To Catch A Thief

A/N: hey you guys, i am so sorry for not really updating this for a very veyr long time, but i kinda lost the inspiration to write, but i think its coming back to me, so here is the next chapter and a lemon just like i promised!

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Chapter 3:

She had waited at least a day for her wounds to heal, and they had not that long ago. Although it seems impossible for a mere human to heal so fast, it was true. Sango had once been injected with a kind of drug that allowed the human body to heal much faster then normal if they had the time to. Sango had found an abandoned warehouse and stayed there for the night, morning and afternoon until her broken ribs and other wounds were completely healed and it was safe to return, but although she was healed, she was still weak and tired from the previous events.

And know she walked down hallways and hallways of darkness, where small screams that could be heard throughout the place. Fear seeped through her body, and she absentmindedly bit her bottom lip in nervousness. Perhaps it wasn’t to late to leave…to just run out of this place and leave the area, perhaps the country even.

No! No she was already in front of the door, if she’d run now, then she would most likely be caught by one of the guards or other assassins that roamed the halls. She never thought she would dread this door more then anything, but here she is now ready, scared beyond anything of going through that giant, golden carved door.

It was horror for her and she tried to find an escape somewhere near where she might possibly use to get out. But not one what so ever, and she was sure her boss was running thin on patience.

She walked up to it and brought her hand up to touch the golden lining on the door, but pulled away hesitantly like it had burned her hand to a point where it hurt so much that you could want to end your life that quickly. She looked at it with shinning eyes, small tears could be seen at the corner of her eyes.

She was afraid, so afraid on what would happen once she was inside. Would she live to be able to see tomorrow? Or would her punishment mean death? Torture even? The questions and thoughts that flashed through her mind were just too much for her to bear.

The door in front of her suddenly opened to a point where Sango could slip through it with ease. But she wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to do at the moment. But then again, not going in there could be even worse. She could be severely punished for listening and trying to escape from her first punishment.

It was all just confusing for Sango. Should she go or should she not go? They were questions that could take for hours to have a correct and reasonable answer, but at the moment she didn’t have hours to think about it, she barely even had minutes to think about it. But of coarse if she decided to run, she would be hunted down and tortured to death.

She wasn’t dumb and she new the consequence if she decided to run, but all she ever wanted was to be free from her imprisonment. She new what she had to do, she had to face him now and then ruminate a plan that could possibly help her escape.

But once again, the image of the damned fox entered her mind, and she wondered what would happen if she had left? What would he do? And would she ever see him again? His image would plague her mind most of the hours of the day, and she found herself thinking, what it would be like to…well…befriend him as a lightly way to put it.

Finally she had agreed with herself that she might have possibly fallen in love with the fox demon himself. She at first denied it, but after much consideration she had given in to both her physical and mental attraction to the thief.

A loud ‘Bang’ brought her out of her thoughts, and she peeked between the doors to see what had happened. She couldn’t spot her ‘master’ anywhere in the room, but she still moved cautiously between the doors, until her whole body was inside a darkened room.

She looked around aimlessly; looking between the shadows for the figure she dreaded all those years! Perhaps he wasn’t here at all. Maybe he had decided to let her be, to set her free, to let her off the hook perhaps. But once again her thoughts were washed away when a hard force smacked her down.

Sango flew through the air, hitting numerous along the way, until she hit a pillar and fell to the floor with a ‘thud’. Slowly she lifted herself off the ground, a small puddle of blood forming underneath her body.

Her struggles were futile and she almost gave up on trying to sit up, nonetheless stand. It was worthless; she would probably waste all her energy and strength from getting up from just one blow. Of coarse it was a hard blow, and she had taken a brutal fall, but she was a warrior, and assassin that should be able to take such an attack as that one.

Blood covered her abdomen, a huge gash cutting across her stomach, her clothes smeared in her own blood. Red droplets fell to the floor, staining that as well.

Slowly a figure walked out from the shadows, his strides were silent as the wind as he moved towards her. Naraku peered out from the darkness and walked up to Sango until he was standing above her body, peering down at her.

Bending down, Naraku grabbed a hand full of Sango’s hair in his fist and lifted her up forcefully. Sango’s small and feeble hands went to her head, trying to pry his hands off of her hair. Her nails digging in the skin on his wrist, trying to claw her way out of his grasp, but nothing happened, and Sango felt his blood slowly run through her fingers from the small cuts she made on his wrist.

