Love's Denial

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Chapter Eleven


Shizuru was sitting outside of the little café smoking a cigarette and drinking tea when Aki and Tai got there. Keiko hadn’t arrived yet. Shizuru looked up at them when they made it to the table from behind her sunglasses. “What’s up?” she asked, nonchalantly, stubbing out her cigarette when Aki sat next to her.


Tai gave her a brilliant smile from the other side of the table. “Not much other than Aki having a bit of a rough night,” she replied.


Shizuru looked the smallest girl over. Behind her large glasses, her eyes were a little black and her skin looked even paler than normal. She whistled, causing Aki to blush. “Damn, what the hell did you drink last night? You don’t look like you have sleep in weeks.”


Aki resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Shizuru gross exaggeration. “I didn’t drink anything, you know that. I just didn’t sleep as well as normal last night. I had a horrible day at work and then a very stressful dinner,” she replied, conveniently ‘forgetting’ about the little meeting at Genkai’s.


She gave a small smile of thanks to the waiter who came to take her and Tai’s order.


Shizuru grinned. “Oh yes, I heard about dinner. It seems that Shiori was very depressed when you and Kurama left.”


Aki’s head jerked up from the dessert menu she was reading that was sitting on the table. “Why would you say something like that?” she asked in a shaky voice.


“Why would she something like what?” Keiko asked, finally making it. She smiled at each of the girls in greeting.


Shizuru was grinning like a banshee. “Why Aki had dinner with Shiori and ‘Shuuichi’. It seems that Shiori thought that they would be perfect for each other,” she told Keiko.


Tai was shocked. “How dare you. Why didn’t you tell me about this? Are you seeing Kurama?” she asked Aki, hurt that her best friend was keeping even more secrets from her than she had originally thought.


Aki groaned and buried her head in her hands. She knew this day was going to suck. “I didn’t see any point in saying anything. It was a pointless trick played on me and Kurama-san by a crafty woman. It is done and over, so please just drop it,” she told Tai with hardness in her voice that no one had ever heard before.


The waiter decided to interrupt with their orders at that moment and Tai leaned back in her seat pouting. Shizuru wasn’t so easily deterred. “Shiori said that she caught you two playing tonsil hockey.”


Aki began choking on her Pepsi. Keiko began patting her on the back fighting the urge to laugh. She was so happy she decided to come here this morning. “Are you okay?” she asked when Aki stopped coughing.


Aki glared at Shizuru form under her long, blonde bangs. She couldn’t come up with a feasible excuse for something like this. Well not anything that didn’t make her sound like a whore or him like a bastard.


Tai was ready to murder Aki. All of their hard work was about to be destroyed by a damn kiss from the youko. She had warned the girl about him the first time she noticed his eyes watching Aki a little to closely. She would not let some Romeo with pointy ears ruin this because he needed a fuck. It had taken Aki to damn long to set things in motion. Time to do damage control, again. “Aki, what is going on?” she asked.


Shizuru pulled out another cigarette. “Oh nothing really, Tai. She is just trying to get a boys attention and Kurama is going to help her, or so they told Shiori,” she told the girls.


Tai looked at the girl. Aki would never say anything like that. What the hell is she doing? “Oh . . . so, uh . . . who are you trying to impress, Aki?” she asked her, giving her a puzzled look.


Keiko, who had been the silent observer, got an excited, giddy look on her face. “You like a boy Aki? Oh, how sweet. Is he cute or is he sensitive? Does he like you too or is it one-sided? Do you see him often? Do we know him?” she rushed, causing the smaller girl to back away with a frightened look on her face.


Aki was speechless, while Tai and Shizuru laughed their asses off. “Um . . . well he is uh . . . not someone that you know and I uh . . . sort of see him often,” she replied, trying to find a way to get out of this.


Shizuru finished off her cigarette and watched the scene unfold itself. The girl actually does have feelings. She was beginning to worry about that. Even if Aki was shy and blushed constantly, it didn’t make her touchable. She keeps herself at arms reach of everyone, as if she had something to hide. With all the shit that normally happens to them, Shizuru couldn’t help but worry when a detached person enters their lives, or when any person enters their lives for that matter. It makes them dangerous and a threat. The last thing the rekai needed was to let some nut job into the group. They had enough problems as is. She watched the girl blush as Keiko drilled her. “Who is this boy?” she asked.


Aki was glad for the interruption but she wished that Shizuru had picked a better question. Why couldn’t she get a break? Every time something happened, it always happened to her and screwed everything up, or at least it had been that way since she had meet Yusuke. “Okay, he is a gorgeous redhead with an awful attitude. He is a cold person who happens to he related to Tai. He is her cousin.”


Tai’s eyes narrowed. Kai, of course, Aki’s escape route. If anything happened and the girl needed a quick fix, he was the one to bale her out and he did it even if he if she didn’t want his help. Yep, her cousin was hopelessly in love with the girl. “He is my very distant cousin, but I didn’t know you were interested in him, Aki.”


