Everywhere

Everywhere

A/n: Random little one shot I’m writing. It’s set AU to ‘Wouldn’t Trade It For The World.’ Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu Yu Hakusho. Otherwise, Kurama would be in my closet right now.
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Kiyomi sighed, sneaking a casual glance across the room. She couldn’t let people see her looking. The fan girls would think she was moving in on their territory, and they guys….well….they wouldn’t care. But the fan girls would. And they were scary sometimes.

She was sneaking glances at him. All the girls wanted him, and all the boys hated him. And then there was her. She was a girl, and she wanted him. Badly. In her mind, it was one of those unspoken loves. The kind one person knew existed, the other didn’t, and would always stay that way, with the one wondering what could have been if they’d just said something. Tried something. Did something to gain their attention, even if it only lead to them being friends in the end. It was the kind that always caused regrets.

She sighed again. He was the beautiful red head who had started to haunt her dreams as of late. That baffled her. She’d been careful to avoid crushes on boys, mostly for personal reasons, but also, because she was viewed as the kind of girl who couldn’t get guys. She wasn’t afraid to stand up for what she believed in, and had a slightly bitchy attitude. Not to mention her heritage. But, she didn’t talk about that in public.

Looking down, she saw that she hadn’t even started on her Chemistry work. That caused her to frown. She really needed to get this assignment done, and her she was staring at him!!! What had gotten into her lately? First the dreams, now this. At this rate, soon she’d start writing his name all over her notebook, and using his last name instead of hers. This wasn’t just bad. This was a DISASTER!

“Do you need some help, Kiyomi?” She heard a voice to her left say, causing her to jump. She recognized that voice.

“N-no, Shuiichi. I think I can do this,” She said, shaking off the startled feeling quickly. Reaching out using her Empathic abilities, she tried to read him. He was a bit bemused, and a little curious as well.

“If you say so,” He responded, giving her a polite smile that made most girls swoon. She swooned internally. “I assumed you needed some help, from the way you were staring in my direction. Daydreaming, Kiyomi?”

“Err…..a little, I suppose,” She said, fighting the urge to blush. “I seem to be doing that a lot lately.”

“Ah. I see,” He said, a very bemused expression crossing his face as he nodded. “Well, if you do find that you need help, I’ll be more than willing to.”

She nodded, unable to say anything at this point, and Shuiichi walked off, the bemused expression still on his face.

She gave a shaky laugh internally. That was…weird. He must’ve caught her staring….That had to be it.

The fan girls were going to kill her.

The day dragged on, and soon, school was over. And when it was, she was glad. It’d been a very long day since Chemistry, and she wanted nothing more than to get away before the fan girls got her. It wasn’t hard, but she didn’t know where they were lurking, and didn’t care much to find out. She just wanted to get home and hide in her room. After being pestered by her brother…..because he always did that when she got home from school.

Exiting the school building quickly, she ran out the gate, and down a block before she considered it safe to walk. Once she’d gone from a dead run to a walk, she checked to make sure that she wasn’t being followed. When she was sure that she wasn’t, she sighed, smiled, and started her trek home. Walking slowly, she the precious moments she had alone to muse over the beautiful red head.

And oh the images her mind suddenly gave her.

It was things out of one of her most personal…erm, fantasies. Things she was used to seeing…when she was alone in her bedroom, not walking down the street in broad daylight. What the hell was wrong with her today!?

Of course, with the images that were barraging her, see didn’t see the person in front of her. Walking at a decent pace at this point, she knocked into them, and toppled over, her skirt flying up as she went down.

“Ow….” She muttered, shaking her head slightly. A bemused chuckle came from above her.

“If I didn’t know you just a little better than I do, Kiyomi, I would think that you were a complete airhead,” Came a voice from above her. It was the one that had chuckled. And it was familiar.

Very familiar.

“Ohmigosh!!!! I’m so sorry, Shuiichi!!! I didn’t see you there.” This was just great. She hoped that the fan girls were no where nearby… They would kill her for an “attempting” to seduce their poor Shuiichi.

“It’s fine Kiyomi,” He replied, the bemused expression crossing his face again. “There was no harm done to me, though, I can’t say the same for you.”

She blinked, confused. “Umm…May I ask what you meant by that?”

He chuckled again. “Your palm, and possibly your dignity.”

Kiyomi looked at her palm, and sighed. It was scraped up, with a decent amount of blood pooling up, considering she had only fallen backwards onto it. Looking up, the curious expression came back to her face. “What do you mean by my dignity?”

He smiled, and held out a hand, which she took. “I can’t think of a polite way to say this, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to say it how it is.” He smiled again, apologetically this time. “I got a lovely view, though I never thought you to be the type to wear granny panties.”

