Dragon Keeper

Chapter 10: Memories part II

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Shihiko boldly walked into the cave tripping instantly in embarrassment at the scene displayed before her. Her spirit, a silver haired kitsune, pumped his member deeply and relentlessly into his companion’s anal cavity. The demon on the receiving end of the kitsune’s pummeling was a beautiful Chimera with calve length locks of navy and a ripped body caressed in satiny golden cream skin.

Both of the demons’ faces constricted in sinful pleasure as the intensity of their orgasms rocked them to their cores. A groan of satisfaction passed from both of the demons’ lips as the kitsune’s hot seed spilt into his lovers body and the Chimera’s creamy white essence came forth from his own tawny member and onto the cave floor. Spent, the silver haired demon nuzzled the neck of the chimera.

Shihiko began to back out of the cave, her face reddened from her intrusion. Just as she reached the opening of the cave, the kitsune looked up towards her, his gold eyes shimmering in mirth at the shocked look on the girl’s face.

“So you have finally awakened nymph. It is about time you showed up.”

“Who the hell are you?!” Shihiko stammered as the godlike being before her stood from his lover revealing his unbelievable assets. He tossed his waist length silver locks behind him with an air of nonchalance and cockiness and let his gaze linger on the slip of a girl in front of him.

“Who am I?” he asked, amusement coloring his tone. From behind him, she heard the beautiful chimera chuckle slightly. She glanced at him and noticed that his eyes were an unusual color in the demon realm, an azure blue. She had heard stories that the firmament in the human realm held that color and then changed to hues of rust, rose and goldenrod to navy and black. Truly amazing.

Shihiko looked away from the chimera and back to the fox. He was swishing his tail languidly behind him.

“Who I am, and what I want will all be revealed in time nymph. What we shall discuss now is... you”

Shihiko narrowed her eyes at him, she didn’t have time to waste playing these games. She had to find the spirit, he had to help her with her mission.

“Listen fox,” the kitsune’s right eyebrow quirked at her choice of words and exasperated tone, “I do not have time for these games, tell where I can find the spirit known as Youko Kurama,”

“And why would you wish to know the whereabouts of the legendary thief,” this came from the chimera still lounging on his back on the cave floor, his midnight blue locks strewn about him.
“That is my business,” she said, a bit peeved that they were dodging her original question.

“Such an ignorant and naive creature; she does not even know the nature or the appearance of the one see searches so adamantly for; not even when he is staring her right in the face.” Before what he was saying sank in and she could react, a series of vines whipped out from all directions of the cave and lashed onto her, binding her and suspending her in mid air.

The green ropes constricted her around her torso and spread her legs apart. The more she tried to maneuver within their confines, the tighter the binds became.

‘So he is Youko Kurama, a veritable god amongst demons. Why the hell could I not see that?’ she thought. The fox sauntered up to her, his striking gold eyes burning with something akin to curiosity and...something else Shihiko couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“Why is it that my prey searches so diligently for me?” he asked, though his question seemed rhetorical. His piercing, golden gaze stared right through to the core of her. It was calculating, cold, but, underneath the coldness lay a fierce passionate nature. A scorching, endless infernal. Hell hath no fury in comparison to what she saw in this man’s eyes at that moment. She mentally shook herself and brought herself back to the matter at hand.

“What do you mean ‘prey’,” she said, removing him from his own reverie. His eyes traveled down to her throat where the Eye of Shin Ryuushi was attached to her.

“The Eye of your god, Shin Ryuushi lies with you now. For the longest time, I tracked your father for the very reason of relieving him of its burden,”

“You mean to tell me that you want to steal the Eye from me?” she asked, a bit shocked.

“At last, it dawns upon her,” said the chimera. He was now rising from the ground and exiting the cave. Youko Kurama, on the other hand, still stood before her, naked, with his arms folded in a contemplative stance.

He gave her a devilish smirk which clearly told her that he meant to steal more than the eye from her. “As I have said before, nymph, I have been devising a way to steal this little trinket from your father, for many years now. I suppose that I should thank Inari that he chose to give it to you. It made my conquest a bit easier,” his face changed slightly after his last sentence.

She read him easily at that moment.

“Somehow, I doubt that easy conquests are you style,” he glanced up into her eyes.

“You are correct in that matter, I had always hoped that it would be your nameless father suspended before me, and not his weakling child. However, such things are of no importance now. My concern now is removing the eye from your neck.”

“There is no way you can remove the Eye, Youko Kurama. Only I have the power to do so,”
“Indeed, I was cognizant of this knowledge. But believe me when I tell you that I have methods of torture that are so effective that you will not only be begging me to remove the Eye, but, to also end your life,”

Shihiko smirked at him, obviously, for some reason, finding his words amusing, “That is very interesting to know Youko, but I have a proposition for you instead, which I think will intrigue you,”

“And if I am not intrigued?”

“Then you may torture me until I give into your demands. But, I warn you, I have been through much, and I doubt that any amount of pain you fill me up with will make me give into you,”

Despite everything, Kurama could not help but to be interested in what she had to say, such was his nature to be curious and to gain knowledge. And besides, how could he not take interest in someone who claimed to have the ability to offer him a proposition that could whet his appetite. Such occurrences were rare indeed.

