Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ After the Fall ❯ Dark Confessions ( Chapter 33 )

A/N: A quick little lesson on the layout of Tokyo for those who don't know. Tokyo consists of 23 wards each with cities of their own. The wards mentioned in this story are in the heart of Tokyo or central Tokyo if you want to be accurate. Any confusion, e mail me and I'll explain in further detail.

A/N: To avoid any confusion that may occur in the first part of the story, this symbol &&&&& will denote a dream sequence. Small shout out to Wrigzz! Thanks for the review! I hope football camp went well. Football rocks! And the date between Kuwabara and Yukina will take place in the next chapter along with some violence! Onto the story!

Chapter 33--Dark Confessions

Kurama lay still atop the comforter of his bed, no sound issued from his mouth, no cries of pain or despair, no movement. Nothing to indicate the suffering and grief that filled the kitsune's mind. But Kurama was anything but all right. Even in his dream state, the trauma of Botan's abduction haunted him, no rest to be found in his struggling subconscious as he was drawn deeper and deeper into the nightmares that once again plagued him.

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He found himself standing in the middle of a vast wilderness darkened by heavy clouds that hovered above the tree tops of the massive pines that surrounded him. His breath escaped in even bursts, forming into a light mist upon contact with the cold air. Kurama swept his gaze around slowly, his sharp vision cutting through the blizzard that raged from the angry heavens above.

Where am I? He wondered as he continued to look around, trying to will his subconscious mind to rationalize his situation, frowning when his mind failed him. Nothing looked familar and yet ...

And yet he felt as if he'd been in this forest before. As if he were about to bear witness to something important, something that would lead him directly to what he had been searching for.

In answer to his question, a sudden sensation swept over the fox spirit. Warm and inviting, it called out to him, beseeching his help, his love.

A look of surprise came to life upon Kurama's face, a feeling of elation filling him as he instantly recognized the owner of such a unique spiritual energy.

He could sense it.

Her presence.

So close he could almost reach out and touch it.

And her scent.

It lingered upon the crisp, bone chilling wind that swirled around him, lifting up the powdered snow that blanketed the ground beneath his booted feet. Kurama closed his eyes, lifting his head back slightly as he tested the air with a long sniff. Yes. It was indeed her scent. No longer did he feel the cold or the barrage of snow that pelted his lean frame. Only one feeling consumed his heart, only one thought ruled his mind. He needed to find Botan. He had to find her. Nothing else mattered. Not even his own comfort.

Opening his eyes, Kurama lowered his head and tore off, knifing through the wall of snow that surrounded him with a grace only he possessed. He raced at break neck speed, adrenaline pumping through his veins as the scent grew stronger, the chi of his mate more powerful. Almost there. He thought, a look of determination gracing his features as he accelerated, adjusting as necessary to the changing landscape, the terrain shifting, becoming more elevated, the forest denser and the snow deeper. Kurama charged upward, snow flying in his wake as he battled relentlessly against the heavy, condensed powder that littered the ground. With expert precision, he weaved through a cluster of pines blocking his path, hard pressed to reach the top where Botan most certainly was being kept. Hang on love. Just a little longer.

With a speed born of desperation, Kurama scrambled upwards, spurned on by the thought of Botan being nearby. With one final effort, the kitsune leapt, his lean frame sailing off the ground and into a small clearing at the top of the massive hill formation. Kurama landed solidly, snow spraying upwards as his feet slammed into the ground. Questioning eyes took in the lay of the land, a part of him leery for any kind of attack that might come his way. A sound off in the distance registered within the recesses of his mind, alerting him to the fact that a river was nearby. No other sounds met his ears. No sounds that would indicate he was about to be ambushed. Satisfied that he hadn't walked into a trap, Kurama relaxed his defensive stance and concentrated, hoping that his decision had been right. Sure enough, Botan's energy was still strong.

He was close.

So very close.

But where was she?

Kurama frowned. Though he could sense her, the deity was nowhere to be found. And then he heard it, his sensitive ears picking up a soft, feminine voice more powerful than the roar of the wind and the rustling of the pine boughs that competed for his attention.

"Kurama."

The kitsune pivoted slowly around, his pulse quickening as his gaze fell on the one he had been searching for. Time slowed, snow flakes dancing lethargically within the chilled air, caressing both his and the deity's bodies, the two meeting then holding each other's gaze. "Botan?" He whispered tentatively as he stood completely still, suddenly afraid that if he were to move, Botan would disappear, proving to be nothing more that a phantom dream concocted by his desperate consciousness and senses.

She stood a few feet from him, her lithe frame wrapped within an elegant sapphire kimono, an elaborate pattern of elm shaped leaves tinted gold adorning the silky material. Kurama frowned. He had never seen this particular outfit before and although it was breathtaking to look at, the kitsune was troubled. The fabric was too thin to offer any protection from the elements. She'll die out here dressed like that! He cried, his concern growing as the conditions worsened, threatening to swallow them whole. The fox spirit made a motion towards her only to gasp in surprise as Botan closed the small distance between them.

The deity wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, snuggling into his brown bomber jacket as she buried her face into his right shoulder.

Kurama smiled tenderly, a great sense of relief flowing through his heart from her motions. Her state of dress was momentarily forgotten as he felt the reconnection of their soul bond take effect. He could sense her joy and her pain, his ears picking up the muffled sobs from her throat. Kurama gathered her tight against him, lending his strength and his warmth as he rested the side of his head against hers. "It's all right. Botan. I'm here now. I'll take care of you." The fox spirit whispered in consoling tones, his features twisting suddenly into an expression of great concern as the deity whispered back, "Help me. Help me please" over and over again.

What's going on? Kurama wondered. Hadn't she heard what he had said? He was about to ask her what she meant when a tremendous gust of wind slammed into him, tearing him violently from Botan, the force rocketing him backwards. Kurama held his ground, keeping his feet planted as he fought from being lifted into the air. Snow shot upwards, his boots carving a wide path as he maintained a defensive stance, lifting then crossing his forearms in front of his chest and neck, negating the psychic wind attack as he skidded to a stop several seconds later.

The wind died out, the snow settling along the ground once more.

Kurama lowered his arms, his features a mask of dark fury as the culprit behind the attack met his vision. "You!" He snarled, eyes turning to gold as Youko rose to the surface, driven out by the anger that now raged within the kitsune's heart. .

There, about fifty feet away, stood Ren. Decked out in dark fatigues, the smaller man stood still, no reply given to Kurama's outburst, gray eyes watching with detached amusement as the kitsune began to transform.

Kurama's gaze did not waver, even as his body changed, growing taller, more muscular, his unruly red locks replaced by the straight silver ones of his Youkai self. It was not the sight of Ren alone that had angered the kitsune to the point of Youko taking over.

No.

It was what he was doing to his mate that allowed for his anger to escape. For Ren had his right arm wrapped intimately around Botan's waist, holding her close as if he were her lover. Youko let out a low growl, baring his teeth, enraged at the mere thought of Ren even looking at her let alone holding her in such a way. "Let her go and I promise to kill you quickly." He snarled in a dark tone as he started forward.

Ren gave him a mocking smile, his eyes full of a deep smugness as he turned his attention to the side and replied, "But Botan doesn't want to leave, do you my dear?" He asked softly, addressing the woman he held against him.

"No my love. Never." She whispered, her features holding the sincerity of her voice as she reached up and pulled Ren's face to hers, kissing him with such passion that Youko stopped his progress, gasping in shock at what he was witnessing.

"Bo .. tan?" He whispered, his shocked mind and heart breaking at what he was seeing. It couldn't be happening. This isn't real! This is real! He cried, clutching his chest as a searing pain erupted within the entirety of his body, the connection between Botan and himself severing, rendering him weak and powerless. Youko fell to his knees, the pain all consuming as he lost his senses and darkness took over once more.

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"Botan!" Kurama cried through parted lips, the desolation in his heart carrying through his voice as he awoke, driven to consciousness by the vision he had just witnessed. The searing pain from his dream had spilled into reality, causing the kitsune to wince as it intensified. He clutched his chest, part of him fearing his heart would burst from the despair that now consumed it. The kitsune tried to tell himself it was a mere dream, nothing but a nightmare. But the all too real ache that filled him told a different story. Something bad was happening to Botan. Kurama could feel it. The bond between them was slowly dissolving, replaced by an empty void that offered nothing but heart ache, loneliness and even death.

Yes. Even death. He could sense it. The pain he suffered was a warning. A warning of what would come if Botan were completely lost to him. If I don't find her soon, I may die.

But how could he find her without the ability to sense her presence? Just what had Ren done to effectively severe his tie with Botan?

His thoughts were cut off as his ears picked up not only the opening of his bedroom door, but a gasp as well. At that same instant, his senses were filled with a familar presence. One he had hoped to avoid for fear of her getting hurt. His eyelids fluttered open, blinking several times to combat the disorientation that ruled his vision only to frown as the concerned face of his mother came into view.

"Suuichi?" Shiori whispered, her troubled brown orbs focused down upon the pale features of her son as she reached out and gently rested her palm against his bare shoulder. "Suuichi dear are you all right?"

"Mother." Kurama croaked, his features scrunching up in pain as he struggled to set up right. I shouldn't have come here. He berated himself. He had to go. Before something bad happened to her.

