Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ After the Fall ❯ Into the Darkness ( Chapter 15 )

Botan stirred slowly upon her bed as a rather insistent noise permeated her senses, drawing her away from the world she wanted, to the one she lived in. The deity let out a groan as her eyelids fluttered open, her features drawn in pain and disappointment as she realized she was in her room and not in the kitsune's arms as she hoped she would be when she awoke. With a practiced move, she stretched out her right arm and tapped the snooze button of her alarm clock then dropped her arm back on the bed as she her vision began to clear. A small smile tugged briefly at her lips as she recalled the dream she had had during the night. The tenderness of Kurama's touch and the love in his eyes had seemed so real that Botan didn't want to wake up. Didn't want to face reality because reality offered nothing but pain and heartache.

Botan rose slowly into an upright position, raising her eyebrows in surprise as she looked down at her left hand, the delicate fingers still wrapped around the communicator. Did I really sleep all night holding on to this? She wondered as she unwound her fingers around the device, wincing at the stiff, numbing pain that pulsed throughout her digits as she began to flex and unflex her hand, willing the blood to flow once more. A thought entered her consciousness, one that brought her some comfort. Now that she knew the kitsune had his communicator, she would be able to contact him, talk to him, maybe even ... arrange to see him.

The deity bit her lip. But could she manage that? Could she find a way to see him without being caught by Koenma? And what of this law the toddler lord kept talking about? Why hadn't she been able to find any information on it?

Botan's gaze shifted over to the book that lay haphazardly upon her night stand where she had thrown it in her haste to answer the communicator inside her drawer. Of course. She thought with a smile as she scooted off her bed, placing the device upon the night stand before reaching out for the book just as she landed on her feet. With an excited sigh, the deity flopped back down upon her bed, drawing her legs up Indian style as she ripped open the book and hungrily scrolled down the table of contents, searching for the appropriate title. At last her amethyst eyes lit up at a promising sight just below the chapter entitled: Social Morals and Ethics in the Changing Landscape of Reikai. The words Marital Consent and Right of Choice stared back at her in bold black letters as if urging her to gaze upon it's passages. Botan readily complied, her delicate fingers grasping the thick, white pages, flipping them in large batches, searching for pages 243-257 only to let out a gasp of surprise and disbelief. For where page 243 should have been, page 258 took it's place. She stared in shock, running a finger along the inside of the binding, her tactile sense picking up the distinct feel of torn paper. Slowly she withdrew her hand back to her side.

Botan sat silently for several seconds, trying to comprehend why someone would remove those pages, would remove what she needed so desperately. Answers to questions that needing asking. She had to know what the laws were. She had to ...

With a growl of frustration and heartache, Botan snapped the book shut and tossed it angrily against the far wall. Dammit! She cursed mentally as fell onto her back, her tearful eyes staring up at the ceiling. This just isn't fair!

Just then a gentle rapping noise erupted to her left, announcing the presence of someone outside her bedroom door.

Botan wiped the tears from her eyes as she jumped off her bed. "Who's there?" She called out in as close to a normal voice as she could muster.

"It's me Ayame." A gentle feminine voice replied.

Botan looked over to the book that lay roughly opened upon the floor. Moving quickly she scooped up it's splayed contents and sat it upon her night stand before walking slowly to the door. A few seconds later, she turned the knob and pulled the door towards her, curious amethyst eyes meeting the concerned blue ones of the dark haired ferry girl. "Hello Ayame." She said in a even voice that betrayed none of the turmoil she was feeling over her most recent failure. "What can I do for you?"

Ayame gave Botan a friendly smile. "Can I come in?" She asked, hoping her friend would accept.

Botan nodded, pulling the door open fully to allow the dark haired woman entrance inside.

Ayame walked past the deity, stopping just beyond the door, her eyes swept about the room idly before she turned to face the blue haired woman once again. "I don't mean to bother you." She began. "It's just that I heard a loud thump just now and I thought it came from your room."

Botan smiled at her friend's concern, remembering that their rooms were next to each other. Yes of course. She thought as she closed the door behind her and walked past the woman towards her night stand. Reaching out she pulled the book to her and pivoted around. "I'm afraid it was this you heard Ayame." She said, holding up the large plain faced blue book. "I was looking for something and I admit I overreacted when I couldn't find it."

Ayame's gaze shifted from her friend to the book the blue haired ferry girl held in her hands. Her eyes widened slightly as her lips moved, "Common Laws of Reikai," She murmured in a low, almost reverent voice as she read the title out loud.

Botan noticed the look of recognition flash upon the young woman's face and couldn't help but feel a sliver of hope as she asked, "Do you know anything about this book Ayame?"

The dark haired woman nodded, pulling her gaze up to her friend's face. "I didn't think that book still existed."

Botan frowned. "What do you mean?"

Ayame pointed to the book as she spoke. "That book you hold in your hands Botan contains the laws that predated the great war."

"You mean the war with the Nether world?"

Ayame shook her head. "That was a significant historical point for our people Botan, but it was not the great war. The one that happened several thousands of years ago." She replied as she walked over to a white wicker chair beside the night stand and lowered herself slowly down.

Botan mimicked her movement, resting her backside upon the edge of her bed, her eyes full of questions as she asked. "What war was that? And how come I don't know anything about it?"

Ayame smiled. The smile a teacher gives when faced with an inquiring mind. "As a research assistant, I have learned many things about Reikai, Ningenkai and Makai. But in all of my studies, I have yet to find a complete story for what exactly triggered this war."

"What do you know?"

Ayame leaned forward, hands resting in front of her as she spoke. "What little I've managed to uncover points back to a lost artifact of such power and importance that the elders themselves unleashed the dogs of war upon the populace of Ningenkai and Makai. This war led to the bad blood between Reikai and Makai. For in their victory, a barrier had been placed between the human world and the demon world where many had family. This barrier later was assumed to be placed there because Reikai favored the human world over Makai and the original reason was lost."

Botan shook her head. "I don't understand. How come Koenma never told me of this?"

"I do not know." Ayame admitted. "He never told me either. It is only through researching the past of Reikai that I came to know of this war." She said, pausing as her features grew pensive. Should I tell her? She wondered briefly only to stiffening her resolve. She deserves to know. "There is something else I need to mention. Something that has been troubling me. Something that Koenma said to me about your relationship with Kurama."

Botan shifted her gaze away from the dark haired ferry girl, her features pained at the mention of her beloved's name. "What did he say?" She asked, unsure whether she truly wanted to hear what her boss had said.

Ayame drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "He mentioned that your relationship was wrong. That your love for Kurama was wrong. But I don't believe that Botan."

Botan drew her attention back to Ayame. "You don't?"

Ayame shook her head. "Koenma said to me that I didn't know the history of my own people. That parts of that history have been altered or erased." She began. "Those words bothered me. The way he said them, it was as if he wished he hadn't. When I pressed him on the issue, he refused to answer. This sparked a flame of curiosity within me. Lord Koenma is hiding something and as much as I love and admire him, I can't in good conscience leave this matter unresolved." She said, looking directly at the deity. "I would like to help you Botan. That is if you'll let me."

Botan looked at her friend in surprise. Is she really willing to do this? She wondered. Is she really willing to defy Koenma and the elders just to help me? The deity wasn't sure why she questioned the researcher's intentions. Ayame is my friend. She scolded herself mentally. Of course she would want to help. Her expertise could prove invaluable to my cause. With a friendly smile and a nod she said, "That would be great! I'd welcome any help you can give me."

