It’s me!! Ready for MG9??? Well, ready or not...here it comes!!!! Geez...I’m
never going to finish this series. There’s too much stuff to be written!
Argh...anywho, this part includes Fushigi Yuugi and Yuu Yuu Hakusho...with a
bit of Flame of Recca, I suppose. Just so you’re warned, the first part of
this fic is a yaoi lime. In other words, male/male with implications of
sexual intercourse.
There’s nothing really graphic in the part, but if you’re squeamish about
that kind of stuff then I would suggest that you read up to the part where
Kawari is introduced and then skip to the second part. Enjoy!!
Mixed Greetings: A YYH/FY/FoR crossover
by Christina
Part 9 (FY/YYH)
Kuroino Ai liked being a youkai with ningen appearance. Not only could he
easily overpower most to all of his enemies but, if he did say so himself, he
looked damn good doing it. The Kanashi Omou, that madougu that he had stolen
from some weak ningen many years back, had actually come in handy for once.
He ran a finger over his full lips, letting his tongue run over the digit in
a
movement that could have been considered sensual. Kuroino Ai. Black Love. Oh,
how he lived up to the name.
“I have completed your bidding, Ai-sama,” A voice announced from the far end
of the large room. The source of the words walked across the granite floor,
his shoes making a clicking sound as he moved.
Ai looked up from where he was sitting in a large wooden chair...what some
might have considered a throne...and smiled at the small youkai with long
blond locks rolling over shoulders who had come before him. He found the
demon to be quite adorable. His face was round and cherubic while his
elongated ears made him appear to be what ningens referred to as an elf. In
addition, his height of a kawaii four feet made him seem like a young
child...to those who didn’t know his enormous levels of power, that is. “You
have delivered the notes, Kawari?”
Kuroino Kawari nodded enthusiastically, excitement filling his wide blue
eyes. “Ai-sama, I think I did very well. Both teams seem prepared to join us
tonight, and they’ll surely fight each other!” The small youkai grinned
widely, two small fangs noticeable among the rows of white teeth, and Ai
watched with amusement as he snapped his fingers.
A second later, the splitting image of Urameshi Yusuke stood before him. “One
note went to the home of Hanabishi Shigeo. Recca returned there with his
friends early this afternoon. They seemed quite unsure of what to do.” His
voice, facial expressions, everything was exactly that of Urameshi Yusuke. Ai
found himself taken once again by the young youkai’s ability. <Young...Kawari
is far from young. He’s almost as old as me, but his size makes him appear to
be a child...>
Snapping his fingers again, Ai found himself looking at Hanabishi Recca and,
in the shape of the Flame Master, Kawari smirked, throwing a hand up into the
air as if to mock a Shakespearean actor. “It was soooo easy, Ai-sama,” Kawari
drawled in Recca’s voice. “The Urameshi Team fell for it, as well. They’ll
all come, and Yusuke will be sure to fight Recca.”
“This will be a good test of their abilities,” Ai mused, a small smile on his
face. This quickly fell, however, as he pondered all of what Kawari had told
him. “The Hokage don’t know what to make of my challenge. Damn. If they don’t
bring the Hyomon Ken Master then our testing will not commence as planned.”
Returning to his normal form, Kawari hopped into his lap, throwing his small
arms around Ai’s shoulders. “Ne, Ai-sama, you’re all tense! Everything will
work out as planned!” Eyes narrowing slyly, Kawari squirmed in order to
become comfortable before seductively whispering, “If you’d like, I could
help you relax.”
Ai chuckled lightly at the small form in his arms. “I appreciate the offer,
but I need to come up with a back up plan in case tonight’s events do not
proceed as scheduled.” He patted Kawari’s head affectionately. “Ask me
tomorrow and you’ll get a different answer.”
Kawari pouted, obviously disappointed, before a soft grin lit his delicate
features again. He snapped his fingers and rubbed his cheek against Ai’s
shoulder in his new form. “Ai-sama, you worry too much. Besides, you have so
many servants here who can do your thinking for you. I’ll tell them to come
up with a back up plan. Let me help you relax, Ai-sama.”
Unable to help it, Ai looked down at the much taller form now cradled in his
arms and laughed aloud. “Mattaku...you really do know how to get to me. All
right, I’ll allow myself to be taken advantage of.” He smiled warmly and
touched the delicate cheek of Mikagami Tokiya, his grin growing as felt the
Hyomon Ken Master’s tongue dab against the finger he had placed against his
lips. “Kawari, go tell them...and return quickly.”