But Shiori was having none of it. With a gentle but firm hand she pushed her elder son back down, mentally taking note of how clammy his skin felt. "Lie still." She ordered in motherly concern, removing her hand as her son complied, resting back down upon the bed.

Kurama reluctantly obeyed, training his gaze upward towards the ceiling in an attempt to spare her from seeing the sorrow that filled his heart and soul.

But it was too late. Shiori had seen the look of desolation upon her son's face and it hurt her to know he was suffering. But from what? She wondered in trepidation. Something must of happened to him. Something so bad that he sought to come home without telling her. What is troubling you my son, and why didn't you tell me you were here? "Talk to me, Suuichi." She commanded a few seconds later, her gaze still fixed upon the wearied features of her son as she reached to the side, pulling the chair from his old student desk towards her before sitting down, waiting patiently for the red head to answer.

Kurama wanted to tell her the truth of what had happened. Wanted to ease her fears over his situation but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Not with so many dangers yet to be confronted and destroyed. "It .. is nothing mother," He began, his voice neutral, betraying none of the dark emotions that now ruled his heart and mind. "I was just in the neighborhood and I decided to stay the night rather than return to Sakaoshimi."

"Without calling ahead to tell me?" Shiori commented, arching an eyebrow at her son's flimsy excuse. "Really Suuichi, this is most unlike you." She added, hoping to coax him into telling her the truth.

"I know mother," Kurama replied. "But it was very late at night and I didn't want to disturb the household with my unexpected visit."

Shiori was unimpressed with his answer. An idea came to her. One she was sure would get the red head to answer her. "Does it have something to do with Botan?"

Kurama flinched, his features tightening in grief at the mention of his mate's name but made no reply to her question.

But Shiori already knew the answer. It was a clear as the expression of sorrow upon her son's face. "Did she break up with you, sweet heart?" She asked softly, a look of sympathy gracing her features only to morph into a frown when her son shook his head.

"No." He whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of his mother's soft breathing.

"That what happened, Suuichi? What happened between you and Botan?" Shiori asked, her tone one of confusion as she look down in concern at her elder child.

Kurama closed his eyes, clenching his jaw as the pain began to spread throughout his heart once again. "I lost her."

Shiori frowned. "What do you mean, you lost her?" She asked only to gasp in horror at the sudden idea that popped inside her mind. "You don't mean ... she ... she died?! Oh Suuichi, don't tell me ... " She started, the pain at the possibility of Botan being dead weaved within her troubled voice.

"No mother," Kurama retorted softly. "But I fear what will happen if I don't find her soon." Because if I don't our lives will be forfeit. He added silently. Before Shiori could protest, the kitsune struggled upright, swinging his legs to the side before coming to stand on his feet. He walked around the troubled form of his mother, his steps a little wobbly as he made his way to the closet. A dark look took hold of his features at the weakness that seemed to plague his body. What is going on with me? He wondered as he leaned heavily against the left side of his closet. Was he growing ill? Had his prolonged exposure to the elements and his over use of energy caused him to become sick? Or was the weakening bond to blame for the sudden loss of strength?

Shiori watched her son with concerned eyes. He was definitely getting sick. As a mother, she could spot such things instantly. And the thought of her son leaving without proper rest and medicine was greatly troubling. "What are you doing, Suuichi?" Shiori asked as she rose from her seat. "You can't go anywhere in your condition. Come and rest for a while. I'll make you some soup. That should make you feel better." She offered, her motherly smile falling at the anguished tone of the red head who replied,

"I ... can't rest mother ... there is no .. time ... I have to find her. Please understand." He said, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. Kurama closed his eyes, willing himself calm and controlled. I can't allow her to see me like this. She must think everything will be fine. "And don't worry about me. I'll be fine." He added, pushing off the closet door before opening it and quickly retrieving a pair of jeans and a forest green crew neck sweater.

Shiori watched as her son headed for the bathroom. Why don't I believe you Suuichi? She questioned silently before adding. And what is going on with Botan that's so bad, you can't tell me?

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Botan tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind consumed with a strange and rather troubling dream.

She found herself standing alone in the middle of a snowstorm, with nothing but a thin kimono to protect her delicate skin. Someone was searching for her. Someone who loved her very much. At first the deity was confused. The energy she sensed was different than Ren's. And yet she felt connected to it. As if the person seeking her out was her true mate and love. But how could that be? Didn't she love Ren? Wasn't he the one her heart was connected to?

Botan watched and waited for this mysterious man to arrive. It didn't take long. He seemed to fly into the air, bursting through heavy brush to land no more than ten feet from her. His back turned, he studied the surroundings with an expert eye, his posture defensive, as if waiting for someone to lunge out at him.

Botan studied him, a name slipping past her lips. A name she didn't recognize but felt that she should.

"Kurama."

The man turned around slowly to face her, his emerald eyes meeting and holding her amethyst ones.

Botan's breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.

He was handsome.

No, wait.

He was beyond handsome. Having features to rival any man's in the three realms. So taken by his ethereal looks was Botan that her voice failed her. The deity shook her head, wondering what was going on with herself. The vision before her was a mirage. He couldn't be real. No man could look like he did and be real.

And then the man spoke, his voice tentative as he called out softly, "Botan?"

Botan nodded despite herself. She began to sense something. Something she shared with this man alone. Joy and love. Her body acted on it's own accord, moving towards then enveloping the red haired man before her. She sobbed uncontrollably, realizing that this man was her true mate. And yet something else told her to let go. A dark voice more powerful than the small one that told her the opposite. She clenched her eyes shut. She wanted the voices to stop. She wanted to be free. "Help me. Help me please." The deity repeated over and over, knowing this man could help her.

And then he was torn from her grasp, sent backwards by another familar presence. At first the deity was terrified. She wanted to call out to this man, Kurama, to fight the power, to help her. But the darker voice won out and she submitted to it's will, standing still as the form of Ren came into view beside her.

She watched from outside herself, wanting nothing more to do with the scene, even as she heard herself reaffirming Ren's statement and saw herself kiss the dark haired man. She just wanted it to end. She wanted to wake up.

A soft sound, warm and soothing, entered her consciousness, drawing her away from her dream and towards wakefulness. Her ears registered the owner of the melodic voice as that of a woman's, but it was a voice she did not recognize. The song being sung triggered something deep inside the deity's mind. Something that had long been suppressed. Memories flashed before her. Memories of her childhood before Koenma had found and cared for her. She remembered a tall woman, with hair as long and blue as her own, cradling Botan close to her chest, rocking the little girl back and forth, singing her the same lullaby that the owner of the new voice was singing. Botan smiled. It was her mother. That was who the woman that held her was. It had been so long since she had seen her. So long since she had been a little girl. The deity took comfort from the memory and the song, the fear and doubt fleeing her heart and mind. Botan opened her eyes, blinking to clear her vision, a beige ceiling coming into view.

The singing stopped, drawing Botan's attention over to her right. The ferry girl's eyes fell upon the lithe frame of a woman with flowing raven colored hair and blue eyes that spoke of many things. Hurt, anger, grief and even fear. All this the deity saw within a span of a few seconds. It was as if the woman was at war with herself.

Ailia studied Botan impassively, the emotions she had displayed a few seconds prior gone as quickly as they had surfaced. She had seen the vision within the deity's mind and for some odd reason, wanted to give her comfort. And so Ailia had sung a lullaby that her own mother used to sing to her as a child long ago. Buy why had she really? Why should she care about Botan. What was the deity to her? Ailia questioned even as she maintained a calm demeanor. "Good morning, Botan." Ailia greeted in a even voice that betrayed none of the conflicting thoughts running through her mind.

Botan sat upright, lifting the covers off her before swinging her legs to the side. The deity cocked her head, studying the woman in curiosity. There was something familar about her. Something she felt she should know but couldn't remember. "Good morning." She returned the greeting. "Forgive my asking but who are you?"

Ailia smirked. Guess I should of added that in the mind alteration. She thought with an inward sigh. Oh well, I can always work on that later. "My name is Ailia."

"That's a pretty name," Botan commented as she gave a friendly smile. "Are you a friend of Ren's?"

Ailia fought back a laugh. Hardly. She wanted to say, but thought better of it. It would not do to upset Botan. At least not a such an early juncture. "I'm under his employ."

"And what is it you do?" Botan asked, her tone sincere, nothing more that an innocent inquiry into her job.

"I'm his assistant." Ailia replied, not bothering to add any detail to what it was exactly she assisted the gray eyed man with.

"Oh," The deity murmured softly, her gaze traveling slowly about the room before settling once again upon the dark haired woman. "Do you know where he is at the moment, there are some things I need to ask him."

Ailia frowned. She already knew what it was Botan was going to ask and it bothered her. She should be reveling in the deception that she had created for Ren. Should be glad for the ultimate suffering that would be inflicted upon the deity once she realized the truth. And for the weakening of her strength. For that is what the mind alteration technique was doing. It was weakening Botan physically and emotionally. And the longer it was allowed to go on, the weaker the deity would become. Even to the point of death. Because Botan was spiritually, physically and emotionally bonded not to Ren but rather Kurama. And to severe that bond was to sentence the deity and the kitsune to death.

