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Summary:  Take your time, smell the roses, but steal the vines.
Don't wait for the hands of time to second guess and change your mind.~

Pairing: Reader x Kurama

Disclaimer: I do not own  Yu Yu Hakusho, its characters, or you. I do however own the idea for this story

Rating: PG-13 for mild violence, slight swearing, and  overall theme.

You sat on your bed; your books sprawled out across your bed arbitrarily. You groaned and set your book down on your bed. You couldn't pay attention today if someone paid you a million dollars. All you could think about all day was the rumors that had been spreading around the school like wild fire. Shuichi Minamino, the most sought out male at your high school, and his girlfriend Anya who was the captain of the cheer squad, were fighting. It was odd to hear this. The dream couple had never fought before in their entire relationship. And being Shuichi's best friend and next door companions since childhood, you thought that you would have been the first one to hear if anything bad was going on between the teen and the love of his life.  You sighed. It wasn't a secret to anyone but Mr. Shuichi Minamino himself about how much you liked the boy. You were close friends with Yusuke's girlfriend Kayko, and the two of you talked almost every night, whether it is by phone, text, or IM.

You sighed again, this time more heavily as you pulled your curtains open, and noticed that Shuichi's shades had been pulled open, and his window was opened slightly.  You smiled at the dimly light window. Sometimes when you couldn't sleep at night, you would crawl out of your window and sit on the ledge that protruded from your window. You spent most of your sleepless nights there, just star gazing and sketching. But occasionally you were lucky enough to catch glimpses of Shuichi's sleeping form. You knew that this seemed slightly stalker-ish, but you were just happy to sit there and watch him. You weren't a pervert by any means. You never watched him when he was in his room after bathing or while he was changing.  You only watched him sleep. There was something different in him when he was peacefully sleeping.

Seeing as you knew Yusuke and Kayko, you had come, in one way or another, to learn about Shuichi's hidden past. He, of course, hadn't a clue that his dimwitted friend had let the proverbial cat out of the bag.  Yusuke literally begged you not to tell. You weren't sure why you agreed to it, making Yusuke's life a living hell was your forte, but you did. At first Shuichi's secret bothered you. Not only was he a host to a demon spirit, one body with two souls, but he had lied to you. Every time he disappeared he had put his life in danger, and you were blissfully unaware.  You waited for his return patiently with no idea of the real peril your best friends life had been in.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts and musings that you hadn't even noticed when Shuichi appeared in the window across from you. It wasn't until you happened to look up that you caught sight of the red head. He was on the phone pacing back and forth. You watched him curiously. Very rarely did the red head ever lose his temper, but you could tell that his patience's was wearing thin with whoever he was on the phone with. And if you didn't know better, you could have sworn that you saw golden flecks within his emerald green orbs.  You watched as he dropped into his desk chair and rested his head within his hand that hadn't been holding the phone. You sat on your desk top, (Favorite CD) played lightly in the background. When he had finally hung up the phone, he just sat there. It was a long moment before he realized that someone had been staring at him. He looked up and blinked a few times. You just smiled and waved. He smiled in return, but you could tell that he didn't really mean it.  You looked around and picked up your sketch book, turning to a blank page you scribbled quickly.

'Trouble with the Missus?'  You flashed the note at the red head who stared for a moment before finding a note book.

'A misunderstanding.'  He replied.

'Women…  Wanna talk?'  You smiled when you saw him chuckle.

'Not tonight, I just need some time to think.'  He smiled apologetically.

'Sure no problem. I'm here for you, you know that right?' you shrugged lightly, but couldn't conceal the worry within your eyes. A gentle look crossed his beautiful face.

'I know.'  You nodded before climbing off your desk and closed the curtains.

Kurama watched your window with soft eyes as he sighed heavily; raking his fingers threw his crimson locks. His emerald orbs glued to his desk as his girlfriends words played threw his head.

"If you love me Shuichi, you will stop being friends with that (Name) right this moment!" Anaya shrieked, stomping her foot.

"I will not stop being friends with her because you're being paranoid. I've known her longer than you and you do not have the right to ask me such things." Kurama said, gritting his teeth.

"Oh so I see how it is. I guess it's over then."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it!" Kurama spoke. He could feel Youko's anger coursing, as well as his own.

"Then how do you mean it Shuichi! I've the way that she looks at you! If you really love me as much as you say you do, you would do what I ask. If you don't stop being friends with her then were through!" Anaya screamed. Kurama sighed in an attempt to keep his anger at bay.

"I've got to go, it's getting late." He stated bitterly.

"Goodnight Shuichi. I love you." she said.

"Yeah;" with that he hung up.

Kurama felt tears begin to form in his eyes. Never in his life had he ever thought that he would be in the position he was in now. He indeed loved Anaya with all of his heart, but at the same time, he couldn't picture his life without you in it. Anya had accused him of having feeling for you, which he couldn't outright deny. Because for as long has he could remember, you had always held a dear place in his heart. He couldn't and wouldn't say that he was in love with you, but what he would allow himself to say was that you were very precious to him. He would do anything to protect you, even if it meant denying his feelings for you.  That's why it was so easy for him to be with Anaya. Although he did love her, he could easily see himself with or without her.   After a brief pause, Anaya flipped and demanded the end of your friendship.
But he had to protect you no matter what.

Kurama rested his head on his desk, his unshed tears falling without warning.

Youko growled.

'I'm really not in the mood for this right now.' Kurama bit back, feeling irritated with his other self.

'How many times have I told you? I love Anaya. (Name) is my best friend.' Kurama tried to defend.  Youko scoffed.

Youko crossed his arms defiantly.

'That's none of your business.' Kurama stated.

'I am going to bed now." Kurama said, standing up and getting ready for bed.

You collapsed to your bed with a heavy sigh. You felt horrible. Why? Because you were happy that there was a possibility that Kurama and Anaya would break up. You were ecstatic. And that made you feel horrible.  The worst you have felt in your entire life. Because you were in love with him. You were head over heels in love with him.  You set your arm over your eyes. This situation was so bitter sweet. The sad bit? You would wake up tomorrow as if nothing is wrong. You would walk to school and pretend not to know his secret; you would forget your love for the sake of friendship.  You would call him Shuichi, even though you longed to speak his true name.

After all, there is no way that he felt the same way.

There was no way.

