Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ After the Fall ❯ Fateful Meeting ( Chapter 32 )

A/N: This is another very long chapter that could have been split up into two sections but I decided to keep it at one installment. At last the truth of Konrei will be revealed as well as what Ren has done to Botan. If you find this boring, I apologize in advance but it needed to be done. And if there are spelling errors I'm sorry. I'm a lazy editor, aren't I? And for those of you looking for Kuwabara and Yukina's date to show up like I said in the preview, I'm sorry to admit I had to bump that up to the next chapter. Sorry, if this bums people out. Sessha's sorry.

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Chapter 32--Fateful Meeting

Bursts of lightning flashed within the hovering clouds that blanketed the sky above Sakaoshimi, the rumble of thunder traveling upon the chilled night air, the wind a messenger for nature's fury that suddenly unleashed itself, sending all who dared venture out scattering off in search of drier confines and away from the relentless barrage of cold liquid that assaulted the paved streets and walkways. The rain landed in hard pellets, exploding like liquid bombs upon whatever it touched. Nothing was given quarter, no mercy shown as the storm laid siege to the city.

Or so it seemed.

Within one of the darkened alleyways of Sakaoshimi, an unconscious Yoh began to stir, drawn out of the blackness of exhaustion by the constant pinging of rain and the rumble of thunder that surrounded his senses. Memories returned slowly, flashes of what had happened to him calling him to awaken. He had been running after someone. Someone who had kidnapped Botan. Yoh had tried to save her. Tried to fulfill the oath he had gave his father. To watch and protect both Kurama and the deity. But the cold harshness of his condition gave testimony to his failure. He had been taken down by some unknown assailant, left to bleed to death upon the cold ground in a darkened alleyway. His ears registered the sounds of a storm but his body felt neither the cold nor the rain that surely surrounded him. What is going on? He wondered just as a burst of lightning erupted, lifting at last the final veil of darkness that had consumed his mind, propelling him forward into the realm of consciousness.

Yoh's eyelids fluttered open, disorientated eyes gazing heavenward, a frown of confusion marring his features as his vision began to clear. Rain rocketed towards him, the boy could see that much, but it never reached him. Merely bounced away as if a barrier had been put in place. And the air was so warm, free of the cold and dampness that his rational mind understood existed beyond the barrier. But how did this barrier come to be? Why? Yoh was puzzled. Was it possible he enacted an energy field before blacking out? No. He countered, his features darkening as he remembered the last seconds before consciousness left him. I couldn't of. Not without being aware of it.

"About time you woke up." A masculine voice murmured gruffly from somewhere to his left.

Yoh turned his head slowly, wincing at the sudden, intense, stabbing pain that radiated upon the right side of his face. Absently, the Reigen reached up, his finger tips brushing against the raw, open wound that marked his once flawless skin. Memory flashed, the pain reminding him of the shuriken that had sliced his cheek open. But all thought of his recent battle was forgotten as his gaze fell upon the still form of Hiei, blue eyes widening in surprise as the young man took in the appearance of Kurama's best friend.

The fire apparition sat Indian style a few feet away, his arms crossed and his eyes closed, though the green glow behind his white headband signaled he was very in tune with his surroundings. "Hi .. ei?" The blond murmured as he struggled to rise only to fall back down when his strength failed him. What is he doing here? He wondered, his startled eyes never leaving the impassive features of the fire demon.

Hiei gave no indication of surprise at Yoh's address, his Jagan already illuminating the extent of the young man's knowledge of the spirit detectives and their friends. Still, inwardly, Hiei was troubled. Upon gazing at the boy's memories, he learned of some rather unsettling truths relating directly to Koenma and the spirit realm. Secrets long buried and forgotten. The true cause for the great war some 3,000 years ago. I should of realized this sooner. Hiei chided himself. After all, if what the fire demon saw in Yoh's mind was accurate, it would explain Koenma's reluctance to answer their questions. Opening his eyes, Hiei turned his head, red orbs staring impassively into the questioning blue orbs of Yoh. "You're wondering how I got here aren't you?"

Surprise flashed then faded upon Yoh's face as Hiei repeated the question running in his mind. Of course. He thought with an inward smile as he remembered the fire demon's abilities. He's telepathic. Hope sprang suddenly in his heart. If Hiei was here than that could only mean ... "Where's Kurama?" He asked in an excited tone, his adrenaline giving him the strength to sit upright. "I have to tell him what happened! Someone's kidnapped Botan and he has to find her before it's too late!"

I'm afraid it may already be too late. Hiei commented silently, contemplating whether or not to tell Yoh. As a rule the fire demon distrusted those who inhabited spirit world, especially when those same beings thought themselves better than everyone else. But Hiei had seen into Yoh's mind enough to know the boy truly cared about Kurama and Botan. And I can't leave his question unanswered. Not if I'm going to get him to help me confront Koenma. The fire demon thought as he opened his mouth to speak. "Kurama knew Botan was in trouble before we entered Ningenkai," He began softly, moving his gaze beyond the anxious features of the blond Reigen. His red orbs settled to the left, a flash of lightning illuminating the end of the darkened alley way, casting a series of eerie shadows along the walls that lined the narrow street. "He sensed Botan's distress in Makai and returned here as quickly as he could manage. We followed the trail to you and Kurama used his healing power to make sure you didn't bleed to death before taking off after the shinobi that kidnapped his mate."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Yoh registered the truth of Hiei's words, the pain that had once been unbearable now all but disappeared, the more pressing need to know about Botan's situation overrode any questions he might of had as to why Kurama had taken the time to heal him when his mate was in trouble. "And has Kurama found Botan yet?" He asked, eyeing Hiei questioningly, the anxiety evident in his tone of voice.

Hiei gave no reply, his focus remaining on the end of the alleyway where Kurama had disappeared some thirty minutes ago. He had remained true to his word, watching over Yoh while waiting for Kurama to return. But the kitsune had not come back. Why haven't you contacted me, Kurama? Hiei wondered. Physically, Kurama was fine. Hiei knew that much. After all, the kitsune's energy level was still as powerful as it was when they entered Ningenkai. But what about his state of mind?

Hiei had refrained from bothering Kurama, allowing him the necessary concentration needed to search for the ferry girl and the one who had taken her. If Kurama were to lose the trail somehow, if Botan were to be lost to him, how would he react?

A frown made it's way across the fire demon's face. Hiei already knew the answer to that question and he didn't like it one bit. "I'm not sure," He answered finally, "But I'm about to find out." He added, a look of intense concentration replacing the frown as the fire demon closed his eyes, sending out his question as quickly as he could, hoping like hell the kitsune was well enough to answer him. Kurama? Kurama can you hear me?

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Darkness.

That was all he had left.

All that filled him now that she was gone.

He could sense nothing of his mate. When he tried to reach out for her with his mind and heart, he found only an empty space without light, hope or love. Only the cold, lifeless caress of the dark.

His head bowed, Kurama remained kneeling upon the rocky ledge where he had lost the scent of Botan and the man who had taken her. He was too numb to move, too consumed in his own grief to think. All the rationale, all the clever tactics and moves he had used through out his lifetime as Youko, failed him. And in doing so he had failed her.

Images flashed before the kitsune's mind. The first time he saw her. What a vision she was. An angel of mercy and of light. A being who brought a small amount of true happiness to his life. Her smile, her laugh, her touch. How he loved Botan. How he wanted to cherish her like the goddess she was. To marry and care for her until their dying day. Such thoughts should have brought comfort to his troubled heart.

But Kurama didn't want to be comforted.

He wanted to suffer.

Suffer just as his mate was undoubtedly suffering because he had failed her. What was Ren doing to her now? Was he holding her like the kitsune did? Was he caressing her face, whispering words into her ear while he touched her skin? Was he holding her down? Ravaging her as she cried out desperately for him to save her. But how could he save her when he couldn't trace her scent or sense their bond?

The fox spirit clinched his eyes tightly shut, his features dark with pain as his mind conjured up the dreadful scenarios of Botan alone at the mercy of a man that lusted after her. Wicked images now ruled his mind. Images that made Kurama want to cry out in anger and fear. These thoughts were relentless, waging war with his now fragile heart. Over and over, the mantra of his failure swirled inside his head. It was his fault that he would never see her again. His fault she had been taken.

I'm sorry, Botan. I'm so sorry. These words were all that would come to him. All that he could speak.

Stupid boy! Stop reveling in your guilt and rise to your feet like a man!

Kurama gasped, a startled look crossing his features as he heard the voice of his demon self berating him. Youko?

Who else would it be?! Youko roared, causing Kurama to cringe in response. What the hell do you think you're doing, simpering on your knees like some baby! Your behavior is a disgrace to all demons!

I'm also human! Kurama retorted heatedly, his depression giving way to anger. And I don't care if you find it disgraceful! Botan is lost to us! At the mercy of a spineless coward that lusts after her! How am I supposed to feel about it! I can't be as cold as you Youko. I just can't!

And you think I don't care about our mate being taken?! Youko shot back. I'm just as angry as you are! I want to tear Ren from limb to limb but we can't go looking for Botan without using our reasoning. So stop moping and try to think where he would have taken her!

Kurama willed himself calm, trying hard to focus beyond the emotional and spiritual loss of Botan's connection to him. With supreme effort, the kitsune began to ponder the possibilities. He went over the earlier conversation the gang had had in the restaurant. What was it Hiei had told him after reading the Kendo students minds? Something about Ren mentioning going to Tokyo on family business.

Tokyo.

Of course. Kurama thought, a dangerous smile playing across his lips as he allowed his more darker self to emerge. That's where Botan is. Somewhere in Tokyo. A surge of determination swelled within the fox spirit's mind. I will find you Botan. No matter how long it takes or what I have to do to get you back, I will find you.

Just then another voice entered Kurama's consciousness, different from his human and demon side, the owner all too familar to him.

Kurama? Kurama can you hear me?

