InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Not the Only One ❯ Fighting the cold ( Chapter 24 )

I’ve been back at school for about 2 and a half weeks, and I’m shattered already! I think the full moon is influencing me at the moment!
Know the lingo!
Kami: god
Hai: yes
Ano: umm...

Chapter 24
Fighting the cold

It was like a slow motion scene from a movie. Kagome felt as though she was having an out of body experience- her feet were on the ground, but her thoughts had escaped, like a kite being cut from its string.
There was no time. No time to think, to act, or to save herself. The beetle like youkai raised its talons with a scissor click, saliva dripping from long fangs as it smirked. Kagome knew someone or something had entered the room from the rear. She wouldn’t make it to the bathroom in time, and the window and door were cut off from her. There was no escape.
“Die, miko!”
There was a rush of air- the moment seemed to hang, suspended in seconds- and Kagome did the only thing possible, ducking while throwing her arms over her head as a scream burst from her lips. She expected the pain, to feel the warm life liquid splash from her body, to feel the tearing of tissue and hear the cracking of cartilage. Instead, something slashed over her head, colliding with a metallic clash. A strong arm came from behind, embracing Kagome around the middle and pulling her taunt against a strong chest. There was a terrible howl, accompanied by a sound similar to a large egg cracking. Kagome managed to look up through raven tresses in time to witness the beetle youkai split in two, the liquid talons dissolving down its arms and dripping onto the white carpet.
A long, thorny green whip was curled around the beetle’s body, but this went slack as another arm came around Kagome’s waist, and a chin rested on her shoulder. Her captor was panting, and they sunk onto their knees together. “Kagome...thank kami...”
“Kurama-kun...” Kagome breathed, tilting her head to the side and catching sight of the avatar’s profile, “You saved me...”
Her hands clasped the avatar’s own which held her so close, and the kitsune held her tighter as he asked, “Are you alright? It didn’t touch you, did it?”
“No,” Kagome replied, her heart still galloping as though she was running a marathon, “You came just in time...”
Kurama nudged her hair away with his nose, and kissed her on the cheek gently. “We need to get you out of here. Yusuke should be dealing with the others, but you are no longer safe on your own,”
“Alright,” Kagome eyed the youkai corpse warily, “What will we do with that?”
“Leave it,” Kurama answered, pulling the miko to her feet, “Yusuke will...”
But what Yusuke would or would not do was unclear, as Kurama had just noticed exactly what she was wearing. The avatar’s cheeks tinted pink as he blinked before quickly looking away to the side. Kagome also flushed with a mixture of pleasure at Kurama’s reaction and embarrassment at the situation.
“You can come up to my room for now,” Kurama said, carefully looking Kagome straight in the eyes, “I’m not sure where the girls all are at the moment,”
“Sure,” Kagome dithered, looking to the bathroom, “Will I get my stuff, or...”
“Watch!” Kurama suddenly pulled the miko behind him, as a howl announced the arrival of another two youkai.
“Grom!” the first, a speckled blue and white spider youkai growled as he noticed the sliced body. “There!” the other, also of the spider variety but with a muddy brown coat hissed, “The miko! Behind the traitor!”
“Kurama!” Kagome gasped, as the avatar gave a very uncharacteristic growl.
“Why don’t you hand her over, ningen-lover,” spat the speckled spider, “And we’ll make your de-”
“ROSEWHIP!!”
Kagome hurriedly shut her eyes as the green vine tore through the two unfortunate youkai, slashing and swiping noises echoing through the room. Kagome was glad the hotel was grand, and so had thick walls. Unknown to Kagome, Koenma had cast a sleeping spell over all the ningen- it was four in the morning, so most were asleep anyway, but this way they wouldn’t awake from the noise. The early morning staff was slumped over coffee cups; bell boys snored on suitcases, and receptionists rested on their computer keyboards, buttons imprinting into their cheeks.
When only Kurama’s heavy breathing could be heard, the miko’s eye slowly cracked open. The avatar’s shoulders shook up and down as he regained oxygen. Aqua blue blood splattered the walls and carpet, akin to a toddler’s rampage with poster paints. The body parts were piled up, a mixture of gore and guts. Kagome went to touch Kurama’s shoulder when there was a rap at the door. The pair immediately tensed.
Kurama’s going to have a hell of a lot of mind wiping to do...
“It’s me! Open up!”
“Yusuke...” Kurama muttered in relief, quickly reaching and opening the door. The spirit detective looked ruffled in his blood splattered shirt and tie, but otherwise seemed unperturbed.
