Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ After the Fall ❯ The End of All Things ( Chapter 35 )

A/N: Sorry for the long delay but you see, recently, I've been taking two weeks off after an update. Yes, I'm being lazy but I'm so freaking tired that I need time for my motivation to rebuild. Also I've been rather occupied as of late with my Xanga site. A fun stress reliever, what can I say?

And I big shout out to Spooky-Dono, the Sorceress and Wriggz for taking a few moments to comment on my story. I'm glad you guys like my drivel and I hope you enjoy this as well!

A/N: The symbol, ####, denotes flashback sequence.

Chapter 35-- The End of All Things

Kyoto.

The ancient and spiritual capital of Japan. Second only to Mecca in terms of annual visitors. Spared from the bombings that destroyed other urban centers during WWII, Kyoto maintained the cultural heritage of Japan, allowing people to see what life was like during the days of the Samurai.

For Yukina, an ice maiden from the land of Makai, this experience was indeed an eye opener. In the three years she had been living within the human world, rarely had she set foot outside of Tokyo, fearing she would be looked upon as a strange girl, out of place with the rest of ningen society. Perhaps even scorned. Simply for being different.

It was typical for humans to fear that which was different or unknown. Yet, Yukina harbored no ill will towards them. She was too gentle and trusting of a soul to hate anyone. Besides, how could she hate ningens when she held strong feelings for one of them. Kazuma. Yukina thought with a wistful smile as she shifted her gaze up and away from the exhibit of native song birds, focusing her attention upon the rugged features of Kuwabara who stood beside her.

The pair had arrived at Seikyo Aviary short time ago, both excited as they entered the massive domed shaped building in the northern part of Kyoto near the Kamo river. Kuwabara had been the perfect gentleman, escorting her slowly through each open area, stopping now and again as the birds that lived with the vegetated exhibits flocked around her, singing such songs of praise and welcome that the ice maiden simply couldn't ignore. She had noted the amazed look upon Kuwabara's face at how the birds responded to her presence and her heart felt lightened by this.

He was, in many ways, as innocent as she in terms of the real world. They both held a fondness for nature and the creatures that lived within it's realm. And though it wasn't the only thing Yukina loved about Kuwabara, it was this love of nature that had endeared the street fighter to the ice maiden's heart. Such a gentleman he was. So kind and gentle. And I do care for him. Even if he is rather silly most of the time. She shifted her gaze back to the exhibit as a trio of chickadees flew toward her. Hopping onto the dark green railing that lined the gray stone pathway that led out into the next area, the birds began to sing in light little voices, dancing about, showing off just for her. Yukina smiled at their antics, her crimson eyes aflame with joy as she let out a happy laugh.

Kuwabara turned his head, a fond smile lighting his features at the way Yukina was laughing. He loved to hear her laugh, it was light, playful even. So much so that the street fighter couldn't help but laugh in response. It lightened his heart to see her enjoying herself. After all, the ice maiden had been through a lot since being in Ningenkai.

And all because of humans.

Kuwabara frowned, remembering the time he had rescued Yukina from the crime lord Tarukane who had kidnapped the ice maiden in order to make a fortune off her tears. Tears that crystallized and formed into priceless jewels.

Tarukane had tortured the nearly defenseless girl endlessly, extracting from her the prize his greedy soul so coveted. The ticket to endless wealth. Kuwabara and Yusuke had done their best, defeating the strong man Toguro and thus securing the safety of Yukina. Even though the incident had been solved over three years ago, the memory of those events still lingered upon Kuwabara's consciousness. He had feared that Yukina would end up hating humans because of the actions of one vile man. All he could do at the time was apologize for it. Over and over again until Yukina had told him it was all right. It was in the past. Still, Kuwabara had made it his mission to show Yukina that not all humans were bad. That some of them were just as loving, kind and gentle as she was. And in this vow had added the goal of winning his lady fair's heart. Perhaps today, I'll have enough guts to tell her how I really feel. Kuwabara continued to silently admire Yukina, his eyes widening in surprise as he suddenly felt the touch of the ice maiden's hand upon his own.

It was gentle, comforting even, the way in which her hand rested upon his own. At first the street fighter had thought her action to be impulsive, a simple expression of the happiness she felt. But that all changed when the ice maiden turned her gaze towards him. A lump formed in his throat at the open fondness he could see within her eyes, his heart skipping a beat at the tender way she now addressed him.

"Kazuma?"

"Yes, Yukina?" Kuwabara replied, trying in vain to calm the sudden pounding of his heart. He felt a warm heat spread across his face at her tone. He knew he was blushing but he didn't care. All he cared about was what the ice maiden would say to him next. Maybe she'll even confess her feelings to me. He thought hopefully as he waited for her to speak.

Yukina favored him with a smile, a slight blush forming on her face as she noticed the intensity of his gaze. "Thank you." She whispered, her gaze shifting back to the birds as she added, "For bringing me here."

Kuwabara held back the sigh of disappointment creeping up his throat. Reminding himself that there were plenty of opportunities left to hear a confession from his lady love, the orange haired detective gathered his composure and replied in an equally soft voice, "You're welcome."

The two remained standing in contented silence, watching as the birds continued their antics.

About fifty feet away, a tour group of twenty people came to a stop in front of a nearby exhibit, among them the small figure of Hiei, his features a mask of great annoyance and impatience. Ever since entering the aviary, the fire demon had forced himself to blend in with the crowd of ningens, though his eyes never lost sight of his sister and her ...date. He was still having difficulty accepting the fact that Yukina spent so much time with Kuwabara. A small part of him realized it was not his decision as to who his sister could or couldn't love. But why the moron? Hiei wondered What the hell did she see in Kuwabara that the fire demon couldn't?

Hiei was suddenly drawn out of his thoughts as a loud chorus of "Aws" erupted around him. The crowd of sightseers that surrounding him closed ranks, evading the fire demon's personal space to the point that breathing became difficult. It didn't help matters that the people scrunched up against him were doused in some kind of heavy cologne, causing his nose to twist in irritation. Humans and their stupid masking scents. He grumbled angrily. Though he could not see what the ruckus was all about, he had a good idea it had something to do with Yukina. The animals always did tend to gravitate towards her. He thought with a small smile, remembering the display of affection the little birds had given his sister a few moments ago.

He was tempted to use his Jagan, in order to see what was truly going on but decided against it. Using such things would only alert Yukina and Kuwabara to his presence and despite disapproving of this date, Hiei didn't want to ruin his sister's time away from the temple. But I can't lose sight of them either. "Move it." Hiei growled in a dark tone, hoping it was enough to scare the people around him.

Nothing happened.

Hiei drew in a breath, forcing down the urge to beat through the throng of humans. A sudden inspiration came to him. I may not be able to use my Jagan, but I can still get out of this crowd. He thought, an evil smile tugging at his lips as he lifted his right hand up to his waist. A small red flash ignited at the tip of his index finger which the fire demon promptly used to set fire to the seat of the large man standing in front of him. In a shocked voice that sounded so unlike him, Hiei suddenly cried out, "Oh my God! Look at that!"

The crowd instantly came to attention, their gazes focusing on the orange flame quickly consuming the large man's jeans, their shouts of concern reaching his ears. The man jumped, sent into panic mode not only by the cries of the people but the now blistering flame attacking his backside. "Ah! My ass is on fire!" He shouted fearfully as he leaped around, his meaty hands swatting heavily against his butt, knocking several people over in an attempt to put out the flame.

Hiei smiled in amusement. Now afforded a clear view, his gaze swept the area, his eyes focusing upon the retreating forms of Yukina and Kuwabara who disappeared into the next exhibit. He started forward, attempting to escape only to come to an instant halt as a rather strong hand seized his shoulder.

"And just where do you think you are going young man?" A feminine voice called out sternly before turning him around to face her. "Don't think I didn't see you pull off that little stunt."

Hiei glared up at her, recognizing the tall, brunette as his tour guide. "Look lady, I don't care what you think you saw, I don't have time or the inclination to explain myself." He growled threatenly. "So unless you want to spend the rest of your life without your right hand, I suggest you let me go."

The brunette glared back at him but complied, releasing her hold upon his shoulder.

The fire demon smirked, about to turn around when the tour guide suddenly latched her fingers around his right ear, her grip surprisingly painful as she began to speak. "That's it kid! You're coming with me!" She shouted angrily as she marched away, dragging a very surprised and very pissed off Hiei along with her.

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Kurama walked slowly down a narrow street within Toshima ward, his keen eyes missing nothing as he surveyed the terrain. Normally he would have taken the time to admire the older streets and buildings that represented the old Tokyo, or Edo as it was once known. But not today. Today he was searching for Botan. And with him, his friends. As promised, the fox spirit had traveled to Yusuke's apartment, meeting up with not only the head detective but Keiko, Ayame, Koenma, Yoh and Genkai. Together they set out into the city, this time concentrating their search to the northern wards, starting with Toshima.

Kurama tossed a look over his shoulder, his gaze falling upon the somber faces of Koenma and Ayame who lagged slightly behind the rest of the group. Something was troubling them. That much he could tell. The pair had been strangely silent ever since meeting up at Yusuke's. I wonder what's wrong? Could it be they found out some new information about Botan's kidnappers? Kurama frowned. No. That doesn't make sense. He countered as he returned his attention back in front of him. They would have said something. So what was it? And why do I have a feeling I won't like it.

Koenma let out a quiet sigh of relief as the kitsune turned his head back around and away from him. The toddler lord had done his best to remain calm and collected during his time around the detectives but could not shake the despair completely from his consciousness. Not after what had happened upon his return to Reikai last night.

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Koenma rested against the back of Ayame, smiling at the warmth that radiated from the ferry girl as they zoomed across the starlit Reikai sky upon her oar. Night had always felt different in his home world, more subdued, peaceful than what occurred in the realm of Ningenkai. And yet for some strange reason, he could find little comfort in the darkness. Koenma couldn't give answer to the sudden unease that prevailed upon his consciousness. Though they had failed once again to find Botan or Ren, Kurama had turned out to have recovered some of his reasoning and was functioning well enough to continue on with the search in the morning. That should have been good news.

But Koenma knew unless they found Botan soon, he would lose not only his most trusted ferry girl but the most intelligent detective he had ever employed. That alone, however wasn't the sole reason for his sudden concern. There was something else. Some intangible menace that hovered nearby, as if waiting to pounce upon him like a predator lying in wait for his unsuspecting prey.

