Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ After the Fall ❯ Alone At Last ( Chapter 25 )

And yet another installment from me. This has been painful for me to do, since I've been suffering from major writers block. Still, it is something right? Sessha apologizes if you find it sub par but I'm very tired all the time and the ideas aren't flowing too well for me. This is the edited version of chapter 25. If you want a bit more detail as to their intimate moment check under the name JD Fielding in ff.net.

Onto the story!

Chapter 25--Alone at last

Late was the hour when Kurama pulled into the side drive of the Shinju Floral shop and apartment complex, the darkness of night concealing the contented features of the kitsune as he shut off the engine to his bike and retrieved the key from the ignition switch. A smile crept along his lips as he felt Botan shift behind him, her arms still snaked around his waist and her body pressed firmly against his back, the sensation comforting yet exciting at the same time.

My deity. The kitsune sighed inwardly, his mind and soul filled suddenly with a torrent of emotions and memories that both haunted and surprised him.

Three years.

He had loved her for over three years. An unrequited love he had believed as he watched over her, carrying on the masquerade of friendship when in truth he wanted so much more. Wanted to be the only one she needed, desired, loved. But his fear for her safety always loomed like a shadow above him, dashing any relationship he had hoped to exist between them. It was a mere dream. Nothing but a school boy fantasy. He would berate himself for the longest time. But still there were times that his body betrayed his thoughts. Times when the deity's life was in danger. He cared not in those moments if his flesh was torn or his bones broken. She was more important. For if he were to lose her, he would lose everything.

Three years.

That was how long he had dreamed of holding Botan in his arms, whispering words of love as he showed her the depths of his heart and soul in the darkness and quiet of night. Dreamed of sharing his life with her as a man should with a woman. Of the day Botan became his wife and the family that would be theirs. But his dreams had remained just that. Visions that faded as the night was erased by the coming of the dawn. The reality of his situation crushing his hopes and his heart.

She had been untouchable.

Forbidden.

A pure soul he had no right to love.

And so he had believed for the longest time. Always close to her but never as close as he wanted to be. Living his dream only in the times when Botan had come to him for comfort and the two would fall asleep in each other's arms.

He felt bereft each time she left, his heart aching to tell her the truth that reality kept reminding him. That he was a youkai in a human body forever cursed to live a life alone. It was too foolish to hope, too dangerous to love. And so his heart remained sealed away, his mind convinced that it was best to remain friends and friends alone with the deity.

Until something happened. Something that Kurama thought he would never hear from the deity's lips. Whispers of devotion and love.

Botan loved him!

Him and no other!

Kurama could hardly believe it. His dream had destroyed the reality he had thought to exist. That he had no claim to her heart when in truth, he was the only one within it. But that joy had been short lived. For Botan would be killed if she were to remain in the human world. That she would be killed simply for loving him. Fear gripped his heart and he had pushed the deity away, unwilling to see her die, to suffer for a love that had no right to be. But fate had intervened, dealing the two lovers a surprising hand. The kitsune and the deity were bonded at the soul. Once forged, no one in any of the three realms had the power to deny or break it apart. Kurama smiled at this fact, his heart rejoicing in the truth of their love.

Botan was the light of his world. The missing part of his soul. He could no longer live without her than live without air. And, even with their safety in question, Kurama had decided to ask for her hand, wanting to prove the truth of his heart. That he wanted her not just as lover but as a life mate.

As my wife. Kurama thought with a loving smile as he reached down and gently stroked the bare hands clenched around his waist. "Botan, we're here." He whispered softly, his smile falling when the ferry girl didn't respond. "Botan?" Kurama repeated, turning his head to the side. Peering over his shoulder, the kitsune studied the top of the deity's head, his smile reappearing as his attuned hearing picked up Botan's soft but steady breathing and slowed heart beat.

Asleep already my love? Kurama thought with a smirk, his emerald orbs morphing quickly to gold as the more mischievous Youko began to take over. Well not for long. This night's just begun. The fox spirit vowed inwardly as he returned his gaze forward, gently prying the deity's hold upon his waist before lifting her slender arms upward and over his shoulders.

Botan began to stir, her eyelids fluttering open, a question forming on her lips as she spoke, "Ku ... rama .. what's going on?" She asked in a groggy voice, her eyes widening as she felt the red head slide his hands around her thighs.

"Hang on." Youko growled softly as he pressed the deity's legs tightly against his sides before leaping off the bike straight up into the air, his features twisting in amusement as he felt Botan's emotions shift.

"Kurama!" The deity cried, confusion turning quickly to panic, her arms clenching tightly around the kitsune's neck as they sailed upward. Her heart thumped maniacally against her stilled chest, her breath caught in her lungs as she buried her face into the red head's back, wondering what had possessed him to act in such an impulsive manner. Her eyelids remained tightly shut as she felt gravity take hold, pulling the pair back down, a gasp of surprise escaping her lips as the kitsune landed effortlessly, his feet hitting the asphalt silently, his body crouched low to the ground, absorbing the full force of the impact before stretching to his full height a few seconds later. Without warning he turned around and shot off towards the front of the shop, his motions beyond the site of humans as he slipped inside and up the stairs that led to his apartment.

Botan made no sound though she wanted to yell at him to stop and explain himself. Her body felt the shift in the air from the chill of late fall to the warmth of the building interior, the darkness fading, a soft light enveloping her. Light from the corridor in-between the two apartments situated above the floral shop. She knew they were heading to his home. Or should I say lair? She quipped mentally, her smirk hidden by the material of the kitsune's jacket. Part of her was curious to know just what it was he had planned. But the other, more dominant part of her heart at the moment was nervous. What the hell is going on with you Kurama? And why can't I sense anything from you? She wondered, her once closed eyes opening slowly as she felt the kitsune come to a dead stop.

Botan tilted her head away from Kurama's shoulder blade, her features twisted in confusion, her anxiety ridden orbs darting around, falling briefly upon the kitsune's apartment door on her right before settling once again on man who still held her. "What was that all about Ku ... " She started, her voice trailing off as Kurama turned his head sideways, gold meeting amethyst, the meaning within his smoldering gaze causing her face to flush and her heart to quicken. She could now sense the desire building within him, frightening yet exciting in it's intensity.

And all for her.

Only for her.

Oh dear. She thought in mild panic, unsure if she was able to go through with what his gaze and body was asking of her. She thought back to the rose room at the garden, biting her lip at the memory. She had pounced on him impulsively, the joy of his proposal overwhelming her usually shy nature. And while she had enjoyed the physical contact, she couldn't help but be nervous now at the torrent of lust and love that washed over her in heated waves, her blush deepening to a dark red as she broke eye contact, casting her gaze downward. A battle began to brew within her body and soul. One wanting, the other pensive and unsure. What do I do? She repeated over and over in her mind, so absorbed in her internal struggle she didn't notice the kitsune's mood shift.

Having sensed his mate's doubt and fear, Kurama calmed his aching body and heart, his eyes returning to their emerald hue. His handsome features softened as he released his hold slowly, allowing Botan to stand on her own two feet.

Botan brought her gaze back upright, her eyes questioning as she unwound her arms from the kitsune's neck. "Kurama?" She whispered, watching with troubled eyes as the kitsune slowly turned around.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, studying the deity with saddened eyes as he tried to explain himself. "It's just that ... " Kurama began then stopped, unable to voice the thoughts swimming within his mind.

Botan could feel the kitsune's change of emotions, the pain that emanated from his soul, tugging at her heart. "It's just what Kurama?" She asked softly, her voice encouraging as she studied his face. "What are you trying to say?"

Kurama lowered his gaze to the ground, unable to meet her eyes as reached into his right pocket and retrieved the key to his apartment. "Let's go inside first and then I'll explain." He murmured, reaching out to unlock the door. Twisting the knob, the red head pushed the door open gently, exposing the dimly lit interior of his apartment. He waited silently for Botan to go first, his gaze still downward until the deity passed him and entered the room. Kurama walked behind her, closing the door softly before removing his jacket then his shoes. He placed them in their respective spots, turning his attention briefly over to the deity who watched him with pensive eyes as he walked past her towards the lamp beside the couch, the low light instantly growing brighter as the kitsune turned the switch twice in quick succession.