“Alright, Kurama,” Yusuke patted the avatar on the shoulder, “And how’s our miko holding up- woah!”
Kagome immediately turned crimson, crossing her arms over her chest self consciously, “I’m fine, arigato...and Keiko-chan?”
“She’s a bit shaken, but she’ll be fine,” Yusuke grinned, nodding at the youkai limbs heaped on the floor, “Looks like you got a few, Kurama. Kuwabara’s just tracking down the rest, and I’m away to help. Kagome...I’m guessing you don’t want to sleep with the dead bodies, neh? We could find you another room...”
“She can stay with me,” Kurama said softly, “I would rather she wasn’t on her own after what’s just progressed”.

Though Yusuke had informed them of Koenma’s sleeping spell, Kagome found the hotel to be eerily quiet. She was completely shattered, and so kept jumping at the slightest noise. She was glad she wouldn’t be on her own tonight. Though as she followed Kurama to his room, Yusuke’s over sized denim jacket over her nightie to give her some modesty (it was only the ningen who were subdued, they could still bump into youkai), Kagome’s heart started to beat almost as fast as when she had realised the plans of the demons to kill Keiko.
“Here we are...” Kurama opened the door, ushering Kagome in, before enclosing them in darkness for the second time that night.
Kagome shivered, blinking rapidly as her breath blossomed in the air. “K-Kurama-k-kun?” she spoke with chattering teeth.
“Chikushou...” Kurama sighed, clapping his palm to his head, “I completely forgot about Hiei...”
The room had grown even colder since the avatar had departed. The phone still hung off its hook, from where Kurama had dropped it in his haste to assist Kagome.
“Is he alright?” the miko asked in a low tone, creeping over to the slumbering hybrid. Dry ice emitted from his body in spirals, giving the little youkai an unearthly appearance.
“I have no clue,” Kurama admitted, joining Kagome’s side, “I was just about to wake him when Yusuke phoned...”
“Maybe it’s his reaction to all the drink?” the miko ventured, “Has he ever been drunk before from human alcohol?”
“That’s what I thought, initially,” Kurama admitted, “But I made vague enquiries to Yukina, who didn’t seem to think it likely...though, of course, his clashing elements could be a catalyst...”
The kitsune shrugged his shoulders wearily, “There’s not much we can do about it. I’m sure it’s not life threatening. Besides, it’s late and we should really try and get some sleep...”
Both eyes fell on the remaining single bed.
“You take it...I’ll find a futon...”
“Kurama-kun! This is your room; I’ll be fine on the floor...”
“Don’t be silly, I’m not letting you sleep on the floor...”
Kagome laughed nervously, her hair hanging in front of her face. “Well, we could both...ano...body heat, and all that...”
The avatar suppressed a very kitsune like grin. “I’ll just go and wash up...”
The miko made her way to the bed she was to share as the bathroom door clicked slowly closed. She actually felt as though she was walking on tiles, the carpet was so cold. She did her best to pull back the quilted duvet, which crunched, rigid as a board.
Huh...well, that’s going to be no use...
The sheets fared better, being protected by the thick covering, though they were still colder than the norm. Kagome removed the large, square decorative pillows, plumping up the thinner yet less frigid cushions underneath. She slowly slipped into the bed, failing to resist a small squeal. She hated cold beds at the best of times- this was quite simply taking the piss. Luckily the miko had slept, soaked to the bone, during storms in the past, so she was able to cope better than most. As she lay down, Kagome was unable to suppress a full body shiver, and she was aware of the hair on her arms standing on end.
“Comfortable?” Kurama asked as he emerged from the bathroom. The miko laughed, propping herself up on her elbows to reply, “It could be worse!”
Much worse...Kagome reflected, as the avatar folded his clothing. He had removed his white fighting jacket and sash, and only wore the pair of soft white pants with green cuffs. Though it was dark, the light from behind the curtains proved the kitsune had a very well defined chest.
“I don’t usually sleep with even this much on,” Kurama commented, “But given the circumstances...”
Kagome giggled as the kitsune prowled the room for something, “Do you mean the cold, or the fact we’re sharing a bed?”
“A bit of both!” Kurama chuckled, and Kagome saw him pick up a bundle, and heard a crinkling of paper as the kitsune opened something.
“Who knew I’d be wearing this so soon?” Kurama joked, and the miko identified the item as Yusuke’s presents. The avatar put the small jewellery box aside, before pulling on the t-shirt.
