The Island

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Keiko didn't seem at all phased by her tumble, a further sign of the spores influence. She simply scrambled from her sprawled place on the sand, disregarding all modesty, and stalked toward Kurama who was by now knee deep in the ocean.

"Tsk, tsk, naughty kitsune... You deserve to be punished." Keiko chided as she approached the clearly panicking Kurama.

Before the retreating Kurama could fight the words, Youko's smooth purr came through.... "Then punish me, if you can."

Keiko's eyes flashed as an unnaturally wicked smirk came across her lips oncre. re. Hiei would be so proud, Kurama thought. Keiko then lunged for the tempting red head only to have him leap agilely to the side, Youko's deep chuckle coming through once more.

In the back of Kurama's head, Shuichi brightened hopefully, Youko was keeping away from Keiko! Maybe the fox wasn't thinking with his hentai side for once, and was actually helping out.

A little water play is always a pleasant turn on... Youko smiled, dashing away Shuichi's hope.

Keiko growled playfully as her kitsune evaded her. So he wants to play does he? Well, I'll just have to oblige him then. She dove at him again but missed, striking hard into the shallow water. She whimpered as her bare chest impacted with the rocky sand and she pulled herself up, arms crossed tightly over her breasts, hissing in pain.

"K-Keiko?"

Shuichi and Youko both became alarmed at her grimace of pain. Kurama, firmly in control of their heated body, headed toward where she lay hunched over in the wet sand. He approached, putting aside his concern for her heated state and leaned down, extending an arm over her bare shoulder. Playing with a half nude girl on a beach, this scenario had never really occured to him like this. At least, not with Keiko.

"Keiko? Are you okay? I'm sorry, things have gotten out of hand, we really need to-"

He lurched as she spun around and tackled him straight down into the wet sand. She climbed over him and pressed her mouth fervently against his. She kissed him deeply, pulling back only to lick her lips sensuously.

"You're such a sucker, Kurama..."

Growling playfully, Kurama's Youko side pushed her back onto the wet sand. Keiko squealed gleefully, fully welcoming the ardent kitsune's advances as he lowered his body flush against hers and proceeded to grind his hips against her own.

"Tease..." he whispered hotly against a neck that smelled deliciously of the sea. As arms brought him closer still, Kurama wondered how long it would be before he lost all control. Youko was in control now, but even Youko had desires. Apparently even the famous youkai thief was unable to withstand the plant's intoxicating fumes... or perhaps it was just the innocent allure of Keiko herself?

Keiko squirmed beneath Kurama's welcomed weight. Bringing her arms up, she buried her fingers once again in the gloriously silken locks of the kitsune's hair. It was so soft, even wet like it was. The crimson strands fell down, framing Kurama's perfectly handsome features.

His silk felt wonderful against her bare skin... Oh... no, she took that back. His mouth felt better... a thousand times so. Keiko could feel the constant throbbing of her body increase as Kurama's lips went to work on her again. Kissing, tasting, nipping at the tender flesh of her neck and shoulders. She faintly heard him growl in annoyance as he realized that, despite her partial nu, he, he was still entirely dressed.

He drew his head up, separating his lips from her skin. "You're cute, but you're not very good at this. A good seductress would have me laid out and begging by now, wouldn't she?"

Shut up! Shuichi shouted. Don't incite her!

Youko ignored him, watching as Keiko's eyes lit. "You're the one who's been jumping around like a rabbit."

He grinned. "Just proves your ineffectiveness..."

Her hands rose to grip the material of his shirt and she began yanking on it earnestly. He sat back releasing her from the cumbersome job and stripped off the shirt dropping it into the water.

Hey! Don't get that all wet. Again, Shuichi, the last vestige of reason, was ignored.

Partial reason at least, even the mild-mannered red head was shuddering as Keiko reached up sliding her hands down his chest before tackling the fasten at his waist.