"I'm sorry if I frightened you Botan," Kurama began softly, retracting his hand back to his side before turning back to face Botan who stood in the center of the living room. He noted her puzzled expression and the nervousness brimming within her heart and frowned. He had been almost as surprised as Botan when his demon half had taken control of his mind and heart, the intense longing he felt unleashed from the darker side of his nature. And this fact frustrated him. For so long he had been able to repress his feelings. To hold back the needs he had succumbed to many times as Youko. But now. Now that Botan had decided to be his, he found his control weakening.

He wanted her.

As a man would a woman.

But he also loved her and would not force any decision upon her. The thought of hurting or frightening Botan sent a jolt of pain through his heart that burned so deeply, Kurama winced at it's intensity. I must explain myself. He vowed silently as he stood still, his mind telling him to maintain his distance though his body ached to rush over and sweep Botan off her feet. To show the beautiful woman before him just how much he desired and loved her.

Stop it! You'll just frighten her more! He growled, berating himself mentally at the erotic images that flowed through his mind as he once again closed himself off from the deity. "That was not my intention," Kurama continued once more, studying the deity with gentle eyes that spoke the truth of his heart. "It's just been a while since I was ..." He paused, thinking of a word that wouldn't trouble her. "Involved with anyone and I'm afraid Youko got the better of me." He added at last, favoring her with a soft smile. "I apologize."

The deity's once questioning features twisted suddenly into a knowing look that made her cheeks flush. "Oh," She murmured, looking down at her feet as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. "So, I take it .. uh .. you haven't .. uh .. been intimate with anyone in a long time?" Botan stammered, her words slow at the beginning only to end in a rush, trying futily to hide the embarrassment she felt. God I must sound so childish to him right how. She berated herself. And yet. She added silently. And yet she couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealously at the women who had been with him. Back when he was Youko.

What must it be like? She wondered as she kept her gaze downward. To be taken by someone who could be so gentle one minute yet lethal the next? A sudden thought popped into the deity's head which caused her insecurity to heighten. Just how many women had he been with in his former life? Had he ever been in love before? Had he ever been married? The more she thought about it, the more she realized there were several things she didn't know about him. But I want to know. Her mind countered though her lips seemed unable to voice her curiosity as an awkward silence hung in the air. Her brow furrowed, troubled at the lack of emotion she felt from her beloved. The silence became so deafening Botan thought she would scream just to fill the void of nothingness that lingered between them. At last, and to the deity's great relief, Kurama spoke.

"Yes. It has been a long time," He replied softly, walking precariously towards her, as if afraid she might bolt out the door if he got too close. "And I understand if you don't want to stay tonight Botan," He continued in the same soft tone as he stopped within arms reach of the deity. "Even though I have chosen you for my life mate, I don't want to force you into anything that will make you feel uncomfortable or that you will regret later. I love you too much to do that to you." He added, his somber gaze conflicting with the tenderness of his voice.

Botan studied her mate with saddened eyes, her heart threatening to burst from the concern and love she now sensed within his own heart. She knew he had sensed her nervousness and her fear. But had he not also realized the intense longing she felt for him as well? That she too, wanted to take their relationship to the next step? To give herself to him completely? So what do I do? She wondered as she tore her gaze away from the one an only man she had ever loved, her eyes lingering on the ring wrapped around her finger. She studied the diamond reverently, a small smile flirting across her lips. The ring was more than a simple gift. It was a symbol of Kurama's devotion and commitment to her and her alone. There was nothing to fear. No reason to doubt. With this conviction, an answer began to form in her mind, growing louder with each passing second until at last she had to tell him. "I want to stay." Botan replied softly, her voice so faint Kurama had to concentrate just to pick it up.

Kurama looked at Botan in surprise. "You .. want to stay?"

Botan brought her gaze upright, her countenance full of love and devotion. "You would never hurt me Kurama. Never." She whispered tenderly as she closed the distance between them. Wrapping her slender arms around the kitsune's waist, Botan rested her head against his shoulder and sighed contentedly. "This is where I belong. Here now. With you."

Kurama swallowed the lump in his throat. She ... wants to stay? With me? His mind repeated incredulously even as his body began to react. The kitsune wrapped his arms around the deity's back, content just to hold her closely to him. This is all I need. Nothing more. He thought as he rested head against hers, drowning in the warmth that radiated from Botan's being. And so they remained as Botan spoke.

"Kurama?" She began in a murmur. "Have you ever been in love? In your former life I mean?"

A knowing look spread along the red head's face as he realized the underlying cause of the insecurity and nervousness he sensed coming from her soul. "No Botan. I've never been in love before. I didn't know what love was when I lived in Makai. The relationships I had back then were purely physical, nothing more." He answered softly. "You are the first woman to steal my heart Botan. And the first and only to touch my soul." He added in a tender voice as he lifted his head and brushed his lips upon the crown of his beloved.

Botan closed her eyes, smiling at his words, her heart lightening at the thought. I am his first true love! She sang inwardly. His first and only. "And you are my first and only love Kurama." She whispered back, certain now that this was the right time. The right time to unleash the desire that had slowly began to develop the moment she wrapped her arms around him.

Kurama's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he felt a sudden shift in the ferry girl's emotions, loosening his hold around her as Botan slowly pulled away. He watched with curious eyes as the deity reached up with her right hand and gently traced the contours of his left ear before trailing along his jaw line and down his neck.

"I love you Kurama." Botan whispered in a seductive yet loving tone that set Kurama's heart and body aflame. His eyelids grew heavy, his breath quickening even as his mind wondered why such a simple caress was affecting him so easily.

Why should you be surprised Suuichi? Youko's voice suddenly entered his consciousness, causing Kurama to frown at the intrusion. You haven't, or should I say we haven't, been with a woman in over 20 years. It figures it wouldn't take much for you to get all heated up.

Not now Youko! Kurama growled inwardly, half expecting to hear a rebuttal of some kind from his demon self only be drawn outside of his mind when his sensitive olfactory nerves picked up a change in the deity's scent.

She wanted him.

As a woman would a man.

Oh dear. Kurama thought in equal parts delight and concern. Her scent was intoxicating. A powerful drug that began to tease at his control. But as much as he desired to take her at that moment, his rational mind was still unsure she was ready for such a big change in their relationship. "Botan," The kitsune whispered in a strained voice as he reached up and gently took the deity's hand within his own, caressing the back with his thumb. "Are you sure about this?" He asked, his voice laced with an inner longing he had not expressed in his whole human existence. He opened his eyes once more to study her, his emerald pools reflecting an unsaid need. The need to give himself to her. To show her just how much she meant to him.

Botan knew what he was asking. She understood the physical aspects of a romantic relationship. At least in theory. After all, she had been alive for over 500 years. And in that time she had seen and heard just about everything one could about sex and the consequences it entailed. But the deity had never experienced it on a personal level. A small part of her was still nervous about her inexperience.

But I need this, want this. She countered inwardly as she spoke, "What does my heart tell you?" She asked as she studied his handsome face, opening her emotions completely to him so that nothing would be missed.

Kurama gazed into Botan's eyes, her amethyst orbs aflame with the same desire and affection that shone within his own emerald ones. He felt the truth of her words reach past the barrier he had erected briefly between them and was now drawn in, his heart throbbing against his chest as he released his hold upon the deity's hand. Reaching out, the kitsune gently clasped the deity's shoulders and pulled her towards him. "I love you." He whispered, his voice tightened in desire and affection as he leaned forward and kissed the deity briefly, the motion gentle and reverent before breaking off the kiss and pulling his head slightly back and away from her.

A small pout formed on the deity's lips, her beautiful features twisted in confusion but before she could voice her questions, Kurama quickly wrapped his left arm around the deity's back, leaning down slightly to wrap his right arm around her legs before sweeping her off her feet. "Kurama?" She whispered, her surprised eyes meeting his determined ones.

"Do you trust me Botan?" He asked, his eyes remaining locked with his mate's as he walked through the living room and kitchen before turning right down the hallway that led to his room.

