“Gotta be around here somewhere. Stupid Botan…throwing my shit out into the woods.” Yusuke grumbles, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he scans the ground, looking for the box Botan had jokingly pretended to throw into the forest. Well, pretended until she…
“Huh? Uh…sure. You see a box around here? About this big?” With his hands he depicted that it was roughly the same size as a shoe box. Yusuke was irritated, he had gone through a lot of trouble searching for the book inside it and wasn’t about to let it get lost because of some stupid mistake the reaper had made. ‘Why is this chick out here though?’ He thought suddenly as he looked at her. They were fairly deep in the woods already.
“You aren’t lost are you?” He frowned at her in concern.
Kuro blinked at his sudden question.
“Me lost?” Kuro laughed a bit, the sound light. “I’m not lost. Actually I live here.” The vixen pointed up the path that was a few feet away from were they stood.
Yusuke blinked and looked where she pointed, “I see. Well…thats a relief I guess.” He rubbed the back of his head absently. “Well anyway…yeah that box is black…I really need to get it to Koenma before he gets on my nuts.”
Kuro tilted her head. She hadn’t seen a black box anywhere. At least now while she was out collecting her plants. “Well.. Let me help you find it. I’m sure it can’t be too far and something like that should be noticed.”
The vixen pointed out to the glade. “Was it tossed in t his direction? If so, then a black shoe-box-like thing should stand out a bit..”
“Yeah, you’d think. I have no idea how far she threw it out here though.” Yusuke paused to sigh angrily. “She has a pretty good arm apparently.” Looking to where she pointed he noticed a small color difference at the base of a tree towards the far side of the glade. Jogging over he saw the box, cradled at the base of the tree among the strangest flowers he had ever seen.
“Here it is!” He reached to grab it.
Kuro’s eyes went wide when she saw him heading for the demonic flowers. “Wait-” The teen had already grabbed the box, no doubt covered in the flowers pollen. She’d bet he’d already inhaled some, but hopefully not too much as she ran over to the teen. Kuro linked her arm to his, yanking him away from the flowers. They looked almost like a spider-lillies, the petals purple, but the inner petals that blossomed in the center of them were a bright red. The petals were open and already releasing their white polled about. The “Sweet deception” as she had called them. Kuro cringed a bit, her sharp nose smelling the deceivingly sweet scent.
Using her demonic speed, she took the boy away from the flowers with her, leaning his back against a tree far from the one they were at previously. The shade given to them helped to soothe her a bit, from being out under the sun. She rested her head on his shoulder, catching her breathe a bit.
“That flower…is very dangerous…” she muttered. “It’s something I call sweet deception. It’s pollen, when inhaled, can create odd effects on a person. Nothing too major if it wasn’t too much.”
She leaned her head back, her breathing more even as she offered him a weak smile.
“Sorry, If I had noticed earlier, I would’ve grabbed your box instead. You ok?”
She lowered her lashes, feeling a bit light-headed, and a strange warmth hum through her vein. ‘Oh crap...’ She had inhaled some of the pollen!
“Ah…”, Yusuke swallowed, his mouth had gone dry, his heart pounding in his throat. “Why is it so dangerous?” He was getting worried, he had definately breathed in the pollen, was he going to die again? He leveled his gaze on her where she rested her head on his shoulder and a blush colored his cheeks. She was beautiful, had she been this pretty before?
“Do I need to be worried?” He breathed, not able to take his eyes off of her he rested his hands on her hips lightly, feeling like he had no other choice but to touch her.
Kuro didn’t resist when he tugged her up, pressing his own lips to hers. Seems like they were both past the point of no return now. She brought her hands up, wrapping them around his neck as she deepened the kiss. She nipped at his lower lip, flicking her tongue over it. She let him battle her own tongue for dominance as she shuddered, feeling his hands bring her flush against him.
The vixen groaned when she felt his hand grab her breast, his tumb carressing the nipple through the fabric of her shirt. She felt her blood hum as a molten heat began to flow through her veins, swirling warmth down to her core. As she continued the kiss, she slipped one hand down his chest. The man had muscle, something the right woman could appreciate as she traced the curve and dips beneath his shirt. Breaking the kiss, she muttered, “Clothes off.” Already she was unbuttoning the top of her dress, she wasn’t one for bra’s, only wearing them when she needed too. Guess today was a lucky day for him. She found herself kissing him again, once the material fell off, her softer frame against his own.