Aki glared at her. “Um . . . why I have for a long time. I thought it might make things strained between you.”


Tai laughed at her. “Yeah, yeah. So anyways, not to change the subject or anything, Shizuru, why would Kurama’s mother be calling you anyways?”


Keiko laughed. “Oh, you mean Shizuru hasn’t told you about her fling with Kurama. Shiori tried to set them up and when it failed she stayed in touch with Shizuru. She actually even brings Shizuru cookies to her office,” she told them, laughing at the two shocked faces and the one pissed off face.


Aki stared at Shizuru, her mouth gaped and her food forgotten, not even listening to the rest of Keiko’s endless babble. She didn’t know whether to call her a liar and ask her what she was drinking with that tea, or questioning herself about why her master would pick her over the beautiful older woman. “You mean that you actually dated Kurama-san?”


Shizuru pulled out another cigarette. “We really didn’t date. It was more like really good sex.”


“What happened? Are you two still humping like bunnies,” Tai asked her, her amusement shining in her eyes.


Shizuru sighed. There was no way she was going to get out of this easily. “At the beginning it was only sex for me, but when I wanted more, he couldn’t give it to me. We agreed after that night that we would only be friends, occasionally having sex when we were feeling really horny. It really isn’t meant to be, no matter what feelings we could have had for each other,” she finished, also finishing her cigarette.


Tai frowned. She just could not understand why two gorgeous people who were friends couldn’t find happiness together like her and her newest lover. “Why wouldn’t have worked out, Shizuru? I mean, he is like ancient, right, so he has to be an awesome fuck.”


Shizuru groaned. She didn’t know if she should tell them Kurama’s secret, even though she heard Kuzuma and Hiei talking about it one night. When she looked at their curious faces, she couldn’t help but give in. Damn her ‘mother hen’ tendencies. “Okay, damnit, stop looking like a whore in heat. Kurama has a certain . . . kink,” she told them, choosing her words carefully. “You see, he likes to be completely dominate.”


Keiko looked at her with confusion. “Are you talking about some sort of sadist shit?” she asked, having never pictured the fox in that kind of light since he was so gentlemanly.


Shizuru realized that this is why she kept this side of the relationship a secret. Only one of the three girls would know what she was talking about. “No, Keiko, Kurama is not a sadist. He just enjoys having someone completely submissive to him. Not only does it give one a huge ego boast but it is also so damn sexy.”


Tai studied Shizuru’s face for a moment. She then gave her a huge knowing smile. “Is someone a dominatrix?” she asked, laughing when Shizuru actually blushed.


“I had hoped that he would be a sub since he is so strong and could use the down time, but it was the complete opposite. It was more of a battle during sex than anything else. Neither of us were willing to give up control,” she finished.


Keiko smiled and Aki’s face was red. Both women were glad that they had sat away from the rest of the restaurant or they would have been horribly embarrassed and ashamed if anyone would have heard them specking of something so private in a very public place. Shizuru and Tai wouldn’t have given a damn.


After Shizuru had finished her speech, the table grew silent as the girls finished their breakfasts and drinks. “Shizuru, why did you call us here? You said something about a class, right?” Tai asked, bringing up another topic to end the silence.


Shizuru grinned at them, her attention effectively diverted. “Well, this is Yusuke’s wedding present and a way for Aki to get out of her shell. Maybe it will help with your guy.”
Aki’s eyes narrowed. “What is this class?” she asked, not really trusting the older woman.


Shizuru grinned. “We are going to go to a pole dancing class.”


Keiko spit out her tea, Tai smirked, and Aki looked ready to pass out. “No way. I am not a stripper, and I do not have the body for this,” Aki told her, her eyes wide.


“I am not so sure I could take this class either,” Keiko told her, her expression a mixture of confusion, uncertainty, and utter embarrassment.


Tai laughed. “Come on, it wont be that bad. Actually, it might be fun.”


Shizuru nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, besides we need to do it for our future and current relationships. It will help us with our sex lives.”


Tai smirked. “I don’t need help with my sex life. It is already perfect but Aki does. She doesn’t even have a sex life.”


Aki blushed a deep red. “Is there any way I’m going to get out of this?” she asked, hiding her face behind her hands and effectively diverting the conversation away form her very lewd sex life, incredibly lewd sex life.


Tai and Shizuru both gave her a wicked grin. “Hell, no.”


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Aki could not get rid of the blush that covered her entire face as she rushed to her master’s apartment later that evening. She was late because the class was an all day thing. Shizuru had actually gotten them a private lesson from the very talented Miss Ambrosia. It had been the most embarrassing thing Aki had even been through in her life. The woman had actually told her she was a natural because of her flexibility and ability to move her body gracefully. How that made her poll dancing material was beyond her, but she doubted that she would try that again.


