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Watashi ni Sasayakute

Speak Softly to Me

�� Kyo!� Oi, Kyo!�
Grrrrrr....DAMMIT, KYO, LISTEN TO ME!!�
Yuya yelled to be heard above the howling winds of the blizzard, making a
diving leap through a snowdrift to catch hold of Kyo�s arm.

�� Kyo whirled around and glared
crossly at the bounty huntress, but Yuya was too tired, too cold, and entirely
too pissed off to give a damn.� �Are we
lost?� Yuya demanded, yanking back her ice-encrusted ponytail, which had flown
into her face thanks to a sudden change in the wind.

�� Why would you think something like
that?� Kyo retorted, jerking his arm out of Yuya�s grasp.

�� Oh, I don�t know,� Yuya snapped
sarcastically, �Maybe because we�ve been out in this damn blizzard for entirely
too long without seeing some sign of getting close Yukimura-san�s
castle, or it could be the fact that I get the distinct feeling we�ve been
going in circles!� I know we�ve passed
that clump of pines back there at least twice now!� And my feet are bloody fucking numb!�

�� Sounds like a personal problem,�
Kyo sneered, turning his back on her and plowing forward.

�� You didn�t answer my question!�
Yuya flared, running after him.� Well,
running as best she could through knee-high snowdrifts in a water-logged kimono
and straw cloak.� She picked up a handful
of snow and held it until it melted, then flung the chunk of ice at him.

�� Apparently, the storm was messing
with Kyo�s maai, for the ice ball hit the back
of Kyo�s neck, unprotected by his cloak or his wide-brimmed straw hat, dead
on.� The enraged samurai spun around and
grabbed Yuya by the wrist.� �We don�t
have time for childish temper tantrums, you idiot!� he growled.

�� I�m not being childish!� Yuya
replied angrily, stifling the urge to stamp her foot, �Just admit you have no
idea where we are already!�

�� I do know where we are.�

�� Really?� Where are we then, oh Great Master of
Navigation?�

�� We�re in Japan, of course,� Kyo answered
with a sly grin.

�� Yuya almost exploded.� �I know we�re in Japan, baka!� she shouted,
simultaneously attempting to punch him with her free hand and wrench herself from his grip.�
Kyo merely stepped to one side to avoid her fist, and Yuya toppled
head-long into the snow as he released her.

�� You-you did that on purpose!�
sputtered Yuya furiously, floundering for several moments as she tried to
regain her footing.

�� You shouldn�t blame me because
you�re clumsy,� Kyo observed, not offering her any help.

�� Shit, now my entire kimono�s
soaked!� Yuya complained.� A particularly
icy blast of wind punctuated this statement, almost ripping away their
cloaks.� Yuya almost fell over again, and
her attempt to maintain balance cost her her own
hat.� �Dammit!�� She glared at Kyo.� �Don�t you dare laugh!�
Yuya ordered.

�� I�ll laugh if I want to,� was Kyo�s
response, but he seemed content with merely smirking in a condescending
manner.� Yuya found that to be just as
bad, if not worse.� He started walking
again and Yuya had no recourse but to follow.

�� Kyo, there�s no way we�re going to
reach the castle in this!� Yuya declared, huddling in her cloak and damp kimono
as she tried to keep pace with him, �It�d be hard enough finding a ninja
general�s stronghold in the middle of the cherry blossom season, but we�re not
going to find it in this fucking blizzard.�

�� And?� Kyo
prompted derisively over his shoulder.

�� Yuya felt the corner of her left eye
spasm, and she had to forcefully restrain herself from trying to deck him.� �And I think it would be a good idea
if we found shelter of some sort and wait out this damn storm.� Benitora and the others were probably smart
enough to find cover the moment they saw the storm clouds, so I don�t see why
we have to keep slogging on through this shit!�

�� Oh, you�re tired, is that it,
little girl?� Kyo noted with a mocking chuckle.

�� Well, excuse me for not
being an ultimate warrior who can just ignore the fact that it�s cold enough to
freeze the ass off a snow monkey!� Yuya muttered, because she did not have the
energy to shout anymore, �I�m tougher than most girls, dammit, I just don�t see
any sense in trying to...�

�� Out of the blinding swirling snow,
the massive dark shape of a cliff reared up before them.� Unfortunately, it provided no relief against
the storm, as the winds were blowing along a parallel course to its face.� Kyo turned into the wind, keeping the cliff
on his left.� Yuya kept up her running
monologue as she grimly chased after him, lamenting the day she had ever joined
company with a bull-headed, inconsiderate samurai who had less common sense
than a two-year-old, dragging a delicate, beautiful woman such as herself out
into a raging blizzard because he didn�t have the intelligence to stay at a
nice warm inn with fires and hot food and...