“You pathetic human!” he growled, throwing her across the room until she hit the wall on the other side. “And to think I thought you could do this mission yourself! You let him get away, and with the jewel too!”

He stalked towards her as she tried to get up again, but slide down onto the floor halfway up. She was too weak to fight him now, to defend herself. She couldn’t even get up on her own, surely she will die tonight.

But once again he caught her off guard when he lifted her up by her shoulders until she was eye level with him, and he slowly slid his hand over her cheek, cupping her face in the palm of his hand, the way a mother would do to comfort her child.

He brushed his thumb over her cheek a couple of times before forcing her to look into his eyes. Then he slowly leaned down towards her face, slowly until her was just a breath away from her ear and whispered, “I will not let you die, you belong to me and I would like to have my fun before you die. But before we get to that I want you to retrieve my jewel once again. I want you to kill the thief and take the jewel and bring it back to me, this is your last chance!”

She shuddered at the sound of his voice, it was almost seductively. She tried to make room between her and Naraku, but he only tightened his hold on her, bringing her closer to his body.

“I will not accept failure this time!” he yelled and slapped her across the face, before leaving the room.

Sango lifted her hand and touched her cheek but cringed as she saw more blood run onto her hand. He had hit her hard enough to draw blood. Sango wrapped her arms around herself and choked on a sob.

How was she supposed to get out of this one? How is she supposed to survive now? She didn’t want to retrieve the damn jewel for him, she didn’t want anything to do with him, but her life was on the line. Her life that she treasures more then anything else, and it was all because of some stone! Some damn stone that a damn thief….

Sango’s thoughts stopped abruptly, reminding herself of the fox. Naraku had ordered to kill him, to kill the thief and take the jewel. But that was the last thing she had wanted to do! He wasn’t supposed to enter her life and make it complicating, he wasn’t supposed to appear at all.

But now he is in the middle of it, and Sango is the one who has to deal with him. It shouldn’t be that hard! I don’t know him and he is just in the way of my duties…of my…Sango couldn’t take it anymore; she broke down at that moment, crying her eyes out.

Of coarse she couldn’t just kill him! She could barely hurt him now, let alone kill him. But if she doesn’t kill him then it means her death, but is it worth it? Maybe she could reason with him, make a deal to cheat him out of his death. Maybe Naraku will never know that he’s still alive, as long as he has his blasted jewels he won’t care!

It could work…Sango thought, wiping away the wet streams that made their way down her face. She hated crying because it made her seem weak, she hated showing emotions as well, but that’s all this has been, is emotions. Emotions that had confused her beyond words, and now she had to sort them all out.

Sango quickly stood up from he place on the floor and ran through the doors, and down the hallways, determined to find a solution…

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Youko plopped down on the bed, throwing up the jewel and catching it in mid air. He repeated this action a couple of times before he gave out a long sigh and sat up on the bed, with the jewel in his hand.

He slowly held up the red stone, rotating it, as if he was studying it very closely. This thing has caused me a great deal of trouble, and yet I am glad! He sighed again, thinking of their last encounter.

It had been only moments ago, and yet it seemed like an eternity! And his wanting, his need for her had become even stronger, that he almost had no control over it. If only he knew her better; knew why she wanted this jewel as much as he did; why she seemed so emotionless, so distant before!

They were all things he wanted to figure out. But how could he, when every time they met, they tried to kill each other. Well perhaps that was what it was all about the first time the encountered each other, but as time progressed, they have somewhat become closer then they first were.

And all Youko wanted to do was figure her out, become friends, even more with her, but that seemed almost impossible for him, for both of them even. She was a slave, an assassin on a mission, working for some demon, some demon that even left her terrified beyond words. And he…he was a common thief that just happened to be known around the world. He’s a thief with no common reputation, no life ahead of him.

But yet there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, and his light just happened to be this mysterious thief who has a past that may threaten to destroy her. And if only he get the moment to talk to her, to visit with her, then perhaps he could help, help in one way or another.

Sango was just a girl who needed her freedom, who needed comfort and support even. But at the moment she didn’t have any, nothing at all, not even a distant relative or friend to help her get what she so badly needed.

Youko stood up from his position and walked over towards a door. There the same computer as before had popped up and he punched in the same digits as last time, and the doors opened one after another till he came upon the same shimmering force field as before. There he silently said some words and walked through.

