One Thousand Years Later

Author’s Note: Thanks to my first reviewer Nina. I hope to update often and thank you
for the complement.

It seems I have gotten one of my friends a bit tense due to some spoilers I gave her. I’m
apparently related to Youko now. Let’s all cheer!

In the next chapter the plot will emerge more. Thank goodness. But since this is a lemon I
figured I’d put more information about the characters and the past in. I am fully aware that
made no sense. at least not when lemons normally leave out the past and get right to the
fuck.


Chapter two: Bath Time For The Little Storm.

Kurama looked at the little girl that led them to the room. “Go.” The child ran out,
shutting the shoji style door as she went. Youko turned to look at Arashi. The girl stood
there. Caked in enough dirt that her skin was almost black in some areas. Her hair looked
as though it hadn’t been washed in several years. At that time Youko began questioning
his sanity. ‘I’ll be lucky if I ever get her clean.’ He thought as he stared at her.

The Kitsune Hanyou muttered something. Youko raised an eyebrow. “What was that?” “I
said, take a picture. It will last longer.” Youko laughed. “That phrase is rarely used in this
day and age. Cameras aren’t even made anymore.” Arashi shrugged. “Excuse me for being
well versed in useless phrases.” Youko pulled her closer with the leash. “That’s not all
you’re versed in, is it?” Arashi looked at him and glared. He only smirked. “You weren’t
originally a pleasure slave, were you?” Arashi crossed her arms. “No. I was originally trained to help ningen scholars find and study remnants of libraries from before the fall of
Reikai. They were un able to pay so I was made into a pleasure slave because I didn’t need
training for that job.” She sneered at the word job. Youko looked at her seriously. “So I
suppose no one even took a look at you because you were Hanyou. It makes sense. You’ll
come even more in handy than I originally suspected. Since you can read I can teach you
to be a thief.” Arashi smirked. “What makes you think I would do what you wanted and
not run away?” “Because you’d be captured by someone more cruel than myself. Most
humans and demons believe Hanyou only make good meals. I do not mean that the
Hanyou cook them.” Arashi yelped loudly. “You see my point now. I hope.” Arashi
nodded. “Fine.”

Youko grinned cruelly. “Now for your bath.” Arashi looked at him and tried to back
away. “Now, now, now. No need to try and run off.” Youko grinned even wider. “Take
my clothes off.” Arashi resisted the urge to bite his arm and run away. ‘He’d probably
like it, the bastard.’ She thought as she got closer to him and quickly removed his clothes.
When she finished she backed up and stared at him for a moment. A deep blush spread
across her face. Youko laughed at her reaction. “So you haven’t been spoiled. I thought
that you had but seeing you turn beet red proves differently.” She glared at him, her face
still red.

Youko smirked and walked into the water of the bath, forcing Arashi to follow. As soon
as she got into the water Youko jumped forward and grabbed her. She yelped loudly and
thrashed at Kurama. Only she hit water in stead. “Calm down or I’ll never get you clean.”
She heard him say from behind her. She stopped thrashing and blinked. ‘He grabbed me
from the front but now he’s behind me?’ “That’s more like it.” Youko said in a soothing
voice. Arashi was highly confused. ‘First he grabs be as though he’s going to fuck my
brains out. Now he’s speaking like I’m a normal?’ Arashi was so lost in thought that she didn’t
even notice the girl come in to give Kurama scrubbing salts. She was shaken from her
mind when she felt something rough move up and down her left arm, slowly making circle
motions. She blinked and looked at her arm. Kurama was scrubbing the dirt off with one
of the bricks of salt.


After about half an hour Kurama had gotten almost all the dirt off of Arashi’s skin but
frowned all the same. Her hair was still a mess. ‘Too bad shampoo is no longer made.
Then again, not even several bottles could help her.’ “Are we done now?” Arashi asked
crankily. “No.” Youko replied with a cross voice. “Your hair is a mess.” “And yours isn’t
oh silver haired one?” “Actually it isn’t” Kurama replied with a grin. He found Arashi’s
sarcasm interesting. “You remind me of someone. A friend I had years ago. Only you have
more intelligence than him.” Arashi rolled her eyes. “I’m flattered.” “You don’t have to
be sarcastic.” Kurama said before dunking Arashi into the water and bringing her back up.
The girl let out a disgruntled scream. “What the hell was that for!?” “I’m going to try and
wash your hair, I can at least clean it enough so that it’s not the number one producer of
oil, useless oil at that.” “You should have given me warning!” Arashi yelled. Kurama
smirked. “But that wouldn’t have been any fun.” Arashi opened her mouth to say
something but was pushed under water before she even got a sound out. Kurama pulled
her back up and grinned. She was going to get shrieky soon. He was enjoying his little
tormenting. “Now do be good.” Youko said smirking. To his surprise and disappointment
Arashi calmed down. “Just get it over with.” He raised an eyebrow and dipped her under
water again. ‘If nothing else I can do this for a few hours.’

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Sorry for the short chapter, but I just had to end it there. Maybe I should add WAFF onto
the many things this thing has listed on it? Nah. The warm and fuzzy feelings don’t show
up much in later chapters. But anyways. The next chapter will have a plot, I swear on my
honor. It may take longer to get out though because it will be a longer chapter. By the
way, this was not a lemon tease. I don’t think even Youko would want to screw
someone’s brains out in a dirty as hell tub.

Signing out,
Aoi.