�� ...and the others are probably
living it up, laughing about me and Kyo out in this fucking blizzard where
we�re probably going to freeze to death and I can�t feel my legs anymore
and I probably have frostbite on my nose and ears and fingers and...�

�� Kyo vanished.

�� Wha...?�
Yuya gasped, stopping in her tracks.� She
rubbed her numbed hands over her eyes, wondering if the snow was playing tricks
on them.� She whipped her head about
wildly, trying to catch sight of her companion.�
�Kyo?� Kyo?!�� Yuya took
several uncertain steps forward, reaching the place where she could have sworn
she had last seen him.� �KYO?!�

�� Something incredibly strong grabbed
her by her left arm, yanking her into the cliff.� Yuya shrieked in surprise and instinctively
pulled back, but whatever it was would not let go.� �HELP!�

�� Honestly, with all your yelping I�m
surprised you haven�t started an avalanche,� Kyo�s gruff voice sounded in her
ear.� It took Yuya several seconds to
process that, one, she no longer felt the icy tearing of the wind, two, she was
in a cave of some sort, and, three, the something that had grabbed her was only
Kyo.

�� Don�t do that!� she gasped,
laying a hand over her heart.� It was
pounding so wildly she thought it would burst.�
�You could give someone a heart attack!��
She glanced over her right shoulder.�
The icy maelstrom outside whistled and shrieked across the narrow cleft
in the cliff face into which Kyo had pulled her.� The ceiling of the cave was barely tall
enough for Kyo to stand upright in.

�� This will have to do until the
storm is over,� Kyo said, letting her go.�
He stepped back and drew off his hat and cloak, shaking off the thick
coating of snow and ice that clung to them.

�� Yuya blinked.� �We�re not going to keep going?� she asked,
bewildered.

�� Kyo rolled his eyes and tossed his
hat and cloak to one side as he moved farther back into the cave, kicking off
his water-logged overshoes.� He sat down
on the ground, cross-legged, his Muramasa katana across his lap.� �You�re the one who was whining about finding
shelter,� he pointed out, �I found shelter and now you�re complaining about not
being out in the blizzard.� Are you
always this perverse or is it that time of the month for you?�

�� How dare you...!�� Yuya felt her cheeks flush scarlet with anger
and embarrassment.� Only Onime no Kyo
would be so crass as to refer to feminine problems at
a time like this!� �It�s just that you
seemed dead set on getting to Yukimura-san�s castle no matter what,� she said
when she finally regained enough composure, �Why the sudden change of heart?�

�� Kyo shrugged.� �I couldn�t put up with your bitching
anymore.�

�� Yuya raised an eyebrow, but let it
slide.� She had a sneaking suspicion
there were other mitigating factors, not the least of which was the
all-too-common male tendency not to admit to being lost.� Hell, if Kyo wanted to play it like that,
might as well let him.� The important thing
was that they were finally out of the blizzard.

�� With a sigh, Yuya removed her own
cloak, not even bothering to shake it out.�
The thing was soaked in any case and would only serve to make her colder
if she put it back on.� Glancing sidelong
at Kyo, who was staring out at the storm with an inscrutable expression on his
face, she began exploring their newfound refuge.

�� It did not take very long.� The cave�s entrance was a narrow passageway
about seven paces in length.� From there,
it widened into a vaguely oblong space ten paces at its longest axis and three
at its shortest.� The walls were a rough
dark limestone and the floor had hidden snags and protrusions that caught
cruelly at Yuya�s frozen toes through her thick straw-and-cloth overshoes.

�� But the cramped accommodations were
not the worst thing.� �Kyo, there�s
nothing here for kindling,� Yuya told the samurai after she completed her
investigation, �We need to dry out our clothes or we�ll get hypothermia.�

�� Kyo did not respond, which caused
Yuya to frown.� �Oi, Kyo,� she said,
prodding him in the shoulder with her finger.

�� What is it now, woman?� Kyo
muttered, slowly turning his head to look up at her.

�� We need to find some way of keeping
warm here,� Yuya replied impatiently, �There�s no fuel for a fire, and our
clothes are soaked.�� She gathered the
hem of her kimono�s sleeve in her hand and squeezed out a fair amount of water
to prove her point.

�� You�re expecting me to do something
about it?� Kyo asked.

�� Again, Yuya had to restrain the
impulse to hit him.� �Of course, baka!�
she exclaimed, plunking down beside him.�
She gestured to the blizzard howling outside the cave.� �That storm doesn�t sound like it�s going to
let up soon, and it�s going to get dark, not to mention colder.� We can still die of cold in this cave, you
know.�

�� Something as inconsequential as the
weather will not kill me,� Kyo stated, as if that settled the matter.� He turned his face back toward the entrance
of the cave.

