Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ L'Amoreux (My Kitsunep4) ❯ L'Amoreux2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

L'Amoreux 2 (NYC 11-22-02)
by: Baby Nyx
I will die for you...
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
to know that your mine.

I will cry for you...
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
and drown your fears.

I will burn for you, feel pain for you,
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
and tear it apart.

I will lie for you, beg and steal for you,
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
Your just like me... (1)

- #1 Crush : Garbage



I rubbed hands over my face and started scratching
everywhere, gods, I feel terrible. My eyes feels like
they've been glued together, my limbs are heavy, my
skin's dry and itchy, my lower back aches and itai...!
I'm sore down there... hn, I smiled.

I can smell Kurama's scent on the pillow next to me
even if I couldn't feel his youki. I reached out and
felt the satin petals of a rose under my fingertips, I
brought it close to me and opened my eyes. A deep red
rose, reminiscrent of our first meeting, de thorned,
long stemmed, the scent positively my kitsune's.

My other hand is fisted on... oh, my tear gems. I
held it out to the slash of morning light creeping in
between the curtains, cystal clear spheres on my palm,
held to the light it sparkled like drops of water
thrown at the sky.

I remmeber a vague dream from my childhood, I was
keeping my tear gem safe. I used to sleep with one
hand clenched over my gem and another on my dagger,
before I earned my first katana.

Anyone who tried to touch me while I slept got hurt
or killed. That was before I decided to sleep in
trees.

The boss always left me to huddle alone when he's
done beating me. He was the only one strong enough to
keep doing it especially after I earned my sword.
Eventually, I never shed another tear no matter how
hard he tried to get them from me, then I gained class
A status and he never bothered me again.

I killed them off shortly afterwards.

Kurama is wise, he knew when to and when not to touch
me. I don't have a sword or a dagger on me but I can
still be deadly without it.

Ah! My other teargem, where was it? My pants. I leapt
off the bed and went to where I dropped my pants last
night. It wasn't there anymore, so I followed my nose
around until I found the bag of laundry in the
bathroom I turned it over looking for my pants and
when I found it I sighed with relief.

This gem... came from my ecstasy, from the union of
love and trust... I walked that gray area between
exquisite pain and intense pleasure with my Kurama, I
had wept battling the memories that seeked to ruin
what pleasure we can have together. I wept because
Kurama told me how much he loves me, how much he needs
me, how much he wants ME...

That someone actually wanted me for who I am and not
for what I can give and what I can do... to be needed,
wanted, it felt so good.

I think that's one of the resons I stayed with the
Reikai Tantei, they needed me, and it felt good to be
relied on, to be trusted and called upon for help.
Yusuke's respect and his camraderie, Kuwabara and his
annoying loyal self, bratty Koenma who never fails to
watch over us, Yukina's kindness...

Really? I miss them? Ch, as if...

I touched my cold tear, Kurama's need for me borders
on desperation. He clings to me while he supports me,
and I lean on him even as I hold him up. The strength
we have in each other can break anything we set our
minds to. Hn, I'm beggining to understand the Youko's
human burden.

Kurama is my strength and my greatest weakness. All
of him.

I pity the guy who tries and harm my Kurama...

Which reminds me of a certain spirit demon who owes
me. I closed my hand over my tear and wished to kami
I'd get an opporturnity to destroy her. I want to
break her, I want to destroy her so much...

This tear in my fist had been shed because I was
happy and because I was relieved, I don't remember
ever crying for such reasons. And if it wasn't for
Kurama I would never had known how it was like to cry
because I'm happy.

Dammit! Never mind me, she hurt my Kurama!

I took deep breaths and tried to calm down. Kurama
will feel my temper flaring if I don't stop this and
he'll worry over nothing.

I haven't seen my own tears in years. I never cried
when Shigure implanted my Jagan, I had shed a single
tear in Kissaki's camp and buried it in their
ashes....

I shed one now for my Kurama, a drop of darkened
blood. He wanted to kiss my tears away but he was too
awed to do anything but watch. I held up the drop that
escaped my control to the light streaming in through
the bathroom window, it filtered crimson light back to
me, it's sides sparkled true red and it's a good size.
This is worth a lot in the Makai, and probably here
too.