Botan did not waver in her gaze, even as she rested her head against his shoulder. "I trust you." She whispered in a tender voice. Freeing her left arm from around the kitsune's neck, she reached up to trace a line across his jaw before gently brushing her slender fingers along his soft lips.

The kitsune kissed the tips of her fingers as he crossed the threshold to his bed. Walking around to the right side of the bed, Kurama bent down, laying the deity upon the dark blue comforter. He gently removed his hold from around the deity before slowly lowering himself above her, bracing his arms on both sides so as to not crush her with his weight.

Botan looked up into Kurama's eyes, her smile loving as she reached up with her right hand and brushed at his bangs before caressing his left cheek. "I love you." She whispered in a heart felt tone that matched the truth of her soul.

Kurama trembled at her touch. Eyes still locked with the deity's, the kitsune lowered his face, the tips of their noses touching, his features tender even as his heart threatened to leap from his chest when the deity lowered her hand to wrap her arms around his body. "And I love you. My sweet peony. My deity. My own." He whispered in devotion as he pressed his lips against hers, his kisses sweet and his hands gentle as he began to lead Botan slowly to a place where two became one and time had no meaning.

*****

Kigorei Shinato sat at the end of the large oak table situated near the kitchen of Ren's home, his vibrant blue orbs focused on a small stack of papers stacked neatly in front of him. His handsome features were so serious and determined, it looked as if he were preparing to go to war. But it was not the test papers he had brought with him to grade that were bothering him. It was Ren.

The blond had been surprised to find his leader standing in the hallway when he answered the knock on his apartment door. He had been even more surprised at the almost pained and angered look upon the dark haired man's countenance. At that moment he had looked so frail, so very human that the younger man wondered just what had happened to make someone so cold show such emotion. But when Kigorei had asked what was wrong, Ren's eyes grew steely and distant, his fists clenching at the sides in anger. Anger at being seen as weak. Ren told him to mind his own business and head to the loft and wait with the others until he could find his brother.

Kigorei's sympathy flew out the window, his blue orbs reflecting the same steely gaze that Ren shone him, giving a simple nod of understanding, watching disinterestedly as the dark haired man whirled around and disappeared. He was beginning to regret this. Beginning to regret ever accepting Ren's offer in exchange for his help. Still. The blond thought as he reached up and past the stiff white collar of his oxford shirt to clasp the metal chain around his neck. Still, if we succeed, I will have my heart's desire back. He added mentally as he shifted his hold down upon the gold band strung between the chain, his thoughts now lost upon the past and those who had been taken from him. Azami. Hiroshi. His mind whispered as he clutched the ring all the tighter and closed his suddenly tired orbs, oblivious to a pair of emerald eyes that studied him from the opposite side of the table.

Lina watched the rather peculiar behavior of her partner in mild curiosity. She had been rather unnerved the other evening when she had confronted him in the parking lot of Sarasaki High. Kigorei had always seemed to be the calm and even tempered one of the bunch, never prone to anger or provoked into arguments as the others so easily were. But ever since they had infiltrated Yusuke's school, the blond had become less and less enthusiastic about his mission and more interested in teaching. It was almost as if he actually enjoyed being around those snot nosed little brats. And it seemed he was happiest when he was around Yusuke.

At first, Lina thought it to be some sort of twisted infatuation. It was partly the reason she had sought him out to talk to him, to remind him they were at the school to conduct business. Nothing more than that. He was not to get involved in a personal way. But the venom and anger behind Kigorei's retaliatory remarks, quickly nixed that idea. If he was gay, he seemed to be the type that would admit to it openly. Knowing now that he was not, the half-demon woman wondered what else could have driven the blond to help Yusuke out.

Oh that's right. Lina thought, her features twisting in remembrance. Kigorei had mentioned something about his admiration and respect for Yusuke. But still, that didn't answer the question of why he allowed himself to defend the detective. Just what the hell are you hiding Kigorei and what does it have to do with Urameshi?

It's quite simple my dear Lina. A contemptuous feminine voice echoed within her mind, causing the brown haired woman to jump slightly from the sudden mental intrusion into her thoughts.

Whipping her head to the side, Lina's narrowed eyes met the smug ones of Ailia who stood near the window at the far corner of the room, her clothes as black as the moon less night that shone through the large rectangular panes behind her lithe frame. And that would be? Lina shot back coolly, not liking the way the taller woman had so easily infiltrated her mind.

Ailia flashed a knowing smile as she brought the flute glass in her right hand up to her lips, sipping the red contents slowly before lowering her glass again. Merely that Kigorei is motivated by his past just as we all are. She replied cryptically only to have her smile fall when Lina sent back,

And just what happened in Kigorei's past to make him want to join us?

A flash of pain fluttered across the pretty woman's face but disappeared as quickly as it had come. He lost some people close to him. She sent back softly then cut off telepathic communication with Lina, turning away to hide the sudden tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Just as I lost those most precious to me.

Lina frowned at the sudden loss of mental contact with Ailia. Oh great! She growled mentally. First Kigorei gets all reflective and emotional and now Ailia is acting all weird! It's not as if I initiated the conversation! The smaller woman crossed her arms against her chest, her dark blue dress shirt bunching up slightly from the sudden movement as she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She hated the silence that filled the room. Almost as much as the last words Ailia had sent to her.

He lost some people close to him.

Who did he lose? And why did Ailia get upset when I asked her? She wondered, her features twisting into disdain at the sudden sense of sympathy that filled her usually disinterested being. And why the hell do I care! It's not as if I lost someone close to me! She wanted to scream but kept her tongue silent. Her motivation was different, her anger not aimed at one realm in general but rather the detectives themselves. Weren't they supposed to protect the weak, to save those who could not save themselves? So where were they when she needed them. Where were they when her classmates bullied her day in and day out. Lina still remembered the words they spat. The cruel things they did to her. The bruises. The broken bones. All the while laughing and taunting her. What had she done to deserve such treatment. She had only wanted to belong. Only wanted to be human, but the people around her had sensed she was not completely normal and so they picked and picked at her like vultures until one day she finally snapped, her demon side surfacing and exploding in a white hot rage that left the entire area bathed in the stench of blood and death.

They deserved to die! They deserved it! She snarled mentally, her body shaking as she tried to regain control of her emotions. But deep down, in that small place where her human heart still beat, she knew it had not been her intention to kill her tormentors. She had just wanted to be left alone. That's all. Was it really so bad to want to be free from all the hate that bombarded her day in and day out? Such thoughts bothered her. More than she wanted to admit. But the self righteous rage that fed her soul and corrupted her mind quickly overcame her guilt and she savagely pushed her human emotions aside, becoming her demon self once more. They did deserve to die. She repeated inside her head. And the detectives deserve it too. For all their failures. Lina's cause was just, her reasoning sound. We will not fail. She added with a confident smile as she opened her eyes once more. I just hope Ren shows up with Tahomen soon, I hate being here any longer than I have to.

******

Darkness claimed the land of Makai, the starlit sky announcing the coming of evening, bringing with it the peaceful night winds that flowed through Mukuro's compound. Most of the men had settled in for the evening, falling under the spell of a dream filled sleep. Yet one man remained awake, his mind lost in a sea of uncertainty. Uncertainty in the future.

Hiei lay still upon his back near the peak of Mukuro's main house. Hands behind his head, the fire demon's red orbs peered straight up into the night sky, marveling in the splendor of heaven's own light show. Despite the usual gruff attitude and behavior he exhibited, the dark haired man rather enjoyed stargazing. It brought a calm to his normally turbulent soul. Not that he'd ever admit to it. He had a reputation to keep after all.

But even the stars tonight could do little to placate the troubling thoughts within the fire apparition's mind. Just who in the hell where they dealing with? How strong were they? What kind of powers did they possess. Hiei knew there were at least two of them. A telepath and a shinobi, both very strong and formidable. Yet neither of them seemed to fit the mold of a leader. More like powerful minions to an even stronger menace. This thought made Hiei's fighting spirit flare. Someone even stronger than the one who had attacked his mate a few nights ago.