You turned on your side and hugged your pillow close, trying to forget everything. You prayed and hoped that you would find peace and sleep sometime soon. You knew that Kurama would be waiting at your door at seven o'clock sharp, your mother would let him in and they would share polite words while you dressed. Occasionally Kurama would surprise you with your favorite sugary treat. You groaned, pressing your arm harder against your face. Damn it. Damn him. Why was this so hard!

Chancing a glance at the clock you noticed that the time read 2:30 A.M.  You stared dully at the clock for a long time, watching the minutes tick by slowly when suddenly your window burst open and a cool burst of air flushed threw the window. You sat up, fear racing through your body.

"Don't be scared young one." A deep masculine voice spoke.

"Okay, first of I am (Age), and who the hell?" You said backing up until your back was against the wall at the head of your bed.  The man chuckled lightly.

"You have always intrigued me young one. My silly human counterpart can keep denying his feelings all he wants. I, on the other hand, fully intend to express my feelings for you in any way possible."  The being that stepped out of the shadows could only be described as a god. His long silver hair cascaded down his shoulders and past his waist. His features were soft and masculine, reminding you much of Kurama. He stood well over six foot tall, his height daunting.  His gold eyes flickered with amusement and anticipation, his silver fox ears twitching slightly.

"Y-Youko?" you breathed out. The golden eyed god seemed taken back.

"How do you know my name, young one?"

"Good guess?" You managed to shrug.  Unable to look at him any longer, you looked down, your hands fiddling with your blankets.

"Young one…." Youko warned tilting your face up. You shrieked and fell from your bed, landing on the floor with a harsh thud, smacking the back of your head against your bed side table. Tears formed in your eyes as you rubbed the sore spot tenderly.  Youko blinked, and then began to laugh.  You couldn't help but glare heatedly at the Fox.

"No one invited you!" You snapped. Youko soon stopped and stared at you in amusement.

"Do I need to be?" He said, walking over to the side of the bed that you were now occupying the floor of. A mad blush dashed across your cheeks.

"Of course you do! You can't just burst into someone's room unannounced!"  You stated, trying your best to straighten out. Youko laughed as he scooped you up into his arms. You squeaked and held his neck tightly, your eyes as wide as saucers.

"W-what are you doing?" You yelped, a light blush crossing your cheeks.

"Nothing young one."  After a long moment he set you down on your bed. His golden eyes piercing threw you (Color) orbs like a hot knife through butter. You shrunk back, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"I have a name, you know? It's (Name)." You pouted, looking away from him once more. Youko smiled lightly.

"(Name)." He repeated. Suddenly he felt very tired. Without warning he crawled into the bed next to you.  Your face turned 10 shades of red.

"What are you doing!?"  He yawned lightly and reached over; taking your wrist he pulled you close to him, cuddling you softly. Your face heated up, and if you weren't mistaking, the fox demon sounded like he was purring.

"Rest now, young one, before you know it, morning will be here." he murmured, burring his face in the side of your neck.

You had to admit, you felt uncomfortable. Youko hadn't quite been what you expected. He was very demanding and pushy and you could tell he was used to getting what he wanted. So what happens when he wants "something" from you? Pushing that thought from your mind, somehow you felt relaxed within the stoic males' arms. The scent of roses filled the air, and the sound of youko's purr seemed to lull you to the edge of sleep.

"Yusuke told me…" you murmured before your eyes closed.  Youko knew you had fallen asleep soon after by the pattern of your breath and the beat of your heart.  A soft smile crossed his lips as he took in your sent.  It was an odd intoxicating aroma that called to him.

"Someday soon young one, you will be by my side for the rest of eternity." he whispered huskily, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

The next morning you woke feeling calm and relaxed. You knew that you hadn't been asleep for very long; the sun barely peaking threw the windows. Someone had closed the widows, you noticed. You wondered if it could have been Youko.

Speaking of said demon…

You turned ever so carefully and noted that Youko had no longer been in your bed.  You couldn't help but pout. Your bed felt so alone without him there, and as much as you hated to admit it, you felt safe with him there. The scent of roses still lingered in the air, and you guess that it hadn't been long since he had left. You sighed contently with a small smile on your face. Hugging your pillow close to you, you close your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Kurama awoke the next morning, his body sore and stiff. His sleep was dreamless for the most part. Flashes of your face appeared in his mind. You looked frightened at first, and he vaguely remembered your voice. He couldn't remember much, but your sent filled his senses in an elating whirlwind. Kurama groaned and forced his eyes to open. When he had finally forced himself to look at the clock, he noticed that the time was a little after five in the morning. Knowing sleep was useless, he got up to begin his day. After showering and getting dressed in his school uniform, he set off to make breakfast for the members of his house.  While he cooked, he found his mind wandering to you. Your laugh echoed through his ears and your smile flashed before his eyes.

"Shuichi!" he heard his mother's voice break into his thoughts. He looked up startled as his mother rushed over and pushed her son from the stove, putting out the small fire that had began in the pan he had been cooking in.

"What's gotten into you?" Shori scolded as she took over the meal.

"I'm sorry mother; I've got a lot on my mind."  He said with a smile of sorts. Shori sighed as she looked over at her son worried.

"Have a fight with (Name)?" she said with concern lacing her words. Kurama stared in shock. Not that his mother had asked the question, but that she had assumed it had to do with you.

"No, we did not have a fight." He told her, looking down at the ground. After a long moment Shori set two plates of food on the table and smiled gently at her son.

"Good. I really don't think we could handle another heartbroken Shuichi around here." She looked over at her son with a concerned glance. Kurama looked at her long and hard, waiting for an explanation.

"You don't remember?" Shori said in disbelief. Kurama just shook his head "no" before joining his mother at the table.

"When you were eleven you and (Name) had a pretty serious fight. It was over (Name)'s new boyfriend; you were so angry and jealous. It was so bad that it keep you and her from speaking for quite some time. It was about ten months that you two refused to speak to one another. During that time you became moody and irritable. I had never seen you so upset over someone before. It wasn't until her boyfriend broke up with her that you started talking to her again."  Kurama couldn't help but feel guilty as he remembered what had happened.

Young Shuichi kicked a ball around his back yard, his hands shoved deep into his pockets in an obviously irritated mood.  It wasn't until he heard someone sobbing that he stopped kicking the ball and looked around. It was a soft, silent cry, but his sensitive ears picked up on the sound with easy, following the sound to the next back yard, he had found what he was looking for.

