The Redheaded Assassin

Author’s Note:
Yeah, yeah… I am fully aware that it’s been a while but really... it took me this long for this particular scene… heheh… WARNING: LEMON.LEMON.LEMON…. thou have been warned.

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The Redheaded Assassin
Chapter 8: Kakuro: A Kitsune’s Wrath

“Lonely soul mourning for the lost,
Tortured heart, yearning for revenge
A hundred years of sleep, now comes to an end
Kakuro(Awakening): a kitsune’s wrath…”

Thunder roars and lightning flashes. A heavy storm is on its way. The night is so dark and haunting as if keeping something… a dark secret that was about to be revealed.

In the middle of the Death Forest: a name just suitable for the forest itself was the personification of death. None, absolutely nothing alive can be found within the forest boundary. Not a single plant nor trees nor animal not even the lowest of youkai alive nor will be able to live. This mysterious phenomenon happened so suddenly nearly a hundred years ago. One night, the earth trembled and the next day, the whole Makai were greeted by a creepy looking forest that was once so lush and full of greenery.

“Strange, that’s where Mukuro and I...” was Hiei’s though once.

Now stands a figure, hair, a flowing waterfall of blood that reaches the barren land, eyes of raging emerald and gold and onyx made more intense by pure bloodlust and raw fury, lean, well-toned naked body, black fox ears over the head and the blackest and shiny fox tail on his sinfully shapely, firm buttocks.

Growl escapes the red, full lips… cries of agony, of pain, of rage… echoes within the depth of the forest until a smile find its way on that very same lips… a mysterious, mischievous and dangerous smile.

“The whole Makai will pay… the whole Makai will surely pay…”

Within split of a second, the figure was gone and the only indication that he was indeed has been there before was a single crimson hairline before the harsh, cold wind blew it away.

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“Y-you?!”
“I see, you’re finally awake. Care to join me for breakfast?”
Shocked eyes widened farther as Hiei realized the soft alto voice hadn’t changed at all. It was exactly the same… enough to stimulate every one of his senses and bring back all emotion he vowed he’d never allow himself to feel again. It was the voice he both cursed yet longed to hear again.
“K-Kurama?!”

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Now fully dress in black, hair held tightly in a high-ponytail and hidden in the shadow as he listened quietly to the two baka youkai gleefully talking about the major event about to happen. A week-long feast is being held as a celebration for the formal announcement of possible mating of the strongest woman in Makai, lady Mukuro of Alaric and her chosen heir and mate-to-be Lord Hiei, master of Jagan and wielder of the dragon of darkest flame. Rumors said that the half-metal woman was in fact carrying the next to throne. Every youkai of all level and social status are welcome to join the party, Emperor Yusuke of Tourin and next to throne of Gandarra, young lord Shura was in fact present every night.

“The sixth night, the night before the ceremony of mating. Perfect.”

Knock.knock.

“Come in”

“My lady”

“What do you want?”

“My lady, I was told by the oracle to bring this to you, a concoction…”

“Hmm…” she took the goblet half-filled of sticky red concoction and drank in one full gulp then hand the empty goblet to a rather unfamiliar yet familiar slave.
“I never knew we have a red-haired fox slave… maybe she’s new…” was the thought of the half-metal woman before sudden dizziness steal her consciousness.

The first chaos made itself known when the news of Lady Mukuro’s poisoning that cause the child inside her to be force out spread in the land. And then the tension never leave the fortress of Alaric for suddenly the strongest woman of Makai fell ill and no healer in all three worlds could cure her nor did they ever diagnose the probably cause of such illness. Lady Mukuro and Lord Hiei were never mated. That is, not counting the mysterious disappearance of the best tactician Makai lord, king Yomi… young lord Shura were just too young and Gandarra is on the verge of falling.

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“What the..?!”
Needless to say, the poor fire-koorime was more than shocked to see his long lost friend and desired mate in front of him after missing in action for almost six hundred years. Whether what’s happening were merely a dream or hallucination, he cannot quite comprehend though he was sure as hell that only Kurama has the most lustrous, silky-soft red hair he have ever known, the only one who have the most vibrant, clear green irises, have that sinfully sensuous body, that angelic beautiful face and that most intoxicating musky scent of different wild roses… he’s Kurama but he’s not… Kurama don’t have fox ears in his human form nor fox tail for that matter and never black… he’s a silver kitsune wearing white almost translucent robe not an all-black ensemble like the beauty in front of him… and Kurama’s eyes were never a mixture of green and gold and what’s that… black? And was his senses deceiving him or the mixture of wild roses and blood really filled the air?