The kitsune debated whether or not to respond. He didn't really want to linger any longer. He had things to do and not much time to prepare.

The delay in Kurama's response brought out the ire of Hiei who sent out in his strongest telepathic voice, DAMMIT KURAMA! STOP IGNORING ME AND ANSWER!

What is it, Hiei?! Kurama growled mentally, the anger swirling within his mind evident in his tone.

There was a half second pause before Hiei continued. Have you found the ferry girl yet?

A pained look caressed the fox spirit's face. No. He answered in a distressed voice.

Hn. Hiei replied shortly thereafter. What happened?

I lost the trail. Kurama answered distantly. They disappeared into thin air.

Then you should head back here so we can plan our next move. Hiei stated in a matter of fact voice. And there are things I need to tell you about, Kurama. Things that I learned from your friend, Yoh. Things about Koenma that I ...

I won't be coming back. Kurama interjected, cutting Hiei off.

What do you mean?

Kurama allowed himself a small smile. He could tell by his best friend's tone that he was concerned. As you should be. The fox spirit thought. For I'm not really in my right mind now.

Kurama?

The red head sighed, his head bowed as he gathered his strength and rose to his feet. You've been a good friend to me, Hiei. Kurama began, the pain he felt emitting within the words of their telepathic conversation And you know me better than anyone. That's why I'm counting on you to watch over the others in my absence.

What! You can't be serious! You can't find Ren on your own, Kurama! You need our help!

The disbelief and even fear within the fire demon's voice was not lost on Kurama, but did not sway his decision. Where I am going, the others cannot follow. Not even you, Hiei. He stated with regret. And I can't allow anything else to happen to those I care about. This is the way of things now, Hiei.

Kurama, wait ...

Before Hiei could finish his sentence, Kurama cut off their telepathic link while completely masking his chi so that the fire demon could not follow him. Sorry, old friend. Kurama thought sadly. But this is the way it must be. Sadness gave way to determination as the fox spirit focused his attention on the task at hand. He needed supplies, a change of clothes and a place to rest.

But the red head couldn't go back to his apartment. Not with so many memories waiting to haunt and taunt him.

No.

He needed a different place. Somewhere safe and familar. Of course. Kurama thought as an answer came to him. And afterwards he would begin to search the city, hunt for any clue that might lead the kitsune to his mate and the ones who had taken her.

I will find you, Botan. Kurama vowed as he lifted his head, eyelids snapping open to reveal emerald orbs quickly merging with the gold flecks that burst within.

Indeed we will. Youko voiced back as Kurama tore off through woods at a speed beyond human sight, heading for the bustling metropolis of Tokyo.

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"Dammit, kitsune!" Hiei hissed under his breath when he felt the connection between Kurama's mind and his own abruptly cut off. I just knew this would happen. He thought, his normally impassive features twisted into a rather dark look of frustration. In a way, Hiei understood his friend's reluctance to have anyone else involved. But the fire demon was certain that if Kurama did find Botan, he wouldn't survive it. There were at least three members in Ren's gang, including Ren himself, all with great levels of power. And they worked as a team. It was the only way to explain how Jin and Touya had been taken out with relative ease.

Hiei's features darkened even more as he thought of the methods used against the two shinobi. Mind control and telekinesis. He knew that the woman who took over Touya was the same one who had attacked Kurama in the park. And he knew she was the same woman who hung around Ren at the kitsune's college. The one the Kendo students called Ailia.

So that's your name is it, witch? Hiei thought. He had a score to settle with her. Along with the shinobi who had kidnapped Botan. The fire demon was certain the Youkai ninja was the one behind the attack on his mate, Mukuro. By rights, that man was Hiei's to deal with. Still, even the fire apparition knew better than to take them on alone. They needed a plan. A plan to take Ren's group out as a team. But we can't do that without Kurama.

"Mr. Hiei is something wrong?" Yoh's voice called out in concern, drawing the fire demon's attention back in front of him. "Is Kurama all right? Did he find, Botan?"

Hiei studied the blond man for a few seconds, his features growing impassive as he spoke. "First off. I don't like titles," He began in a cool tone to hide the growing concern he felt towards Kurama's decision. "being called Mr. doesn't appeal to me so drop the formality."

Yoh met Hiei's gaze. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." He replied, an apologetic look upon his countenance as he waited for the fire demon to continue.

"Secondly, Kurama is anything but all right," Hiei continued, non plussed by the look of extreme concern that now twisted Yoh's features. "He's allowing his emotions to take over his usually rational mind. And Kurama isn't the best at dealing with intense negative emotions."

"But, he's always been the calm one," Yoh interrupted, his concern overriding any fear of gaining the fire apparition's ire. "the one who's always three steps ahead of everyone else and keeps a level head."

"Usually, yes." Hiei replied. "But I've seen Kurama enraged on at least three occasions. And each time the anger became harder to contain. Also, his mate has been taken from him. Right from under his nose. The guilt and anguish he most certainly suffers now could only come about by the loss of the ferry girl. And these feelings are forcing him into a corner. A corner he feels he might no be able to get out of."

A look of understanding crossed Yoh's face. "He didn't find Botan did he?"

Hiei shook his head slowly. "And he won't be coming back any time soon."

"Should we go find him? He can't face Ren alone. He'll need help. Maybe if we get Yusuke and Kuwabara we could find him quickly."

Hiei sighed heavily. "He doesn't want to be found," The short Youkai responded, growing tired of their conversation. He hated long discussions in which he was involved. Especially when he preferred action over words. "And to look for him now would be pointless. I can neither see him with my Jagan nor sense his energy anywhere."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Yoh asked, unable to hide the concern he shared with Hiei.

The dark haired demon uncrossed his arms and rose swiftly to his feet. "Can you stand?" He asked.

Yoh met the fire demon's gaze, noting the nearly dangerous glint within the red orbs that studied him. If I said no, he'd probably tell me too bad and drag me to my feet. The Reigen thought in slight trepidation. "I think so." He answered, turning his gaze back in front of him. Resting his palms against the pavement, Yoh brought his knees up, his shoes making scuffing sounds as he pulled his calves towards his chest. Bracing himself, the young man pushed off his feet then his hands, rising to his full height a few seconds later.

Hiei watched impatiently as the Reigen regained his footing, dusting off his palms before turning to face him.

"So if we're not going to look for Kurama, where are we going then?"

The fire demon turned away from him, tilting his head back to gaze into the storm filled sky. A flash of lightning erupted from above, illuminating the now stony expression that claimed his features as he disengaged the barrier, allowing the rain to fall down upon them. "To Koenma's."

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Kurama stood shivering in the pouring rain that fell down from the thunderous sky above, his lean frame resting against a tree in the back yard of his mother's house. Tired emerald orbs fixed themselves upon the large branch closest to his old bedroom window, ignoring the sting of water that assaulted his vision and his body. The kitsune had made his way into Tokyo as fast as his legs could carry him, heading directly to the place that had served as his home for close to twenty years. It was one of his few comfort zones. One of the few places he could rest and forget his troubles.

And he needed to rest.

The energy he had used to heal the shinobi and the travels to and from Makai, coupled with his frantic search for Botan in the human world had all but drained him. As it was, he barely had the power to summon his rose whip to life.

Kurama withdrew a seed, feeding it with his energy until he produced a twenty foot lash. Cocking his right arm back, the kitsune whipped the organic rope forward, wrapping it expertly around the thick branch closest to his window. With a small leap, Kurama's shoes hit the rough bark of the tree trunk, seeking purchase before pushing off and rising up and onto the branch. Carefully, he walked forward, crouching down upon the precarious edge before reaching out to grasp the window. He slid it to the side, thankful that it was unlocked. With a strong leap, Kurama vaulted inside, landing on the palms of his hands before flipping onto his feet silently.

The fox spirit pivoted around, marching over to slide the window closed. A weary sigh escaped his lips. Today had been exhausting. So many things had happened to him. To all of them. And I couldn't do anything about it. Nothing. Kurama thought, his guilt rising to the surface again. He had managed to keep the emotions at bay, focused solely on reaching Tokyo and Shiori's house. To his mother's house.

Mother. Kurama thought sadly. He wanted so badly to call out to her. To tell her all that had happened. But I cannot. I will not endanger her as well. Ren had already taken his soul mate out of spite and because he lusted after her. What else would he do? What other things did the dark haired man have planned to make him suffer?

Kurama was convinced that had been Ren's plan all along. To make him suffer. But why? What had he done to make Ren hate him so?

A frown made it's way across the fox spirit's face. It doesn't matter. He thought as his anger began to rise again. Nothing matters now except finding Botan and killing Ren. That's all I need to worry about. His body began to shake, the exposure and the harsh treatment inflicted upon his human form becoming harder to ignore. Looking down, he studied his drenched and ruined clothing. I have to get out of these clothes.

Kurama reached up, unzipping then tearing off his jacket, dropping it absently to the ground before ripping off his ruined black shirt. He paused briefly, staring down at the clumped up shirt in his hands, the memory of Botan coming to mind once more. Kurama closed his eyes in pain, cradling the shirt against his now bare chest for a few seconds before dropping it gently on top of the jacket. He kicked off his boots, leaving them as they lay as he unzipped his water logged jeans. He grasped the waist band tightly, peeling them downward, revealing a pair of black knit boxers. He stopped near his lower calves, balancing effortlessly on his right foot as he began to pull his left leg out. With some effort he freed his leg from the damp, clingy material, repeating the process with his other leg. Now down to his skivvies, Kurama gathered up his clothes and headed to the hamper in his bathroom, dropping them inside before marching back over to his shoes. Bending down, he straightened them beside his bed then headed over to his closet where some spare clothing remained. He quickly scanned the items, picking out a pair of black sweats. He reached in, grabbing them roughly before sliding them on and heading over to his bed.