Koenma shook his head, trying to rid himself of such thoughts. That's ridiculous. He chastised himself. It's nothing but my stupid imagination acting up on me again. But why did the fear still remain? Why did he become more and more uneasy the closer Ayame flew them towards the palace?

"My lord?" Ayame called out gently, the concern unmistakable in her voice.

Koenma flinched, startled at the sudden intrusion upon his thoughts. "Yes, Ayame?" He whispered in response, his voice distant, though his heart skipped a beat at the sudden clasping of the dark haired ferry girl's hand around his own.

"You're shivering. Is something wrong? Are you feeling ill?"

"No." Koenma replied quickly, his tone ringing hollow though he continued to deny the rising fear in his heart and mind. "Nothing's wrong. It's just a little chilly out tonight. Don't you agree?"

Ayame remained silent, as if to protest his words though to her credit she did not question him. "Yes. I suppose it is."

Koenma let out a relieved sigh, though inside he was still riddled with anxiety.

They flew beyond the palace gates, landing silently upon the open court a few seconds later. No sooner did Ayame dematerialize her oar, than George came rushing out all in a panic.

"Lord Koenma, Lord Koenma Sir! You need to come inside quickly!"

"What's the matter this time, Ogre?!" Koenma addressed his servant in agitation. "Did the other oni's mix up the judgment lists again?"

George's features grew wounded. "Why do you always blame us for that?" He retorted in a whining tone of voice. "It's your job too you know."

Koenma closed his eyes in annoyance. "We'll you stop feeling sorry for yourself and answer my damn question!" He commanded sharply.

George jumped at his boss's words but complied, drawing in a breath before letting it out in a huff. "It's your father, sir." He began, reaching up to wipe away the beads of sweat that had accumulated upon his forehead. "He's just come back from his northern business trip and says he needs to speak with you." He paused, the anxiety visible upon his blue oni features as he added with emphasis. "Now."

Koenma paled at the statement. Of course. He thought in realization. No wonder he had been feeling nervous. His father was back from his trip. And from the sounds of it, he's not too happy with me. "Did he say what it was he wanted to speak with me about?" The spirit lord asked George.

The blue oni shook his head. "No sir. But from the way he's been acting during your absence I'd say he's ticked off about something."

Koenma closed his eyes, a weary sigh escaping his lips. True he had wanted to speak to his father but had hoped to do so under more congenial circumstances. "Very well. I'll go to him." He said after several tense seconds of silence. Koenma began forward, determined to take whatever news or punishment his father wanted to dole out to him only to stop as a hand suddenly wrapped around his own. He looked down, eyes widening in surprise then tenderness as he noticed the delicate fingers of Ayame entwine within his own.

"Not alone, Lord Koenma." Ayame whispered, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I wish to go as well."

Koenma brought his gaze upright, a beaming smile upon his face as returned her gesture. "Of course."

The two of them entered the building then quickly up the several flights of stairs before heading down the hall and into the special corridor marked solely for King Enma himself. Stopping before the massive oak doors that marked the entrance to Enma's domain, Koenma raised his free hand up, forming a fist then tapping lightly against the wood frame.

"Come in." A deep, booming voice called out.

Koenma gave a small troubled look over at Ayame before reluctantly loosening his hold from her hand and pressing his palms against the door closest too him. He pushed hard, gritting his teeth as the heavy weight of the door slowly gave way, until at last his eyes met the darkened confines of his father's throne room.

Koenma stepped inside, Ayame close behind. His nervous eyes focused directly upon the chair in the center of the far wall, his pupils adjusting quickly to the darkness, the figure of his father becoming clearer with each step he made. "You sent for me father?" He managed to call out in an even voice, though his heart was becoming heavier the closer he came to Enma.

"So I did." Enma replied, a small flash of light erupted across the bearded features of the Great Reikai Lord, reflected light that had fallen upon his glasses, signaling the shift of his head towards them. "But what is Ayame doing here?"

Koenma looked away from Enma briefly, giving his love a small smile before returning his attention back to his father. "I asked for her to come with me." He lied. No matter how bad his situation was about to become, Koenma would not let Ayame suffer because of it.

"Hmm .." Enma sounded. "I had hoped to speak with you alone, my son." He began, not bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. "We have a great many things to discuss. But I can safely assume your research assistant knows more than you do about such matters."

Koenma frowned about to ask what he meant when Enma spoke.

"It seems you've become a little lax in regards to the personal lives of those under your employ, Koenma."

"What do you mean by that father?" Koenma replied defensively. He had always been a good worker and a good son. Even after Enma nearly disowned him for the failures of the Sensui incident. And you're hardly the one to talk, Dad. He added mentally, recalling several questionable incidents in which his father had been involved in. But Koenma kept his mouth shut, waiting for the king to answer.

Enma said nothing for a few seconds, drawing a short intake of breath before answering. "You've allowed a ferry girl to fall in love with one of your detectives," He paused before adding, "and a demon at that."

Koenma swallowed dryly, wincing at the sudden pain that radiated within his throat. Oh God, he knows! His mind screamed frantically. "I can explain that father. It was ..."

"Silence!" Enma shouted, the force of his voice reverberating throughout the room. "Do you have any idea how much danger you put our house under?! The scrutiny in which the elders will be watching us!."

"But Torandai already knows!" Koenma shouted back, his features growing defiant. "He knows about the soul bond between Botan and Kurama. He even offered to help!"

"I realize that my son." Enma said in a softer voice though the sting of his anger remained. "It was Torandai who told me of the situation."

Koenma was taken aback. The head elder had told his father of the soul bond. Though wholly unexpected, it shouldn't have upset his father to the point of yelling. "Then why are you so upset father?" He asked. "Are you mad because I didn't come right out and tell you?"

There was a pause. A tense few seconds passed before Enma spoke again. "No." He admitted. "That is not the reason for my anger."

"Then what is it, father?"

"I've just found out from one of your ferrymen that the security elder, Kagone, knows of the relationship as well."

Koenma paled, his whole body shaking at this new bit of information. He had sent out the ferrymen to survey the different houses belonging to the Reikai elders. He had not expected them to find out anything. Least of all that Kagone had discovered Botan and Kurama's relationship. "If that's true father, then I must ask you to give me the missing pages of the common law book."

"I'm afraid I cannot give that to you my son." Enma replied sadly.

"Why not?" Koenma demanded. "Don't you realize with those pages we can save ... " He started, his voice failing him as his father shook his head.

"I burned them. Long ago."

Koenma was shocked. "But ... Why father?! Surely you must have foreseen this happening again. After Konrei ... "

"It is because of what happened to Konrei that I burned those pages." Enma countered. "Those papers, while legal, failed to save Konrei. Just as they would have failed to save your ferry girl and your detective."

"I don't understand." Koenma said softly, the despair weaved within his voice as he looked up at his father. "If you felt it would fail to save anyone, why burn them?"

"Because I didn't want our people to get the notion that it was okay to wed outside of the realm. I didn't want the seed of such ideas planted inside their heads. I did what was best for our people. That's all I've ever done."

Koenma shook his head. "I don't believe you." He said defiantly. "If that were true, why would someone steal the common law book from Torandai's library?"

"Believe what you want, Koenma," Enma replied in the harsh tone of a disapproving father. "But the fact remains Kagone will hunt them down and kill them without trial or mercy. You know this as well as I."

"True, but I refuse to give up hope." Koenma countered. "I will find a way to help them and if that means taking out Kagone in the process than so be it."

He heard Ayame gasp and though he wanted to reassure her, his gaze remained fixed upon Enma who sighed heavily.

"That kind of thinking will get you and our people killed, son. Is that what you really want?"

Koenma remained unrepentant in his statement. "Kagone's already taken my brother. I won't let him kill anyone else I care about. Even if I must die in the process I will gladly do so. I will make sure he doesn't get away with condemning an innocent person again."

"Then I suggest you keep a close eye on your ferry girl and your detective." Enma stated sharply, though a hint of respect lingered within his words. "Now leave me. The trip has been exhausting and I'm in need of rest."

Koenma nodded and bowed, Ayame following his motion before the pair quickly exited the room, closing the door behind them.

"Do you believe that Kagone knows about Kurama and Botan's relationship?" Ayame asked as they began to walk side by side down the hall.

Koenma cast his gaze downward, a look of deep concern upon his face. "Yes." He answered softly. "And the ruthless bastard will have no qualms about stepping into Ningenkai to track them down and kill them." He added bitterly, the memories of his past giving voice to his anger.

The spirit lord shifted his gaze to the left, a look of surprise than tenderness marking his features as he felt Ayame link her arm within his own.

"Do you think we can keep them safe?" Ayame asked, coming to a stop near the entrance to Koenma's office.

"I don't know," Koenma admitted with a somber tone, his heart and mind growing troubled at all the danger that was sure to follow once Kagone went after Botan and Kurama. But I can't let that bastard win. "Kagone got away with murder once. I will not let allow that to happen again."

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"My lord? Are you all right?"

Koenma blinked, brought back to the present by the sound of his beloved's voice. He turned, giving her a reassuring smile as he answered, "I'm fine, Ayame. Just thinking about a few things."

Ayame studied her boss, a concerned look upon her face. He's so worried about everyone. The research assistant knew full well the new burden Koenma carried with him. Part of her had been disappointed at his neglecting to tell Kurama how precarious the situation had become. Not only did the fox spirit have to worry about dealing with Ren and his minions, there was the added element of Kagone to deal with. On the other hand, Ayame knew that Koenma was sparing the kitsune of the burden of such knowledge. The spirit lord had taken it upon himself to keep watch, to be alert and to guard against any assault or trick Kagone might deal out.

But why not tell the others? She wondered but kept it to herself. Who was she to question him. Koenma would tell them when he was ready. I only hope we find Botan soon. Ayame thought as she turned her attention back upon the group in front of her. Before Kagone finds us.

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Quiet was the atmosphere of The River Oriental, a three story Japanese ryokan style restaurant specializing in South East Asian cuisine. Situated on the banks of the Kamo river which carved a path through the heart of Kyoto, this dining establishment was a local favorite for casual dining as well as offering a lovely view of the river itself. And among the patrons now enjoying a late lunch, sat the small, rather annoyed form of Hiei.