Ayame smiled back, holding out her hands. "Could I take a look at the book Botan?"

The deity shifted her gaze briefly to the book still clasped in her hands before holding it out and relinquishing it.

Ayame pulled the book towards her, blue eyes reflecting a tamed curiosity as she turned it over a few times before finally opening it. She studied the table of contents a few seconds before asking, "What exactly were you unable to find Botan?"

Botan's face twisted in pain and anger. "I was looking for that law Koenma told me about. The law that states those of Reikai cannot marry outside of their realm. But the section I thought it would be in has been ripped out."

Ayame looked up from the book, her eyes saddened and her brow furrowed. That's strange. She thought. Why would someone tear out those pages unless ... unless it did indeed have something to do with the acceptable relationships inside and outside the realm of Reikai. "I'm not sure why someone would rip out those pages but I'm afraid you won't be able to find that law anywhere Botan."

Botan looked at her in alarm. "Why not?"

"Because it is an unwritten rule."

"And how do you know this?"

Ayame hesitated, knowing it would upset her. "Koenma told me." She said in a soft voice, frowning as the deity's once calm features twisted rage.

"Oh he did, did he?" She said in a harsh whisper aimed not at the dark haired woman but at the toddler lord who had tore her away from Kurama. He did all this based on unwritten rule?! Her mind snarled viciously. Hatred swelled like a rampaging beast inside her heart, her mind awash with images of a smug and content Koenma leaning back upon his red office chair, congratulating himself on keeping Botan away from the man she loved. Away from someone he deemed socially inferior to her. Botan hated him. Hated what he represented. A symbol of arrogance and power, more concerned with his image than the feelings of his employees. And that was what this was all about wasn't it? To maintain the purity of Reikai. To retain dominion over his ferry girls. To pick and choose who they could and could not develop relationships with. Prideful, presumptive bastard aren't you. She thought, her hands clenching into fists, her emotions overriding her reason once again as she sought in her mind to exact her revenge upon her employer.

Ayame noticed the rise of anger radiating off her friend and although she knew the source, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps the deity was over reacting a little. After all, hope was not lost. She had promised to help Botan. And she would. Even if she had to defy the man she loved. I'm sorry Koenma. She thought with a sad smile. But you're wrong. I know you're wrong. "Botan?" She spoke in a light but insistent voice, hoping to draw the blue haired ferry girl's attention back on the present.

The deity looked back at Ayame, her fists relaxing but her eyes remained hard as she spoke. "You mean to tell me that all I've suffered, all that Kurama and I have gone through is because of some stupid unwritten law?! I thought Reikai prided itself on maintaining it's laws in written form. That only written laws were legal and binding."

Ayame nodded her head and smiled. "Which is how we are going to solve this situation."

Botan features relaxed. "By finding the missing pages to that book?" She asked, pointing to the item within Ayame's hand.

The dark haired deity shook her head. "One better. We're going to go looking for another Common law book." She replied, rising out of her seat as she placed the book down upon the chair. "This palace isn't the only one that houses a library. Most of the villages in Reikai also hold substantial documents and non fictional literature that deal with this realm."

Botan's face brightened. Of course! She thought with smile as she rose. "And if those pages hold the answers I seek then the elders will have no choice but to let me go. To let me live with Kurama."

Ayame nodded, her gaze shifting over to the French doors that led to the deity's small balcony. "I suggest we take our oars from here. That way Koenma won't catch us leaving." She said, marching over to the windows.

Botan followed her, walking past the open doors, her slender frame awash with the light of a new day as she held out her hand and hopped onto her materialized oar.

Ayame did the same, rising high into the air before sailing forward, Botan close behind as the two women headed west towards the nearest village and the possible solution to Botan's dilemma.

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"So far your training has been a practical exercise in controlling the flow of your thoughts Kurama but now we are going to up the ante so to speak." Genkai began as she stood in front of her new pupil, her brown eyes focused with a purposeful intensity that rivaled the kitsune's.

"In what way Genkai?" Kurama asked as he remained in his seated position, looking up at his teacher with curious eyes, the toned muscles of his legs straining against the tight bonds of the light blue jeans he wore. He had been sitting in the same position for two hours now and even though his legs had gone numb, Kurama paid no heed to the pain. He was used to pain. A little numbness wasn't going to faze him. But he was growing slightly anxious to begin with the next step in his training. Half a day of meditation had progressed before Genkai had deemed him capable of focusing his mental state without the interruption of his wants or desires and he felt ready to begin anew.

"You will see." Genkai said with a smile, pride evident in her voice. He has far exceeded my expectations. She thought as she turned to her side and began to pace within the confines of the main temple house. Arms clasped behind her back, her wizened features grew thoughtful as she contemplated just what she wanted the kitsune to do next. He has incredible power that is certain, she thought as she glanced out of the corner of her eye, studying the deceptively young man before her. And he has a cunning intelligence that far exceeds anyone I've ever met. She added mentally, impressed at how quickly Kurama overcame his boundaries, his handicaps, able to clear his thoughts into nothingness. So how do I go about this? How do I train him? Strong and smart as he is, can I hope to prepare him in the three weeks time he has allotted for this? Genkai sighed. Her only choice was to increase the training to such levels that would either strengthen or destroy his mind. Coming to a stop before Kurama, Genkai lowered herself a short distance in front of him, her face devoid of emotion as she spoke. "We will begin with a simple test. Tell me Kurama," She paused, her eyes focused intently on the kitsune's impassive face. "What does the mind represent to you? What does it contain?"

Kurama tilted his head to the side, pondering her question with a slight frown. What does my mind represent to me? What value to I place upon it? Understanding crept upon the kitsune's handsome face as he answered a few seconds later. "I treasure it. I houses my memories and my pain. And the wisdom that has kept me alive for so long. It is invaluable to me."

Genkai nodded, approving his choice of words. "And like any treasure you cherish it and hope to keep it sacred, to keep it safe."

"Yes."

Genkai smiled. "And what do people do to keep something they value or treasure safe?"

Kurama gave a small smile, following her line of reasoning. "You build walls and locks to keep people away."

"Exactly. Which is what you are now going to learn." The female psychic said, her features becoming neutral once more. "I'm going to teach you how to build psychic walls that will keep intruders from harming you and once you've mastered that, I will show you ways of inflicting their own attacks back upon them. But first things first." Genkai paused, as she drew in a small breath and let it out slowly. "I want you to close your eyes and relax."

Kurama nodded, complying with the old woman's command.

"Now lower your heart rate and slow your breathing."

Again, Kurama did as he was told.

Genkai smiled at the control he exhibited over his physical state. Now it was time to improve his mental state. "Good. Good. Now imagine yourself all alone in a darkened room. There is no light, no noise, no movement of any kind."

Kurama found himself suddenly in a blackened room, his eyes unable to adjust to the darkness as he looked about slowly, his defenses heightened even as he could see nothing. He sensed no movement. And yet. A wave of pain smacked instantly into him, his mind reeling from the blow, a gasp escaping from his throat as he tried to control the uncertainty he suddenly felt. Pain filled him again but this time Kurama responded, pushing back at the dark force pressing down upon him, a sculpted metallic shield materializing upon his left arm as his right hand now held a lethal blade of steel with which he swung out even as he pressed forward. Instantly the darkness vanished and relented it's hold.