�� Inconsequential as...?� Yuya
echoed, flabbergasted.� �Is he really
that full of himself?!�� With an
unladylike snort, Yuya got back to her feet.�
If Kyo was not going to take measures to ensure that he would live out
the storm, that was on his head.� She, Shiina Yuya, was going to act like a
sensible human being!

�� First things
first.�� Yuya picked up her
abandoned cloak and moved to the very back of the cave, as far away from any
stray blasts of wind (and Kyo) as she could get.� She blessed her foresight in putting on two
under-kimonos before setting out that morning as she undid the knot in her
obi.� Yuya discarded her thick cotton
winter kimono, drenched with melted snow, and doffed the first under-kimono,
which had fared no better.� Her last
under-kimono, hardly more than a thin yukata, was slightly damp, but she would
have to tolerate it.� The overshoes and
the sandals and tabi she wore under them were next.

�� �Shit, this is not
good...� she told herself as she chafed her dead-white feet to try and get
the blood circulating again.� She had
heard horror stories of what happened when limbs were lost to frost-bite, and
there was absolutely no way she was going under a doctor�s saw because of Kyo�s
idiocy.

�� �Speaking of Kyo...�� Yuya looked over at him, seated as still as
if he had been carved from stone.� In the
dim half-twilight from the mouth of the cave, he appeared to be asleep.� �Kami-sama, don�t tell me he�s actually
worse off than I am!�� Yuya got to
her feet, the hot pin-prickle of resumed blood flow in her lower legs both
reassuring and painful.

�� Kyo?� she said softly, almost
worriedly.� She hesitated before reaching
out to touch him, remembering his last reaction.� He did not respond to her touch, and that
worried Yuya even more.� She knelt down
in front of him, noting that he barely seemed to be breathing.� Kyo�s eyes were closed, his face a neutral
mask of slumber.

�� Yuya began to panic.� �Kyo?� Kyo, wake up!� she called, shaking his
shoulders.� It was utter folly to fall
asleep in a snow storm, and it seemed Kyo was doing just that.� The illusion of warmth and peace that crept
over the body was a herald of death, and she would be damned if she let him
succumb to that.� Out of desperation,
Yuya slapped him as hard as she could in the face, the imprint of her hand blazing
red on his ice-cold skin.� �Snap out of
it!�

�� Snap out of it he did.� His katana was halfway out of its saya as he
bore her to the ground, the terrible fire of unrecognizing lethal intent
blazing in his otherwise blank eyes.�
Yuya uttered a half-strangled shriek of terror as she stared Death in
the face.

�� Then Kyo blinked, crimson eyes
focusing on her frightened face.�
Recognition dawned in them and he hastily pulled himself off of her,
sheathing his katana as he did so.� There
were several tense minutes of silence as the two of them stared at each
other.� Then Kyo reached up with one hand
and touched the scarlet handprint on his face.�
�Why,� he finally asked in a deliberately calm voice, �the hell did you
slap me?� Do you have a death wish?�

�� No,� Yuya replied in the barest
thread of a whisper, trembling from her brush with death.� She pushed herself up, still somewhat
uncertain. ��I was afraid...�

�� Afraid?� Kyo interrupted, cocking
an eyebrow, �You should be.�

�� No, not that!� I was afraid that you had fallen
asleep...that you were...�� She reached
out uncertainly, her fingertips just short of grazing his offended cheek.�

�� Kyo watched her impassively, making
no move to brush her away.� �That I was
what?� Dead?�

�� Yuya nodded mutely.

�� Kyo shook his head, as if unable to
believe anyone could be so foolish.� �I
told you before, a little bit of cold will never kill me.�

�� That was the last straw.� �You baka!�
Yuya howled, slapping him across the other cheek.� She then threw her arms around him and buried
her face in his neck, �I thought you had fallen asleep!� Don�t you know that�s how people die
in blizzards?!�� Fierce hot tears fell
from her eyes, liquid anger and fear flowing out of her.� �Don�t you ever do that to me again, Onime no
Kyo!� I�ll kick your ass!�

�� Don�t flatter yourself,�
Kyo snorted.� He glanced down at the
young woman clinging to him.� �So, you
were worried that I�d die, is that it?� Awfully sweet of you to care, little girl, although there are
certainly better ways of showing it.�

�� Yuya froze, suddenly aware of what
she was doing.� �I�m hugging
Onime no Kyo!� And I�ve slapped
him...twice!�� Surrendering dignity
for the sake of expediency, Yuya leapt to her feet and backed away
hastily.� �Well, of course I care if
you�re alive or dead!� she shot back with her usual acidity once she was a safe
distance from him, �Do you know how hard it is to drag a frozen corpse to a
police station?� And dead bounties are
hardly worth half as much as live ones!�

�� Ah, yes, I keep forgetting that
you�re only sticking with me to collect the million ryo
bounty on my head,� Kyo said dryly.� Some
emotion other than disdain flickered momentarily in his crimson eyes and was
gone before Yuya could be certain she had seen it.� �You needn�t concern yourself.�

�� Well, I won�t,� Yuya sniffed, �but
you could at least have the courtesy not to fall asleep on me.�

�� I wasn�t asleep,� Kyo told her.

