Hinote Kyou Mizu
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Adult ++
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Book 7 - Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Amaya ran out of the temple grounds, bounding up into the trees, bound and determined to run home to Tokyo. As she headed east, she felt a familiar spark of energy she had not been around in six months. She smiled maliciously, hiding in the shadows, concealing her energy and toning it down as to be barely noticed. She hoped that her ‘hunter’ would think her a bird or some other creature.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, Hiei.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiei ran through the trees, heading through the forest to the temple that he had tracked her messenger to. He had not actively searched for his wife the past six months she had been gone, but now needed to. Their daughter had sent him, asking this one favor of him as her son, his grandson would be born soon at the hospital where Keiko was dying.
“Damn it Amaya where are you?”
He stopped near the temple gate closing his two main eyes and opening the Jagan, trying to get a sense of where his mate could be. As he concentrated, he barely felt the water trickling down onto his shoulder, leaking its way down to his hand. He opened his eyes as he smelled the rain that had not been forecast, roll in and start to pour, lightly, relieving the area of the oppressive August heat. Hiei recognized the fact it was raining and not much else as he searched the area, finding nothing more than a few birds and small mammals scuttling about. He picked up a faint demon energy from within the temple grounds and started to jump to the next tree but felt his foot and ankle become caught in a vine. Confused her looked down and saw a tendril of water, no thicker than a shoestring, wrapping up his leg. He pulled away, reaching for his sword, and finding none there. A thicker trail of water had it in its grasp, suspended a few feet above him, wrapped tightly within his tendrils. He lunged to grab it and felt his feet fall from under him as the tendril around his leg pulled him up, dangling him over the ground like a child’s piñata.
“What the hell is going on?” He choked out the statement as he felt the vine holding him up tighten and three others flashed down and grabbed his other leg and both wrists, flipping him to be upright, holding him firmly despite the amount of struggling he did. He grasped the two strands holding his wrists, feeling them and testing their strength. When he found he could not break them he looked around, trying to shake off the bonds, determined to loosen himself.
“How does it feel to be restrained, Jaganshi Hiei?”
Hiei looked up at the direction of the voice, unable to tell exactly where it came from. He turned to his right, feeling the presence of demon energy being uncovered, the energy appearing like a veil being lifted from the body. He still couldn’t clearly see who stood near him as the rain continued to fall, no longer a summer shower but a full on thunderstorm, the wind whipping around him as he tried to make out what was around him.
“What do you want?” Hiei turned his head away from the violent wind and water, the drops and gusts slapping at his face and body. He turned his head to break the pain inflicted on his left side when his sword flew toward him, flung at his midsection by the water that had held it.
“Dragon of the Darkness…FLAME!”
Hiei looked around as the dragon never awakened. The sword swung toward him, the speed at which it flew hard for even Hiei’s eyes to catch. He tried to use the Jagan to control the sword’s wielder but found a barrier thrown up around him, shielding him from using his mental energy.
His life quickly flashed before his eyes; falling from the Koorime island, stealing the treasures of the Spirit World, the fights with Mukuro, meeting Amaya, their lives together, Hinote. The thought of his daughter and the fact she was at this moment giving birth reminded him of the day Maya gave birth to Hinote, her smiling face as she held their only child in her arms. He would never forget that look on her face, the image forever burned into his memory, the last image he would ever see as the sword continued its path toward his heart. He spoke her name as he accepted his death, silently knowing she would take care of their family, with or without him.
“Amaya”
The pain was quick and sharp as the tip pierced the skin and stopped, never finishing its flight through Hiei’s body. He opened all of his eyes and scowled at what he saw.
“Damn it Maya.”
He demon before him smiled, suspended on a branch above him, hanging down to look at him, hand on the hilt of his sword and holding her own, the very one he had given her long ago.
She pulled the sword away from him, watching the blood trickle down his chest where it had cut his shirt, the blue fabric stained purple. She jumped down and stood before him, balancing on vines made of water. She touched her finger to his wound, watching it close but pulling the last few drops of blood away to smear it on her lips.
“Revenge as well as your blood can be sweet, eh Jaganshi?”
She leaned forward and kissed him, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him close, feeling the reaction in his body, even as he was suspended midair.
“Maya…”
He spoke through the kiss, leaning farther into it, almost toppling himself over as the water around his limbs loosened. He luxuriated in the feel of his mate, the feel of her lips, her hands pressed into his skin, the need, the want. He had missed her, the bulge in his pants no denial of that. He wanted her, despite or maybe because of the power flowing off of her in waves, ebbing and flowing around them, keeping him warm and making him feel safe, as if in his mother’s womb.
Womb, baby…
“Hinote.”
Amaya stared at him oddly as he pulled away, his eyes wild with worry that she had only seen in them once.
“What’s wrong with Hinote?”
“She was with Ryu, visiting Yusuke’s woman. She went into labor. She sent me to find you. She knew you would not want to miss your grandson be born.”
“Where is she?”
He sent her a mental image in her mind and she bounded off, her husband only seconds behind her as the storm around them ended, the sky still grey, but rays of moonlight breaking through the darkness, guiding their path through the city.