Ailia had tried to explain that to Ren last night but like a love struck fool, he wouldn't listen. And now emotions that had not ruled the dark haired woman's mind for a long time were rising to the surface once more. Why do I feel so ashamed for what I've done? Ailia hadn't felt any guilt in over 500 years. No shame in her deeds after she was cast out of Reikai and left for dead all those years ago. So why now? What was it about being so close to the deity that tweaked her long dormant morality?

The past.

It was the past the two women shared.

Even though Botan had hidden the truth of her origins deep inside her mind in order to escape the pain of loss and the horror of what had happened that fateful day in Reikai, to Ailia those memories burned a hole in her heart, scorching her soul to the point that only hatred and loathing for her homeland and it's people remained. Her memories were an open wound, raw and exposed. Unhealing. A constant reminder of her purpose. Her one goal. To kill the man who had destroyed everything she loved and in doing so forced the very part of her that was good out of her heart and soul. The pain and rage had been too much for her tender mind and heart to take. So when the darkness called out to her, promising relief from her pain, Ailia accepted, surrendering to the darkness' call for sleep, giving into the need. The need to survive. To avenge her family.

In doing so, Ailia transformed into something more powerful, but infinitely more cold. Something without love or hope. A being of anger, hate and lust. Ailia had never looked back. But now, for some strange reason she could not fathom, the dark haired woman felt regret. Regret for what she had done to Botan. It was so much easier to hate your enemies when you didn't know them personally. But Ailia knew Botan. Knew her when she was a small child in Reikai. For both the deity and the Ailia hailed from the same village. And as such were bonded by a tragic past. The witnessing of Botan's memories had triggered Ailia's own. She now remembered the little girl with sky blue hair and inquisitive purple eyes. The girl that had been a friend to her dear son, Sota. And this recent revelation hurt her. For it also reminded Ailia of her lost family. So how do I deal with this? She wondered, trying hard to cope with her confused mind and heart. How do I deal with her?

"Miss Ailia?" Botan's voice called out softly, breaking through Ailia's thoughts. "Are you all right?"

Ailia looked over to the deity, her posture stiffening at Botan's concerned features. Something in the way she was looking at her made Ailia want to lower her head in shame. Stupid emotions! She snarled inwardly. She couldn't deal with what was happening, the conflicting thoughts waging war in her heart and mind were too much to deal with. And so Ailia allowed her darker self, the one who had been in control for close to 500 years, to emerge. "Yes. I'm fine." She answered coolly. Rising out of her seat, Ailia straightened her black pant suit, her features impassive once more. "As to your question of where Ren is, he is in the process of procuring a tailor to come here to measure you."

"Measure me?" Botan asked, her features full of confusion. "What for?"

"You will see." Ailia answered cryptically before turning and exiting the room, leaving a puzzled Botan to ponder the sudden change in the woman's behavior and the reasons for Ren's need to measure her.

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Hiei sat upon a thick bough of a maple tree, his small form hidden within the dark green foliage. His keen eyes remained fixed on the wide sidewalk below his perch that led directly to Sarasaki High School. Groups of students walked past, too self absorbed in their conversations to realize a powerful fire demon was watching them. Not that Hiei cared what they talked about or what they did. He had little concern for the needless ramblings and activities of such weak humans.

What did concern him however was finding Yusuke and Kuwabara. But where were they? Hiei was certain this was the school the two young men attended. So why haven't I seen them yet? The fire apparition narrowed his eyes, his features turning suspicious as an idea formed inside his head. It was possible that the two detectives had decided to skip school and go off on some stupid teenage entertainment ritual like playing games at the video arcade or a going to see a movie at a theater in the city. And Hiei didn't like that thought. Not one little bit. It meant more time would be wasted. Time they didn't have. Hiei was certain he could find Kurama and Botan within a day or two. But to do that he would need help. If those two morons don't show up soon, they'll be sorry they ever made me hunt them down. He growled inwardly, his features morphing from great annoyance to surprise as three familar chi's suddenly entered his senses. Well it seems they've decided to come after all.

Turning his attention behind him, Hiei shifted effortlessly around, his enhanced hearing picking up the rather animated tones of Yusuke and Kuwabara arguing about who the smarter man was. More like who the dumber one is. Hiei thought in wry amusement. A smirk traveled upon his lips. As much as the Youkai respected Yusuke and yes to a small extent, even Kuwabara, for their fighting skills, truth be told neither man was the brightest bulb in the world. And they're both too self absorbed in their verbal sparring to realize the stupidity of not paying attention to their surroundings. He added, his smirk turning devious at the thought that now ran through his head. Time for a little wake up call. The fire demon said inwardly, preparing himself for what he was about to do as he waited for the group to get closer.

"You know and I know, Urameshi, when it comes to test scores, I kick your ass every time!" Kuwabara proclaimed in his usual bragging tone as he puffed up his chest in great pride. The orange haired man walked at a brisk pace, keeping even with his other companions, Yusuke and Keiko. He had been after Urameshi ever since they had met up several blocks away to begin their walk to school to admit who the smarter man was.

Yusuke however wasn't about to admit defeat. Not even to the likes of his best friend. "The only ass that's going to get kicked is yours, Kuwabara," The dark haired detective replied, his features scrunched up in annoyance as he continued his verbal counterpoint. "I already beat your score of 70% in the math test last week didn't I?" He added with a triumphant smile that ticked off Kuwabara.

"Big deal, Urameshi!" The taller man snapped. "I still got over 75% in all my other subjects, so there!"

The two continued to snap back and forth with each other much to Keiko's dismay. She had been their silent companion ever since they all met up some time earlier in the morning and all the ranting was starting to hurt her ears. Don't they ever quit? She sighed inwardly, shaking her head in disgust as she picked up the pace, increasing the distance between her and the two detectives.

Keiko relaxed, the ringing in her ears lessening the further she moved away from Yusuke and Kuwabara. She was about to glance over her shoulder to see how far back they had fallen when a small black blur suddenly met her view, whisking her off the sidewalk and back up into the trees so quickly and quietly the human female had no chance to cry out for help. Keiko struggled at first against her captor, trying like hell to bite at the hand that covered her mouth only to stop as a familar voice spoke.

"Don't struggle! You'll throw both of us off!" Hiei whispered harshly, though his grip around her waist and mouth relaxed a little. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm merely trying to teach the detective a lesson in observation."

"Hiei?" Keiko murmured the second the fire demon removed his hand from her mouth. "Why did you ... "

"Quiet!" Hiei replied with a warning glare, his red eyes serious though that famous smirk of his remained. "Watch and learn." He added, tossing his glance back down at the sidewalk.

Keiko pursed her lips, following his instruction and then his gaze. What is it he's trying to prove by taking me up here? Is this some new kind of training they're working on? She wondered as she continued to watch and wait for Yusuke and Kuwabara to appear.

Sure enough, the two young men came into view. Keiko watched, waiting for Yusuke to realize she was missing. But despite her hope, the detective walked past but not before the young woman's ears picked up their conversation.

"Hey where did Keiko go?" Kuwabara asked, his features twisted in concern as he scanned the area before him.

"Don't worry about it," Yusuke replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "She probably ran on ahead so she could be the first to get to her class. She's just so in love with school you know. I think she loves it more than me." He added with a mock pout. "I'm starting to get jealous."

"Why would you be jealous of school, Urameshi?" Kuwabara inquired.

Yusuke through his companion a dark look but said nothing as they continued onward towards the school.

Keiko's blood pressure began to rise, her eyes darkening as she glared down at the retreating form of her boyfriend. How dare he act about her disappearance in such a nonchalant way! Didn't he care about her! Did he stop to think that maybe she hadn't gone ahead but had been taken away. Granted, it was just Hiei who was playing some kind of psychological game with her friends. But why hadn't he stopped to try to sense her presence. Or was it he couldn't sense her at all? Or was he serious when he said she was so in love with school that she would rather spend more time there than with him. How dare he say I love school more than him! She roared inwardly. Fists clenched, Keiko started to rise only to be drug back down by Hiei.

Keiko tossed an angry glare at the fire apparition. "Why did you do that!" She growled heatedly, her features questioning as she waited for him to answer.

Hiei gave no explanation. Instead he wrapped his arm around her waist and leaped high off the tree limb, landing silently upon his booted feet a few seconds later, directly behind Yusuke and Kuwabara who still remained engrossed in their conversation.

"But shouldn't we check to make sure Keiko's all right?" Kuwabara asked, still unaware that the girl was behind them, following the pair in stealthy silence.

"Will you stop being so damn paranoid, Kuwabara!" Yusuke growled in annoyance. "I don't sense anything remotely dangerous so relax about it will ya."

No sooner had the detective finished his sentence did Keiko, in a fit of unbridled anger, hurl her book bag forward, it's book laden contents smacking directly into the back of Yusuke's head sending the surprised teen rocketing face first onto the pavement below.

"Urameshi!" Kuwabara shouted as he moved quickly to his best friend's side. Crouching down, the orange haired teen reached out and pushed the smaller man's lean frame over and onto his back, revealing a swirly eyed Yusuke. "Hey Urameshi, you okay?"

The dark haired teen mumbled incoherently, his features dazed as Kuwabara shook him gently.

"Come on Urameshi, snap out of it will ya?"