Hn, of course I know the value of my own tears, they
did beat it out of me. This one could have bought a
small property in Mokuro's kingdom. Or supplies good
for a month for Kissaki's camp, if I had shed it when
they were still alive.

Everytime I get this mood to remember my time in that
camp I always let it take me. I never turn away from
those memories because they come back more often if I
did.

When I straddled Kurama and poised myself over his
erection I saw Kissaki's scarlet eyes manipulating me,
his long raven black hair spread like wings away from
his face and shoulders. My face felt immobile in my
mask and I can smell the sweat of my own fear, I had
lost control of my body back then, it was doing things
I didn't want. But Kurama's words kept me in the
present with him, his emerald eyes pleaded with me and
the wonderful scent of Youko and roses overpowered the
scent of my blood, my fear and their dried semen.

I felt the penetration and a boneless helplessness
overtook me, I felt like a string within me had been
cut. I surrendered my control to Kurama, I gave him
what he needed, me.

And it did hurt just like before, sharp and burning.
I had waited for the inevitable razor like pain that
meant I was torn but it didn't happen I forced myself
down because I didn't want to wait for it to come. But
it never did.

I thought Kissaki meant to torment me when he touched
me there with his fingers before taking me. He... he
did as Kurama did, he prepared me to recieve him.

I killed him before I could ask why he was kind to
me. His kindness hurt me more than the cruelty of his
men.

Medo is too big for me, he always tore me and that I
can understand. They'd pass me around, that's part of
being helpless and that I can understand. I'd sleep in
a pool of my own blood and their filth thingking I'll
be dead in a few hours because of their games, even
that I understand. But then I'd wake to the familliar
scents of clotted blood, dried cum and a furious
Kissaki personally treating my privates.

That I do not understand.

I'd provoke him and he'd have me washed, fed, and
locked in my 3x3x3 feet cage to protect me while I
heal. And to soften my warded prison he'd put a
blanket, soft pelts and a pillow from his own tent.

If he had cared about me why would he keep letting
his men use me like that? Why was he kind to me? Or is
that his brand of cruelty?

I had ran him through with my katana, his grip on his
own sword loosened, so I took it from him and used it
to cut his legs from under him. He slid off my old
katana, ribs grating on the notches and he laughed at
me as he fell. Laughed at me as he lay gurgling blood
from his chest and his mouth. He laughed at me! I cut
his head off.

I realized right there and then that even without the
mask he still controlled me, he made me kill him when
all I wanted to do was prolong his pain. I turned
their camp to cinders with a scream torn from my very
soul and a single tear fell from my eye even as I fell
to my knees surrounded by the inferno of my
frustration, my anger, my hurt.

I'm beggining to understand these now because Kurama
opened my eyes to them.

But Kissaki I will never understand.

Kurama was never cruel to me, he's always gentle,
always caring. He would hold me whispering words I
couldn't hear above the waves and waves of love I felt
from him. He made me understand things that have
always left me puzzled, and understanding filled me
with regret.

My mother loved me, but she was forced to give me up.
Mokuro loved me in her own way, and she let me go.
Yukina cared for me but I had to leave her. Yusuke and
the others cared for me too, but I have to follow the
one I love. He told me to free myself from my mask,
and I did.

I have wasted so much time.

I pressed the tear between my thumb and my index
finger, it was hot, like I had just shed it.

Extremely rare, hn, because only I can shed it and I
can count on one hand the amount of tears I shed since
my early years.

This is Kurama's, he caused this tear to come so it
belongs to him. Just as I belong to him. That thought
made me smile bittersweet.

And where is my stupid husband? Hn, downstairs in the
restaurant.

I took my ward off and searched again.

There he is, in the Oak room. Talking to a man,
they're sitting too close to each other looking at one
of those portable computers. I frowned, and grumbling
I stood up and put the gem under my tounge one of the
safest places I know. I want it made into jewelry my
fox can wear and I want to surprise him with it.