“Haaaaai,” Ai heard the voice of Mikagami roughly whisper in response, and he
watched as the fabrication of his latest interest slid off of his lap and
began walking towards the door. Slowly...Ai licked his lips. There was
something absolutely appealing about watching him walk. No, it wasn’t the
walking. It was just HIM. Period. Knowing that he was already hard, Ai raised
a halting hand into the air. “Kawari?”
“Hai, Ai-sama?” Kawari in Mikagami’s form responded, turning back to look at
him. Ai gave him no verbal command...just motioned towards him with his
finger. “Wakatta, Ai-sama.” Ai was already halfway through the door hidden
with the same forest green paint as the walls of the throne room when Kawari
reached it.
Taking the replication of the ningen in his arms, Ai kissed his forehead
softly and made sure to gently lay him on his large bed. Ai smiled as
Mikagami positioned himself in such a way that just begged to be taken, arms
languidly propped above his head. Kawari had been doing this for him a long
time. The other youkai knew what appealed to his tastes, but today was to be
different. “Kawari, I’m going to let you take control.”
“Doshite, Ai-sama?” Kawari question with confusion, and Ai chuckled as he
realized just how adorable the puzzled expression looked on Mikagami Tokiya’s
face. “Byouki desu ka?”
“Iya,” Ai responded as he began to slip his silk black shirt off. “The Hokage
will bring the real Mikagami Tokiya to me tonight. I will take him then, and
I have no doubt that he will let me be in...complete control...of our
love-making. For now, I want to feel what it would be like for him to seduce
me. Will this change bother you, Kawari?”
He watched a smile light Mikagami’s face, and Ai found himself grinning in
return. He was quite cute, this ningen. Ai mentally congratulated himself on
his good taste. “It won’t bother me at all, Ai-sama.” Nodding, Ai pulled off
his white cotton pants, his blue silk boxers sliding off along with them.
Placing the clothing aside, he noticed that Kawari was beginning to do the
same thing, and he placed a hand on the collar of his white shirt to stop
him.
“Let me do this,” Ai whispered and, hearing Kawari’s enthusiastic agreement,
Ai began slowly removing his partner’s attire, telling himself that in just a
few hours he would be holding the real Mikagami Tokiya, and the heat he would
share with Kawari now would be ten times greater that night. His green eyes
glimmered at the thought. Ai couldn’t wait.
“Tasuki was attacked!?” Nuriko cried with alarm as he ran along the outside
halls of Konan palace behind Hotohori, Houki, and Chichiri. The monk had
woken him up a few minutes earlier, and while he had been originally upset at
the interruption of his sleep, what Chichiri had told him had quickly made
him forget his rest. “What the hell happened!? I thought he was dancing with
that pretty girl tonight!”
Chichiri found himself frowning. <He didn’t have to say pretty...> <Chichiri
no BAKA! You have more important things to worry about!> “He was, but
Tasuki-kun and the girl left no da. I didn’t even sense anything happening to
him. The only reason Tasuki-kun is here now is because Kouji miraculously
arrived from Mount Leikaku and discovered him in an alleyway na no da.”
“Kouji?” Hotohori questioned aloud as he tried to place a name to the face.
He nodded as he finally remembered the person Chichiri had spoke of. “That’s
the other bandit...the guy Tasuki gave leadership of the Leikaku Bandits to?”
Chichiri merely nodded in response, memories from his earlier conversation
with the blue-haired man filling his mind.
Entering the room first, Chichiri’s eyes immediately turned towards Tasuki’s
bed. The monk sweatdropped as Hotohori, Houki, and Nuriko walked in behind
him. Tasuki had apparently become fully conscious since he had been gone, and
he was shivering lightly, speaking in a hushed whisper that only one other
person
could understand. The man embracing him tightly.
<Tasuki and Kouji are best friends! They’re allowed to...do that na no
da!!!!> However, Chichiri could sense the intimacy radiating between the two
and, as Kouji gently rested his chin on the top of Tasuki’s head, the monk
felt out of place...as if he had caught two lovers in the act. He realized,
turning red, that this wasn’t the best analogy to have come up with.
“Tasuki, daijoubu ka?” Nuriko asked worriedly, moving to stand next to the
bed that the former bandit was sitting on with Kouji and looking over his
fellow seishi’s injuries. “Chichiri told us what happened. Who did this to
you?”
Amber eyes turned towards Nuriko, and from his bewildered expression the
third seishi realized that he had not been aware of the group’s arrival.
Tasuki gazed at Nuriko for a moment longer before facing the door, eyes
locking with Chichiri’s as he pulled away from Kouji’s embrace. Kouji closed
his eyes and let his arms fall limply to his sides as Chichiri met Tasuki’s
stare with his good eye, wanting to know the cause of his best friend’s
discomfort. “They’re torturing Miaka,” Tasuki mumbled quietly.