Just then a familar presence filled his senses, causing Kuwabara to release his hold on Yusuke. Jerking his head to the side, the large man's gaze fell upon the still form of Hiei. "What the hell did you do to him, shorty?!" He snarled, his features and tone full of accusation as he rose angrily to his feet.

The fire demon did not reply, a surprised look flashing then fading as quickly as it had developed. Although part of him was amused at this sudden violent episode between the detective and his angered mate, he had indeed been rather startled at the action. Raising his right hand, the fire demon crooked his forearm towards his stomach, his index finger pointing to his left.

Kuwabara followed Hiei's motion, his angered eyes morphing into shock. "Keiko?" He murmured.

There stood his best friend's girl, no more than two feet away from Hiei, her posture and features full of a fury that could only be described as frightening. Man she sure is scary when she's angry. Kuwabara thought but kept it to himself as his gaze traveled briefly away from her to the black book bag lying at Yusuke's feet. So she's the one who attacked Urameshi after all. A look of concern marred his features as he returned his attention back to Keiko. Just how had she got behind them anyway? And why didn't I sense her presence or the shrimp's until now?

"Because you moron," Hiei spoke at last, the faint glow of his Jagan visible underneath his head band as he quickly read the larger man's mind. "I completely masked both of our chi's so as to avoid detection."

Kuwabara frowned about to ask him why he would do such a thing when Yusuke suddenly popped upright. "All right! Who the hell just hit me!" He snarled, his angered brown orbs darting about in fury for a few seconds before landing upon the pissed off form of his girlfriend who retorted heatedly,

"Yusuke you stupid jerk! How dare you say I care more about school than you!"

Yusuke frowned as he rose slowly to his feet. "What the hell are you talking about, Keiko?" He asked, wincing as the pounding in the back of his head increased. Absently he reached up and back to rub the sore spot, hissing slightly as his fingertips brushed against the swollen lump.

Keiko glared at Yusuke. "Don't act innocent with me, Yusuke! I heard what you said to Kuwabara!"

A sheepish look made it's way across the handsome detective's face. "Oh that," He replied with a teasing smile. "I was just kidding about that Keiko. Can't you take a joke, sheesh."

Keiko let out a huff, crossing her arms as she continued to glare at her boyfriend.

Hiei watched the display with mild amusement. Unable to resist, he said, "It seems your mate is rather upset with you, Yusuke. Though I can hardly blame her. Your apparent lack of observation in your surroundings could have very well cost Keiko her life."

At this, Yusuke's features grew hard. He noticed the anger flee Keiko's features and body posture, shifting to one of trepidation. What is going on here? He wondered. "What are you talking about, Hiei?"

"I'm talking about your lapse of observation, detective," Hiei answered, his features growing serious as he explained. "I wanted to test how aware you were to your surroundings, how close you were paying attention to what was going on all around you. So I took Keiko and hid her in the tree tops with me. I waited for a response and to no great surprise your powers of observation were about as impressive as when that orange haired buffoon over there opens his mouth to speak." He added tossing a nod in the direction of Kuwabara whose features instantly darkened.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, shrimp!" Kuwabara snapped, his posture and features growing defensive as he glared over at the fire demon. "Are you calling me stupid?!"

A smirk tugged at Hiei's lips. "Exactly."

"Why you ... " Kuwabara growled as he rolled back his sleeves. He started to stalk forward when Yusuke snapped his left arm to the side, blocking his friend's path.

"Kuwabara cool it!" Yusuke ordered, his tone calm and authoritative as his gaze remained fixed upon the fire demon. "Okay. I admit we weren't paying very good attention, but that doesn't explain why you're here, Hiei." And why you had to go and make me look like a complete jerk in front of my girlfriend. He added in silent irritation.

"Yeah, Hiei, why are you here exactly? And why are you standing so close to Keiko? Is that demon lady, Mukuro, not enough for you, now you got to chase after my friend's girl just like you do my Yukina?"

Hiei snorted, rolling his eyes in exasperation at the accusing tone of his sister's boyfriend. "No you mindless twit, I took Keiko briefly to show you the need to maintain constant vigilance." He answered in a reproving tone that bordered on disdain. I can't believe they're unable to figure this out on their own. Then again they're not all that smart to begin with. He thought, smirking inwardly. Shifting his gaze to Yusuke, Hiei added, "Had I been one of Ren's lackey's, Keiko would have been lost forever to you. You realize that now don't you, detective."

A cold fear gripped Yusuke's heart at the mere thought of anything happening to his beloved. He remembered the earlier conversations the other detectives had had at Genkai's. He remembered that Ren's group could also mask their energy signatures to the point of being undetectable. My God, He cried. They could take her from me and I wouldn't even realize it until it was too late. His features tightened, the knowledge of his mistake echoing painfully in his mind. "I see." He murmured, his gaze shifting over to Keiko who walked towards him, coming to a stop in front of him. She reached down and swooped up her book bag, sliding it onto her shoulder before coming to stand beside her boyfriend.

"But that still doesn't explain why you're here." Kuwabara cut into the conversation.

Hiei's features grew impassive, business like as he answered. "You need to head directly over to Genkai's."

"Why?" Yusuke asked, his features puzzled as he studied the fire demon. "Has something happened to the old hag?"

"No." Hiei replied. "But Koenma will be meeting us there at ten o'clock. He has something very important to tell you. And there are things we need to discuss. There are things that happened last night you must be made aware of."

"Like what?" Kuwabara asked.

A concerned look crossed the fire apparition's features but faded as quickly as it had come. "The ferry girl has been kidnapped."

The color drained instantly for the three teen's faces. "WHAT!" They cried in unison, causing the small Youkai to wince in pain.

After the ringing faded from Hiei's ears, he went on to explain all that had transpired.

"Poor Botan," Keiko murmured sadly. "And poor Kurama, too. What an awful thing to happen." She added, moving closer to Yusuke who, sensing her need for comfort and reassurance, reached out and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to him, lending her his strength in her time of need.

"And Kurama just broke off contact with you?" Yusuke inquired as he studied his Youkai friend. "That doesn't sound like him at all, does it?"

Hiei shook his head. "Kurama is not in his right frame of mind now. He's allowed his emotions to take over his reason. I fear for his safety as well as the ferry girl's. If we don't find them soon, they may both die."

"So I guess we need to come up with a plan to find them, huh?" Kuwabara asked.

Hiei nodded. "That's why you need to hurry to Genkai's."

"Now?" Yusuke asked, not bothering to hide the glee in his voice. Any chance to miss school was fine by him. Especially when the excuse is a good one. He added, his smile faltering a little as Keiko spoke.

"Don't even think about it Yusuke." She said, a warning tone filling her voice which Yusuke ignored.

"Botan and Kurama are in trouble, Keiko." He replied in a serious tone. "We have to help."

Keiko studied Yusuke a few seconds before a sigh of defeat escaped her lips. "Well if you're going to go I might as well come along too. They're my friends too and I want to help."

Yusuke let out a gasp, feigning a look of shock as he turned to her. "Keiko! Skipping school! What will your parents think?" He berated, his tone one of mock disappointment.

Keiko rolled her eyes at him. "Shut up, Yusuke." She replied darkly , though a smile tugged at her lips from his attempt at humor.

"Well now that's all settled, shall we go?" The detective asked.

Keiko and Kuwabara nodded, the three of them turned their attention back to Hiei who smirked at them before turning and walking away.

"Hey Hiei!" Yusuke shouted, noting that the fire demon was going in the wrong direction. "Genkai's is to the west of here."

"I know that." Hiei replied as he continued to move.

The head detective's frown deepened into a look of confusion. "Aren't you coming with us?"

Hiei stopped but did not turn around. "No." He answered in a soft tone that surprised everyone, even Kuwabara who just stared at the retreating Youkai's back. "You go on ahead. I'll catch up with you later." He added before disappearing from view, leaving the three teens to wonder just what was going on with the fire demon.

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Koenma stood inside his office, his adult form adorned in the royal garb that marked his station. His handsome features were twisted in concern as he went over everything he would tell Yusuke and the others. Having gone through it once with Hiei had helped to ease some of his fears. But how would they handle it? What would they think of him for holding back such information from them? "It doesn't matter," the Reikai lord whispered as he let out a heavy sigh. "They have a right to know."

"Lord Koenma," A soft, feminine voice spoke from somewhere behind him. "You sent for me?"

"So I did, " Koenma replied in an equally soft tone. Turning slowly around, he tilted his gaze downward, his tired golden brown orbs falling upon the petite frame of a red haired ferry girl. "I thank you for coming so early, Hinageshi." He added, noting with mild concern the pained reflected within the emerald pools of the small woman's eyes. The girl was young, no more than 40 in Reikai years. Little more than a child. Koenma knew Botan had been especially fond of Hinageshi, having taught her the way of ferrying souls into Reikai and the process and rules by which ferry girls lived and abided by. Hinageshi looked up to Botan. Thought of her as a big sister. And Koenma was certain the news of Botan's abduction hurt her more than just about anyone else under his employ. "Do you know why I sent for you?" He asked, trying to maintain his business like demeanor though as the seconds ticked by it was becoming harder to do so.

Hinageshi's features took on a confused look as she shook her head slowly. "No my lord, I do not."