Up until now, Kurama's motions had been fairly business like, as if he were on auto pilot, but as his gaze fell upon the bed, images of Botan flashed unbidden in his mind. So many memories lingered within his old bedroom. So many memories of Botan and the times they had shared not so long ago.

How many times had he held her when she came to him for help. How many times had he listened to her heart beat as she rested beside him. Falling asleep with her in his arms, wishing it were permanent. Wishing she was ...

Kurama's features grew wounded. Botan wasn't with him anymore. She was lost to him now. The kitsune closed his eyes, a small cry of grief escaping his lips as turned, sinking down onto the edge of the bed. He leaned forward, elbows upon his upper thighs as he covered his face with his hands, the pain of Botan's loss pressing down upon his wearied body and mind, the intensity of her absence clasping around his grief stricken heart. This time Youko did not give voice to his human side's show of emotion, allowing the sorrow to flow, an emotional catharsis that needed to be addressed before moving on. For in truth, Kurama was both Suuichi and Youko, grieving for the only woman that had ever accepted him for what he was. A human with a Youkai soul. Left with nothing but the uncertainty of Botan's treatment by Ren, Kurama continued to swim in a sea of desolation until, exhausted by sorrow and lack of energy, the darkness of sleep finally laid claim to him and he grieved no more.

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Ren stood silently inside the darkness of his room, his placid gray eyes focused beyond the pane of glass before him. Rain streamed down the window, forming wide rivulets of water that traveled down towards the paved ground dozens of feet below. Lightning erupted within the massive clouds that hovered above Tokyo, filling the air with brilliant flashes of color. Thunder rumbled instantly, slamming into the window with enough force to rattle it's very foundation.

Ren smiled. He had always loved storms. Mother nature's awesome display of power an outward representation of what was going on inside the dark haired man's mind and heart. It was becoming harder to contain the beast within him. For this beast had waited a long time to be unleashed. Long hidden in the recesses of his consciousness but always pushing him forward, giving him purpose. A goal to strive for.

Revenge.

A motive as old as time and the true nature of the beast within.

And what better way to achieve that than to conquer and subjugate the very people who had condemned his family.

Still there were a few things left to do.

The most important of which included getting rid of the detectives.

One by one.

Ren had laid the plan out earlier to his team, going over strategies and times for attack. There would be two groups. Tahomen, also possessing the ability to perform the ultimate technique listed in the ancient scroll, and Lina would be responsible for dealing with Hiei and Kuwabara. While Ren, Ailia and Kigorei would take out Yusuke and Kurama. If his plan worked, and Ren knew it would work, none would be left to defend Reikai. And after Botan becomes mine, I'll have complete access to spirit world.

Ren smiled at the thought.

Another burst of lightning erupted, the flash blinding as it flooded the room with light, illuminating the bed where Botan lay along with the still form of Ailia a short distance beyond.

Ailia sat within the black chair beside Ren's bed, head bowed slightly, arms resting along the sides of the chair. Eyes closed, her pretty features were twisted in a look of intense concentration. A look that didn't waver even as she heard Ren's voice call out to her.

"Is it done then?" The gray eyed man asked, turning around slowly to face her.

"Al ... most ... " She answered, her voice distant as if she were far, far away from her leader. And in a way she was. For Ailia was deep inside the recesses of Botan's mind, her telepathic abilities amplified by the techniques learned via the scroll, studying her memories, learning of the ferry girl's life then altering them to Ren's benefit. But the process was slow and took a great deal of spiritual energy. And the images she had seen between Botan and Kurama made her heart and body envious. So the kitsune is as good in bed as I thought he would be. She thought, part of her eager at the prospect of getting her hands upon Kurama. What fun she would have once he was within her grasp but first she would have to mold Botan's memories to Ren's specifications.

"How much longer will it take you?" Ren asked, interrupting her day dream of the fox spirit.

Ailia's brow furrowed, her ears picking up the note of impatience within her leader's voice. "Not much .... longer ... " She replied. Her brow furrowed deeper when she touched upon an old memory hidden within the back of Botan's mind. A memory of her childhood. Something seemed familar about it, as if the memory were calling out to her. Reaching farther in, Ailia focused her concentration entirely on that single memory, projecting herself into the image, allowing it to play out only to gasp at what she saw.

"What is it? What do you see?" Ren asked as he marched over to her, abandoning his post near the window. He stared down at the telepath questioningly, wanting to know exactly what was going on in both the deity's and Ailia's mind.

Ailia didn't answer right away, her voice lost in the images she was witnessing. So she is a survivor too. She thought before finally answering. "It seems the ferry girl and I share something in common after all."

Ren's gaze shifted from Ailia over to Botan then back to Ailia again. "Then she wasn't always a ferry girl?" He asked, his mind trying to comprehend what she meant.

"No." Ailia whispered. "But she was raised by Koenma so naturally she became one of his servants." She added, venom laced in her voice upon spitting out the name of the Reikai lord.

"Well no longer. " Ren said softly, his gray eyes focused now solely upon Botan. Now she will belong to me. And nothing Koenma says or does will change the outcome. He added silently as he turned and began to walk away back towards the window. Allowing Ailia to continue with her work to make the deity his.

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Koenma sat upright upon the king size bed situated along the side wall within the massive confines of his master quarters. Propped against the long goose down pillow that spread along the entirety of the oak hued head board behind it, a pristine white comforter wrapped around the lower half of his adult form, the Reikai lord's attention was focused intently on the voluminous book spread open before him. He read slowly, trying to gain some sense of the contents within the light blue tinted cover. The nap from earlier had refreshed him enough to continue in his search for some information on the elusive law that would absolve both his head ferry girl and one of his most brilliant detectives.

A sudden series of knocks, loud and insistent, broke through his wall of concentration.

Koenma kept his eyes focused downward, believing the intrusion into his time to be the work of George, his lead oni assistant. Probably still miffed at my treatment of him earlier in my office. He thought in irritation as the pounding stopped. Well, too bad for him. "Go away ogre!" He yelled in an authoritative tone, reaching down towards the page in front of him and flipping it over with an angry swipe of his index finger. "I don't care if your feelings were hurt! I'm still not going to say sorry!"

Koenma smiled satisfactorily at the silence that met his ears. I still got it! He thought smugly, impressed at his ability to show the blue oni who was in charge only to scowl in annoyance as another series of knocks echoed within his chamber. Dammit! He roared inwardly, agitated beyond measure at the unwanted intrusion into his private time. Reaching down, the brown haired man seized the corners of his feather down comforter, ripping it out from under his legs, whipping it violently to the side before hopping out of his bed. Gritting his teeth, Koenma slammed his feet onto the floor, marching diagonally across the lush, beige hued carpet towards the massive oak door. His slender fingers wrapped tightly around the brass door knob, a dark mask upon his face as he wretched the door open, about ready to rip into George only to gasp in shock as he felt the cold, deadly tip of a katana blade pressed rather painfully just below his Adam's apple.

Anger quickly fled the Reikai lord's mind, his features tightening in apprehension, the color draining his face as his confused brown orbs traveled downward, coming to rest upon the rather pissed off red ones of Hiei. "Hiei?" He murmured in surprise, only to shift his eyes upward as he spied movement beyond the fire demon. His gaze now rested upon a tall man with dark blond hair and vibrant blue eyes. Recognition instantly flashed across Koenma's features, the shock of Hiei's unexpected arrival now growing into mass confusion. "Yoh?" He managed to slip past his suddenly dry throat. What in the world was the head elder's adopted son doing here? And why in the hell is he with Hiei?

Yoh gave Koenma a small bow, an apologetic smile upon his lips. "Lord Koenma." He greeted in return.

"What are you two ... " Koenma began to ask, trying to regain control of the situation, his gaze returning upon Hiei's features, his voice falling silent as he felt the short Youkai increase the pressure on the blade, the tip almost imbedded into the soft flesh of the Reikai lord's neck.

The fire demon was in no mood for pleasantries. His best friend had become a slave to his emotions, the ferry girl had been kidnapped and the man behind it all was still roaming free within the human world. And Koenma's kept information from us for far too long. Hiei reminded himself, his gaze never wavering from the larger man's as he spoke. "I didn't come all the way up here to chat, Koenma," He growled, holding back a smile as he watched the taller man squirm under his hardened gaze. "I came here to hear the complete truth."

Koenma frowned. What is he talking about? He wondered, fighting back the urge to swallow the dry lump in his throat, the blade tip too close for comfort. "What do you ... "

"The truth," Hiei repeated, his patience wearing thin at the Lord of Reikai's feigned stupidity. "The truth about Konrei. I want to know it all."

Koenma flinched, his face glazed in shock. Oh my God. How in the hell does he know about Konrei?

"Simple." Hiei answered, knowing exactly what Koenma was thinking, even without using his telepathic ability. "I got the information from your friend, Yoh."

Koenma reeled in astonishment, his brown orbs focusing once again upon the blond Reigen who met the shocked Reikai lord's gaze with a questioning one. As if asking why the others didn't know of Konrei's history before. Because I didn't think they needed to know. He gave in silent answer but said nothing. Instead his eyes darted about, studying both sides of the hall before speaking at last. "Very well, Hiei," He replied in a begrudging tone, his voice becoming calm if a little cold as he added. "Remove your katana from my neck and come inside. I'll tell you what you want to know."

Hiei seemed to ponder whether or not to consent to his request, a small part of him rather enjoying the Reikai lord's current predicament. But curiosity won out and the fire demon slowly retracted his sword, sheathing his katana, allowing Koenma to opportunity to relax and breathe normally once more.

The brown haired Reigen let out a sigh of relief, reaching up to rub the sore spot upon his neck. "Thank you," He murmured before backing into his room. "Come on in." He offered turning sideways to allow the two men entrance.

Hiei gave a nod and entered, allowing Koenma to have a full view of Yoh.