Shuichi couldn't help but feel ignored. It's not like he wanted to be the reasonable one! Kami knows he wanted to enjoy it. Throw caution to the wind and let Youko take the lead. But he knew that if he did that... if he unleashed Youko, he couldn't assure that Keiko would come out of the encounter alive. His other half had a very.... voracious appetite when it came to sex.

Of course, he was thinking this while his hands were kneading Keiko's soft, warm..... intoxicating.... err, flesh. So much for rational realizations. But how could he stop himself when his body was being controlled by stronger influences?

Kurama groaned gutterally when Keiko's small hand dipped inside the front of his pants, which she had finally managed to get undone. Her cool fingers came into contact with his heated flesh, encircling it and Shuichi could feel Youko lunging forward in an attempt to take control completely. With a cry of lustful triumph, Keiko's hand deftly massaged the hardened length she discovered there. They were both panting, the rhythm of their intoxicated blood pounded in their ears. Kurama fell back, dropping his head into the sand. Keiko's laughter brought him down a notch.

"Ha! Who's not good at this?" She taunted.

She yanked at his pants with her one free hand, making very little progress. It proved to be such a distraction that he tugged them away for her, pulling them off completely leaving him wearing only his wet, white socks. Shuichi attempted reason and came up short, only able to gasp brokenly as Keiko leaned down over them again. She stared, pausing as she drew her eyes up to his, slowly tracing over his bare body as the water rushed around them.

See, you shouldn't have pushed her! Shuichi made a recovery, sensing Keiko's sudden withdrawl of confidence. Youko was not daunted by her sudden diffidence and sat up, casting off any vestiges of Shuichi's shyness as he spread his knees apart.

"Come here," he ordered, sliding her nearer to him. He wrapped his hand over hers, and pressed her hand tighter around his throbbing manhood. "No need for shyness, you wanted to play, didn't you?" He smirked as her breath quickened, but still she faltered.

Giving up that particular game for the moment, he reached for her, pulling himself up onto his knees in the process. He snagged her at the back of her neck, sliding his hands into her hair as his lips met hers.

Up until this point, Keiko had had only one objective in mind. To get Kurama naked. Well, now she had him. Naked, and obviously very willing. And she was hesitating! Her senses were growing more and more acute with each passing moment, along with the throbbing need for fulfillment. It was nearly driving her insane. Her target was within reach, she just needed to take the bull by the horns...so to speak. So what was stopping her?

There he was, literally within reach, easy to obtain, like the forbidden fruit dangling on its low hanging branches. Perhaps it had a little something to do with thct tct that she'd never done this before. EVER. The closest she'd come to foreplay with Yusuke was when he would cop a feel. Which had been quickly followed by her smacking him hard. They'd kissed a few times, sure, but other than that she'd never been this unclothed with a boy before.

But Kurama was hardly a boy. No, her body told her a totally different story. His body was definitely not that of a boy's. He wasn't immature either, so serious and thoughtful, whereas Yusuke was brash and reckless. She lurched forward as a searing wave of heat swept up her spine. Her hands dug deep into the sand, a broken gasp falling from her lips. Kurama fell back from her, eyes wide.

"Keiko?"

She shuddered, panting. "It's... " she trailed off.

His eyebrows drew down at the implication This wasn't a game anymore. Youko's playfulness also dimmed. After a moment or so of silence she straightened, blinking away whatever discomfort that had formerly plagued her.

"It will only get worse," he promised, voice even.

She hesitated, clearly worrying, before he watched her shudder. Kurama bit his own tongue to keep Youko from blathering more information he didn't want Keiko to have.

She didn't need to know the exact effects of the plant. She might as well enjoy her afternoon here without having to worry that, if nothing was done to relieve her problem, the spores of the plant floating around in her blood stream would bond with the target receptors in her neurons and cause insanity when they penetrated the cell walls and altered the base DNA.

He repressed a shudder of his own. No, definitely not going to tell her that.

She didn't need know that, or the fact that his alter--and more powerful--ego had taken over their body, planning to take advantage of the situation, and that she may very well not survive the encounter. So many things he couldn't do... What options did that leave him?