He stood in the middle of the room, and looked at the little rosary red jewel in his hand once more and looked up at the little table that stood before him.
“This jewel is more important to me, I’ll have to make sure nothing happens to it,” he said to himself and placed the jewel down and a pink glassy field appeared around it. As if rehearsed, a little fly flew down from the light and landed gracefully on the pink barrier, and almost instantly turned to dust.

Youko smirked at his little accomplishment. He succeeded in getting his jewel and had got it before that woman had. But yet he couldn’t stop thinking on what she is doing at this precise moment. Perhaps she is on her way to get it back from him?

“Keh, she can try!” he grinned.

He made a long depressed sigh and walked out of the room, closing all the doors behind him. Who was he kidding? Of coarse he wanted her to come looking for it. It would be his only way of seeing her again, and man did he ever want to see her.

For him it seemed like ages ago when he last saw her, last fought her, he last kissed her. He sighed again and stared out the curtain-closed window. That kiss was so passionate, filled with longing, desire and love. How he wished to taste her sweet lips again.

It was driving him crazy just thinking about it and sooner or later he wouldn’t be able to contain himself from the desires he so badly needed, wanted. But he was still very curious about her life, her past, and whom she is working for. She said that she had needed the jewel, and she seemed almost desperate to get it.

Something scared her, something that most of been more powerful and evil, because by the looks of it, it would take a lot to scare her. She was a damn assassin, who held no mercy to anyone.

But the last time we had encountered each other, she had hesitated. Almost as if she was thinking if she should kill me or let me live. Right at this moment he was the most confused fox ever.

Things kept playing in his head all at once, and he couldn’t think straight at all. Questions after questions, and no answers to go with them.

A sudden crash behind him brought him out of his temporarily confused state. He spun around instantly and only saw the sight of a broken vase on the ground. Now that he could think straight again he could feel a small presence in the room. But he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where it was located.

It felt like it was moving so fast that it was all over the place. He spun around in circles almost, trying to locate this thing that was in his home. He growled low in his throat, the irritation building up inside of him.

“Damnit who’s out there!?! Show yourselves!” he yelled.

He got no response from the person at all, and that only made him angrier then before, which was a great deal. If this person ticked him off even more, then it would be their life their risking.

Youko’s ears twitched at the light sound of a button, and turned around quickly. A figure in a dark brown cap was trying to get in his safe. He growled again and brought out a rose, instantaneously turning into a thorned whip.

He whipped it at the figure, hoping to catch him off guard, but the person saw what was coming and flipped up in the air, landing on the floor swiftly. He growled again and went after the figure again, but one attack after another he dodged until he was behind Youko, kicking him in the back.

But before he fell to the ground, he quickly grabbed the person’s foot tripped him, making him fall flat on his ass. He gave a ‘shriek’ as he fell to the floor, and Youko looked at him with puzzlement.

Men don’t just shriek! Come to think of it he saw those fighting moves before. Getting the answer he wanted, he quickly moved on top of the figure and pulled down the hood from the cloak.

Black tresses fell down over a beautiful face of the woman he had been thinking about for the last 6 hours or more. She looked up at him with angry eyes, and her mouth set in a straight line as she glared at him.

“How is it that we always end up meeting like this,” he said while indicating what he meant. Sango looked at their position, and blushed a dark crimson and at the same time still glaring at him.

Youko gave a small chuckle and looked at her seriously, “If you think you can get back my jewel, your madly mistaken.”

She gave a ‘humph’ and tried to buck him off, but he grabbed onto her wrists to hold her hands down and only tightened his grip when she tried to release herself.

“What do you think your doing, get off me!” She yelled through gritted teeth.

“We wouldn’t be in this position if you hadn’t tried to steal my jewel,” he purred in her ear, making shivers crawl up her spine.

“I said get off!” she yelled, using all of her force to push him off of her.

She quickly stood up but was crushed into the wall behind her by a strong, muscular body. “What do you think your doing now!?!” she questioned.

But when she didn’t get a response from the demon, she looked up at his face. She looked him straight in the eyes and got lost in their deep depths. She just stared at him, loosing her voice as well.

Both pairs of eyes stared at each other, searching one another for answers to their problems, and when they found none, they just searched harder. Slowly they moved closer to one another.