Koenma drew in his breath and let it out slowly. He knew she might not like the task he was about to give her but it could not be helped. "Hinageshi," He began, pausing to make sure the girl was paying attention before continuing, "Effective immediately, you are hereby given the position of head ferry girl in Botan's absence."

Hinageshi stared up at Koenma, a look of shock upon her young features. "But .. my lord ... that's Botan's job .. I can't ... replace her ..." She stammered, tears forming in her eyes as she shook her head violently from side to side. "I don't want to replace her ... I can't do it .. I just .. can't!"

"Hinageshi you must take the job," Koenma insisted in a determined tone though his features were just as pained as the ferry girl's. "It is what Botan would have wanted."

"You speak as if she isn't coming back," Hinageshi retorted, her features darkening in anger. "I know she's coming back! She wouldn't abandon us! The others will find her! I know they will!"

Koenma maintain his composure, allowing the young woman to let out her pent up emotions before replying, "They will find her, Hinageshi. In the meantime, I'm counting on you to make sure things run smoothly. Can you do that for me? For Botan?"

Hinageshi let out a shaky sigh. Reaching up she wiped the tears away, she nodded. "For Botan I will."

Koenma smiled. "Thank you." He said in a grateful tone, watching as the petite woman bowed then turned and exited through the back office door and into the hallway that led to the internal offices and rooms of the palace.

"My lord."

Koenma's features grew tender, a smile lighting his features as he turned his attention to the right. There, near the outer office door, stood Ayame. The Reikai lord had sent out the word to all palace employees of Botan's abduction, wanting their full cooperation in whatever was to come their way. The news had been especially hard on all the deity's friends. Ayame was no exception. Upon hearing of Botan's kidnapping, the dark haired ferry girl had sought out Koenma wanting to know everything that had happened.

And so Koenma had told her everything. Even what had happened thousands of years ago. Ayame listened silently, allowing him to let loose his emotions. Her words were nonjudgmental, understanding of his reasons for not talking about his painful family past. They remained sitting next to each other on the love seat within Koenma's chambers. Talking well into the morning. "Ayame." Koenma whispered reverently as he began to walk toward her.

Ayame met him halfway, a warm smile gracing her lips. "Are you ready to leave yet?" She asked, tilting her sapphire orbs slightly upward until they met with the brown ones of her beloved.

"Am I ready? Not really." Koenma admitted with a sigh. "But I must go meet with my detectives. I owe it to them to help in anyway I can."

The ferry girl nodded, tilting her head downward to hide the concern that lingered upon her countenance. "I wish you a safe journey." She whispered, a gasp escaping her throat as she felt Koenma's arms suddenly wrap around her.

"I will be back soon, Ayame. I promise." Koenma whispered as he held her close. God how he wanted to stay like this. Just holding her. Alone with no one else around. But I can't have that just yet. Now is not the time. He reminded himself. Reluctantly, Koenma loosened his hold. But that doesn't mean I can't show her how I feel. Feeling daring, the Reikai lord brought his right hand up. Tucking his index finger under Ayame's chin, Koenma lifted her head upward until their eyes met and held. A tension filled the air between them. Unable to resist any longer, Koenma leaned forward and to the surprise of Ayame, pressed his lips against hers.

The ferry girl's eyes widened in surprise then relaxed. Reaching out, Ayame wrapped her arms around Koenma's neck, pulling his closer, deepening the kiss.

Now it was Koenma's turn to be surprised. Still he continued to kiss her, his lips becoming more demanding, his hands more daring.

"Ahem..." Someone coughed loudly from somewhere to the left of the Spirit world lord.

Koenma broke off the kiss abruptly, his face hardening at the sight of George staring at them. "What is it Ogre?" He growled, fixing a warning look upon the hapless blue oni.

"Shouldn't you be going sir? It's already close to nine in Ningen time. The others are expecting you."

Koenma sighed heavily. "Thank you, Ogre." He slid between gritted teeth. Thanks for interrupting the greatest moment in my life. He added silently, the resentment building within him but he quickly forced it back down, knowing that his oni assistant was right.

"You're welcome, sir." George replied, not bothering to hide the glee of ruining his boss's private moment.

Koenma pulled reluctantly away from his beloved. "I have to go." He spoke in a soft voice.

"I know." Ayame replied, a look of understanding marking her pretty features as she backed away from him.

Koenma turned to face George. "Take care of things while I'm gone." He instructed the blue oni. "If father should return before I get back, tell him that I need to speak with him. Tell him it concerns the common laws book. That should keep him from heading off anywhere else."

George nodded. "Yes lord Koenma."

Koenma turned back to Ayame. "I'll see you soon." He whispered to her before walking past her and out his office on his way to Ningenkai where the others were waiting for his arrival.

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Hiei stood upon the large tree branch that extended towards the window of Kurama's old bedroom, the steady glow of his Jagan visible beneath the white head band that he wore. The fire demon had arrived a short time ago, drawn by a strong suspicion that he felt needed to be confirmed. And confirmed it was as images formed, revealing the kitsune at his most vulnerable. A troubled look crossed Hiei's features as he witnessed the emotional breakdown of his best friend. So much suffering. He thought with a sad shake of his head. It bothered him to see Kurama in such an unbalanced state. Hiei had never seen Kurama shed tears before. Had never seen the kitsune's emotions waver as they did now. It rendered Kurama weaker, more prone to poor decision making. His grief will lead to his death if he's not careful.

Already the effects of the ferry girl's abduction were evident. Through his Jagan, Hiei had witnessed the wobbly posture his friend exhibited as he evaded his mother's questioning gaze and it worried him. He's grown ill already. Hiei frowned, the images fading until nothing more was revealed. So, kitsune, you masked your energy after leaving this house. Clever Kurama. Very clever.

Hiei opened his eyes, willing his Jagan closed. Standing here any longer is pointless. The fire demon grumbled inwardly, frustrated at not only Kurama's refusal for help but also the hundreds of places in which the deity could possibly be. He was certain Ren and his lackeys were masking Botan's energy just as Hiei had when he had tested such a tactic with Keiko. So where was the ferry girl? Where would I hide her if I were Ren? Hiei wondered. He continued racking his brain for several moments until an answer suddenly came to him. Pivoting sideways, the fire demon shifted his gaze away from the house towards the skyline of Tokyo, the high rise buildings gleaming in the morning sun that lingered low in the eastern sky. Of course. Hiei thought with a triumphant smile. Hadn't he picked up a tidbit of information from one of those annoying Kendo students in the restaurant the other day? Yes. Ren had family business to attend to. In Tokyo.

So that's where you're hiding her, you spineless worm. Hiei growled mentally, his angered eyes focusing intently on the city within his view. Another thought came to the fire demon. If Hiei had figured such a fact out, undoubtedly Kurama had as well. You've gone into the city have you, Kurama? Good. It would make it easier to track the kitsune down. But first Hiei had to head to Genkai's. Plans had to be made before they proceeded any further. We'll be meeting up with you soon, Kurama. Whether you want our help or not. Hiei vowed silently before leaping out of the tree and onto the grassy terrain below, his small frame a blur of black as he tore off, heading directly to Genkai's where the others awaited him.

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Genkai sat lotus style upon a small blue mat in the center room of her temple. A look of grave concern took hold of her wizened features, her troubled brown orbs focused somberly upon Yusuke who sat directly in front of her. The sudden and unexpected appearance of the detective on the front steps of her temple, along with Kuwabara and Keiko, had tripped off a warning light inside her mind. Genkai knew Yusuke had a tendency to skip school, but in all his times of playing hooky, never once had he drug Keiko along with him. The girl was too studious to do something stupid like not attend school. If Keiko was with Yusuke, something bad was in the works. And to Genkai's dismay, she was proven right.

Upon entering the temple, Yusuke relayed to his ex-teacher all that Hiei had told him, the attack on Jin and Touya, Kurama and Hiei's trip into Makai, Botan's kidnapping and Kurama's disappearance. Every once in a while, he would glance over in the fire demon's direction to make sure he wasn't leaving anything out. Hiei merely stood at his usual spot along the side wall, giving no indication that Yusuke was forgetting anything.

Genkai listened in silence, taking in the information the detective had given her, her features growing more and more troubled as Yusuke continued on. When at last he had finished, Genkai spoke. "So Ren has struck first blood," she murmured in a subdued tone, her gaze cast downward as her features grew contemplative. "I wonder what he will do next?"

"It's quite obvious what he will do next," Hiei commented in a voice laced with anger. "Ren took the ferry girl away from Kurama and now the kitsune has become emotionally and physically unstable. Ren preyed upon Kurama's weakness, the thing he held most precious to him. His mate. Ren will target what we hold most dear next."

Genkai brought her gaze up and to her left. Curious brown orbs studied the fire demon with interest. She could see something beyond that famous defensive posture and attitude that was Hiei's alone. It was brief, fleeting, but still Genkai had seen it. Pain. And fear. He's afraid. Genkai commented silently. Afraid of what will happen when Ren comes after the rest of us. And his sister. She added, shifting her gaze back to the silent form of Yukina who sat beside Kuwabara. "That is most likely what will occur." Genkai said in a calm voice, though her features darkened at the thought.

"Which is why we must find Ren before he finds us." A new voice entered into the conversation, causing everyone to turn their attention to the front of the room.

There, in the entry way, stood Koenma. And to his right, Yoh.