You sat under the large walnut tree in your back yard, your head buried deep within your knees. Your hair fell in messy bouts around your shoulders, and your skirt was crinkled and messed up.  He hesitated for a few moments before he walked over to you and hugged you. Even as you tried to pull away, he just held you. When you were no longer able to fight him, you collapsed into his arms and just sobbed. He held you for a good hour or more, until you finally drifted off into a light sleep…

Kurama sat in silence, the memory flooding back into his mind. He couldn't believe that he had almost forgotten that. It was truly the first and only time he had been jealous in his whole life. Staring down at the table for a few moments, he decided that he should be on his way.

"Thank you mother, I should be going." He stood up, kissed his mother on the cheek, and left for school.  When he reached your house, he was surprised to find that you had already left.

"I'm sorry Shuichi, but she left quite some time ago. She seemed distracted by something." Your mother said, rubbing the back of her head.

"That's quite alright Mrs. (L.Name)." Kurama smiled and bowed lightly. A bit of worry and apprehension filled Kurama as he started his walk to school. You had never been out of bed this early.  He could even feel Youko's worry.

'I'm sure she can take care of herself…' Kurama thought, pushing his worry aside.

You yawned lightly as you sat at a corner booth. Your eyes were half closed when your cell phone began to ring. You glanced at it casually; noticing Kayko's number, blinking a few times you flipped it open.

"Hey where are you?" You said.

"What are you talking about?" Kayko said slight concern in her voice.  You, un-amused, sighed lightly.

"You asked me to meet you at Kildee's over an hour ago. Where are you?" You bit.

"(Name) I didn't ask you. Are you okay?" She said.  You grumbled lightly.

"Just fine. Talk to you later Kay." You hung up the phone and growled.

"Waiting for someone?" You looked up to peer into the silvery grey eyes of some man you had never met before.

"Mmm? No, I'm on my way out." You said with a small smile. He frowned.

"But I've only just got here." He said.  Your eyes narrowed a bit.

"If you would excuse me, I should really get going." You stood up and gathered your stuff. You quickly pushed your way through the crowd of people in the coffee shop and made your way down the sidewalk, feeling as if someone was following you.

It was days like this that you cursed the school uniforms. . .

Kurama was beyond worried.  When you didn't show up to school he could feel his anxiety rise.  You had never missed a day of school for as long as he knew you. Give or take a few days when you were really sick, and he knew you hadn't been seeing as you had left early this morning.  So where were you?

"Hello Shuichi."  Anya said, leading against his desk.  He blinked a few times, and then looked up to meet Anaya's piercing brown eyes.

"Anaya." She seemed taken aback by his informal greeting and pouted slightly.

"We need to talk." She said, placing her hands on her hips.

"It would seem that we do." He said, standing up, briskly walking out the door. Anaya stood stunned for a moment, before she followed close behind.

Kurama walked all the way to the court yard, trying his best to ease his worried mind. He knew why Anaya wanted to talk to him, and to be frank, he could really careless. Right now all that was on his mind was that, for all intensive purposes, you were missing.

"Shuichi are you-"

"I think we should break up." Kurama said, turning towards Anaya as she walked up behind him. She faltered in her step, her eyes wide.

"But I-"

"I'm sorry Anaya, but as much as I love you, my heart belongs to someone else. Even if she doesn't except me or love me in return, my heart will always belong to her. I really am sorry." He said, bowing his head slightly. Anya's eyes brimmed with tears.

"Its (Name), isn't it?" She managed to choke out. Kurama nodded his head slightly. Anaya shook her head and laughed, her tears falling from her eyes.

"I should have guessed…" she took in a deep breath. Walking over, she took his hands in hers; he looked up. Although her eyes were watery with tears and there were mascara streaks on her cheeks, there was no hatred behind her kind eyes.

"I can't blame you. (Name) is a very special person."  She lifted his hands to her lips and placed a soft kiss upon their tops. "Just promise me that we can still be friends."  Kurama smiled and hugged her softly.

"Of course."

"Shuichi!"   Your voice shrieked. It was barely an echo in his ears, but there was no mistaken. Kurama pushed Anaya back and looked around, a wild look in his eyes.

"Shuichi, is everything alright?" Anaya said, looking around for whatever he was looking for.

"I'm sorry, I have to go."  Kurama said and before she had a chance to respond, he was gone.

You panted lightly. Somehow you had managed to get yourself lost. You had been running for what seemed like hours, and no matter which way you turned, things just seemed to get even more confusing. Slowing down to a walk and looked around wearily. You were surrounded by trees and the path you had been on began to disappear. You didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad but all you knew was that you had to keep moving. You could still sense someone following you, and when you looked around, you caught sight of two people hiding in the bushes watching you intently.

Dear gods, what have you gotten yourself into now?

Picking up the pace once more, you began to slip your shoes off, preparing yourself to run once again. You knew taking your shoes off was probably a bad idea but you knew that you would be able to run faster without the constraining flats the school required you to wear. Getting 'ready to make a mad dash away from the creepy people in the shadows, you were shocked when someone seized your arms. Wide eyed and frightened, you thrashed around, dropping your bag in the process.

"Aw now, is that any way to treat an old friend?" The silvery grey eyed male from earlier smiled, flashing you a toothy grin.

"Let go of me you cretin! I can assure you that I have nothing of use to you."  You said trying to free your arms from his grip. With you firm in grip he leaned down and examined your sketch pad.  He smiled wide once more, his fangs shimmering in the dim light,

"I was planning on killing you and eating your heart, but this is so much better. Oh my dear, you will be of great use to us." He nodded to one of his companions', and then your world went dark.

Kurama was beyond furious now. He had been searching for you damn near all day, and his heart sank even farther every moment that you were gone. He could tell in his heart that something was wrong. You were in trouble and no matter what he did; he couldn't seem to find you. The sun had begun to fall below the horizon line mixing the sky with various colors of red, orange and blue.  The first thing he did was contact Yusuke to see if you were with them. When Yusuke had said no and asked why, he became a panicked mess quickly.  You had always been the little sister he never wished he had.  And when Kayko found out by default, she had almost instantly burst into tears and spilled her guts about your earlier conversation. Kurama had sent everyone in different directions in search of you so that they could cover more ground at a quicker pace. Even Hiei volunteered to help by using his Jagan eye. But so far there had been no luck in finding you.  Kurama sighed lightly as he collapsed on a park bench, completely exhausted. He slumped over defeated, when he caught sight of something. It was your school bag, he was sure of it. He stood up quickly and walked over to your bag. Your school work and random bits of paper blew away with the wind.  It wasn't until he came to your sketchbook that he had stopped, his blood running cold. There on the ground was a picture of him and his demon self standing right next to him. Youko Kurama was written across the top in your elegant hand writing. Written across the picture in what was unmistakably blood was a simple message.