Kiyomi turned bright red at that, and several curses went through her mind about the mandatory wear of the school. “Oh….um….” She stuttered out, trying to figure out what to say. “Well…I don’t exactly see a point in wearing much else…I’m not aiming to entice someone…or get them to quirk an eyebrow when the skirt comes off…” Though, there was various amounts of lingerie stuff away in one of her draws, bought at her brothers insistence.

Shuiichi nodded once. “Ah. I see. Well, in any case, I am sorry about the way I stated that. It wasn’t very proper.”

“It’s fine. I know that you’re normally polite,” She responded, momentarily forgetting who she was talking to, and licking her palm. It stung, but at least it was somewhat clean. Spit was supposed to have healing type qualities to it, after all.

Shuiichi quirked a eyebrow at that. “That….wasn’t very lady-like, Kiyomi.”

“Oops. Sorry….old bad habit of mine.” It was…but only because she was a half-demon.

He nodded in response, and quickly changed the topic. “Would you like me to walk you home? It deviates slightly off the path to my house, but my mother and step father aren’t home, so I’m in no trouble if I’m late getting home.”

She blinked once, then nodded. “Um…sure. That would be very nice.” Her mind was racing. Shuiichi was walking her home! She knew she shouldn’t be overreacting to this, because he probably did this for a lot of the girls at school…But for one brief moment, she couldn’t help but feel like…like…like they were an item.

They talked casually until they got to Kiyomi’s apartment complex. She sighed when they got there, knowing he’d have to leave as soon as they reached the door. But then, an idea crossed her mind.

“Um…would you like to come in for a few minutes, Shuiichi?” She asked, hoping her request didn’t sound odd.

To her surprise, Shuiichi nodded. “That would be fine with me,” He said, smiling lightly.

She bobbed her own head in response, black hair fanning out slightly. “Alright. I don’t know if my brothers home right now….but if he is, I promise I’ll fight him off,” She said, putting her key in the door. “He’s a bit….touchy-feely sometimes….especially with some as-“ She stopped. That had almost been bad. “Someone of your….beauty.” She said, trying to control the blush she knew was creeping into her cheeks.

He smiled lightly. “I know what you mean, Kiyomi.”

“Oh…” She looked up, the blush having successfully crept into her cheeks. “I um…I suppose I’m not as good at hiding things as I thought.”

He chuckled. “That isn’t it at all, Kiyomi. Quite the contrary, in fact. I just…have experience reading people…a lot of experience. As I know you do.”

She blinked, and turned the knob, opening the door to the small apartment she shared with her brother, who was her guardian. “You’re the hardest person to get emotions off of. And that says a lot, coming from an empath. I must be easy to read….”

“No…But you do have subtle gestures that you make…they give you away. If I didn’t know how to look for them, I would have decided a while ago that you held no interest in me.”

She blushed from the roots of her hair, to the bottom of her face, near her chin. “I…yeah…It’s true. But…I know that you couldn’t possibly have any sort of interest in someone like me…I can’t help but think that your mother would prefer you to date someone who’s purely Japanese….not a Japanese-American-Bast-……someone like me.”

Shuiichi sighed. “My mother generally likes any girl that I take any interest in. She doesn’t care about heritage, and she most certainly will never know all of your heritage, because she’s not nosy like that. She may pry into my intimate life sometime, when I’m older, but then, I know, it’s only because she’s my mother, and it’s because she’s worried about me.”

Kiyomi blushed. “Sorry….I can’t help it sometimes….I’m negative like that….And I jump to conclusions on what people think of me….” She shook her head, and sighed. “Come in. It’s a little messy, but there shouldn’t be anything dangerous on the floor….or in between the couch cushions…..”

Shuiichi chuckled. “Alright. If I find anything sharp sticking me in the rear, I will hold it against you.”

Kiyomi giggled, and at that point, her brother decided to come out of his room. “It’s about time you got home….I was worrie-“ He cut himself off, noticing her visitor. “And who might this be?” He asked, his eyes taking in all of Shuiichi, and hovering over certain spots longer than was polite.

“Ah….um….Kiyoshi, this is Shuiichi, a friend from school. Shuiichi, this is my brother, Kiyoshi,” She said, smiling tentatively at Shuiichi.

Kiyoshi stepped forward, and bowed. “Very nice to meet you, Shuiichi.”

Shuiichi bowed back. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you, Kiyoshi,” He replied, smiling lightly at the older boy, who blushed at that.