�� Your eyes were closed.� What the hell else was I supposed to think?�

�� That I was meditating.�

�� Meditating?�� Yuya outright laughed at that, but was cut
short by Kyo�s glare.� �Sorry, it never
occurred to me that you were the meditating type, okay?� Besides, nobody tries to reach nirvana in the
middle of a blizzard.�

�� And you would know that because you
are so wise in all the ways of the world,� Kyo drawled, sarcasm so thick it was
almost palpable.

�� Yuya glowered threateningly.� �Fuck you,� she muttered under her breath,
turning on her heel and stamping over to the far end of the cave.� It was only a couple of steps, so it did
nothing to alleviate her anger.� With an
annoyed growl, she sat down and started working out her frustrations on her wet
clothes, wringing the moisture from them, pretending it was Kyo�s neck.

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�� Stop it.�

�� Stop what?� Yuya snapped as she
walked by Kyo.

�� Pacing.� It�s irritating.�

�� Not as irritating as you,� Yuya
said under her breath.� �I�m trying to
keep warm, obviously,� she informed him, �Since I can�t meditate my way to a
higher plane of existence where I don�t feel cold, I�m stuck with this
option.� And as long as we�re in this
cave, you�re just going to have to deal with it.�

�� Hn,� Kyo grunted, narrowing his
eyes at her.

�� Hn,
yourself!� she retorted, wrapping her arms more tightly around her body as she
strode past him again.� She glanced at
the mouth of the cave.� The blizzard
still raged, and now it was noticeably darker.�
Colder, too.�
She had put her sandals back on to prevent her bare feet from getting
too torn up by the uneven cave floor, and the constant thock-thock
of her footsteps was, admittedly, pretty grating on the nerves.� �Well too bad, Mister
I�m-Seeking-Enlightenment-in-the-Middle-of-a-Freaking-Snow-Storm, you�re just
going to have to...�

�� An unexpected projection in the
floor snagged the front of her right sandal, almost pitching her to the
ground.� She managed to catch herself
just in time.

�� A trifle clumsy, aren�t you?� Kyo
observed.

�� Bite me,� Yuya snarled.

�� Is that an invitation?� Kyo shot
back, leering.

�� Oh for
Kami-sama�s sake!� Yuya groaned. �She was far too tired to start another bout of
insults.� It was hard enough putting one
foot in front of the other, endlessly circling the darkening cave, feeling the
cold slowly, inexorably creeping over her despite her efforts, knowing that
eventually, she would...� �NO! Don�t
you dare start thinking like that, don�t you give up, you�re not going to die
out here, you�re warm, you�re all right, you�re going to pull through this...�� She shook her head grimly as the room began
to tilt and sway beneath her feet and the shadows seemed to close in on her...

�� Yuya stumbled once more, falling
forward heavily.

�� At least you landed on your pile of
clothes that time,� Kyo sneered, waiting for the girl�s inevitable retort.

�� Yuya did not move.

�� Kyo narrowed his eyes.� �Oi, ugly, you�re the one giving me a hard
time about falling asleep.� Get your lazy
ass in gear!�

�� She remained where she had fallen,
giving no sign of having heard his taunts.

�� With an irritated snarl, Kyo hefted
himself to his feet and strode over to Yuya�s prone form.� �Get up, dammit!� he barked at her, nudging
her with his toe.� Her body merely rocked
in place.� Kyo knelt beside Yuya and
yanked her up by the shoulders, shaking her roughly.� �Wake up you idiot!�

�� Yuya�s head lolled backward, her face
a blue-tinged bloodless white, her eyes closed.�
�Yuya?� Yuya?!�� Kyo pressed
his fingers to the side of her neck, just beneath her jawline.� Her pulse was so weak he could barely feel it
beneath her cold skin.� �Damned wench, I
thought you were more stubborn than that!� Kyo swore at her.� He carefully laid her back down on the ground
and stood, his fists clenching and unclenching spasmodically as he stared down
at her.

�� I�m going to regret this, I just
know it,� he said to himself.� Kyo
retrieved his cloak from the other side of the cave and spread it out on the
cave floor beside Yuya, the outer side face-down.� With a grimace, he slipped out of his kimono,
stripping down to his fundoshi.� Picking the unresponsive young woman up once
more, bracing her against his body, Kyo undid the ties of Yuya�s under-kimono,
roughly pulling her limp arms out of the sleeves and tossing the garment to the
side.