I feel so exposed compared to him!!
Kagome tentatively pulled the sheet up to her chin, even though it was colder with it on. Kurama checked Hiei one last time before he made his way over to the bed.
“It’s a good fit,” Kagome remarked, simply to cover up her growing nervousness.
“Hmm,” Kurama flattened the material out, “Yusuke has always been good at sizing people up!”
Kagome gave another giggle, shifting over to give the kitsune plenty of room. He winced slightly as he lay down, pulling the sheet back over them, and turning on his side to look at the miko who was boring holes into the ceiling.
“Kagome...” Kurama said softly, resting his head against his hand, “You know for us to radiate body heat to each other, our bodies have to actually...touch...”
The miko glanced down at the large space separating her and the avatar, and blushed, feeling incredible stupid.
“Ano...”
The miko didn’t have to move, however- the kitsune filled the gap between them, slipping his warm hands around and under Kagome to pull her to his chest, so their bodies spooned together. He rested his head on her own, nuzzling her hair and inhaling her pure lily scent. Kagome gave a little sigh as the tension in her shoulders released, burrowing into the avatar’s collarbone, one arm lying loosely over Kurama’s waist while her fingers played with his wild scarlet hair. The scent of roses was so strong Kagome could have closed her eyes and imagined the couple were lying in a field full of the flowers.
“Comfortable?” Kurama quipped quietly, drawing another giggle from the miko. “Mhmm,” she agreed, nestling further into his body, the warmth of his skin heating her own in turn, “And you?”
“Indeed,” the redhead murmured into her ear, running his fingers sensually over the silk that covered Kagome’s stomach, “I believe I may even thank Hiei for intoxicating himself...”
The miko’s eyes suddenly widened, and she raised herself up, gasping, “Kurama-kun! Hiei must have drunk the poison- the drink that was for Keiko!”
The kitsune, startled, drew his hand back as he also sat up. “They planned to poison her? All I was told was there was a plot...”
“Hai- that’s what I heard through the wall- they apparently watched to see what she was drinking, and then planted a spike! Perhaps Hiei drank the wrong one!”
Kurama gritted his teeth. “I guess we should thank him after all! He probably consumed everyone’s drink when we were on the dancefloor..”
The kitsune suddenly threw back the sheet, jumping to his feet.
“Kurama-kun! What are you doing?” Kagome exclaimed, watching as the redhead made his way to the other bed, before bundling the covers around Hiei and lifting him up.
“Well,” Kurama explained, hefting the little youkai in his arms, “If it’s only a poison, Hiei will be able to deal with it no problem. And if there are any difficulties, I can simply make an antidote,”
“Right...” Kagome hesitated, “But where are you taking him?”
Kurama smirked. “Well, there’s no need for us to freeze to death because the baka got himself poisoned. He should have detected and disposed of it. So he can sleep in the bath,”
“Kurama-kun!” Kagome protested, but the kitsune strode in the bathroom, deposited the small demon in the bath, covered him in the spare duvet, and shut the door.
“Now,” Kurama smiled, “Hopefully the room temperature will increase!”
The miko shook her head bemusedly, but Kurama simply chuckled. “Kagome, Hiei favours trees as his place of slumber. I’m sure a bath will serve just as well,”
“I guess,” Kagome agreed, as the kitsune curled back around her.
“So,” Kurama asked, “Did you have a good time tonight? Forgetting the uninvited visitors to your room, of course...”
“Hai,” Kagome laughed, “It was a great night! Your friends are all lovely, and you are all so close...”
“They all seemed much taken with you also,” the avatar smiled gently, cupping Kagome’s face and tilting it towards him, “You were undoubtedly the most beautiful female present...”
“Kurama-kun,” Kagome breathed, before the kitsune claimed her lips, one hand remaining on her cheek as the other skimmed down her silk clad body, running down the back of her leg and gently easing it to a ninety degree angle, so the miko’s thigh pressed against the avatar’s hip. The miko felt all the pent up desire that she had been hoarding the whole night peak- she was unable to protest against the kitsune’s advances. The day and the night had been long and tiring, but now an adrenaline coursed through her veins, making every nerve alert and receptive.