“Well….erm….I’ll leave you two alone….Just….Don’t forget about your homework tonight Kiyomi. I don’t want to have to deal with any of your pissy teachers, calling the house and yelling at me for not making sure that you did all of your work,” He said, heading back to his room, and trying, unsuccessfully, to hide the growing bulge of his groin.

Kiyomi shook her head at that. “I’m actually surprised….he behaved himself….” She muttered, still shaking her head.

“He takes good care of you, and worries about you a lot, doesn’t he?” Shuiichi asked, smiling lightly again. Kiyomi had to remind herself to breath at that.

“Yeah…he does,” She responded, clearing some blankets and clothing off the couch so they could sit. “Life hasn’t always been great to us, so I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything less of him.”

“I understand,” He responded, nodding and taking a seat once the couch was clear of all the offending items. “We could work on your homework a little, if you wish. I noticed you were in a daze during Chemistry. Did something confuse you?”

“Oh….no.” She figured he wouldn’t let it drop that easily. “I….was daydreaming…”

“Do you care to discuss what about?”

“Er…well….it’s really rather….embarrassing, to be honest.”

“Well, if I promised that whatever is spoken in this room, will stay between the two of us, would that make it easier to talk about?”

Kiyomi mentally sighed. He wasn’t going to let this rest….He had to know already. That was the only explanation for this interrogation that she was receiving.

“Fine….I suppose….but you have to promise you won’t….get mad…or embarrassed, or anything like that….it’s all rather personal…” She said, shaking her head slightly. “I don’t even talk to my brother about this type of stuff…”

Shuiichi nodded. “I won’t. I also promise that.”

She nodded. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts, and decide how to say it, but finally, she did speak.

“I was…daydreaming about you. I…really, really like you…though….I really don’t know why…I suppose it could be love…or infatuation, I’m not really sure….but…every time I think about you…I get this feeling. It’s…the strongest thing I’ve ever felt come from my own emotions….being an empath, my emotions take a back seat to everyone else’s, so when I do feel something that’s completely my own…I know it’s not lying. And…this time, that emotion tells me that I want you…a lot.” She looked down, not sure what to expect.

Suddenly, she felt something. It wasn’t from her, or her brother, but from Shuiichi. It took her a moment to realize what it was, but once she did, she looked up and smiled.

It was the feeling of reciprocated attraction. This was the last thing she’d expected, but it definitely was a welcomed one.

“I find myself drawn to you as well, Kiyomi,” He said after a moment of silence. “I know it’s not just to your body, as attractive as it is.” She blushed at that. She wasn’t more than a C cup at best, and not super curvy, but she was athletic in build, and she did take good care of herself. “I find myself wanting to know more about the mind behind the face, not just the front presented to the world.” He cupped her chin lightly in one hand, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “Her likes, her dislikes, a little more about her history, among various other things. I find myself also wanting to protect you, though I’ve heard through the grapevine that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. But most of all…I’ve found myself wanting to do this…”

He leaned forward, and kissed her softly on the lips. It caught Kiyomi slightly off guard. This wasn’t her first kiss, but it was the first one that had been able to take her off guard, and was by far the best. Not wanting him to pull back just yet, she kissed back, placing her hand on his, the one that was still resting on her cheek.

After a moment, he pulled back, and smiled at her. This wasn’t the light smile he presented to the world, but a real smile, with depth, and feeling behind it. “Now that my own confession is out of the way, I suppose I should explain a few things to you,” He said, a feeling of wariness crossing through him.

“I dunno…I think I have a few things I need to say first…” Kiyomi said, smiling innocently at him. “I already know quite a bit about you, Kurama, but as you said, you don’t know much about me.”

Shuiichi/Kurama chuckled at that. “It seems that you are definitely full of surprises, Kiyomi. And by the fact that you know me by Kurama, as well as Shuiichi, I’m going to assume that you know about my escapades as Yoko Kurama.”

“Some of them. Working for Lord Enma has it’s perks, after all,” She responded, smiling again. “But, I suppose you should know…I’m a half-demon. Bastard child of Kuronue, if you want to get technical. He was the father to Kiyoshi, myself, and my deceased twin…he did it as a favor of sorts to my mother, even if she was a twice reformed drug addict, and incapable of raising children properly.”

Kurama nodded. “That explains a few things, actually,” He responded, lightly toying with a lock of her hair. “You have parts of his personality.”

She nodded. “I’ve gotten that a few times.”

It was silent a moment. Kiyomi didn’t know what to say, and Kurama seemed to be lost in thought. But, after a moment, he grinned, almost devilishly, and it caught Kiyomi off guard.

“What are you thinking…?” She asked, almost afraid to hear the answer, and yet…wanting to hear the answer.

