spirit-thief1:

Her stubbornness angered him as she wriggled in his grasp,” I’ve trained my body for thousands of years to handle amounts of pain one could not easily imagine. You have a perforating injury, Kuro- do you not understand that you need to lie still?”

“As for my injuries- I do not take pleasure inflicting pain on friends and you didn’t need to suffer alone. You were controlled by a parasite, and don’t you damn well think that there was anything you could have done about them. Now sit still.” He hoped the anger in his voice would shock her enough into heeding his words.

Kurama thought quickly for a moment, he’d had a small supply of plants on hand that could help as a first aid, but not nearly enough. This would mean they’d have to run by his home to where he’d had them stocked, but he couldn’t have her over in her condition.

“Kuro, I’m going to place you down and use some of my energy to heal your stomach, but first I’m going to need you to lie extremely still. We need to get the chain out of your wound, and I will not lie when I say it’s going to be painful.” He set her down gently, and pulled a seed from his hair- manipulating it to tiny vines that crawled into her wound, the greenery wrapping around the chain. He had the vines slowly come out, pulling the foreign body out of her. Once out, he quickly placed his hand over her stomach shooting healing energy onto her. After a while the would was nothing left but a few minor scratches.

When he was done he’d helped her up, and knowing her to be the stubborn kitsune that she was- his tactic was guilt. “We need to make a trip to my house, I don’t have the stamina to heal my wound on top of yours. And besides, I need to place a cream onto your stomach as well as where the parasite had latched onto you.”

He noticed her slight wobble as she stood,” you’ll be able to walk, correct? I’m afraid I cannot carry you with my injury being where it is…” Kurama shot her a sheepish smile.

At his first comment, the vixen snapped at him, her temper flaring. “And I lived centuries sitting on my ass.” she narrowed her eyes at him, meeting his glare with her own. She certainly didn’t fear him, and wasn’t going to start now, considering they were about the same age. At the word parasite, she turned her gaze away from him. It was careless of her to have let it take control over her like that. Now she can’t even lower her own guard in the sanctuary of her own home. ‘Wonderful’ she thought bitterly.

“Kuro, I’m going to place you down and use some of my energy to heal your stomach, but first I’m going to need you to lie extremely still. We need to get the chain out of your wound, and I will not lie when I say it’s going to be painful.”

She nodded her head quietly as he lowered her down. She watched as he summoned a plant, the vines slipping inside her. She grit her teeth as a bead of sweat trickled down her cheek. She kept her eyes shut, feeling the chain slowly being removed out of her. The sharp pain spiking up her lower intestine to her spine. Still, she kept her expression mild, her own body understanding pain very well. She simply kept her gaze half-way open as she plucked the chain out, once removed, it disintegrated. She felt kurama’s hand on her stomach then, his energy fusing with her own and advancing her healing abilities. She was nearly tempted to snatch his wrist, but restrained herself knowing he’d probably pin her or something to make sure she healed. 

When there was nothing left but a few scratches, she gingerly accept his help to stand up. Her fox ear’s twitched as he spoke to her.

“We need to make a trip to my house, I don’t have the stamina to heal my wound on top of yours. And besides, I need to place a cream onto your stomach as well as where the parasite had latched onto you.”

She knew he was trying to manipulate her, coax her via guilt to follow him. And she hated it. Hated  that he was so damn persistent and stubborn. And above all, hated that he was being nice with her, despite his tactic. When she tried to move, the world spun for a moment. She felt kurama hold her steady as she regained her proper senses. ‘Damn anemia..’

”You’ll be able to walk, correct? I’m afraid I cannot carry you with my injury being where it is…” 

Kuro sighed, nodding her head. “Wakata…” she muttered, trying to reign down her attitude. She only had herself to blame for all this. Once they arrived to his home, he lead her to what she figured was his room. She already knew that he’d try treating her first. 

She untied the sash of her bloodied kimono,  she held it as she peeled the one layer’d kimono open.  She nearly hissed at the fabric that stuck to her sensitive skin, but peeled it off, holding the side of the kimono. She gazed down at the minor scratches, they were tinged red from both blood and irritation of the skin. A hand appeared in her line of vision, applying a cool cream against her skin. It made her wince, but she kept still, restraining the urge to push the other male away as well. 

When he asked her about her neck, she hesitated then. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, since she did. The problem was that given her weak condition, how was she to cover up her scar’s with an illusion? 

“Hold on…” she mumbled, brushing her hair over her shoulder, she kept her kimono up, using it to shield her horrid back from him and all the history that marked her. Unaware that the kimono dipped back, exposing both her neck and a small crack of her back, revealing a few thin scar’s to the other fox. The skin at the  base of her neck was now scarred, appearing almost singed after the parasite left.  The cool cream he began to apply there made her sigh almost in relief. Once he’d finished, kurama gave her a spare shirt and boxers as he pointed to the bathroom for her to change into. 

She nodded her head, mumbling a “thank you.” as she walked over. Just before she closed the door, she added. “Better start treating yourself..” 

She slipped out of her bloodied clothes, then paused to gaze at the mirror. Her hair was still damp from all the rain, but all traces of being possessed where gone. She turned to look at her back, and scowled at what she saw. Most of her scars had faded over time,  but they were still noticeable in the right light. Sighing, she changed and tied her hair into a braid. She picked up her torn and stained clothes as she walked out the bathroom. She used a little bit of her energy to make it vanish. Crossing her arms, she looked back at kurama with a frown. She knew damn well who he worked for and knew one way or another, she’d have to pay.