�� Yuya�s eyelids flickered and Kyo
paused, searching her face for a more substantial reaction.� When none was forthcoming, he placed her on
his cloak and lay down on top of her, seeking to cover every inch of her bare
flesh as he could with his own.� �Get
angry quick, little girl, because I don�t know how long I�m going to be able to
stand this,� he muttered, brushing her wet bangs back from her forehead.� He reached out and touched Yuya�s kimono, but
it was still far too sodden.� His
searching hand found her cloak, which, like his, was still wet, but had dried
out more than any other garment.� Kyo
drew the cloak over both of them.

�� Well, congratulations,� Kyo told
Yuya, trailing his lips over her eyelids and down to her slightly open mouth, �You�re probably the only person in existence
who can still drive me crazy while unconscious.�� He paused once more, staring down at her as
if he had the power to will her eyes to open. ��Dammit Yuya, if you fucking die on me, I
swear Emma-O himself will boot your ass back into the world of the living when
I�m through with him.� And then you�re mine!�

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�� Hm, this is nice...� Yuya thought lazily, delighting in
the sensation of the warm summer sun on her face.� This was rather strange, since there was not
a sun in the sky, only threatening black clouds heavy with winter tempest.� Yuya figured she really ought to be worried
about that, but her body felt so comfortable, who could possibly care about
some ugly clouds?� The winds, too, seemed
to be howling and shrieking frightfully, but from where she lay, they were as
the mewling of a kitten, having no importance.

�� I could stay like this
forever.� I wonder where I am?�� She turned
her head to one side, but there was nothing, nothing but a pure white blanket
of snow and miniature cyclones of swirling snowflakes as far as the eye could
see.� She frowned, slightly puzzled.� �Snow?� That�s not possible; snow�s so cold, and I�m
warm, really warm, like having two good thick futons.� I must be asleep then,
and dreaming all of this.�� That
sounded like a satisfactory explanation and Yuya turned her attention back to
the sky.

�� �But when did you fall asleep?�
a small voice asked her, like a pin-prickle twinge in the back of her
mind.� �I thought it was dangerous to
fall asleep in the snow.�

�� Leave me alone, I want to sleep;
I�m tired, dammit,� Yuya told the voice.

�� You got all hot and bothered
about Kyo falling asleep, didn�t you?� the voice nagged, now sounding in
her ear like an annoying, stinging fly, �What the bloody hell makes you
think he�s going to let this slide?�

�� I don�t care,� she growled in
response, wanting desperately brush the irritant away, but finding that neither
of her arms wanted to obey the impulse.�
Panic surged through her, but the languid, comfortable warmth seemed to
smother it almost as soon as it arose.

�� Now, now, there�s no need to get
excited over nothing,� a new voice murmured, smooth and soothing as warmed
sake, �You just lie still and relax.�
Fall asleep, you�ve had a hard time, you deserve some peace and quiet.�

�� Can�t argue with that,� Yuya agreed,
relieved that someone was willing to take her side, �Do you have any
idea what it�s like putting up with that jerk?�
He doesn�t give a damn about anyone but himself.�

�� �That jerk stopped every
time you slowed down, remember?� He could
have easily left you behind to die in the storm if he really didn�t care about
you,� the cutting voice came again, like a slap to the face, �Not to
mention the fact that he found shelter for you when you told him that you
needed rest.�

�� Well, that�s true,� Yuya had to concede,
frowning again.� She had been out in a
storm, walking with Kyo...or was that the dream?� She strained to remember.� �Kyo got angry, didn�t he, but he never
went so fast that I couldn�t keep up...�

�� And he kept calling you such ugly
names, too,� the
soothing voice added, �Don�t think about it.�
You just want to sleep.�� A
warm fog pressed down on her struggling faculties, miring them with
murkiness.� It was too hard to try and
remember.� She only wanted to sleep...

�� �NO, you don�t!� snapped the
annoying voice, �How can you be such an idiot, lying out here in the middle
of a fucking blizzard, falling asleep?!�
Do you have a death wish or something?�

�� Death wish?�
Yuya echoed.� That was familiar.� Hadn�t Kyo asked her that recently?� It was right after she had slapped him in the
face, which was before she hugged him because she was so relieved he hadn�t
fallen asleep in the cave...she was supposed to be in a cave, not out here in
the middle of a snowstorm she could hear but not feel.� Right?