Amaya ran out of the temple grounds, bounding up into the trees, bound and determined to run home to Tokyo. As she headed east, she felt a familiar spark of energy she had not been around in six months. She smiled maliciously, hiding in the shadows, concealing her energy and toning it down as to be barely noticed. She hoped that her ‘hunter’ would think her a bird or some other creature.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are, Hiei.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Hiei ran through the trees, heading through the forest to the temple that he had tracked her messenger to. He had not actively searched for his wife the past six months she had been gone, but now needed to. Their daughter had sent him, asking this one favor of him as her son, his grandson would be born soon at the hospital where Keiko was dying.
“Damn it Amaya where are you?”
He stopped near the temple gate closing his two main eyes and opening the Jagan, trying to get a sense of where his mate could be. As he concentrated, he barely felt the water trickling down onto his shoulder, leaking its way down to his hand. He opened his eyes as he smelled the rain that had not been forecast, roll in and start to pour, lightly, relieving the area of the oppressive August heat. Hiei recognized the fact it was raining and not much else as he searched the area, finding nothing more than a few birds and small mammals scuttling about. He picked up a faint demon energy from within the temple grounds and started to jump to the next tree but felt his foot and ankle become caught in a vine. Confused her looked down and saw a tendril of water, no thicker than a shoestring, wrapping up his leg. He pulled away, reaching for his sword, and finding none there. A thicker trail of water had it in its grasp, suspended a few feet above him, wrapped tightly within his tendrils. He lunged to grab it and felt his feet fall from under him as the tendril around his leg pulled him up, dangling him over the ground like a child’s piñata.
“What the hell is going on?” He choked out the statement as he felt the vine holding him up tighten and three others flashed down and grabbed his other leg and both wrists, flipping him to be upright, holding him firmly despite the amount of struggling he did. He grasped the two strands holding his wrists, feeling them and testing their strength. When he found he could not break them he looked around, trying to shake off the bonds, determined to loosen himself.
“How does it feel to be restrained, Jaganshi Hiei?”
Hiei looked up at the direction of the voice, unable to tell exactly where it came from. He turned to his right, feeling the presence of demon energy being uncovered, the energy appearing like a veil being lifted from the body. He still couldn’t clearly see who stood near him as the rain continued to fall, no longer a summer shower but a full on thunderstorm, the wind whipping around him as he tried to make out what was around him.
“What do you want?” Hiei turned his head away from the violent wind and water, the drops and gusts slapping at his face and body. He turned his head to break the pain inflicted on his left side when his sword flew toward him, flung at his midsection by the water that had held it.
“Dragon of the Darkness…FLAME!”
Hiei looked around as the dragon never awakened. The sword swung toward him, the speed at which it flew hard for even Hiei’s eyes to catch. He tried to use the Jagan to control the sword’s wielder but found a barrier thrown up around him, shielding him from using his mental energy.
His life quickly flashed before his eyes; falling from the Koorime island, stealing the treasures of the Spirit World, the fights with Mukuro, meeting Amaya, their lives together, Hinote. The thought of his daughter and the fact she was at this moment giving birth reminded him of the day Maya gave birth to Hinote, her smiling face as she held their only child in her arms. He would never forget that look on her face, the image forever burned into his memory, the last image he would ever see as the sword continued its path toward his heart. He spoke her name as he accepted his death, silently knowing she would take care of their family, with or without him.
“Amaya”
The pain was quick and sharp as the tip pierced the skin and stopped, never finishing its flight through Hiei’s body. He opened all of his eyes and scowled at what he saw.
“Damn it Maya.”
He demon before him smiled, suspended on a branch above him, hanging down to look at him, hand on the hilt of his sword and holding her own, the very one he had given her long ago.
She pulled the sword away from him, watching the blood trickle down his chest where it had cut his shirt, the blue fabric stained purple. She jumped down and stood before him, balancing on vines made of water. She touched her finger to his wound, watching it close but pulling the last few drops of blood away to smear it on her lips.
“Revenge as well as your blood can be sweet, eh Jaganshi?”
She leaned forward and kissed him, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him close, feeling the reaction in his body, even as he was suspended midair.
“Maya…”
He spoke through the kiss, leaning farther into it, almost toppling himself over as the water around his limbs loosened. He luxuriated in the feel of his mate, the feel of her lips, her hands pressed into his skin, the need, the want. He had missed her, the bulge in his pants no denial of that. He wanted her, despite or maybe because of the power flowing off of her in waves, ebbing and flowing around them, keeping him warm and making him feel safe, as if in his mother’s womb.
Womb, baby…
“Hinote.”
Amaya stared at him oddly as he pulled away, his eyes wild with worry that she had only seen in them once.
“What’s wrong with Hinote?”
“She was with Ryu, visiting Yusuke’s woman. She went into labor. She sent me to find you. She knew you would not want to miss your grandson be born.”
“Where is she?”
He sent her a mental image in her mind and she bounded off, her husband only seconds behind her as the storm around them ended, the sky still grey, but rays of moonlight breaking through the darkness, guiding their path through the city.