“So what happens now…?”She ignored how the shirt was big on her, stopping above her thighs. She tugged a dark curl, waiting for his response.

(Source: kurokit)

sanosuke-harada:

kurokit:

What other sides? Ho. He must really want her to punch him. Really he does. The nerve. She narrowed her eyes, a light blush on her cheeks. She wanted to open her mouth and curse him out. Hell, the fact that he joked about the time they had in the storeroom just pissed her off. She lowered her head a bit, feeling to angry to hit him just yet. ‘So that’s how it is..’

Recalling the time in the storage room, kuro remembered his jealousy then. How possessive he was, territorial. She should have expected that he wouldn’t have liked dominic. No, not with his jealousy of boys’ flocking her. Anger fueled her temper, making her lift up her chin. Her eyes leveled as her composure, but her eyes said another story.

“Depends. What about you?” She shot back, swatting his arms off her. She then raised her knee, her foot leaning on the wall. “You don’t think I ever get annoyed? Jealous? Pissed the hell off? Especially when I know that another babe can waltz on by and draw your attention?” 

She kept her tone mild, but there was a crack of anger there. Sharp as a blade. “Dominic isn’t something to worry about when he see’s me as his sister. No. I’m the one whose freaking out. Because I can’t stand the very idea of someone else getting your attention.”

She tapped a finger over her chest. “But I’ve kept that in check. I may have a temper sano, but I’m restraining the damn urge to hit you upside the head, since it seems like you asking for it. But I got one better. Words. They always hurt more.”

She scowled then, turning on her heel as she shoved herself off the wall. 

“Dammit sanosuke. I’m not quitting what I love for anyone. That stage is mine to grab and keep. I’ve trained for it far too long to stop now.You don’t like it, then I’m so sorry. I’m sure you can easily find another girl to be with that’s around your age.” 

She didn’t bother looking back, knowing that if she did, he’d see the tears in her eyes. Tears of anger. Rage. Bitterness. Things that she normally didn’t feel. It’d probably be safer for him. Logical. Even angry, she still thought about him. God dammit. She lifted her bag and reached for the door.

Sano scowled when she went for the door, and he felt his temper flare, exactly what he had been trying to avoid when he had gone straight home. Except now he had a few beers in his system, tossed back hastily as soon as he got home. Not enough for him to be drunk, but enough to make him irrational. He hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her against him.

“Did I ever ask you to quit dancing?” he asked as he put his hand over her mouth to keep her from protesting his grabbing her. “Did I? I don’t think it’s awful of me to react the way I did. The girlfriend I risk everything to be with runs off with some dashing foreigner she’s obviously known for a while, holding hands, and then I see her dance like that with him?” He carried her to the living room, lifting her off her feet effortlessly. He tossed her down on the couch roughly, standing between her and the door.

“I didn’t say I want you to quit dancing. Fuck, as much as he pisses me off, I never even asked you to quit dancing with that prick!” Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew his language was starting to get foul, but he was too angry and tipsy to care. “I only said I don’t want to see him touch you like that, or kiss you on the cheek in public, or generally do things that would make any normal man jealous!” He ran a hand over his face and momentarily lost interest in yelling at her, going to his fridge to get another beer and start on it. Then he thought better of it and set it on the table next to his last one, which had already gotten to room temperature.

“I’ll walk you home,” he said quietly, his temper abated for now. He slipped on some shoes and made sure he had his phone and keys. Then he looked over to where she hadn’t moved. “I tried to stay away from you until I had drank it out and calmed down, but you followed me. I bet if I saw a different dance today, I would have thought it was beautiful.” He lit a cigarette and nodded in the direction of the door. “Either I walk you home now or you stay the night. I don’t want to hear that my girlfriend was snatched up on her way home when I get to school tomorrow.”

Kuro grunted, feeling his arms around her and lifting her up. She struggled in his hold, when his hand came over her mouth, muffling her angry swears. As he spoke, he dropped her onto his sofa. And not too gently either, her head hitting the back of it. She winced, glaring at him as he snapped at her.

 “I only said I don’t want to see him touch you like that, or kiss you on the cheek in public, or generally do things that would make any normal man jealous!”

She scowled when he walked off to get something out of the  fridge.  And by the looks of empty bottles she’d noticed, it’d probably be another beer. When he came back with said bottle she wasn’t surprised.

“You want me to stop being so friendly with dominic..”

Dominic would be offended, considering his ethnicity. The holding hands part she could do, but it was in his culture to greet people with a kiss on the cheek, and even receive one in return. It was something he was sensitive about.

“I’ll walk you home.”

 His sudden mood swing had her hold her tongue back. Him? Walk her home. Nope. She was still too pissed off to just waltz out together with him. And she knew he wouldn’t let her go all by herself. She watched him light his cigarette as he continued talking. Saying that if he saw another dance he probably would’ve found it beautiful. tch. typical of a man to say that when they’ve thrown their tantrum. She took a moment to calm down, take a deep breath, and simply gaze at him.

Not angry. Not jealous. Just stare at him. Funny how she remember’s the time her aniki and kimi-nee got into a fight. She wound up hanging out with kimi-nee and learned that despite her anger, she could tell that the woman sincerely loved her brother. And often, they always made up afterwards. Kimi-nee told her that when both parties where angry, it’s sometimes better to stop, and look at it differently. Then maybe you’ll see something you missed. Maybe you’ll feel something different.

And she did. Despite him being in a bad mood along with her. Sanosuke still planned on walking her home, still called her his girlfriend. And still trying to find an answer to this mess. And she still found him handsome, even with his glasses on. And she still lo…liked him a lot. Just how did they wound up here?