Tucked away in the far corner of the dining room floor, the fire demon seethed silently, angered not only at having to watch the continued romantic antics that Kuwabara displayed towards Yukina as they ate but also his treatment at the hands of the tour guide that had dragged him away earlier. It had taken all his will power not to kill the stupid female for having the audacity to confuse him with a human child. Knowing he had to get away before he did end up hurting her, Hiei broke free of her grip and ran as fast as his short legs could carry him. Ignoring the warning calls to stop, the fire demon burst through the doors and was out of the building within seconds, his keen eyesight catching the retreating forms of Kuwabara and Yukina as they boarded a bus marked Gion Antique Quarter.

Hiei rushed forward, moving so quickly, no one saw him slip into the bus. Not even Kuwabara and Yukina who were too preoccupied talking to each other to notice him walk by and sit down in the back. His excursion into town proved to be no more exciting than the aviary had. For two hours he shadowed the pair, his emotions shifting between disgust and annoyance as he watched the street fighter take Yukina into a series of small shops, the moron's eyes just as amazed as the ice maiden's as they checked out the antique wares. What a wimp. Hiei thought in disdain at Kuwabara's behavior. I wouldn't be caught dead doing something like this for my mate. A smirk suddenly played upon his lips as he thought of Mukuro. Besides, I know what she likes and shopping isn't one of them. He continued to follow the pair, letting a sigh of relief escape his throat as the left the Gion district and walked onward and into The River Oriental, Hiei close behind.

And here I am, watching them yet again. Hiei thought with a grumble. Although he had vowed to perform his brotherly duty in regards to Yukina, it didn't help that he was bored and tired from all the walking and shopping. And starved as well.

Normally, the fire apparition could go days without food, but all the stress and exercise had made him hungry and the pleasant aromas of the food that surrounded him were becoming all too tempting to resist. Giving in, he ordered a bowl of fried rice, eating it slowly and quietly, all the while listening in on the conversation between Kuwabara and Yukina on the opposite side of the room.

"So how's that soup, Yukina?" Kuwabara asked as he lifted a small white ceramic cup to his lips. The street fighter took a small sip of hot tea before setting it down again. "Pretty good?"

Yukina nodded, a happy look upon her face as she lowered the white soup cup away from her lips and back onto the matching colored saucer in front of her. "Very much so. And .." She paused, her voice turning soft, her features shy as she added, "I'm enjoying the company as well."

Kuwabara blushed, surprised at her statement. For all his posturing about manly virtue, the street fighter was easily embarrassed whenever Yukina complimented him. "Uh ... Thanks Yukina. That really means a lot to me."

Yukina smiled at him, secretly amused by the blush spread across his cheeks. She had no doubts that Kuwabara was a good, strong man. But he was also a softy and a romantic. Two things that the ice maiden had grown to love about him. Love. She thought, a wistful smile tugging at her lips. Yes. She loved Kuwabara very much. But I don't want to tell him just yet. She added. The moment didn't feel right. She wanted the confession to be someplace secluded, someplace special. But that didn't mean she couldn't let him know she appreciated him. Reaching out, the ice maiden rested her hand upon Kuwabara's.

The street fighter's gaze shifted, his surprised eyes widening at the sight of Yukina's delicate hand resting upon his larger one.

"I want to thank you, Kazuma, for taking me here today. I have enjoyed every moment that I've shared with you."

Kuwabara was speechless. She ... actually enjoys my company ?! His mind cried in triumph. His heart swelled with pride and love while his brain scrambled to come up with something sophisticated or worldly to impress her with. Instead he let his emotions speak for him. "As have I my love. There's no one on this earth that I'd rather be with than you."

Now it was Yukina's turn to blush. She lowered her gaze, a tender smile lighting her features as Kuwabara adjusted his hand so that it was clasping hers. "Kazuma." She whispered, the love evident in her tone as she relished in the gentle caress of the street fighter's thumb across the top of her hand.

And so they remained, until the server brought the main course to their table. With great reluctance, Kuwabara released his hold upon Yukina's hand, freeing them up to finish their food. They ate in silence, content to simply be in each other's company, until at last they were ready to leave.

Hiei looked up from the empty bowl in front of him, noting with some relief that Kuwabara and Yukina had finished their meal and were making ready to leave. The fire demon sat the bowl to the side and rose to his feet, about to follow when a tall man wearing a name tag marked Katsura stepped in front of him.

"Going somewhere?" He asked in a stern tone that might have intimidated lesser men but not Hiei.

"Yeah." Hiei replied in matter of fact voice. "I'm leaving."

Katsura shook his head, causing his black bangs to swing violently. "Not without paying your bill first, buddy." He replied sharply as he held up a small slip of white paper.

The youkai looked at the bill then the server in mild amusement. "Well that would be rather hard considering I don't have any money on me."

"Oh really." Katsura said, his features turning stern. "Then I suppose you won't mind doing a little dish work to pay off your debt." He added, pointing a long finger to his right where a set of hinged doors sat.

Hiei growled threateningly, curling his lip as an image of him wearing an apron and a hair net while scrubbing dishes bloomed in his consciousness. "No thanks." He replied. "Not my style." He added, giving the server a dismissive look as he started towards the entrance doors where his sister and Kuwabara were exiting.

"Hold it!"

A hand suddenly gripped his shoulder and, though it wasn't all that strong, Hiei stopped and turned around. "Look," He growled in a low tone, hoping to scare the guy. "Don't piss me off. I'm not in the mood for it."

But Katsura ignored Hiei's warning. Instead he increased pressure on his shoulder. "Listen buddy, either you come back to the dish room and work off your bill or I'm calling the police."

Hiei closed his eyes, not in fear but rather to control the rising need to kill the stupid human before him. He'd already been told once what to do by a human. I'll be damned if I'll do it again. Without warning, the fire demon broke free of the server's grip, moving at a speed beyond the sight of mortals and out of the restaurant before Katsura had time to recover. He tore off down the sidewalk, hoping to catch a glimpse of his sister but she was nowhere to be found. Oh well. He thought as he slowed down, mingling with the crowd as best he could. Hiei had already gleaned the trip's itinerary from within Kuwabara's mind. He knew where the street fighter was taking Yukina next. And with a skill of practiced grace, Hiei weaved his way around the mass of people, heading to the subway that would take him to Sohaki park near the Imperial Palace grounds.

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Ailia walked briskly down a crowded sidewalk within the Toshima ward. A garment bag slung over her shoulder, the ex-ferry girl kept her gaze straight ahead and her senses on constant alert. After Ren's statements yesterday, she now knew that the detectives were searching vigorously for Botan. And if they were to spot her, she wouldn't stand a chance against them. I can't believe he sent me to do this. She grumbled inwardly, still irritated at her leader's orders.

Despite not knowing exactly where the spirit detectives were, Ren had already dispatched Tahomen, Lina and Kigorei to make ready for the start of their plan. Ailia, for her part, was simply to retrieve Botan's "gift" and make sure she wore it before taking her to the heavily forested areas beyond the borders of the northern Tokyo districts. Ailia frowned at thought of what would soon happen and the trap they were about to lay to ensnare the kitsune.

Though she knew the reasons for Ren's choice of battleground, it didn't mean that she liked the plan. In fact, she hated it. Especially the idea of Botan bearing witness to what would surely be a violent and bloody end to Kurama's life. But she is necessary to get Kurama to come to us. She countered, coming to a stop at a pedestrian crossing. A worried look marred her features as she contemplated the consequences of their actions. What would happen to Botan after Kurama died? By the soul bond principle, the deity would lose her life at the same moment her lover did. So how was Ren going to keep her alive? Her thoughts were suddenly shattered as a strong, familar ki slammed into her senses, drawing her gaze directly in front of her.

Ailia's heart pounded, fear and shock filling her veins at the sight that met her eyes.

There, on the opposite side of the busy street, mingled within the crowd awaiting for a change in the signal, stood the tall form of Kurama. And with him, Koenma, Yusuke, Genkai, Keiko, some other ferry girl she didn't know and a blond man. She paid no attention to the others, too paralyzed by the cold, deadly look the kitsune threw at her. He's seen me! He knows I'm here! She had to get back to the loft. She had to get Botan out of there before Kurama found her and their plan was ruined.

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Kurama stood silently at the corner waiting patiently for the walking signal to appear so they could cross the street and continue their search. For his part, the kitsune was becoming rather tired after the endless hours of walking. Yoh had suggested they continue their search of the northern wards where several garment industries and suppliers resided. The young reigen had explained the logic of his plan, pointing out that Ren's clothes always looked tailored. Perhaps they could find out which shop Ren used and get an address from there. Kurama had agreed to the plan, impressed at the blonde's intelligence.

So they had visited every shop they came across and although they had yet to be successful, the kitsune had not given up hope. The bastard has to be somewhere around here. He growled. And I'm going to find him. And as they stood at the crossing, he suddenly felt something. A ki so similar to the one of woman who had attacked him a few months ago that there could be no mistake. Angered emerald eyes scanned the area before him, coming to stop upon the tall, lithe frame of a dark haired woman across the street. It's her!

Yusuke, who stood to the kitsune's left, felt Ailia's ki as well. "Is that .. her?" He murmured in complete surprise, his gaze now focusing upon the ex-ferry girl as well.

Ailia, having now been discovered by not only Kurama but Yusuke as well, broke free of her paralysis and whirled around, bolting down the sidewalk, knocking people down in her frantic race to get away.

"Hey!" Yusuke shouted, tearing off after her only to blink in surprise as Kurama blew past him and out of view. "What the hell?! Kurama!" The detective shouted out, hoping to slow down the fast moving kitsune but Kurama was beyond the sound of Yusuke's voice as he turned the corner and out of the dark haired man's sight. "Dammit!" He cried loudly, skidding to a stop when the rest of the group protested.

"Yusuke what's going on?" Koenma demanded, catching his breath as he came to stand beside him.

"Kurama's gone off after her." Yusuke answered quickly. "We need to catch up to him before he gets into trouble." He began forward again, the rest following as they rounded the corner and began to search for their friend.

Koenma kept pace with Yusuke, his features twisted in confusion as he spoke. "I don't understand." He began. "Who is Kurama going after?"

"Ailia." Yusuke answered. "The telepathic bitch who attacked us in the park a couple months ago."

"Yusuke, would you please not use that word!" Keiko cried out from behind the detective as she kept pace with Ayame to her left and Yoh to her right with Genkai slightly behind.