Hiei kept his usual impassive features intact while the rest of the gang focused beyond the Reikai lord, varying degrees of curiosity etched upon their features as they studied the blond new comer.

Before anyone could ask anything, Hiei spoke. "You're late, Koenma." He commented gruffly. "I was beginning to wonder if I needed to go back up to Reikai to drag your ass down here."

The brunette lord of spirit world shifted his gaze over to the shorter man, a look of great irritation twisting his handsome features. He parted his lips, about to snap out his response when Yoh stepped forward.

"Actually it's my fault, Hiei," Yoh said in soft tones, his actions quickly defusing the situation. "Lord Koenma had .. some trouble finding me here in Ningenkai. I gave him rather poor directions, I'm afraid." He added with an apologetic smile, his blue eyes holding the sincerity of his words.

"Hey, Hiei," Yusuke's voice interjected suddenly into the conversation, drawing the Youkai and the two Reigens attention directly to him. "Who's this guy? And how does he know you?"

Hiei brought his gaze back in front of him, his eyes relaying a message to Yoh who nodded, understanding exactly what the fire demon wanted him to say.

"Forgive me," Yoh started as he stepped closer to the group and introduced himself. "My name is Yoh, a citizen of Reikai." He added with a formal bow before righting himself again. Yoh relaxed his chi barrier, allowing everyone to sense the truth of his statement.

Genkai raised an eyebrow at what she sensed. Hmm. Another Reigen. How interesting. She commented inwardly while the rest of the group shifted their gazes from Yoh to Koenma, a look of askance still upon their faces.

"I take it he's a friend of yours, Koenma?" Yusuke asked. Although now certain that Yoh was telling the truth, he still wanted to know what the blond was doing at one of their meetings.

"Not exactly, Yusuke," Koenma answered as he turned towards his companion. "Yoh is the adopted son of Torandai. You remember what I told you about the head elder, don't you?" He asked as he turned back to the younger man.

"Yeah," Yusuke said with a frown, remembering the lecture he had received yesterday. "So what's he doing here?"

"I'm a friend of Kurama's," Yoh stated softly, a pained look taking hold of his features as he added, "and of Botan's as well."

A knowing look came over Genkai. Remembering what the blond had said upon his arrival she turned her attention over to Hiei. "And it seems he knows you as well, Hiei." The psychic commented directly to the fire demon who acknowledged her statement with a nod.

"We are acquainted, true enough." Hiei replied. "It was Yoh who tried to stop the kidnapper from taking Botan last night. Kurama and I found him bleeding to death when we went after the shinobi."

The pained look upon Yoh's face deepened, the words Hiei spoke bringing back the memories of last night. And of his inability to protect those he had sworn to keep safe. "Tried and failed." He murmured bitterly as he lowered his gaze downward, not wanting those he had just met to see the shame upon his features.

"But still," Kuwabara's deep voice echoed within the nearly silent room, "you tried. And that has to count for something."

Yoh lifted his head in surprise, his ears acknowledging the tone of respect in Kuwabara's voice. His startled blue eyes met the friendly dark ones of the orange haired detective. "You ... really think so?"

Kuwabara nodded. "Well, yeah. You acted like a man, and that's to be respected." He answered, a look of pride etching his rugged features. "And as men, it's our responsibility to look after those who need our help."

"Will you cut it out with all the macho crap, Kuwabara," Yusuke growled in irritation. "It's starting to annoy the hell out of me."

"Shut up, Urameshi!" Kuwabara retorted angrily as he shifted his attention back upon his best friend. "At least I know how to act like a man!"

Yusuke's features instantly hardened. "Are you calling me a wimp?" He grounded out between clenched teeth as he invaded his friend's personal space.

"If the label fits ..." Kuwabara replied with a dark smile, meeting Yusuke's hard glare with one of his own.

A spasm of irritation crossed the dark haired man's face but to his credit, Yusuke didn't lash out with his fists. Instead he gave as good as he got. "Hmph." He replied indignantly. Returning to his previous sitting position, Yusuke crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "And I suppose real men snuggle with kittens." He shot back in a low, mocking tone.

Kuwabara, knowing Yusuke was referring to his pet cat, snapped back, "You leave Eikichi out of this!"

"Make me." Yusuke replied, a taunting look upon his face that made Kuwabara even more riled.

The two men continued to argue back and forth, much to the irritation of the group and the disbelief of Yoh.

"Do they always act like this?" Yoh asked, his startled blue orbs watching the two detectives insult each other in loud, berating tones.

Koenma lowered his head, a sigh of exasperation flowing past his lips. "Yes, unfortunately."

The loud voices of Yusuke and Kuwabara were quickly silenced as a fed up Genkai roared, "WILL YOU TWO MORONS KINDLY SHUT THE HELL UP!"

The two detectives fell forward, startled for a few seconds by the ferocity and power in the small woman's voice before righting themselves again.

"Yes ma'am." Kuwabara murmured quickly, his large frame stiffening in apprehension.

Yusuke meanwhile tossed an aggravated look over at his former mentor. "What the hell did you do that for, grandma? You trying to blow out my ear drums?!" He snapped, wincing as the pain in his ears increased.

Genkai sighed heavily. "Of course not, you dimwit." She replied in an authoritative tone. "I merely wanted to shut you to up. Now is not the time for petty bickering. Botan and Kurama are in trouble, or did you forget that, Yusuke?"

Yusuke let his breath out slowly, a somber look coming over him as he lowered his gaze. "No. I didn't." He grumbled but kept the rest of his thoughts to himself as he grew silent.

Satisfied there would be no more interruptions, the psychic shifted her focus over to Koenma. "Now that everything's settled down, why don't you tell us why you're here today."

The spirit lord gave Genkai a nod and proceeded to tell the others what Yoh and Hiei already knew. When he was finished the group looked stared at him in awe and sympathy.

Yusuke, the first to recover his voice, spoke. "Wow. Man, that's pretty heavy stuff, Koenma." He commented with a shake of his head. "This Kagone sounds like real bastard."

"He is." Koenma said softly. "Which is why we have to find Botan and Kurama before he does."

"You really think he'd send soldiers down to Ningenkai to look for them?" Genkai asked, a worried look crossing her wizened features.

Koenma nodded. "I wouldn't put it past him. God knows how many people he hunted down and killed in the name of Reikai's purity law."

"And what about Ren?" Yusuke asked. "You really think he's a descendent of your brother?"

"I'm not sure, Yusuke. But we need to find out and stop him before he enters Reikai. Because if he does, all three realms will be plunged into another dark war. We can't afford for that to happen."

"We will stop him, if we find the ferry girl quickly," Hiei commented.

"So how do we go about that?" Kuwabara asked. "That Ren freak could have Botan hidden anywhere. She might even be in Makai for all we know."

A knowing smile crossed the fire demon's lips. "No. That spineless worm is closer than you think."

A collective gasp was heard before Kuwabara asked, "Where is he?"

"Tokyo." Hiei answered simply, his red orbs shifting over to a frowning Yusuke who asked,

"How do you know that, Hiei?"

The fire demon sighed. "Really detective, weren't you paying any attention to the conversation we had at the restaurant yesterday?"

Yusuke racked his brain, trying hard to remember what they talked about. "Uh ... could you refresh my memory, Hiei .. I kind of forgot."

Hiei's shoulders sank as he dropped his head in disbelief. Honestly, I don't know how he survived through all those tournaments. He growled inwardly but kept his comments to himself as he quickly explained.

"Oh yeah, now I remember." Yusuke said when Hiei finished, nodding his head in a series of quick movements.

Kuwabara narrowed his eyes as he stared at Yusuke. "Yeah, right Urameshi."

Yusuke caught the disbelieving tone in his best friend's voice. He threw a warning glance over to Kuwabara but didn't instigate anything as he returned his attention over to Hiei. "So how do you want to go about finding Botan and Kurama?"

Hiei lifted his head, a serious expression as he uncoiled his arms and relaxed them before pushing off the wall. "We'll split up into two teams. One will try to find the ferry girl while the other will track down Kurama."

"And how will we keep in touch with each other?"

Hiei turned to Yoh. "With Reikai communicators of course." He answered, nodding at the blond Reigen who reached into the pockets of his blue letterman's jacket and pulled out several small blue devices similar to the ones Koenma used.

Yoh handed one out to each person before taking his place beside Koenma once more.

Plans were then discussed and two groups formed.

As they prepared to leave, Yusuke walked up to Hiei, his handsome features troubled. "Hey, Hiei can I speak with you for a moment."

Hiei keep his gaze downward, a look of concentration upon his face as he studied the communicator in his hand. "I already know what you're going to ask, Yusuke." Hiei replied in a neutral voice. "It is risky to bring the women along but I'd rather have them by our side than alone and unprotected as the ferry girl was."

"I still don't like this idea." Yusuke countered as he shifted his gaze over to Keiko who stood talking in quiet tones with Yukina and Genkai. "What if Ren attacks us first, what if they try to hurt Keiko or Yukina." He paused, turning his attention back on the fire demon. "Have you given thought to what they might do to Yukina if they capture her?"

"I will send them straight to hell if they even lay one hand upon her." Hiei snarled in a low, malevolent tone, his features twisting into such an intense look of rage, Yusuke took a few steps back in fear.