"Very good Kurama." Genkai's approving voice reached the kitsune's ears.

Kurama's eyelids fluttered open, his emerald orbs meeting the twinkling brown ones of his teacher. "What just happened?"

"You defended yourself from a psychic attack, albeit a rather powerless one, using an image technique."

The kitsune reached up to rub his temples. "It felt pretty powerful to me." He murmured.

Genkai smiled. "In time, such an attack will have no effect on you whatsoever. You will be able to conjure up better and more effective images to stop any intrusion into you mind. And without using too much of your spiritual energy."

Kurama eyed her curiously as he realized he had indeed used spiritual energy to deflect the attack. Is that why I feel so tired suddenly? How much did I use just on that one little image? He wondered.

But before he could ask Genkai what she had next in mind, the old woman spoke.

"Let us continue." She said quickly, bombarding the unwary kitsune with a psychic attack so strong, Kurama's cry of pain and surprise reverberated the walls that surrounded him, sending the smaller creatures that inhabited the area scrambling from the terrified sounds that filtered out into the air.

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"Botan?"

The deity stood perfectly still upon the stone pathway that led to Kagone Village, the fifth town they had traveled to in search of the elusive book. But Botan could not hear Ayame calling her name. She was lost. Lost in something that tugged at her mind and her heart. She could feel his suffering, his fear, his resolve. Kurama? She wondered, her eyes filling with tears as the pain intensified. What is wrong? What is happening to you?

"Botan?!" Ayame's insistent and concerned voice cried out once more and this time the deity responded.

"I ... I can sense him Ayame. I can feel his pain." She said in a strained voice as she stared off in the distance, her arm reaching out as if to give comfort to something only she could see.

Ayame walked over to her friend, a troubled look upon her countenance as she studied the deity. "You mean Kurama?"

Botan nodded but did not speak as she sought out his presence, sending a silent message of love and concern, hoping Kurama could hear her through the pain he was suffering. And as if in answer the dark feelings disappeared, almost as quickly as they had come. Botan blinked in surprise and confusion. It was as if Kurama had pulled away from her, away from her concern. But why? She wondered, her features filled with grief. Why did he pull away so quickly?

The dark haired woman frowned as she continued to watch her friend with curious eyes. How is it she can sense him from so far away? She pondered. Unless ... Ayame's eyes widened as a sudden almost unbelievable thought entered her consciousness. Could it be that Botan has formed a bond with Kurama. But how? They are not mates. I'm certain of it. And yet, if the deity and the kitsune were indeed bonded to each other, it would explain the resolve and agony Ayame sensed within Botan's spirit. The need to be with Kurama must be strong indeed if she can sense him so easily. Ayame thought as she stared up into the sky. There was only one explanation. Only one other way that Botan and Kurama could have formed such a bond. This must be a bond of soul mates. She thought, her features growing pensive as she watched Botan lower her arm and her gaze, her face full of grief and sadness. "Botan?" Ayame spoke softly as she reached out to tap the deity's shoulder. "Botan are you all right?"

The deity gave a slight shake of her head as she raised her arm up and rubbed her forehead in sudden weariness. The stress upon her heart, the uncertainty she felt at the kitsune's actions almost more than she could bear. "No I'm not. But .. I will be in a few moments." She responded in a saddened voice, turning to face her dark haired friend. "Could we rest a bit Ayame, I'm suddenly feeling very .. tired."

Ayame nodded, allowing Botan her space even as she knew the reason for her sudden fatigue revolved not around the trip but rather the unexpected presence of Kurama's thoughts and feelings inside the deity's mind. The dark haired woman walked to the side of the road, picking a spot of open grass to relax upon as she sat a few feet away from Botan who moved slowly, almost lethargically, to the enormous trunk of a massive oak before leaning against it's rough bark and closing her eyes.

Botan gave a small sigh as she contemplated what had just happened. Why did I feel his distress from so far away? She wondered. Although her mind told her Kurama was in no real danger, her heart wasn't so sure. She soon came to the realization that perhaps Kurama too had sensed her distress due to his emotions and had pulled away from her mind not because he didn't want her help but because he was hurting her. Satisfied with this conclusion Botan's heart relaxed and her doubts disappeared. The deity opened her eyes slowly as the concerned voice of Ayame filtered into her ears.

"Listen Botan if you want to quit for the day that's alright. We could continue this tomorrow."

But Botan only smiled and shook her head. "It's okay Ayame. I'm feeling much better now thank you." She replied, pushing off the trunk with her back and returning to the path once more.

Ayame wanted to ask Botan about what had just occurred but decided against it. I'll ask her later. She thought as she rose to her feet. "Very well." She said, dusting off her backside before joining Botan on the path, the two ferry girls marching onward to Kagone Village.

The village of Kagone mirrored the design of the previous four towns in that the buildings were molded in identical structures. Grand, sweeping roofs adorned in light blue ceramic tiles that gave off a translucent glow when awash with the sun's rays coupled with wide, solidly built walls gave the distinct impression of strength and fortitude. The streets were lined not with dirt or the modern innovations of asphalt but intricately carved blue stones, each identical and precise to the smallest point. There were no potholes, no bumps. Everything seemed perfect. And well built.

Botan paid no mind to such things. She had already seen the same thing in the other villages. You'd think they'd be a little more creative. She thought as she walked to the left of Ayame, her eyes searching for the village library. Then again why should it be surprising? If the identical layout and design of the buildings were any indicator, the people of Reikai preferred the status quo. Conformity over creativity seemed to be the law of the land. Which is why Botan preferred Ningenkai. Everyone was different, places were different and exciting. But the villagers that greeted their eyes in each town, dressed the same, gave the same cold stares as if questioning the ferry girls right to even walk upon the same sidewalks they traveled upon.

But what are they so afraid of and what is this hatred I sense from them? She wondered as she came to a stop outside a particularly large building marked Kagone Library.

"Well here we are." Ayame said with a small smile as she looked over to Botan. "Shall we go inside?"

Botan nodded, trying to appear calm but inside she felt uneasy, as if they were being watched. She pivoted her head to her right, her eyes narrowing even as she saw nothing.

"Botan, is something wrong?"

Botan turned back to the dark haired woman and shook her head. "It's nothing Ayame." She replied with a smile.

Ayame studied her for a few seconds then nodded, pushing the heavy wooden doors open and allowing them entrance inside.

The two women, respectful of the QUIET sign posted above the librarian's massive dark wooden desk, stood patiently and silently before a tall, wiry man with short, sculpted hair as dark blue as the eyes that studied them in mild surprise and curiosity.

"How may I help you ladies this fine day?" He whispered in a light, jovial voice, flashing them a friendly smile that the two women couldn't help but mimic.

"We don't mean to bother you sir, but we were wondering if per chance you had a copy of The Common Laws of Reikai within your prestigious library?" Ayame asked in her sweetest voice, fully aware of how the young man was looking at them.

The man seemed startled by the question but quickly composed himself as his features grew calm. "I'm afraid we don't have that book anymore." He answered with a shake of his head.

Ayame and Botan's smiles fell.

"What do you mean not anymore?" Botan asked loudly, staring hard into the young man's suddenly nervous eyes. Eyes that darted around the room, widening as he noticed the other patrons of the library stop and stare at the three of them.

The young man swallowed hard, as if caught in a trap from which there was no escape. If he told the truth he would be punished. If he didn't tell them, the women could cause a scene that would get him in even more trouble. After pondering what to do he gave a great sigh and spoke, "That book was banned by the elders. I'm afraid the copy we had at one time was confiscated and destroyed."