Youko Kurama,

If you want the girl back, come and find her.

Kurama growled like a feral animal. Youko's power surged as Kurama stood to his feet, his eyes an odd mixture of emerald green and gold.

< If one hair on her head is harmed I swear->

'Calm yourself Youko. We will find her, and she will be okay. Hiei?'

(Hn…?) Hiei responded quickly.

'I need you to find the others and meet me at Devu~iruzurijji Park immediately.'

You groaned you head pounding and your stomach feeling nauseous.   You could feel something hot and sticky falling down the side of your face. When you went to investigate, you quickly found that your hands had been tied and bound.  Groaning lightly, you tried to open your eyes. You knew, if nothing else, you had to keep yourself awake.

"Well this is boring." The grey eyed male said, tearing the flesh from some poor helpless animal.

"We should just kill her, I'm hungry!" Another male's voice boomed, echoing through the trees.  A few birds cawed and fled into the air.

"You ugly Ogre, if we do that, then Youko will never show up!" A younger male hissed.

"Who are you calling an Ogre you damn brat!"

"Oh wow, stupid too!" The younger male cackled.

"Oh, that's it! Get back here you damn Imp!"  Even though your head protested, you couldn't help but open your eyes wide as the earth shook.  You couldn't believe what you saw.   Before your eyes was a male figure that stood eight feet tall, his skin a sickening green. With every step he took, the earth shook as if there was an earthquake. Then your eyes fell to the other. With speed you had never seen before, the obviously younger male zoomed threw the tree tops, the giant man swatting at him heatedly. You couldn't get a good look at him, but from what you could see….was that a tail?

"That's enough!" The silver eyed male said. "It would seem that our guest is awake." He stood up and brushed himself off, before turning his attentions to you.  You shivered under his piercing stare and shrunk back as far as you could.

"Oh my dear, don't be scared. We're not going to kill you…Yet." He smiled, bearing his fangs.  You felt yourself tremble at his words. His eyes promised much pain, and you didn't like the way he kept eyeing you.

"I-I don't care what you d-do to me, but leave Kurama alone." You bit back, trying your best to keep your fear at bay. Before you could even blink, you felt a hand across your cheek. Tears stung your eyes as you felt small trickles of blood leaving your mouth.

"Pathetic humans. You think you are so grand." The man's eyes glowed sliver. "Such children, yet so arrogant.  Some beings have been on this earth more than 10,000 years." He sighed, lifting your chin so that you looked him in the eyes.

"But that, those looks in your eyes right there. That's why I love you humans, the pure hatred and fear behind those (color) orbs. I will give you one thing. Every emotion you're pathetic breed emits is so pure and strong. I just love it." He laughed as brought your face closer to his. "I can't wait to make you scream."  You thrashed around as he brought his lips down on yours, and then began licking the blood from the corners of your mouth, then he turned his attention to your lips.  It wasn't until one of his companions let out an earth splitting scream, that he stopped his assault on your mouth.

"You would do best to move away from her." Kurama said his teeth clenched in anger.  Yusuke stood by his side, his eyes burning with hatred.

"We've got the big stupid one; you take care of (Name)." Yusuke said, cracking his knuckles. Your captor chuckled lightly.

"Did that," he nodded towards you, "-make you mad Youko Kurama?" Kurama said nothing. He kept his eyes on you. Your eyes were glazed over and the pain and fear that you were feeling emanated from your body.  Kurama re-focused his eyes on the male before him, his anger and hatred redirected towards your captor.  As much as he didn't want you to witness this, he knew it was inevitable.  Releasing his Rose Whip, he glared.

"Let's get this over with..."

As much as you would have like to see your captor get his just deserts, you couldn't force your eyes open any longer. Your head hurt so badly and your vision had been blurry at best.

'I'll just rest my eyes for a moment…' you thought, not able to register much else.  You felt yourself at the edge of sleep when someone shook you lightly.

"(Name), I need you to open your eyes." Kurama's strong voice said. Your mind was hazy, but you held onto his voice as if your life depended on it, which it may as well have.

"Kurama?" You spoke softly.  Kurama froze for a moment.

"Yes (Name), please open your eyes." He spoke as he leaned you over his lap, un-binding your hands.

"I can't, I'm so tired and my head hurts." You whined.

"I know baby, that's why I need you to show me those beautiful (color) eyes of yours." He pulled you into his lap, and caressed your hair lightly, rubbing small circles on your pressure points.  The pain in your head eased slightly. Clinging to the feeling of Kurama holding you, you opened your eyes ever so slightly.

"That's my girl." Kurama smiled lightly.  But no sooner had you opened your eyes fully and a wave of light hit your eyes, another wave of nausea hit you. You quickly pushed Kurama away from you, and relieved your stomach of its containments.  Kurama winced lightly, and as soon as you were finished, he was by your side. You groaned, your stomach feeling heavy but feeling a bit better.  Kurama wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest. You sighed lightly, finally feeling safe.

"How long have you know?" He whispered softly.

"About a year." You said, leaning your head against his chest.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I figured you would tell me when you were ready." You shrugged lightly, hiding your face within Kurama's shirt, trying to hide the blush that crept up on your cheeks. Kurama breathed a sigh of relief as he buried his nose in the side of your neck, breathing deeply.

"I thought I was going to lose you…." He whispered softly into your shoulder. You lifted your head slightly to peer at him .

"I love you Youko Kurama." You smiled softly. He looked up in shock those flecks of gold appearing within his eyes again.

"We love you too (Name)." he smiled wide, placing a soft kiss upon your forehead. He nuzzled the side of your neck again, which caused you to giggle. "Now let me get you home so I can show you just how much I love you." He purred seductively into your ear.

"Kurama!" You squeaked, a deep blush covering your cheeks. Kurama laughed lightly, enjoying the sound of his true name coming from your lips.

"Geeze, get a room!" Yusuke yelled, which caused your blush to deepen, if that was even possible.

~The End.