“What the hell?!” was the most intellectual reaction Hiei was capable at the moment.

“Ne? Hiei… long time no see… Koishigaru (1)” the last word was almost a whisper, blending in the morning breeze and if not because of Hiei’s youkai ears, he won’t be able to hear it, thus he won’t be blushing.

“I-is that really you? Why? How - ” while trying to gather his thought, Hiei was aware that the object of his desire were slowly, dangerously, sensually walking towards him. The mischievous smile on that ripe, tempting lips were unmistakable, the hypnotizing sway of those hips make it impossible for him to think of anything else, the glint in those eyes sends chill down his spine straight to his groin, making him shudder and practically drool in excitement… Hiei was sure that he was in danger… the greatest, sweetest danger he’s been anticipating for nearly six hundred years.

“Shss…” a candle-shape forefinger pressed against the chapped, pale lips.
“Is that the right way to greet a long lost friend…” came the soft reply while leaning forward, closing the gap between their lips and when said lips were merely half an inch away from the trembling one, he suddenly pass those and instead huskily whisper to the hiyoukai’s ear:
“or mate…?” purposely blowing hot breath in that sensitive area before facing again the now deeply flushed hiyoukai. Unsatisfied with his teasing, the redheaded beauty proved his reputation of being the seductress; gently and slowly trace the outline of the dark one’s thin, slightly open lips wetting it with his very own soft, delicate tongue before totally leaning up. The beautiful redhead smirks upon seeing the effect of his action.

Meanwhile, Hiei were having a hard time controlling his own body - visibly shaking both from surprise and seduction cause by the sensual kitsune now sitting on his lap. The smirk playing on the other’s lips were not helping much. The scent surrounding them, the wild roses that never cease to turn him on with the mixture of blood that only stirs his predatory nature – his heart began to pound fast and loud, the urge to claim burns in every fiber of his being. Suddenly, breathing became a difficult task.

“Hiei… aren’t you going to at least say “hi” to me?” Kurama ask while touching the flush cheeks of poor Hiei with the back of his palm, then, running a finger down to the koorime-hiyoukai’s sensitive neck stopping at the slightly revealed well-toned pectoral muscles, which naturally, adds to the struggle of the hiyoukai to form a coherent thought.

The next thing Hiei knew, his left hand was in the back of the other man’s neck pulling him closer, while the other around the small waist and their tongues were engage in a dominance battle. Then the left hand began to move down, roving the body above him, softly, slowly touching as if memorizing every curve wanting to make sure that it is indeed his beloved’s body and that this is a reality and not just another dream.

Kurama, on the other hand, busied himself undoing the offending clothes of the man under him. Breaking the kiss to take off the irritating piece of garment, he looked down , catching his breath at the magnificent sight before him… awe and lust filled his eyes as he lightly touch those hard and strong arms, the perfectly muscled chest, the flat, six-packed muscled abs… licking his upper lips unconsciously before leaning down, he started to nibble the delicate neck – devouring directly the sweet spot there while moving his hips down, brushing together their hardening length which earned him a long, delightful moan, before starting down... leaving feather kisses and slightly nibbling and licking along the way until at last, reaching the already hard, chocolate colored twins buds, he greedily took the right one, grazing a little to harden more then sucking hard before lightly licking again... while a hand teased the left one, another hand starts to unbuckle the ever multiplying belts…

“Hiei… I still hate the fact that you wear too many belts…”

“And… you’re still wearing… too many… dress…” was the reply in between the pants.

Finally, after the longest minute of their life, Kurama manage to fully undress himself as well as toss away the annoying remaining garments of the other man. Grinning maniacally at the beautiful sight before leaning down again, giving the left nipples the same treatment as the right before kissing his way down the delicious flat stomach gently scraping at the skin… dipping at the navel with his long, playful tongue…

At this moment, Hiei was in the state of delirium… he was hot, inside and out as if his very soul was being set on fire. That ever so soft-seductive alto voice he missed so much was actually enough to drive him wild, now with those sinfully playful tongue, expertly teasing him… for almost six-hundred years of dreaming, of waiting… this is actually too much…

“K-Kurama… s-stop teas *pant* -ing n-now…*gasp*”

Instead of stopping, however, the redhead teaser continues his journey down, leaving hot trail of kisses until finally reaching the throbbing flesh, continuously flowing with sweet essence that uniquely Hiei. Slightly, slowly leaking the head, savoring the hiyoukai’s flavor before swallowing the whole length, while a hand caress the twin sac underneath…

A silent scream escapes Hiei’s mouth. In desperate attempt to hold on something… anything, he unconsciously clenched unto his tormentor’s hair, blurrily noting how silky-soft it was while putting another into his own mouth to muffle himself… arching his back, in silent request for more, yet controlling himself not to thrust into the hot mouth.