Yusuke rolled his eyes. "Stop being such a prude, Keiko." He growled in annoyance. "After what she did to Kurama, she earned the title."

Koenma seemed upset for a different reason. "Yusuke?"

The detective turned his gaze sideways to his boss. "Yeah, what is it, Koenma?"

"What was that woman's name again?"

Yusuke smirked. "Why, you looking to date her or something?"

"No you moron!" Koenma shouted. "I simply want to make sure I heard you correctly!"

Yusuke let out a sigh. "Here name is Ailia." He answered, a frown taking hold of his features. "Didn't Hiei tell you this already?"

A troubled look caressed the spirit lord's face. No! He wanted to shout back but held his tongue. Why hadn't the fire demon told him of this earlier? And how was it everyone knew but him? I hate being kept in the dark. He growled but kept it to himself. Wanting to be sure his suspicions were correct, Koenma asked, "And what does she look like?"

The corners of Yusuke's lips twitched but her refrained from teasing his boss as he answered. "She's about Kurama's height, with long straight black hair and bright blue eyes. Nice face and figure but a rotten personality made worse by the fact that she's a psychic."

Koenma's features paled. It sounded like her. Hell they even had the same name but was it really her? Could Kiku still be alive after all this time.

"Hey Koenma, you all right?" Yusuke asked. "You look like you've just seen a ghost."

Koenma flinched, drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of Yusuke's voice. "I'm fine." He replied in an authoritative tone. "Let's just go find Kurama." He added, increasing his pace until he was ahead of the pack.

Yusuke frowned. What the hell's eating him? He wondered. Shaking his head, the detective put more energy into his stride, catching up with the spirit lord, the others close behind as they followed Kurama's ki signature down the sidewalk.

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Ailia continued to run, not daring to look behind her. She knew the kitsune was on her trail, most eager to capture and interrogate her. Perhaps even kill her. And Ailia had no doubt the fox spirit would snap her neck the moment she gave him the information. And she could hardly blame him. After all, she was the cause of his suffering. It was she who had altered the deity's mind and in turn had condemned him to die. By rights she deserved death. But not yet. There were things left undone, and people yet to kill. Spurned on by her purpose, Ailia increased her pace, noting with some relief that Kurama's ki had weakened then disappeared all together. Maybe he took a wrong turn somewhere. After all, she had masked her energy the moment she began to run. Certainly he couldn't sense her now.

Her assumptions proved wrong as a long, green vine like rope suddenly shot out from behind her. The vine wrapped constrictively around Ailia's calf muscles then her thighs, causing her to cry out from the intense pain. Ailia's legs were violently yanked out from under her, the motion sending her rocketing to the ground. Bracing for impact, Ailia let go of the garment bag, tossing it to the side as she attempted to stop her fall. But the vine was quicker, pinning her arms to the side, not allowing her any freedom of movement. She scrunched her eyes together, expecting to be slammed into the ground only to snap them open when her descent suddenly stopped.

Her breath suddenly caught in her throat as a voice, low and deadly, whispered from somewhere behind her.

"Well it seems I've caught a little rabbit trying to escape. Wherever were you running off to .. Ailia?"

He .. He knows my name! She cried mentally, totally caught off guard by the whispering of her name. But how? How could anyone outside her small circle know her name. An answer came to her then, one that made the most sense. The college. Ren had insisted she keep her first name when they registered. And somehow, Kurama had found out her name. Surprise gave way to fear when a sudden change of energy was felt coming from the kitsune. It was in essence still Kurama but yet not. Oh God. She thought in terror, her mind suddenly comprehending why she was feeling such a strange difference in both ki and tone. It's not Suuichi, it's .. Youko.

As if reading her thoughts, the fox spirit appeared before her. Tall and imposing, the youkai form of Kurama glared coldly down at her. Using his ability to manipulate plants, Youko willed the vines wrapped around Ailia to pull her upright. Hoping to intimidate the telepath, Youko closed the distance between them until only a few inches of space remained. He had little time for games today, especially since he was using up so much spiritual energy just to keep his youkai form. And besides, his mate was dying. He needed answers and he needed them now. "Where is she?" He demanded, his features as hard as the tone of his voice as he waited for her answer.

When she didn't comply, he commanded the vines to tighten, the force causing Ailia to gasp in pain. "Where is she?" He asked again, growling in frustration at her refusal to answer. Golden eyes narrowed, his features growing cold as he said, "If you will not tell me, I will kill you."

"If .. I tell you.. Will you let me live?" Ailia managed to say between clenched teeth as she fought to remain conscious. Normally she would have used her telepathic powers to shake herself loose, but the constant pain was interfering with her ability to use such tactics. It was as if he knew who she was and what she could and could not do. It seems you are indeed the master tactician just as Ren has always said. She thought in begrudging admiration. But that doesn't mean I can't outsmart you. She added with an inward smirk as she came up with a plan of her own in order to break free.

Youko cocked his head to the side, his features contemplative as he thought over her offer. "Perhaps." He conceded. "But that will depend on whether or not your information is valid."

"Relax these vines and I'll tell you."

Youko looked at her in dark amusement. "And let you use your power to escape?" He said with a sardonic smile. "I think not." His smile fell, his features growing hard as he spoke once again. "Now tell me where Botan is."

Ailia glared defiantly at him. Stubborn man! Too damn smart for his own good! She growled inwardly.

"Well?" Youko growled sharply, his patience growing thin at the woman's stalling tactics. "Are you going to tell me where she is or am I going to have to squeeze it out of you?"

"Kurama!" A chorus of voices cried simultaneously, drawing both the kitsune and the ex ferry girl's attention to the side.

Youko scowled at the approach of Yusuke and the others, annoyed by their sudden intrusion into his interrogation. His concentration unintentionally broken, the vines began to loosen, allowing Ailia to at last use her abilities.

Using her psychic powers, Ailia attacked the distracted Youko, sending him to the side with enough force to slam him into and through the alleyway wall. In that same instant she broke free of the vines, scooping up the garment bag and disappearing before anyone had a chance to go after her.

Yusuke was the first to recover as he charged forward, skidding to a stop in front of the damaged wall. His eyes studied the gaping hole, his voice full of concern as he spoke. "Kurama, you okay, man?"

"I'm fine Yusuke." Kurama replied a few seconds later as he emerged from the hole, his human form back in control once more. "I only wished you had allowed me time to find out where Botan was hidden." He added, the irritation in his tone not lost on Yusuke who lowered his head.

"Sorry, Kurama. We only wanted to help you out, that's all."

Kurama sighed. "It's all right, Yusuke." He replied as he reached up to rub his temples. The psychic attack Ailia had unleashed, though painful, wasn't as powerful as it could have been. She could have done a lot more damage than she did. So why didn't she? Kurama wondered.

"So I guess we missed out on our best chance to find Botan, huh?" Yusuke asked, his gaze shifting over to his right as he watched the rest of the group catch up.

A crafty look took hold of the kitsune's face. "Ah, but have we really, Yusuke?" He said enigmatically as he walked past the detective to the torn vines spread out on the pavement below.

Yusuke frowned, watching as the fox spirit crouched down and scooped up a few of the green fibers. "What do you mean, Kurama?"

Kurama rose to his feet once more. "I mean that I have her scent." He answered, turning around then holding up the vine for the younger man to see. Sure enough, spots of red were visible, indicating that Kurama had wounded her. "Follow the scent and we find Botan. Which is why we must hurry."

"Why is that?" Yusuke asked.

Kurama turned away from the detective. "Because she knows it as well." He replied before walking once more, his nose leading the way to what he hoped would be an end to all the suffering he was going through.

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Ailia stumbled into the top level of Ren's loft, blood dripping in her wake as she slowly and painfully made her way towards the dining table. Her legs were a mess, large gashes visible in between the ripped fabric of the black jeans she wore, the result of the vine attack Kurama had used to capture her. At the time of her escape, the ex-ferry girl had been too pumped with adrenaline to realize how badly wounded she was. It was only after believing she was safe that she felt the sudden, nearly overwhelming sensation of pain within the entirety of her legs. Pain became fear as a thought came to her mind. If she had been this badly injured, that meant the blood from her wounds would lead Kurama directly to her. Once he had her scent, the kitsune would track her down. All the way back to the loft. Knowing she had little time before Kurama found her, Ailia moved as fast as her damaged legs could carry her.

Now home, Ailia had to get Botan ready quickly so they could make their escape. But I'm so very tired. Her mind countered as she collapsed into the chair at the head of the table. She brought her legs in front of her, hissing in pain as the throbbing increased to a nearly unbearable level. Damn that fox! She snarled inwardly, cursing the kitsune for her rather deep and painful wounds. It was only the second time an opponent had gotten close enough to harm her. And it will be the last. She vowed. Kurama would pay for each and every wound inflicted upon her flesh. But first I have to heal these gashes. Ailia reached down, about to begin the healing process only to turn her head to the side at the sudden sound of Botan calling out to her.

"Miss Ailia? Are you .." Botan began, her curious eyes widening in shock at the vision that met her gaze. There sat Ailia, her jeans shredded and her legs bleeding rather heavily. In concern, the deity rushed forward, coming to a stop beside the older woman before crouching down to look at the wounds. "What happened Miss Ailia?! Who did this to you?!"

The dark haired woman let out a weary sigh. Though touched by Botan's concern, she didn't want her to know the truth. Even if she was angry at the one who had attacked her. "It's nothing, Botan. I'll be fine in just a moment."

"Let me heal you."

Ailia shook her head, waving Botan away. "I'll do it myself." She replied in a harsher tone than she intended. Her blue eyes met the hurt amethyst ones of Botan and her features softened. "What you could do for me though is take that garment bag over there," She paused, turning to point at the bag she had dropped on the floor the moment she had entered the top level of Ren's home. "And go change into whatever is inside of it."

Botan frowned but rose to her feet. Walking over to the bag she bent down and picked it up before returning to Ailia's side. "What is it?" She asked, looking up from the bag over to the older woman who shrugged.

"I don't know. But it is a gift from Ren." She stated simply as she began to heal her wounds. "He wants you to wear it when we go to meet up with him."

Botan nodded. Turning around, the deity began to cross the floor, heading towards the bedroom only to stop as Ailia called out to her.

"And Botan, do be quick about it. We have to leave in a few minutes."