“I wouldn’t want to offend you with my thoughts,” he replied, the smile still on his face.

“If you knew some of the things I’d thought about you, you’d probably go running out,” She responded, shaking her head slightly.

He chuckled. “I doubt that….but, now that you’ve brought it up, I wouldn’t mind hearing that as well.”

Kiyomi blushed. “It’s a good thing you act like a gentlemen in public. If people knew what a perv you were, I think they’d fall over dead.”

Kurama chuckled again. “They would, unfortunately.”

She giggled in response. “Well…I could tell…but…It’d be weird.”

“I don’t think I’ll find it that weird, Kiyomi.”

She grabbed his hand gently, and stood up. “Alright. But…these are things better mentioned where my brother can’t hear…even though he is in his bathroom right now…whacking off.”

Kurama nodded, suppressing a chuckle. “If you say so.”

She nodded, and led him to her room. It looked as if a teenage girl lived in it, with posters of various bands on the wall, along with different photos of herself, all of various ages. There was a bed in one corner, and a desk in the other, covered with papers, pencils, and various sticky-notes, reminders of things she needed to get done. There was some clothing on the floor, including a leather jacket, an pair of rather tight-looking jeans, and a pair of lace up, knee-high boots.

Kiyomi closed the door once Kurama was in, and motioned for him to sit on the bed. He did, and once he was seated, he looked at her, waiting for her to say something.

“About my erm….daydreams. I guess…they’d be considered wet dreams…well, right now anyway. It’s almost spring, and my thoughts generally tend to go to hell when it comes around. Kiyoshi…doesn’t know thought, and if he did, he’d be trying to hook me up with some random guy…I’d much rather fool around with someone I know, not someone who I don’t,” She said, kicking an article of clothing of to one side.

Kurama nodded. “Understandable, Kiyomi. I believe that everyone has thoughts like that occasionally. Even I do,” He said, smiling lightly to encourage her. “It’s a fact of life.”

“Yeah…It’s just embarrassing sometimes. Especially when you’re thinking about it as you’re walking home, and then…you bump into the person you were thinking of, and they see you’re horribly ugly granny panties.”

Kurama laughed at that. “And dare I ask what images you were conjuring up in you’re mind?”

Kiyomi grinned mischievously. “Well…if you think you can handle it…”

“I can.”

Her grin grew. “Well…it started off innocent enough. It was you and I, sitting here, talking about the homework that had been assigned today.” She giggled at that. They definitely had some chemistry going on, and it wasn’t the class kind. “And then, the mood struck. We were suddenly sitting a lot closer to each other than we had been before. And then…”

“Then what?”

Kiyomi plopped next to him on the bed, sitting rather close. “I don’t know if I should tell you….I’ve told you quite a bit already….” Casually, yet discreetly, she looked down toward his crotch, and saw the starts of what would soon be an obvious arousal. That caused her to giggle.

“You’re a tease, just like you’re father.”

“I know.” She giggled again. “Fine. I’ll tell you. And then, we were kissing. It wasn’t like the peck in the living room either. It was tongue-down-the-throat and hands all over. My hands went up your shirt, and your hands went up my skirt. Really, I can only imagine how it would feel to have you’re hands up there…but…that’s still what I imagined.”

“Mmm….” She stole another glance downward. It was obviously up now…and if she was judging it right, his package definitely wasn’t average. “You know, Kiyomi….I think…you’re little fantasy could be arranged, if you really wanted it to.”

She blinked at that. “I….don’t know. I don’t want to come off as easy.”

He shook his head slightly. “Kiyomi, you’re one of the very few girls at school who hasn’t come up to me, begging me to do them in the bathroom during lunch, or where ever else they can think of. Those girls are easy. You aren’t, and I won’t consider you to be, unless you decided after this to speak about it to everyone, which I’m trusting you won’t.”

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Kiyomi responded, leaning in a bit closer. Kurama caught the cue, and closed the gap between the two.

The kiss quickly went from innocent to fiery. Kurama could tell she knew what she was doing, and the same went for Kiyomi. After a moment of coyly teasing one another’s lips, Kurama nibbled at her bottom lip, as if asking permission to enter. Kiyomi opened her mouth, and he slipped his tongue in.

He teased her tongue with his, prodding it and rubbing it lightly. Kiyomi teased back, and soon they were caught in an intricate dance. Still kissing, she pulled off his jacket, and unbuttoned the shirt underneath it, revealing a nicely toned, but milky-white chest. She slipped her hand up to one of his rose colored nubs, and tweaked it lightly, causing him to moan into the kiss.