The scent of roses, musk and flowers made themselves
known to me and I saw the bath my itoshii prepared. I
went into the tub filled with white fluffy suds and
scrubbed hurriedly. I got out as soon as I was done.

I was in such a hurry I almost missed the black rose
sitting on the counter by the sink. I stopped and I
realized I was getting jealous for no reason again.
Kurama is meeting with a lawyer to ask for advice
concerning our finances, they are merely discussing
things. He fixed my bath so I won't have to and got
everything ready for me. He's taking care of me even
if I was too lazy to get up and accompany him.

I dried my self and went through the rest of my
preparations slowly. I shook my hair out sprinkling
everything with water, then put some of that lotion on
the counter on my hands, elbows and knees. Same places
Kurama had rubbed them on earlier. If he was here he'd
do that for me.

Humans and their obsession with smelling different.

I sniffed the perfume on the counter, Kurama bought
this for me yesterday, it's different from the one I
got in Hong Kong it smells darker and he said more
masculine. I don't know what he meant by that but he's
the expert so I bow to his decitions. I sprayed some
on my hands and distributed that on my neck and in my
hair. I took my newly washed wards from one of the
hangers by the wall and started wrapping my arm. The
wet ones I left by the sink.

That done I walked out naked into the bedroom and
found my clothes. I peeked down stairs and saw that an
older man had joined my Kurama, they wrote stuff on
paper and talked. Their food lay partly eaten on their
plates as they discussed more things.

My red fox is radiant, I can see males and females
alike looking in his direction and giving him smiles
and open invitations. He took it in pace, smiling back
politely without giving much.

Hn. I can solve that annoyance.

I pulled on the boxers he bought for me, it's silk,
black, and had little red devils on it with the words
'hot enough for ya?' ( Kurama's idea, I assure you),
then the black slacks and the belt because it's a bit
loose around my waist. I like this black shirt he
prepared for me, it has a high collar and a silver
button in the middle, over that I put on the black
silk vest with the black rose embroidery that went
with it.

I pulled my boots on and fished my bill fold from
the night table, it's thicker, Kurama had replenished
it. I went back to the bathroom for the rose, I put it
between my teeth while I covered my Jagan. I did that
last because I wanted to keep an eye on Kurama to make
sure nothing untoward happens to him.

I tossed the jacket that went with the suit over my
shoulder and went out, it's too warm for me to wear it
down. I went to the elevators and unerringly found my
way to the restaurant. I saw Kurama from the entrance,
he's like a flaming candle amidst the lunch crowd. I
checked my watch, it was almost 11 am. A guy tried to
stop me at the entrance but I pushed past him and
headed straight for Kurama.

"Good morning sir. Do you have a reservation?" he
asked as he followed after me, flustered, carrying a
stiff piece of paper with writings on it.

My fox sat on a table that was good for 4, there's an
empty seat next to him the other side was occupied by
the one he was talking too earlier while the one
opposite was occupied by the new comer.

"Hiei!" Kurama greeted me as I approached the table,
he gave that radiant smile reserved only for me and
began to stand up. I motioned for him to remain seated
and to leave no doubts in these peoples minds that
he's mine, I took his chin with a finger and savored
his lips for a couple of heart beats. I let him go and
placed his rose on the table next to his plate. The
waiter raised his brows in surprise then quickly
pulled the remaining seat for me.

I felt eyes on me and on Kurama, what with the racket
that stupid ningen caused following me in...

Hn? It was the kiss? Ch, let them drool, Kurama's
mine.

In Japanese I told him "I'm hungry I want some meat
and coffee." I looked at the other two persons
straight in the eyes, the one besides Kurama retrieved
his jaw from the table and found something interesting
on his plate and the other one cleared his throat and
smiled.

"Hello, I'm Samuel Guttenberg." He stood up with his
hand out in front of him I looked at it. He looked
around 40, he's in a blue gray suit, glasses and a
full beard.