Easy, fuck her now, before the spores turn you both into raving lunatics.

Youko, please. Shuichi shot back. She's human, not to mention a virgin. We must be gentle.

Fuck gentle. Just give her what she needs. What you both need. Hell, what we all need!

Kurama pushed the thought away. Youko's impatience was the last thing that he needed. He reached for Keiko, grasping her hips and pulling her against him. Keiko's eyes widened as, amidst the searing heat, she could feel Kurama's firmness press intimately against her. He buried his head into the crook of her neck, nuzzling crtinrtingly. Keiko was surprised that, despite the growing discomfort in her lower regions, the simple action was actually calming her.

She sighed against him, letting him slide closer, his hands slipping up her back and then down in a slow, comforting motion. She eased more comfortably into his embrace, moaning weakly. He moved his hands down, sliding beneath the fabric of her capri's to pull the elastic band half-way down her hips. She wound her arms up around his neck, eyes fluttering closed.

His fingers itched to tear at the material earnestly in an effort to remove the offending garment quicker. The unwelcome urge courtesy of Youko, who it seemed had now become edgy due to the spores. He let the material fall around her knees, not moving to pull them the rest of the way off as he slid his hands back up, closing around her breasts.

Yeah! Oh! Finally, some progress! Youko almost leapt from the sand to pull off her remaing garments. Kurama managed to restrain his practically howling other half and keep Keiko calm and compliant in his arms.

Either cooperate with us on this, or shut up! Shuichi ordered. It's going to happen, just have patience. Kurama silently thanked his human half before returning his attention to the now writhing young woman in his arms.

He pressed his lips against her shoulder, sliding his mouth downward as Keiko's head dropped back, mouth open. Youko's impatience was a tangible thing, however, and Keiko gasped as the wild half of him suddenly pinched down hard on a rosy nipple.

"Ah-!" She gasped.

Kurama turned his eyes up toward her in apology, only to find an expression of pure bliss shining upon her face. Oh yeah, she wants it. Youko again. Couldn't the damn fox keep quiet for one minute?! His own painful discomfort was growing and he knew it wouldn't be long before he would need Keiko's assistance. But she had been infected before him, so she would definitely be in more urgent need.

He assisted her back into the watery sand and reached down to snag the capris the rest of the way off. He let his eyes roam up her body lecherously. Wetting his dry lips, Kurama leaned down to press a kiss to her knee, and slide his tongue against her ocean salty skin.

Keikanedaned wantonly as Kurama's tongue slid up her inner thigh. She tensed slightly, instinctively knowing where he was heading. Nimble fingers came up to remove the last barrier of cloth remaining between the ravenous beast and his tempting companion. Throwing the panties carelessly over his shoulder, Kurama then settled comfortably between Keiko's legs. Using his hands to cup her bottom firmly, he brought her closer so that he could inhale the spicy scent of her arousal. She smelled so wonderful that Youko managed to slip his control again and growl. He slid his mouth down, pressing his tongue ardently against her nether lips, spreading her open. Keiko's hands dug into the sand as she groaned, hips bucking in his grasp. Whether it was to get closer or to get away, he couldn't tell, but neither mattered.

Youko growled again, but this time Shuichi did not object, nor did Kurama make an attempt to stop him as he conceded more control to his beastly half as he continued his ravenous assault upon her swollen bud. Youko pressed his teeth around the tempting flesh, eliciting a sharp shriek of pleasure from Keiko. Instantly, her hands flew up from the sand to bury themselves into his flowing red hair, clinging desperately.

"Oooohhhh." the moan was long and drawn out as Keiko, being so aroused, came immediately.

Youko allowed a smug look to cross his face. Well, that was easy, he thought. But it's not over yet. Not allowing Keiko the chance to come down from her euphoria, he began his assault again. The taste of her was so unique, one he never would have expected a human to have. If he wasn't careful, he felt he might become addicted to it. To her. He slid his tongue along her lips slowly, causing her to bring her hips nearer to him as she groaned trying to press him against her harder.

"Kurama!" She pleaded, a desperate note to her voice.