Hotohori’s eyes grew wide with shock. “Nani!?” So, that jerk he had felt
earlier had been...Miaka? How could this have happened!? Tamahome was
supposed to be taking care of their miko in the real world. For a moment, the
dead emperor felt that familiar hatred burning his chest, but it faded as
Houki placed a gentle hand on his arm. This was not the time to point fingers
and place blame. Something must have happened to Tamahome as well, he
supposed, because there was no way he would have let Miaka be taken. He loved
her too much for that.
“Who is no da?” Chichiri questioned, his emotionless gaze still on Tasuki. On
the inside, however, he was reeling. His suspicions had been right after
feeling that emotional tug minutes earlier. A bigger question had arisen in
his mind, though. Who was the woman that had been dancing with Tasuki
earlier? Somehow, he knew that she was involved in this.
“Damn it, Chichiri, I don’t have a fucking clue! All I was told was that
Miaka had been abducted in the other world and now she’s being hurt!” Tasuki
exclaimed, his voice growing strained with agitation. “You know damn well
that you felt it too!”
The room grew silent. Kouji stared at Tasuki, looked up at Nuriko, turned and
gazed at Chichiri, Hotohori, and Houki before starting the process over
again. Finally he felt he had put up with enough. “Well, damn it, you heard
him! Why the hell aren’t you guys going to save her yet!?” Chichiri’s
impulses told him to just smack the bandit silly, therefore it was probably
for the best that Houki decided to answer the question.
“Kouji-kun,” She began softly, and Kouji winced at the endearment. “We all
feel the same way that you do, but now that Miaka and Tamahome aren’t here we
have no connection to her world. It may be impossible to help her.”
“It can’t be impossible,” Nuriko countered weakly as he faced Chichiri with
imploring eyes. “There has to be something we can do. Even if Tama-chan isn’t
hurt, he may not be able to get Miaka back on his own.”
Chichiri nodded slowly in agreement. “I’ll transmit a message to Taitsukun
tonight no da. She may be our only way to enter Miaka’s world na no da.”
Nuriko and Hotohori stared at him with understanding in their eyes. Both
Houki and Kouji grinned.
Tasuki facefaulted, x’s appearing on his forehead. “Chotto matte,
Chichiri...all of a sudden you have a brilliant way to get to Miaka’s world!?
When I asked you if we could go, you told me there was no possible way!”
“Datte, Tasuki-kun, I can’t just have Taitsukun send us to Miaka’s world
whenever we feel like it no da. We could change the course of the Universe by
making interdimensional travels no da!” Chichiri countered nervously. Hearing
Tasuki’s string of profanity that followed, everyone in the room sweatdropped.
Regaining his composure, Nuriko grinned widely and flashed a v-sign. “Wai!
The last time we were in Miaka’s world we didn’t get to look around! This
should be fun!”
“Nuriko, don’t forget that we’re going there to save Miaka,” Hotohori
solemnly muttered. His raised eyebrows were the only implication that his
comment hadn’t been made seriously. Nuriko pouted but said nothing in
response. “Anyway, it is my duty to my miko to go.”
Houki glanced at him with a hand on her hip. “Mou...Anata, what about your
duty to your country!? I know you have a responsibility as a seishi, but what
about Konan!?”
Hotohori gazed at her, mouth shaped in an SD triangular grin. “Demo...my
responsibility to Konan is void. I’m dead.” The seishi shared a large
sweatdrop. Houki tipped over with spiral eyes.
Becoming serious, Hotohori trained his stare on his wife. “Do you not want me
to go?”
“Of course I don’t,” Houki told him, a soft smile on her lips. “I’m your
wife.”
Sensing the tension that was beginning to cover the group, Tasuki took that
opportunity to jump in. “I’m in! We’ve gotta get Miaka back. Besides, it’s
been two years since I’ve seen Tama. He needs a good burning, wouldn’t you
say?” He laughed heartily as Hotohori sweatdropped.
“There’s no way I’m missing this.” Tasuki, Hotohori, and Nuriko nodded in
enthusiastic agreement to Kouji’s statement. Chichiri, on the other hand,
shrugged. <So, Kouji is coming na no da. I have no problem with that no da.>
<Demo, Tasuki-kun wa...DA!!!!> The monk was starting to think that talking to
Taitsukun would be the most enjoyable part of this mission.
“So, is this the dump where we’re supposed to meet that Hanabishi bastard?”
Kuwabara, through he shadows of early evening, muttered as he gazed at the
old home on the corner of Fuyu and Yama Streets. It was a classic haunted
house...there was a Victorian porch winding around the front of the home and
a castle-like steeple at the top. The house was huge...Kuwabara was sure he
had only seen its like in the movies. Why hadn’t he ever noticed this place
before?? “Che...so where is he? Don’t tell me they chickened out...” He
cracked his knuckles eagerly.