Youko could feel her breath touch his lips and he couldn’t take it anymore, he crashed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, and she responded with just as much force and passion.

Sango’s hands slowly moved up his muscular arms, till they reached his head, and her hands tangled themselves in his long, smooth silver hair. Slowly they moved even higher, till they reached the top of his head and started petting his furry ears. A dark rumbling was heard in his chest, and after a while Sango realized it was purring, and she laughed slightly.

Youko was lost now once he heard he small, sweet laugh and his hands began to roam over her body, feeling all the right curves that she possessed.

Slowly Youko moved them to the bed and flipped Sango around before they slowly descended down on the bed, and Sango gave a small gasp when she was placed on it, not expecting it.

Youko placed small kisses on Sango’s neck, and moved down slowly, and moved up again when he reached her shirt. He went back to her lips and lingered there a while before placing a small sweet kiss on her lips, and Sango responded. She parted her lips and his tongue darted in her mouth, playing with hers.

His hands moved up from her waist and slowly moved under her shirt till he reached one of her breasts, and he suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled back his hand and lifted a single clawed finger and shredded her shirt in pieces, and not to soon after that, her bra was off too.

He moved away from her and licked his lips when he saw her pert nipples harden under the cold draft of air coming from the window. He moved down to her left breast and suckled it for a while why his hand played with the right breast. Once he was done, he went to the left breast and gave it the same treatment.

Small moans came from Sango and she arched her back whenever Youko pinched her nipple. Sango couldn’t help herself, her hands roamed over his well built chest, throwing off his shirt in the process. Slowly her hands moved down and found their way to his pants, and her hands dove in there and grabbed his hard length.

A growl came from Youko when Sango slowly started pumping his flesh up and down with her small petite hands, making him moan in pleasure. Sango smirked at the response she got. She was already about to climax, and she wanted more then just this. She moaned at the thought of having him buried deep inside her.

As if hearing her thoughts Youko moved away from her breasts and quickly removed his pants, along with Sango’s clothing as well. Both sat naked on top of each other, just admiring each other’s beauty.

“I need you,” Sango breathed, and Youko smiled at her.

He needed her too, just as much as she needed him, and he wasn’t about to deny her little plea. He grabbed his hot length and guided it into her wet slit, but before he went any further he whispered in her ear, “this will hurt love,” and before she could say anything else, he plunged deep inside her, and she gave a short cry before her lips were possessed by Youko.

“I’m…..sorry love….I did…not mean to….hurt you,” he said in between small kisses that he placed on her lips. Small tears trickled down her pale cheeks, and he wiped them away with his thumb.

Sango no longer felt the pain she had only moments ago, now she felt pleasure and she kissed Youko back before saying, “It’s alright…it does not hurt no more.”

Youko smiled at her and pulled back before plunging into her tight body again, yearning another moan from the woman beneath her. Each thrust got more frantic and harder, and with each thrust, both moaned with pleasure. Both of them could feel them reaching their peek.

Youko smiled down at the girl beneath him, I’ll mark you so we’ll never be apart from one another. His fangs grew larger and he descended down till he was mere inches away from her shoulder.

“Love, will you be my mate? Will you allow me to mark you?” he whispered.

“Y-yes,” she cried.

“Are you sure because demon ways are diff-“

“Y-yes! I am aware of your demon ways! I was a taijya when I was young, a-and learnt your w-ways! I-I want you, I c-can’t deny it, I want to b-be with you forever…” she smiled up at his face and without anymore talking, he plunged his fangs in her shoulder, drawing small red drops of blood. Sango lost it there, and she climaxed, her wet juices coating his cock, and soon after that Youko spilt his seed in her warm welcoming body. Youko liked up the blood on her shoulder where he marked her, and the wound turned into a small red rose, my mark!
Youko couldn’t take it anymore, he was so tired and was about to collapse, but before he did, he flipped them over so Sango was laying on his chest, her small hands were placed on his abs.

Sango sighed and looked up at his face, “this is the first time I’ve been happy since 10 years ago,” she whispered, and placed a small kiss on his lips before resting on his chest again.

He smiled at her little form and both of them fell asleep, Youko still buried deep inside Sango.

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A/N: so you guys what did u think of it? Well u know it was my first lemon i ever wrote so tell me if i did horrible or not! Plz R&R, if makes me feel special!