Red Rose in the Darkness

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Thank you for hanging around long enough to read the second chapter!
“...” is speech, ‘...’ is thoughts, and italics are dreams and flashbacks.
I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.


Red Rose in the Darkness
chapter two


(WARNING, SLIGHT LEMON. )

            She panted and writhed in pleasure, grasping his long hair as the sweet torture
continued. She nearly screamed in frustration when he pulled away, smirking at her, lips wet
with her fluids.
            “Enjoying it, pretty one?” he purred, savoring the pleading look he saw in her eyes.
            “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll come to enjoy this too,” she said with a sudden devious glint in
her eye, reaching down to grab his large – and still growing – member. She smiled, a vicious, yet
loving and passionate smile. It was her turn to return the “favor.”
            Her smile became even wider when she heard him gasp in pleasure. “Like it, my mate?”
she purred smugly, squeezing lightly. She ignored his groans and began to stroke it, tracing
spiraling patterns on the soft skin, from the base to the tip. Leaning over, she took as much of
him as she could into her mouth and commenced sucking softly.
            She was very surprised, so startled that she let him slip out, when she felt his fingers at
her cleft and inside her.
        &;
   “I think we’ve both had enough with playing around,” he declared huskily. Taking his
finger out, he flipped her on her stomach. She shivered in anticipation, getting up on her knees.160;160;           One swift thrust, and he was sheathed to the hilt. She arched her back, wanting to pull
him in further . . .

(END OF LEMON.)

            “Kami-sama!” she gasped.
            Shicho looked at her oddly. “What?”
            “Er . . . nothing.” Kitsunehime did not want to tell her.
            Shicho shrugged. “Whatever you say.” She turned around and went back to sleep.
            Kitsunehime couldn’t sleep, especially not after that dream. ‘Or was it a dream?’ she
pondered. ‘It felt so . . . so real.’ She found herself trying to relive all those hot sensations, and
flushed bright red, hiding her face under her jacket under pretense of blocking out the light. ‘What
are you thinking, Kitsunehime?’ she mentally chided herself.
            But, try as she might, she couldn’t get it out of her head. She had tried almost everything,
including splashing water on her face from the bathroom, and slapping herself upside the head.
That only got Shicho to wake up, stare at her again, and leave for the cockpit. Sighing, she
resigned herself to wait the remaining hour out with those thoughts.

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            The gravestone in front of him read ‘Minamino Shiori,’ the name of his mother. Kurama
was kneeling down in front of it, putting incense in the little burner. Setting the large bouquet of
flowers in a vase, he bowed down low to the ground.
            ‘Okaa-san, I hope things are more pleasant where you are, but things here aren’t going for
the best. Vampires are, frankly, tying to take over the world.’ Seeing that the incense was burning
low, Kurama paused and lit a new bundle. ‘I don’t ask for protection, only your regard, okaa-san.
Even after all these years, I still miss you.’
            It could have simply been a trick of the imagination, but he could have sworn an ethereal,
unseen hand pressed down on his shoulder then. It squeezed once, gently, in comfort, then
dissipated. Kurama took that as a sign of approval from the spirit of his mother, and bowed again
respectfully. ‘Arigatou gozaimasu, okaa-san.’
            Gathering up the jacket he had set on the ground beside him, he bade farewell to the grave
and left for another day of who-knows-what.