When she made it to her master’s building, she went in through the back entrance and went up the back stairs that were for residence members only. When she got to the door, she saw that her master was standing outside waiting for her with a black duffel bag in his hands. When she reached him, her head lowered submissively, he smiled gently. “Lets go.”


Kurama lead his hummingbird back down the stairs and into the parking garage to his 1961 Jaguar, imported form America. He opened his passenger door for her to get in and tossed his bag in the back seat. When he got in on the drivers side he looked over at her. She was such a good slave. The curiosity must be killing her but she never raised her head and kept her hands in her lap. Yes, taking her to one of his favorite places was definitely okay. She would not embarrass him. “So, what did you do with your friends today, hummingbird?” he asked, pulling out of the garage.


“Shizuru got us a lesson today, master,” Aki replied, hoping that he would change the subject.


Kurama glanced at his hummingbird for split second. She was hiding something. The answer she gave was vague but not too vague. Someone had taught the girl how to hide things and lie but not well enough to fool him. He was the legendary Yoko Kurama after all. “What kind of lesson, hummingbird, and be specific.”


Aki blushed. “Uh . . . she made me go take a pole dancing lesson,” she rushed, hoping that it sounded like something completely different.


Kurama burst out laughing. His hummingbird in high heels, twirling around on a pole was ridiculous. “What did the teacher say to you all?” he asked, turning down a street.


“Well Shizuru was awesome and so was Tai. She told Keiko that she could be good after a few more lessons but needed to lose some of her awkwardness,” she half answered.


Kurama couldn’t help but agree. Shizuru and Tai were very comfortable with sex. Keiko was not. The girl probably had sex as much as the other two with Yusuke since the boy had the sex drive of a demon but she still didn’t know what made her sexy like the other two. Until she figured it out, she would be uncomfortable in any situation like that. Kurama was now curious about what this teacher said to his hummingbird. “And you, hummingbird?”


Aki’s face turned even redder. She just knew that one day she was going to die from a lack of blood to the heart. She took a deep breath. “She told me to come back to learn more because I . . . uh . . . did so well.”


Kurama shot her a look of disbelief. How could his shy hummingbird be good at swinging on a pole? “Why would she say that?” he asked, pulling into a parking lot and turning in his seat to look at her.


Aki didn’t know whether to be ashamed or embarrassed as her master stared her down. “Because I am so flexible and graceful, master, or so she said.”


Kurama smirked, seeing what the teacher had meant. Even though his hummingbird was short, he could bend her body in ways he didn’t even a human could handle. Yes, he would have to see about these ‘lessons’. “Okay, hummingbird. The interrogation is over. Now get out of the car,” he told her, grabbing his bag and walking over to her side of the vehicle.


When Kurama grabbed her arm and began leading her down another street, Aki took the time to look around her. Her master had brought them to one of the most popular streets in town. There were multiple bars open, their bright, neon lights lighting up the night sky, and many other adult stores on the street. Her master led them to the plainest looking building on the street. It was a simple building, made of expensive glass and steel with about four or five stories that looked very out of place with the neon lights and drunks that filled the street. It had no name. When her master opened the entrance and pulled her inside a reception room with multiple doors behind the desk, Aki couldn’t help but feel confused. It looked like a clinic of some sort. It was very clean and decorated in warm colors, with comfortable chairs for people to sit on. Why in the world would he be bringing her here?
Kurama talked to man heading the reception desk, noticing his hummingbirds look of utter confusion. He signed in under his alias and walked through one of the doors, leading Aki down a long hallway to an elevator. When he hit the third floor button, he turned to Aki. “Hummingbird, do you trust me?” he asked, lifting her face to meet his eyes.


Aki swallowed, feeling nervous. “Of course, master, why wouldn’t I,” she replied, nuzzling her face slightly into his hand.
Kurama smiled. “And if I asked you to do something you might not be comfortable with, what would you do?”


Aki looked him directly in the eyes and rested her head in his hands. “My happiness is your happiness, master. Whatever your wish, it is my duty to see that it is met. You are my master and I am your slave. I agreed to those terms the minute I let you dictate me, master.”


Kurama smiled at his hummingbird. Yes, she would do just fine. “Good. Remember all that I have taught you thus far and for what you don’t know, follow another’s lead, understand,” he demanded, giving no room for argument.


Aki nodded lowering her head back to its original position of submission. When the elevator door opened, her master lead them down another hall line with doors but this time he stopped at the next to last one. He pulled out his key and opened the door, pulling a very shocked Aki inside. The room was nothing like the reception area downstairs. It was a large room, with a king-size bed centered on the left side, with a mat on the floor to the right of it and a changing screen to the left. The other side was a very different story. It was lined with stainless steel cabinets and a few other pieces of furniture Aki couldn’t identify. Actually, she didn’t have a clue what any of the things on the right side of the room were except the door leading to the bathroom and that was only because she could see a toilet through the open door. The walls were a deep crimson color while all of the furniture was either gray or black. The floor was covered in a blackish-gray marble. It was definitely eye catching.


