Brides

Hi everyone and happy holidays. This chapter's kind of short. I try for 12 pages each, but I ran out of edited one (elbows Kuroi, *cough, cough*).
Once again thanks to Kuroi for beting (cough, cough), things read so much better when you're not thinking she wrote "Plaqued" instead of "plagued". Oh, how I am "plaqued" with feelings of inadquicy (sp?). Thus is the life of a ditz, dislexic, diabetic, dirty blond.
Anyway enjoy, after this chapter we get some lime and at the end, lots and lots of lemon. So all those looking for PWP, your patients is Appreciated.

ja ne
b-chan AKA Saiaynb


Kurama frowned as she stood in front of a full-length mirror. She was decked out in perhaps the flashiest dress she’d ever seen.

"Do I really have to wear this?" she asked, turning around to face the ferry girl behind her.

"You look drop dead gorgeous," smiled the girl.

Kurama sighed, running a hand through her hair. "This is not how I pictured myself on my wedding day. I can barely breath in this thing, let alone move," said Kurama, tugging at the waistline of the dress. "If I eat anything, I’ll bust out of it."

"Ah, but it’s worth it if you look this beautiful," said the ferry girl, going over to smooth down the dress.

Kurama sighed yet again. "Maybe I should have said no," she grumbled. The room was cut by a high pitch scream ringing through the air.

"What in the three worlds?" said the ferry girl, moving towards the door and sticking her head out; Kurama right behind her.

They watched as a short, spiky-haired girl raced around the corner and took off down the hall, dressed in nothing but a corset-like bra and some bikini underwear.

"Hiei?" asked Kurama in confusion, watching as several ferry girls came racing down the hall.

"Did you see which way Lady Hiei went?" asked one, stopping in front of Kurama.

Kurama wordlessly pointed in the direction Hiei had gone. "What did you do to her?"

"We were just trying to wax her legs," said one girl.

"Wax… Hiei’s legs…" said Kurama. The redhead’s mouth twisted, the color draining out of her face as she looked at the ferry girl that had been tailoring her dress.

"I was going to do that to you after I fitted your dress," smiled the girl.

Kurama stepped out the room, hiked up the long skirt, and took off running. "Hiei, wait for me!"

"After them!" shouted the group of ferry girls.

Many Onis and ferry girls watched in confusion as a short, spiky-haired girl dressed only in her undergarments, a tall redhead in a wedding dress, and a horde of ferry girls ran by.

Hiei and Kurama soon found themselves cornered by the group of girls.

"Lady Hiei, Lady Kurama," protested one girl. "Please don’t make such a fuse. We still need to fit you in your dress, Hiei-san."

Hiei growled, baring her teeth as she itched along the wall. "You’re not getting me in no stupid dress, and you’re sure as hell not pouring hot wax on my legs to rip out my hair!"

"Oh, it’s not as bad as you think," said one girl, waving a hand at Hiei and moving closer. "It doesn’t hurt nearly as much as bikini wax."

Hiei raised an eyebrow at the girl and turned to look at Kurama who was trapped beside her. "Kurama, what’s a bikini wax?"

"Trust me, Hiei, you don’t want to know," said Kurama, eyes darting around for an escape rout.

The girls circled around for the kill and were soon dragging the two back towards their fitting rooms. Hiei was cursing her head off and Kurama was still looking for an escape rout.

"Sorry, Hiei, survival of the fittest!" said Kurama, disappearing in a puff of white smoke. A six-tailed silver fox darted between the girls’ legs and down the hall.

"Why, you-!" growled Hiei, shaking a fist at the disappearing silver fox as ferry girls moved to follow in pursuit.

"Lady Hiei, please, we’ve still got lots to do," said one ferry girl.

Hiei took one look at her, then tried to bolt; unfortunately, three ferry girls had a hold of her and she didn’t get very far.

Once again, onis and ferry girls watched in confusion as a group of ferry girls dragged a kicking and scream girl dressed only in her underwear past them.

Kurama turned the corner and ran on soft pawed feet over to a closed door. She pawed at the door until it pushed in. Not wasting any time, she darted into the room and hid behind the door as the group of ferry girls ran by. The fox sighed and turned around to see Yuusuke, of all people, sitting on the bed with her arms crossed: ferry girls were backed into corners, looking terrified at the pissed raven-haired woman.

Silently, Kurama returned to her human form. "Yuusuke?" she asked.

"I’m going to kill Koenma," said Yuusuke, a very serious look on her face.