Ayame and Botan looked at each other then back at the man.

"Did they ever give a reason why?" Ayame asked in a gentle voice, that seemed to settle the man's nervous state.

The young librarian shook his head . "I didn't dare ask. To go against the elders wishes could result in imprisonment or even .. death." He said in a conspiratorial tone, lowering his voice so only the two women could hear.

Ayame and Botan shook there heads in frustration and disgust.

"Thank you for your help." Botan said before turning and walking briskly out the library Ayame close behind.

The young man watched them go, letting out a sigh of relief only to jump as he felt the sudden pressure of a hand upon his shoulder. Whirling around, his blue eyes widened in surprise and fear as he found him self face to face with a tall, imposing man with jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail. His cobalt blue eyes full of hardened curiosity and arrogance as he studied the frightened man before him.

"Elder Kagone, I ... I didn't know you were here." The librarian spoke in a trembling voice that matched the way he body shook when in his presence.

Kagone smiled, but it wasn't friendly as he released his hold of young man, his exposed forearm resting back to his side, the dark blue cape adorned around his massive shoulders shifting from the movement. "Tell me Manta," He began in a deceptively calm voice which only made the young man even more nervous. "What did those two ferry girls want with you?"

Manta's eyes widened. "Ferry girls Elder Kagone? I ... I didn't know they were from Koenma's palace. Truly I didn't ..."

Kagone clenched his jaw, his patience already wearing thin at the young man's ignorance. "Just tell me what they wanted Manta." He barked.

Manta jumped as if he had been struck. "They only asked about a book sir."

"What kind of book?" Kagone asked.

"The Common Laws of Reikai sir."

"And what did you tell them Manta?"

The librarian swallowed nervously. "I told them it was no longer in circulation."

"Did you tell them anything else?" The elder asked, his eyes narrowing as if to make sure the librarian wasn't lying to him.

Manta shook his head. "No sir."

Kagone relaxed his sculpted frame, nodding in satisfaction. "You've done well Manta." He said with a congratulatory pat on the shoulder before turning and quickly exiting the library, his cape flowing fluidly with each step. The large man's eyes scanned the sky above, searching and finding the retreating forms of the two ferry girls. His handsome features twisting in displeasure as he contemplated exactly what those women were after. He had been following them ever since they had wandered into his territory, into his village. His sense of chi was second to none in the land of Reikai and once he felt their presence he found it necessary to discover their purpose. And during his watch he had picked up their names. Botan and Ayame. Ferry girls in the service of Koenma.

Kagone's lips twisted into a sneer. He didn't like Koenma. Didn't like that he still retained some power in Reikai even after the great war and the fiasco with Yakumo. His family had always been trouble. Always a thorn in the elders side. And after the insolence the toddler lord had displayed when he defied the elders order to have the descendent of Raizen eliminated, Kagone thought for sure Koenma would be replaced with someone more suitable for the job. But the leader of the elders, Torandai, had agreed that perhaps they had acted too hasty in their judgment and had rescinded the execution order. That old man always was too soft on matters relating to the other realms. If Kagone had his way, Makai and Ningenkai would be shut off completely from Reikai.

A cold smile suddenly formed upon the towering man's lips. Those two women were searching for The Common Laws of Reikai. A book that had been banned because a few choice laws existed within it's unassuming cover. Laws dealing with relationships outside of the realm of Reikai. Laws that, if known, would change the very dynamic of Reikai, tainting it's once pure lineage. Interesting. Kagone thought, plans formulating in his head as he turned and headed back to his living quarters. How very interesting indeed.

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Kurama had never felt so exhausted in all his life.

The kitsune lay still upon the bed in his room surrounded by the darkness of night, his weary emerald eyes staring numbly up at the ceiling as he continued to heal his body and mind from the lasting effects of Genkai's training regimen. Twelve intensive hours of agonizing visions, of tests so complex and mind bending Kurama couldn't believe he had actually managed to make it to his home without passing out. Although there wasn't a scratch or bruise upon his perfect skin, his whole being cried out in pain. I feel like I've been stretched all day upon a rack. Kurama thought with a sigh. Every muscle flared with an intense burning sensation that spread along his lean frame, even the slightest movement sent another wave of torment that caused the kitsune to stifle a gasp. And his head. When would the pounding cease?

Yusuke was right. He thought with an inward smile. Genkai really can be a dragon when she trains. She had pushed Kurama to edge of his limits and had found him to be worthy of her knowledge although she made no guarantees her methods would prove effective enough in the short time Kurama had committed to. But he had made his reasons very clear. I start school within three weeks. After that I will have little time on my hands for anything outside of campus life. If I can't master the techniques in the time given, then I don't deserve the ability of mental defense.

Genkai had agreed to his terms and his reasoning. She had told him with his power, he should be able to complete the training within the three weeks. But she warned him his true test would come in the Cave of Sorrows. Only then would Kurama truly know if he had successfully mastered the female psychic's techniques.

The Cave of Sorrows. Kurama thought, his heart and soul a little apprehensive at the prospect of enduring such a dark and evil place. He dreaded the images that would surely materialize both in and out side his mind. He wasn't sure he could handle it. What if I see them all dead again like I did in Makai. He thought with a shudder only to grit his teeth as another thought entered his mind. One that caused him continuous pain. The image of Botan throwing herself in the path of a energy attack for him or worse, the image of Botan being crushed to death in the grips of an invisible force. Can I do this? He wondered, doubt filling his heart. Can I truly overcome these depressing emotions that seem to have me in a death grip. Or am I destined to fail?

A sudden beeping noise erupted in the darkness, drawing Kurama's attention quickly to the side, the kitsune wincing at the sudden jolt of pain that ripped up his neck from the snapping movement of his head. Forcing himself upright, Kurama swung his jeaned legs over the edge of the bed, reaching out with his right arm to switch on the lamp upon his desk before shifting his hand down to the side drawer. With a gentle pull, he opened the drawer and reached inside, grabbing the communicator and flipping it open. His pained eyes met the twinkling ones of Botan who smiled warmly at him.

"Hello Kurama!" She sang in a cheerful voice, trying hard to ignore the fact that the black oxford shirt the kitsune wore was completely unbuttoned, exposing his toned chest and abs.

The pain in Kurama's eyes vanished, replaced with a tender look that made Botan's heart skip a beat.

"Hello Botan." He said in a gentle tone, happy once again to see her, if only briefly. "How are you this evening?"

"Well, I'd be better if I were with you in Ningenkai, but I guess this little arrangement will have to do for now." She said in a light tone, not wanting to darken the air between them.

Kurama smiled. "Yes. I suppose it will do." He conceded, wishing things were different between them. Wishing he could hold her in his arms like he used to. If only for a moment.

A few seconds of silence passed between them, each basking in the eyes of the other before Botan at last spoke, "Uh, Kurama .." She started then paused, as if unsure whether or not she should ask him.

Kurama noticed her uncertainty and decided to push her along. "What is it Botan? Are you okay?"

Botan bit her lip and looked downward, suddenly very interested in the buttons of her communicator. "I hope you don't find me silly for asking this, but earlier today I sensed you in pain and distress. I mean I thought I did, but ..." She paused unable to finish. He probably thinks I'm overreacting again. She thought with a sad sigh.