"Why?" Botan asked, curious at the almost frantic tone of voice Ailia used.

The older woman paused, trying to think up a valid excuse. "Because Ren is expecting us." She answered at last.

Satisfied with Ailia's reason, Botan continued on her way, opening then closing the door behind her. Laying the garment bag onto the bed, the ferry girl reached out and quickly unzipped it. A gasp escaped from her throat, shocked eyes staring in trepidation at what lay before her. It .. It can't be .. Her mind cried, even though she knew it to be the truth. It was a kimono. The same kimono that she had seen herself wearing in her dream a few nights ago. She reached out with a shaky hand, shock giving way to fear as she felt the soft blue fabric, her fingertips sliding across the elegant elm leaf pattern shaded gold before she quickly retracted her hand away. I can't wear this. I just can't!

"But you must, for Ren's sake." Ailia's voice spoke from behind her.

Botan jumped, startled at the sudden appearance of the now healed ex-ferry girl who came to stand beside her. "I don't know if I can." She replied, her voice full of fear. What if the vision in her dream came to be. What if the red haired man named Kurama got hurt. She didn't want that. But Ailia said Ren needs me to wear this. But why? What is he planning?

Ailia frowned at the thoughts running through the deity's mind. Her gaze traveled away from Botan to the kimono spread out on the bed. What indeed. She wondered. Remembering now was not the time for introspection, Ailia returned her gaze back to the younger woman. "We mustn't delay any longer, Botan." She said in a nearly pleading voice. "I'm sure whatever the reason, Ren needs to see you wearing this kimono. So let's not disappoint him, okay?"

Botan nodded. Ren needed her. And she wanted to see him. If for nothing else than to ask him why he had the kimono made for her. Without further protest, the deity reached out and picked up the kimono, heading into the bathroom to change.

Ailia watched Botan disappear, waiting until she was completely inside before removing the cell phone from her belt. With one nimble tap, the dark haired woman hit the speed dial button then put the phone up to her ear. She waited for Ren's customary bark before replying in an urgent voice, "We've got a problem."

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Hiei vaulted between the tree tops of Takura maples lined up to the side of a secluded pathway deep in the heart of Sohaki park, a large expanse of forested land a short distance from the Kyoto Imperial Palace. The fire demon gazed continuously downward, no fear upon his features as he moved with expert precision, each leap perfectly timed and in sync with the pace set by Kuwabara and Yukina who walked on the path below. Finding them had been easy enough for the speedy youkai. Watching how close the street fighter and the ice maiden were walking to each other, not so easy. Despite his aversion to Yukina's choice of mate, Hiei stayed true to the vow he set earlier. He would not abandon his watch over Yukina. Even if it meant having to witness his sister display such open affection towards the man he considered an inferior being and therefore, not worthy of Yukina's heart.

Several feet below, Kuwabara and Yukina walked hand in hand down the paved walkway, blissfully unaware that they were being watched. A gentle breeze blew past, swirling through the boughs of the maple trees, tugging at the vivid red tinted leaves, causing them to shake as if in fear.

Kuwabara tilted his head back, watching with mild fascination as the wind danced through the trees. For the briefest of seconds, the strong man thought he saw a flash of black mingle with the fiery red leaves above him but quickly dismissed it. Probably a squirrel or something. He thought as he brought his gaze back down and towards his female companion. A tender smile lit up his features as he studied Yukina.

They had been in the park for well over thirty minutes, both content to merely hold hands as they silently admired the stunning autumn views Sohaki park offered. But the longer they walked, the harder it became to remain quiet. There were so many things Kuwabara yearned to tell Yukina. Things he wanted to share with her. He had proclaimed his love on many occasions, believing his actions to be comparable to the samurai of days long past. Noble and with the best of intentions. Only later did he realize he was acting slightly foolish. His behavior had always made Yukina laugh. But never had Kuwabara seen anything beyond friendship in her eyes. And that hurt him. So he had covered it up with false bravado. All to hide the pain he felt.

So what did Yukina really feel towards him? Did she realize how much he loved her? Did she even care? From the way they were holding hands, Kuwabara believed it to be yes. But I have to hear it from her own lips. I have to know.

Yukina was going through her own doubts and uncertainty. In her heart, she knew that Kuwabara loved and cared for her. His actions had proven the truth of the words he had spoken to her many times. Still, the ice maiden was a little confused as to what to do. In her land, associating with men was strictly forbidden. The punishment for breaking such laws was either death or banishment. And any child born from a sexual joining was doomed to die outside the land of ice. That was what had happened to her brother. The banishment of her kin was what had originally drawn the ice maiden far away from the safety of her homeland into the dangerous world of Makai then Ningenkai. And though she had been cruelly used by men, it did nothing to shake her belief that there were also good men in the world. Ones who were honest and caring. Loyal and loving. Like Kazuma. She thought as she tilted her head up and to the side.

Her eyes were warm and tender as they met the confused ones of Kuwabara. There were so many things she wanted to tell him. Things she wanted to share with him alone. But she had no experience dealing with the feelings she felt. She had never been in love before. Did not understand completely what it was that she did feel. But in her heart, Yukina knew Kuwabara was the one. The one who would love and care for her. So should I tell him? She wondered, her heart breaking a little at the troubled look the street fighter gave her. Yes. She answered. After all, they had known each other for over three years. Kuwabara had been patient and loyal to her through out that time. He deserves to know. Gathering her resolve, the ice maiden pulled gently at Kuwabara's hand, signaling him to stop. "Kazuma?"

The young man stopped moving, his troubled gaze deepening at the serious look now forming upon his lady fair's features. "What is it, Yukina?" He asked softly. "Are you tired? Because if you are, there's a bench a little ways down. We can sit and take a break."

Yukina held back the sudden urge to let out a small giggle. She found his concern rather charming. Cute, even. But I don't think he'll appreciate my laughter right now. She countered, noting with some concern how anxious his features were. Instead she gave him a small nod. "That sounds nice." She replied, flashing him a reassuring smile that was sure to put the street fighter at ease.

It worked. Kuwabara's features relaxed, his heart calming under the comforting gaze of his beloved. Without a word, he led her to the bench, letting go of the ice maiden's hand so she could sit down before taking his place beside her.

They sat quietly for some moments, neither able to put into words what it was they were feeling. At last the silence became to much and they decided to speak.

"Yukina .. I .."

"Kazuma .. I .."

The pair stopped as soon as they started both smiling nervously at their simultaneous outbursts.

"You first, Yukina." Kuwabara offered with a motion of his hand.

The ice maiden accepted but took a few seconds to gather her thoughts before speaking once again. "I need to tell ..." She started then stopped, frowning then shaking her head as if changing her mind about something. "I mean, can I ask you something, Kazuma?"

Kuwabara nodded slowly, his eyes focused intently on the fair features of his chosen mate. "Of course my love. What is it?"

Yukina drew in a breath then let it out slowly. Gathering courage, she spoke. "What do you think about me?"

"Think about you?" Kuwabara repeated, his tone curious. "You mean, like my feelings and stuff?"

Yukina nodded but said nothing, waiting patiently for him to answer.

Kuwabara's facial expression changed from curious to tender as he replied, "The truth is Yukina, that I love you." He confessed in soft sincerity. Usually he would shout it at the top of his lungs, willing anyone to hear his admission of love towards the ice maiden. For some reason he couldn't quite fathom, the street fighter answered in a calm but sincere manner. "There isn't another girl in the whole world as pretty or caring as you."

The female youkai lowered her head, trying in vain to hide the blush that was most certainly upon her cheeks. Although she already knew Kuwabara harbored such strong feelings towards her, it was the first time she actually listened to him. His confession awakening the love and joy she felt within his presence as well. Due to her shy nature however, the ice maiden still found it difficult to look at him without blushing. A sudden warmth enveloped her right hand, causing Yukina to cast her gaze to the side. Surprise bloomed across her pretty features, morphing into a tender expression as she brought her gaze upright.

Crimson met onyx and held.

Kuwabara's heart raced as he looked into the eyes of the woman he loved. He had seen Yukina blush on several occasions. Especially after his boisterous confessions of undying love. But for some reason he couldn't quite grasp, this time felt different. It was as if Yukina was more receptive to his words and to the truth he so desperately wanted her to understand. And in his need for understanding, he had reached out to clasp her hand. Kuwabara wanted her attention. Not because he was feeling neglected. But because he wanted to see the effect his words would have on her. To see with his own eyes whether Yukina cared for him as a friend or something more. "And me?" He whispered. "How ..do you feel towards me?"

Yukina did not look away from his earnest gaze, her heart fluttering like a butterfly's wings. How did she feel for him? These words brought home the truth. It was time she told him. In a way he would best understand. Yukina shifted sideways, the tender expression still upon her face as she lifted her left hand and reached out, resting her palm upon the right side of Kuwabara's face.

The street fighter blinked, totally caught by surprise at Yukina's gentle touch. His heart thumped like a war drum within his broad chest, so loud and painful he thought it might explode. Was this it? Was she really going to tell him whether or not she loved him? What if she said yes? What if she said no? How would he take it? And how do I know she'll even tell me? Kuwabara wondered. His gaze remained fixed upon the ice maiden, his features growing nervous not only at the prolonged silence that lingered between them but also by his lingering doubt and uncertainty. Please, Yukina, say something!

At last Yukina ended Kuwabara's mental anguish, her words cutting through the sudden tension between them. "I love you, Kazuma." She whispered back, finding the courage to say what her heart had been screaming at her to do for so long.

Kuwabara blinked, startled at her sudden admission. "You .. Love me?" He whispered in disbelief as he studied Yukina.

The ice maiden favored him with a smile, regarding him with a fondness that left no doubt as to the sincerity of her words.

Kuwabara's heart nearly burst at the way she was regarding him. She loves me! She really loves me! His mind cried, the surge of elation at her words so strong, the street fighter reacted. Releasing his hold upon Yukina's hand, Kuwabara reached out and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her against him. "Oh my sweet Yukina, you have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words!" He whispered as he rested his head to the side of hers.

Surprise dominated Yukina's mind but was quickly replaced by contentment as she drew her arms around him, holding the street fighter close to her. And so they remained for several moments until at last they pulled apart. Again their eyes met and held.

A new tension filled the air. A new emotion took hold of Kuwabara. He wanted to show Yukina how he felt. As only lovers could. Without thinking, the young human tilted his chin downward slightly before leaning slowly forward towards Yukina.