Kurama glanced around to see a set up much like her fitting room had been: mirrors, sewing equipment, and fancy white gown on a headless mannequin.

"Did he really think I’d wear that thing to satisfy his twisted imagination?" asked Yuusuke, aura blazing around her in an eerie miasma of power, giving the raven-haired woman a demonic look. The ferry girls in the corner cowered back further; hugging each other and whimpering in fright.

The raven-haired woman held up a hand, every joint in her hand cracked as she slowly made a fist and held it up before her. "I’ll make him eat that dress! High-heel shoes and all!" Yuusuke lowered her head and began to laugh deeply in her throat. Kurama was starting to wonder if Yuusuke had lost her sanity as her team leader threw back her head and laughed loudly.

"Kurama!" shouted Yuusuke, jumping up to her feet and making the ferry girls 'eep' with fear. "Come on, I’m going to give Koenma a piece of my mind and my fist as desert."

Laughing nervously, Kurama followed Yuusuke as she marched down the hall. Both stopped as a short figure ran past them in a white under-kimono.

"Leave! Me! Alone!" shouted Hiei, ferry girls hot on her heals with various objects in their hands.

Yuusuke and Kurama blinked their eyes at the scene as Hiei and the group disappeared around the corner. A second later, they ran back to the hall across from the one they’d run down, only this time Hiei had on a second kimono: this one ice blue. They blinked again as they ran by a third time, only this time, Hiei had on yet another kimono and was chasing the ferry girls with her katana, swing wildly at them as they screeched and dove out of the way. They ran by yet again; the ferry girls had somehow managed to get the whole outfit on the pissed ex-demon and had switched back to them being the chasers.

"Hiei?" asked Yuusuke as the Koorime tripped on the extremely long, white kimono and went skidding down a hall. He glanced at Kurama, who shrugged her shoulders. They walked around the corner to see the ex-fire demon in a tangled heap on the ground, ferry girls swarming around, trying to make adjustments and finishing touches to the attire.

Yuusuke marched over to her downed teammate and shooed the girls away, grabbing Hiei and lifting her to set her down on her own two feet.

"Wow, Hiei, you look dressed to kill," said Yuusuke with a grin.

"Kill? Kill?! I’m the one that’s going to get killed! I can’t move in this thing at all!" shouted the ex-demon, waving a hand covered in a long sleeve at Yuusuke. As if to prove her point, Hiei took a step towards Yuusuke and promptly fell right on her face as she once again got tangled up in the trailing robes.

"Hiei?" said Yuusuke, kneeling down next to her when she didn’t move.

"This is so embarrassing," muttered the ex-demon into the floor; still not moving.

"Well, at least you look good enough to kill," grinned Kurama.

Hiei lifted her head and glared at her. "You’re dead," she said, jumping up to her feet and patting herself down. "Where the hell did it go?!" she shouted, picking up the ends of the robes and jumping up and down.

"What go?" asked Yuusuke in confusion, watched the silly scene.

"My katana! I stuck it in here somewhere!" said the Koorime, grabbing the front of her top and pulling it out, looking down the many layers or silk and fine threads.

"You can’t find it?" asked Yuusuke, watching as the ex-demon patted herself down again.

"No! Damn it! I’ve changed my mind! I’m not going to marry anyone if I have to wear this death trap!" shouted the demon in rage. "You can send me straight to hell for all I care! I’m not doing it!" Hiei then took hold of the fine embroidered obi around her waist and ripped it to pieces, making the ferry girls cry out in protest as layer after layer of kimonos went flying off the ex-demon’s frame to land in a heap on the dirty floor. When the Koorime was down to only a short, lacy under slip, she stopped and crossed her arms, glaring death at the ferry girls and the layers of kimonos.

"Well, I guess we all agree that we don’t want to wear these things," said Kurama, pulling on her long gown with disgust. She then ripped the long shirt off, revealing lacy white underwear and thigh-high stockings; it was an erotic sight to say the least. The other two nodded their heads in agreement and crossed their arms.

"Right then," said Yuusuke. "I think it’s time we had a little talk with Koenma."



"What do you mean we have to!" shouted Yuusuke at Koenma, who was hiding behind his chair.

"It’s traditional for the bride to wear a white gown in the Reikai," said Koenma, peeking out from behind his chair as the three gave him the female death look. Koenma shivered violently and went back to hiding behind the chair.