“Very well, my little nymph, spin your web of intrigue and wile me with your proposition,”

The girl smirked at him, “You are going to steal something for me Youko,” she said arrogantly.

Kurama stared at her, blinked and then...exploded in hysterical laughter. The fox doubled over in humor at her ‘request,’ and THEN nearly ripped open his sides at the look of pure incredulity on her face. Her eyes had become the size of saucers and her mouth had formed in the shape of an ‘O’. Priceless, but what was even more priceless was the fact that this slip of a girl before him, this nymph, this CHILD, had actually been so brazen and bold enough to storm into his den and demand of HIM, Youko Kurama, the King of ALL thieves, master of code braking and Lord of flora and fauna to steal something on her behalf. Truly, the Gods never ceased to amaze him.

Shihiko, upon viewing the kitsune’s sudden transformation from stoic sexual God to laughing jackal, was stunned to say the least. ‘What had made him react so strangely?’ Shihiko could not help but wonder.

“Truly, Youko, I do not see what is so amusing about my proposition,” she said after his fits of laughter had quieted down.

Kurama stared at her for a moment and then walked towards her. He came barely a hair’s breath away from her being, his body barely touching her own. She was once again reminded of how delicious he looked. The scent of his sex wafted up to her nose, a scent she was well acquainted with. She usually got nauseated from that scent, but, now, it only made her hot. Confused at her own reaction, she tried to brush it off and pay attention to what he was saying, “Usually, nymph, in order for something to be a proposition, one must offer up...something to the other party in return for their services,”

He was so close to her that his breath tickled the delicate skin against her neck and caused her to involuntarily shiver. He pressed his slick, hardening member into her lower anatomy and ground deeply on her. “And what will you give me in return for stealing a treasure for you hmm?”

Shihiko couldn’t breath, couldn’t do anything, she froze, unable to respond.

Kurama removed himself from the crook of her neck and gazed into her eyes, only to find that she was somewhere else. The look in her eyes caused him to back off slightly, and also brought a smile to his lips.

Shihiko ‘awoke’ from her state and looked up at him. He had a smile on his face that was almost frightening. It was likened to ‘the cat that ate the canary’ smile. Before she could ask what his problem was, he broke the silence between them by un-growing the vines that held her suspended in the air, and dropping her, unceremoniously, to the floor.

“Very well nymph, I will accept your proposition,” he said nonchalantly, as if he were discussing the weather.

“But, I did not even offer you anything, what do you want as payment?” She asked.

That smile again. That was his response. That was all he would give.

“Tell me of this treasure which intrigues you so,”

Shihiko couldn’t remove the ill feeling she was getting from the fox’s response for his payment. Something told her that she would be neck deep in shit because of her decision today.

She tried her best to ignore her feelings of foreboding because the fox was now staring at her expectantly, “The treasure which I speak of is called the Shaii,”

His silver eyebrow arched delicately, “The Shaii? The infamous sword which is the embodiment of the fabled phoenix race?” he asked, a bit of mockery biting his tone.

“Yes,”

Youko turned his back on the girl and walked to the other side of the cave, seating himself on a brocade cushion that was settled against the wall. He crossed his right leg over his left and perched the side of his head on the knuckle of his fist, “and where, pray tell, shall we begin the search for this mystical sword?”

“Are you not the master thief who knows all things?” she asked sarcastically, “I was hoping that you could help me with that bit of information,”

He smirked, devilishly at her sarcasm, “Kuronue,” he said, seemingly to no one in particular. Shihiko looked at him in askance, but he said nothing. A few moments later, the chimera demon with long navy locks and blue eyes entered into the cave. However, now, his beautiful hair was tied up and he was fully clothed in a tight fitting dark navy vest and pants with a greyish wrap around his waist. He also wore a wide brimmed hat, or visor, which concealed one of his alluring eyes. Shihiko eyed him, almost appreciatively, and took notice of an unusual pendant that hung from his neck.

“Do you like what you see, honey,” he asked in amusement.

Shihiko’s eyes looked up from his pendant to his eyes, “not really,” she said pleasantly enough.

A slow sensual smile spread across his lips at her response, “You needed me Youko Kurama?”

“Yes,” he said, his eyes never leaving Shihiko’s body, “it seems that we three shall be taking a journey into the dark bowels of hell,”

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The present: Shihiko’s P.O.V.

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The dark bowels of hell; who knew that he would be so correct in his assumption. His payment...even to this day I cannot understand how someone could want such a thing. I walked onto the roof of the high school I now attended in this backwards world all of Ryuukind once called home. Meiou High, one of many prisons for the youth of Ningenkai. An encasement where boys and girls are kept away from the light of day, from this blue sky, and forced to dwell in box like cages, illuminated by artificial light. Forced to stare mindlessly at a board and an adult for at least eight hours a day be silent. Barbaric.

And to think that Youko, my Youko is here. That he is confined in this artificial hell. I couldn’t help the vindictive smile that slithered across my lips: Maybe there is justice in this world after all.