In response to her demand he quickened the pace. She bucked and arched, holding her hands tight in his hair almost yanking it at the scalp. He pressed his lips around her bud and began to suckle.

She cried out sharply hands sliding down his head to wrap around the two dangling tresses by his ears. "Please!" she begged, tugging at the two handfuls of hair, urging him to rise reluctantly from his enjoyment. His lust-filled eyes, which were normally an intensely beautiful green, were now tinged with a hint of golden amber. A further testament to the fact that Youko Kurama was lurking close to the surface of his human body. Keiko tugged intently and he allowed her to lead him up her body, though he strategically placed little nips and kisses along the way. Finally, when he was at eye level with her, Keiko spoke.

"Now..." she breathed. "Oh, take me now!" Any apprehension she might have had appeared to be gone.

Yes! Take her now, Youko urged, already sliding his hips even with hers. He gripped his throbbing arousal and guided himself to her slick folds, rubbing the blunt head against her intimately.

She whimpered, and he pressed, finding her entrance wet. He slid slowly at first, inching into her, until she gasped brokenly and Youko thrust hard. Keiko cried out, body trembling, as she again climaxed, her body so sensitized beyond reason that the slight pain of her virginity being taken was nonexistent.. Her cries mingled with Kurama's own as she drew her legs up, draping them around his trim waist in order to draw him further within her. He filled her entirely and Keiko--in a moment of lucidity--mused that it felt as if he completed her as well.

The thought was lost, however, due to a particularly deep thrust which wrung another wail of pleasure from her lips. Arching up, Keiko matched Kurama's pace thrust for thrust. She could feel his breath coming in even puffs against her chest. Every once in awhile he would take one bobbing nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the taught nub.

He groaned in complete and utter ecstasy noting that, finally, Youko had shut up completely. The thought was passing as he could concentrate only on sating his own burning desire. His hips thrust wildly against Keiko's, all thoughts of gentleness forgotten. All thoughts of anything forgotten. Not even the periodic splash of the incoming waves could distract him. She was intoxicating, he couldn't get enough of her. His hips bucked forward, each stroke causing her body to lurch beneath him. Keiko continued to cry out, moaning and clawing her hands through his hair.

Kurama could feel his orgasm approaching, but knew that it would only be the first of many. The spores would more than likely keep them busy for quite awhile. For the next few hours at the least. Reaching behind, Kurama unwound Keiko's legs from his waist and hooking a knee over each arm, brought them up close to her chest, allowing him an even deeper penetration as he redoubled his efforts in reaching his climax.

Keiko's voice rose in pitch as she felt Kurama tense, his body shuddering against her. Youko's growls suddenly and completely receeded and she was nearly flattened against the sand as he fell over her, panting. For awhile, there was only the sound of the crashing waves on the ocean, an occasional gull's cry and their mingled gasping breaths. Finally, Kurama rose up onto his forearms, allowing him to look down at the young woman he had just ravished, and more than likely would be doing so again.

He noted that there was a satiated glow to her face, and her eyes were staring at him in pure awe. It seemed sad had her wits about her more, now that her delimma had momentarily abated. He pushed away, falling back into the wet sand beside her. Keiko sighed heavily as she once again regained coherant thought.

Glancing to the side, she watched Kurama for a moment as he lay beside her. After a moment, he raised his head to peer over at her and she smiled weakly.

"So..." She started but trailed off.

Kurama stared, watching her with an uneasy feeling. How was he to explain she wouldn't be 'getting back to normal' for a little while and their wild romp, so to speak, was not yet over? He sighed inaudibly. Someday, he thought, he'd look back on this and smile fondly, but for now the uneasiness remained.

"Keiko... We aren't exactly -"

"I know," Keiko spoke up, cutting him off. "I don't know how I know, I just do. We're nowhere near finished."

Kurama's eyebrows rose in surpise, although he really shouldn't have been. Keiko was always insightful about certain things. He returned her weak smile and then rolled over, deciding that modesty, for now, was not important.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" The question came from deep within him, from both his human side, as well as from Youko.