The ice maiden watched his action with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Unsure about what to do, Yukina merely sat still and waited.

Kuwabara was getting closer. So close now. His eyelid's grew half lidded, the blood roaring in his ears from the pounding of his heart and the excitement that was building within his body.

The street fighter got within a hair's breath of touching Yukina's lips only to come to a dead stop when a sudden weight fell upon his head and began to move around. He reached up, frowning when his fingertips touched something soft and furry. "What the ..." He murmured only to howl in surprise as the furry creature ran down his neck and underneath the jacket he wore. "Hey! Get out of there you little .." Kuwabara shouted his voice becoming a cry of pain as the creature began to bite him. "Dammit! Stop that, it hurts!" He roared, his large frame jumping off the bench and into the pathway where he proceeded to swat at the small and ever moving lump underneath his jacket.

Yukina rose up after Kuwabara, coming to his aid. Trying to calm the street fighter down in an attempt to remove whatever was inside her love's jacket. "Kazuma, please hold still. Let me get it out of there for you."

Kuwabara continued to dance around, looking completely ridiculous, much to Hiei's delight.

The fire demon had endured much throughout the day. Being annoyed by humans to the point of murder was bad enough, listen to the moron's confessions was nearly unbearable. Added to the fact that Yukina had at last revealed her feelings towards Kuwabara had left Hiei in a perpetual foul mood. It was hard for him to accept the truth that his sister loved Kuwabara, a man he disliked. But he begrudgingly understood it was her decision. She had free will to choose her own mate. Even if I don't agree with it.

Though he understood Yukina's feelings, that didn't mean she was ready for what Kuwabara planned to do to her. The fire youkai had seen the look upon Kuwabara's face before. Male ningens made similar expressions before kissing the lips of their mates. And that infuriated him to the point of action. Yukina may love you but you're not going to rush her! He snarled inwardly. Not on my watch!

Determined to ruin the moment, Hiei had looked around desperately, hoping to find something, anything, to disrupt the would be kiss. Sure enough he found it. In the form of one large squirrel. Smirking to himself, the fire demon quickly reached out and snatched the gray haired, bushy tailed rodent away from acorns he was intent on plundering and dropped the now pissed off animal on top of Kuwabara's head.

And so he continued to watch, smiling gleefully as Kuwabara continued to dance and howl in pain. The smile remained long after the squirrel was removed and Yukina and Kuwabara continued out of the park and into the subway, making their way back to the JR train that would take them back to Tokyo.

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"Is this the place, Kurama?"

The red haired man did not turn his gaze in the direction of Yusuke's voice, his eyes locked upon the brick building in front of him. His nose had led them here, his heart beat quickening at the added scent of Botan that wafted under his sensitive olfactory nerves. My love, I've find you at last. He thought as he spoke at last. "Yes. This is the place Yusuke. I can smell Ailia's scent all over this place. Along with Botan and the one who attacked her." He added, before stalking forward towards the white entry door, the others following.

"So are we going to bust in or what?" Yusuke asked, coming to a stop beside the kitsune.

"No." Kurama replied in a distant tone as he studied the door more closely. There was no lock within the knob that greeted his eyes. He tilted his head back, studying the small black box intently. Hmm ... So you like using electronic locks do you? Kurama commented silently. I know just what to use to counter that. Reaching underneath the locks at the back of his head, the fox spirit withdrew a small seed. He fed it a bit of his power, the seed forming into a vine that twirled around Kurama's hand. He willed it forward, the vine thinning out, slipping underneath the door and into the other side. A few seconds past before the red light at the front of the black box flickered, changing from red to green. A clicking noise followed soon after, the door opening on it's own as if bidding them welcome.

Wordlessly, Kurama walked forward, his left arm sweeping the door to the side. He entered cautiously, his eyes alert for any trap that might await them before giving his companions an all clear signal. The rest of the group entered, following Kurama's lead to the crate elevator at the end of the brightly lit hallway. The kitsune reached out, lifting the crate door open, allowing everyone to board before going in himself and sliding the door down. He hit the up button, the elevator complying with his command before coming to a stop a few seconds later. They quickly exited, their eyes studying the loft with varying degrees of interest.

"Man," Yusuke began, letting out an appreciative whistle as he took in the luxuriant surroundings. "this is one hell of a swanky pad."

"We're not here on a sight seeing tour, Yusuke." Koenma spoke in mildly berating tone.

Yusuke glared at his boss but said nothing, instead addressing Kurama. "I don't sense anyone here, Kurama."

"I know that, Yusuke." The kitsune answered, his voice carrying the disappointment and dismay evident upon his handsome features as he walked towards the long study table near a row of windows to their left. "But that doesn't mean we can't find out where they took her."

The others followed Kurama's cue, spreading out in different directions. Koenma, Yoh and Ayame chose to study the extensive collection of books lining the side wall. Kurama and Genkai took a seat in front of the study table and began to sort through the mass of papers covering it's surface while Yusuke decided to search the kitchen, a curious Keiko in tow.

"What are you hoping to find in the kitchen, Yusuke?" Keiko asked, her eyes narrowing as she watched her boyfriend waltz over to the refrigerator and open it.

"Clues." Yusuke replied simply, a smile lighting up his features as his gaze fell upon an opened bottle of Merlot upon the top shelf. "All right!" He cried out in triumph. "The good stuff!" Reaching into the fridge, Yusuke took out the bottle and began to pull at the cork only to flinch when Keiko suddenly snatched it out of his hand. "Hey what did you go and do that for?!" He growled, tossing an irritated look in Keiko's direction.

"We don't have time for you to lapse into a state of stupidity, Yusuke." Keiko retorted heatedly, disappointment evident in her voice as she continued to lecture him. "We need to find Botan, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah." Yusuke grumbled, grabbing the outstretched bottle from Keiko's hand before placing it back on the shelf and closing the refrigerator door.

The two teens then exited the kitchen, coming along side their companions a few seconds later.

"So," Yusuke began, his gaze falling upon the seated figure of Kurama who was studying a strange looking piece of parchment. "Find anything useful yet?"

"No." Kurama answered. "But from these documents, I'd say Ren is an avid lover of history. Human history to be precise."

"I'll say." Yoh threw into the conversation, drawing the kitsune and the detective's attention over to him. Turning his lean frame sideways, the blond reigen made a presenting motion with his hand before adding, "All the books I've looked at so far on these shelves deal mostly with ancient human civilizations. As well as wars and weaponry."

"Well that's kind of strange, don't you think?" Keiko asked. "Why would someone like Ren need to study the history of humans? He's already quite powerful, what could he possibly learn by studying the past?"

"So this Ren jerk is a history nut, big deal." He said dismissively. "I don't see how this helps us."

"It helps us understand more about him, Yusuke." Kurama answered, rising from his seat. He turned, walking over to Yoh, his eyes studying the various books with interest. "And from what I see here, Ren is rather fascinated with the art of war." He added, reading the titles of various book as he perused the section before him. "The Peloponnesian Wars, The Spread of the Roman Empire, The Might and Art of Alexander the Great, The History of Hun Warfare. It would seem that Ren revels in the shedding of human blood." Kurama paused, his features growing contemplative as he considered the reasons why. "Perhaps too much." He murmured.

"I don't believe it!" Ayame's voice cried out, drawing not only Kurama out of his thoughts but everyone else's as well.

Koenma was the first to recover from the outburst. "What is it, Ayame?" He asked, coming up to stand beside the visibly excited ferry girl.

Ayame turned to her boss, a triumphant smile tugging at her lips as she held up two books. "See for yourself my lord."

Koenma studied the books, his eyes widening as he silently read their titles. In her right hand, a large blue book displayed the words, Common Laws of Reikai. While in her left she held a smaller but no less startling discovery. My God! He cried mentally. It can't be! Koenma reached out, his shaking hands clasping around the green book. He took it gently from Ayame's hand and drew it towards him. With great care he opened it, instantly absorbed by it's contents. So much so that it took him a few minutes to realize everyone had surrounded him.

"What is it, Koenma sir?" Yoh asked, verbalizing what everyone was thinking at the moment.

"It's my brother's journal." The spirit lord answered softly, the reverence evident in his tone and face as he continued to read the contents.

"Anything important we should know about?" Yusuke asked.

Koenma frowned, irritated by his detective's question. "Gee I don't know detective, it's only been two minutes since this was found! What do you think?!" He growled but did not take his gaze away from what he was reading. Koenma began to flip through the book, a curious expression taking hold of his features when he neared the back. "Strange," he murmured as he began to read once again. "This writing is newer," He paused, making sure what he was reading was accurate. "and in a different language than the dialect Konrei would have used 3,000 years ago."

"And what language would that be?" Kurama asked.

"A formal dialect used exclusively by Makai royalty mixed in with some Japanese." Koenma answered. "My question is how such writing become part of Konrei's journal." He added, his eyebrows shooting up when a particular passage suddenly caught his attention.

Kurama noticed the surprised expression upon the reigen's face. "What is it, Koenma?"

The Reikai lord's voice failed him for a few seconds. So it's true. Konrei's son survived after all. A sudden warmth covered his right hand, drawing Koenma's attention away from the book. Looking down, he spied Ayame's hand gently clasping his own, her voice full of such concern it was all he could do not to weep like a small child.

"My lord, are you all right?"

Koenma let out a shaky breath. "Yes. I'm fine." He answered with a small nod.

"Well do mind sharing what the hell it is that you seem so shocked about?" Yusuke's impatient tone cut in, severing the little tender moment between the spirit lord and his chosen mate.

Koenma's features darkened but he refrained from snapping at the detective. They need to hear this as well. He reasoned before answering Yusuke's question. "Konrei's child, Kasahiro, survived the purge initiated by Kagone. Later on he sired two children. Sons to be exact. Ren, the elder child and Tahomen, the younger one."

"Two sons?" Kurama repeated. That explains why the scent I picked up the other night was so similar. It was Ren's brother. Thoughts began to form inside the kitsune's head of this new threat. This man named Tahomen. From Yoh's account, Tahomen had been dressed in shinobi style clothing with both youkai and Reikai powers. And an affinity for ninja weapons and tactics. A shinobi. He growled inwardly, the memory of what happened to Botan, raising the ire of Youko which he quickly suppressed. He was already feeling rather weakened, the confrontation with Ailia coupled with the massive amount of walking was draining what little strength he had remaining. And though displeased with the news, such knowledge of their enemy would help them prepare for the upcoming trial they were certain to face. "Anything else, Koenma?" He asked.