Memories of that night were burned within his mind, bringing both a flash of rage coupled with a slight blush. The night Mukuro became my mate. He thought with a small smile only to have it fall as his mind repeated the truth that had been plaguing him ever since. That she had been hurt and he hadn't been there to protect her.

His handsome features quickly morphed, becoming hard and unyielding.

I wasn't there to help her.

The more rational part of his mind understood Mukuro was strong. Stronger than him. She could handle herself just fine. And yet it was his more protective nature that constantly berated him for his lax in watching over her. It was his responsibility as her mate to look after her and yet he had failed. Failed that day.

What if it happens again? What if I can't protect her? What ..

A soft noise and familar chi entered his senses. The fire Koorime's features relaxed, becoming neutral, free of the anger that still had it's claws wrapped around his heart. "What are you doing out here?" He asked in a gruff tone, his gaze still heavenward even as his hearing followed the movements of his mate Mukuro who sat down to his left.

"I could ask you the same question." The female demon retorted in her usual calm tone of voice as she turned to gaze down at him. "Are you not tired?"

Hiei took a few seconds before replying. "I needed a little quiet time to think."

"And you couldn't do that in a warm bed?"

Hiei smiled knowingly. "I'm afraid that when I lay down beside you, thinking is the last thing on my mind."

Mukuro gave a small laugh before cuddling up beside him. "Me too." She whispered as she laid her head upon his left shoulder.

"Hn." Hiei sounded, a blush creeping along his face at the sudden contact between them. he lay still for a few seconds, trying to calm the erratic beat of his heart as Mukuro lay her left arm across his chest and held him closely, the motion comforting and surprisingly gentle. The fire demon's features and body relaxed as he slowly withdrew his left hand out from under his head and wrapped his arm around Mukuro's back.

They lay quietly for a few seconds more, enjoying the closeness of their bodies before Mukuro broke the silence.

"So what did you come up here to think about?" She asked in a curious tone, closing her eye as she listened to the steady breathing of her lover. Frowning when she received no response, Mukuro opened her eye and lifted her head to gaze at the fire apparition's face. Her frown deepened at the somber, troubled look reflected in his eyes and within his features. "Hiei?"

The dark haired man let out a sigh. He didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to bother her with his problems. But if I don't tell her, she'll be angry with me. "I'm worried about our opponents Mukuro," He began softly after a few seconds of heavy silence. "I'm worried that my training won't be enough. I ... " Hiei's voice trailed off, his gaze turning upon his mate as the female demon rested her left index finger upon his lips.

"There is nothing to fear Hiei," Mukuro whispered as she slowly pulled her finger away. "You are very strong as are your friends. You will not fail." She added, rising up slightly to kiss the fire demon gently on the lips.

Hiei's eyes widened slightly at first then closed as he reciprocated the attention, the worry and stress rapidly fleeing his mind as he wrapped his arms around Mukuro and deepened the kiss before rising to his feet, dragging his mate up with him, the two instantly disappearing from the sight of a pair of dark eyes that had been watching the compound for most of the evening.

So you little bastard, the woman is your mate? Tahomen thought in disdain as he straightened his long legs, wincing slightly at the numbness in his limbs. He had been crouched now for several hours, his eyes never leaving the sanctity of the compound, his mind formulating plans and strategies to overcome any threat the fire demon offered. So far he had been less than impressed. Hiei had been away more often than not, training with his friends in Ningenkai in the foolish hope they could withstand the darkness hovering about them. But if my brother and I do not master the final technique soon, they very will could defeat us. Tahomen retorted mentally. They needed to test the techniques learned someplace beyond the sight of Reikai. Someplace like here. The large man thought, his shinobi mask hiding the evil smile forming on his lips. In Makai, there were those with A+ powers and even a few beyond the three territory demons with the rare S class power. If we can surpass them, we should be able ...

"Why are you still in Makai brother?" Ren's deceptively calm voice spoke from behind him causing the larger man to whirl around in surprise. "Did I not give you specific instructions to return by 10:00?"

Tahomen eyed his brother incredulously. Never before had Ren bothered to enter the realm of Makai, preferring the relative comfort of the human world to the cold and unpredictable life in the demon realm. Surveillance in the demon world was always regulated to the shinobi since he was the only one of the five to have spent any time within Makai's vast borders. Why would he come all this way now? Tahomen wondered only to have his features harden and his pulse quicken at a rather disturbing thought. Did the detectives find out the truth about us?! His mind cried. "Brother, tell me what's ... "

The gray eyed man waved Tahomen silent, his features darkening as he spoke in a hushed voice. "We need to leave here at once. There are some new developments I want to share with the others." He answered coldly, turning his attention back towards the ground below the large conifer tree they stood upon.

But Tahomen was not satisfied with his brother's answer. He wanted to know. And he wanted to know now. "Just what is it you need to discuss Ren?"

Ren kept his focus on the ground as he addressed him. "There's been a change of plans and I need your help to do it." He replied before disappearing instantly from the shinobi's view.

Tahomen frowned but followed, a sudden gust of wind dancing through the massive boughs of the tree, signaling the departure of the two men.

Sometime later, the two brothers returned to the loft. Riding silently on the crate elevator, their eyes remained focused but while Tahomen's features remained stoic, Ren's were twisted in aggravation. And so they remained even as the elevator came to a stop and the two exited, Ren in the lead as he slung off his black designer trench coat and threw it roughly to the side, the article of clothing flying through the air only to land in a heap upon the cushion of a small black chair tucked along the side wall near the kitchen. His gaze remained fixed not upon the silent faces of his followers as he passed by them but rather the refrigerator door which he ripped open and pulled out a bottle of Zinfandel.

No one made a sound as they watched their leader unscrew the cap and take a big swig straight from the bottle.

Ah, much better. Ren thought with a smile as he lowered the bottle slowly from his lips, closing his eyes as he relished in the slight burning sensation that spread down his throat and into his stomach. He had been craving alcohol ever since he had witnessed the marriage proposal in the gardens. His brow furrowed at the strange emotion that began to fester inside his usually cold heart. True he was furious at the idea that such a relationship between a Reigen and a Youkai existing when even his own grandfather had been denied such happiness. The injustice of it burned like hot steel, forging a loathing hatred for Kurama. But Ren was also growing rather fond of the blue haired deity, much to his disdain and dismay.

He had wanted so desperately to kill the kitsune at that moment, it was all he could do to walk away.

And walk he did.

Everywhere he could. As fast as he could go. Hoping to stem the lust for revenge that was building within him. He could feel the beast screaming for release from his dark soul. And it was only his more rational mind that saved him from making a fatal mistake. They still weren't ready yet.

Ailia watched the facial expressions of her leader and frowned. She tried to read his mind, wondering why Ren was acting so strangely but the dark haired man had erected so many defensive walls, she couldn't get through. Just what the hell is wrong with you Ren? She thought, her frown deepening as her leader began to speak.

"Do you want to know where I was earlier today?" Ren said in a rather shaky voice that belied his darkened features as he brought the bottle up to his lips and drank some more wine as he began to pace across the linoleum floor.

Ailia eyed the others in curiosity, noting the fearful thoughts that swirled within each of them. So they sense it too. She thought, turning her gaze back upon Ren. He's losing his composure. And that makes him dangerous. She added mentally but gave no answer to the dark haired man's question, waiting patiently for him to continue.

"I followed Kurama and his precious Botan downtown today." He continued, lowering then hugging the bottle against his chest as he looked off into the distance.

Ailia glared at Ren, her mind and soul burning at the thought of the kitsune and the deity together. And he's been watching them all day! After telling me to maintain my distance! She snarled inwardly. "And just why in the hell did you do that Ren?" Ailia asked in a low tone, expecting some analytical reply.

But the reply didn't come. Instead, Ren just lowered his head and stared at the bottle in his hands.

"Ren?" Tahomen said softly, his voice troubled as he eyed his sibling in confusion. "What's wrong? Did Kurama or Botan see you?"

"Yes." The dark haired man replied, his features tightening as he thought back to that moment. That moment when Botan had exited the room. It was the first time Ren had been able to see her up close and despite the coldness of his heart, he found it beating faster with each step she made.