“Just what are we doing sano…?” she muttered, no longer angry, just…sad? She blinked, hearing the sound of something hitting the glass. Looking at the window, she saw that it was raining, pouring. And it made her chuckle, since when they met the second time, it started pouring down on them both.

“I’ll stay, but no more arguing. I don’t like fighting you.” She turned her gaze to look at him. “Even if your tipsy. I’ve no interest in quarreling anymore.” She then pointed at the window. “But if your still feeling hot, then there’s plenty of cold rain to cool you down. And just so you know, tomorrow’s sunday. No school sensei.”

sanosuke-harada:

kurokit:

It all happened so quickly. In one blur, she found herself pinned against the wall of his apartment. Before she could even say anything, his lips were against hers. The kiss rough, possessive and jealous. Uncounciously, she clinged onto his shirt, as he continued kissing her. In between the kisses, she was able to hear him growl.

“Don’t let him kiss you.”

“Don’t let him put his leg between yours.”

“Don’t hold hands with him.”

When he finally broke off the kiss, she felt dazed, her cheeks flushed as she tried to catch her breath. 

“I don’t want to hear any more about him, Kuro. Not at the moment.”

Kuro gazed at him, strangely calm as she looked at him. “You tango is a dance of passion and love. Before, I couldn’t have been able to dance it. What I was actually thinking about was you. Back on the stage, I wasn’t looking at him. I kept imagining you. Sano, you’ve got me crazy for you. If I ever was with someone else, I’d wind up thinking about you instead of them.”

She chuckled then, “Or maybe I’m just a silly teen whose just losing it. Hm?” She leved her gaze, looking straight into his amber ones. “Shall I show you my feelings? My passions? Sides of me that only you see and no one else.”

Sano wasn’t sure if he bought her story, she seemed far too practiced to have been unable to dance the tango before she met him… But he knew that now was no time to call her on it. Whether she was trying to poke him right back, or diffuse the situation, he didn’t care. She was trying to do something, the opposite of his desire to ignore everything until his anger faded.

He took a moment to get out of his own head and just look at her, look into her eyes, a little bitter at his jealousy, the tense set of her mouth, her frustrated posture. He didn’t really know how to diffuse her. So he tried something else. Maybe make her a little angrier or something.

“I certainly hope I’m the only one who gets to see the side of you I saw in the storeroom,” he joked, lowering his hand from one arm to place it on her waist. Maybe he wanted her to hit him so he could feel better, but he doubted she actually would. He just had no idea what to say to her. “What other sides of you are exclusive?”

What other sides? Ho. He must really want her to punch him. Really he does. The nerve. She narrowed her eyes, a light blush on her cheeks. She wanted to open her mouth and curse him out. Hell, the fact that he joked about the time they had in the storeroom just pissed her off. She lowered her head a bit, feeling to angry to hit him just yet. ‘So that’s how it is..’

Recalling the time in the storage room, kuro remembered his jealousy then. How possessive he was, territorial. She should have expected that he wouldn’t have liked dominic. No, not with his jealousy of boys’ flocking her. Anger fueled her temper, making her lift up her chin. Her eyes leveled as her composure, but her eyes said another story.

“Depends. What about you?” She shot back, swatting his arms off her. She then raised her knee, her foot leaning on the wall. “You don’t think I ever get annoyed? Jealous? Pissed the hell off? Especially when I know that another babe can waltz on by and draw your attention?” 

She kept her tone mild, but there was a crack of anger there. Sharp as a blade. “Dominic isn’t something to worry about when he see’s me as his sister. No. I’m the one whose freaking out. Because I can’t stand the very idea of someone else getting your attention.”

She tapped a finger over her chest. “But I’ve kept that in check. I may have a temper sano, but I’m restraining the damn urge to hit you upside the head, since it seems like you asking for it. But I got one better. Words. They always hurt more.”

She scowled then, turning on her heel as she shoved herself off the wall. 

“Dammit sanosuke. I’m not quitting what I love for anyone. That stage is mine to grab and keep. I’ve trained for it far too long to stop now.You don’t like it, then I’m so sorry. I’m sure you can easily find another girl to be with that’s around your age.” 

She didn’t bother looking back, knowing that if she did, he’d see the tears in her eyes. Tears of anger. Rage. Bitterness. Things that she normally didn’t feel. It’d probably be safer for him. Logical. Even angry, she still thought about him. God dammit. She lifted her bag and reached for the door.

sanosuke-harada:

kurokit:

Kuro smiled into the mirror, loving the black dress that strapped around her neck, making a “x” before the silken material hugged her waist. It was dipped behind her, exposing her upper shoulders and  a bit of her back. But not enough to reveal her scar. Typical Dominic, he knew how to acessorize her just right. The make-up artist helped her with her hair, tying it into a neat bun, adorned by a red rose, matching her rose-colored lips. She let a few loose curls slip around her face, and a few down her neck, making the look unique and her own. She eye’d the pin black heels she wore that strapped around her ankle. It was cute, only two 3 inches maybe. She glanced at her bag, recalling that she wanted to hang-out with her boyfriend earlier, if not for the surprise visit.

She grabbed her cell phone, debating on what to text him. She’d like to see sanosuke later, but wasn’t sure what would happen. Dominic was very… distracting. And although she knew he meant well, and did care for her friend. She felt guilty for not messaging sanosuke earlier. Sighing, She sent him a text, knowing he’d probably be in school still.