Kurama however wasn't surprised one bit. "You did Botan." He said softly drawing the deity's attention back on him. "And I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way. It's just .. when I realized you had sensed me, I pulled quickly away so as not to upset you further. I don't want to be the cause of your pain Botan. Not now, not ever."

Botan's heart soared into the stratosphere at the loving tone Kurama used. The way he looked at her made her want to reach through the communicator and hold tightly to him. To fall asleep in his warm embrace and to never leave his side. She loved him. Loved him more than life itself. "You don't bring me pain Kurama. You bring me happiness. That is why I love you. It's just that ... I feel so weak right now. As if I've lost a piece of myself. " Botan frowned, frustration creeping across her beautiful features. "I don't know how to explain it but there is this emptiness inside of me. A big black void that seeks comfort and rest and yet cannot find it."

Kurama nodded, understanding completely. "It is the same with me Botan. It is why you could sense my emotions from so far away. We have bonded."

Botan's frown was instantly replaced with a look of surprise. "Bonded?" She said softly. "But how? We are not mates. How can we be bonded?"

Kurama gave her a small smile. "The bond we share is stronger even than the bond of mates for it is a bond that goes beyond the physical. It is a bond of the soul Botan. You and I are soul mates."

Of course. Botan thought. It all made sense. The weakness, the pain, the feeling of emptiness now that Kurama was no longer near her. He completed her. And without him, she would surely die. Just as he would without her. Either way, we will die. She thought, her heart filling with grief. If they remained apart death would befall them. If they sought out each other and lived a life in Ningenkai without the consent of Reikai they would be killed and all their friends with them. It seemed a no win situation. And yet Botan suddenly didn't feel scared or weary. It was as if the mere image of Kurama alone brought comfort to her wounded heart. "Soul mates." She said softly, testing out the sound, smiling fondly as she gazed upon the handsome features of the kitsune.

Kurama nodded, everything he needed to say reflected in the love light of his emerald eyes. A look of devotion, of love. And yes, even longing. It was all there for Botan to see. He was bearing his heart, his very soul to her.

And Botan could not only see it, she could feel it. The regard he held for her, the intense love and affection and longing. It was all laid out in the open for her to witness. Botan couldn't help but gasp as these emotions filled every fiber of her being, the feelings so strong and wonderful that Botan wondered how she had ever lived without him. Tears streamed down the deity's face. Tears of joy. This was beyond the physical, beyond anything she had ever experienced before. She truly could see into the depths of his soul and it was blinding in it's intensity and devotion to her and her alone. So this is what love feels like. She thought in wonder only to whimper when she suddenly felt Kurama pull away from her, severing the emotional bond they shared.

Kurama gazed sadly upon the monitor, his voice gentle as he spoke, "Botan?"

The deity's unfocused gaze sought out his face as she struggled to cope with the sudden loss of their connection.

The kitsune noticed the dazed look upon his beloved's countenance. "Botan?" He repeated.

The ferry girl blinked several times, coming out of her daze, her features questioning. "How .. What .."

"I'm sorry." Kurama began. "I never should have unleashed my emotions like that. I must have overwhelmed you. I apologize."

That's putting it mildly. Botan thought as she struggled to regain her composure. "I .. had no idea that such a bond like this existed." Was all she could manage as she closed her eyes, trying to calm her still pounding heart.

"It isn't an everyday occurrence Botan." Kurama said with a wiry smile.

Botan smiled back. "After what I just felt, I'd say you're probably right."

The two stared silently at each other, unsure what else there was to say.

At last Kurama spoke, breaking the silence lingering between them. "So, Botan, how did your day go? Did you learn anything new about Reikai?"

Botan pondered how to answer his question. She wanted to tell him what she had discovered. Wanted to tell him the reaction she and Ayame had received during their trips into the Reikai villages. And yet, she didn't want him to know the uneasiness she felt. Didn't want him to worry about her. Instead she told him only of her conversation with Ayame.

Kurama listened patiently, nodding in understanding when the deity had finished. "I have heard a similar story from Genkai."

Botan's ears perked up a little at the mention of the female psychic who was a dear old friend to the ferry girl. "How is she doing?"

"Fairly well." Kurama answered, not elaborating any further lest he reveal the true reason for his visit. Botan has enough problems to deal with. The last thing she needs is to worry over me and my own problems. And yet, he thought. When I enter the Cave of Sorrow she will undoubtedly sense my pain and fear and she will suffer because of my weaknesses. "Botan," He began. "There is something I need to tell you about. Something that will happen within the next three weeks that you must know of."

Botan looked at him in concern. "What is it Kurama?"

The red haired man drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "I'm sure you are familar with the Cave of Sorrow."

Botan nodded. "It's a large, dark cave near Genkai's temple said to hold evil spirits and emotions that feed of weak minds." She answered. "Why do you ask?"

"Because in three weeks time, I'll be entering that cave as a final test of Genkai's training."

Botan frowned. "What are you training for Kurama?"

Kurama paused. Should I tell her the truth? He wondered. Yes. I must tell her. She deserves to know the truth. Gathering his thoughts, the kitsune began to tell her the reasons for his training. When he had finished explaining to her, Botan stared at him in shock and disbelief. And to no great surprise, anger.

Botan fumed silently as a tumult of thoughts flowed through her mind. Of course she remembered the incidents during the festival and the way the dark haired woman had tricked and attacked Kurama. But she had no idea the lustful desire the female deceiver had fixated upon the kitsune. Nor the extent of her abilities. The very thought of Kurama being seduced by that telepathic witch caused the deity's blood to boil in rage. Not if I can help it! She vowed mentally as she finally spoke to her beloved. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

A pained look splashed across Kurama's features. "I didn't want to burden you with my problems Botan."

"I don't like it when you with hold things from me Kurama. It makes me feel like you don't believe I can handle situations like this."

Kurama frowned. "It wasn't a matter of not believing in you Botan. I just ... I just hate upsetting you."

Botan smiled slightly. "I believe you Kurama. I know you're just looking out for me but I can't help but worry over you. Especially after what I just found out." She admitted in a concerned tone. "And I can't say I'm happy to know that woman is so obsessed with you."

Kurama gave her a wiry smile. "I promise not to fall to her telepathic charms." He said before adding gently, "You have no reason to fear for me Botan. I will not fail in this."

Botan nodded, content to believe in his promise.

The two chatted for a few more moments before making promises to contact each other on a daily basis. Even if only for a few moments. Tender words were then shared, neither wanting to be the first to say good bye. At last they bid each other adieu, both falling asleep with thoughts of the other that they carried into the land of dreams.

*******

The three weeks proved to come all too quickly. After moving most of his belongings into the two bedroom apartment above a floral shop in downtown Sakaoshimi, Kurama's waking hours were spent mostly in the company of Genkai who continued to push the kitsune to his limits. Her smile of pride widening each day they progressed with the training, impressed by his rapid improvement.

Hiei would stop in daily, checking on both his sister and his best friend, also impressed with Kurama's advancing skill. The fire apparition could feel the rising power within Kurama. A power that would soon rival his own. The Koorime smiled at the thought of challenging the fox spirit one day to a contest of skill.