She was beautiful.

And he wanted her. Not only to spite Kurama but because he began to feel something had hadn't felt since he was a child long ago. Love. He was in love with her.

Ailia's eyes widened as she caught a glimpse inside her leader's mind. Oh my God! She thought in disbelief and anger. He actually has feelings for that blue haired bitch! "You're in love with the ferry girl!" She snapped, drawing Ren's intention immediately on her.

The gray eyed man's gaze was full of malice, his voice warning as he replied. "That is not your concern Ailia."

"So this is the big news you each paid a personal visit to us for?!" Ailia shot back, her anger rising at the thought she would not be allowed to kill the deity when the time came to strike. "To tell us you've become infatuated with Botan!"

"No," Ren said in a low tone, his features darkening at the spite within Ailia's voice when she mentioned the deity's name. " I visited each of you to work off the rage after seeing them in the botanical gardens," He said distantly before his voice rose to a malicious octave, memories of what he saw burning hatefully within his mind. "Did you know Ailia that your precious Kurama proposed marriage to Botan and that she accepted! Accepted!" He growled ferociously, clutching the bottle tighter against him as his previous thoughts and feelings returned with a vengeance. God how he wanted to kill the Youkai. How dare Kurama have what Ren's family could not. How dare they even think they could live happily together. He would not stand for it! Filled with rage, the dark haired man slammed the bottle onto the counter with such force it shattered, the light pink fluid splattering all across marbled surface and on Ren who let out a sigh of disgust as he flung the remaining bits of the bottle neck onto the counter, the large fragments mingling with the other bits of green glass scattered about.

Tahomen, Kigorei, Lina looked at each other in confusion. Just what the hell is going on here? All three of them wondered as they returned their attention the verbal sparring match between Ren and Ailia.

Ailia let out a barking laugh, no longer intimidated by his posturing. He's acting just like a spoiled child that's been told no! She thought in disdain. "And what are you upset for Ren? Didn't you say yourself that you wanted the detective and his ferry girl dead? I hardly think they'll live long enough to get married don't you?"

Ren smirked, the rage suddenly leaving him, the shattering of the bottle a liquid catalyst for his reverting back to his old self. Straightening the tailored black blazer wrapped around his shoulders, Ren wiped off the drops of wine from the liquid resistant material before running his hands through his hair. "I never said I would kill the ferry girl, Ailia. Just Kurama," He replied, dropping his arms to the side. But before Ailia could protest, Ren added, "But that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun with him before I do kill him."

Ailia narrowed her eyes. "I'm listening." She replied coolly.

"Not now Ailia." He said curtly. He would show her exactly what he had in mind later. "Right now we have more important business to attend to."

"Such as?" The dark haired woman asked, her features twisted in irritation as she studied him. Dammit I want to know what you're up to Ren! She cried impatiently with the borders of her mind but kept herself in check. Now that Ren was back in control of his emotions, she didn't really feel up to arguing with him again.

Ren looked up to study the group. He said nothing for a few seconds before raising his right arm and opening his palm.

The others jumped back, startled. They eyed him warily, as if expecting a ball of energy to come rocketing out of the palm of his hand to annihilate them.

Ren let out a disappointed sigh. "Five days you idiots." He growled, eyeing them in disdain as he lowered his hand.

Everyone frowned.

"Five days?" Lina murmured. "Five days to what?"

Ren looked at her in exasperation only to move his attention to the slender woman's left where Kigorei stood.

"It means we have five days left to prepare," The blond said softly, his blue eyes meeting the gray ones of his leader. "Five days before we take out the spirit detectives."

Ren nodded, giving Kigorei an approving smile. "Very good Kigorei. You always were the smartest of the bunch. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go change." He said before walking past them towards his bedroom only to stop halfway. "And I suggest you get some rest. You're all going to need it for tomorrow." He said over his shoulder.

"And what about tomorrow?" Ailia called out, frustrated at her inability to read his mind once again.

Ren turned around to face them. "Tomorrow we travel to Makai." He answered before pivoting back towards the open door of his bedroom. He wanted to test their skills along with his own. The dark haired man smiled as he thought of what would happen in five days, his heart beating soundly against his chest at the idea of what would soon be his. The sooner the detectives are dead, the sooner Reikai and Botan will be mine. He added mentally before marching across the floor and into his room for a fresh set of clothes.

****

Still was the atmosphere within Suuichi Minamino's apartment, the only sound the soft breathing of both the kitsune and the deity who lay partially under the blue comforter, fast asleep. Botan was snuggled sideways up against the toned body of Kurama, her head nestled against his neck and bare shoulder, her right arm draped around his midsection, a look of contentment on her angelic features.

Kurama held Botan close to him, his right arm wrapped around the deity's bare back. His head was turned slightly to the right, resting against the blue silken crown of his beloved, a look of peace upon his ethereal face. A smile began to form upon Kurama's lips as he held the deity. His eyes began to move underneath his closed lids, signaling the start of REM sleep. The kitsune was dreaming. And what a dream it was.

The red head found himself standing atop a rather familar flight of stairs, his emerald eyes curious as he gazed around. The area around him seemed to glow with a soft white light that soothed his weary soul. The atmosphere was comforting, even loving. So different from the nightmares he had been suffering from for weeks now. A flash of movement caught the kitsune's attention, causing him to returning his focus back towards the stairs, his features brightening as he gazed upon the image of Botan walking slowly up the steps towards him, a small grocery bag tucked within her right arm and against the yellow sun dress that hung about her lithe frame. He smiled at her, thrilled to see her and happy at the thought of holding her again. Reaching outward, Kurama held his arms wide open, ready to embrace Botan only to gasp in surprise as the deity walked right through him. Turning around he watched in stunned silence as Botan continued down the corridor that led to his apartment.

Kurama shook his head, confused at his lack of involvement in his own dream. It felt strange to be merely an observer but the kitsune quickly recovered, following then stopping beside the deity as she reached out with her free hand and twisted the knob, pushing the door open slowly and entering inside. She reached back and gently closed the door but not before Kurama slipped inside, his eyes sweeping across the room. His apartment was relatively the same but the scent of Botan was everywhere. A beaming smile graced the kitsune's lips as he came to the sudden realization that Botan lived with him.

Kurama brought his attention back on the deity, his curious eyes watching as she sat the grocery bag on the island in the kitchen then disappeared around the corner down the hallway that led to his bedroom. Without pause, the kitsune chased after her, rounding the corner and down the hallway only to stop at the closed door in front of him. He did nothing for several seconds, debating whether or not to go inside. What if she's getting undressed and I walk in. What if we're ... His thoughts trailed off, a slight blush forming at the images that sprang within his mind. Frowning at his suddenly adolescent thoughts, he shook off the images and reached out to grasp the knob, turning it slowly before pushing the door open.

A white light flooded his vision, the images changing as the air shifted around him. New scents invaded his senses even as his eyes adjusted to the fading light. The smell of water and fresh greenery infiltrated his nostrils while a cacophony of sounds greeted his ears. The light gone, Kurama's vision returned to him and he looked around slowly and methodically as his confused emerald eyes studied the vast landscape of plants, bushes and trees sprawled within it's confines. He tried to remember if he had been here before but his mind was drawing a blank. Where am I? He wondered, casting his gaze downward at the wide but shallow creek that split the ground between him and where all the noise was emanating from, his eyes followed the trail of crystal clear water that bubbled and flowed over and around the rock littered creek bed until he gazed upon a large Japanese style wooden bridge that connected the flatter side he stood upon with the hillier terrain to his left.

Without hesitation, Kurama strode over the bridge only to stop when his eyes caught sight of a small but vocal group of people seated within row upon row of white cushioned chairs. The men were dressed in suits while the women wore pastel dresses and matching shoes. He crept cautiously forward, his ears picking up the sounds of his mother talking in happy tones with his stepfather, who nodded his head in reply. Kurama smiled at the image, his heart overjoyed at his mother's continued happiness with her husband. The kitsune's gaze shifted to the front of the rows, a smirk forming upon his face when he saw who stood near the makeshift alter. There he was, standing patiently, his lean frame donned in a black tux, his fiery red hair resting against his shoulders as he turned to speak with Hiei who fidgeted endlessly with the bow tie wrapped around the collar of his tuxedo shirt. Yusuke and Kuwabara stood beside the fire demon, dressed in similar attire. Their eyes were focused across the other side where Keiko and Yukina stood in matching pale pink strapless bridesmaid gowns, loving smiles upon their faces as the lovers continued to regard each other.