What the hell?! Koenma shouted inwardly, his eyes widening in alarm at the blonde's state of dress. Although most of the blood had washed away in the rain while traveling up to Reikai, large splotches of crimson still clung to the material of his jeans, the holes made by the shuriken revealing small scars caused by the lethal metal teeth. Yoh's jacket was torn in several places and a red line was still visible upon the right side of the young man's face. "What happened to you Yoh? Who did this to you?"

Yoh was about to reply when Hiei interrupted.

"What happened to Yoh will be explained after you tell us the truth, Koenma."

Yoh gave Koenma a saddened look before entering into the room.

Koenma frowned. What was that all about? He wondered, watching the young man stop to the left of Hiei who stared at the toddler lord expectantly. Sighing, he moved beyond the door, closing it gently behind him before walking up to them.

"Talk." Hiei demanded as he crossed his arms, his features a mask of impatience as he glared up at the taller man.

Koenma drew in a breath and let it out slowly, steadying himself for what was about to come. "Let me begin by saying I never expected any of you to find out about Konrei or why I didn't reveal the true cause for the great war 3,000 years ago," He started only to stop as the cold steel of Hiei's katana pressed against his throat once again.

"I didn't ask for excuses, Koenma." Hiei growled menacingly. "Now, talk." He demanded in a low, forceful tone.

"Okay, okay!" Koenma shouted hastily, beads of perspiration forming upon his forehead as he eyed Hiei nervously.

Hiei retracted then re sheathed the blade, oblivious to the astonished look Yoh was giving him.

The young man knew the fire demon was fearless, even harsh, at times. The initial confrontation in the hallway indicative of his personality. But to do so twice really brought home to Yoh that Hiei was also very concerned about what was going on, wanting to make matters right. Quite a contradiction. But not a bad way to be. The blond thought before shifting his gaze back to Koenma.

Koenma sighed heavily as he rubbed his neck once again. "Anybody ever tell you, you need to work on your people skills, Hiei?" He asked in annoyance.

"I don't give a damn what people think about me, Koenma," Hiei replied in equal annoyance. "Right now all I care about it hearing the truth from you. So spit it out. I don't want to be at this all night."

Koenma frowned, his features dark at Hiei's continued demands but kept his thoughts to himself as he continued. "Very well," He grumbled. "Take a seat over there," He paused, pointing to a small, circular wooden table as dark in color as the book cases that lined the wall before it. "This may take a while."

Hiei and Yoh walked over to the table, taking their seats upon the cushioned chairs, their expectant eyes watching as Koenma walked past his bed, coming to a stop before a dark brown leather recliner directly across from them. The Reikai lord lowered himself down, crossing his legs as he rested his arms upon the side of the chair.

No one said anything at first. Not even Koenma who once again braced himself for what would surely cast him and his father in an unsavory light. But I can't lie anymore. He countered. No matter what the others think, I must reveal the truth behind what happened so long ago. "A little over 3,000 years ago, a great lord of Reikai took a demon lover as his wife, claiming the right of choice and consent within the book of common laws. The woman he chose was the only child of Matasuri, a great Makai king." He began, his voice slow, methodical as he began to explain. "At this time, there were several rulers that controlled the vast land of demon world unlike the three territory rulers and the temporary over lord today. These kingdoms were in constant strife. Without one binding ruler they continued to wage war against each other until Matasuri stepped in and brought a peaceful stability that hasn't been seen in close to 3,000 years."

"And how did he manage that?" Hiei asked.

Koenma smiled. "Matasuri possessed a quality rarely seen today in Makai," He answered. "The ability to negotiate and relate to anyone in any given situation. Even humans and Reigens. And Matasuri was not an evil man. His heart was giving, gentle even. He did not like war. Did not like the taking of humans for food or mindless slaughter though he understood the necessity of war when all else failed." The Reikai lord paused, catching his breath before continuing once again. "It was his skill as a negotiator that brought him to the attention of the my father who, after having watched the slaughter of so many in Makai, was glad to find someone of reason and great intelligence. He sought an alliance with Matasuri, hoping that in doing so the great king would be able to maintain stability in Makai and thus make it safer for Ningenkai. Demons had been known to enter the human world to engage in wars or feast upon it's inhabitants. King Enma couldn't allow that to happen but with Matasuri in control, he would no longer have to worry about that."

Hiei raised an eyebrow at the Reigen's statements. "Why haven't I heard of this Matasuri before?" He questioned. He knew little beyond the small bit of information about Konrei and what he had done in Reikai to earn his execution. And though he believed what Koenma was saying, the fire demon was having a hard time understanding why something so important as a great king in Makai would not be shared among the denizens of it's vast lands. Then again, we don't really have schools like humans do.

"I can't answer that Hiei. But I will say that history can be altered or erased all together to suit what ever dark agenda those in power seek."

"Do you mean the incident with the scroll, Lord Koenma?" Yoh asked, remembering what he had read about the murder of the creators of the scroll and it's subsequent theft by the one who had killed them.

Koenma brought his attention to Yoh, giving him a nod of acknowledgment. "That's part of it." He replied. "The scroll of Reikai was an idea forged by Kagone, head of Reikai security, as a measure to prevent any demon from entering Spirit world. Or so we were told." He added softly, his voice growing harder as he continued. "My father believed that Kagone's true intention, though he could never prove it, had less to do with protecting Spirit world and more with annihilating the entire Makai realm. In particular Matasuri whom Kagone loathed. It didn't matter that the marriage was legal. In his twisted mind, no union between a Reigen and a demon was permissible. Even a soul mate bond. And to allow such a union was the greatest sin imaginable."

"I don't remember reading that in the book," Yoh murmured his features darkening in confusion as he added, "though my father said more than once that Kagone hated all demons. But wasn't the marriage law still a part of the record in that time?" He asked. "Didn't that mean Kagone had no say in what was happening? I mean there was nothing he could do about it, right?"

Koenma sighed, closing his eyes as he shook his head. "No. There should have been nothing Kagone could have done about it. But Kagone found a way around the law, playing on the other elders fears and prejudices, making them believe such a union between a Reigen and a demon would cause their whole society to collapse. After all, Reikai was a civilized realm, free of war and strife while Makai's inhabitants were mindless beasts that live only to conquer, fight and die. And to some degree that was true. The elders knew this. Which is why they authorized the creation of a scroll, a manual that only those with Reikai energy could harness properly. If learned successfully, the student could over power even a S class demon. Once the techniques were complete, Kagone would have enough power to march into Makai and eliminate what he deemed a threat to the Spirit world."

"And how did things lead up to the start of the war?" Hiei asked in a detached voice, no emotion on his face though inside he was becoming quite curious.

Koenma let out a sigh. "It all started when Matasuri accepted an invitation to come to the palace," He answered softly, his voice distant. "to visit my father. It was a historical day. The first time a demon, let alone an S class one, had been allowed entrance inside our sacred domain. I was close to a hundred at the time, little more than a boy in my father's eyes, unable to maintain my adult form for more than a few hours. We waited for Matasuri's entourage inside the great hall. Never having been outside the palace gates, I , like most of my fellow Reigens, believed that the great Makai king and his advisors would be little more than monsters. Ugly, slow and misshapen. What I saw instead literally took my breath away." He paused, closing his eyes as he relived the memory.

"They all looked perfectly normal. Nearly human in appearance save for the demon energy that radiated from them. Matasuri was tall but lean, elegantly dressed in clothing that rivaled my father's. His hair was long, tied back in a ponytail and he had the most vibrant green eyes I've ever seen in my life. So alive and speaking of a deep intelligence to rival Kurama's."

"Hn." Hiei sounded, smirking at the Reikai lord's description. "From the sounds of it, it was love at first sight."

Yoh let out a small chuckle which fell silent as Koenma roared in fury.

"I was not in love with him, you stupid fire demon!" He shouted indignantly, snapping his eyes open to glare disdainfully at Hiei. "And I don't care if you do point that damn blade at me again, I will not tolerate you questioning my manhood!"

"Relax, Koenma," Hiei said softly, still amused by his boss's reaction. "I was merely joking."

Koenma stared doubtfully at the short Youkai, throwing in a warning glare for good measure before continuing again. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," He growled in a peevish voice. "Matasuri wasn't at all what I expected, nor were the rest of them, especially the lone female in their group. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off her," He paused, lowering his head as a pained look crossed his features. "And neither could my older brother, Konrei."

Hiei studied Koenma in interest. At last he admits to who Konrei is. He thought, frowning as he noticed the wounded features of his boss. It was obvious that it pained him to speak of his brother, but why? Why did he seem so .. ashamed? Because Konrei loved a demon? Is that why you don't like to talk about it? He wondered, his features hardening as another thought entered his mind. Because in your mind, he tarnished your family's reputation by taking a demon as his mate? Hiei wanted to voice his opinion but kept silent. "And what was the name of this female that had you two so awe struck?" He asked, wanting to hear about the woman who had triggered the beginning of the great war between realms.

"Hakura. Daughter of the great Matasuri and the king's only child." Koenma answered in a whisper, the awe still wrapped within his voice and features as he continued. "She was beautiful. Simply the most beautiful woman I had ever seen." He paused, his breath stolen by the memory so long ago. Still clear as daylight within the Reikai lord's mind. Her tall, elegant features rivaled any woman's in the three realms. Her long, flowing raven hair swishing in languid movements as her warm, violet eyes gazed about the main palace room in wonder. How awe struck he had been then. Such a beauty you were, Hakura. The prince thought with a wistful sigh.

"Koenma?" Hiei asked in irritation, becoming rather impatient at the prince's stalling.