�� Such silly things to be
thinking, in a cave!� chuckled the comfortable
voice, �Why would you ever be in a cave?�
Almost as silly as hugging Onime no Kyo...�

�� I know it hurts, but you�ve got to
fight this, girl,�
the nagging voice said sternly, sounding very much like Yuya when she was mad
at herself for something, �Kyo�s with you.�
He hasn�t left you; don�t you dare think about leaving him!� You�ve fought to stay by his side for so
long, are you just going to give up on him now?�

�� And why should Onime no Kyo be so
important to you?�
the warm voice retorted, sounding discordant and unpleasant for the first time,
�He doesn�t give a damn about you or anyone else, remember?�

�� He said to stay by his side, didn�t
he?� He ran after you in Aokigahara, and
he fought for you.� He protected you, and
he�s kept on protecting you!� That counts
for something, neh?�� The voice was like hundreds of needles,
digging into her flesh, causing the muscles to flex and the blood to start
flowing through her numbed limbs.� �You
haven�t survived this long by giving up just when you�re tired!�

�� But I just want to sleep, why can�t
you leave me alone?� Yuya whimpered.� �But
I can�t do that, I can�t just fall asleep, I need to wake up.� There�s something wrong, this is wrong, I
need to wake up, I need to wake up because Kyo needed to wake up, because if I
fall asleep, I won�t wake up again, and I don�t want to die, I don�t want to
die, but oh this hurts, this hurts too much...!�� The burning, stinging pain radiated through
her body, ripping her away from the bewitching, forgetful warmth, yanking her
up, up through dark clouds and shrieking winds, and suddenly she could hear a
different voice that wasn�t hers but it sounded so familiar...

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�� Yuya did not respond to this dire
threat, and Kyo began chafing her pale skin with his hands, wherever they could
reach.� The blood needed to be encouraged
to the surface or she would never wake again.�
With grim determination, Kyo focused on his task.� Time faded into nothingness as he worked to
maintain the dying flame of her spirit.�
The howling winds and the failing light of day did not matter, only this
woman, no, this little girl who only looked like a woman.� If he lost her...

�� Dammit!� Kyo swore, pressing his
lips against hers, feeling no return of warmth, of softness.� He lingered for a moment before returning to
his task.� �Don�t die on me, Yuya, you�re
not going to die on me, I�m not going to let you die, dammit!�

�� �Kyo?�� Wakefulness, life, returned to her slowly,
fitfully.� Warmth...and pain...

�� I�m not going to lose you, you hear
me!� Fight, dammit, use that damned
stubbornness of yours and fight!�� Kyo
was not even aware that he had continued to voice his thoughts.� �Fight, Yuya!�

�� That was his voice, wasn�t it?� Was he the one who was calling her?� �Kyo...�� She tried to speak, but her voice wouldn�t
work and it was so dark, she couldn�t see.�
�I want to speak, I want to tell him...�

�� Don�t you dare give up, you hear
me?!�

�� �...I need to tell him...�

�� You�re not going to get rid of me
like this, I�m not letting you get away from me!�

�� I�m not leaving you...�

�� It was the softest ghost of a
whisper, so quiet he almost did not hear it.�
Only the exhalation of her warm breath against his cheek told him that
it had not been his imagination.� Kyo
dropped her hands, which he had been chafing between his own.� �Yuya?� he called.

�� He said my name.� Boy, I must really have him worried to do
that.�� ...think you�re getting a
little too friendly with me, Onime no Kyo,� Yuya croaked weakly, opening her
eyes and looking up with as much irritation as she could fake.

�� Never before had Yuya (or anyone
else for that matter) the privilege of seeing a look of absolute, unadulterated
astonishment take possession of Onime no Kyo�s features.

�� You took off my clothes,� Yuya
observed, shifting beneath him and feeling the glide of skin upon skin,
magnified by the renewed sensitivity of her body.� He was warm, so very warm... �That�s very
rude and perverted of you.�

�� Kyo frowned, his confusion banished
as though it had never existed.� �Would
you rather be naked or dead?� he asked her through grit teeth.

�� Truthfully, I�d rather be naked,�
Yuya admitted after pretending to give his question serious thought.� �Thank you, Kyo,� she added gently, raising
up slightly and brushing her lips over his.�
�I suppose I can forgive you this one time.�

�� You�re getting a bit too friendly
yourself, you know,� Kyo informed her after a moment of sustained silence.� He lowered his face until his breath tickled
her left ear.� �And I still haven�t paid
you back for slapping me.� If you�re
going to make it so I can�t meditate in peace, I�m going to have to find some
other way of keeping warm.��

�� What do you mean, pay me back?�
Yuya demanded, �Kyo, if you�re thinking that just because we�re na...merf!�

�� It is very hard to argue when your
mouth is captured in a kiss, as Yuya discovered.� Kyo pushed his hands beneath her head and
neck, cradling and imprisoning her so that she could not escape as he tasted
and explored her at his leisure.