Kurama noticed Genkai seated beside his younger stepbrother, Suichi, talking in soft tones with the brown haired boy who smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

Kurama began to make his way towards them only stop when the sound of violins met his ears. Turning his head to the side he spotted a small quintet of musicians dressed in tuxes, the song they played masterfully upon their strings unmistakable. The kitsune brought himself completely around, his breath catching in his throat. Botan? He thought lovingly, his emerald orbs widening in amazement.

There was his beloved, walking slowly down the aisle towards him, a strapless white wedding gown wrapped delicately around her, complimenting her slender frame. Thick strands of blue silk hung in cascading waves around her bare shoulders.

And Botan's face.

Her beautiful face shone with such radiance and joy, Kurama's heart threatened to burst. My beautiful deity, how I love you so. He thought, swallowing the lump in his throat as he fought the urge to reach out and sweep Botan off her feet, whisking her somewhere far away from the prying eyes of his friends and family so he could lavish her with kisses of love and desire. Botan walked past him and up to the alter, releasing her hand from Koenma who had escorted her before taking his place to her right beside Ayame.

A priest appeared before them, his hair as soft and white as the robes adorning his tall, lean frame. He began to speak in an even but happy tone about commitment and responsibility before delving into the roles of husbands and wives and the devotion and faith one must have to maintain a loving and meaningful relationship.

Kurama smiled as he heard Botan and him exchange vows and rings, the crowd cheering as the kitsune leaned forward and pressed his lips to the deity's, sealing their vows with a chaste kiss. A sudden explosion assaulted the red head's senses, causing him to whirl around. He instantly took a defensive stance, ready to tackle whatever was intent on disrupting the ceremony only to gaze around in confusion as day became night, the setting changing to a crowded lake view. Light erupted from the heavens, illuminating the darkened sky in a dazzling array of green, red and yellow streaks and blooms.

Is this a festival? Kurama wondered, watching the fireworks for several seconds before lowering his gaze when the familar scent of his beloved grew stronger. Turning his head to the side, his emerald orbs took in the sight of Botan wrapped within the safe hold of her husband. Arms linked around the deity's waist, Kurama's older self rested his head to the left of the deity's, whispering words of love that made the present Kurama blush and his lips twist into a smile as the deity reached up with her left hand and caressed her lover's face, the wedding band upon her ring finger shimmering in the darkness that surrounded them.

Another thunderous boom exploded high above drawing Kurama briefly back to the sky, the firework display so blinding in it's intensity that the kitsune clinched his eyes shut. The noise of the crowd and the fireworks faded, becoming the sounds of soft giggling. Surprised by the unexpected noise, Kurama's eyelids bolted open, his features a mixture of puzzlement and awe. There, in between a sprawling estate of greenery, bushes and trees stood a rather large and impressive two story house, the roofed wrap around porch painted in the same soft white hues as the wooden railing perimeter. Kurama walked slowly along the stone pathway that cut through the manicured lush green lawn and up the wooden steps that led to the large wooden front door as white as the rest of the house. With slight hesitation, Kurama reached out and clasped the handle, squeezing the latch above it before pushing it slowly open. He entered cautiously, his feet standing upon the wooden floor as his eyes swept around the foyer, taking note of the polished wooden stairs and open room to either side. A burst of giggling reached Kurama's ears, drawing his attention to his left towards the living room, his breath catching in his throat at what he saw. Could it be? Did we really ....? His mind reeled in disbelief and joy as he walked into the room and across the plush white carpeting for a closer view.

There, upon a large yellow comforter, were two infants no more than three months old. And before them sat Kurama and Botan each making cooing noises to the babies as they gently tickled their chins and rubbed their bellies. The kitsune knelt down to the side, his eyes inspecting the infants with a fatherly pride he did not know he possessed. The one closest to him had dark blue hair and bright emerald eyes and was dressed in a blue outfit while the one closer to Botan was dressed in a bright pink outfit that nearly matched the infant's hair. Twinkling amethyst orbs gazed upon the deity, totally riveted by her mother's cooing sounds and the index finger now clasped in her tiny right hand.

A son. And a daughter. Kurama thought with a joyful smile as he looked up from the infants over to his future wife. A family. He added, his heart soaring to the heavens even as the vision faded and all became darkness once more.

Kurama's eyelids fluttered open, disappointment washing through him as he returned to the present. To the real world. His gaze shifted over to his right where Botan lay nestled against him, her breathing slow and comforting, signaling she was still asleep. The kitsune studied the deity in adoration, reaching up with his left hand to brush away a few strands of hair that lay across her pretty face.

Beautiful. He sighed inwardly, leaning forward slightly to press his lips upon Botan's forehead before lowering his hand back to his side. He knew it was just a dream. A wonderful dream of what could be. And in his heart he wished that dream to become reality. But can it? He wondered, a look of concern flashing across his once content features. Can we truly live a peaceful life together? Doubt began to form within the kitsune's once certain heart. He knew it was foolish, unrealistic even, to believe their relationship would be free of the problems that loomed over head. Not only was there the matter of the unwritten law in Reikai that forbid the red head and the deity's union but also there was an unknown threat that hovered in the shadows. A threat from somewhere in Ningenkai itself. Kurama's thoughts darkened as he realized who might be behind the threat.

Ren.

It had something to do with Ren Kurayami.

Ever since the kitsune and the dark haired man had met, the two seemed to constantly bump heads. Neither caring anything at all for the other. And after the way he had talked about and looked at Botan, Kurama was certain Ren had become fixated upon her. Why else would he have followed them into Tokyo?

The fox spirit's emerald eyes narrowed as he looked up to the ceiling, more thoughts entering his consciousness. Things he did not like one bit. The amount of spiritual energy Ren possessed was strange. Even though it was human, Kurama felt something darker lingering behind it. An evil presence waiting to be released from whatever prison the dark haired man had erected to keep it at bay. Was it possible Ren had something to do with the attacks upon him and the others in Makai? Was it possible he was the ring leader of whatever group it was plotting to kill them?

I need to find out. Kurama reasoned at last, an idea formulating in his mind as to how to go about collecting intelligence. He would need the others help in pursuing this new line of inquiry. But not before some planning. Since their attackers were able to mask their power from detection, the detectives would need to be able to do the same thing. But how? He wondered, a small smile gracing his face as he realized the answer was lying right beside him. Bringing his gaze back downward, Kurama studied the peaceful features of Botan, his smile becoming one of pride as he tightened his hold of the deity. And you're just the person to ask. He thought, closing his eyes, even though his mind was still mulling over the dangers surrounding them. Even if Ren was involved, the issue of Kurama and Botan's relationship was still unsettled in Reikai. I can only hope Koenma will find an answer to the situation soon. He added before sleep called to him once again and the kitsune returned to the path of dreams where Botan waited with open arms.

******

Koenma stood out upon the balcony of his room, the warm rays of the newly risen Reikai sun washing over his adult form in waves. Usually the Reikai lord relished the peace and quiet of the coming of dawn, having greeted it's arrival faithfully for most of his existence. But today brought no joy or happiness to Koenma's heart. Indeed the opposite could be said.

He dreaded it.

Already his mind was abuzz with conflicting thoughts and ideas. His handsome countenance reflected the troubled burden he had placed upon his heart. On the one hand he knew Botan and Kurama shared a soul bond and that had to be respected. But on the other hand, if Torandai were to find out what Koenma truly intended to do, he very well could be the one that ended up killing them all.

I know what I must do. He thought as he closed his eyes against the light of the sun and hung his head downward. It's just that I'm afraid to do it.

"Lord Koenma, sir?"