"Oh!" Kurama gasped "Ah, right." he said in English,
I looked at him and saw the blush suffusing his cheeks
all the way to his ears. He was smiling shyly but I
could tell he wasn't offended by what I did. He was
taken off balance though and I could see him trying to
sort himself out. He added in Japanese "Hiei this is
one of the liason officers from my contact at de Beers
he's here to verify the source of the diamonds."

I stood up and shook his hand "What did you tell
him?" I asked.

"Told him your old, old money and you want some of
your cache cashed." he switched to English "Mr.
Guttenberg this is Hiei Jaganashi owner of the
diamonds." I shook my head.

"No," I jerked a thumb at Kurama "Gave it to him." I
said in English. Kurama blushed harder, he looks just
about ready to burn, he's almost as red as his hair.
He blushes that hard too when he's coming inside me...


I touched his mind and briefly showed him a picture
of himself moaning and blushing red over me. He raised
his eyebrows and with a half hearted reprimanding tone
said "Hiei!" I smirked at him.

"Mr. Mark Schmidt, this is Mr. Jaganashi." I took the
hand the other guy held out for me, in Japanese Kurama
explained "This is the business law adviser and stock
broker I was talking to you about." I nodded at him,
he tried to keep a straight face, I could tell he had
an interest in my fox. He's blond early thirties,
human, weak. Not even worth my interest.

We took our seats. "Garcon?" Kurama asked and he
stole a glance in my direction with a barely
suppressed smile.

The man who followed me set the 'menu' in front of me
and asked for my jacket. Kurama nodded at me to give
it to him and took the Menu from me. The man went to
Kurama's side and he began discussing things with
Kurama in another language I didn't understand. He
shifted to Japanese just as easily and leaning very
close to me asked me to choose from a selection of
steaks. I picked the peppered steak medium rare, some
red wine to go with it, and capuccino afterwards with
my Chocolate truffle cake.

I complained of course, the cake sounded good, and by
then I'd be full.

Kurama chuckled "It's desert koi."

"I know, I know... junk food."

The Guttenberg guy's soup was taken away and his
order was placed before him, it's chicken by the way
it smells in some orange and nut sauce, it looks nice
dressed up in vegetables, but it's almost
unrecognizable. He asked me where I got the diamonds
and I told them they came from my female forebears. It
wasn't a lie, I did not tell them that Mokuro and I
tortured those foolish onnas to get those tears nice
and fat.

"This is a fine specimen Mr. Jaganashi, almost 3
carats and and as clear as water." The diamond guy was
peering at a sample with an eyepiece stuck to one of
his eyes, "I estimate the value at almost 9,000 US
dollars, and that's a conservative estimate. It's a
shame to cut this, it's very pretty as it is, in a set
this would cost twice or thrice as much." he sighed,
"We'd be glad to buy this from you guys but you
understand we have to test this, spectrometer,
radiation, don't worry no harm will come to it."

"Of course, feel free, we want to know for ourselves,
the quality of these diamonds." Kurama said cooly.

"So your grandmother handed this down to you sir?" he
asked me.

"Yes, I'm her only male decendant." Very true, they
killed all the others. I'm the only one who survive.

"It's the clarity that astonishes me, it's like...
water, like tears, even the shape."

"We have a legend in Japan that says diamonds are the
tears of snow maidens." I replied in what I realized
is quite fluent English, I looked at Kurama who smiled
approval at me. I guess my joining minds with him had
produced this interesting side effect.

"So these are probably from Russia, no diamond mines
in Japan as far as I know."

"Perhaps, I'm not sure, I just inherited them." I
answered.

"So our appointment with Pfefferberg and Oppenheimer
at 2:00 remains," he said handing back the sample
reluctantly. "It's extremely rare to get something
like that. Clear as water, how many pieces did you say
there are?"

"15 or so." Kurama answered.

The man nodded at Kurama's vagueness he smiled
"That'll make a wonderful necklace fit for queens." he
said "few will be able to afford it though." he laughed
"The queens of wallstreet, royalty, collectors..." he
shrugged "If they are all the same quality and you
have roughly 15 of them I'd say you'll get 1.5 million
something."