Kurama had grown reasonably confident he would succeed in the final test. That he would challenge and conquer the Cave of Sorrow. Yet, even with this confidence in his enhanced abilities, Kurama could not quell the pain that flooded his heart, fully aware of the torment he would cause Botan once he began the perilous journey into the heart of darkness. Even if he could block out his emotions, at some point, they would escape from his control and the pain would be unleashed upon the heart and soul of the woman he loved. He could only hope that she would maintain her promise not to come into Ningenkai when she felt his despair and pain. He had told her many times in their conversations what would happen and Botan had accepted his request. But would she stick to it? Please Botan, Kurama thought as he strolled up the steps leading to Genkai's temple for their final day of training, Whatever happens, whatever you may feel, don't risk your position for me. I will be fine. I promise.

*******

Botan let out a sigh of weariness as she flew on her oar high above the ground of Reikai, Ayame a few feet away to her left. Both women were dressed in traditional ferry girl garb. Pink kimonos with light blue sashes around the waist that fluttered along with the gentle breeze that swirled around them. The noon day sun shown brightly above, lending it's warmth to their chilled skin. Having just finished an errand for Koenma, the two women were heading back for the palace.

The three weeks had gone by very slowly for Botan. She had made little headway in finding information regarding the missing pages of the book. Conceding that perhaps it'd be best to look inside the palace itself, the deity and Ayame had began to inspect every nook and cranny of their residence. So far, they had come up empty handed. Ayame had even suggested they go to Koenma for help, but Botan had refused. She was still mad at her boss for what he had done, even if she was beginning to understand the reasons why he had done so. And besides, she didn't want the toddler lord to know what they were up to. If she was going to find a solution to her dilemma, she would do it without Koenma's help.

And still, even with all their searching, Botan couldn't help but feel a little unnerved every time she left the palace. Ever since their talk with that librarian in Kagone Village, Botan felt as if someone were always watching her, studying her. She couldn't tell if it was real or if she was just imagining things. Still, her rational mind could not block out the feeling of apprehension the deity seemed to be constantly experiencing.

But apprehension was not all Botan was feeling at the moment. She also felt fear and nervousness. For today was the day Kurama would begin his final test. One that would make or break his new found abilities. So many times in the course of their conversations, Botan would insist on sneaking into the human world for this one day, just to make sure he made it through all right. And each time Kurama would convince her that no matter what she felt, it would only last for a few moments and all would be fine. That nothing could possibly go wrong with Genkai and the others there. He would make it through just fine. Not to worry.

But how can I not worry after what I've experienced. She thought sadly. It hurt to be away from him. If the deity didn't find a way for them to be together soon, she very well could lose hope in their future. Shaking her head, Botan berated herself as she made a slight turn east to were the palace was located. I must not lose hope! I must be strong, for Kurama's sake .. and my own.

********

Genkai stood outside the entrance to the Cave of Sorrow, her weathered features betraying no emotion as she stared up into the eyes of her pupil. Arms clasped behind her back, she radiated an aura of authority and power that belied her small stature. "Are you ready Kurama?" She asked softly.

Kurama said nothing for a few seconds, shifting his body sideways as he sensed the approach of Hiei, Yusuke and Kuwabara. I only wish Botan were here as well. He thought with an inward sigh. Although he had requested she stay away, that didn't mean he couldn't imagine her here, waiting for him with open arms.

Enough daydreaming already Suuichi! Kurama's Youko self admonished, It's time to get to work!

Of course. Kurama thought with a small smile as he returned his attention to Genkai. "I am ready." He replied with a nod.

"So you're really going to go through with this Kurama?" Yusuke asked, drawing the kitsune's attention back on him. "You realize that place is one big freaking nightmare don't you? I almost lost it that one time Genkai made me go in there."

"If I remember correctly, you pissed your pants upon returning from that cave." Genkai said with a smirk.

"Dammit grandma! Did you have to tell everybody about that?!" Yusuke snapped, turning his peevish eyes over to Kuwabara who began to laugh.

"You actually wet yourself Urameshi! What a wuss!"

"Shut up Kuwabara!" Yusuke growled. "You wouldn't last a minute in there!"

"More like ten seconds." Hiei quipped from behind them.

Now it was Kuwabara's turn to be agitated. "Clamp it shorty! If you think you're so damn gifted, why don't you go into that cave! I bet you couldn't last more than a minute!"

"Is that a challenge?" Hiei asked, eyes gleaming with malice as he uncrossed his arms and glared at the much larger man.

"You're damn right it is!" Kuwabara snapped, irritated at the mere presence of the fire apparition.

"Will you three shut the hell up!" Genkai snapped. "Now is not the time for your senseless bickering!"

Yusuke and Kuwabara settled down, relaxing their stances while Hiei merely grunted his disgust but kept his peace.

"Kurama," Genkai began, drawing the kitsune's attention back upon her. "Whatever perils you are about to face, no matter how terrible the danger and darkness may seem, remember you are not alone." She paused, looking over to the trio of men to her right. "Yusuke, Kuwabara and Hiei will be waiting for you here when or if you decide to turn back. While I will be waiting for you on the other side should you have the resolve and strength to do what no one here ever could, myself included."

"I understand." Kurama said, starting forward as Genkai moved to the side, allowing him passage into the cave.

"Good luck Kurama." Genkai added in a whisper.

Kurama gave her a slight nod, his features a mask of reserved calm as he stepped inside, his lean frame instantly swallowed by the darkness as he disappeared from view. The kitsune moved slowly within the darkened confines of his temporary prison. Sweat poured down his handsome features. Not from fear but from the sudden heat that flared around him. The farther in he went, the hotter the air seemed to be. Funny. He thought with a sardonic smile. I always thought darkness to be cold.

Kurama looked around, his mental defenses in play just as Genkai had taught him. So far the darkness that had at one time seemed so alive was nothing more than empty space without substance or movement. But as he progressed farther in, he began to feel as if a great weight were pressing down upon his shoulders and the first inklings of ... fear. Something was coming. Something ancient and evil.

And it was then the darkness began to slip through his defensive barriers, finding a small crack here and there from which to probe. The darkness whispered the promise of pain and death within the back of his mind as it drew from his history, learning adapting formulating images before unleashing Kurama's greatest fears upon him.

The red haired man frowned as an image began to appear before him, the scenery changing, becoming lighter. His eyes widened as the image became flesh and bone, a person he instantly recognized and the last one he'd thought to see. With an audible gasp, Kurama whispered, "Mother?"

*****

"Hey Urameshi, how long has Kurama been in there?" Kuwabara asked, turning his curious gaze to his left where the dark haired detective stood, his back resting against the trunk of a rather large pine.

Yusuke drew out his hands from his black down vest, pushing back the left sleeve of his white crew neck sweater to reveal his black banded field watch. "About ten minutes." He answered, lowering his arms to his side before stuffing his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans. "Why? You sense anything going on in there?"

Kuwabara's brow furrowed. "Well, kind of yeah. But ..." He paused, looking over to Hiei whose eyes were closed, the familar green glow of his Jagan flaring underneath the white head band adorning his forehead.

Yusuke followed the tall man's gaze, frowning as he noticed the fire demon's features were tightened in pain, as if he were suffering along with the kitsune. "What is it Hiei? What do you see?" He asked, his voice troubled.

"He is in pain." Hiei murmured distantly, not elaborating further as to the kitsune's condition.

Kuwabara lowered his head, hoping Kurama would be okay. "Should we go in and get him?" He asked, looking back to Yusuke.

The dark haired detective looked from his best friend over to the cave entrance. "No." He said with a shake of his head. "We wouldn't last very long in there Kuwabara. If anything Hiei or Genkai will retrieve him. That is if he wants to be retrieved."