I stretched my arms up and felt the pull and slight pleasure/ pain in this human body I now possess. This bland female known as Yumi Nakamura. A sad child really, one that I took out of this world. A sacrifice, if you will, for greater things to come. She was, after all bred for one event: the coming of me into this world.

Cruel: maybe, but such is nature. How long does it take for someone who has been abandoned, enslaved, beaten, raped and manipulated for nearly a century and a half, to become cruel, and uncaring. Not long at all, and for me, it was long overdue. And although Youko was not the first man to mistreat me, he was the last, and will forever remain so.

I sat down on the ledge of the roof, looking at sky. That azure blue, which will forever remind me of Kuronue’s eyes, brought a kind of peace and stillness to my semi-racing heart. The melodious bell sounding for the ningen children’s lunch hour sounded, and with it sounded the alarm bells in my mind. Someone was approaching, someone I knew all too well.

The door to the roof opened, its rusty creaking sound grating on my nerves. As dramatically corny as it may sound, the first flash of those crimson locks made my heart flutter. Soft, veridian orbs bore into me as I strived almost desperately to view the cold, hard gold that I once loved almost too much. How could this human boy standing before me be the man, the kitsune I once admired so much. How did this happen.

“I must say that I am surprised to see that you actually returned to school.” His eyes seemed weary, though it wasn’t from lack of sleep. No, our plan was working, ‘it’ was taking a toll on him. And for one as strong as him to be feeling ‘its’ effects, then it must be quite potent indeed. Excellent.

“What can I say, I love living life dangerously,” I gave him my famous smirk. Hell I was tired of this charade, I wanted him to know who he was truly speaking with. A little longer, just a little while longer.

“Indeed, it seems as though you have chosen to let go of you facade,”

“Yes, indeed I have...Youko,”

His eyes at that moment said it all: antipathy, respect, embarrassment, curiosity, familiarity and...fear. “Youko Kurama,” I said, as if measuring his worth by the weight of his name, “yes, it seems that I have you figured out at this moment, and you...well, you are at a total disadvantage, being as clueless as you are at the moment,” I circled him, the predator gaging the prey.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice deadly low, but calm.

“No,” I stopped abreast of him, looking up into his cool emerald jewels, “there is no way that you could possibly recognize me in this form, is there?”

At that moment, the student council president chose that unfortunate moment to intrude upon our conversation. The beautiful, yet nosy Aya Tanaka flashed her angry hazel eyes at the two of us. Poor jealous girl, so confused over the simple gesture I gave her upon our first meeting. How menial it is to manipulate these human fools.

And yet, I cannot be more pleased that she should show her pretty little face at this particular moment. For I would need blood in order to pull off my transformation, and hers was just as good as any.

“So there you are Suuichi-kun, I was looking everywhere for you. And YOU Ms. Nakamura, how could you cut class today. What are you two on a date or something, what’s going on here?!”

By Ryuushi, she talks too damn much. In a flash, too fast for Youko’s eyes to see, I rushed up behind Aya, gripping her neck unmercifully and clamping her mouth shut with my other hand. By the time Youko saw what I was doing he reached into his hair and pulled out, most likely, a seed and transformed it into a rose.

“Ah, your famous rose whip...how original,” I said mockingly.

“I am warning you, if so much as inflict any harm on that girl, I will destroy you,” he said. Dear lord, he almost sounded like his old self.

My grip around the girl’s neck tightened and she whimpered pitifully. I could feel the warm tears from her eyes as they rolled down her throat onto my hand. At that moment, I felt something, a twinge of...conscience. No now was not the time for that, I steeled my resolve and pressed on, “Do not worry yourself so, Suuichi-kun,” my mouth twisted into a teasing scowl as I spat out his human name, “I am simply trying to reveal myself to you, watch,”
Without warning I sank my canines into the girl’s jugular. Instantly I felt her tense as I greedily drew her sweet blood from her veins.

Two seconds, that was all it took for Youko to reach me, but by then, I had taken all that I needed. I threw the girl towards him and phased to the other side of the roof. From my view point I could see the girl going into shock as Kurama tried desperately to heal her wounds. After about a minute, he looked up towards me, still cradling that idiot human in his lap.

“That is right Youko, look upon me,” I said as I felt the human child’s warm blood traveling down into my stomach, giving me sustenance for the transformation.

The warmth of my energy began to tingle behind my eyelids as I closed them. That warmth moved downward to my throat, my core, my legs, my toes. I felt my facade melting away, this human skin I wear to hide my true face. Like hot wax melts down an inflamed candle stick, so too did my human skin melt from my demonic core...revealing me...See me...

When I opened my eyes, and seared my gaze upon him, I knew he recognized, I felt an eternity of nameless feelings and thoughts resonating from him. Yes, my twisted beloved, remember me, say my name.

At my unspoken command, he obeyed, “Shihiko,”

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To be continued....

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Well the next chapter will be the end of Memories. PLEASE REVIEW! When you all review, it makes me update faster, it inspires me to write. This version of Dragon Keeper, is very different from the one posted on fanfiction.net, especially this part, the history of my character. So I am having to rewrite nearly all of the chapters now. So please inspire me to write faster by reviewing.

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