< I’ll see you later.> -kurohime.

She smiled at her phone. When she saw sanosuke later, she’d have to tell him about her dance partner and dear friend. Kuro almost felt like adding some symbols or something to show that she cared, but thought that it’d be silly of her. She had very strong feelings for him, but she couldn’t be sure of his. Sanosuke is older then her after all.

Sighing, she tucked away her phone into her bag, then walked toward the door that lead to the backstage. There, she saw dominic, all dressed up in a simple silken black button-down shirt and black pants. He was given a black fedora, his hair in a neater rat-tail.

“Hime, you look linda~.”

Kuro smiled, walking over to him. “And you look like a spanish dancer straight from a movie.”

His eyes lit up. “Oh? Which one? Dirty dancing?” he teased, and she swatted his shoulder lightly, shaking her head.

“Oh, Dol-kun. After this, there’s someone I’d like to tell you about.” 

He sharpened his gaze on her, and she felt like cringing internally, recognizing that look from her brothers.

“Who is he? And how did he sway my hime?” he crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing her like a scolded child.

“Dominic, later. And don’t give me that look either.” She pouted, making him sigh. 

“I only worry, since I’d hate for a wolf to snatch away adorable, little, defensless-Ai!” he winced, rubbing the arm she smacked.

“I’m still here. Now c’mon. It’s our turn.” she twitched at him, then calmed herself as she took her spot on the stage before the curtain rose. The guy can either be her bestest male friend, or her other brother. As if she didn’t have enough already.

Dominic took his position across from her, she kept her back turned, looking away from him. As the curtain rose, she fell herself falling into character with the theme.

Dominic approached her calmly, his hands in his pockets as he spoked.

“Hello there darling…”

Kuro tilted her head in his direction, her eyes going wide for a moment before narrowing. She stayed quiet as he continued, his hand skimming up her arm, then to her chin as she was made to turn and face him.

“Miss me? You know it wasn’t very nice of you. Leaving me behind as you did.” He tilted his head, his smile soft as he leaned closer.

Kuro swatted his arm away, chuckling.

“You flatter yourself too much, and remember? You had said it was over. So it’s done.” 

As the music began to play, he tugged her wrist, trying to pull her against him.

“Dance with me then.”  Kuro let her eyes widen for a second before turning to face him. “Excuse me? You don’t dance.”

Dominic smiled, bringing her closer, his arm wrapping around her waste. “One of my many talents love.”

Kuro placed a hand on his shoulder, raising a curt eyebrow. “Oh? Lazy too then?”

He tightened his grip on her waist, making her wince out-loud as they got into position. “Think you can keep up?”

She lifted her chin up, looking away from him in a haughty manner. “Can you?”

He turned his head to look at her, moving together with her a few steps. The music soft, violins and guitars mixing together harmoniously as they danced around softly. A piano suddenly joined the mix, the notes adding a sensual and electric current to her blood stream.

Then he twirled her out of his arms, making her spin on her heel away from him. Taking her silent cue, kuro lifted her arms into the air, sliding them down her sides as the side sash of her dress parted, revealing the slit of her black skirt that exposed her calves and the lower thighs. It swayed around her gracefully as she gazed at him, her hips swaying slowly as she waved her hand out to him, beckoning him.

When Dominic got close enough, they circled one another, her hand on his chest then he slid his hand behind her back. She tilted her head, her eyes fluttering down as she arched back. He then straightened her, twirling her with one hand. She spun fluidly on her heel, the skirt fluttering around in a smooth grace. Dominic caught her hand with his own, his other hand on her back. Their gaze locked as they both slid one leg back, lowering themselves down a moment. Kuro kept her gaze on him, her forehead touching his as he raised their joined hands up into the air. He guided her in a circle, her leg hooking over his thigh as they spun. Dominic then lowered their hands, making her dip herself backwards, briefly seeing the audience. And for a split-second she swore she saw something familiar. 

Dominic re-lifted her up, re-connecting her gaze to his. She un-hooked her leg, swaying her hips with one heel as she raised up her knee. Dominic kicked his leg back between her legs when kuro lowered her foot. She did the same for a moment, the two dancing around each other again. He spun her in his arms, bringing her back up against his torso. He kept on hand on her stomach, lowering their linked hands as they danced a few steps to the side of the stage. Kuro kept turning her head away from time to time.

She kicked her foot up, then was spun in a small circle, her arms easily catching his shoulders as she twisted her hips to move feet around his foot. She danced around him, her eyes steady as he held her hand. Then he spun her out, but held her hand when faced her back. She let go of his hand, swatting it with her other hand as she twirled around. 

He spun about, making her face his back, then she leaned up against him, her knee rising up over his hip. Then just as quickly removed herself off him just as he traced her knee, taking a few steps back as he turned to face her. He prowled towards her, as she dropped to one knee as she raised up her hand, dominic slipped his hand under her arms. Bringing her up, she spun around and dominic’s hand slipped around her shoulder’s making her dip backwards for a spilt-second before bringing her back flush against his chest. She brought her arms up to her chest.

The tempo of the the music taking a more sensual tone as she tilted her head back into his shoulder. They walked together a few steps forward,  some of kuro’s bangs spilling over her eye. She was spun around his arms, leaning back as he ghost his hand over her side, holding her to him with his arm. Kuro simply closed her eyes, leaning back.

When she was spun out, she raised her hand up into the air, then skipped her knee’s onto dominic’s thigh. He held her steady as he lifted her up, her foot kicking into the air before being brought down to the floor of the stage. She was on her knee’s, one hand on his arm, the other on his shoulder.