Koenma frowned, his features taking on a concentrated look as he scrolled down the page. "Give me a few moments."

Yusuke chose that moment to move away from the group.

Keiko caught him leaving and asked, "Where are you going to now, Yusuke?"

The dark haired man stopped, an annoyed look upon his face as he turned and answered. "I need to take a leak." He said irritably, still a little miffed at his girlfriend's interference in the kitchen earlier. "Is that all right with you?"

Keiko glared at him, disgusted at his choice of words but said nothing as she watched him turn and walk beyond the open doorway in front of him before returning her attention to the rest of the group once more.

"I need to get these books back to Reikai." Koenma spoke after a moment of silence. "There are things I need to show father. Things that might help your case as well Kurama when Kagone brings charges against you."

A questioning look took hold of the kitsune's face. When Kagone brings charges against me? He repeated mentally. Strange that Koenma would say such a thing. Unless .. Kurama opened his mouth about to ask what exactly Koenma meant when Yusuke's troubled voice called out to him.

"Hey Kurama, you need to take a look at this."

The kitsune turned, his features tightening in recognition as his gaze fell upon the white Nordic sweater clutched within Yusuke's hands. It was Botan's sweater. Walking forward, he took it slowly from Yusuke's outstretched hand. He held it gently, his features pained as he lifted his gaze and asked, "Where did you get this, Yusuke?"

Yusuke turned to the side, motioning towards the open doorway with a tap of his head.

A dark look formed upon the kitsune's face. A bedroom. Was that where he kept her? Folding the sweater over his left forearm, Kurama stalked forward and through the doorway. His eyes instantly fell upon the bed within the room, a sickening feeling welling inside his heart. There, sprawled out upon the black comforter, were the jeans that Kurama had last seen Botan wearing. He took in a whiff of air, picking up the scents of three different individuals spread throughout the entirety of the room. One belonged to Botan, one to the telepath, Ailia and the last belonged to Ren. And it was Ren's scent that was the strongest of the three. So this is his room. Kurama growled, his anger rising to the surface. Just what had happened to her here? What had Ren done to her? Though no smells of a sexual nature were detected, that didn't mean Botan hadn't been mistreated in someway. If he so much as touched her inappropriately, I'll tear his head off!

Kurama's gaze shifted away from the jeans to the garment bag lying near the pillows, his eyes narrowing at what he saw. It was the same bag Ailia had been carrying when he had confronted her in the alleyway earlier. Obviously, the deity had changed into whatever was inside the garment bag. But why change clothes? Why not keep the same outfit from before? Perhaps it was a gift from Ren? Kurama wondered, his anger quickly rising again at the thought of Ren giving something special to the deity. Anger soon gave way to concern. Whatever the reason for Botan's change of clothes, it mattered little. All that mattered was finding Botan and returning her memories. But how do I find her when I can't even sense her?

Kurama closed his eyes. Cradling the sweater against his chest, the kitsune collapsed into the chair beside the bed. What happened to you here, Botan? He wondered. His features took on a pained look as he fought desperately against the rising tide of despair that threatened to overwhelm him. And how do I find you if I don't know where you are?

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Ailia cruised along the highway that led out of Tokyo, her motions automatic as she shifted the stick of the Black BMW into fifth gear. With expert driving skill, she moved around a pair of slower moving vehicles before merging a few seconds later. The car belonged to Ren, though he never used it. He preferred to walk everywhere. So much so that Ailia had asked him why he ever bothered to buy a car in the first place. Because you never know when one will be needed. He had told her.

Ailia smiled, remembering the more relaxed mood of her leader before the finding of the scroll. Upon informing him of the danger she was in, Ren had instructed her to proceed to the chosen spot immediately, making sure to bring the scroll along with her. And in-between such orders he had sought fit to berate her for being caught by Kurama. Usually Ailia brushed off his harsh remarks, but the biting tone of his voice this time hurt her more than she cared to admit. She understood his reason for being pissed off. After all, she had practically given Kurama their home address the moment she had been captured. But did he have to yell at her about it? And why the hell do I care anyway?! She countered, frowning at the emotions now filling her heart. It's not as if I did it on purpose!

A sudden vibration suddenly erupted near Ailia's right hip, alerting her that someone was calling her cell phone. She looked down briefly then back to the road again, her features morphing into a scowl. She knew who it was and though not really in the mood to talk, she decided to answer anyway. Reaching down, she snatched the black cell phone off her belt clip and flipped it open, tapping the talk button before placing it against her ear. "Hello?" She greeted flatly as she waited for the caller to respond.

Ren's voice filtered through the receiver, no greeting in return as he asked, "Did you manage to secure the box as I requested of you?"

Yeah, I did and thanks for asking if we're all right. She grumbled mentally, instantly annoyed by her leader. Honestly, why can't he show a little concern over Botan or .. Me. Ailia frowned at the thought. What the hell did she care whether Ren was worried about her or not? He had never asked before, why should he start now? Ailia shook her head, clearing her mind of such confusing thoughts. She glanced down to the gold Reikai box that held the scroll, visually confirming it was still in her possession before returning her focus on the road once again. "I did."

"And the book?"

Ailia's features fell. In her haste to leave, the ex-ferry girl had forgotten to grab Ren's grandfather's journal. "No."

There was no reply from Ren. No sound met her ears, no intake of breath. Nothing. Anxiety began to swirl within Ailia's heart and mind. She'd been on edge ever since Kurama's surprise attack. And Ren's sudden silence was doing little to ease her nerves. She braced herself, making ready for what would surely be another yelling session from her leader.

But no shout or protest came.

Instead, Ren's voice was calm and reasonable. "It doesn't matter," he began after several seconds of silence. "By tonight's end, Koenma will learn first hand who I really am. More than anything that journal could provide him." He paused, a dark tone replacing his even one. " By tonight's end, we'll be in Reikai and all the detectives will be dead."

Ailia stiffened at the cold promise issued from her leader's lips, the certainty in his voice sending a chill of both excitement and trepidation throughout her body. She desperately wanted to believe him. But still the nagging fear in the back of her mind wouldn't let her be. They had one shot at pulling this off. Each attack had to be timed perfectly. Both Tahomen and Ren would need time to recover once they unleashed their ultimate attacks. Lina and Kigorei would have to give spiritual energy in order to speed the healing process before they all converged together at the meeting point to fulfill the final part of their plan before entering Reikai. The question was, could they do it? Ailia parted her lips, about to ask a question when Ren spoke.

"And how is Botan holding up? Well I hope."

Ailia flinched, startled by the sudden change in her leader's voice. First he was businesslike, then calm, then cold and now quiet, reverent even? What the hell is going on with him? She wondered. Where once Ren had been a calm, patient man who kept his feelings locked up and under control, the great grandson of Enma was now a scatter board of emotions. Maybe the stress had finally gotten to him. Perhaps it was the knowledge that their goals were soon to be fulfilled that had caused Ren's transformation. Or maybe I'm reading too much into it. She countered. Ailia turned her gaze to the left where Botan sat. The deity had the passenger seat tilted back, her eyes closed and her breathing steady, signaling she was asleep. "As well as can be expected, Ren." She answered at last. "For someone who's about to witness the death of her lover." She added, her voice turning gruff and questioning.

If Ren noticed the suddenly harsh tone of his subordinate's voice, he chose to ignore it as he asked in the same gentle tone so unlike his usual manner, "And the outfit? Is she wearing it?"

"Yes." Ailia answered, a new question forming in her mind at his choice of attire. "And I hope you realize she's going to freeze her ass off outside tonight, Ren."

There was a pause, an intake of breath and then Ren spoke once more. "That's why I'm counting on you to make sure she's comfortable while you await our arrival." He answered, his manner becoming more businesslike and cold.

"And how long are we supposed to wait?" Ailia nearly snapped, her patience wearing thin at his vague answers. "The weather forecast called for snow showers in the northern areas tonight. I don't want to die of exposure waiting for you to show up."

"I'll call you before we head up your way," Ren answered distantly, as if suddenly absorbed in something else besides talking with Ailia. "That's when I'll give you the final instructions."

"And in the meantime?"

There was another pause before Ren spoke again. "In the meantime keep Botan comfortable. I have some stalking to do." And with that he hung up, not allowing Ailia to get in the last word.

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Ren hit the end button on his cell phone, tucking it back onto his belt clip before straightening out the black suit jacket he wore. True he had been annoyed at Ailia's slip ups and concerned over Botan's condition. So much so that he had taken the time to call and, in his own strange way, make sure they were okay even as he stood a few buildings away from his own loft. At first, disappointment and anger had flooded his heart and mind, the idea of his home being violated by such men that he despised was an anathema to him. But upon further reflection, Ren realized what a bonus the discovery was to his cause. It eliminated his search for the detectives whereabouts.

So he had hurried back home, reaching the area in which he lived just as the detectives had broke in. He watched from high above, cold gray eyes following their every movement within the top floor of his building. Ren noticed the group was slightly smaller than before. Yet he knew the reason why. Kuwabara and Yukina were currently on a date far away from the borders of Tokyo and although tempted at such a perfect opportunity to attack one of his enemy's, he needed Tahomen closer to home. So Ren had instructed his younger brother and Lina to wait at Genkai's for their eventual arrival home while Ren and Kigorei would watch the remaining detectives and their friends.

That left Hiei.

An unknown variable to his plan but one that would be dealt with properly when the time came. Besides, Ren thought with a knowing smile as he rose to his feet all the while keeping his gaze locked on the row of windows spread across the top level of his home. Wherever Yukina is, so too is Hiei. As I would expect an overprotective brother to be. He added before turning and walking back the way he had come.

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Kuwabara stood in front of Yukina within the borders of Genkai's temple courtyard, a tender smile upon his face. Night had fallen, the stars completely obscured by the thickening blanket of clouds that hung low in the sky. A cold chill lingered upon the air, frost beginning to form due to the drop in temperature. But Kuwabara and Yukina were too wrapped up in their feelings to notice or care. Hands at their sides, the two lovebirds spoke in hushed tones, regarding each other with open fondness until the time had come to say good bye.