"1.5 million?" Kurama asked with a raised brow "I
suppose we can check it's quality first before we can
truly gauge their value." he placed the diamond in his
breast pocket. Someone put a bowl of soup in front of
me, it's got pieces of beef and vegetables in it. I
nodded my thanks at the man and tried a spoonful. It's
good, hearty and nicely presented but not what I
wanted. I wanted medium rare meat, "When's the steak
coming?" I asked the waiter.

"In 10 minuites sir."

"I'm hungry, I want it sooner."

"Of course sir, I'll tell the chef right away."

"Hn."

"I need to visit the men's rooms," Kurama said with a
hand on my forearm, "Excuse me gentlemen." he bowed a
little as he stood.

"I have a 12:00 Mr. Minamono, but I need to go too,"
the Schmidt guy nodded at us "Excuse us gentlemen."
And they resumed talking as they went to the men's
room.

That bastard... I trust Kurama.

"He is quite a man." Guttenberg said softly I
realized I was frowning at their retreating backs
"Smart, likable and quite the babe magnet, should have
seen how many hearts got broken when you came along."
he said with a smile and a glint in his eyes.

"Hn." I gave him a tight smile, I like the way he put
it. He's another one of those people but who don't
mind our prefference. "Do you know of any good
jeweler that can custom make a diamond setting for
me." I asked.

"Yes of course." He looked surprised at the sudden
turn of conversation, but I can't waste any time,
Kurama might be back any minuite.

He took a bite off his decorated piece of chicken
before he took his briefcase and looked around a bit.
He hesitated then pulled out a calling card. "This guy
is an excellent diamond setter, he can do it in gold,
silver, even platinum and he can also cut diamonds.
He's my brother Peter Guttenberg, wait." he wrote
something on the back of the card "Give him this,
he'll give you a discount." he winked at me.

I looked at the writing and it said special customer
with a scribble at the bottom. Probably his signiture.
"Thank you." I said.

"Are you planning on a diamond ring?" he asked.

"Maybe." I looked closely at the old man in front of
me. His soft grey eyes behind his gold glasses were
honest, sincere but shrewd in a business like way. I
felt I could trust him, so I took my spoon and
carefully spat my tear gem in it.

"Holy..." he said as he stared at it. I washed it in
my goblet of water and dumped the water and the gem on
the white table napkin. The red looked like it bled
into the cloth even as it sparkled, I held it out for
him. "That's a very rare color for a diamond. Is it a
diamond?" he asked breathless, I cut the lip of my
goblet in a V broke of the piece and handed the glass
and the diamond to him. He took out his eyepiece
again.

"Well it is, as far as I can tell too, the color is
so unusual it's so red it's like a drop of blood. If
you cut this brilliant it'll sparkle crimson. This is
so rare, I've never in all my years in the business
seen this kind of color or flawlessness, it's more
that 2 carats too. Easily a quarter million in a good
setting."

His praise made me blush. I tried hard to fight it,
but I'm sure my cheeks we're flaming. "It's going to
be a surprise. Don't tell him anything." I said as I
took my tear from him. He sighed heavily following my
tear gem with regretful eyes.

"What a lucky guy." he said. "You two obviously have
something wonderful together. I wish you happiness and
luck, and..." he leaned in closer. "Will you let my
brother take a picture of the finished piece? I'd love
to see it. I have no doubt it will be wonderful."

"Of course." I put the gem between my lips and under
my tounge.

"Isn't that dangerous?" he asked

"No, used to it." I ate the soup.

"So, you gave those white diamonds to him?" He asked.

"Yes, it's nothing, I have more." I put my spoon down
determined to save space for the cake.

He smiled warmly at me and shook his head "I hope you
don't mind my saying this but, your insane."

"Hn." I looked at the direction of the men's room
"Maybe."

"He must really be special." he reached into his
brief case again and brought out another calling card
"This is my contact numbers at de Beers, Mr. Minamino
has my calling card too. If you need to sell anymore
of those, please don't hesitate to contact us."