The young woman next to him didn't seem to hear, rather she was staring off across the water.

"Honestly, I don't really remember. It's kind of a blur."

Was she regretful? He sat up. Nothing could sober you up quite like the feeling that just settled over him. Was this going to be something they wouldn't smile about when they left here? Would it be something that left them casting uncertain, uncomfortable glances at each other when they met? Would she go to lengths to avoid him? Would he do the same when faced with the possiblity of meeting her?

Kurama pondered this a moment. No, he was certain he would not have a problem with it. In fact, after he had given up the fight, he found he had quite thoroughly enjoyed himself...and her. Keiko was definitely unique.

"It's just a little weird I guess... all very unreal. Like something you'd see in a cheap adult film or something... although..." she chuckled a bit. "I've never seen one, so I'm sort of guessing."

Kurama smiled, finding the thought entertaining.

"What do you think the others are doing?" She asked.

"Well, if they're on this island I believe it would be safe to say that they are looking for us."

Keiko nodded. "Yes, but... what if they happen upon the same plant that I did?"

"I wouldn't worry too much about the others. If they were to run into the plant, I'm sure Hiei and Yukina could handle it." Kurama assured her. He noticed that she still hadn't turned to look at him, which worried him. Sitting up, Kurama drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.

"Keiko...look at" He" He commanded gently.

He saw her body tense as she close her eyes, mouth dropping open slightly.

"Keiko?"

"Ah..." she sighed.

"It's not starting again already, is it?"

"Again?" she mumbled. lon long will this last, anyway?"

Kurama looked away. "A few hours I suppose."

She blinked, reaching forward and snagging his hair. "What?! A few hours?!"

Oooh, she doesn't sound happy. Youko suddenly decided to reappear. We should definitely distract her.

Shut up, Youko. Kurama was glad to note that Youko wasn't able to influence any of his motor functions at the moment, though he wasn't for sure how long that would last. Kurama winced when Keiko tugged his hair again, seeing as she had yet to release her hold on it.

"Kurama! hours?!" she snapped again.

"A bit testy aren't we?" Kurama tried to smooth Keiko's ruffled feathers as he gently pried her fingers from his hair. "Relax. The time will pass by faster than you'd think."

Keiko's face was flushed as images of just what they would be doing to "pass the time" flashed before her eyes, drawing a low moan from her lips and causing a small tingle of desire to race down her spine. She tried to push the images away, but instead fell victim to Youko's abrupt control of Kurama's body.

"Play time!" He chirped before pouncing.

Afterward, Keiko sat, again staring over the ocean. It was now nearing sunset. She hadn't eaten anything all day, she was tired and Kurama was back and forth between being considerate and wild. She didn't want to know what was going on with him at the moment. It was probably better she didn't.

She wasn't sure if she regretted this whole trip or not. She couldn't ever remember feeling so insecure. Some feet away Kurama was laying flat up on the dry sand, his knees pulled up and hands tucked underneath his head. His eyes were closed as he presumably napped.

"Hey Kurama...?"

"Hmm?" He lazily responded.

"If we.." she began, then corrected herself. She had to be optimistic. "When we get off this island, what are we going do?"

Kurama rose so that he rested on his forearms, an eyebrow arched delicately in question. "What do you mean, Keiko?"

"I mean," she replied. "What ... What is with this? I mean... " She trailed off awkwardly, unsure of what exactly to say.

He pulled himself up into a sitting position, dusting the sand from his limbs. "You're worried about what will happen when we return home?"

She frowned. "Why are you always so confident?"

She didn't dare turn to face him, but she could hear as he came closer. His arms came down and around her, pulling himself near.

Keiko immediately melted into his embrace, leaning back against his firm chest as her head dropped back to rest on his shoulder. She felt so comfortable like this, it felt so right. But she didn't want to voice this opinion aloud. She was so afraid that he would laugh at her silly notion. What would a man like Kurama want with a puny human like herself? Her inner musings were cut off as Kurama exhaled deeply.