"Wants to? What are you talking about Yusuke?"

The smaller man sighed. "Kurama can turn back anytime. The path he has traveled so far has been defeated. He will not be bothered if he returns here."

"Oh." The orange haired man replied, growing silent even as his senses continued to warn him to help.

Yusuke for his part wished Kurama would turn back the way he came. Come on Kurama. He thought with a frown. Come on back before it's too late. He could only hope that whatever was going on inside wasn't so horrible that the kitsune would be forever scarred because of it.

****

Kurama stumbled backwards slightly, surprised at the ferocity of the slap that struck the left side of his face. He brought his head back slowly, staring wide eyed at the woman who had raised him to be kind and compassionate who now seemed to be anything but. "Mother?" He whispered, his features tightening at the waves of hatred and loathing that radiated from her being.

"You are a liar! A thief! A murderer! You are not my son!" She snarled viciously, her words more hurtful and damaging then any slap could ever be.

Tears began to form in Kurama's eyes as he pleaded his case. "Mother please. I'm still your son. I now I hurt you but please listen ..."

But his words fell on deaf ears as "Shori" continued her tirade. "Worthless, vile creature. You killed my baby! You killed my real son!"

Kurama shook his head vigorously. "No mother. The infant inside your womb had yet to acquire a proper soul. I killed no one." He protested, and for the briefest of seconds succumbed to his grief until at last he realized that this flesh and blood image before him was just that. An illusion created by the darkness that had somehow, someway slip through his defenses and learned of his fears. A sudden sense of calm pervaded his soul as he stepped backwards and raised his right hand. "Nice try." He murmured, unleashing an invisible wave of energy that smacked into the vision, pulverizing it into dust.

Kurama lowered his hand as the light faded and darkness reigned around him once more. He continued forward, fending off subsequent attacks with fluid quick commands, blocking out all images in front of him, not allowing the darkness to bother him. To his great surprise he saw a soft light up ahead, his eyes widening in realization. That must be the exit. He thought with a smile as he rushed forward.

But the darkness had been biding it's time, gathering power, lulling Kurama into a false sense of security and confidence and now it sought to unleash itself in one final attack. One that would surely bring the intruder to his knees.

Kurama gasped in surprise as a sharp pain ripped through the left side of his chest. Grabbing his arm, the kitsune collapsed onto his knees. What is this?! His mind shouted, his features paling and his eyes widening in shock as a barrage of images came to life before him, around him. Dead bodies. His friends dead bodies. No. He thought in fear and dismay as he tried to rise to his feet only to cry out as he was lifted off his feet by an invisible force and hurtled into the jagged rocks that lined the walls of the cave. The air exploded from his lungs as the right side of Kurama's body smacked into the hardened stone, bruising his flesh, tearing through the black sweater he wore with enough force to slice into the muscle. He landed in a heap below, his breath escaping in ragged bursts as he struggled to his feet only to fall once more after a few painful steps.

The kitsune clenched his side only to pull his hand away when he felt something moist and thick within his palm. A heavy metallic smell permeated the air. It was blood. His blood. He tried to send the images away. Tried to build walls around his mind but the darkness had taken hold, preventing him from defending himself. It had control now and would soon be feasting off the red haired man's negative emotions. He would not escape from it's grip.

"Are you ready to die kitsune?"

That voice ...

Kurama recognized that voice. No. Not again. I can't watch her die again.

"You couldn't protect her from Yakumo. Could you?" The voice continued, mocking him, taunting him. "You wanted to. Wanted to be the one to save her. But poor Kurama couldn't muster enough power to do so. You're pathetic."

Anger began to replace fear as Kurama's eyes began to burn gold. "Shut up!" He growled, gathering the strength needed to rise to his feet.

But the voice continued. "And you can't save her from me now."

"What?" Kurama snapped harshly, even as he knew what was coming next.

"Kurama!"

The kitsune snapped his head to the side, his face draining of color as he relived the nightmare all over again, lost in the images and sounds of an imagined tragedy, his lips forming the same words that plagued him in Makai. "Botan stay back! It's too dangerous! You'll be killed!"

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as Kurama felt the deity's arms wrap protectively around him, his eyes widening in panic and dismay, his lips carrying her name just as the blast of blinding energy struck and all grew into darkness once more.

******

"Botan? Botan are you all right?" Ayame asked her friend as they began their approach of Koenma's palace, noticing the pained look plastered on the deity's face.

Botan did not reply, her head tilted to the side as she stared distantly to her right. "Kurama?" She whispered, her voice tinged in fear as she felt the kitsune's fading chi. He was dying. No. Oh God no! She screamed mentally. "Kurama!" She cried, jerking her oar sharply right, descending at break neck speed to the portal closest to Genkai's. She no longer cared if Koenma caught her escaping into the human world. She needed to see Kurama, needed to help him before it was too late.

"Botan where are you going?!" Ayame shouted, her voice dropping when her friend didn't reply. The dark haired ferry girl features were tightened in concern and contemplation. Should she follow Botan or continue onward? Koenma would be expecting them any moment and with Botan gone, Ayame wasn't sure she could explain her disappearance away.

She had yet to speak of the bond she suspected both the deity and the kitsune shared. Respecting Botan's wishes that she not tell. But if Koenma found out about her disappearance, it would be the only explanation that would keep her out of trouble.

Ayame cast one last glance over her shoulder before speeding ahead, her features full of resolve and determination as she began her descent to the roof top of the palace. Don't worry Botan. I'll think of something to explain your absence.

*******

"What the hell is this?!" Kuwabara shouted above the rumbling sound that sliced through the air, the ground below quaking violently causing the three men to stumble around.

Hiei, who had been following Kurama's progress through his Jagan eye, stared around in mild curiosity and slight apprehension as the cave suddenly collapsed, sealing off the entrance.

"Kurama!" Yusuke shouted, rushing over to the pile of rubble, Kuwabara close behind.

The dark haired detective powered up his spirit gun, ready to blast a hole through the rock when Hiei suddenly clasped his arm. "What the hell did you do that for?" Yusuke snapped, whirling to the side to glare down at the smaller man.

"The after shock of your spirit gun could cause the entire cave to collapse." He said simply, releasing his hold of the detective's arm.

"What do you suppose we do? We can't just sit around here and let Kurama die!"

Hiei turned to Kuwabara." Have the moron slice these rocks with his spirit sword." He replied starting forward, stopping as Yusuke spoke.

"Where are you going?"

"To help Genkai out." The fire demon answered, disappearing in a blur of black.

********

Genkai couldn't believe what had just happened. Never in all her years had she sensed so much pain and anger as what was coming from the cave. When the ground had rumbled beneath her she realized at once the situation and attempted to infiltrate the cave only to stop as the rocks slammed down before her, blocking her attempt at a rescue. Fully aware of the dangers of blasting the rock away, the old woman had begun to pull away at the stone a piece at a time. But it was grueling work and her bones were beginning to ache from the effort.

"Genkai?!" A feminine voice cried in despair from somewhere behind the female psychic.

Turning around, the old woman's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the sight that greeted her. A frantic Botan rushing towards her, her eyes focused on the smaller woman, the pain evident in her voice and her features. "Where is he?! Where is Kurama?!"

"He's still inside the cave." Hiei's voice cut in as he appeared beside the small woman who ceased her struggle with the rocks and walked over to Botan's side.