I took the card and spared it a glance. It occured to
me that he thinks those diamonds are real and of very
high value but like any shrewed business man he would
drive a bargain if he could. I smiled, it's only
normal, Kurama's attitude after he was informed they
have to be tested told me he knows this too.

"Thank you. I think I will visit your brother
sometime tonight. How long does a setting take?"

"Depends on the intricacy and weather the diamond
will be cut or not." he shrugged "I'd say 3 to 4
weeks, simple ones take only a week or so."

I nodded, I don't think we can stay here that long. I
sensed Kurama's approach and discreetly I put a finger
on my lips in the universal gesture of silence.
Guttenberg smiled and nodded.

"So, how's New York treating you so far?" he asked.

"If I didn't watch out I'd get trampled on." He
laughed, Kurama took the seat besides me. The lawyer
guy remained on his feet, a dissapointed look in his
face.

"I have to go, it's a pleasure making your
acquaintance Mr. Minamino," Kurama shook his hand with
an innocent smile on his face. "Mr. Jaganashi," I
refused to shake his hand I waved him off, "Mr.
Guttenberg."

Guttenberg stood up and said "Pleasure's mine." then
he was gone.

"Well," Guttenberg resumed "I hope I won't be a third
wheel to this party?"

Kurama chuckled "Nonsense sir, he was coming on
really strong." he looked at me "Thanks for saving me
Hiei."

"Hn."

"Hn?" he asked back repeating my snort.

"When's that steak coming I'm hungry." Kurama gave me
an amused smile. I bet he knows why I'm acting like
this and it sucked that I can't help myself. Damn.

He raised his hand anyway and called for a waiter. A
few minuites later a sizzling slab of meat generously
rubbed in peppercorns and spices was placed before me.
It smelled good, it looked seared, I cut it and the
center was pink and juicy, I had a bite and forgave
them for the delay. It was perfect hmmm...

They talked while I ate, weather, politics, tourist
spots, events, stuff I generally do not talk about.
Kurama and Guttenberg were soon served their dessert
but I took my time savoring the steak.

Kurama's dessert was some ice cream cake with
strawberries he called a shortcake. Guttenberg had a
sorbet with blueberries and the smell of coffee woke
me from the red haze the red wine was giving me.

It's wonderful, the wine, Kurama let me have 2, it's
so refreshing, kinda tart and sweet and better than
beer with the steak I was eating. It washed the meat
down so that every bite I took afterwards was like a
new expirience.

It's a Merlot 1997. I have to remember that. He also
fed me bites of his dessert from his own fork. I like
it, it's creamy but, I like chocolate better than
strawberries.

Guttenberg took his leave when my dessert finally
arrived. I footed his bill, and adamantly refused to
be convinced otherwise. He thanked me and I waved it
off.

His place was promply cleared by the hovering
'Garcons'. We are right in the middle of the room and
the look my fox gave me told me he wanted privacy to
touch me and caress me... I felt his hand on my thigh.
I smiled "I promised the Youko in Hong Kong that I'd
buy him clothes, you said we have time after lunch
right?"

"Uh-hum." he said his cheek on his open palm giving
me that 'look'.

I raised a brow at him, his hand is between my thighs
now. "Behave yourself fox or you won't get any." I
said in a stern voice. His hand froze, I smirked at
him and resumed savoring my cake. I wish I had more
wine, wine is better than coffee.

His hand withdrew and when I looked at him I was
surprised to see the war of emotions on his normally
serene face. He was... shocked? He looked helpless and
perplexed at the same time. Like I dropped a bomb on
him, well, I suppose I did...

"Yes we can go shopping, but you have to hurry
because we have to take into account the traffic.
Sak's is just a few city blocks from here, we can just
walk if you want." he asked as his face finally
settled into acceptance.

Hmmmm... I wonder...

"I want the Youko to walk with me, is that okay?" I
asked. His general expression changed, as the Youko
took over.

"Of course baby, I'd love that."

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(1) Actually the entire song is highly appropriate.
But since this isn't a song fic.... (shrug). Want the
full lyrics? Tell me and I'll forward.