Kurama felt the need radiate from the miko, even without the aid of the rose pendant, and he dipped slowly into her mouth, savouring her fresh and fruity taste. After chasing her tongue, he nibbled her lip, eliciting a moan from the miko, which he devoured hungrily. Kagome’s hands slipped under the kitsune’s shirt, seeking the skin that had been warming her body. Kurama’s stomach was not as toned as Yoko’s and he was more slight- but his muscles were well formed, and though he lacked the rock carved abs that the bandit possessed, Kagome felt as though her palm was sliding against sun warmed marble as she travelled upwards.
Kurama moved slowly from the miko’s mouth to the underside of her chin, and proceeded to grace the column of her neck with butterfly kisses. As he languished the hollow of her throat with his tongue, the kitsune could feel her heartbeat jumping under the skin, and it made him hold the miko even closer.
Kagome toyed with a nipple as Kurama slipped the strap of her nightie down on one side, tracing the blade of her shoulder with his teeth. The miko shivered, and the kitsune drew back to look at her.
“Are you still cold?” he questioned, as the blood pumped around his veins, keeping his body suitably heated.
“No,” Kagome replied embarrassedly, though the neglected parts of her were suffering.
“Hmm...” Kurama pondered, settling against the pillow and running a single finger over Kagome’s peaked nipples, “Your body seems to say otherwise...”
Kagome didn’t think the blood in her veins would have been hot enough, but she managed to blush.
“Never fear....” the redhead murmured, “I know how to heat you up...”
A dry gasp cut through the silence of the room, harsh as smashed glass. Kurama had enveloped Kagome’s nipple completely, and the contrast of his hot, wet mouth against the cold, dry silk created such a tension in the miko that she cried into the kitsune’s shoulder. Her thigh clamped tighter around his waist, in such a way that she was flush against him. Kagome wasn’t the only one whose body was betraying her. Kurama’s hand curved around Kagome’s behind, pressing her further against him, and a growl trapped at the back his throat, sending tingles down Kagome’s spine. The kitsune switched to the other nipple, while teasing the latter sticking with silk and saliva between his fingers. The miko buried her face into the kitsune’s rose red tresses, her nails sinking into the shoulder blades under his shirt. When he drew for breath, Kagome immediately divested the avatar of the t-shirt, urgently running her hands up his muscular arms and across his firm chest. Kurama, feeling the need to return the favour, eased the two straps of the silk nightie past Kagome’s creamy shoulders, exposing her chest completely to him. The strawberry red material pooled around her waist, accenting dusky pink nipples of the miko.
“Kurama-kun...” Kagome moaned, as the redhead again began to lavish attention to her breasts; she felt guilty that she wasn’t doing much to satisfy his needs at all, but the avatar in fact very much enjoying his activity. When he had finally satisfied himself that he could dote no more on her bosom, Kurama turned his glimmering almond eyes upwards to the miko, who was now incredibly flushed, her pupils so dilated that her hazelnut irises had merged to black onyx.
“Warmer?” the kitsune chuckled, lightly running the back of his fingers across her cheek.
“H-hai,” Kagome managed breathlessly.
“Good,” Kurama murmured, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He was glad to note that her mouth was indeed more moist and hotter than it had been before. That certain thought made him cringe, as the Yoko within him made a suggestive smirk, causing Kurama to grow harder than he had been before.
The miko noticed the change also, and while attempting the nibble the kitsune’s lip, she let one hand pursue the fine, dark hair that trailed down past Kurama’s waistband.
The avatar tensed, ceasing his probing of Kagome’s mouth as she paused at the soft band of his fighting pants.
“Kagome...” Kurama breathed, but whether the kitsune used her name as an imploration or a warning was uncertain. The miko swallowed, lifting her eyes from the redhead’s remaining garments to his smouldering emerald orbs. The avatar was watching her hungrily; passion clearly burning in his eyes, but it was a fire that was willing to consume both of them. Taking advantage of Kagome’s uncertainty, Kurama began to peel the silk off the sweat shinning body of the miko. She was startled at first, but allowed the kitsune to slip the nightie down her legs, until she kicked it off to mingle with the sheet. The redhead brushed her stomach with fluttering fingers, skimming over the scanty silk underwear to caress the miko’s thighs. The liquid fire that enflamed Kurama’s eyes now ignited in Kagome’s stomach; it swooped to her lower regions, causing heart to pulse faster and her breath to come shorter.
The avatar eventually laid his fingers on Kagome’s underwear, experimentally running one finger down the sensuous skin concealed by silk. The time traveller remembered how such an occurrence had bee interrupted once before, and so held her breath.