The Reikai lord blinked, brought back to the present by the sound of Hiei's voice. "Where was I?" He murmured, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Oh, yes. The introduction ceremony." He answered himself before continuing. "I tried my best to appear calm and collected but as Matasuri introduced his daughter to me, it was all I could do to say hello. Despite my bumbling, I was saved by Konrei who entered the room. Late as usual to one of our functions." He said with a small smile, remembering the more carefree days of his youth. "When Hakura turned her attention on Konrei, the two just .. I don't know how to describe it." Koenma frowned, trying hard to describe his brother without sounding strange. What the hell. He thought at last. Might as well tell them like it was. "Konrei was something of a pretty boy. I would often hear the ferry girls whispering to each other about how handsome he was. He looked nothing at all like father, having been gifted with the wavy black hair and gray eyes that belonged to one of mother's ancestors. He was gentle in appearance, tall and lean, where as father was gigantic and broad. And yet like father, he had grown from his toddler form into an adult, without the need of using spiritual energy. One could say that most of the females in spirit world had a crush on him at one time or another." Koenma paused, looking over to Hiei who glared at him, his features turning dangerous, eyes glinting as if to say hurry it up!

"Anyway, when Hakura and Konrei made eye contact, something clicked between them. I could see it and sense it. It was rather odd. It was almost as if .. "

"As if they were meant to be together." Yoh finished for him, beginning to understand where Koenma was going with this.

The prince nodded. "From the time of that first introduction, my brother sought Hakura out. Their friendship blossomed quickly into love. I knew where Konrei would sneak off to at night. I even seen Hakura waiting for him under his window of the palace grounds one night holding her arms open and embracing my brother tightly. Needless to say what happened next made me blush and I looked away, embarrassed at seeing my brother kissing the princess. But I never said anything. Even when his time away from Reikai began to interfere with his duties, in particular the task of sending the souls of the dead to their final destination."

"And that's the job you perform is it not, Koenma?" Hiei stated simply.

"Yes. And so it became mine after Konrei was accused of killing the Reikai scientists who created the scroll."

"Accused?" Yoh murmured in confusion. "The book I read stated Konrei was caught red handed."

"And who was it that supposedly caught Konrei?" Koenma asked.

Yoh's features grew contemplative as he wracked his brain. Contemplation grew to surprise as he remembered. "It was the security elder, Kagone." He answered. "But if Konrei didn't kill the scientists how did he end up being convicted of it?"

Koenma lowered his gaze, staring idly at his lap as he answered in a pained voice. "We received information that Kagone was going to kill Konrei's new family." He replied. "A scribe loyal to my father yet under the employ of the elders, accidentally found and read a series of documents belonging to Kagone that described both the true intentions of the scroll and plans to invade Makai and wipe out the Matasuri line, which the elder felt so threatened by. The plans even detailed the method in which Konrei's infant son, Kasahiro, was to be executed." He paused, noting the sudden silence in the room before continuing. "Yes. I'm ashamed to admit it, but there were Reigens who would willingly engage in the slaughter of innocents so long as their power was left unchallenged."

Hiei studied the Reikai lord with darkened eyes, already feeling a deep, resounding hatred of a man he had never met. "If that were true, wouldn't you have been able to stop Kagone's plans before he could implement them?" He growled. "Knowing what he was planning to do, why didn't you?"

"We had no proof."

"But the scribe you mentioned, surely he ..." Yoh started only to stop as Koenma interjected,

"After the initial communication, we never seen or heard from that scribe again. Our guess was Kagone discovered his loyalty to our family and executed him before he could hand us the proof we required." Koenma answered, his voice strained as he added. "My father told Konrei to be patient and not confront Kagone directly. Father said he would pay a visit to the elders and question them as to the rumors circulating within Reikai. But Konrei ... he," The prince's voice trailed off, his brow furrowing and his features tightening, struggling to keep his emotions from overwhelming him. After all it had happened so long ago. So why does it still hurt? He wondered, confused by the conflicting thoughts running through his head. Because the wound never really healed.

"Lord Koenma?" Yoh's concerned voice called out gently. "Are you all right?"

"No." Koenma answered a few seconds later. "Not really but that doesn't matter now. What matters is that you know the truth." Yes the truth. Koenma repeated as he closed his eyes and continued where he left of. "Konrei disobeyed father. Against his wishes, my brother went to the great palace to confront Kagone on his own. We didn't know of his actions until we were summoned to the palace that same night."

A wounded look claimed his features as the prince continued, memories leading him back to the past and a time he had wished to never happen again.

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The court of Reikai sat within the center of Torandai, a monolithic building carved in marble and granite. Shaped like a dome, it stood out from the more uniform buildings that surrounded it. Usually the court was used for minor incidents of a civil nature but when times called for it, the elders would conduct hearings of criminal matters within it's domed walls.

This much Koenma knew as he walked briskly behind his father down the brightly lit corridor that led straight to the massive oak doors before them. The Reikai prince had been rather nervous upon receiving the summons to Torandai. It had something to do with his brother. Something bad. Konrei had been missing since breakfast that morning, stalking away in anger when father had suggested they wait to gather proof on Kagone. Koenma feared his brother had let his anger get the better of him and in doing so had committed some terrible crime. Please let that not be the case. The prince thought, bringing his teenage form to a stop as Enma reached out and opened the doors, pulling them forcefully outward before ducking then entering the court room.

Koenma followed, nearly jumping out of his skin at the low, angry voice that erupted from the lips of his father.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

Koenma swung around his father in an attempt to see what had upset him so only to let out a gasp. There, along a long, elevated bench that stretched along the entirety of the front wall, sat a host of elders. Fifteen to be exact. Most of them making up the northern contingent of villages. But it wasn't this group of men and women that had caused the young man to gasp.

No.

It was the man standing before the center of the room in between two Reikai soldiers that shocked him. "Konrei?" Koenma whispered, trying to comprehend what it was his brother had done.

The older prince turned towards the sound of Enma's outburst, saddened gray eyes traveling between the angered dark orbs of his father and the worried brown ones of his sibling.

Koenma studied Konrei with widened eyes, taking note of his physical state.

His face was a mess. Angry red gashes lined the contours of his cheeks and forehead, a nasty gash above his left eye still bled, flowing over the swollen area and down around the eye and cheek, as if he were crying tears of blood. And in between the torn clothing, bruises and large gashes were readily visible, the blood staining his once clean royal attire.

And his hands.

His hands were cuffed tightly together, a heavy chain linking the cuffs with the shackles bound around his ankles. As if he were some kind of violent criminal unworthy of any dignity.

It hurt Koenma to see his brother in such a state, his treatment at the hands of the court filing him with an intense hatred for the elders which he quickly stifled. It wouldn't be wise to act impulsively. Especially since his brother was in such a weakened state. Still he couldn't help but wonder how he came to be so beat up. What happened to you, Konrei? Koenma thought sadly, his heart appalled at his brother's condition. And why haven't they treated you? He wondered only to be brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Torandai's voice.

"We regret to inform you Enma, that your elder son, Konrei has been arrested in the deaths of ten Reikai scientists along with the attempted murder of the security elder, Kagone." Torandai answered Enma in a slow, even voice though his emerald eyes contained a degree of sympathy as they settled upon Koenma who interjected,

"Konrei would never kill anyone!" The younger prince shouted, his features growing defiant as he straightened his frame. Ignoring his early warning to himself, Koenma started forward, ready to defend his brother's honor only to stop as Enma reached down and pulled his son back.

"Quiet, Koenma," Enma growled softly as he looked down at his younger son. "I'll take care of this."

"But father ... " Koenma began to protest only to grow silent at the warning glare Enma had given him. The prince relented, but did not retreat to one of the wooden seats to his left. Instead, he followed the large man down the aisle, stopping just a few feet behind the gate that separated the rows of seats from the open space of the court room floor.

"And what proof do you have that my son committed these crimes?" Enma asked, eyeing Torandai sternly.

Torandai tossed a glance over to his left where Kagone sat a few places down. A darkened look came over the head elder's face and so it remained as he brought his emerald orbs back upon Enma. "Kagone claims he caught Konrei committing the murders." He answered, a nearly doubtful tone evident in his voice. "The bodies are being examined as we speak."

A crest fallen look took hold of Koenma's face as he watched the elders then his father's reaction. But .. Konrei couldn't have killed them. He couldn't of! He thought, shaking his head violently as if the rid his mind of the words he had just heard. This isn't real! None of this is real!

"And what do you have to say for yourself, Konrei?" Enma's deep voice echoed within the now silent chamber.

Konrei turned slowly towards his father, his features perfectly calm though his eyes spoke of a hurt that could not be quelled. "I didn't murder those men." He replied softly, his voice full of an unshakable conviction.

"And I suppose your assault on me was not your doing, either?!" Kagone's voice boomed into the air, drawing everyone's attention to him. The security elder rose, lifting his white uniform shirt to reveal extensive cuts along his chest and abdomen.

Konrei flashed him a bitter smile, eyeing the wounds satisfactorily. "Oh, no. That I take full responsibility for." He answered proudly with a small chuckle, his features instantly morphing into pained look. Bent at the waist, he leaned forward, a loud, wet cough erupting from his throat, blood bursting past his lips, splattering the ground before running down the sides of his mouth.

Seeing the blood, Koenma's features tightened. "Konrei!" The prince cried out in horror, vaulting over the gate, paying no heed to the shouting commands of his father as he attempted to reach his brother's side. I don't know what they did to you brother but I will help you any way that I can! He vowed. Landing on the marbled floor of the court, Koenma rushed forward, coming within a few feet of the slowly rising Konrei only to gasp as the two soldiers guarding the elder prince whirled around and raised their hands, unleashing a psychic attack that sent the younger prince flying backwards towards the side wall at an incredible rate.

The prince clenched his eyes shut, bracing his body for impact but the pain never came. Instead he felt his lean frame come to a dead stop. Koenma gasped at the sudden sense of energy that washed over him. Konrei? The prince cried inwardly, his eyes snapping open as his body floated gently to the ground, his feet touching a few seconds later. The Reikai energy he sensed could only belong to his brother. But how? I couldn't even sense his energy even after we entered the court room? How is it he's able to do this now? He wondered, his gaze shifting quickly over towards Konrei who spoke.