As she caught her breath, they music slowed then ended. The audience’s applause reached their ears. Dominic grinned as he lifted her up, the two of them turning to face the people who were clapping for them. They bowed their hands, kuro looked back up, a breathless smile on her face. Dominic caught a flower that was tossed in their direction. He handed it to her, and kuro accepted it with a smile.

With a final bow, she gazed over the audience, already knowing that none of them would’ve been familiar faces. That is, until, she locked her gaze with glittering amber ones. 

‘Sanosuke..’ she felt his eyes look straight through her very being down into her very soul. And for a moment, all she saw was him, not the applauding audience, just him. And he appeared calm, but she could tell. He was not pleased.

She barely even noticed dominic pulling her hand, leading her back stage. When he turned his head to gaze at her, he frown.

“Hey.. What’s wrong?” His hand brushed the side of her face, worry in his emerald eyes. Kuro blinked, nibbling her lower lip.

“I just saw my boyfriend..”

Sano had wandered through the theater, seeing people line up to purchase tickets for some kind of show. He didn’t see Kuro or the man she had been with anywhere, so he assumed, correctly, that it was her show. Gingerly, he bought a ticket and went inside, sitting somewhere near the middle. His cell phone sat aggravatingly silent in his pocket, and he set his bag down by his feet as he waited for whatever show it was to start.

Other people filed in and there were still a few people shuffling down aisles when the curtains parted and music started. As with poetry and the English language, he wasn’t one for the language of dancing, but he understood the theme just fine. He once again struggled with his role as a lover and his small fatherly feeling toward her. Both sides agreed: if he was going to risk his career and arrest to date her, he didn’t deserve to see this. The dance was too sexual in nature, and he wanted to punch the guy’s face in, whoever he was.

Once the song ended, people around him stood up to applause, throwing flowers towards the stage and cheering. He offered her a rose, and that was when Sano stood up to leave, but he was stopped when she made eye contact. He didn’t gesture, didn’t mouth anything to her, merely lifted his hands to clap slowly for a few long moments. Then he picked up his bag and was the first to leave.

On the way home, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, ignored the missed notifications icon, and shut it off. He realized he was being immature, that he should give her a chance to explain before jumping to conclusions, but when it came to Kuro, he had a hard time reigning in his temper. He felt betrayed. And he needed to cool down before he saw her, or he would regret it later.

She felt like such an idiot. Of course he wouldn’t be waiting for her, nope. Not a chance in hell after seeing her performance with dominic. Kuro told dominic she’d explain everything later, and ran into the dressing room. She changed quickly and rushed out as fast as she could, her hair still pinned up as she tried calling sanosuke. And naturally, he didn’t pick up.

“Stubborn man..” she muttered, making her way to his apartment. She had changed into a plain skirt and a zipped up hoodie earlier. She kept the remains of her belongings in her back. Raising her hand, she knocked on his door, then leaned on the wall next to it. When she heard footstep shuffling to the door, she took a breath and spoke up.

“Don’t open it.” were her first words. “I know your angry, so… just hear me out.” She ran a hand through her hair. “That was my dance partner, dominic, he’s was on a dance tour for a month. Recently got back and found a gig for me. I know you didn’t like what you saw, but… Dominic’s been my partner since I was 14. And dancing… It’s something I can’t stop myself from doing. I love performing too much to quit.” Sighing, she tilted her head up, looking at the ceiling. “I love being on that stage. It’s why I came here, to kyoto. And then I met you. A silly man whose got me around his finger.”

She lowered her lashes, feeling a weights over her heart. It made her feel crummy and incredibly… lonely.

“Just so you know. Dominic’s bi, and I’d be terrified if he ever liked you. And I dance more then just tango…” After a pause, she lifted herself off the wall. “Well.. Thats that..” She lifted up her bag. “See you. Sano.”

sanosuke-harada:

kurokit:

“I said, tell me! I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell you were doing in that alley!”

His tone made her growl out of reflex, her own temper flaring. Still, she reined it back, searching within herself for some old patience. It wasn’t his fault that she was in this condition. It was her own.

“Kuro, this is important. Something’s been bothering you for a while, and I wish you would tell me about it. Am I that unreliable?”

No, the man was too reliable, almost like a dream. She leaned on the wall, her eyes on the moon that hung in the sky.

“If you need something, ask me, dammit.”

Funny, he sounded a lot like her sister when he was angry. If she wasn’t so conflicted, she’d probably have laughed.

“I’m a fox demon, sanosuke.. I was hungry.” she answered simply, keeping her back to him. “I crave two things, either energy or blood. In the human world, there arn’t that many human’s here besides maybe your friends and a few rare others that have enough energy for me to feed on. I’d normally just feed off another demon, maybe even killing him in the process.” she shrugged, uncaring and indifferent about killing another youkai…or maybe human. “Since coming here, I’ve been on a strict diet. I can’t stop it since it’s something I require. Not to live. Rather to stay sane.” Blood. Being more demonic then most foxes, it was something that always helped clear her head whenever she felt her demonic tendencies flashing.

She toyed with her sash, untying it and letting it drop. Her kimono slipped down her arms, hooking to her elbows. “I normally keep an illusion over this, but I supposed you’d have seen it eventually.”

Her tone was mild, eeriely calm as she brushed her hair away from her back. The illusion often made it appear as if her back was smooth, but that was the farthest thing from the truth. Her lightly tanned back was decorated with scars, some noticably longer then others running across her shoulder blade down to her hip. Others faded, from time that had passed.