But there was no dead miko this time. Kurama slid his hand under the frilly band and through Kagome’s coarse hair, until he reached her already wet lips. He used the tips of his nails to tease the flesh there, applying just enough pressure to be pleasing instead of painful. The miko moaned heavily into Kurama’s strong shoulder- and as he thrust one finger upwards, into her very core, Kagome was unable to prevent herself biting down passionately into his skin. Both this reaction and the immediate tightening of the female’s walls around his digit aggravated a growl from the avatar- he could tell this was the first time Kagome has been touched in this way, and forced himself to be cautious, though his body and entwined soul were screaming for more. He slowly began to thrust his finger in and out of Kagome’s slick folds, indulging copiously in the way her thighs clamped around his hand, her breasts heaving against his chest and her teeth scraped his shoulder.
“Does that feel good, Kagome?” Kurama purred, nipping her thighs with his free hand as he continued to manipulate the miko, by crooking his finger at an angle so he would hit that certain spot.
“H-hai...” she panted, and he felt her entire body shudder as he added a second finger. It wasn’t long before the kitsune coaxed the miko to climax, and his plundering rewarded him with quaking flesh as the miko gasped and spilled her sacred substance on his skin.
If Kagome had been flushed before, she was feverish now. The kitsune slowly eased his fingers from her lips, coated in her slick essence. He held her gaze as he torturously removed his digits, his mouth quirked into a smirk as Kagome watched him with bated breath. The avatar moved lower down the bed, hooking both thighs over his shoulders as he lay on his side. He leisurely stripped the damp panties from the miko, the sound of ripping silk echoing sumptuously in the air. Kagome had stiffened, looking down at the kitsune that was now situated between her legs.
“Kurama-kun!” she inhaled sharply, as without warning the avatar began lapping at her juices, fully intent on claiming more.
“Kagome....” his usually soft voice was muffled and low, “You taste delicious...”
The miko flung her head back with a drawn out moan, her hands fisting in Kurama’s hair as he explored every crack and crevice of her clit with his tongue, the high pressure heat coiling there- combined with Kurama’s fiery tongue- proving too much for Kagome to bear. Skimming the miko’s back, buttocks and thighs with his fingertips, the redhead continued the pillage her feminine folds for that sweet yet salt tang that he had so quickly came to crave. She finally came with another hardening groan and Kurama consumed every drop, feeding his insatiable thirst as he felt Kagome’s thighs relax around him, her body spent as she sunk further into the mattress. The kitsune withdrew, seeking her sweat coated nightie and gently easing it over her feet, masking the temptation that he could have easily ravished until sunrise. Kagome lay on her back with arms flung above her head- the chill that hung in the room was pleasing now, as her body was burning up.
Kurama pulled the sheets over them, hovering over Kagome on his hands and knees. His scarlet locks, which seemed to take their colour from the miko’s silk garment, hung over his face, kissing Kagome’s cheeks. She wove her fingers through them, pulling the kitsune downwards so their lips touched. The miko realised with a blush the salty yet spicy trace from the kitsune’s mouth was actually her. Kurama broke the kiss, smiling beautifully down at the miko before lying by her side, and drawing her completely into his embrace.
“Kurama-kun,” Kagome whispered, her hands curled against his chest, “I feel like I haven’t done anything for you...”
The kitsune chuckled, nuzzling the miko’s neck with his nose. “Kagome, I could never repay what you’ve done for me...”

Hmm....chapters that I’ve had planned for ages never work out the way I want them too!
Arigato, as always, for your continued support and reviews!
MediaMiner:
Brightshadow4494: Arigato! You are awesome for thinking so!!
Kitsuneangel88: I hope it was worth the wait lol!!
Youkai Goddess: True. But I’ve always thought Yoko was overwhelming lol! Ahh, but why would Keiko not be drinking, hmm? Aww, you didn’t get it right, but here’s a cookie anywho! Hiei’s anger will be revealed later. Hopefully Japan will be re-scheduled, so I’m feeling better about it!
Yokos girl: Aww glad you enjoyed it so much! I hoped this chappy was as good!!
Hawaiianhoney2030: Hehe. I’m so happy you liked it so much! I hope it wasn’t too long a wait!!
Purplebabe: Hehe hopefully this chappy makes up for Kurama leaving!
Knjj727: hope this was as good!
shipporinKIMS11: I’m glad you liked it! Stolen Youth of Rin is complete on Fan Fiction. Net- please check it out there, because I’ve been too busy to edit and upload it here!!
Dragoonvixenoftheshadows: yay! Hope this was as good!