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            Arriving at the office, the Reikai Tantei were confronted with the case of the missing
Koenma. They were about to leave to find him when Botan rushed in.
            “Ah, gomen nasai! Koenma’s at the airport picking up some of our people, he’ll be back in
a little while!” she panted, having run the whole way. “Where’s Kurama?” she asked, noticing he
was missing.
           &#R“Here,” he replied, coming in the door. “Hello, Keiko, Shizuru. What brings you here?”
            Yusuke shrugged. “Keiko wanted to yell at Koenma.” At that, Kurama raised an eyebrow,
then looked at Shizuru.
            “I’m here to keep an eye out for my little bro, what else?” Shizuru stated, throwing her
cigarette in the nearest ashtray.
            “I don’t need a babysitter!” Kuwabara yelled, spraying spit.
            B wip wiped the spray off of her and looked around for a moment. “Has anyone seen
Genkai? She was supposed to come in today too.”
            “Come to think of it, I haven’t visited Grandma lately,” Yusuke mused. “How’s the old
lady doing?”
            “Yusuke! Have some respect for her!” Keiko chided, lightly punching his arm.
            “That would be a miracle if the dimwit actually knew what respect is,” said a slightly gruff
voice. Stepping into the light, Genkai smirked at Yusuke. “Koenma’s late today.”
            “Well, yes, he had to go to the airport . . . ” Botan began, but then Koenma himself finally
arrived.
            “So, miss me?” he asked as a joke. No one even cracked a smile. He sighed in resignation.
“Anyhowdon&don’t believe any of you have met Kitsunehime and Shicho, one of our best teams.”
He gestured towards the two women standing just inside the doorway. One had long black hair
tied into a low ponytail and had two kodachis tucked into a sash. The other had waist-length,
extremely dark red hair, and crimson eyes.
            The black haired one stepped forward first. “Daiohmoru Shicho. Nice to meet you. I’m
also Koenma’s cousin.”
            “My name is Kitsunehime, but only within the Reikai Tantei. Otherwise, I am Kobayashi
Tomiko.” As she stepped closer, the others could see the metal-barbed whip inside her jacket,
which was draped over one arm.
            “Kitsunehime, Tomiko, this is Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, and Kurama. They’re another one
of our top teams. With them is Keiko, Shizuru, and Genkai the psychic. And this is Botan,”
Koenma continued.
            Kitsunehime shook Kurama’s hand first, since he was right in front of her. For some
reason, he seemed familiar, even though she knew she had never seen him before this.
            “I’m Kurama, or Minamino Shuuichi outside the Reikai Tantei,” he said, thinking she
reminded him of someone, but he didn’t know who.
            After the introductions, Koenma cleared his throat. “Well then, let’s get down to business.
Kitsunehime and Shicho have succeeded in finding and protecting two of the Toguros’ targets.
They will be staying in the Reikai Tantei headquarters the next block over,” he said, handing
Yusuke the address.
            “Li Syaoran, Li, Meiling, and Kinomoto Sakura,” Kuwabara read, looking over Yusuke’s
shoulder.
            “I think we can read for ourselves, you lump,” Hiei stated scathingly.
            “Shut up, shrimp!”
            Koenma could feel a headache coming on. “Please, save the peanut gallery antics for
later.” Kuwabara was about to protest, but Genkai rapped him on the head with a yardstick.
“Thank you, Genkai. Now, for your assignments — ”
            “About those assignments,” Keiko said menacingly. Koenma gulped. “Exactly how
dangerous are they?”
            “Oh, come on, Keiko! I’ll be all right!” Yusuke objected. “Don’t you believe me?”
            “No.” As simply as that, Yusuke shut up. Koenma was growing paler by the second. He
definitely didn’t relish the thought of telling her precisely to what degree the danger was.
            “Er, well . . . it’s-very-very-risky,” he said really, really fast.
            Keiko seemed to catch it anyways. “What?!”
            “Now, now, Keiko, I’m sure, with the whole team and all, they’ll all come out fine,”
Botan declared cheerfully. “Come on, let’s get some coffee.”
            Koenma sighed in relief. “All right, was there something you wanted to ask too, Shizuru?
Shizuru?” She was already walking out the door with Botan and Keiko.
            “That answered my question well enough. Hey, guys, look out for my little bro, will you?”
With that, and a wave, she left.
            “I can take care of myself!” Kuwabara yelled. Hiei snorted in disbelief.
            “Like you really can.”
            Shicho rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall. “So, Koenma. The assignment?”
            “Ah yes, the assignment. Hit the lights, will you?” As soon as they were off, he turned on
the large, flat-screen TV on the side wall.
            An image of a lovely young lady with pale blue-green hair and red eyes appeared on the
screen. Hiei gave a start as his own red eyes widened.
            “Wow, who is she? She’s gorgeous!” Kuwabara exclaimed, thinking himself in true love.
            “I was getting to that,” Koenma said irritably. “This is Yukina, a Koorime whose tears
produce gemstones of the highest quality.”
            Unobtrusively, Hiei left the room. Well, he thought he left unobtrusively, but the only one
not to notice was Kuwabara, since he was staring at Yukina’s picture.
            “She’s one of the Toguro brothers’ targets,” Koenma continued. “Currently, she is held
prisoner by a man by the name of Tarukane.” Briefly, a picture of an ugly, fat, and droopy man
replaced Yukina’s.
            “That is human?” Shicho asked disbelievingly. “It’s uglier than roadkill!”
            “Well . . . We think he’s human . . . But anyways, I — ” Koenma stopped to stare at
Kuwabara. “What’s wrong with him?”
            “Dunno . . . Hey, Kuwabara!” Yusuke poked him in the arm. “Earth to Kuwabara! What
the heck’s wrong with you?”
            He looked dumbstruck . . . or awestruck, if you asked him to describe it later. “I . . . I
think I’m in love . . . ”
            Everyone fell over. “What?! You’ve only seen her picture, and you’re in love already?!”
            “It doesn’t matter . . . Love at first sight doesn’t obey some stupid measly rule about
seeing her fao fao face . . . Yukina, I, Kuwabara Kazuma will save you!” With that, he rushed out
the door.
            “Does he even know where he’s going?” Kitsunehime asked.
            “I highly doubt it. He’ll probably come back in an hour or two,” Shizuru answered from
the doorway, sipping her coffee. “So, what else were you going to say?”
            Thinking quickly, Koenma decided to let her in on this. After all, she would be able to
sense it later anyways.
            On the screen, a picture of Hiei popped up next to Yukina’s. “She’s Hiei’s sister,”
Koenma explained.