A soft smile formed on the spirit lord's lips at the gentle sound of Ayame's voice. His features smoothed out, free of the worry that had plagued him earlier now that she was there by his side. "Good morning Ayame," Koenma began, opening his eyes as he turned around slowly to face the dark haired ferry girl. "I trust you are ready to go?"

Ayame nodded, favoring him with a tender smile as she spoke. "Ready when you are my lord." She replied, holding out her right hand to summon her oar which appeared instantly.

Koenma drew in a breath then let it out slowly, his features twisting into determination as he walked up beside Ayame, waiting for her to mount her oar before sliding on behind her.

"Hang on to me Koenma, sir." Ayame said softly, a look of surprise gracing her countenance as the spirit lord wrapped his arms lightly around her slim waist before tightening once they lifted off into the air. Despite the close bond the two had developed the past few days, Ayame couldn't help but wonder why he was being so hesitant to show his emotions to her. It was almost as if he was afraid to touch her. At least until today. Well this is different. The dark haired ferry girl thought as she leveled out her oar. But I can't say I don't like it. She added, a slight blush erupting along her pale cheeks as she tilted the oar at a slight angle and veered slowly left until she was due north. Without warning she shot forward at blinding speed, much to Koenma's dismay.

"Say Ayame could you slow it down a little!" He shouted above the roar of the wind, his eyes clenched shut as he rested his head against the ferry girl's back, his face in the long black ponytail before him. He picked up the faint scent of papaya within the silken strands and couldn't help but sniff again, just to make sure he truly wasn't losing his mind.

Ayame gasped, tightening her grip on the oar as she felt her boss nestle into her back. What is he doing? Her mind cried, only to have her cheeks turn a dark shade of red when she heard him draw in a breath through his nose. Is he .. sniffing my hair? "Lord Koenma, sir?"

"Hmm... " The Reikai lord sounded. His eyelids were half closed, intoxicated by the wonderful smell only to have his eyes bolt open when the oar came to a dead stop. "Oomph." He murmured as his body slammed into the back of Ayame's. He recovered quickly, snapping his head back as he barked, "What the hell is wrong with you!"

Ayame turned her head sideways, tossing him an agitated look over her shoulder as she retorted. "I could ask you the same question!"

Koenma lowered his gaze, a blush spreading along his cheeks as he realized he had been caught. "I'm sorry Ayame, it's just that you smell ... well nice and I overreacted. I apologize."

Ayame's features softened. "You .. think I smell nice?"

Koenma whipped his gaze upright, his features comical as he opened and closed his mouth. "I ... uh .. that is .. uh .. yes." He stammered.

Ayame gave him a smile. "Thank you." She whispered, her eyes twinkling at the adorable features of her boss as he returned her smile.

"You're welcome." He replied.

Ayame turned her head slowly forward once again, about ready to continue when Koenma spoke,

"Uh .. Ayame .."

"Yes?" Ayame replied in a whisper, wondering if he were going to confess something to her. Maybe he's ready to tell me he loves me. She thought, her heart thumping against her chest in anticipation.

A few seconds passed between them before Koenma spoke again. "Could you not go so fast? I don't want to end up throwing up all over you before we arrive at Torandai."

Ayame about fell off her oar in disbelief. Well, that's not quite what I had hoped to hear. She thought in disappointment. "Um... Of course Koenma, sir." She said softly before zooming off at a normal speed towards the capital city of Reikai and the home of the elders, Torandai.

Four hours and several small breaks later, Ayame touched down outside the Elder Palace of Torandai, allowing Koenma to hop off first before following him and dematerializing her oar.

"Are you sure about this Ayame?" Koenma asked in a muted tone, his serious brown orbs studying the massive gate doors in front of them.

"You read the file yourself my lord," Ayame began, her blue eyes focused on the gate as it began to open. "The book is tucked away somewhere within the palace library. We just have to keep Torandai himself occupied long enough to find it."

"Easy for you to say," Koenma grumbled. "You're not the one that has to do the talking."

Ayame smiled, turning to him as she rested her hand upon his shoulder.

Koenma looked from the gate to the dark haired ferry girl's hand, his features relaxed, taking comfort in the gesture.

"You will do fine my lord. I have complete faith in your abilities." She said in a tender tone that made Koenma's heart skip a beat.

"You do?" He asked incredulously, looking up from the hand into the supportive gaze of his research assistant.

Ayame nodded, releasing her hold as she sensed someone approach.

Koenma frowned, disappointed at the loss of her touch as he too turned his focus to the front, noting in surprise just who had come out to greet them. "Elder Torandai?"

The large man gave them a friendly smile, his silver pony tail swaying behind him as a sudden breeze blue by only to rest upon the back of his blue uniform jacket as the wind died down. Intelligent emerald eyes studied the pair before him without fear or malice.

Ayame noted his rather handsome features. Not bad for someone over 16,000 years old. She thought, though her features remained neutral as the elder began to speak.

"Welcome Lord Koenma," Torandai began with a slight nod of his head before turning to face Ayame. "And welcome Miss Ayame." He added with the same nod.

Ayame looked at the elder in surprise. He knows who I am? She wondered, her eyes riveted on the Torandai who gave a small chuckle.

"It is no mystery my dear," He said with a smile. "Unlike most of my colleagues, I like to keep tabs as to what's happening at the junction of spirit world. I know almost every employee under Koenma's command, so naturally I know you as well." He answered before returning his attention on Koenma. "I see you've kicked the pacifier. It's about time." He said good naturedly, drawing a giggle from Ayame and a slight look of annoyance from Koenma.

"Yes, well," The spirit lord began, his tone brisk and business like as he continued. "Be that as it may, I've come to discuss some things with you elder and hopefully you will not turn me away."

Torandai appeared hurt, his features taking on a pensive look as he spoke. "I would never turn you away Koenma. I understand the stress of your job and will of course listen to whatever it is you wish to discuss with me." He said sincerely before turning around. "Come inside and we'll talk." He tossed over his shoulder as he started forward along the stone pathway that led to the palace entrance.

Koenma and Ayame tossed each other a look before following the elder inside, the gate closing with a clang behind them. Ayame jumped slightly only to settle down when Koenma reached out and clasped her hand in his.

"Don't be afraid Ayame," He whispered. "I won't let any harm befall you."

Ayame blushed, but didn't take her hand away as Koenma walked beside her, the two disappearing inside the massive multilevel palace with the head elder.

Once inside, the ferry girl marveled at the marble flooring and the huge, vibrant tapestries that lined both sides of the main corridor. They passed a corkscrew staircase that led up and up and up, the railings exquisite in design. Her wondrous eyes took in every little detail, marveling at the extravagant yet masculine feel of the place. This truly was a man's home.

Torandai led them right and down another corridor that ended at twin oak doors. Once there, the elder reached out and pushed open the doors, revealing the massive palace library.

Ayame took one look and about fainted. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She thought in dismay as she eyed the mountainous volumes of books. There were too many for her to look over in the short amount of time they had. But the thought of Botan being killed drove away her doubt and with renewed determination she willed herself calm. I will not fail my friends. She vowed silently, stepping inside, noting with slight disappointment that Koenma had removed his hand from hers.

Torandai noticed the look of determination within her countenance and smiled. The elder was fully aware of the reason for their visit. They've come for the Common Laws book. He reasoned and although slightly disappointed at Koenma's attempt at sneakiness, he applauded him for the effort. Koenma must also know of the spirit bond. He added. "You're more than welcome to look around Miss Ayame if you so wish." He said softly, his features revealing nothing of the truth he knew about them as he waved Koenma over to the two red chairs in front of the closer fireplace.

Koenma nodded and followed silently, preparing his thoughts as he sat down opposite the head elder.

Ayame meanwhile, took up Torandai's offer and began scouring the shelves closest to her, stopping at every blue bound book she could find, pulling it out and inspecting the binding before sliding it back again in disappointment. She paid little attention to the conversation going on between the two men. Although her ears did pick up when Koenma asked about Torandai's son.