Beckyducky: Nah, Hiei didn’t realise- he was too drunk to detect the poison! It would have been cute if he had been protecting them though! Hiei can pick up unshielded thoughts, so in a way he can read minds. Hope you liked the citrusy action here!!
FanFiction:
Kagome093: Please let me know what confuses you, and I’ll try to explain next time!
Lian Ryu: Lol, indeed it does...and not quite a dead fox, but he got off very lightly! (she won’t be so forgiving next time!!)
Cowgirlkitten2000: I’m glad to hear it! And I’m sorry I can’t update sooner!
OhBrother: Ah, it will all be revealed soon enough...
xbeautyxxisxxlifex: Indeed they do! As for the rest, it’ll sure be a blast! Hope you enjoyed this chappy!
Dark Inu Fan: I never thought of it in that way, but that’s actually a valid idea, that people will blame Kags! Hope this chappy was as good!
Wishfull: Ahh, can’t discuss pairings! However, there will be much more Kagome – Yokoness to come! And thank you for your first review!
xiDOREyoux: Hope you enjoyed this chappy!!
Nobodies Perfect- Not Even You: Woo, long review! (not that I’m complaining!). It’s true that Hiei can withstand temperatures as he’s a hybrid- however, what Kurama was worried about was....
“...his blood will freeze at this rate...”
While I totally agree Hiei wouldn’t die from the cold, if his blood had frozen, it would have killed him!
I’m sure Koenma and Botan would have wanted to save Kurama pain, but as it Kagome’s fate we are talking about here, anything revealed could alter her life. (It’ll all be explained in depth much later!)
Lol, Kagome was craving for something, but she got it in the end, neh?
You make a valid point about Yoko and Kurama. Yoko, being full youkai, is more primitive, and more likely to use instincts, though he is very clever also. Kurama, on the other hand, is more logical!
I’m glad you cottoned on to that! I really wanted to show Kagome at her best- putting herself last, in order to aid others!
Kagome, if you can imagine, is in the middle of the room. At the start of the chappy, the window (before here) is blocked by the youkai, and she knows someone has come from directly behind (from the door). She is trapped, because she knows she can’t run to the bathroom in time, and to dart to the right would mean colliding with the wardrobe (eventually! It’s not that small a room lol...)
Will Koenma tell in time? We shall see!
Arigato for taking the time with this review! Hope you enjoyed this chappy!
Kandy123654: He’s the hero lol!
Sapphy-chan: Aww, arigato! I’m just happy to have readers who enjoy my work! I hope this chapter was as good for you!
S.T.Nickolian: Hehe. I love Jack Sparrow!!! XD Just had a thought...
Kouga: Oi! Who the hell are you? And get your hands off my woman!
Yoko: I’m the legendary Yoko Kurama...savvy?
Hehe! I think the youkai sneaked in while everyone was partying! Naughty naughty! Kurama soon sorted them out! Hope you enjoyed!!
Kaiwren: Hehe. I hope you enjoyed. (And psttt....some H x K will occur! But you didn’t hear it from me!!)
x Kagome Minamino x: I’m glad, they’re so fun to write! Hope you liked them in this chappy!
IceDarkness: It’s the anticipation that I aim for! Hope it was worth the wait!
Tsuki Kagami: Lol! And save her he did!
CrOsSoVerz: I am evil. But y’all love me for it! Hehe.
Misslover: Glad!
IchikoKitsuneKoumori: Indeed he did.
IceDevine: Kon’ichiwa! Welcome to the fic! Please make yourself comfortable! I hope you continue to journey with us!
Disneyrulz23: School started for me too...sucks! Hope you get to read this soon!
Imaginative Love:
Swasdiva: Indeed, it was the least you deserved! XD It is all getting a bit dramatic, neh? And much more has still to come!!
Hai- Chu’s reference to Kurama’s commanding an army was simply when, during the 3 Kings arc, Kurama was made Yomi’s second in command, and he had to train an ‘army’ as it were, to impress Yomi and so achieve that position. I would recommend episodes 101-102. They are among my favourites, and will give you a clear insight into Kurama’s past as Yoko, and also his time with Yomi in the present. Let me know how you get on!!
Luckily I’ve been kept busy and haven’t had time to dwell on the fiasco! But it is being rescheduled for next summer! Originally we were to visit Miyoko, Tokyo and Takada. It may change though! But thank you for your kind words, and lovely review!!

As always, your words of support and encouragement are what spur me on! Thank you to everyone who reads, and especially those who review!