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            In the end, Koenma split them up, since all six of them weren’t necessary for this mission.
Originally, Yusuke and Kitsunehime were to go, but Kuwabara insisted on coming.
            “Great, now we’re going to have to deal with his nonsense,” Yusuke grumbled.
Kitsunehime shrugged.
    &#       “I don’t suppose we should tell him he’s fallen in love with Hiei’s sister?” she asked in an
undertone.
            “Nah, I wanna see what happens. Why isn’t Hiei here anyways?”
            “Come on you two! We have to rescue Yukina!” Kuwabara was running ahead with a
very odd headband on.
            “If anyone asks, I do not know him,” Yusuke muttered irritably. Kitsunehime only hid a
smile with her hand.
            At the first corner of the hall, they ran into a blue-haired vampire with one horn.
            “Well, hel-lo, aren’t you playing the heroes.”
            “Are you a man or a woman? Make up your mind, yeesh,” Yusuke retorted. “Get out of
our way.”
            He/she/it didn’t move. Instead he/she/it grew livid with rage. “How dare you! I am a
woman in a man’s body! For that, you won’t even have a ghost of a chance of leaving alive!”
Drawing a whip out of his/her/its hair, he/she/it charged.
            “You two go on ahead. This little cross-dresser shouldn’t present much of a problem,”
Kitsunehime said, drawing out her own whip. She dodged the first pass, then noticed they still
hadn’t moved.
            “This . . . thingy has a lot of ki! You’re no match!” Yusuke shouted.
            “Yes, why don’t you all just surrender?” he/she/it snarled.
            Kitsunehime sighed. “Mou, have some faith!” By releasing the tight hold she had on her
own ki, it burst out and quickly eclipsed the enemy’s. “Now do you understand? Go!”
            The receding footsteps told her she was finally obeyed. Straightaway, she knew she could
now direct all her attention at the enemy.
            “Well, well, just one? Fine then, the others will take care of them.”
            “First, I ask your name. The battle is much more . . . interesting that way.” Kitsunehime
kept her tone casual, but on guard.
            “Hmph . . . You’re an odd one,” he/she/it said, watching her warily. “I am Miyuki, first
horn of the Sankishu. You?”
            “I don’t think you need to know,” Kitsunehime’s voice said from behind Miyuki. Once,
twice, the barbed whip lashed out, each time blocked by another whip. Landing lightly to the side,
she allowed a acerbic smile to cross her face. “Impressive, Miyuki. You may call me . . .
Kitsunehime.”
 㼠160;         “Enough with the small talk. The fighting begins now.”
            Kitsunehime’s eyes narrowed tangibly as Miyuki swung up into the ceiling, trying to gauge
his/her/its combat style. Out of – apparently – nowhere, Miyuki’s whip flashed, and before she
realized, left a welt on her back.
            Miyuki chuckled, licking the blood off his/her/its whip. “Judging from your ki, I would
have guessed you’d be more challenging.”
   㼠160;       Despite the pain, Kitsunehime laughed. “True, you’ve struck a blow, but do you honestly
think you can do more?” She was there one moment, gone the next, only to reappear behind
him/her/it. “Checkmate.”
            Kitsunehime smiled, a grim, joyless smile, as a speck of blood splashed her cheek. Wiping
it off, she flicked a piece of Miyuki’s sleeve over his/her/its unseeing eyes with her foot as she
passed.