"So how is your son doing?" Koenma asked, keeping his gaze focused on the elder while mentally keeping tabs on Ayame's progress. The dejected posture of the ferry girl confirmed his fears. So far, no luck. Dammit! Why can't we catch a break! His mind snarled though his features remained interested as the elder replied,

"Yoh has been rather ... withdrawn lately." Torandai spoke, his heart troubled at the lack of communication he had had with his adopted son. It's been four days and he still hasn't returned. He thought in dismay. Perhaps I shouldn't have given that book to him. Perhaps it was better for him not to know the truth.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Koenma replied, risking a small glance Ayame's way, noting that she still hadn't made much progress along the far wall. Come on Ayame, you can do it! He encouraged her mentally as he returned his gaze to the elder.

Torandai gave him a smile. "It is understandable given the circumstances."

Koenma frowned. "What circumstances?"

The elder sighed. "There is a .. friend of his that is in a rather dangerous spot and Yoh is uncertain how to help him."

"Really?" Koenma replied, wondering just who Yoh's friend could be. "Do I know this person?"

Torandai's lips twitched but his features remained even as he addressed not Koenma but rather Ayame. "I believe the book you're looking for is on the seventh shelf along the back wall Miss Ayame."

Koenma and Ayame both stared at Torandai in shock.

The elder stifled a laugh at the frightened look upon the toddler lord's face. "Come now Koenma, don't be so surprised. I'm not the head elder of Reikai for nothing."

"But .. Elder .. I .. That is ..." Koenma fumbled, sweat pouring down his face as he tried to explain himself. Oh my God! We're all going to die! His mind screamed but held it's place though his body wanted to flee at that very instant.

Torandai held up his hand in a gesture of silence. "There is no need to be alarmed Koenma, I know all about Kurama and Botan's spirit bond and I have no intention of breaking it apart."

Koenma fell out of his chair, landing with a thud onto the oriental rug below only to jump back up again. "Elder Torandai, believe me when I tell you that I tried. I really tried to keep the two apart but fate has decreed them to be soul mates and as you know a bond like that cannot be broken," He began in a flurry of words, straightening his uniform as he continued. "And even though I know it means their deaths I stand by them and will accept whatever punishment you deem fit."

Ayame watched the display in awe, her heart swelling with pride at the brave front her boss was putting on. It made her love him all the more. Oh lord Koenma. She thought with a tender smile.

Torandai studied the spirit lord's determined features and nodded. "You will accept the punishment then?" He began as he rose slowly to his full height, nearly towering over the leaner man who did not back away.

"I will." He replied with a nod, determination and defiance brimming in his brown orbs only to have them widen in surprise as Torandai smiled down at him, his features full of mirth.

"Well then young lord, I suggest you take that book and tell the red haired spirit detective and your ferry girl they have nothing to fear from me."

"Wha ... What ... ?" Koenma stammered, hardly believing what he was hearing. Was Torandai actually going to let Kurama and Botan be together, even with all the rules set against it?

Torandai noticed the look of confusion upon Koenma's face. "I'm fully aware of the rules that call for their death Koenma," He began, drawing in a breath before letting it out slowly. "But the soul bond principle cannot be undone. I cannot interfere."

Koenma studied the elder with puzzled eyes, his mind scrambling to understand just why Torandai decided to help. There's something more than he's letting on. "So then, we can take the book and go, with your blessing?"

Torandai nodded. "Of course. That is what you came here for is it not? To help Kurama and Botan?"

"But why do you want to help elder?" Koenma asked suddenly, frowning at the words he had meant to keep inside.

A pained look crossed the tall man's handsome features as he cast his gaze to the right, his voice distant as he spoke. "I'm just righting a wrong, Koenma."

Koenma's eyes widened, his mind comprehending all to well just exactly what Torandai was talking about. Of course. He thought, his features taking on a haunted look as he thought back to that dreadful day 3,000 years ago. The day the conflict with Makai began. And all over a relationship between someone close to the Reikai lord and a royal member from Makai. The pain of that truth had remained buried within his heart for so long. In a place he never wanted to look upon again. The lives, the blood shed over something so seemingly inconsequential had frightened Koenma into never allowing anyone under his employ to become involved with those of Ningenkai or Makai. And it was that fear that drove him to interfere with the kitsune and the deity's developing relationship. But the bond they had overrode any and all rules. So even Torandai realizes this. Koenma thought, his brow furrowing at his own irrational fear. If the head elder said it was okay, than everything should be fine right? "And what about Kagone?" He asked, bringing his gaze back upon the silver haired man who gave an enigmatic smile.

"He will have no choice but to abide to my decision. So long as the deity remains in Ningenkai, so will her life be safe as well." He answered, his smile falling when Ayame's soft voice spoke from some distance behind them.

"It's not here."

Torandai whirled around, his handsome features twisted in puzzlement. "What?" He murmured, walking around the red chair towards the lithe frame Ayame who pointed upward, Koenma close behind.

The elder tilted his head back slightly, his eyes narrowing upon the now vacant spot where the common law book had once been. He had seen it there not more than a day ago, undisturbed and now it was missing. Who took it? Torandai wondered. Up until Koenma's visit, the tall man thought he alone knew of the existence of the last remaining intact common law book. He was supposed to have destroyed it along with all the others and yet he hadn't. Despite what had happened, the elder had wanted to keep a record of their laws. Laws that could go into effect if such a match were to occur again and thwart any attempt at the taking of life. So who took the book?

"Elder Torandai? Are you all right?"

Torandai looked over to Ayame and gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm all right child, just a little puzzled at why the book is missing." He answered before turning to Koenma. "I'm sorry the book is not here right now Koenma, but rest assured I will inform you once it has been found." He added in a distant tone that caused the brown haired man to frown in disappointment and slight apprehension.

"Of course elder." Koenma began, making a motion with his head for Ayame to follow him out of the library.

Torandai watched them go, his features darkening at the thoughts within his troubled mind. Not only was his son not communicating with him but now it seemed someone within the palace itself had decided to pilfer books that did not belong to them. Torandai could only guess as to the purpose. And it didn't bode well for Koenma's people. I can only hope to find it before something dreadful happens. He thought with sigh as he walked towards the doors and exited the room.

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"I have the files you requested Elder Kagone." A tall, wiry man with slicked back brown hair and gray eyes said, holding up a manilla folder chock full of paper as he lowered himself to a kneeling bow.

Kagone looked down at the file with malicious triumph gleaming in his blue orbs. "You've done well, Naoko." The large man complimented his head of surveillance. "Ever since I sent you to Ningenkai, you've managed to gather quite a bit of information on that half breed spirit detective and his traitorous wench. You've done a great service to our realm and our people." He added, reaching out to take the folder.

Naoko beamed like a child as he rose to his feet, straightening out his blue uniform. "I live to serve you lord. You are the true leader of Reikai and the only one fitting of the title head elder." He sang, an almost fanatical look upon his plain countenance. "So elder, what are you planning to do to them?" He asked, his heart beating excitedly at the malicious thoughts brimming within his mind. "Slaughter them as you did in Jaisetsu?"

Kagone kept his gaze down upon the folder that he had opened, studying the pictures of the kitsune and the deity with darkened orbs. "Not just yet Naoko." He answered in a low tone. "I have plans for them. But not until I can nail Torandai to the wall. Once I make my move I must be able to defend my actions when Torandai comes to Koenma's defense. Trust me, by the time I'm done, Torandai himself will be executed and a new leader will reign supreme over Reikai."

"And how do you plan on doing that my lord?" Naoko asked, studying his leader with puzzled eyes.

"Let's just say, the law isn't always what it seems." He replied cryptically, turning to walk over to his desk, plopping the folder down beside a plain faced blue book, the words Common Laws of Reikai etched in gold along the binding.

Okay, this was a long freaking chapter but thank God it's done! I got a headache just proofreading this. Since I don't have a beta reader, I've got to edit my own work and sometimes I get lazy so if you find errors, I apologize. Anyway, I may be taking a break from this seeing as my muse is near death and I don't feel too motivated to work on this story. My self confidence is at a all time low so some words of support my lift my spirits. So review if you feel like it. Tell me what you thought of this rather scatterbrained chapter. I want to know what you'd like to see happen.