Description
Summary:  Take your time, smell the roses, but steal the vines.
Don't wait for the hands of time to second guess and change your mind.~

Pairing: Reader x Kurama

Disclaimer: I do not own  Yu Yu Hakusho, its characters, or you. I do however own the idea for this story

Rating: PG-13 for mild violence, slight swearing, and  overall theme.

You sat on your bed; your books sprawled out across your bed arbitrarily. You groaned and set your book down on your bed. You couldn't pay attention today if someone paid you a million dollars. All you could think about all day was the rumors that had been spreading around the school like wild fire. Shuichi Minamino, the most sought out male at your high school, and his girlfriend Anya who was the captain of the cheer squad, were fighting. It was odd to hear this. The dream couple had never fought before in their entire relationship. And being Shuichi's best friend and next door companions since childhood, you thought that you would have been the first one to hear if anything bad was going on between the teen and the love of his life.  You sighed. It wasn't a secret to anyone but Mr. Shuichi Minamino himself about how much you liked the boy. You were close friends with Yusuke's girlfriend Kayko, and the two of you talked almost every night, whether it is by phone, text, or IM.

You sighed again, this time more heavily as you pulled your curtains open, and noticed that Shuichi's shades had been pulled open, and his window was opened slightly.  You smiled at the dimly light window. Sometimes when you couldn't sleep at night, you would crawl out of your window and sit on the ledge that protruded from your window. You spent most of your sleepless nights there, just star gazing and sketching. But occasionally you were lucky enough to catch glimpses of Shuichi's sleeping form. You knew that this seemed slightly stalker-ish, but you were just happy to sit there and watch him. You weren't a pervert by any means. You never watched him when he was in his room after bathing or while he was changing.  You only watched him sleep. There was something different in him when he was peacefully sleeping.

Seeing as you knew Yusuke and Kayko, you had come, in one way or another, to learn about Shuichi's hidden past. He, of course, hadn't a clue that his dimwitted friend had let the proverbial cat out of the bag.  Yusuke literally begged you not to tell. You weren't sure why you agreed to it, making Yusuke's life a living hell was your forte, but you did. At first Shuichi's secret bothered you. Not only was he a host to a demon spirit, one body with two souls, but he had lied to you. Every time he disappeared he had put his life in danger, and you were blissfully unaware.  You waited for his return patiently with no idea of the real peril your best friends life had been in.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts and musings that you hadn't even noticed when Shuichi appeared in the window across from you. It wasn't until you happened to look up that you caught sight of the red head. He was on the phone pacing back and forth. You watched him curiously. Very rarely did the red head ever lose his temper, but you could tell that his patience's was wearing thin with whoever he was on the phone with. And if you didn't know better, you could have sworn that you saw golden flecks within his emerald green orbs.  You watched as he dropped into his desk chair and rested his head within his hand that hadn't been holding the phone. You sat on your desk top, (Favorite CD) played lightly in the background. When he had finally hung up the phone, he just sat there. It was a long moment before he realized that someone had been staring at him. He looked up and blinked a few times. You just smiled and waved. He smiled in return, but you could tell that he didn't really mean it.  You looked around and picked up your sketch book, turning to a blank page you scribbled quickly.

'Trouble with the Missus?'  You flashed the note at the red head who stared for a moment before finding a note book.

'A misunderstanding.'  He replied.

'Women…  Wanna talk?'  You smiled when you saw him chuckle.

'Not tonight, I just need some time to think.'  He smiled apologetically.

'Sure no problem. I'm here for you, you know that right?' you shrugged lightly, but couldn't conceal the worry within your eyes. A gentle look crossed his beautiful face.

'I know.'  You nodded before climbing off your desk and closed the curtains.

Kurama watched your window with soft eyes as he sighed heavily; raking his fingers threw his crimson locks. His emerald orbs glued to his desk as his girlfriends words played threw his head.

"If you love me Shuichi, you will stop being friends with that (Name) right this moment!" Anaya shrieked, stomping her foot.

"I will not stop being friends with her because you're being paranoid. I've known her longer than you and you do not have the right to ask me such things." Kurama said, gritting his teeth.

"Oh so I see how it is. I guess it's over then."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it!" Kurama spoke. He could feel Youko's anger coursing, as well as his own.

"Then how do you mean it Shuichi! I've the way that she looks at you! If you really love me as much as you say you do, you would do what I ask. If you don't stop being friends with her then were through!" Anaya screamed. Kurama sighed in an attempt to keep his anger at bay.

"I've got to go, it's getting late." He stated bitterly.

"Goodnight Shuichi. I love you." she said.

"Yeah;" with that he hung up.

Kurama felt tears begin to form in his eyes. Never in his life had he ever thought that he would be in the position he was in now. He indeed loved Anaya with all of his heart, but at the same time, he couldn't picture his life without you in it. Anya had accused him of having feeling for you, which he couldn't outright deny. Because for as long has he could remember, you had always held a dear place in his heart. He couldn't and wouldn't say that he was in love with you, but what he would allow himself to say was that you were very precious to him. He would do anything to protect you, even if it meant denying his feelings for you.  That's why it was so easy for him to be with Anaya. Although he did love her, he could easily see himself with or without her.   After a brief pause, Anaya flipped and demanded the end of your friendship.
But he had to protect you no matter what.

Kurama rested his head on his desk, his unshed tears falling without warning.

Youko growled.

'I'm really not in the mood for this right now.' Kurama bit back, feeling irritated with his other self.

'How many times have I told you? I love Anaya. (Name) is my best friend.' Kurama tried to defend.  Youko scoffed.

Youko crossed his arms defiantly.

'That's none of your business.' Kurama stated.

'I am going to bed now." Kurama said, standing up and getting ready for bed.

You collapsed to your bed with a heavy sigh. You felt horrible. Why? Because you were happy that there was a possibility that Kurama and Anaya would break up. You were ecstatic. And that made you feel horrible.  The worst you have felt in your entire life. Because you were in love with him. You were head over heels in love with him.  You set your arm over your eyes. This situation was so bitter sweet. The sad bit? You would wake up tomorrow as if nothing is wrong. You would walk to school and pretend not to know his secret; you would forget your love for the sake of friendship.  You would call him Shuichi, even though you longed to speak his true name.

After all, there is no way that he felt the same way.

There was no way.