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            “Great, now which way do we go, smart one?” Yusuke asked sarcastically.
            “That way!” Kuwabara yelled, pointing and running straight into a wall.
            “ . . . Right, I think I’ll lead the way.”
            Without warning, Kuwabara’s headband fluttered to the floor. “What the — ”
            “Heh heh, you may gave gotten past Miyuki, but you won’t get past me,” a cackling voice
sounded.
            “Great, we have an invisible old man on us,” complained Yusuke. “Who the hell are you?”
            “I am Inmaki, second horn of the Sankishu. Now, I’m afraid you have to die!” Inmaki
seemed to be everywhere at once. Yusuke rolled his eyes and charged up his shotgun.
            “If you’re done talking, old man, have a load of this!” He fired the shotgun all around the
hall, catching Inmaki in mid-leap. “Pish, weak.”
            “No, not so weak,” Kitsunehime chided from the shadows. Stepping out, she pointed to
the sleeves of their shirts. One sleeve on both of them split open and a thin line of blood ran down
their arms. “Be more careful next time. Let’s go.”
            When she turned to go, Yusuke snorted. “Hypocrite! You have a huge cut on your back!”
            Kitsunehime glance down at it over her shoulder. “I had forgotten it was there.” Suddenly,
she froze. “Hiei’s here.”
            “The shrimp?! Where?” Kuwabara looked around frantically, but saw nothing.
            “Come to think of it, why didn’t Koenma send him? Since he’s . . . ”
            “He’s what?” Kuwabara had no clue what they were talking about.
            “Because of that.”
            “Oh.” Yusuke understood. Kuwabara still didn’t, and nearly tripped over the body of a
third vampire.
            “Yaaaaahhh!”
            Kitsunehime ignored Kuwabara’s scream and bent down to examine it. “These cuts were
definitely made by a katana,” shatedated. “Hiei got here first.”
            “Why would Hiei be here?” Kuwabara demanded.
            “It matters not. This way,” Kitsunehime responded quietly. She knew that if Hiei arrived
first, there would be a total massacre, even of the – few – innocents.
            Yusuke also understood that simple fact. “Come on, let’s get moving!”
            When they arrived in the arena ahead, they found Tarukane dead, with the flesh on his face
flayed from the bone. The Toguro brothers were nowhere to be seen, and presumably left. Hiei
was only just sheathing his katana, while Yukina was staring, horrified, at the bloody mess.
            At a glance, Kitsunehime knew Hiei was disgusted with himself for making Yukina upset,
and also saw that Kurama was in the opposite hall. With an unspoken agreement, he went to talk
to Hiei, while she went for Yukina.
            “Are you all right?” she asked, dropping a handkerchief over Tarukane’s face so Yukina
wouldn’t have to look at it.
            “I . . . yes, um . . . ”
            “Kitsunehime. My name’s Kitsunehime.” She was abruptly shoved aside by Kuwabara.
            “Hey, cutie! My name’s Kuwabara Kazuma, may I call you Yukina?”
            Yusuke fell over at that. Kuwabara had a one-track mind.
            “So, Hiei, Kur Kurama said evenly. “Did you tell her you’re her brother?”
            “No.”
            “Why not? She’ll be happy to find family.”
            “For the last time, you baka kitsune, NO!”
            Everyone turned around to stare at Hiei. “Baka kitsune?” Yusuke asked. “Why the hell
would you call Kurama that?”
            Hiei opened his mouth to say something, then snapped it shut.

            Koenma and Hiei were standing in the office, by themselves, discussing something
seriously.
            “He has a right to know,” Hiei said harshly.
            “No! He has to figure it out on his own.” Koenma clearly didn’t like it either, but had to
do what was right. “We can’t tell him, nor anyone else unless they already know.”


End of chapter. About the lemon, that was the first one I’ve ever written, so no flames for that!
Ja!