"We don’t care about your stupid traditions!" shouted Yuusuke. She growled, not liking having to yell at a chair, and batted it away to reveal a cowering Koenma. Yuusuke leaned over the desk and pulled the god in teen form up by the front of his shirt.

"There’s nothing I can do about it!" protested Koenma. "I’m just now reading over the rules of a Reikai wedding. If you want to change anything, I have no power to do so; only my father does!" said Koenma, clawing at the hand holding him up.

The three exchanged silent looks and nodded.





"Enma!" shouted Yuusuke, kicking in the twin giant doors leading to Enma’s office. She walked in, dragging a protesting Koenma; Kurama and Hiei behind her.

The King of the Dead raised an eyebrow as his soon-to-be son- er, daughter- er, whatever- in-laws walked in, dragging his son as if he were a Reikai criminal behind them. Two of them were also parading around in the remains of what looked like their wedding get-ups, lots of shapely fresh visible for all to see. 'Wow… my son's a lucky bastard,' thought Enma, admiring the few.

The one decently dressed tantei tossed his son to roll in front of him and stood with hands on hips, glaring up at him. "We need to talk."

Enma would have normally roared with rage at her lack of respect to him, but for some reason, this fiery being before him only made him more fascinated with their every meeting. Yes, there was something about her that got your attention, demanded you hear her out even when she came ramping in without permission. Yes, he would do much now to make sure those three married his son. He’d been worried that Koenma wouldn’t make a good heir, but with those three by his side, he would have no worries with the Makai, not to mention there would be three beautiful, intelligent, and powerful beings to advise his son and make sure he didn’t mess everything up. He might even be able to die in peace knowing they were there to help run things. He turned his attention back to the raven-haired woman, and couldn’t help but grin at her fondly. 'Koenma, I envy you; I would give much to be young again and in your shoes; I can see now why you had to have these three even to the point you’d go against me to do so.' "What can I do for you ladies?" he asked in a civil, amused voice.

"We refuse to wear those ridiculous get-ups, I don’t care what you say, I’m not going to be seen by anyone in a dress!" said Yuusuke, crossing his arms and glaring at the King of the Dead.

Ah, there was that wonderful pride they had again: such a valued trait in them. He could see how three ex-men would take having to dress in drag on their wedding day badly. Once again, he flipped through the pages of his large book containing unbreakable rules. "There are certain rules that not even I can change, you will have to follow them."

"And who’s going to make us?" growled Yuusuke, aura blazing lightly around her.

Enma smiled down at her again. "There is a list of things the bride or in this case brides must do and perform before, during, and after the marriage ceremony. One is that the groom must wear black and the brides white, that is a written rule," said Enma, tapping the writing in the book.

"White?" said Kurama, looking up at him. "It says white, right? Not a white dress?"

Enma looked again. "Correct, it says white."

Kurama grinned at Yuusuke. "Problem solved."

"I hate white," said Hiei, crossing her arms. "What other rules are there?"

"Nothing too bad," said Koenma.

"I want to know," said Hiei.

"You’ll go to a an ancient holy shrine to purify your bodies a week before, and will be unable to see Koenma at all until the day the ceremony begins. During the ceremony, I will surrender my position to Koenma and remove the mark on his forehead proclaiming him the new King of the Dead. You will swear loyalty to him and an oath of devotion that you shall do everything in your power to protect the Reikai King and the Reikai from harm. You shall then be marked as well and declared his life partners. Shinigami shall be marked the new Koenma and the other eight children you produced will be marked bloodline to the House of the Dead. After that it will be Koenma’s duty to finalize the marriage in the same matter most marriages are conducted."

"You mean the honeymoon part," said Kurama.

"Basically," said Enma.

"You’re giving up your title," said Hiei.

"Yes, I’ve lived long enough," said Enma. "I feel at peace knowing you three will swear yourselves to the Reikai and my son, I have nothing to fear then."

"But father do you really have to-"

Enma waved him off. "Yes, die; there can be only one Enma and you will soon be he. I am proud of this: I want it. In death, I shall finally be able to see my own life partner once again: your mother; she has been waiting for me a long time and I am in need of a vacation- a long one."

Koenma bit his lip, obviously upset with the idea that in becoming Enma, he would have signed his own father’s death warrant. Although... he’d never seen the giant of a man so happy before. "Very well, Father, if that is your wish," said Koenma, bowing his head at the large deity.