"I am not always confident, Keiko. Right now I am probably about as uneasy as you are. The plant and its influence has left us in a very vulnerable state."

She quietly nodded.

Kurama rested his chin on the top of Keiko's head and sighed. He knew that the spores had finally worked their way through his system. Keiko, however, was still under their influence and as she began to squirm slightly against him, Kurama was startled to realize that he still desired the young woman in his arms. He felt Keiko's hand caress his leg as she rolled her head to the side so that she could look back at him.

"Kurama..." she begged softly as she felt the heat once again flare up within her.

Kurama silently answered her plea by lowering his head, tenderly sealing her lips with his own.

The sand was still warm and inviting despite the chill settling over the area as night fell. He reached, hooking his hands at her waist and laying back, pulling her astride him. She moaned against his mouth, hands sliding down his chest appreciatively. The hands at her waist slid up, trailing over her silky skin to press over her breasts, cupping them in his hands. Keiko drew back from him allowing him to see what he could in the dimming light.

He took in the sight of her slight curves, of her soft brown hair blowing in the ocean's evening breeze. He took in her look of absolute lust and arousal and found himself longing for the looks to not be spore induced. For her to be looking at him like that of her own free will and actually wanting him. Kurama groaned as Keiko leaned down again, placing feather-light kisses across his chest, the tip of her tongue flicking deliciously across a hardened nub. He buried his fingers in her hair and brought her face up to his so that he could kiss her again.

She began to move her hips against his, grinding them insistently to illicit the friction that she desired. Her breathing turned to jagged panting as he released her lips to trail kisses down the column of her neck. Keiko moaned heatedly, pressing herseloselose, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Kurama pushed her away slightly, pulling up his knees and pressed her back against as as he trailed his fingers down.

She arched, moaning loudly as his fingers slipped between her folds, caressing her. She reached, sliding her hands down his legs, as she shifted and lifted her hips up against his nimble fingers. The dying light caressed her enraptured features and the sight nearly took Kurama's breath away. Animal-like pleasure swelled within him for being the first and only one to bring those looks of ecstacy to her face... for being the reason the throaty moans fell from her lips. He gazed up at her, and for the first time since he'd met Keiko, Kurama actual saw her.

She is truly beautiful, he thought in wonder as he wrung yet another gasp of pleasure from her parted lips. In the back of his mind, he heard Youko agree with him whole-heartedly and could not surpress a smile. If Youko was pleased with her, then perhaps....

Throughout the night Kurama made sure that he effectively relieved Keiko of any discomfort she may have had as a result of the plant spores. Unbeknownst to him however was that, sometime during the string of encounters they had, the spores had released their hold on Keiko, allowing her to at last really appreciate Kurama's tender and quite passionate attentions.

~*~

Keiko's eyes fluttered open as she became more and more aware of her surroundings. The sand was warm, she thought, as was the sun beating down over her bare skin...

She smiled, turning her face up, before blinking completely awake to the knowledge she wasn't as completely naked as she had been the previous night. Kurama's shirt was draped over her, effectively sheilding her feminine attributes. Puzzled, she sat up and the article of clothing dropped into her lap. A startled gasp to her left alerted her to the fact that someone else was present that wasn't Kurama. She turned horrified eyes to the voice she heard and blushed scarlet.

"Kyyyyaah!" She screamed, making frantic attempts to cover herself as Koenma, in his teen form, and a wide-eyed Kurama, dressed only in the bottom half of his uniform, merely stared.

Through a curtain of hair, Keiko could see Koenma's feet. They weren't moving. Oh my God, oh my God! I can't believe this! she thought flusteredly. She frantically wished time would stop. Right. Now.

Over the silence, only interrupted by gentle waves, which sounded insanely loud to their ears, Kurama locked gazes with Koenma. A meaningful look, that was perhaps for no other purpose than keeping the demi god of death's eyes off of his Keiko.

Death, if you gaze with anything except calm indfference upon her exposed body... Kurama's green eyes warned, In that vulnerable state, she is only mine...