"Do with me what you will, but you will leave my brother alone." The older prince growled, his voice low and threatening, a grinding sound of metal echoing within the room as he strained against the shackles that bound him.

Koenma studied his brother in awe and fear. He had never heard Konrei's voice so cold before, almost animalistic in nature. What's happened to you Konrei? Koenma wondered as he slowly made his way back to Enma, his eyes never leaving the figure of his brother who turned away from him to face Torandai who was now standing in front of the three Reikai noblemen.

"It was not our intention to do so." Torandai said softly, his voice growing authoritative as spoke to the two guards. "Stand down, men."

The two guards complied, returning to their original posts beside Konrei.

"Now then," Torandai continued, his features growing somber as he began to question the older prince once more. "If it wasn't you, Konrei, who killed the scientists, then who was it?"

Konrei's gaze shifted slowly from the head elder, down the table until it came to rest upon Kagone. "Why don't you ask Kagone." He replied in a cold, accusing tone. "He's the one who killed them after all."

"That's preposterous!" Kagone roared, his dark blue eyes boring holes into the defiant gray ones of Konrei. "Why would I kill those men.... "

"Be silent, Kagone!" Torandai shouted, cutting off the security elder's rant. "You had your say earlier. Now it's Konrei's turn." He added, turning his attention back on the elder prince. "Please continue." He said softly, motioning him to speak with a wave of his hand.

"Thank you, elder." Konrei said with a slight nod. "I came to Torandai to investigate a disturbing rumor I had heard involving a plot by Kagone to kill my wife and our child along with my mate's family ..."

"That's a lie!" Kagone shouted vehemently as he bolted out of his seat.

"I'm not going to warn you again, Kagone." Torandai growled, his tone as serious as the dark look upon his face as he gazed to his left.

Kagone grumbled unintelligibly but complied, plopping back down in his seat, a deep scowl upon his features as he glared down at Konrei.

"I arrived at Kagone's government home in town in the early afternoon with the express purpose of confronting him on these rumors and to steal the scroll which I knew would be in his possession." Konrei continued, his gaze shifting from Torandai to the security elder. "Imagine my surprise when I found no one home, or so I thought." He paused, a smile forming on his lips as Kagone began to squirm. "I let myself in, a crime I know, but upon entering I found the scroll laid out on his desk, a rather interesting gold box sitting next to it. I read it quickly, appalled at the contents. It was then that I heard the a scream. Then another and another. I had to investigate the noise but I knew I had to get rid of the scroll. So I packed it quickly inside the box and sent it to a place where no Reigen would ever find it."

The whole room watched, Koenma included, as Kagone's face visibly paled. "What?"

Konrei smiled at the elder's reaction. "Did you honestly think I'd let that document exist one second longer?"

"What did you do with it?" Kagone asked, bolting to his feet, his features livid as his voice rose in anger. "Answer me!"

Konrei only continued to smile.

"But that doesn't explain why you think Kagone killed those men." Torandai added to the conversation.

"That's right!" Kagone roared. "They were working for me after all. What the hell advantage would I gain by it?!"

"Simple," Konrei answered, his hardened orbs never leaving the elder's as he quickly explained. "Kagone knew I would come after him once I discovered his plan to kill my family. If I were to be blamed for their deaths, he would be able to go ahead with his plan to murder my loved ones." He paused, a dark smile playing upon his lips as his voice grew hard and taunting. "And because Kagone's afraid of me. Afraid of my son and what he could become. That's why he had that scroll made. That's why he wants to kill all demons. Because he fears them!"

Kagone visibly bristled at the remark. "Nonsense! I fear no one."

"Then why make that scroll?" Konrei asked, eyeing Kagone questioningly before turning to Torandai. "It was Kagone that killed them elder. I saw it with my own eyes."

Koenma studied his brother with pride, absolutely convinced of Konrei's innocence. I knew you didn't do it!

"Lies! All lies!" Kagone snarled in rage, the murderous glint in his eyes chilling Koenma to the bone as he watched the security elder fume vocally at Konrei's accusation

"Kagone, that's enough!" Torandai's voice roared above all others. The room instantly grew silent, all eyes back upon the head elder who regarded Kagone with darkened eyes. "Take your seat and remain silent!"

Kagone met Torandai's gaze the two staring in disdain of each other until at last the younger elder broke eye contact and slowly returned to his seat.

"Despite your claims Konrei, eldest son of Enma, there is no evidence to back up your theory is there?"

"No." Konrei admitted. "There is not."

Torandai was about to speak when a messenger arrived, carrying a large manilla folder. The short, dark haired man handed the folder over to the head elder, whispering something unintelligible before leaving the room the way he had come.

Koenma watched as the head elder slowly opened the folder, his heart sinking as he noticed the troubled look upon Torandai's face.

The head elder sunk into his seat, dropping the folder onto the desk with a loud plop. Torandai brought his gaze upright, a saddened and regretful look now upon his countenance as he pulled out a piece of paper and held it up in the air. "Do you know what this document holds?" He asked Konrei softly.

"No."

Torandai let out a sigh, his brow furrowing as if he were struggling to voice what he knew. "This document states that your blood was found on the murdered men. Yours and yours alone."

Koenma paled, shaken by the statement. But ... He said he ... didn't do it!

Konrei stared at Torandai in disbelief. "But ... we fought. We wounded each other. Surely his blood would be present also?"

"Kagone's blood was found outside of the lab. Far away from the murdered victims." Torandai answered with a weary sigh.

Koenma watched as Konrei shook his head, a tsking sound coming from his throat as he glared over to Kagone. "You bastard. You really set me up didn't you." He snarled in a low voice filled with loathing. "If you think I'll let you get away with this you got another thing coming."

"That's quite enough, Konrei!" Torandai commanded sharply, though his features quickly morphed into a softer one. "Giving these new facts, the council will take a few moments to decide what to do about this situation."

"What's there to discuss!" Kagone roared. "He killed them and should be punished accordingly!"

"I will not tolerate one more interruption from anyone!" Torandai snapped. "Not even from you Kagone."

Kagone closed his mouth, though his features remained angry.

The young prince bit his lip in apprehension, troubled eyes studying the group of elders before him. He still couldn't believe the document. Couldn't believe what it said. My brother would never kill anyone. Kagone must be lying. He must of done something to fix the results. He must of. The prince repeated to himself until at last the murmuring ceased and Torandai spoke once more.

"We have decided your fate, Konrei." The head elder began, his voice clear though his features seemed troubled. "Given this evidence and the word of the security elder," He paused, looking over at Kagone, flashing him a dark look before continuing once more. "And despite my doubts of the situation, the majority of elders have decided that you acted with purpose and with malicious intent to murder the ten men working for the security elder on a project you assumed was threatening your family." He paused, his eyes still upon the now bowed head of Konrei. "Regardless of the truth of your accusations, your crime cannot be allowed to go unpunished. Therefore, you are here by sentenced to be executed two days hence for the willful destruction of elder property and the murders of ten innocent men under Kagone's employ."

Koenma's knees grew weak, the color completely draining from his face. No. He thought in dismay, tears threatening to fall from his watery eyes. They were actually going to kill his brother. They were going to kill Konrei! "Father. Father we can't let them do this! We can't let them! It's not right!" Koenma cried in a pained whisper.

Enma closed his eyes sadly. "I cannot my son," He replied in an equally pained whisper. "Their authority exceeds my own."

No! Koenma wanted to shout. This isn't right! It isn't right! Panic stricken, it was all the younger prince could do not to race over and beg Torandai to spare his brother.

"Do you have anything to say in your defense?" Torandai asked.

Kagone said nothing at first. As if he himself were in shock. Until at last a laugh was heard, low and bitter in tone.

Koenma frowned, studying his brother in confusion. Why is he laughing at a time like this?

As quickly as the laughter rose, it faded, Kagone's voice replacing it. "It seems quite clear that my word has no meaning here. Just as I suspected it would," He began contemptuously, the resentment weaved within every word he spoke. "I've been condemned for a crime I didn't commit. But remember this elders," He paused, raising his head so that all could see the hatred swirling within his gray eyes. "This is not the end for me." He continued once again in a voice as cold as death and just as sincere. "You may kill my body and condemn my soul, but know this. If you bring harm upon my family in any way, death will befall you all. I swear it. One way or another it will be you who will be condemned for the lying bastards you are. And you who will suffer an everlasting death."

"Take him back to the holding cell." Torandai ordered in a saddened tone, his eyes full of regretful duty as he followed the guards movements before addressing the outbursts of opinions that erupted from the council.

Koenma watched his brother being led out, too struck by grief to cry out to him, to even move proved to much, his strength leaving him as he collapsed on the ground. All he could think about was how wrong everything seemed. How wrong the decision was. How could they decide to kill him so soon, without any investigating on Konrei's part. The answer came to Koenma then, his eyes shifting away from the fuming elders over to the one who remained silent. His eyes narrowed at the smug look upon Kagone's face. You bastard. You actually think you got away with something don't you. He thought as he glared hatefully back at the security elder. Kagone met his gaze, flashing him a triumphant smile and giving him a patronizing wave that was hidden from the others as Enma lifted the young prince up and carried him away.

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"That was the last time I saw my brother alive." Koenma said, his eyes fluttering open as he returned to the present. "I wanted so much to say something to him as they led him away but I was too numb to give voice to my fear and my pain. You figure you have all the time in the world to talk to the people you love only to realize too late that everything could change in an instant and the time you have is no more."

"I'm sorry, Lord Koenma." Yoh said softly, bowing his head in sympathy. "I had no idea what really happened."

Hiei, though inwardly he felt slightly sorry for the prince, nevertheless was unsatisfied with some of the Reikai lord's answers. "As fascinating as that story was, you're still holding something back, aren't you, Koenma?"