"It is," said Enma, snapping his fingers. At the sound, in walked three finely dressed ferry girls. "Magami, escort these three to be refitted with white tuxedos. After that, they are to be sent to the Mashimizu Shrine for purification. Koenma, you stay, I need to talk to you alone."

"Hai," said the three ferry girls, moving to shoo the three out of the room. Yuusuke and the others still had some questions to ask, but the ferry girls ignored them; one even forcefully dragged Yuusuke out, unconcerned with her angry protests. After all, they knew not the meaning of fear; being the Lord of the Dead’s private assistants. What could you possible fear when you look death itself in the face every day?

A long pause of silence filled the air as father and son were now alone.

"Father, please, can’t we delay this a few hundred years, then you-"

"Koenma," said Enma, voice leaving no argument; he’d made up his mind already.

Koenma bowed his head. Despite the fact his father was swift to punish and not always around when he needed him, Koenma did love him. "I’ll miss you," said the young god softly.

Enma smiled down at his son. "Death is not something to fear, Koenma; you of all people should know this."

Koenma frowned, no, death was not to be feared, but as the prince of death, it didn’t seem like anything to look forward to either. The thought of death was down right unappealing to someone that spent most of his life there. Who’d want to die and still have to go to work the next day?

Enma sighed. "Koenma, I’ve actually been looking forward to his day," said Enma.

Koenma’s head snapped up. "What… you’ve been looking forward to dying?" said Koenma in shock.

Enma nodded, still smiling. "You don’t know it yet, Koenma, but you will, when you take over my position, know just what you have to look forward to."

"I don’t understand," said Koenma.

"When a god dies, he goes to a land that can only be described as perfection: pure, unspoiled perfection. A true Garden of Eden, untouched by outside forces, and created by the one, true god as a reward to his children who have served him well. As Enma, the Lord of the Dead, we have been following his every word since the beginning of our existence, maintain the delicate balance between the three worlds as is his wish, and our reward for this is forever-after existing in his untouched land." Enma closed his eyes, a look of mixed longing and sadness crossed his face. "When you become Enma, you are shown a glimpse of his land… I could never forget the intense desire I had when I saw it, nor can I forget how empty inside I felt when I couldn’t go there right away; had to remain in the world of the living until it was my time; it was torture. I wanted to go there more then I wanted to live. Its effects were that strong on me, but I did live, for I had a sworn responsibility to maintain the balance of the three worlds, and I did so in the hope that I would one day be worthy enough of admittance to his land. Spending my whole lifetime maintaining the Reikai seemed a small price to pay in order to spend the rest of eternity in pure bliss."

Koenma looked in wonder at his father; this land seemed like a heaven inside of a heaven, too good to be true. He wanted to see it, to see what had so driven his father and kept him so devoted to the endless task of life and death for countless years; but… Koenma lost a good amount of his excitement. "How long," he asked. "How long do I have with them: Yuusuke, Hiei, Kurama? I’ll out live them, won’t I? And when it’s over, I won’t be with them because they are not immortal like myself."

"No, they are not immortal like you; they will someday die and leave you, but not for a while Koenma. One of the hardest things about being Enma is you will know the exact date and time they will die. You will know the dates of your friends’ deaths, even your children's; all but Shinigami may die before you."

Koenma looked mortified. "But-"

Enma waved a hand to silence him. "It’s not as bad as you think, you will see them again. For what is eternal bliss if you have no one to share it with? It would be eternal longing and loneliness and that is not a reward."

"But they’re mortal. They might very well be reincarnated a million times over before I die, and even when I do, they cannot come with me to this land." Koenma shivered at the thought, this reward was starting to sound more like a curse, existing throughout the rest of eternity alone?! Without his three bishounen! His sons and daughters! With no one but his long dead ancestors he’d never meet and forgotten gods to keep him company. Gasp! Spending the rest of eternity without sex! That wasn’t heaven; that was hell! He was getting ready to throw a temper tantrum when Enma’s booming voice spoke again.

"Yes, they have mortal bodies, dear Koenma. But after the ceremony, they shall have immortal souls like you and I."

"Immortal souls?" asked Koenma, looking up at his tall father.

The King of the Dead nodded. "Mortal souls will eventually forget who they are if they exist outside of a mortal shell for too long. Immortal souls never forget who they were and have been. In fact they all will eventually remember their other lives, after death. An immortal soul has had his lives permanently imprinted on it, they cannot forget nor become someone new; they are fixed to remain themselves for the rest of eternity. For being the chosen of the one true god’s, they too shall dwell in his land, to wait and please the one they’ve sworn themselves to for eternity. Basically, after I mark them, Koenma, they are yours, literally forever."