Kurama let her go and strode over to the bed, tossing the bag on it. “Do you like my room, hummingbird?” he asked, unzipping the bag and pulling things out.


Aki was somewhat speechless and trying to adjust to the significant color change. “Uh . . . yes, master,” she answered after a few minutes, her eyes still wide.


Kurama pulled out the long pieces of pale turquoise out of his bag. Tonight he was going to make sure his hummingbird was dressed properly. “Hummingbird, aren’t you wearing too many clothes?”


Aki’s head shot up to look at her master’s back. After his question registered, she stripped and got on her knees, her skirt and sweater, along with all of her other garments folded nicely and sitting in front of her.


Kurama finished pulling his items from the bag and looked over at his blushing hummingbird. Oh well, he would have to remember to punish her later but now was a time for play. “Come here hummingbird,” he ordered, watching as she effortlessly made her way over to him on her hands and knees. “Good girl, now stand up. You need to get ready,” and he handed her a pair of turquoise, lacy panties that seemed to show more than they covered. Then he wrapped a piece of the lace around her top, fixing it so it tied between her breast and the excess lace hung down her exposed mid-drift. He then handed her a hairbrush and two smaller pieces of lace. “Go and put your hair in pigtails and leave the glasses by the sink.”


Aki walked to the bathroom, even more confused now than when she walked into her master’s room. She fixed her hair without complaint, making sure each ponytail was perfectly straight and even with the other. Her glasses were placed on the sink and she walked out of the bathroom to she her master holding more lace on one hand and some sort of leather tie in the other while wearing a pair of the tightest leather pants she had ever seen. He was shirtless and his hair was loose but his pants more than made up for it. When she realized she was staring she immediately looked down and got to her knees.


Kurama smirked as he watched his hummingbird check him out from behind her long bangs. He walked over to her and lifted her face up. He took the longest piece of lace and wrapped it around her eyes, effectively hiding her face but only hindering her vision and then tied a leather chocker around her neck, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “This is my sign of ownership over you. Collars demand permanency, so this is the best alternative. While you are mine, hummingbird, you are to never take it off,” he threatened, fixing the chocker tightly, so the little hummingbird charm rested against her neck.


Aki nodded her head in agreement and Kurama smirked. He took the last piece of the turquoise lace and tied to the loop that held her charm. He tugged it slightly, watching his hummingbird follow it. “Good, now come and you had better not embarrass me, hummingbird,” he voiced, his tone warning her of punishment.


Aki just lowered her head in agreement with all that her master told her. She followed him as he led her out of the room and down the hall to another door. When he opened it, Aki felt a new wave of embarrassment. Her master had brought her to a M-n-s club.


The main room was dark with very little light, and Aki was to embarrassed to look around her to see if it was because the paint on the walls or if the didn’t have any light. She could hear moans and screams echoing off the walls. She was lead to the back of the room, where tables were set up and other master’s sat with their slaves at their feet. He walked over to one of the end tables where a woman was sitting. When he sat down at the table he pulled her between his legs, keeping her out of view form most of the others in the club but not the occupants at the table.


Kurama grinned at his long time friend, Kana. The woman was a youko and they grew up together. When she came to the human world to escape demon politics, Kurama helped her set up her exclusive club and she gave him free membership. It was a situation that worked out very well for both. Kurama put a hand on his hummingbird’s head. “Hello, Kana, how are you and Seata?” he asked her.


Kana smiled coyly at her redheaded friend. When he had called to tell her he would be coming tonight, she had been expecting to come alone, as he always did. To say she was shocked at seeing him with a little human girl was an understatement. The white-haired, female youko batted her long lashes at her longtime friend. “I am fine, as is my darling little puppy, as you can see,” Kana stared, petting the demon slave at her feet, “I see that you brought someone with you. Do tell,” she ordered, looking pointedly at the masked human from under the glass table.


Kurama smiled. He knew it was a risk to bring his hummingbird here, the rules for human slaves in the demon club were very strict and only a few demons actually brought their humans here, if their tastes ran that way. The threat of something happening to them was just too great. “Do you mean my hummingbird? Well I found her in the park one night and just had to keep her,” he told her, petting his hummingbird’s hair lightly. “Isn’t she beautiful?”


Kana smiled at her smitten friend. If the human made Kurama happy then she would support him all the way. “From what I can see of her, she seems very lovely, but that mask hides her face and she is using your legs as a shield. She must still be incredibly shy, right?”


Kurama nodded. “Yes, she is. I have tried to remedy that out of her but it is a little harder than I expected it to be,” he told her, tilting Aki’s head to look up at him. “Hummingbird, met Kana. She is a demon. As you can see, she has a slave, her puppy, Seata, who is also a demon. When we come here, you will go nowhere without Kana, Seata, or me. This is a demon club and something would happen to you if you aren’t protected properly, understand,” he told her.