The two women watched as the fire demon unsheathed the sword strapped upon his back and began slicing and hacking away at the hardened stone.

Genkai's gaze shifted away from Hiei to the deity beside her, noticing a sudden shift in chi

Botan was reaching out to Kurama, focusing on the connection they now shared and using it to her advantage.

To the old woman's great surprise, she began to feel Kurama's once faint chi begin to build once more.

******

A soft moan escaped from Kurama's parched throat as he began to stir. The kitsune's eyelids fluttered open, his eyes greeted with darkness and dust. He tried to sit up only to fall onto his back as his body shook in protest, his limbs too heavy to lift. His head lolled to the side as he tried to assess his injuries even as the life was fading from his body. Blood pooled around him from the wounds he received from the blast which had knocked him clear through one side of the cave wall. There were so many wounds. Too many for him to heal on his own.

Kurama. Kurama can you hear me? Please answer.

The kitsune closed his eyes, his weary features smoothing as he felt Botan's presence. "Botan?" He croaked, not believing the voice that escaped from his lips belonged to him.

Kurama you must get up. I don't want to live a life alone. I don't want to be the one who takes you to spirit world. It's not your time so please get up!

"But ... You're dead .. I watched you die."

I'm alive Kurama. I'm waiting for you just outside this cave. But I can't see you if you don't come out. So please get up. For me ... Conquer the darkness for me ....

Kurama swallowed, wincing at how dry and pained his throat was. "For you I will." He replied. Slowly and with great pain, the kitsune opened his eyes and rose to his feet stumbling more than once on the rocks that littered the darkened path. He had gone but a few feet when the darkness tried once more to overcome his will. Images swirled before Kurama. Botan screaming for his help. Her body being crushed by an invisible force just as in his dream a few weeks before. But this time Kurama did not succumb to the vision. He knew this was not really Botan. He could feel her presence just outside the cave. Still, there was no way in hell he was going to watch her die again.

A eerie green glow erupted around Kurama's lean frame, as the power began to build around him, filling his soul, spreading through his body as he felt himself begin to change. Muscles began to expand, bones began to lengthen as he experienced a power unlike any before. And with a ferocious snarl he unleashed his energy. "NO MORE!"

*****

Hiei was almost through the mass of rock when he gave a sharp gasp of surprise, leaping backward and shielding the two women from the sudden explosion of stone that rocketed towards them, his energy barrier deflecting the bits and chunks away. "What the hell?" Hiei murmured as his red eyes gazed in shock at the man that stood about twenty feet away from them.

Genkai and Botan lowered their arms as the sound of falling rock died, their eyes widening as the dust settled and all became clear.

"Kurama?" Botan whispered, moving around Hiei, who lowered his energy barrier, to get a better view, her eyes full of awe and uncertainty as she shifted her gaze up and down his body.

His features were changed. Harder, feral. Dangerous yet breathtaking at the same time. His chest was bare and bloodied, hairless as usual, but more muscular, more defined. And he was visibly taller than before. Traits unique to his Youko form. Yet he still retained his humanity having normal ears and teeth and the fiery red mane of hair that swirled around his face. Even as his fierce gold eyes set themselves upon Botan, the deity felt no fear as she returned his gaze with one of affection and relief.

Kurama blinked slowly, the wariness in his golden orbs morphing into recognition as he spoke in a deepened voice. "Botan?"

The deity nodded a tender smile forming on her lips at the intense emotions of love and affections she sensed from him only to have her smile fall as she watched Kurama's eyelids grow heavy as he collapsed down upon one his right knee, resting his forearm upon his bent left leg as his head dropped downward, a burst of blood erupting from his mouth as he coughed.

Botan rushed forward, with a speed she didn't knew she possessed as she made her way to his side, falling to her knees before him. "Kurama?" She whispered in fear, reaching out to cup the kitsune's face into her hands before pulling it gently upwards.

Emerald eyes met amethyst, the deity gasping in surprise as she watched Kurama change back into his full human self.

Kurama reached out, caressing the left side of Botan's face only to withdraw instantly as he noticed the smear of blood against her pale features and another wave of pain seized his body.

"Kurama?" Botan whispered in panic as Kurama's eyelids closed and he slumped forward into the deity's arms, unconscious from loss of blood and spiritual energy.

Botan shifted her weight as she adjusted him in her arms, falling onto her backside, Kurama nestled against her torso, his breathing shallow and his features slack.

Hiei and Genkai hurried over to her and Kurama's side.

"Unbelievable." Hiei murmured. "That power just now .."

"Yes I know." Genkai said as she studied the prone form of Kurama. "His power at that moment surpassed even Yusuke's S Class strength." She added, turning her head to the side as she sensed the arrival of the two young men left at the cave's entrance.

"Hey guys what the hell was that power I felt just now? Whoa ..." Kuwabara cried, skidding to a stop a few feet away from the others, Yusuke in tow. "What happened to Kurama?" asked looking from the bloodied kitsune to Botan. "And how did Botan get here?"

"No time for questions right now." Genkai said sternly. "You and Yusuke carry Kurama back to the temple, we need to hurry." She ordered, starting forward.

"And just where will you be?" Yusuke asked as he slung, Kurama right arm around his neck while Kuwabara took the left side.

"To prepare his room." She said before disappearing from view.

Kuwabara blinked. "She sure moves fast for an old lady." He commented.

"Come on Kuwabara." Yusuke said sharply, the two men moving as quickly as they could without aggravating Kurama's injuries.

A half an hour later, Kurama's body lay still upon a large blue futon, cleaned of blood and covered by a brown comfortor, but his wounds still unhealed. Genkai shifted her gaze from the prone man to the deity who sat opposite of her, watching with a wistful smile as Botan clasped Kurama's left hand within her own and lovingly caressed the left side of his face. With a weary sigh, Genkai rose to her feet, wincing at the stiffness in her bones as she turned to the group and addressed them. "I've done all that I can. It's up to Botan now." She said softly, shooing everyone out, looking over her shoulder one last time before exiting the room and sliding the door quietly behind her, leaving Botan alone with Kurama.

Botan bit her lip as she released her hold of Kurama's hand and pulled back the blanket, inspecting his wounds. Not as many as I thought there would be. She assessed mentally. But the ones he did have were deep and painful. She thought back to the time when Kurama had healed the wounds she had received from Yakumo and couldn't help but smile at how their roles were now reversed. She traced her hand over the largest wound, a foot long gash that spread along the right side of his ribcage, nodding in satisfaction as the muscle and skin complied to her healing commands, reconnecting, mending, closing shut until no mark remained.

Around an hour later, Botan had completed her work, exhausted at the amount of spiritual energy she had to use to heal her beloved. But it was worth it. She thought with a weary smile as she watched the rise and fall of Kurama's chest, her gaze shifting to the handsome features that held her spellbound for so long. He was so cute when he slept and Botan didn't want the moment to end. But the deity knew she had to leave. Night would soon be coming and Koenma would wonder where she had gone. I'm sorry Kurama. She thought sadly as she leaned down and brushed her lips gently against his own, caressing his face one last time before rising and leaving the room, materializing her oar and flying away without saying good bye to anyone, hoping she hadn't been spotted, that no one was watching.

But someone had been watching. Someone who had been assigned to follow the deity at a safe distance, monitoring her activities and memorizing the events he had witnessed. And with a skill that matched those below, the man in shadow disappeared from view, back to the world he came from. Back to Reikai.