Kurama, aware that the hiyokai were trying to have little control over the situation, and determined to break that control and make his beloved Blackfire mad with desire… suck hard and play a little more with his tongue before releasing his toy… which earned him a growl of disapproval, then, without warning, attacked the twin sac underneath, sucking and biting slightly while his mount was replaced by his hand, pumping the forgotten flesh, to compensate for the lost.

“Ahh…” Hiei was beyond everything save the man giving him this maddening pleasure.
“N-NO! *gasp* K-kurama… not *pant* y-yet…” finally able to form a word, Hiei plead.

Knowing that his man was nearing his limit… Kurama submissively stop the pleasurable torment, climbing up and claiming the hiyoukai’s swollen lips in a deep, passionate kiss before leaning up, his hair flowed like a crimson silk as he threw his head back, fully revealing his creamy neck.

“Watch… this how much I want you…” he breathlessly whispered.

Now in his knees and never breaking eye contact, Kurama began to prepare himself, coating his first two fingers with his own saliva before pushing into his own entrance, hissing and moaning in pleasure and pain.

“Hiei…”

The koorime, fully aroused at the erotic display, finally lost the ability to think. Driven by pure lust and instinct, he dragged the redhead down, impaling him to his. Not waiting for the redhead to adjust, Hiei starts to move and the dance begin.

Prepared and yet somewhat still surprise at the action, Kurama gasp but soon were engaged in the music, he meet the move with allegro.

Caught in the rhythm of the ancient dance, soon both dancers were panting, desperate to reach the end of this madding, lust-filled dance, their body meets in crescendo… until finally as they sang each other’s name, seeing nothing but white, thinking no one but each other, they’ve reach the finale of their dance.

“Kurama…”

“Sleep a little more Hiei… you still not yet fully recovered from the poison.”

Still a little confuse and exhausted, Hiei barely feel the soft kiss on his forehead before unconsciousness claimed him.

“Heh. Time to move for the final step.” A devilish smile played upon the angelic face of the redheaded assassin.

“A shattered soul crying for justice,
An empty heart waiting to redeem
A hundred years of darkness, finally comes the light
Awakening: a kitsune’s wrath…”

“A person who does not carry scars on their heart is a shallow soul… you may be right, Hiei, but person who carries a shattered soul has no heart at all.”
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Agonizing cries of pain echoed within the walls of the hidden, underground room of Alaric coming from the pitiful half-metal woman lying almost lifelessly on the floor.

“H- Hiei?... I-is that you?” she asked between ragged breathing as she smelt the familiar scent of his beloved.

“No. Sorry to disappoint you, my lady” from the shadow appears a beautiful redhaired figure in all black.

“Y-you?! H-how? W-why?”

“Yes. Me. How did I get in? You shouldn’t be asking that… it’s not the first time anyway… and why? Why do I smell like him you mean? Ohh... do you really need to ask?”

Shock and disbelieve were written all over the once-beautiful face of the woman aside from immeasurable pain that was already there.

“I bet I don’t need to answer ne? ”

“N-no… that can’t be… h-he can’t-”

“Not he… WE. Aww, no need for such pitiful display… it did not affect me a little… besides I was just taking what was originally MINE.”

“AHHH…ugh… h-he was mine now…” even in pain, she refused to give up.

“No he’s not. Not before, not now… not EVER. Since I’ve got what I’ve been here in the first place, I’ll give you a little sympathy… I’ll put an end to your sufferings, you can freely die now… but I won’t kill you. I won’t dirty my hand for someone as low as you… you can do it yourself though…” he turned around and ready to leave.

“Ohh… by the way… from this moment on, the pain will increase tenfold… you can die merely with that but you have to wait for days, in your case maybe weeks or months… but of course I’ll be generous and give you this.” he threw a small bottle of potion.

“A strong poison, fast and effective. An immediate, swift and painless death… you choose…” with that he finally disappeared in red blur.

“AH…HAHAHAHAHA…”
An empty laughter.
“AHHHHH”
A painful cry.
“UGH.”
...
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Silence.

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Shew… finally… end of chapter 8! I really, finally, totally finished it! Wow! Lol… took me really long while ne? Please review! JYA!