“Odd right? How a demon who can heal has scars?” It was a rhetorical question that made her smile, but the light in her eyes held no humor as she continued.

“It wasn’t because I didn’t want to heal. Rather I couldn’t. I was still young, didn’t know much about feeding habits and didn’t have anyone or anything to rely on. Eventually I lost it. Massacred villages, raided homes of anyone I felt was the enemy. Be it human or demon. Then a hunter captured me. The kind that are more into collections. He had me starved on purpose, so that these injuries wouldn’t heal properly.” 

She sighed, tilting her head to the side. It was ironic that the hunter was the one who named her. “I suppose I surprised him though.” she chuckled, she was practically dead when he came into her cell. “He offered me a soup, made of human flesh, just to mock me and remind me of what I’d done. So I tapped into the power I had via rage. He was shocked when his own shadow became his demise. After that, I escaped and didn’t look back. Fell into a bit of a relapse before coming back into the human world. The constant power struggles of the demon world had me tired. Then I came here. Over time, traveled, trained, and eventually found myself staying in kyoto. Where I met an interesting group of people. And above all, a very interesting man.”

At this point, she turned her head, looking at sanosuke with the eyes she was known to have. Scarlet eyes that hunters wanted for their uniqueness in their shade of red. Similar to her black fur. Her fox ears and tail had already slipped out earlier when she was talking. Her tail swished lowly by her feet as she stared at sanosuke.

“You still want to be hear? Around a dangerous woman? A demon…?”

Sano listened to her story in silence, keeping utterly still. Towards the end, he slipped out of his blue haori, setting it aside with his head guard. As soon as she stopped speaking, he hooked one hand around her shoulder and pulled her against his chest. He disregarded her half-shed kimono, running a hand gently down her back, feeling the ridges and dips of her scars. It made him utterly sad, but he wouldn’t cry for her today. She had other needs.

“Drink my blood if that’s what you need,” he whispered against the top of her head. He rested his hand on the small of her back, still upset by the marks. He wished futilely that he had been there to protect her, but it was obviously far too long ago for him to have been able to. He sat down with her in his lap, and lifted her chin to his neck. “Bite me and drink. Don’t argue.”

The kitsune was surprised when he suddenly placed an arm around her shoulder, bringing herself to his chest. She felt his hands trace her scars, his touch light and gentle, almost afraid that they would hurt if he touch them. Despite the fact that they happened decades ago. The scars old, some more faded into her skin then others. His next words had her eyes snap open.

“Drink my blood if that’s what you need.”

She felt numb as he lead her down, sitting her on his lap. Did he just tell her to bite him? That was too risky. Even with all the years of meditation and practiced patience, she couldn’t take that leap. It frightened her too much. Sanosuke’s hand lifted her chin, bringing it to his throat. 

“Bite me and drink. Don’t argue.”

Kuro could practically see the blood running through his veins, her fangs lengthening at the sight. She felt her body lean into his, her hands clutching onto his shoulders. She was still hungry, but since she fed off that woman earlier, she knew she wouldn’t need to take too much. She purred quietly, brushing her lips against his throat, gently licking the area she intended to bite. One of her hands slid up his chest to rest her palm against his throat. ‘blood’ she thought in a hungry daze. Her fangs scraping his neck as a warning. “Gomen..” she murmured apologetically, then she let her fangs sink into his neck.

It was her first time tasting Sanosuke’s blood, the flavor unique, spicy but sweet, a taste all of his own. It made her shudder as she sent more pleasurable thoughts into his mind, something she did out of reflex whenever she bit someone. Her black tail swished, the instincts within her telling her to claim him, to give him her mark. The mark that meant he belonged to her and no other. She growled lowly, her fangs digging themselves deeper as she took another gulp. 

Then, as soon as she felt her head clear, she removed her fangs, her ears flicking down at the wound. She licked away at the blood that slipped down his throat. Her tongue sealing the holes she made into his skin.

Worried she might have taken too much, she looked back at sano, guilty, embarrassed, and worried. “Sano, are you alright?” She placed both her hands to the side of his face, frowning at having to actually mark him. The bite marks may have healed, but now he had a new scar on the lower part of his neck. Her mark.

sanosuke-harada:

kurokit:

Kuro snickered when sano told her to remind him to be on her good side. “You always are..” she murmured, letting him wipe away her fake tears. She sighed, closing her eyes as he carried her back to her home. She mentally dismissed the illusion once they had walked far away from sanosuke’s men. It was funny how the sound of his heart-beat kept her calm and at the same time, made her edgy. She only had taken a small amount of blood from the woman before. She barely noticed that they were back at her manor.

“So what’s going on? You never told me.”

She sighed, keeping her eyes close as she fought back her internal instincts to bite the man. Her lover. Tilting her head down, her black hair shielded her eyes from him.

“I’m alright sano. You can put me down.” she tried to make her voice calm, even, but there was a faint note of urgency. A small warning that he should leave. Go. Before she left him a scar of her own. “I’m sure hijikata-san will ask for you, along with your friends.” It was a silent plea for him to leave. To remind him of his other priorities. To not worry about her own demon affairs.

Sano frowned, not budging an inch. Relationships were supposed to be a two-person thing, weren’t they? She tried to move away from him and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. Trying to keep his temper in check. “I said, tell me! I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell you were doing in that alley!” He took a deep breath, letting go of her wrist and running a hand through his hair.