Aki nodded her head and looked at the two demons from behind her lace prison. The female was a very beautiful. She had shoulder length, white hair, with two pointy, white ears on the top of her head. Her face was delicate, with a soft mouth and seductive lavender eyes. She was tall, with a limber and lithe body. She wore a white, silk sundress that looked more like a sexy nightgown and clung to her curves. She had a very soft and feminine look to her and Aki couldn’t help but wonder why she wasn’t the slave instead of a master.


Her slave was a very different story. Seata sat next to his master, leaning against his master’s legs, his eyes closed as she ran her fingers through his hair. Where Kana was soft, he was hard. He was muscled nicely, with not too much or to little. He had two nipple rings with diamond studs and a simple black collar with a doggie tag. Seata had short black hair that fell in waves around his shoulders and face. When he opened his eyes and looked at her, Aki blushed, ashamed that she was caught staring. His face was very handsome. He had black eyes and a light scar that ran down one side of his face. He was a very beautiful man.


Seata couldn’t help but smile at the girl. If her blush was anything to go by, then she was new to this lifestyle. When the masters sent them to the white room, he’d help her out.


Kana watched as Kurama’s faceless hummingbird looked both of her and her puppy over. She could see the intelligence in the girl’s eyes. “Yes, I agree, Kurama. You need to take extra precautions with her. She is in far more danger than one of our casuals.”


Kurama nodded his head in agreement. His hummingbird was actually in more danger from the other slaves than from other masters here. Kurama knew that there would be a few slaves who he had used that would resent his hummingbird because of her semi-collar but he was confident that she could handle it and if she couldn’t, Seata would. Even though the demon submitted completely to Kana,
Kurama knew that he was almost as cutthroat as Yoko. No, he wasn’t worried about his little slave. “So, tell me, Kana, how is business?”


“It is booming as usual. I just sit back and let it run itself, and you, how are your classes?” Kana asked after answering him, playing catch-up.


“I am doing very well. I have finals next week and then I am on break for the summer,” he replied.


Kana smirked. “Out of all the demons I have ever know, you, Kurama, are by far the strangest one I have ever met. You could easily finish up your human education in a few swift years, but instead chose to take your time and learn as much about this world as possible when you aren’t even going to stay here. Sometimes I wonder if I know you at all,” she told him, leaning back in her seat and motioning for a waiter to bring them some drinks.


Kurama grinned, taking his drink from the man. “You have been telling me that for years, but still dictate what I should do or can do, Kana.”


She gave him her sweetest smile. “But even though I wonder, I still know how that mind of yours works, Yoko, with only a few exceptions,” Kana declared, sipping on her drink.


“Oh, really?” Kurama asked, teasing his friend.


The two chatted for a few hours, talking about whatever came to mind until they were joined by two more demons, which had slaves by their feet. Kurama greeted both demons with a kind
smile. “Randku and Kimari, long time no see.”


Kimari, a green-haired lizard female, smile as she sat down next to him, her slave staying by her feet and following her without any direction. “Of, course my friend, but it seems that you have been far to busy to stop by, no?” she asked, with the slightest hiss in her voice, pointing down at the girl hiding behind Kurama’s legs.


Randku followed Kimari’s gaze and smirked. “Yes, Kurama, have you been spending too much time with your newest little toy? You had better be careful, you know how toys like to get attached to their masters, especially humans,” the lavender haired earth demon told him, leaning back in his chair next to Kana.


Kurama’s grin fell a little. He should have known better than to call these two acquaintances. They might be good sources of information but they were too damn noisy. “Yes, well, my hummingbird is unlike any human you have ever had the pleasure of meeting, I am sure, and she had been far more satisfying than most of the demons I’ve ever bedded,” he told them, earning him an approving smile from Kana.


Randku cleared his throat and quickly gained his composure back. “Of course, we are just shocked that the great Yoko Kurama would settle for a . . . human girl, Kurama.” Kimari nodded her head in agreement.


“You should know better than to assume anything with me,” Kurama replied, shifting in his seat and bringing his hummingbird’s head up to rest on his knee.


The two smiled. “Of course, “ Kimari told him, flipping her hair.
Kana was almost ready to burst into a fit of giggles. One of her dearest friends was utterly smitten with a human. The Kurama she knew did not want a permanent lover and thrived on the different flavors. This Kurama actually acted like the girl was his and would be his for always. It made for one amusing
situation. “Kurama, why are you here?” she asked, turning the attention away from Kurama’s slave.


Kurama turned to Kana, his face becoming serious. “Yes,” he answered. He looked down at his hummingbird. “I want you to go to the white room,” he ordered.


“Seata, go with her,” Kana ordered, moving his head from her lap, while Randku and Kimari sent their slaves elsewhere as well.
Seata crawled away from his master gracefully, moving towards the ever-watchful Aki. She blushed as she noticed for the first time that he was nude. She quickly looked away from him but turned back when he touched her arm and motioned for her to follow him. Aki couldn’t help but look up at her master one last time. When he smiled at her she found her courage to follow Seata.