You turned on your side and hugged your pillow close, trying to forget everything. You prayed and hoped that you would find peace and sleep sometime soon. You knew that Kurama would be waiting at your door at seven o'clock sharp, your mother would let him in and they would share polite words while you dressed. Occasionally Kurama would surprise you with your favorite sugary treat. You groaned, pressing your arm harder against your face. Damn it. Damn him. Why was this so hard!

Chancing a glance at the clock you noticed that the time read 2:30 A.M.  You stared dully at the clock for a long time, watching the minutes tick by slowly when suddenly your window burst open and a cool burst of air flushed threw the window. You sat up, fear racing through your body.

"Don't be scared young one." A deep masculine voice spoke.

"Okay, first of I am (Age), and who the hell?" You said backing up until your back was against the wall at the head of your bed.  The man chuckled lightly.

"You have always intrigued me young one. My silly human counterpart can keep denying his feelings all he wants. I, on the other hand, fully intend to express my feelings for you in any way possible."  The being that stepped out of the shadows could only be described as a god. His long silver hair cascaded down his shoulders and past his waist. His features were soft and masculine, reminding you much of Kurama. He stood well over six foot tall, his height daunting.  His gold eyes flickered with amusement and anticipation, his silver fox ears twitching slightly.

"Y-Youko?" you breathed out. The golden eyed god seemed taken back.

"How do you know my name, young one?"

"Good guess?" You managed to shrug.  Unable to look at him any longer, you looked down, your hands fiddling with your blankets.

"Young one…." Youko warned tilting your face up. You shrieked and fell from your bed, landing on the floor with a harsh thud, smacking the back of your head against your bed side table. Tears formed in your eyes as you rubbed the sore spot tenderly.  Youko blinked, and then began to laugh.  You couldn't help but glare heatedly at the Fox.

"No one invited you!" You snapped. Youko soon stopped and stared at you in amusement.

"Do I need to be?" He said, walking over to the side of the bed that you were now occupying the floor of. A mad blush dashed across your cheeks.

"Of course you do! You can't just burst into someone's room unannounced!"  You stated, trying your best to straighten out. Youko laughed as he scooped you up into his arms. You squeaked and held his neck tightly, your eyes as wide as saucers.

"W-what are you doing?" You yelped, a light blush crossing your cheeks.

"Nothing young one."  After a long moment he set you down on your bed. His golden eyes piercing threw you (Color) orbs like a hot knife through butter. You shrunk back, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"I have a name, you know? It's (Name)." You pouted, looking away from him once more. Youko smiled lightly.

"(Name)." He repeated. Suddenly he felt very tired. Without warning he crawled into the bed next to you.  Your face turned 10 shades of red.

"What are you doing!?"  He yawned lightly and reached over; taking your wrist he pulled you close to him, cuddling you softly. Your face heated up, and if you weren't mistaking, the fox demon sounded like he was purring.

"Rest now, young one, before you know it, morning will be here." he murmured, burring his face in the side of your neck.

You had to admit, you felt uncomfortable. Youko hadn't quite been what you expected. He was very demanding and pushy and you could tell he was used to getting what he wanted. So what happens when he wants "something" from you? Pushing that thought from your mind, somehow you felt relaxed within the stoic males' arms. The scent of roses filled the air, and the sound of youko's purr seemed to lull you to the edge of sleep.

"Yusuke told me…" you murmured before your eyes closed.  Youko knew you had fallen asleep soon after by the pattern of your breath and the beat of your heart.  A soft smile crossed his lips as he took in your sent.  It was an odd intoxicating aroma that called to him.

"Someday soon young one, you will be by my side for the rest of eternity." he whispered huskily, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

The next morning you woke feeling calm and relaxed. You knew that you hadn't been asleep for very long; the sun barely peaking threw the windows. Someone had closed the widows, you noticed. You wondered if it could have been Youko.

Speaking of said demon…

You turned ever so carefully and noted that Youko had no longer been in your bed.  You couldn't help but pout. Your bed felt so alone without him there, and as much as you hated to admit it, you felt safe with him there. The scent of roses still lingered in the air, and you guess that it hadn't been long since he had left. You sighed contently with a small smile on your face. Hugging your pillow close to you, you close your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Kurama awoke the next morning, his body sore and stiff. His sleep was dreamless for the most part. Flashes of your face appeared in his mind. You looked frightened at first, and he vaguely remembered your voice. He couldn't remember much, but your sent filled his senses in an elating whirlwind. Kurama groaned and forced his eyes to open. When he had finally forced himself to look at the clock, he noticed that the time was a little after five in the morning. Knowing sleep was useless, he got up to begin his day. After showering and getting dressed in his school uniform, he set off to make breakfast for the members of his house.  While he cooked, he found his mind wandering to you. Your laugh echoed through his ears and your smile flashed before his eyes.

"Shuichi!" he heard his mother's voice break into his thoughts. He looked up startled as his mother rushed over and pushed her son from the stove, putting out the small fire that had began in the pan he had been cooking in.

"What's gotten into you?" Shori scolded as she took over the meal.

"I'm sorry mother; I've got a lot on my mind."  He said with a smile of sorts. Shori sighed as she looked over at her son worried.

"Have a fight with (Name)?" she said with concern lacing her words. Kurama stared in shock. Not that his mother had asked the question, but that she had assumed it had to do with you.

"No, we did not have a fight." He told her, looking down at the ground. After a long moment Shori set two plates of food on the table and smiled gently at her son.

"Good. I really don't think we could handle another heartbroken Shuichi around here." She looked over at her son with a concerned glance. Kurama looked at her long and hard, waiting for an explanation.

"You don't remember?" Shori said in disbelief. Kurama just shook his head "no" before joining his mother at the table.

"When you were eleven you and (Name) had a pretty serious fight. It was over (Name)'s new boyfriend; you were so angry and jealous. It was so bad that it keep you and her from speaking for quite some time. It was about ten months that you two refused to speak to one another. During that time you became moody and irritable. I had never seen you so upset over someone before. It wasn't until her boyfriend broke up with her that you started talking to her again."  Kurama couldn't help but feel guilty as he remembered what had happened.

Young Shuichi kicked a ball around his back yard, his hands shoved deep into his pockets in an obviously irritated mood.  It wasn't until he heard someone sobbing that he stopped kicking the ball and looked around. It was a soft, silent cry, but his sensitive ears picked up on the sound with easy, following the sound to the next back yard, he had found what he was looking for.