He frowned as he removed his head guard. “Kuro, this is important. Something’s been bothering you for a while, and I wish you would tell me about it. Am I that unreliable?” he asked in a huff, setting his spear aside. “If you need something, ask me, dammit.” He had already internally committed to her, against his better judgement. If she wasn’t going to rely on him, there was going to be a problem.

“I said, tell me! I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell you were doing in that alley!”

His tone made her growl out of reflex, her own temper flaring. Still, she reined it back, searching within herself for some old patience. It wasn’t his fault that she was in this condition. It was her own.

“Kuro, this is important. Something’s been bothering you for a while, and I wish you would tell me about it. Am I that unreliable?”

No, the man was too reliable, almost like a dream. She leaned on the wall, her eyes on the moon that hung in the sky.

“If you need something, ask me, dammit.”

Funny, he sounded a lot like her sister when he was angry. If she wasn’t so conflicted, she’d probably have laughed.

“I’m a fox demon, sanosuke.. I was hungry.” she answered simply, keeping her back to him. “I crave two things, either energy or blood. In the human world, there arn’t that many human’s here besides maybe your friends and a few rare others that have enough energy for me to feed on. I’d normally just feed off another demon, maybe even killing him in the process.” she shrugged, uncaring and indifferent about killing another youkai…or maybe human. “Since coming here, I’ve been on a strict diet. I can’t stop it since it’s something I require. Not to live. Rather to stay sane.” Blood. Being more demonic then most foxes, it was something that always helped clear her head whenever she felt her demonic tendencies flashing.

She toyed with her sash, untying it and letting it drop. Her kimono slipped down her arms, hooking to her elbows. “I normally keep an illusion over this, but I supposed you’d have seen it eventually.”

Her tone was mild, eeriely calm as she brushed her hair away from her back. The illusion often made it appear as if her back was smooth, but that was the farthest thing from the truth. Her lightly tanned back was decorated with scars, some noticably longer then others running across her shoulder blade down to her hip. Others faded, from time that had passed.

“Odd right? How a demon who can heal has scars?” It was a rhetorical question that made her smile, but the light in her eyes held no humor as she continued.

“It wasn’t because I didn’t want to heal. Rather I couldn’t. I was still young, didn’t know much about feeding habits and didn’t have anyone or anything to rely on. Eventually I lost it. Massacred villages, raided homes of anyone I felt was the enemy. Be it human or demon. Then a hunter captured me. The kind that are more into collections. He had me starved on purpose, so that these injuries wouldn’t heal properly.” 

She sighed, tilting her head to the side. It was ironic that the hunter was the one who named her. “I suppose I surprised him though.” she chuckled, she was practically dead when he came into her cell. “He offered me a soup, made of human flesh, just to mock me and remind me of what I’d done. So I tapped into the power I had via rage. He was shocked when his own shadow became his demise. After that, I escaped and didn’t look back. Fell into a bit of a relapse before coming back into the human world. The constant power struggles of the demon world had me tired. Then I came here. Over time, traveled, trained, and eventually found myself staying in kyoto. Where I met an interesting group of people. And above all, a very interesting man.”

At this point, she turned her head, looking at sanosuke with the eyes she was known to have. Scarlet eyes that hunters wanted for their uniqueness in their shade of red. Similar to her black fur. Her fox ears and tail had already slipped out earlier when she was talking. Her tail swished lowly by her feet as she stared at sanosuke.

“You still want to be here? Around a dangerous woman? A demon…?”

sanosuke-harada:

kurokit:

Kuro’s eyes snapped wide when she heard the sound of a familiar voice. Sanosuke?How long had he been watching? Had he seen her?

Not good. She hadn’t even summoned her next prey to feed off yet. She was still hungry. In her current conditions, she really didn’t want to risk biting him, sinking her fangs into him. She groaned mentally, shaking her head. She swallowed thickly, before answering quietly.

“Don’t come closer sano…I’m..not myself…” she prayed that the man wouldn’t argue as she closed her eyes. She hid away her scarlet gaze, even turning her head away within the shadows.

With as weak an argument as that, of course Sano would never have listened. Especially since it was Kuro. He waved away another of his men who was trying to come see if everything was okay. “I’ll take care of it. Give it a moment,” he called in an authoritative voice before going right into the shadows. He figured he would come up with a story later.

As he felt around in the darkness, he quickly found her form and clutched her arm so she couldn’t find a way to escape. “Kuro,” he mumbled, “What’s going on with you? Who was that woman?” He pulled her against him, a strong scent of blood telling him what he needed to know. If he hadn’t have been feeding off of her strong blood regularly, he might have had an episode because of it, but he maintained his composure.

“Look,” he murmured to her. He paused, trying to get words together. “Those guys are going to want a story when I come out. They’ll want to know why you were back here, and unless we come up with something, they’ll assume you’re in the wrong.” He stroked her hair softly, not wanting that result in any way. They wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her. “Can you pretend someone attacked you?” he whispered. There was a certain emphasis in his sentence to implicate his meaning. The very idea of some guy trying to coerce her made him want to vomit, not to mention murder, but he held back. “They’ll give us some space if it’s something like that…” He waited nervously for her response. They were stuck in this together. If they didn’t lie, the other men would insist upon interrogating her. If she escaped using her powers as a youkai, he would lose credibility for disappearing into an alley and coming out with no explanation.

Kuro dug in deep for some self-control, hearing his heartbeat wouldn’t help. Still, judging by his tone, he was serious. “Very well..” she muttered, though it wasn’t her favorite idea to do. In all honesty she could just alter the memories of his men, but since he was in charge and all. She’d behave. 