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Kurama couldn’t help but smile as he watched his hummingbird leave with Seata. He knew that she would be safe. He turned back to the table, losing all traces of his smile. “Thank you for coming. I need some information,” he told the, taking a sip of his drink. When he had their complete attention, he started. “I was informed that there might be a possibly of the existents demon class that are considered even more powerful than a ‘S’ class demon, known as the ‘X’ class.”


Randku looked at Kurama with wide eyes. He ran a shaky hand through his lavender locks. “Who the hell have you been talking to? You shouldn’t talk about such things in public, you fucked up youko.”


Kurama’s eye widen at Randku’s sudden fear. He chose to ‘forget’ the insult and listened to what Randku was willing to tell him without provocation.


“Randku, why are you so upset? You know that the ‘X’ class is considered to nothing more than a legend among the upper éclat of the demon world,” Kimari whispered, looking around to make sure that no one was listening to them. The last thing they need were nosy demons listening in and then telling others this utter nonsense.


Randku turned to her. “Since when have those son-of-a-bitches and bastards ever taken part in idol gossip and folk tales, Kimari?” he asked.


Kurama leaned back, taking another sip of his drink, his eyes narrowing. “So, the class does exist. Have you met one?”


Randku looked at Kurama with wild eyes. “No, but if that is what you want, then you should go talk to your dear friend Yomi. He is very friendly with a few.”


“Oh, and why is that?” Kurama asked him, while making a plan to see Yomi.


Randku took a deep breath before he began. “The ‘X’ class tends to keep to themselves and live in utter secrecy. While they are very powerful, they also have a huge weakness. Yomi has an acquaintance he has been . . . helping to alleviate this weakness for many years.”


Kana’s eyes narrowed. Nothing that Kurama said or started was ever simple. “What kind of weakness is this?” she asked, her curiosity running wild.


Kimari sighed. Randku was making a big deal out of nothing. “They say that ‘X’ demon draw their power off their emotions. If one were to blow their top, they would waste most of their energy. It would completely drain them of their life energy since, as I am sure you know Kurama, that the two energies are completely intertwined and so to make a long story short, they basically kill themselves,” she finished, shooting Randku a hateful glare.


Kurama was utterly confused. How were they even considered powerful if their power had such a devastating effect? Randku brought him out of his musings. “If they have complete control or have their energies separated slightly, though, they are invisible,” Randku told them.


Kurama filed this information away to use later. “Thank you for this tidbit of information. Now on to a more pressing matter,” the fox started, changing the subject and biding his time until he could get away.


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Aki followed as Seata lead her away from her master and down a hall to a series of three rooms. The demon slave had yet to say a word to her and Aki couldn’t help but feel nervous. She looked into all three rooms in hopes of it calming her nerves if she knew what to expect.


Each room was open and had uniformed outsides, with simple frames. The farthest away form her was completely black and Aki could not see inside of it but decided that it probably wasn’t a room she would enjoy greatly if the screams she heard were any indication. The second room red and had several demons and vixens sitting around. None of them had a collar nor did any of them have any clothes. Aki figured that it was safe to assume that this is where master found “unattached” slaves to use for their pleasures. The room Seata had stopped in front of was white from top to bottom. It was soft and delicate with beanbag-like white seats. There were a few demons in the room, each in a group.
They were all collared. Seata tapped Aki on the shoulder and lead her to one of the back corners of the room away from all of the other demons.


Seata wanted to laugh out loud at the girl. She was so curious and confused at the same time that it was laughable. She was certainly intriguing. He laid back on one of the seats and motioned for her to join him. “Come here, Aki. I promise to not to bite to hard,” he told her, the smile on his face growing larger as she shyly moved next to him.


Aki almost screamed when Seata reached for her and pulled her in front of him, wrapping his arms around her. What was happening here? Before she could question his actions, Seata started talking. “You seem like an intelligent girl, otherwise Kurama would not associate himself with you. So, I am guessing that it is safe to assume that you have sort of figured out what each of these rooms are used for, right?” he stopped, waiting for her to nod before continuing. “Okay, let me fill in the blanks. The black room is for punishment. When a slave does something wrong, a master will either take care of it himself, as you probably know already, or they will send the slave to the black room to receive their punishment. It is not very fun. The red room is a like a waiting room of sorts. If a slave who has no permanent master comes here, they wait in the red room until a master decides that they want them. Do you understand everything so far?” he asked her.


Aki couldn’t help but feel slightly insulted. The demon was talking to her like a first grader. She couldn’t help but get a little vindictive. “Of course not, can you simplify it for a toddler instead of a child,” she shot, glaring a hole in the far wall.