You sat under the large walnut tree in your back yard, your head buried deep within your knees. Your hair fell in messy bouts around your shoulders, and your skirt was crinkled and messed up.  He hesitated for a few moments before he walked over to you and hugged you. Even as you tried to pull away, he just held you. When you were no longer able to fight him, you collapsed into his arms and just sobbed. He held you for a good hour or more, until you finally drifted off into a light sleep…

Kurama sat in silence, the memory flooding back into his mind. He couldn't believe that he had almost forgotten that. It was truly the first and only time he had been jealous in his whole life. Staring down at the table for a few moments, he decided that he should be on his way.

"Thank you mother, I should be going." He stood up, kissed his mother on the cheek, and left for school.  When he reached your house, he was surprised to find that you had already left.

"I'm sorry Shuichi, but she left quite some time ago. She seemed distracted by something." Your mother said, rubbing the back of her head.

"That's quite alright Mrs. (L.Name)." Kurama smiled and bowed lightly. A bit of worry and apprehension filled Kurama as he started his walk to school. You had never been out of bed this early.  He could even feel Youko's worry.

'I'm sure she can take care of herself…' Kurama thought, pushing his worry aside.

You yawned lightly as you sat at a corner booth. Your eyes were half closed when your cell phone began to ring. You glanced at it casually; noticing Kayko's number, blinking a few times you flipped it open.

"Hey where are you?" You said.

"What are you talking about?" Kayko said slight concern in her voice.  You, un-amused, sighed lightly.

"You asked me to meet you at Kildee's over an hour ago. Where are you?" You bit.

"(Name) I didn't ask you. Are you okay?" She said.  You grumbled lightly.

"Just fine. Talk to you later Kay." You hung up the phone and growled.

"Waiting for someone?" You looked up to peer into the silvery grey eyes of some man you had never met before.

"Mmm? No, I'm on my way out." You said with a small smile. He frowned.

"But I've only just got here." He said.  Your eyes narrowed a bit.

"If you would excuse me, I should really get going." You stood up and gathered your stuff. You quickly pushed your way through the crowd of people in the coffee shop and made your way down the sidewalk, feeling as if someone was following you.

It was days like this that you cursed the school uniforms. . .

Kurama was beyond worried.  When you didn't show up to school he could feel his anxiety rise.  You had never missed a day of school for as long as he knew you. Give or take a few days when you were really sick, and he knew you hadn't been seeing as you had left early this morning.  So where were you?

"Hello Shuichi."  Anya said, leading against his desk.  He blinked a few times, and then looked up to meet Anaya's piercing brown eyes.

"Anaya." She seemed taken aback by his informal greeting and pouted slightly.

"We need to talk." She said, placing her hands on her hips.

"It would seem that we do." He said, standing up, briskly walking out the door. Anaya stood stunned for a moment, before she followed close behind.

Kurama walked all the way to the court yard, trying his best to ease his worried mind. He knew why Anaya wanted to talk to him, and to be frank, he could really careless. Right now all that was on his mind was that, for all intensive purposes, you were missing.

"Shuichi are you-"

"I think we should break up." Kurama said, turning towards Anaya as she walked up behind him. She faltered in her step, her eyes wide.

"But I-"

"I'm sorry Anaya, but as much as I love you, my heart belongs to someone else. Even if she doesn't except me or love me in return, my heart will always belong to her. I really am sorry." He said, bowing his head slightly. Anya's eyes brimmed with tears.

"Its (Name), isn't it?" She managed to choke out. Kurama nodded his head slightly. Anaya shook her head and laughed, her tears falling from her eyes.

"I should have guessed…" she took in a deep breath. Walking over, she took his hands in hers; he looked up. Although her eyes were watery with tears and there were mascara streaks on her cheeks, there was no hatred behind her kind eyes.

"I can't blame you. (Name) is a very special person."  She lifted his hands to her lips and placed a soft kiss upon their tops. "Just promise me that we can still be friends."  Kurama smiled and hugged her softly.

"Of course."

"Shuichi!"   Your voice shrieked. It was barely an echo in his ears, but there was no mistaken. Kurama pushed Anaya back and looked around, a wild look in his eyes.

"Shuichi, is everything alright?" Anaya said, looking around for whatever he was looking for.

"I'm sorry, I have to go."  Kurama said and before she had a chance to respond, he was gone.

You panted lightly. Somehow you had managed to get yourself lost. You had been running for what seemed like hours, and no matter which way you turned, things just seemed to get even more confusing. Slowing down to a walk and looked around wearily. You were surrounded by trees and the path you had been on began to disappear. You didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad but all you knew was that you had to keep moving. You could still sense someone following you, and when you looked around, you caught sight of two people hiding in the bushes watching you intently.

Dear gods, what have you gotten yourself into now?

Picking up the pace once more, you began to slip your shoes off, preparing yourself to run once again. You knew taking your shoes off was probably a bad idea but you knew that you would be able to run faster without the constraining flats the school required you to wear. Getting 'ready to make a mad dash away from the creepy people in the shadows, you were shocked when someone seized your arms. Wide eyed and frightened, you thrashed around, dropping your bag in the process.

"Aw now, is that any way to treat an old friend?" The silvery grey eyed male from earlier smiled, flashing you a toothy grin.

"Let go of me you cretin! I can assure you that I have nothing of use to you."  You said trying to free your arms from his grip. With you firm in grip he leaned down and examined your sketch pad.  He smiled wide once more, his fangs shimmering in the dim light,

"I was planning on killing you and eating your heart, but this is so much better. Oh my dear, you will be of great use to us." He nodded to one of his companions', and then your world went dark.

Kurama was beyond furious now. He had been searching for you damn near all day, and his heart sank even farther every moment that you were gone. He could tell in his heart that something was wrong. You were in trouble and no matter what he did; he couldn't seem to find you. The sun had begun to fall below the horizon line mixing the sky with various colors of red, orange and blue.  The first thing he did was contact Yusuke to see if you were with them. When Yusuke had said no and asked why, he became a panicked mess quickly.  You had always been the little sister he never wished he had.  And when Kayko found out by default, she had almost instantly burst into tears and spilled her guts about your earlier conversation. Kurama had sent everyone in different directions in search of you so that they could cover more ground at a quicker pace. Even Hiei volunteered to help by using his Jagan eye. But so far there had been no luck in finding you.  Kurama sighed lightly as he collapsed on a park bench, completely exhausted. He slumped over defeated, when he caught sight of something. It was your school bag, he was sure of it. He stood up quickly and walked over to your bag. Your school work and random bits of paper blew away with the wind.  It wasn't until he came to your sketchbook that he had stopped, his blood running cold. There on the ground was a picture of him and his demon self standing right next to him. Youko Kurama was written across the top in your elegant hand writing. Written across the picture in what was unmistakably blood was a simple message.