Man, he really creeps me out when he's pissed. Yusuke thought but said nothing else as he shook his head. "Are you sure we can find them, Hiei?" He asked, turning his attention back on his girlfriend and away from the angered fire apparition.

Hiei drew in a breath and let it out slowly, allowing the anger inside to dissipate. I can't let my emotions control me. That's what happened to Kurama. He asked me to look after the others. And so I shall. He reminded himself as he relaxed his features, his voice impassive once again. "We will find them, Yusuke." Was all he could manage as he walked out the room and onto the front porch of Genkai's temple.

Hiei tilted his head, his red orbs idly searching the sky . We must find them. Before it's too late. For all of us. He thought, a dark look gracing his face as he walked down the steps and onto the stone pathway, his motions slow as he waited for the others to follow.

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Blood red was the sky above the great metropolis of Tokyo, signaling the setting of the sun as it lingered along the western horizon. A frigid coldness filled the air, wrapping it's icy sinews around the small frame of Hiei who stood atop one of the many high-rises littered around the central area of Tokyo. Frustrated red orbs stared down at the throng of people traveling to and fro along the wide sidewalks, seemingly intent on a singular purpose, whether it be to hurry home or to go out for a night on the town, Hiei cared not. What he was more concerned with, what was really bothering him, was the lack of progress in their search for Kurama and Botan.

Hiei's team, consisting of Kuwabara, Yukina and Genkai, scoured the downtown area, looking for something, anything that would help them locate the kitsune. But concentration was difficult for the fire demon, especially with Kuwabara in his group. He had originally planned on sending Kuwabara with Yusuke's group while keeping Yoh but the orange haired Ningen made such a fuss about protecting Yukina that Hiei relented. Besides, the look upon Yukina's face when Hiei had originally formed teams was so sad and disappointed that the fire Youkai didn't want to see her suffer anymore. I never could stand to see her upset. Hiei thought though his features remained irritated as he nodded his acceptance to Kuwabara's request. Yukina had been so overjoyed that she had actually ran over to her brother and hugged him. A slight blush formed on the small man's face, much to Kuwabara's annoyance.

Hiei smiled at the thought of aggravating the larger man. It was really the only highlight of the day. The rest of the time was spent searching every residential building within the Chiyoda ward, the very heart of Tokyo itself. And still we found nothing. Hiei clenched his jaws at the thought.

Yusuke's group had no better luck. Their search of the nearby Minato ward bringing forth no new clues to the deity's whereabouts.

And this frustrated the hell out of Hiei. I know you're here somewhere kitsune, along with your mate. The question is where? He shook his head, letting out a weary sigh. Night was fast approaching. The others had returned to their perspective homes, needing rest to begin again tomorrow. I should do the same. Hiei thought. It would do him some good to rest within the arms of Mukuro, to allow his weaker emotions to be exposed and comforted. But it bothered him to think about Kurama, all alone, his mind and body weakened, searching for the ferry girl who was also weakening. The uncertainty of her situation must be eating the kitsune alive. A frown formed upon the small demon's face. I swear Kurama, if something happens to you before you find the deity, I will make sure your death is avenged my friend. He vowed silently, fighting back the guilt he felt as he disappeared from view, heading reluctantly back to his home world where Mukuro waited for him.

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A cold darkness consumed Kurama's mind, his body disobeying his commands as he leaned heavily against the side wall of a large brick building. The narrow alley way served to hide his shaking frame from the mass of people that walked by. He had spent all day walking, never drinking, eating or resting as he searched out the whereabouts of his beloved. His mother had tried to get him to eat before he departed but the kitsune refused. He didn't want rest or food or drink. He didn't care about his needs. All that concerned him was finding Botan. Nothing else mattered. He did not deserve rest or comfort. He had failed his mate. And until he found her again, he would not partake in anything that might take time away from his search.

So far though, the hunt had proved rather unsuccessful. He had tried looking at the society papers and the deeds for certain buildings throughout town but so far had come up empty. No one had ever heard of Ren Kurayami or knew where he was currently residing at. That snake has to be here somewhere, but where? The kitsune wondered.

A sudden intense pain flared in his chest causing Kurama to gasp. Reaching up, he clenched his chest, his grip bunching up the green sweater he wore underneath his open red letterman's jacket. He had chosen the jacket from his old collection, wanting to wear something different than what he saw in his nightmare. As if that would stop it from happening. But now, the nightmare was returning. Only this time, Kurama was awake to witness it. He could feel his life force leaving his body. I can't let .. it end like this! He growled inwardly, trying to force the darkness he felt pressing down upon him away but in vain. He had pushed himself too hard, the pain of being separated from the deity along with the lack of sleep and fluids was wreaking havoc with his senses. Kurama shook his head, trying to clear it only to fall forward in exhaustion. He landed face first, his body making a loud thud as he collapsed onto the dirty pavement below. Kurama let out a sigh, his head tilted to the side, strands of red hair clinging to the sweat glistened skin upon his handsome features, his weary emerald eyes staring outward as his unfocused gaze settled upon the wall within his vision. Botan. Botan where are you? He wondered, his last thoughts upon his mate as his eyelids slowly closed and his body grew still.

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Botan stood before the column of windows that lined the side wall of Ren's loft, her lean frame swallowed by the growing darkness of night as the sun settled in the west. Amethyst eyes remained focused outward, her idle gaze falling on the more mountainous landscape west of the Kanto plain. Normally, Botan would have marveled at the unobstructed view within the borders of Tokyo but her mind was elsewhere. She had withdrawn into herself, her thoughts revolving around the red haired man in her dream and Ren's reaction to the mention of his name.

When Ren had returned home, Botan at first tried to talk to him. But the gray eyed man seemed more interested in barking out orders to the tall, wiry man who was measuring her dimensions than listening to what she had to say. All that changed when she mentioned the name Kurama. His features had darkened, his eyes hard as he sent the tailor angrily away. Botan noticed the furious look he threw at Ailia who stood a few feet away and she wondered why he was so upset with her. Just what had the woman done?

Botan listened in surprise as Ren returned his attention upon her, explaining to her that Kurama was not to be trusted. When Botan had asked why, Ren had replied that Kurama wanted to kidnap Botan for his own nefarious purposes and her only protection was to stay in the loft until it was time to visit Koenma. And with that he took off, explaining he had some errands to run, leaving the deity with Ailia who watched over her.

Botan felt confused. Why did Ren dislike the red haired man so much? And why did I dream of him in the first place? What connection does he have to me? She wondered, unable and unwilling to stop thinking about him. I feel like I know him. That he's important to me, but why? Why can't I remember? A sudden, rather intense pain filled her body and the deity cried out, falling forward, her palms pressed against the window in an attempt to stop her movement. What is wrong with me? She wondered in fear. She could feel her body weakening. As if someone had reached inside her heart and was seeking to rip it from her. Her life force was fading, she could feel it slip away, helpless to stop it. Botan's lips moved but she had not the strength to talk, no words issued though her mind spoke. Someone.. please ... help me!

A short distance away, Ailia sat at the head of Ren's table, her blue orbs focused upon the small book open before her, but read half heartedly, her mind more engrossed with the earlier events than in the printed words within her view. Hours had passed since Ren had last been home. Hours since he had brought the tailor to measure the deity's frame before leaving once again. She suspected his absence had more to do with what Botan had confronted him with than any outside job he had to attend to. What a fool he is. She thought as she continued to watch Botan, her mind going back to what her leader had said.

Ailia ignored the angry stare Ren had threw her way. She knew he blamed her, but Ailia didn't care. Did he not remember what she had told him. That by completely severing the bond between Kurama and Botan he would kill the deity and the kitsune. She was also amused by what he had said, biting her cheek to keep from laughing in disbelief. Ren's explanation for who Kurama was and what he wanted was nothing more than a lie. For in truth, Botan was the victim of Ren, not Kurama.

And yet the deity had believed him.

Or so Ren had thought as he left, instructing Botan to remain inside, with Ailia.

But I know better. The dark haired woman thought with a scowl, having read the deity's mind a short time ago.

Botan was in fact, consumed with thoughts of Kurama. Of who he was and why he seemed so important to her. Images flashed, memories Botan did not recognize but where still there, things Ailia had missed when she had altered the deity's mind.

She still loves him, even though she can't remember. Ailia thought with a shake of her head as she shut off the passive link, not wanting to see anymore. As much as she was interested in seeing Kurama, it felt rather improper to witness the past between the kitsune and the deity. Even in Botan's altered state of mind, Kurama still roamed. Still had some influence over the ferry girl's heart and soul. And Kurama will do whatever it takes to find her. Even die for her. He loves her that much. Ailia thought, her heart constricting in pain, anger and jealousy. No one had come to her aid when she needed it. No one was there to protect her loved ones when Jaisetsu was burned to the ground and her family murdered.

Her husband, Sojo.

Her son, Sota.

Gone.

Ailia grit her teeth, clenching her eyes shut as she tilted her head downward. What the hell is wrong with me! I cannot let these emotions gain control! She snarled inwardly, taking slow and steady breaths as she willed the anger to dissipate only to frown at the sudden words that entered her mind. Someone ... please ... help me!