The prince frowned, flinching at the accusing tone of the short Youkai. Damn fire demon! He cried inwardly. He's too perceptive for his own good! "Yes. There is more." Koenma admitted. "It wasn't just Konrei's marriage and his actions that started the war. I too played a part in it's creation."

Hiei raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He said. "What was it you did, Koenma?"

Koenma drew in a breath and let it out slowly. "I gave Matasuri access to Reikai so he could do what I could not. Rescue Konrei from Reikai prison. At the time I had thought I was merely helping my brother when I opened that portal. Imagine my surprise when it became stable and unresponsive to my commands."

Yoh gasped, knowing instantly the extent of Koenma's actions. "You mean that you ... " He started then stopped, unable to voice what he now knew.

Koenma nodded, knowing exactly what Yoh was thinking. "Yes. By allowing the portal to open, I became an accomplice in the death of over two-thirds of my own people." He admitted, the guilt evident in his voice and features as he bowed his head. "It was that portal that allowed for the invasion of Reikai by Makai soldiers and though no one knew my involvement, it nonetheless gave Kagone the ammunition he needed to lay his plan into motion. He killed countless people, both human and demon, and yes, even my brother, his family and all that remained of the Matasuri line. At least I thought until now."

"Now?" Hiei asked in confusion. "What do you mean now?"

Koenma raised his head, meeting the fire demon's questioning eyes with his troubled ones. "You know that picture you brought to me today of that boy. The one called Ren Kurayami."

Hiei nodded. "What about him?" He asked, an irritated look upon his countenance as he waited for Koenma to continue.

"He has Konrei's eyes."

Yoh gasped at the implication while Hiei's features grew dark, his eyes narrowing as he studied the Reikai prince.

"Are you saying Ren is a descendent of Konrei?" Hiei asked, the wheels within his mind spinning in motion as he contemplated what such a statement meant.

"I'm not 100 percent certain of it," Koenma replied. "Which is why I ordered Yusuke to bring him to me alive and unharmed. I need to know if it's true or not."

Hiei frowned. "You do realize that if Ren is indeed a descendent of your brother, than his motive for targeting us may very well mean he knows his ancestry and plans to invade Reikai."

The toddler lord looked away, unwilling to show the fear that lurked within his golden brown orbs. "That thought had occurred to me tonight." He answered in a whisper. "But nevertheless I need to speak with him."

"Hmph. .." Hiei commented as he crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "If Ren has his way, you'll be speaking to him soon enough."

Koenma frowned, puzzled by the tone within the fire demon's voice. It was as if he knew something the prince did not. "And what exactly does that mean, Hiei?"

The short Youkai said nothing. Merely sat still within the wooden chair, much to Koenma's annoyance.

"Hiei?" He repeated, a warning tone claiming his voice as he scowled at the fire demon.

"How does it feel to be out of the loop, Koenma?" Hiei asked smugly, a crooked smile tugging at his lips as he added. "Do it annoys you as much as it annoys me?"

"Okay, Hiei, I get your point," Koenma conceded. Smart ass little shit. The prince thought, letting out an irritated huff as he crossed his arms and studied the fire demon with questioning eyes. "Now please tell me what you mean."

Hiei opened his eyes, tossing a glance over to Yoh who lowered his head in sadness. "What I mean, Koenma," He began bringing his gaze back over to the prince. "Is that Ren has begun his assault upon us."

"What?" Koenma said, unlocking his arms from around himself and lowering them to the sides, his troubled gaze shifted over to the visibly distressed Yoh. "Is that what happened to you, Yoh? Did Ren attack you?"

"No." Yoh answered softly, unwilling and unable to meet the prince's concerned eyes. "It was someone working for him. He broke into Kurama's apartment and kidnapped Botan."

"WHAT!" Koenma roared, bolting out of his seat. "What the hell do you mean kidnapped!"

"I don't believe the boy stuttered, Koenma," Hiei said in a gruff tone. Now it was time to get down to business and the fire demon was in no mood for interruptions. "Botan was kidnapped. By the same being who attacked both Kurama and Mukuro in Makai."

"Explain." Koenma ordered, no longer afraid of how the fire demon would react to his commands. He had to know what happened.

So Hiei did, informing him of the attack on Jin and Touya, their trip into Makai, Kurama's reaction to Botan's kidnapping and the finding of Yoh.

Koenma listened intently, the color draining from his face as Hiei explained the events that built up to his head ferry girl being taken away. The Reikai lord dropped down into his seat, visibly shaken by the news. This is bad. Very bad. He thought, his shaken golden brown orbs moving slowly away from Hiei to Yoh. "And how do you fit into this, Yoh?"

Yoh brought his head up, looking the prince directly in the eye. "My father told me to watch over them. I think he wanted to correct the mistake he made in condemning Konrei and Hakura to death. An atonement I think he called it."

"I see." Koenma murmured, his features growing contemplative even as Hiei spoke.

"Not that I care, but what does it matter whether Torandai wants to help or not. I can't trust any of you Reigens," He said coolly, his gaze shifting over to Yoh before adding, "Or can I?"

"Save the cynicism for another time, will you Hiei," Koenma replied, his features growing serious. "So what do we do now?" He asked the fire demon who replied,

"Come to Ningenkai tomorrow. We can talk about it then."

Koenma nodded to his request, wanting to help out in any way he could. "Where do you want to meet?"

Hiei rose to his feet, smiling inwardly as Yoh did the same. "Genkai's." He answered. "Around ten o'clock or so. I'll round up the detective and the moron. You bring along Yoh and we'll discuss our options from there."

"I'll be there." Koenma replied, rising at last to his feet as well.

"See that you are." Hiei stated sharply before heading back towards the door. "I'll just let myself out." He added, reaching out to clasp the knob. In one quick move, he twisted the knob and pulled, exiting the way he came.

No sooner had he left then Yoh followed, rushing down the hallway to catch up with the fast moving demon. "Mr. Hiei, wait!"

The Youkai stopped but did not turn to face the young man. "What did I tell you about titles, Yoh?" He said in mock annoyance. Truth be told he was beginning to like the blond Reigen, though he'd be damned if he'd admit to it.

"Do you really want me to come to your meeting?" Yoh asked in a softer voice as he came to a stop a few feet behind the shorter man.

Hiei allowed a small smile to play across his lips. He could hear the hesitation and even the doubt that flowed within the words the boy had spoken. He also knew Yoh cared deeply for his friends, even to the point he would die for them. He would make an excellent member of our group. The fire demon thought but kept it to himself as he continued with his impassive tone. "You care about Kurama and the ferry girl do you not?"

Yoh lowered his head, his voice a mere whisper as he replied, "Well, yes."

"Then I suggest you show up." Hiei answered simply, walking forward once again, his form a mere blur as he sped down the hall and out of the palace as fast as he could, anxious to return to Mukuro's side before the sun rose.

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Hiei vaulted over the wall of Mukuro's compound, his form undetected by the guards as he zipped past them and into the main building. He headed straight down the unlit corridor, his eyes unhampered by the darkness as he made his way directly to Mukuro's room. Silently he opened the door, pushing it gently to the side. His gaze fell upon the bed to his left, smiling at the covered form of his mate. Her gentle breathing reached his sensitive ears, informing him that she was asleep.

Not wanting to wake her, Hiei snuck around to the other side of the bed, a nearly quiet sigh escaping his lips as he tore off his trench coat. Walking over to the small table near the side wall, the fire demon hung the coat over the back one of the chairs before removing his sheathed katana and placing it gently upon the table itself. Walking back over to the bed, Hiei quickly removed his clothing. Now dressed only in a pair of black boxers, the Youkai reached out and slowly pulled back the comforter before sliding into bed as noiselessly as he could. His hope of not waking her was short lived. As soon as his head hit the pillow, the sleepy voice of Muruko floated through the air, registering within the sensitive hairs of Hiei's ears.

"You all right?" She murmured, her back still towards him.

Hiei, who lay upon his back, brought his arm up, tucking his hands behind his head, his red orbs trained on the ceiling above. "No." He answered wearily.

Troubled by the tone in his voice, Mukuro shifted, turning around to face him. "Care to talk about it?" She asked as she rested upon her side, her features understanding as she waited patiently for him to speak.

Hiei didn't answer right away, a large part of him crying out for rest and away from all that had happened. But it wasn't fair to keep his mate out of the loop. Her concern warming his heart and easing his troubled mind. "We were set up," He began, the anger evident in his tone as he explained. "After healing the shinobi we talked to them and found out Ren was behind their attack." He paused, letting out a sigh as he relived the events inside his head.

Mukuro, sensing his distress, decided to prod him along. "And?"

"And we found out Ren's true intention was to keep Kurama occupied so he could kidnap the ferry girl. When Kurama heard this he became emotional and tore off to Ningenkai." He continued, the concern for his friend becoming more and more noticeable as he spoke. "I followed him back to his apartment but we were too late. The kitsune's mate was gone."

Muruko looked at Hiei in shock. "Ren kidnapped Botan?" She asked, clearly startled by the fire demon's statement. No wonder Kurama lost his grip on his emotions.

"No." Hiei replied. "But someone working for him."

"Who?"

"A shinobi." The fire demon answered. "A Youkai shinobi to be precise. The same one that attacked Kurama and then you here in Makai."

Mukuro's features darkened at the mention of her assault. "Are you certain of this?" She asked, interested in knowing more about the one who had attacked her. Not only because she was curious but because she wanted to even the score.

Hiei nodded slowly.

"And what did you two decide to do?"

Hiei closed his eyes, trying hard to hide the concern and trepidation that now filled him. "Kurama decided it would be best if he went after them alone. He said he didn't want anyone else to get hurt. Can you believe that?" He replied in disbelief, trying to keep his emotions from rising to the surface.

But Mukuro was his mate and thus could sense his feelings and read his thoughts. She knew the truth behind his gruff facade and wasn't buying his tough guy act one bit. "You're afraid for him, aren't you?"