Seata smirked. The girl was a firecracker underneath all her shy exterior. “Sorry, I just wanted to be sure you understood the purpose of the rooms, and by the way, there is nothing simple about out chosen lifestyle. Now, the room we are in, the white room, is for slaves who have a master, as you have noticed I’m sure. But what you don’t know is that this is a reward of sorts. Masters don’t send their slaves here to just wait, they send them here to play,” Seata finished, feeling Aki stiffen in his arms.


Aki felt the air leave her lungs when Seata finished his little lesson. Her master had sent her here to be used by other slaves. She did not want this. She only wanted her master. This wasn’t a reward, it was hell. She tried to pull herself out of Seata’s arms. “Let me go.”


Seata hadn’t expected this kind of reaction from the girl. He had expected her to be upset but she was beyond pissed off. Seata could smell it. She was fighting him. He tightened his arm around her waist and caught her hands in his free one. “Stop it, damnit.”


As Aki struggled to get away, she brought one of her elbows up with the extra slack that Seata afforded her and reamed him in the ribs, hard. He ‘ughf’ed’ and let go of one of her hands. Aki turned around as much as she could with his arm and brought her elbow to his face, connecting and effectively removing his arm from her waist. “I told you to let me go. I might not look like I can do anything but cry and hide but I assure you that I am so much more than you can handle,” she told him, standing up and turning to look at.


Seata rubbed his jaw where she nailed him, knowing that it was going to bruise. He looked at her in utter shock. The little masked human stood in front of him like she could actually kill him and for a moment he thought that she might. Even after all that fighting she didn’t even look tired or fatigued. How the hell was that even possible. She is nothing more than a little girl. Seata looked at her through wary eyes. “Calm down. You don’t want Kurama upset, do you?” he asked, watching as she went from warrior princess to vulnerable little girl in amazement.


This girl wasn’t a firecracker; she was a damn chameleon, going from one personality to another with no transitional phase. “Sit back down and tell me what the hell upset you.”


Aki hugged herself. She was in so much trouble. This was one of
her master’s friend’s slaves and she injured him. If she wasn’t mistaken with the rules on masters and slaves then that meant that she would have to go through a punishment of Kana’s choice. She sat down as far away from him. “I don’t want anyone but my master, I’m sorry. You made me nervous. When I am nervous I tend to get a little defensive,” she told him, trying to smile, but failed miserably.


Seata smiled reassuringly. “A little defensive? You tried to take off my head,” he told her, watching her cringe, “but I would probably do the same if I thought that someone was going to use me. Don’t look so shocked; I felt your body stiffen. I just didn’t think you would react that badly,” Seata said, looking at her shocked face. “You have one hell of an elbow, but next time just ask. Now come here or someone will come over here and they will use you,” he told her, opening his arms slightly, hoping not to scare her off.


Aki backed away slightly before moving into his arms. Her face was red as she buried it in his neck. “Sorry,” she whispered.


Seata smiled slightly as he got comfortable with the girl in his arms. He could really see why Kurama was drawn to her. She was sweetly innocent. “It’s okay. Let’s forget that anything ever happened okay. You don’t have to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with when we are in this room. We can talk or just sit here but I’d like to be your friend.”


Aki brought her head up to look at him. “You mean that?”


“Of course. Unlike some, I don’t say something unless I mean it completely.”


Aki smiled. “I agree,” she replied, laying her head back down. “So, umm, how long have you been with you master?” she asked awkwardly, after they had sat in silence for what seemed like forever.


Seata leaned back and began rubbing her shoulders. “She found me broken, beaten and lost. My master is really a kind and gentlewoman and she nursed me back to health. I was a rude asshole who thought the world was out to get me. I had gotten in deep with a rough group of demons and to me there was no way out, not even death. When she forced my story out of me, she enlisted the help of one of her oldest friends, your Kurama. He easily got me out of the mess I had made of my life and demanded no payment in return. I stayed with Kana doing what ever I could for her, keeping my badass attitude for show but turning into nothing more than a vulnerable puppy. Eventually we feel in love. She became my everything. When we came to this world, Kurama introduced up to this life style. So there you go, what about you?” he finished.


Aki smiled. “We met with Yusuke and then it just sort of happened,” she replied.


Seata smiled. “So I have to do all of the talking. Tell me about yourself.”


Aki stiffened slightly. “Umm, there is not much to talk about. I am just a girl.”


“Just a girl? Tell me about your childhood and parents. Maybe then I can figure out who you are,” he replied, staring at the ceiling when she returned back to her relaxed state.


Aki grimaced slightly. Umm, I have no parents and really didn’t have a childhood.”


“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to ask any sensitive questions.”


“That’s okay. Its not a problem,” she replied, closing her eyes.
Seata sat up and let her go. “Your master is here for you, sweetheart.”


Aki smiled at him as she got on her knees. “Thank you,” she told him, as she went back to her master.


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Kurama pushed his hummingbird against the wall, raping her mouth while ripping away her lace prisons. Even though he expected it, even anticipated it, seeing his hummingbird in Seata’s arms made him want to rush into the room and rip her out of them and then beat the hell out of the boy. He knew he was being irrational but when he was around this girl his emotions went haywire; he just could not control himself.