Kurama deftly pulled her into his lap, and she could feel his erection rub against her, causing her to moan as well. Kurama, unable to think clearly at this point, slipped a hand up her leg, massaging her thigh lightly until he came upon her underwear. Pulling away from her mouth, he moved to her neck, and began to rub her through her underwear. The friction of the rough material rubbing against her sensitive skin caused her to moan louder.

Her hands moved from his nubs, which she had been teasing for the past several minutes, and into his long, silky red hair. They became entangled in it as she felt his hands slip under her underwear, and move up into her. She pressed herself closer to him, her mind fogged over in her pleasure, with his wants adding onto it.

He teased her there for several minutes, until she was breathing heavily. With his free hand, he managed to slip her own jacket off, and undid the buttons on her blouse, revealing a less-then-plain bra. It was black and red lace, opaque, and now decidedly in his way. She removed her hands so he could slip off her shirt, and then, as quickly as that came off, her bra did as well. He then moved his free hand to her breast, and began to play with it. He pulled his other hand out from her nether regions, and with her help, slipped his own shirt of.

As they were teasing one another, Kurama pushed her onto her back, and nibbled on her clavical as he did. Slowly, he moved down to her right breast, taking the slightly hard nub into his mouth and teasing it. His hand moved to her other, pincing and rubbing it. Every so often he would alternate, and the various noises he received from Kiyomi only encouraged him more.

He moved down ward again, nipping and kissing her belly, until he reached the waistband of her skirt, deftly, he tugged it off, with her lifting her hips to help him out. He moved back up her for a moment, and looked her in the eye. “You’re alright with this, right?” He asked, sounding serious.

She nodded. “I haven’t said no or stop once. I feel…I feel comfortable doing this with you…I….want you to do this….This is going to sound really corny…but, I want you to do me. I’m not a virgin, so you don’t have to worry about hurting me. I can take it.”

He nodded in response, and moved back down her, nipping and kissing again. When grinned when he reached her underwear. “You know, you make granny panties look pretty good,” He said, nuzzling her wet sex through them.

“Dammit Kurama!!! If you said that at any other moment, I’d beat you with a-OH GOD!!!” Her statement was cut short as he nibbled at her through the material, causing her to moan loudly again.

He continued this for a few seconds, before pulling her underwear off, and exposing her fully. He studied her nude form over, then proceeded to lick, suck, and nibble her clit, which made her moan and writhe in pleasure. He soon slipped his tounge into her now throughly wet passage, which caused her to moan loudly in sheer pleasure. Soon, she was gasping for air, her hands clutching the bed cover tightly.

Kurama felt her core tighten around his tounge, and a mere moments later, she was screaming out her orgasm. Kurama lapped her juices up, throughly enjoying the taste of her essence, then pulled off his own pants, and slid back up her, waiting for her to ride out her orgasm.

He lightly nibbled on her ear, until he was sure she was done with it. “Mind if I…partake a little pleasure from your body, Kiyomi?” He whispered into her ear, nibbling it once the sentence was out.

“God…feel free to…” She replied, her breathing still a little labored. His warm breath on her ear was tantalizing, and it felt that, at this moment, he could convince her to do just about anything.

He nodded into the crook of her neck, and suddenly, she could feel the head of his erection push against her opening. She moaned quietly at that, and he pushed in. Feeling his larger than average hard-on slip into her, she moved to allow better access, raising her hips up off the bed. With this, Kurama started to thrust.

He started off gentle, unsure of how she wanted it, but after the first few thrusts, she said, “You know…you could do it just a little harder. I don’t mind it rough.” With that in mind, he shoved it into her harder, elicting a sexy moan from her.

Soon enough, the bed was rocking with the friction of their activities. Now, not only was Kurama thrusting in quite roughly, but he was also moving at a pace most men would find hard to match. He quickly felt Kiyomi’s walls tightening around his member, and he felt her hit her climax again. With the tightening of her walls, he felt his balls tighten, and he released when she did, spilling his seed into her.

He groaned as he came, and fell ontop of her, breathing heavily. She was breathing heavily as well, but managed to wrap her arms around him. They laid like that for several minutes, not talking, but just enjoying each others presence.

“Was that anything like your fantasy?” Kurama asked, nuzzling her lightly.

“Hell no…” She said, earning a raised eyebrow from him. “It was way better.”
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A/n: And at eleven pages, I end this one-shot there. Please don’t ask me to write more….I only intended this to be a one shot, and I don’t know that I’ll be inspired to write more. Unless you all give me some really yummy idea’s. Then I might be able to do more with it. But, for now, it is a one shot, and nothing more.

Hugs and love.
SkyaraSnow