Hiei let out a gasp of surprise, the emotion showing on his face though he quickly squashed it. He said nothing at first. His silence speaking volumes to Mukuro. After several seconds, the fire demon allowed his defenses to fall, letting Mukuro see a side of him he didn't dare show to anyone else. "Botan's abduction has hurt Kurama in ways no physical blow ever could. I ... tried to make him see the error or his choice but the kitsune wouldn't listen to reason."

Mukuro let out a soft chuckle. "Must have felt strange to be the calm one, eh Hiei?" She said in a teasing voice. The female demon knew she shouldn't be making light of the situation but the image of Hiei trying to reason with anyone amused her immensely.

"Hn." Hiei commented gruffly though a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"So are you going to look for him tomorrow?" She asked, the teasing tone gone, a serious one taking it's place as she studied her mate.

"After I meet up with Koenma and the others at Genkai's, we'll devise a plan of action."

Mukuro frowned. "Koenma's actually traveling down to Ningenkai?" She asked incredulity.

"He has much to tell the others. Things he had kept from us for too long." Hiei replied then went on to explain what the Reikai lord had told him and their subsequent suspicions of the gray eyed man's true motives.

"Interesting." Mukuro commented when her lover had finished. "That would certainly explain why this Ren has targeted you and your friends."

"Let him come and attack me," Hiei growled, the anger rising in his heart once again. "I'll offer him up as a tasty morsel to my Black Dragon."

Sensing his dark emotions and wanting to calm him, Mukuro reached out and caressed his face. "You need to rest, Hiei." She cooed in a soothing voice. "Rest and let tomorrow take care of itself."

Hiei's eyelids grew heavy under her comforting touch, the anger fleeing his heart and replaced with a gentle warmth he had only experienced in his mate's company.

"Rest." Mukuro repeated, moving towards Hiei who reached out and pulled the female demon to him. Mukuro sighed contentedly, resting her head against his right shoulder as the fire apparition wrapped his arm around her back and held her close, the two closing their eyes in answer to the darkness of sleep that called out to them.

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"What is it this time, Naoko!" Kagone's deep voice bellowed through out the dark interior of his home. A murderous glint took hold of his blue eyes, his nostrils flaring as he glared down at the smaller man. He didn't appreciate these constant interruptions, particularly during the middle of the night. And I swear if he doesn't have a viable excuse, I'll wring his scrawny little neck! The elder snarled inwardly, the rage he felt reflected in the dark look he tossed Naoko's way. "You better have a damn good reason for waking me!"

Naoko cringed, the anger his master felt towards him smashing in nearly unbearable waves against his lean frame. Part of him regretted the decision to report immediately to his boss. But he did say to tell him right away if anything strange occurred. And what the brown haired Reigen had seen while in Ningenkai qualified as strange. "My ... lord, please forgive me, but you said to inform you the moment something odd happened involving Kurama and Botan."

"Not at this time of night!" Kagone snapped, his muscles straining against the dark blue fabric of his night wear as he advanced upon Naoko.

The smaller man fell to a knee, his head lowered in a gesture of submission and respect. "But this, my lord, is of the utmost importance."

Kagone frowned but stopped. "Spit it out then Naoko and make it quick!" He commanded, crossing his arms as he glared angrily down at his servant.

"My lord, " He began, cutting right to the chase. "It appears the ferry girl has been kidnapped."

Kagone raised an eyebrow, the anger within him morphing into surprise. "Oh," He said in a softer tone. "Do tell."

Naoko remained upon one knee though he did raise his head to look upon his master's features. "I witnessed the abduction. A man dressed in shinobi style clothing broke into Kurama's apartment and subdued Botan. Something happened though and I watched as the shinobi broke through a two story window and took off. But that isn't the most surprising part my lord."

Kagone sighed but decided to humor his servant. "And that would be what, Naoko?"

"The man the shinobi was running from was not the kitsune but Torandai's adopted son, Yoh."

Kagone's features darkened as he looked off to the side, his eyes narrowing in contempt as he pondered the meaning of Yoh's involvement. So Torandai, you have decided to help them have you? Well then, I guess I have no choice but to make sure your son suffers the same fate as the demon and his traitorous lover.

"My lord?" Naoko called out hesitantly, drawing the older man's attention back on him.

"Tell me, Naoko," He began, "What kind of power did the kidnapper possess?"

"I sensed three different types of energy my lord," Naoko answered. "Human, demon and Reigen."

Kagone's brow furrowed at the mention of Reikai energy. "Are you sure you sensed Reikai energy? Could it have been from Yoh?"

Naoko shook his head. "No my lord. It definitely came from the kidnapper."

The elder closed his eyes, his features going cold as he thought about the implications from Naoko's statement. Three different types of energy, shinobi clothing. Yes it made sense. But how was it possible. I killed the survivors of that tainted bloodline over 500 years ago. "What else did you witness, Naoko?" He asked opening his eyes once more.

"The kidnapper made a copy of himself and had the doppleganger attack Yoh. The boy fought and managed to defeat the copy but was severely injured in the process."

"And did he die?" Kagone asked, not bothering to hide the hopeful look upon his face.

Naoko shook his head. "No my lord. Hiei and Kurama arrived a few minutes later. The kitsune healed Yoh then tore off after the shinobi at which point I tried to follow but he was too quick and I lost the trail."

"I want you to go back to Ningenkai." Kagone ordered. "Find, then shadow Kurama. Make sure not to get caught by him."

"Do you want me to try and bring him in?" Naoko asked, excited at the prospect of returning to his master's good side.

"No." Kagone answered in an authoritative tone. "Preparations are incomplete and we can't move forward until we know where Botan has been taken."

"Then you think Kurama will find her?" Naoko asked as he rose to his feet.

"Yes. That beast will find her." The elder spat, his features twisting in disgust at the mention of the red head's name. "And when he does, find out about those who have her. We will have to deal with them accordingly."

Naoko frowned. "Them?" He said softly, a confused look marking his features as he studied the elder. "Do you think there is more than one person involved."

Kagone turned from Naoko, hiding the smirk that now laid claim to his lips. "I leave that for you to find out." He replied before walking past his desk and into the hallway that lead to his room, leaving a puzzled Naoko alone in the darkness to ponder just what the elder was hiding from him.

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Botan stirred slowly from her deep slumber, drawn out of the darkness of sleep by a strange but soothing voice. A small part of her mind warned not to listen. That the voice was an enemy. One who had tried to consume her heart and soul. But Botan ignored the warning. How could something so comforting be an enemy. Eyes fluttering open, disorientated amethyst orbs stared upwards into the darkness, slowly coming into focus as she awoke.

"Botan?" A masculine voice whispered from somewhere to her left.

A tender smile formed upon her lips. It was the same voice that had called to her earlier. Turning her head sideways, her gaze met the gentle one of Ren who studied her in adoration. "Hello." She whispered softly, watching as the lean man rose to his feet.

"Hello yourself." Ren replied, closing the small distance between them.

Botan made room for him, scooting over to allow the young man to sit down beside her.

"How do you feel?" Ren asked, his eyes widening slightly as the deity sat upright and wrapped her arms around him.

"Better," The deity replied, resting her forehead upon his shoulder. Again, in the back of her mind, that little voice yelled at her to let go. To stay away from this man. That her heart belonged to another only to be drowned out by a louder, more demanding, voice that insisted there was no danger. Ren was her true mate. The only one who cared for her and loved her. "Now that you're here." She added as she moved back to lay down, taking an excited Ren with her.

Ren's heart beat soundly against his chest as the deity shifted, pulling her arm out from under his side before snuggling up against his back. He had thought it would take some time before the effects of the mind alteration technique took hold. But the way Botan was acting towards him now signaled the process was indeed complete. It works! It really works! His mind cried as he relaxed beside Botan. "I think you should rest some more don't you?" He said as calmly as he could, his eyelids growing heavy as the deity suddenly purred into his ear.

"Is that what you want?"

A wolfish smile grew upon the gray eyed man's lips, a dozen thoughts entering his consciousness but he quickly squashed them. As tempting as the offer was, he wanted her to get to know him better. And he wanted to get to know her better too. "Yes. Just rest."

"Okay, then." Botan whispered softly, a hint of disappointment evident in her voice as she settled against his back once more. "As long as you stay with me."

Ren gave no answer to her request though he remained where he was.

Within minutes the deity was asleep once again, her soft breathing bringing a tranquility to Ren's heart that he hadn't experienced in a long time. His thoughts traveled away from the deity to Kurama, a triumphant smile lighting his face. Well now, kitsune, it seems that your mate will now become mine. And there's nothing you can do about it. He gloated. Ren could hardly wait to rub that fact into the fox spirit's face. Then you will see who the better and smarter man really is. He added. And then all your friends will see what it's like to suffer. Just as my family suffered long ago. And with that last thought running through his mind, Ren closed his eyes and succumbed to the call of sleep. %%%%%%

Okay, guys. Don't kill me. I know I promised in my preview that I would get to Kuwabara and Yukina's date but the stupid confession by Koenma took up too much freaking space and I had to cut that to the next chapter. That's the down side of doing previews before writing the chapter out. Sometimes what I want and what gets put into a chapter are two different things. I'm sorry if you found this boring but I'm sure it was informative, right?

Anyway, the following is a preview of the next chapter, courtesy of our favorite fire demon, that will hopefully have all that I intend to put into it.

Hn. I don't know what that moron thinks he's doing with my sister but he better keep his hands of her or I'll feed him to my Black Dragon. While I'm out watching to make sure Yukina is not taken advantage of by the moron, Kurama is in search of answers to the ferry girl's kidnapping. And it seems there are surprises in store for not only Yusuke and his mate but the rest of us as Ren closes in on our ranks, laying the ground work for his scheme to defeat us. But what dark plans does he have in mind and will Kurama be able to rescue the ferry girl before she gives in completely to Ren? Be on the look out for chapter 33 -- Dark Confessions