�� �That...BASTARD!�
Yuya�s mind screamed furiously.� She
managed to work her hands free from between the press of their bodies, and,
just as Kyo backed off momentarily to draw a breath, she grabbed him around the
neck and shoulders, returning the attack with equal fervor.� If anyone was going to be kissing anyone
here, he was going to be the one who was going to take it from her,
not the other way around, dammit!

�� Kyo was caught off guard, his eyes
widening in surprise.� Yuya smirked
against his mouth, savoring the sweet victory of finally getting one up on the
infamous Onime no Kyo.

�� Bad move.

�� Yuya half-shrieked in surprise and
shock as Kyo suddenly reversed their positions, throwing aside the cloak
covering them as he did so.� The artic
chill assaulted her bare skin, ten times more sensitive to the change in
temperature thanks to the heat of Kyo�s body.

�� Augh!� Cold!� she yipped, instinctively clinging
more tightly to the only source of heat in the cave.

�� The �heat source� snickered as he
ran his hands down her sides and back, fingers digging into the firm muscle of
her buttocks.� �What�s the matter Yuya?�
he asked her casually, �I would have assumed you were the type of girl who
enjoyed being on top.�

�� Pervert!�
Yuya snapped, levering herself up with her forearms against his chest so she
could glare at him, �Don�t think you can just...hrmfg!�� Apparently, being on the bottom was not a
tactical disadvantage for Kyo.�
�Grrrrrr...�

�� Hmmm...you�re
more exciting when you�re angry than when you�re surprised,� Kyo noted when he
finally disengaged the liplock, �I�ll have to remember that.� I especially liked that sexy growl of yours.�

�� S-s-stop being
s-s-such a jerk!� Yuya hissed through chattering teeth, shivering
mightily.� The last light of day had
faded away, and the weird, howling darkness of the storm impressed itself on
her.� The temperature was dropping
precipitously.� Even with her temper in
high gear, Yuya realized that there was still a real danger.� �Kyo, we h-h-have to...�

�� Aa,� Kyo grunted, wrapping his arms
about her and carefully rolling her back onto the cloak, his body shielding
hers from the worst of the cold.� The
cloak was pulled over them once more.�
Yuya continued to tremble beneath him, her recent lapse into hypothermic
unconsciousness evidently heightening her susceptibility to cold.� In the darkness that had descended, Kyo made
his decision.

�� Understand me, little girl,� he
said to Yuya, �If you wish to survive, you must submit to me.� No amount of pacing is going to save you, as
I am sure you have already deduced.�

�� Beneath him, Yuya�s body
stilled.� �Yes, I understand, Kyo,� she
replied haltingly, closing her eyes against a sudden upwelling of fear.� Up until now, it had been something of a
game, exciting, teasing � if she allowed her feelings for Kyo to get wrapped up
in this, it would be disastrous for her.�
�For survival � that�s all he is concerned about.� That�s all that matters to me.�� �I understand,� she repeated in a stronger
voice.

�� Good,� Kyo said shortly.� He reached down and began undoing his fundoshi.

�� Um, Kyo?�� Yuya�s voice was small, embarrassed.

�� What is it?� he asked her, a trifle
impatiently as he managed to pull the fundoshi off
without letting too much cold air in under the cloak.

�� Well, it�s...um...I�veneverdonethisbefore,� she said in a rush.� It was too dark for him to see her blush, for
which she thanked Kami-sama.

�� Kyo froze.� �What did you say?� he demanded slowly,
heavily.

�� I�ve never had sex before, okay?!�
Yuya blurted angrily.

�� Kyo let his head sag against her
collar bone.� �You mean that you, a fool
girl traipsing around Japan,
completely unsupervised, are still a virgin?�

�� Like I was going to let some
perverted asshole ronin rape me because the whorehouses were out of his
league!� Yuya flared, smacking Kyo in the back of the head, �I was taking care
of myself just fine before you came along, you know!�

�� Whatever,� Kyo murmured
dismissively, �And that�s three slaps you owe me for now, little girl.�� Kyo grit his teeth and exhaled forcefully.

�� Yuya felt the trail of his breath
over her skin.� �Is there a problem?� I should think after all those times you
groped me, this would be nothing to you.��
She bit her lip.� �Of course,
he�s always preferred the company of whores to mine.� I suppose experience is what he�s
looking for.� As if I
wanted that!�

�� I�m going to have to hurt you,� Kyo
told her, oblivious to Yuya�s inner turmoil.

�� What?!�
Yuya yelped, her thoughts coming to a screeching halt.� Then she remembered something she had
overheard a long time ago.� �Oh...�

�� I�m not about to instruct you in pillow
matters,� Kyo snorted, �Try not to make this anymore difficult than it is.�

�� I can take anything you give me,
Kyo!� snapped Yuya, abandoning confusion and fear for more comforting and
familiar anger.

