Demon at the Door Title: Demon at the Door Author: </a></b></a>rosethornli Fandoms: Naruto/Ranma 1/2 Rating: PG-13 Prompt:Kyuubi/Kasumi: don't cry now babydoll / nothing too good ever lasted long Summary: Kasumi has the powers of her mother, a Visionary, able to see what others cannot. Her mother is dead, and Kyuubi comes to keep a bargain. He is not impressed with what he finds.
A large and frightful beast towered over her.
“How do you exist?” she cried, panic clear in her voice. Shivering from head to toe, unable to stop, tears in her eyes, she stood her ground despite the overwhelming urge to flee. “You cannot be!”
“How can you deny what your eyes behold?” the demon growled more than spoke in a deep, thunderous voice, tails flicking in amusement. This cowering girl and her fear, they fed him, made his ego fat and healthy. Pathetic, sniveling thing, calling herself a Visionary. Nothing like the gleaming Light of her mother, with only a flicker of power.
This night be comes to see the girl, to make good on his bargain; a mystic fox may break a promise, but not a binding of words or contracted services.
“B-but mother’s wards!”
“Your mother has passed to Kami-sama’s realm.” A waste, to end such a life, but the Fates had their plans. Unfortunate that his was tied with hers so deeply.
A weak protest of, “I-I backed them, you are not, should not…” Her resolve is breaking. Pathetic. He should devour this insignificant soul.
Barings his fangs, he states, “Feeble is your power, girl. Mighty is my strength.”
“A-ah…” Her voice fails and she slumps into her futon, fists clenched in the blankets, sobbing fruitless tears. Annoying sounds.
“Quiet!” he roared, startling the girl. The small, gasping sounds of terror she made were even worse.
For no reason should he bow so lowly a creature as this! To his own ends he shall use her.
“Listen well, mortal. My power shatters mountains, upsets the seas, kindles the fires of the earth to destruction. Shall you defy me?” Eyes, uncomprehending, stare blankly. He peered at her with a bloodshot eyes as large as her head, snarling, “Do you understand?”
A mute nod.
He bares his fangs like a grin and presses, voice half a purr, “What is it you say?”
“Y-yes?”
“Repeat: yes, Kyuubi-sama.” The demon growls it slowly, muzzle inches from her neck. She can feel his breath through her yukata, and flinches, unable to bear it.
His growl is low at her silence.
“Yes, Kyuubi-sama!” It is a near hysterical shout, and he backs away, much to her relief. He’s laughing.
The little figure in the futon beside her stirs at this. The blankets wiggle and a head pops out.
“Onee-san? Whus the matter?” Akane blinked up at her blearily, rubbing an eye with her tiny hand. They shared a room, she and her sisters, unable to sleep alone.
Kasumi gave a shaky smile and, with the shadow of a fox falling over her, said, “Nothing, sweetie. Go back to sleep.”