Keiko hated to admit it... but her neck was getting cramped from the hiding... and the silence was too deafening... and... Ok, well, she was curious...

Maybe its not as bad as I think. I mean, I have to face him sooner or later... she thought. I can't let Kurama take the blame for this, which he will. He's too gentlemanly for his own good. A hot blush abrubtly traveled down her neck. Not too gentlemanly, though...

She looked up quickly to banish the images from last night. Oh good... they were staring at each other... now... if I can just move quietly into the bush and get away... and get some clothes... Hey! Just where are my clothes?!

She peered around only to find one item a couple feet away and another even further. She trembled at the memory of how they'd gotten thrown all over and immediately set her mind to other things. She crawled back, sliding further away from the two men and hoping they didn't notice when she scampered behind a tree and quickly pulled on Kurama's discarded shirt.

Once relatively decent she crept back out and walked down to gather her clothes. The sooner she was dressed, the sooner she got home, the sooner she could think this mess through without worrying about being stared at. She sighed, picking up her last item of clothing. She glanced back noticing the voices had stopped. Both were staring at her then.

"What?" she snapped embarassed.

She tried to ignore the heavy feeling of their gazes on her as she retook her hiding place and hurriedly pulled on her clothnot not even worried about the sand still in them. She waited there a few agonizing minutes not wanting to face them, but she couldn't hide forever. She stepped out and approached where they stood.

"Well... I suppose I ought to get you two home. Unless you'd like to stay here a bit longer?" Koenma grinned and Keiko held back the urge to smack him.

"Home, now, please."

Koenma's grin faded and he shrugged, crossing his arms. "Very well then."

In no time at all, Koenma had opened a portal and they had all hopped in. When they arrived on the other side, Keiko was relieved to see her street. Sighing in relief, she barely noticed when Koenma hopped back into a portal, leaving her and Kurama alone on the sidewalk. Kurama cleared his throat to draw her attention.

She turned slightly, a bit shy now that they were back on familiar territory. She noticed with a blush that Kurama was smiling his ever polite smile at her, as if nothing intimate had occured between them the night before.

"About last night..." Keiko began only to have Kurama cut her off.

"There's no need to say anything, I think. I should walk you home, your parents must be worried about you by now." He smiled politely.

Inwardly, Keiko winced in disappointment. She wanted to know what Kurama was thinking in regards to her right then. She had felt it last night. Things between them had changed...she just wasn't sure if it had been for good or bad. "O-okay." she stammered, not knowing what else to say.

Uneasy silence was their only companion the whole way to Keiko's house. Each lost in thoughts that, unknowingly, coincided with one another's. Kurama was thinking there was no possiblility that Keiko would consider him as he considered her without being influenced somehow. While Keiko ght ght that she didn't stand a chance in hades with a man like Kurama. They paused awkwardly on her doorstep when they reached a few minutes later. Keiko turned to face him awkwardly but looked away afraid she would blush.

"Thanks for walking me home."

"It's no problem."

Silence fell between them and Kurama stepped back.

"Well... I suppose I ought to go."

Keiko felt torn. Her heart wanted to cry out for him to stay, but her mind was thoroughly set in the tht tht that it wouldn't work, so in the end, she simply nodded. Equally uneasy, Kurama turned and forced himself to walk away. She wouldn't want to remember, he told himself. He didn't want to embarrass her or for her to be uncomfortable. He just... wouldn't mention it. He couldn't.

Hanging his head, Kurama slowly headed home.

~*~ End ~*~


Buffybot76: I hope that everyone enjoyed this fic and wasn't turned off from it just because of the pairing. I know that it is a rare, bu, but I simply love alternate pairinnd jnd just couldn't resist! If anyone is at all interested, I am going to be posting up a sort of conclusion ficcie where Kurama and Keiko officially get together as a couple... sort of a happy ending of sorts. Anyway, please review and let us know if you liked the fic or not. Please be gentle and not flame just because of the pairings though, okay? Thanks!!