“I’m not going to like this part..although I doubt you would either.” She casted an illusion over her arm, making it look as if it were bleeding. Simple magic. She leaned onto sanosuke’s familiar frame. 

“This should convince your men to settle down with their toys.” she drawled, already in a bad mood. The kitsune didn’t feel like having some human’s bother her right now, less they didn’t want to keep their heads. Still, if it was acting, she was professional about it. She made a pained expression as she clutched her bleeding arm. “Ngh…” she grunted when sanosuke picked her up. She made herself appear as if she was pain, letting tears peek out from the corner of her eye. Crocodile tears.

Decades of practice does wonders for whenever the rise called for action. She supposed maybe some fox stereotypes weren’t so far off after all.

yukimurachizuru:

kurokit:

yukimurachizuru:

The brown haired Oni female was walking down the streets of Kyoto. Heading to one certain place that allowed her without Escort for the day. Kuro-Chan’s house. The two where to just hang out in her majestic garden today. Drink tea and view the cherry blossoms. A smile tugged onto to her soft pink lips. It had been awhile since her and Kuro-Chan had some girl time.

She had actually dressed herself into a light Kimono and tied her hair down lower. As she reached the gates they where opened for her by those shadow creatures Kuro calls her servants. Her chocolate brown gaze looked up to see Kuro smileing at the door and waiting for her.

“Kuro-Chan!!”

She quickly rushed over and hugged her friend tight. However her body tensed up feeling something she had felt before. Could it really be that Kuro…?

Kuro had been inside her manor earlier, before expecting chizuru-chan over. She was simply looking down at her stomach, shock written all over her face. It couldn’t be….

She traced her hand over her stomach lightly, her hands trembling a bit. It was impossible. Impossible. She removed her hand off her stomach, already feeling a bit nauseated and light headed. Kuro shook her head. No, she wasn’t. She wasn’t pregnant. It wasn’t something a being like her should be allowed to be. The idea of life being brought by her isn’t something she should even be granted. As she wrapped herself into a simple one-layered red kimono, she sighed. That’s right. She wasn’t pregnant. It was something she could never be. A person whose killed can never bring something as precious as life. No. Not her.

One of her minions merged out from the floor, murmuring quietly that she had a visitor. Chizuru yukimura. She managed a weak smile, it would be good to see her friend since it’s been a while. She needed the distraction. Waving her hand at the creature, she muttered. “Bring her to my garden…and have tea ready.”

She met up with the female oni at her garden, sitting by the koi pond. She greeted the girl with a light smile, hugging her. 

“Hello there chizu-chan. How have you been?” She noticed the girl tense in her arms, her brow furrowed. “Something wrong chizu-chan?” She patted the girls shoulder lightly, guiding her to sit down with her.

” I have been doing well Kuro-Chan. “ 

Her smile fades off those soft pink lips as Kuro-Chan guides her to the garden and gently sits her down.

“Well there is one thing bothering me about you Kuro-Chan.”

She knew how to break the news to humans before…but her friend? Did her friend know already and was in Denial? Did she not know? Should Chizuru even say anything?

“Hm? What could that be?” Kuro murmured, tilting her head at the brunette. The kitsune felt that the girl could sense it, but chose to ignore it. If chizuru were to tell her kuro would deny it. The chances of her being pregnant are impossible. Still, she kept her eyes soft on the girl, her smile sincere. But beyond her facade, the kitesune was terrified. Already a part of her was becoming aware of the signs of life within her. It wasn’t something she could bear to handle. To bring life after so many deaths… so many losses. No. She can’t accept it. Wouldn’t.

yukimurachizuru:

The brown haired Oni female was walking down the streets of Kyoto. Heading to one certain place that allowed her without Escort for the day. Kuro-Chan’s house. The two where to just hang out in her majestic garden today. Drink tea and view the cherry blossoms. A smile tugged onto to her soft pink lips. It had been awhile since her and Kuro-Chan had some girl time.

She had actually dressed herself into a light Kimono and tied her hair down lower. As she reached the gates they where opened for her by those shadow creatures Kuro calls her servants. Her chocolate brown gaze looked up to see Kuro smileing at the door and waiting for her.

“Kuro-Chan!!”

She quickly rushed over and hugged her friend tight. However her body tensed up feeling something she had felt before. Could it really be that Kuro…?

Kuro had been inside her manor earlier, before expecting chizuru-chan over. She was simply looking down at her stomach, shock written all over her face. It couldn’t be….

She traced her hand over her stomach lightly, her hands trembling a bit. It was impossible. Impossible. She removed her hand off her stomach, already feeling a bit nauseated and light headed. Kuro shook her head. No, she wasn’t. She wasn’t pregnant. It wasn’t something a being like her should be allowed to be. The idea of life being brought by her isn’t something she should even be granted. As she wrapped herself into a simple one-layered red kimono, she sighed. That’s right. She wasn’t pregnant. It was something she could never be. A person whose killed can never bring something as precious as life. No. Not her.

One of her minions merged out from the floor, murmuring quietly that she had a visitor. Chizuru yukimura. She managed a weak smile, it would be good to see her friend since it’s been a while. She needed the distraction. Waving her hand at the creature, she muttered. “Bring her to my garden…and have tea ready.”

She met up with the female oni at her garden, sitting by the koi pond. She greeted the girl with a light smile, hugging her. 

“Hello there chizu-chan. How have you been?” She noticed the girl tense in her arms, her brow furrowed. “Something wrong chizu-chan?” She patted the girls shoulder lightly, guiding her to sit down with her.