“You only wish,” Hiei mumbled, his eyes never leaving the large building as
Kuwabara cursed him. While he had been feeling rather confident on the way to
the home, when they had reached it he had felt a tremendous youki from
within, and then a larger one, and finally one that was stronger than the
other two combined. The human he had seen, Mikagami Tokiya, would have never
reached such a high spiritual level, and he doubted any of the Hokage, if
they were all human, would have either. Something was very wrong here.
Kurama glanced at Hiei knowing he had picked up the youki levels as well,
before turning his attention to Kuwabara. “Why have us meet them at such a
large house if they didn’t want to fight us inside?” Narrowing his eyes, the
youko repressed a shudder as a sudden wave of youki ran over him. What an
amazing aura! Had Hiei read Mikagami’s powers right!? No one could attain
such high spiritual levels from a weapon. This whole situation didn’t add up.
“It’s 7:45pm.”
<Keiko...we’re coming...> “I’m hoping out hosts won’t mind our being early.
Let’s go.” Seeing a red ki swell around his best friend, Kuwabara pumped his
fists in the air. Just wait until this Recca brat saw them. Wouldn’t he and
his little ninja friends be surprised...Kurama and Hiei nodded, following
Yusuke and Kuwabara as they slowly stepped onto the porch and in front of the
large wooden door. Kuwabara shivered violently as a powerful spiritual
presence touched him, and Kurama put a hand on his arm, steadying him as they
entered the home.
Looking around the bleak granite foyer, Hiei snorted, blood red eyes
narrowing. “What a cheap-looking place.” Yusuke nodded, though his focus was
more on scanning the room than on the fire demon.
Jumping as the door slammed shut, Kuwabara squinted at the figure standing by
the back wall of the room who had apparently just entered. Black hair unruly,
he offered the four a cheeky grin and flashed a v-sign. “Urameshi Team,” He
began cheerfully. “Thank you for coming. I hope you won’t be offended, but
the other four members of my team aren’t ready yet. However, I’ll be taking
you on. Be proud. It’s a privilege.”
Yusuke glared at the teen before taking a threatening step forward, his fists
clenched. “Then you are--”
“Hanabishi Recca.” The other boy finished for him, dark blue eyes closing as
he took a small bow. “Yoroshiku...I’m afraid, though, that an introduction is
all you’re going to get before I kill you. Fight me for your precious little
Keiko...if you dare...”
The Urameshi Team watched in awe as he removed the metal band around his
right forearm. Kurama’s eyes widened in shock, Kuwabara took a nervous step
back, and both Hiei and Yusuke tensed as orange flames curled around Recca’s
hand. Suddenly, the fire grew and elongated until there were eight...flame
dragons...behind him. “What the hell!?” Yusuke gasped in wonder while gazing
at the sight. At that moment, the eight dragons rushed towards the four
unprepared warriors, and the room was plunged into darkness.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Owari...for now....
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Ja, Minna-san, dou da?? ::gets hit by veggies:: Eh-heh...did I promise
Mi-chan torture in this chapter? ::nervous chuckle:: Well, I lied ^^;;; I
figured the chapter would be long enough without a true Flame of Recca scene
(you got a fake Mikagami having sex with Ai. Isn’t that good enough?? ::gets
hit by more veggies:: Gah!!)
Yusuke: So instead you torture us!?
Ai: Sex-obsessed!?
::sweatdrop::
Fuuko: I’m still waiting for my big scene.
Christina-chan: What big scene!?
Chichiri: Why am I not in lemon scenes with Tasuki-kun yet na no da!?!?!?!?
Just kill Kouji or something no da!!!!!
::facefault::
Hiei: Can I kill the kid?
::Koganei sweatdrops::
Mikagami: I liked this chapter.
Kawari: Can I become you more often? ::glomps::
::Mikagami facefaults::
Soi: Mini-Nakago!!! Kawaii!!! ::glomps::
::Kawari facefaults::
Recca: Why am I suddenly a homicidal maniac?
Christina-chan: I don’t know.
Kurama: This house is a lot like the one in “The Haunting.”
Hiei: Cheap movie. It figures.
Christina-chan: Stop patronizing my set!
Hiei: Hn.
Kouji: MY Gen-chan!!
Chichiri: You mean MY Tasuki-kun no DA!!
::Tasuki facefaults::
Mitsukake: ........
::Everyone sweatdrops::
Well, thanks for putting up with this chapter. Part 10 is coming soon!!!
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