�� Like you have a choice?� Kyo
retorted mildly.� Without giving a chance
for her to respond to his jibe, Kyo reached down between their bodies, his
fingers entering the folds of her womanhood.

�� Waves of intense pleasure radiated
through Yuya, her shout of surprise cut short by inexplicable breathlessness.� Her muscles tightened around his fingers even
as she reflexively parted her thighs to grant him easier access.� Kyo continued to massage her, coaxing her
higher and higher with each thrust.� Yuya
moaned, whimpered, crying out his name as she clung to him, her anchor in this
maelstrom of heady pleasure that almost pain (or was it pain so exquisite that
it was pleasure?).

�� She was nearing her climax, her
pulse pounding in the soft flower-bud flesh he held between his fingers.�� Warm liquid poured over his hand, and Kyo�s
nostrils flared as the scent tantalized him, urging him to satisfy himself.� With a feral grin, he withdrew his hand before
rising above her and taking her in one fluid thrust, his hardness piercing her
barrier.

�� The sensation of feeling something
rip inside her was more a shock than it was painful, but Yuya could not help
the half-choked sob that tore its way out of her throat or the liquid fire
tears that fell from her eyes.� Kyo
lowered himself onto her, gently, letting her softness cradle him as he drew
his lips over her cheeks, lapping away the precious tears with his tongue.� �Yuya,� he whispered to her, �I know it
hurts...�

�� No, no...� Yuya denied fiercely,
running her hands through the thick ebony tangle of his hair, kissing him,
�It�s nothing.� You�re not hurting
me.� It�s all right.�

�� Kyo exhaled forcefully, tensing as
the slightest movement of her hips radiated a thousand-fold through him.� �Don�t be stupid,� he growled, coaxing her
mouth open with nudges of his tongue.� He
delved into her, forcing her into submission, to hold still while he allowed
her to recover.

�� Hmpf!� Yuya snorted, sensing in part what he was
doing.� She shifted, tilting her hips
upward, taking him further in.� It was
agony, it was bliss, it was a double-edged blade that threatened to cleave her
in two, it was the fullness that would make her
whole.� She gasped, overwhelmed by the
sensation.

�� Kyo snarled, pulling back from her
lips.� �Yuya, you don�t know what...!� he
panted, even as he pressed himself more urgently inside her.

�� Then tell me!� demanded Yuya, �What
is it that you need me to do?�� She
whimpered as he withdrew, the ache rushing into the emptiness left behind.�

�� Kyo growled incoherently, panting
against her sensitized skin.� He plunged
into her again, feeling the cruel tear of his manhood through her delicate
flesh.�� And yet, she clung to him,
accepting him, taking him to her as if he was a part of her that she had always
been lacking.� Kyo guided her rhythm to
match his, his mouth taking liberty with her naked flesh, devouring her taste.

�� Yuya moaned as his tongue trailed
fire over her skin, the fierce heat of passion.�
Every fibre of her being resonated with
his...where she ended and he began she did not know.� It was all too powerful, too consuming to
deny � her want (need) for him went beyond any desire for survival.� Their breaths, their sweat, their heat melded
together as one, two halves of a whole

�� Her moans became a shriek as Kyo
drove himself into her one last time, her body seeming to shatter to nothing
more than infinite points of light that shone brighter than the stars.� Kyo allowed his own release as he held her to
him, accompanying her, her ultimate pleasure his own.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

�� Kyo...?��

�� What is it?�

�� Yuya bit her lip and snuggled her
face into his chest.� �Thank you,� she
whispered, �I would be dead if you hadn�t...�

�� Kyo snorted lightly, turning them on
their sides so that he could hold her more comfortably.� �If you hadn�t insisted on coming with me, we
wouldn�t have been put in this situation,� he pointed out.

�� Yuya�s stomach tightened and she
felt the sting of tears in her eyes.� �So,
it didn�t matter to him after all?�

�� Kyo continued, �But I would have
been much colder if you hadn�t been beside me.�

�� Is that so?� Yuya asked, surprised.

�� Aa.� It also helped when you were underneath
me...�� He punctuated his assertion with
a firm grope of her buttocks

�� Kyo!� she yelped, scandalized.� She swatted his shoulder.

�� Hm, maybe next time we should see
what happens when you�re on top.�

�� ...you�re assuming there will be
a next time, of course.�� Blushes are
invisible in the darkness, but their heat can still be felt.

�� Of course I do.� I think you�d prefer it.�

�� Kyo, that�s just perver...mmmphf!�

*~ OWARI ~*

Soundtrack:

1.
�2
of a Kind!� �� [Sano + Megumi
Image Song, Rurouni Kenshin]

2.
�Sango
to Kirara� �� [Inuyasha: Affections
Touching Across Time Movie OST]

3.
�Bring
Me to Life� �� [Evanescence, DareDevil Movie Soundtrack]
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