"To wait and please the one they’ve sworn themselves to…" said Koenma softly. A very naughty picture of Kurama, Yuusuke, and Hiei dressed in sheer, almost transparent materials, lounging on stuffed pillows by a crystal-clear pool and lush green plants popped into his head. The three laughed softly at him and beckoned to him with teasing looks. ‘We're waiting to please you, Koenma-sama,’ all three mouthed, curling they their fingers at him in a 'come hither' jester.

"Koenma, Koenma!" shouted a booming voice.

"Huh?" said Koenma, looking up at his annoyed father.

"Did you hear a word I said?! And what was with that stupid grin plastered all over your face a moment ago?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow at his son.

Koenma laughed nervously. "Just thinking how great it’d be to spend the rest of eternity in paradise with my three boyfriends to keep me er… company…" Koenma continued to laugh nervously.

Enma seemed confused, then realization donned on him and he smirked down at his son. "Since we're on that topic, have you finished reading your responsibilities for the ceremony?" asked Enma.

"Eh…" Koenma paled. "Well… you see I was reading it when Yuusuke and the others barged in…. I was almost done with it really…" said Koenma breaking out in a cold sweat. Was his father mad at him for not getting his work done on time again?! 'It’s not my fault,' he mentally pleaded with his father.

Enma only chuckled in amusement. "So you don’t know what your final duty is, then?" he asked.

Koenma gulped and shook his head.

Enma smirked wider at his son. "Do you think you’ll be able to handle ‘three’ wives after the official ceremony, Koenma?"

Koenma sighed. "Oh, that’s what you’re talking about. Yeah, I can handle all three of them, it’s not like I’m a virgin." Koenma slapped his hands over his mouth. Uh oh… was he supposed to be?! Were Yuusuke, Hiei, and Kurama suppose to be?! Had he fucked up in letting that slip?! Of course, his father already knew that, didn’t he? After all, how else had Hiei produced a litter of nine!

"Well, it’s good that you’ve had some experience; I hope you’ve got stamina, because you’re going to need it, with three women to please."

"Women…." Koenma gasped loudly. "Father… you’re going to change them back right…? After the ceremony… you’ll turn them back into guys, right? That’s what you promised them, right?" stammered Koenma.

"Yes, I’m turning them back after the ceremony is complete," said Enma, smile still spread wide on his face.

Koenma sighed loudly. For a moment there, he’d thought his father wasn’t going to turn them back right away, and while he’d love to try out all three with their new build, he didn’t think they’d consent to it. After all, Yuusuke hated being submissive and if Koenma asked for Yuusuke to relax and let him do his thing, the raven haired teen was more likely to punch his lights out than say ‘okay’. He’d learned a while back that Yuusuke did not take being dominated well; it went against his character. Kurama, on the other hand, would probably be all for it; the fox was more inventive in their lovemaking and would probably jump at the chance to experience it from female’s perceptive. Hiei… Hiei would probably claw his eyes out. It always took some convincing to get Hiei flat on his back; of course, all three of them preferred him that way. Hiei was just the best "uke": tight, hot body that felt just too good to be in. The Koorime boy always protested the position in the beginning with cursing, biting, and sometimes using his fists. He was always screaming that he wasn’t a fucking woman, or a woman to be fucked. Now that Hiei was a woman, she’d be damn near impossible to bed; her manhood being online if she let herself enjoy being bedded as a woman. She would be unable to protest the position again because by consenting in that form went against all her earlier protests.

"Of course," said Enma, regaining his son’s attention. "You’re not legally married until after you’ve consummated your relationship."

"What?" said Koenma.

"The book states that the groom shall show himself as worthy of his mate, or in this case, mates, by not allowing himself to reach his own pleasure until after his partner has found hers. So, basically, you can’t cum until after you’ve sated your current partner; then you have to move on and do the same for the others." He smiled wickedly at his son.

Koenma turned as white as a sheet. "But-but-! I can’t do that! There are three of them! And I’m the only one equipped to do the deed! They're not the types to quite after one round! On, god! One of them is a Youko for crying out loud! I’ll drop dead before I can satisfy all three of them!"

"Why do you think you’re given a week long separation? You better save up your energy, because you’re going to need it."

Koenma opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out; instead, his eyes rolled up in his head and he fell backwards onto the floor, out cold.

Enma stared down at his son and sweat dropped.

TBC