Ailia's eyes snapped open, her head whipping to the side, a look of surprise marking her features at the fading energy she sensed, her eyes widening as she witnessed the deity collapse onto her knees. Without thought, the dark haired woman jumped out of her seat, rushing to Botan's side, catching her before she fell completely over.

"Help .. me .. please ..." Botan whispered so lightly, Ailia had to strain to hear it.

A look of concern marked the dark haired woman's features as she stared over at the deathly pale woman beside her. Oh great! She growled inwardly at the faint life energy that still remained within Botan. She's dying! If Botan died, so to would their ability to access Spirit world. I can't let that happen. Not after everything we've gone through to achieve our revenge. With determined features, Ailia pulled Botan upright, wrapping the deity's left arm around her neck. Ailia then wrapped her right arm around Botan's waist and led her quickly over to the leather couch in front of the TV. Gently, but with a sense of urgency, Ailia settled Botan down upon the cushions, removing her hold before crouching down beside her. Reaching out, Ailia placed one hand upon the deity's forehead and the other just above her heart. Here goes nothing. She thought before closing her eyes and concentrating.

A white glowing light erupted from the dark haired woman's hands, the energy flowing into Botan's skin, which slowly returned to it's natural color, her breathing becoming more normal and her heart beat more steady. Satisfied she had succeeded in saving the deity, Ailia withdrew her hands and rose to her feet. A gasp of pain escaped her throat as Ailia tried to fight off the wave of dizziness that swept over her. She needed more energy than I thought. Ailia began to walk away only to stop as she suddenly heard Botan's voice.

"Miss.. Ailia?" The deity called out softly. "Are ... you ... all right?"

Unbelievable. Ailia thought with a frown. Even when she's dying she cares enough to ask how someone else is doing. Such a strange creature. The dark haired woman turned around slowly, her features detached and her voice controlled as she answered as she began to walk away once more. "I am fine. You need to rest though. Perhaps you should turn in for the night."

Botan however was curious. She knew she had been dying although she didn't know why. And if what she had sensed a few seconds ago was real, she might get some answers. "You're from Reikai, aren't you, Miss Ailia."

Ailia gasped, stopping dead in her tracks. Snapping a look over her shoulder, the dark haired woman stared at Botan in shock. "What?"

"Just now, when you gave me some of your own energy to save me, I sensed your true self. You are from Reikai. I know that now." Botan said, her features contemplative as she studied the taller woman. "And since you are from Reikai that can only mean that Koenma sent you to watch over me."

A look of anger flashed across Ailia's face. The mere mention of the Reikai lord's name brought such loathing that it nauseated her. How she wanted to kill the man. Kill him for his failure. His failure to help her. You weren't there for me that day, Koenma. You never came when I called. Where were you when I needed you? Such thoughts burned like hot fire within her darkened mind. Why did he abandon her? Why did he ...

"Miss Ailia? What's wrong? Are you ill now too?"

Ailia's features twisted into a scowl at the concerned tone in the ferry girl's voice. I don't want her to know. It might ruin everything. But would it really? Would telling Botan the truth about Koenma and what happened that day, really ruin everything. "Nothing is wrong." She answered softly as she came to a decision. "In fact everything is just fine."

"Oh. Okay then." Botan replied, though a troubled look remained upon her face as she watched Ailia stride over to the recliner to the right of the big screen TV before settling down upon it. "You just seem so ... upset when I mentioned Koenma."

Ailia smiled. "Tell me something, Botan. Do I seem familar to you at all?" She asked, not bothering to answer the deity's question.

Botan sat up slowly, a thoughtful look gracing her pretty features as she studied Ailia. "Yes." She admitted with a slow nod of her head. "You do seem familar to me. Have we met in Reikai before?"

Ailia paused, closing her eyes as she thought back. "The last time I saw you, you were no more than five years old."

The deity's eyes widened at the statement. "You knew me as a child?!" She exclaimed, the shock and hope evident in her features as she stared at the older woman. If what she was saying was true then that meant ... "Are you from ... the same village as I am? Are you from Jaisetsu, too?"

Ailia nodded. "I am." She answered simply. "I knew your parents. They lived a few houses down from my family. You were friends with my son, Sota."

"Sota?" Botan repeated, testing out the word, her mind frantically searching for the memory. And it came to her. A little boy with dark hair and bright blue eyes. "I ... remember ..." She replied excitedly only to have her features fall as she remembered something else. "But .. that day .. the soldiers. They came .. and .. and ... " Botan tried but couldn't finish.

"And killed everyone. Burning the village to the ground." Ailia finished for her, the bitterness evident in her voice. "Killed because of the rumor of a tainted bloodline. Because of my bloodline." She added with such venom, that Botan stared at her in shock.

"Your .. bloodline?"

Ailia nodded, the fury and rage she felt brimming to the surface as her eyes darkened from the memory. "I was the one. The one they were after. My mother was human. I had no idea at the time. My father raised me in Reikai, taught me the old ways, tried to make sure I had no interest in Ningenkai but I couldn't help it. Part of my soul belonged there. And so I decided to work for Koenma, as a ferry girl, so I could visit the human world. I was a good worker. I never complained. Even when my named was changed to Kiku."

"But why was your named changed?"

Ailia noted the confused look upon the deity's face. "All ferry girls, when hired, take on the name of a flower. It is the tradition of the court."

"Then .. my name is not really Botan?"

"No." Ailia replied softly. And had you not been brought here, I would have never known the truth. She added silently. "Your true name, the one your parents gave you, was Moriko."

"Moriko?" Botan whispered, testing out the sound of her given name. It was pretty. Even the meaning, "forest child," had a nice ring to it. A small smile lit up her face. "Moriko." She repeated softly before asking. "Then is your original name Ailia?"

"Yes." She replied. "It was the name I answered to back in the village. But I will never hear my husband, Sojo, or my son, Sota, utter it again. I lost them that day. That day when Kagone attacked."

A sudden realization came to Botan. "Oh my God. You were the one Koenma was looking for that day."

At this, a confused look flashed across Ailia's features. "What?" She whispered. "You mean .. he came looking for me?"

Botan nodded. "He never told me the name of the ferry girl he was looking for but it had to be you. It just had to be." She replied, her brow furrowing at another thought that entered her consciousness. "But why did you not return to the palace? Where have you been all this time?"

Ailia let out a shaky breath, surprised at the pain that filled her heart as she continued her dark confession. "When I .. found my family, I tried to revive them, tried to return their souls to their bodies but I ... couldn't. I cried for some time holding my dead child in my arms .. and that's when ..." She paused, trying to put in words what had happened to her.

"And that's when ...?" Botan whispered encouragingly.

Ailia swallowed. "And that's when Kagone showed up. He found me alive .. I saw him and tried to fight him but he was just too strong ... He just kept .. hitting me and hitting me until I passed out from the pain. When I awoke, I was in Ningenkai. And so I've remained for nearly 500 years."

"You've survived for over 500 years outside of Reikai?" Botan said in a tone of awe. "But how is that possible? Wouldn't you die for so long outside of Spirit world?"

"Well, I'm still alive so that theory is flawed." Ailia replied with a smirk, somewhat amused by the deity's childish fascination. "Why do you ask?"

Botan frowned. Why did I ask that question. Why was I so anxious to know how she survived for so long. The answer was on the tip of her tongue but the deity couldn't give a reason why. "It's nothing, really." She replied before adding. "I'm sorry for what happened. I didn't know."

"How could you know?" Ailia said, her tone more cool than she intended. Talk of the past was stirring up her hatred and for some reason, she didn't want to direct it at the ferry girl. "I think we've talked enough on the subject, don't you?"

Botan nodded, watching as the taller woman rose to her feet. "I have one more question. I was hoping you could help me answer?"

"What is it?" Ailia asked but did not look in the ferry girl's direction.

"A few minutes ago, I felt my energy fading. I felt myself dying. Do you know why that would be?"

Because something bad has happened to Kurama. Ailia thought but kept the truth to herself. "I have no idea." She lied before walking away towards the spare bedroom. She opened then closed the door behind her, leaving a puzzled Botan alone in the darkened confines of Ren's living room.

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Crap, crap, crap! I hated this chapter. I'm sure you could tell by how long it took me to finish it. Seems I'm suffering from a rather long case of burnout. I didn't even touch this chapter for two weeks. I just wasn't motivated at all. If there are errors, I apologize. Once again, I had to put the Kuwabara/Yukina date on the back burner. Seems I can't freaking get to the parts I want to. Plus I wanted to make the date nice. Especially for all those Kuwabara/Yukina fans out there. ::Smirk:: You know who you are! It will take up a good portion of the next chapter. I want to have a little humor before I delve into the darker aspects of the attack Ren is about to unleash upon the detectives. I will give you a synopsis but don't be surprised if what I write turns out to not take place in the next chapter.

Koenma here with some rather troubling news. Just as Kurama finds out the whereabouts of Botan, the other detectives come under the wrath of Ren who begins his assault, striking first at Kuwabara then Hiei who steps in to protect his sister. While Yusuke meets up with his computer teacher Mr. Shinato who does something unexpected. Will any of them survive these confrontations and will Kurama be able to save Botan before she is completely turned to Ren's side? Find out next time in chapter 34--A Brother's Love.

Now then, when and if you review please indicate whether you want a happy or a sad ending to this. I want to know your thoughts.