Aki was in bliss. This is what she had been waiting for all day, her master. She couldn’t help but moan and shudder in pleasure as he touched every part of her he could reach. His touches were rough and demanding. When he touched her like this, it only reminded Aki that he had complete control over body, from the way it responded to his touches and kiss to the how easily it was for her to completely submit to his every whim. Yes, this was her master who was kissing her and making her feel things she had never thought possible. It was her beautiful, redheaded master who was giving her more pleasure than she had ever thought imaginable.


Kurama pulled away from Aki slightly, reaching down to unzip his pants. All of the plans he had made for the night were gone. He was acting like a man who hadn’t been fucked in years but none of this mattered to the youko as he forced his way into his hummingbird’s body. “Oh . . . hummingbird, you are still so . . . damn tight,” he mumbled into her ear, taking her lobe into his mouth as he began moving inside her.


Aki arched her back, her head banging against the wall. Her master chuckled lightly, slowing down some and placing a hand behind her head. When he picked up his pace again, she couldn’t feel her head pounding or the bump forming against her skull. All she could feel was his hand in her hair, his body against her, and his cock buried inside of her body.


At this moment not even Koenma telling him the world was about to end would stop Kurama. He increased his pace, pushing Aki’s body up farther up the wall. Her moans and pants were driving him to thrust harder, to do anything to cum faster. When the pressure became too much, he finally came with a groan and shuddered as he felt her walls begin pulse around his sensitive cock as she followed him. He slid to his knees, pulling her down with him.


Aki felt her breath leave her for the second time that night. Her body was trembling as a sudden wave of cold chills ran through her after her perfect orgasm. She lowered her head to her master’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist.


Kurama was trying to slow his thudding heartbeat. He had lost complete control of his body and actions and for the legendary youko, the sudden loss of control was completely unheard of.
Kurama didn’t know what the hell just happened but he did know that he needed to be more careful when dealing with his hummingbird. He could have possibly of hurt her with his lack of restraint. He was brought out of his musings when he felt her snuggling up against his chest. Kurama detached her from him. “Did I give you permission to touch me, hummingbird?” he asked, watching as she lowered her eyes from him and he could help but smile, temporarily forgetting about everything but her. “Go get in the bed, hummingbird.”


Aki pulled herself away from her master and crawled to the bed and curled up in a ball on her side. She sighed when her master got in behind her and pulled her against his chest. “Tell me something, hummingbird,” he started, rubbing her stomach lightly, “did you and Seata do anything?”


“No, master, nothing happened. Uh . . . well actually something did happen,” she stated, suddenly remembering that she hit Seata.


Kurama’s eye narrowed and his arms tightened around her waist. He couldn’t help but want to know everything that happened between the two. “And pray tell.”


Aki flinched at his cold tone. “I kinda-sorta hit him,” she told him, closing her eyes, waiting her punishment.


Kurama was shocked. His hummingbird hit Seata. “Why the hell did you hit him?” he demanded, turning her around in his arms and ignoring the sudden question of ‘How the hell did she hit him?’.


Aki shyly looked up at her master, her face a deep red color. “Ummm . . . he was explaining the purposes for the different rooms and when he finished the white room I told him to let me go because I don’t want anyone touching me but you, unless you tell them to. When he didn’t let go, I got away the only way I know how. I fought him off,” she finished, lowering her head the best she could.


Kurama laughed. He couldn’t but feel somewhat happy at her reasoning. He could feel his chest puff up in male ego. “Okay, hummingbird, you are new to this and you did tell him to back off. Now no more talk; go to sleep.”


Aki was confused. Why wasn’t she being punished? And her master had actually laughed. She just shook her head, deciding to ignore the whole situation and turned back around. They both fell asleep, blissfully unaware of everything going on around them.


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Koenma pulled Botan closer to his chest. The last week had been quiet, incredibly quiet. No more visits from his newest ‘employee’ and the blood dragons had yet declared war. Koenma had actually gotten some sleep during the past week. But at the moment when he should be relaxing the most, he couldn’t help but feel that something was amiss. He just feel that all hell was about to break lose and he knew that it was going to cause him hell.


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A lone figure watched the two in the bed with burning red eyes. The wind caught his waist length hair as he looked on with longing and hatred combined. This was his duty, his curse; to look but never touch, to have but never hold, and to love but never be loved, at least not by her.


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blood illusions: my faithful violent kitty, oh how I love you; thank you for reviewing; I am sorry it took so long; I will tell you this, I do not know if I will get a lot of chappies up during the summer because I don't know when I'll be able to access the internet, so be sure to look for me by the end of August; I hope to be done; I think Koenma needs a break to, so I gave him a short one;) I hope you enjoyed it;

Kittens, REVIEW me DAMNIT! I have no fucking ego when it comes to my skills as a writer and would like to develop some. I hoped you enjoyed.