Youko Kurama,

If you want the girl back, come and find her.

Kurama growled like a feral animal. Youko's power surged as Kurama stood to his feet, his eyes an odd mixture of emerald green and gold.

< If one hair on her head is harmed I swear->

'Calm yourself Youko. We will find her, and she will be okay. Hiei?'

(Hn…?) Hiei responded quickly.

'I need you to find the others and meet me at Devu~iruzurijji Park immediately.'

You groaned you head pounding and your stomach feeling nauseous.   You could feel something hot and sticky falling down the side of your face. When you went to investigate, you quickly found that your hands had been tied and bound.  Groaning lightly, you tried to open your eyes. You knew, if nothing else, you had to keep yourself awake.

"Well this is boring." The grey eyed male said, tearing the flesh from some poor helpless animal.

"We should just kill her, I'm hungry!" Another male's voice boomed, echoing through the trees.  A few birds cawed and fled into the air.

"You ugly Ogre, if we do that, then Youko will never show up!" A younger male hissed.

"Who are you calling an Ogre you damn brat!"

"Oh wow, stupid too!" The younger male cackled.

"Oh, that's it! Get back here you damn Imp!"  Even though your head protested, you couldn't help but open your eyes wide as the earth shook.  You couldn't believe what you saw.   Before your eyes was a male figure that stood eight feet tall, his skin a sickening green. With every step he took, the earth shook as if there was an earthquake. Then your eyes fell to the other. With speed you had never seen before, the obviously younger male zoomed threw the tree tops, the giant man swatting at him heatedly. You couldn't get a good look at him, but from what you could see….was that a tail?

"That's enough!" The silver eyed male said. "It would seem that our guest is awake." He stood up and brushed himself off, before turning his attentions to you.  You shivered under his piercing stare and shrunk back as far as you could.

"Oh my dear, don't be scared. We're not going to kill you…Yet." He smiled, bearing his fangs.  You felt yourself tremble at his words. His eyes promised much pain, and you didn't like the way he kept eyeing you.

"I-I don't care what you d-do to me, but leave Kurama alone." You bit back, trying your best to keep your fear at bay. Before you could even blink, you felt a hand across your cheek. Tears stung your eyes as you felt small trickles of blood leaving your mouth.

"Pathetic humans. You think you are so grand." The man's eyes glowed sliver. "Such children, yet so arrogant.  Some beings have been on this earth more than 10,000 years." He sighed, lifting your chin so that you looked him in the eyes.

"But that, those looks in your eyes right there. That's why I love you humans, the pure hatred and fear behind those (color) orbs. I will give you one thing. Every emotion you're pathetic breed emits is so pure and strong. I just love it." He laughed as brought your face closer to his. "I can't wait to make you scream."  You thrashed around as he brought his lips down on yours, and then began licking the blood from the corners of your mouth, then he turned his attention to your lips.  It wasn't until one of his companions let out an earth splitting scream, that he stopped his assault on your mouth.

"You would do best to move away from her." Kurama said his teeth clenched in anger.  Yusuke stood by his side, his eyes burning with hatred.

"We've got the big stupid one; you take care of (Name)." Yusuke said, cracking his knuckles. Your captor chuckled lightly.

"Did that," he nodded towards you, "-make you mad Youko Kurama?" Kurama said nothing. He kept his eyes on you. Your eyes were glazed over and the pain and fear that you were feeling emanated from your body.  Kurama re-focused his eyes on the male before him, his anger and hatred redirected towards your captor.  As much as he didn't want you to witness this, he knew it was inevitable.  Releasing his Rose Whip, he glared.

"Let's get this over with..."

As much as you would have like to see your captor get his just deserts, you couldn't force your eyes open any longer. Your head hurt so badly and your vision had been blurry at best.

'I'll just rest my eyes for a moment…' you thought, not able to register much else.  You felt yourself at the edge of sleep when someone shook you lightly.

"(Name), I need you to open your eyes." Kurama's strong voice said. Your mind was hazy, but you held onto his voice as if your life depended on it, which it may as well have.

"Kurama?" You spoke softly.  Kurama froze for a moment.

"Yes (Name), please open your eyes." He spoke as he leaned you over his lap, un-binding your hands.

"I can't, I'm so tired and my head hurts." You whined.

"I know baby, that's why I need you to show me those beautiful (color) eyes of yours." He pulled you into his lap, and caressed your hair lightly, rubbing small circles on your pressure points.  The pain in your head eased slightly. Clinging to the feeling of Kurama holding you, you opened your eyes ever so slightly.

"That's my girl." Kurama smiled lightly.  But no sooner had you opened your eyes fully and a wave of light hit your eyes, another wave of nausea hit you. You quickly pushed Kurama away from you, and relieved your stomach of its containments.  Kurama winced lightly, and as soon as you were finished, he was by your side. You groaned, your stomach feeling heavy but feeling a bit better.  Kurama wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest. You sighed lightly, finally feeling safe.

"How long have you know?" He whispered softly.

"About a year." You said, leaning your head against his chest.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I figured you would tell me when you were ready." You shrugged lightly, hiding your face within Kurama's shirt, trying to hide the blush that crept up on your cheeks. Kurama breathed a sigh of relief as he buried his nose in the side of your neck, breathing deeply.

"I thought I was going to lose you…." He whispered softly into your shoulder. You lifted your head slightly to peer at him .

"I love you Youko Kurama." You smiled softly. He looked up in shock those flecks of gold appearing within his eyes again.

"We love you too (Name)." he smiled wide, placing a soft kiss upon your forehead. He nuzzled the side of your neck again, which caused you to giggle. "Now let me get you home so I can show you just how much I love you." He purred seductively into your ear.

"Kurama!" You squeaked, a deep blush covering your cheeks. Kurama laughed lightly, enjoying the sound of his true name coming from your lips.

"Geeze, get a room!" Yusuke yelled, which caused your blush to deepen, if that was even possible.

~The End.