"I've had a wonderful time this evening, Kazuma." Yukina whispered, her face full with such tenderness that Kuwabara's heart skipped a beat.

"It was no problem, my love." He replied, offering her the most dashing smile he could manage. "Spending time with you is all that a guy like me could ask for."

Yukina blushed, touched by his words. Reaching out, the ice maiden walked forward and embraced the street fighter. "Thank you, Kazuma. For everything." She murmured into the rough fabric of Kuwabara's jacket before snuggling into the torso of her beloved.

Kuwabara winced slightly, the pressure applied causing the unhealed bite marks from the rabid squirrel to throb. Still the large man kept his pain hidden from Yukina as he wrapped his arms around her petite frame. He held her close, reveling in the feel of her body against his as he spoke. "Thank you, Yukina." He paused, his tone growing reverent. "For loving me." He closed his eyes, content to merely hold the ice maiden in his arms only to open them as he felt Yukina start to pull away from him. He tilted his head downward, a look of confusion upon his face that turned quickly to surprise as he witnessed the candid gaze Yukina was giving him.

A sudden tension filled the air. A tension that neither Kuwabara nor Yukina could ignore or delay any longer.

A hesitant look formed upon Kuwabara's face as he stared down at Yukina's pretty features. He wanted so badly to kiss her right then and there but he had to make sure it was what she wanted too.

Yukina noticed the hesitancy within his eyes, her heart lightening at the thought of his concern. She tilted her head back slightly and smiled, giving his such a look of adoration that there was no doubt that she wanted him to kiss her.

Relief flooded through Kuwabara's being. Now certain of Yukina's desire, the street fighter leaned downward, his eyes going half lidded as he gently pressed his lips upon the ice maiden's and slowly kissed her.

A tingling sensation filled the entirety of Yukina's body, the experience so overwhelming, so new, that the ice maiden was having trouble comprehending just what she was feeling. A small part of her mind recognized it for what it was. A kiss. And though it lacked the passion she had seen so many times on TV, Yukina loved it all the same.

A similar experience was happening to Kuwabara. He was so new at this, so unsure he was doing the right thing. So many times, the street fighter had gone over and over in his mind how his first kiss with Yukina should be. And although it hadn't happened under a Sycamore tree, it was nonetheless wonderful to him.

Nearby and oblivious to the couple, Hiei watched with angered eyes as the street fighter continued to kiss his sister. Hands clenched to his sides, the fire demon glared, wanting nothing more than to kick Kuwabara's ass into the next district. But he held back his fury, realizing that no matter what he thought of Kuwabara, it was completely obvious now that Yukina was willing to share her life and her body with the human detective. Fine then. He grumbled inwardly. If that's her choice, I'll leave it be. For now. With that thought in mind, the fire youkai jumped down from the tree branch near the wall surrounding Genkai's property. His booted feet landed silently upon the frost slicked ground, his steps making no noise as he began to make his way back to the portal that connected him to Mukuro's compound.

Now only Yukina and Kuwabara remained, both too wrapped up in each other to realize that their stalker had up and left them.

As Kuwabara continued the kiss, a sudden urge swept over him. Without thought and without asking, the street fighter deepened the kiss, the motion more passionate and more demanding.

Upon the deepening of the kiss, Yukina's eyes widened in surprise then relaxed. She allowed Kuwabara to hold her even tighter against him before returning his attention with equal vigor.

It was Kuwabara's turn to be surprised. Realizing what was happening, the young man abruptly broke off contact with Yukina's lips. He loosened then released his hold upon her. Pained eyes watching in trepidation as the ice maiden reached up and touched her swollen lips. Oh God, I hurt her! "I'm .. I'm so sorry ... Yukina .. I .. I mean I didn't ..."

Yukina noticed the apologetic tone in his voice and held back a frown. He seemed so troubled. Was it because he thinks he hurt me? She wondered, her suspicions proving correct as she noticed his pained features. Determined to ease his worry, Yukina gave him a reassuring smile and reached out, taking the street fighter's hand within her own. "It's okay, Kazuma. I'm not hurt. In fact," she paused, making sure Kuwabara was listening before continuing. "I liked it."

Kuwabara stared at her in dumbfoundment. "You .. Liked it?"

Yukina nodded. "Very much so." She replied before letting out a giggle.

Kuwabara relaxed and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, letting out a chuckle of his own as he joined in Yukina's laughter only to cry out as a sudden whooshing noise met his ears. "Get down!" The street fighter roared, his arms wrapping around Yukina as he lunged to the side, barely missing being hit by a series of shuriken that shot past the falling pair and imbedded themselves into the wooden walls of the temple entrance door.

Kuwabara twisted slightly as he fell, holding Yukina protectively against him as his large frame smacked into the hardened ground. Despite being surprised by the attack, Kuwabara jumped to his feet, pulling then shifting Yukina so that she was now behind him, her back facing the relative safety of the temple itself. Eyes narrowed, Kuwabara scanned the surroundings before him. His senses detected nothing out of the ordinary beyond the walled borders of Genkai's temple. But that doesn't mean jack squat. The human fighter thought in controlled anger. Someone was out there. The same someone who had kidnapped Botan and attacked Yoh. A person adept at using shuriken, multiform and stealth. A ninja. Kuwabara's features hardened, his body alert for any sign of danger. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, the excitement of the impending fight hard to ignore. Kuwabara loved to fight. Especially when the odds were against him. And being unable to sense and see his opponent stacked the odds heavily in the intruder's favor. All the more reason to kick his butt. He growled inwardly as he continued to study the surroundings. Several seconds passed, with no more projectiles seeking to harm them. But I know you're out there. Somewhere.

"Kazuma? Kazuma I'm scared." Yukina's frightened voice cried softly, drawing the human's attention back upon her.

"It's all right, Yukina." Kuwabara replied calmly, though his eyes remained in front of him. "I'll find ..." He started, his voice cut off when a sudden and unseen presence smashed into him, the force knocking the human boy off his feet and sending him rocketing backwards at a speed nearly too fast for Yukina to see.

The ice maiden gasped, a frightened look upon her face as she watched Kuwabara's body slam into then through the side wall of the temple grounds. "Kazuma!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Darting past the shopping bags she had left on the ground, Yukina raced forward in attempt to help her boyfriend only to skid to a stop when a shape suddenly materialized before her. Yukina lifted her tear streaked face upward, a horrified cry escaping her throat at the sight that met her gaze.

A man with eyes as dark as night stared back at her. His tall and imposing frame was cloaked completely in black and his features hidden by the mask he wore. Yukina knew enough about such a clothing style to realize who exactly had attacked Kuwabara. "A shinobi." She whispered, the fear evident in her voice and heart as she began to back away.

"Very good, my dear." The man spoke in a deep, almost melodic, tone as he stalked slowly towards her. "And now I'll show you a trick every shinobi has mastered."

Yukina quickened her pace, backpedaling away from the ninja only to stumble forward when she smacked into something solid. The ice maiden whirled around, recoiling in horror as her terrified eyes met the nearly bestial ones of a small woman with brownish hair and claws for fingernails.

"Hello, girlie." The woman growled menacingly before making a lunge at her.

Fearful for her life, Yukina reacted instinctively.

An ice barrier instantly shot up, saving the petite youkai from being shred to ribbons by feral woman's claws. Yukina turned and ran, heading towards the section of wall Kuwabara had been slammed into only to cry out in pain when something struck her shoulder. She twisted sideways, blood spurting outward as the shuriken sliced through her coat and sweater, sharpened metal cutting the tender flesh of the ice maiden's shoulder wide open. Yukina stumbled, nearly falling but kept her balance as she continued forward. Despite having no combat skills what so ever, the ice maiden was no stranger to pain. She lifted her left hand and covered the wound on her right shoulder, blood seeping in-between her fingers as she applied pressure. A series of whooshing noises met her ears, signaling the release of more shuriken. Ignoring the pain, the ice maiden increased her speed, bursting through the hole just before the stars could imbed themselves into her tender flesh.

Yukina skidded to a stop, eyes widening at the devastation that met her gaze. Gigantic pines were split in two, broken like toothpicks. Their wooden remains littered the ground but followed a steady pattern. One that she knew would lead her to Kuwabara. Her eyes darted frantically about as she raced forward. Please, she thought with broken desperation. Please be alive. A sudden flash of color within the darkened wood caught her eye, causing her to gasp in fear.

There, amidst the path of destruction, lay the still form of Kuwabara.

"Kazuma!" Yukina cried out, her small legs weaving through the branches and broken trunks until at last she reached him. Rushing to his side, she dropped to her knees and quickly began to inspect his wounds. There was a nasty gash just above the street fighter's right ear, most likely caused when his head had struck a particularly thick tree trunk but other than that he appeared unharmed. She felt for his pulse and found it steady. She listened to his breathing as best she could, relieved to find it normal. Thank God! She cried mentally, overjoyed to find her love alive only to have her features fall at the sound of crunching footsteps a short distance to her right.

They've come for us. She commented inwardly. Just who where these people? They must be the same ones that had taken Botan and had attacked Yoh and Mukuro. Why would they do such things? What was it they really wanted? Their deaths? Power? To torture them? A sudden but rare feeling of anger coursed through her as she realized it didn't matter what they wanted. All that mattered was that Kuwabara and her lived to see another day. I will not be afraid! I will not show fear! She vowed. Yukina rose slowly to her feet, her gaze shifting away from the unconscious form of her beloved towards the woods surrounding them. A defiant glare took hold of her features as she spotted the shinobi and the woman stalk slowly around the trees and towards her and Kuwabara. Without hesitation, she enacted another barrier and waited, hoping that her actions would give Kuwabara the time he needed to recover.

The woman sneered at her, a menacing chuckle escaping from her throat as she extended her claws. "Little girlie wants to fight does she? Well then I say we accommodate her. Eh, Tahomen."

The shinobi nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Lina." He replied as he reached into his gi and withdrew a series of stars that had been tucked inside.

The two villains attacked simultaneously. The ninja throwing his shuriken while the feral woman lunged forward, claws at the ready.

Yukina braced herself, silently praying that her barrier would hold.

She needn't have worried.

For suddenly a burst of intense flame shot before her, melting the shuriken and forcing the female attacker to lunge sideways to avoid being singed alive.

A black blur suddenly came into focus, causing Yukina to cry out in unfettered joy and relief. "Hiei!"

It was indeed Hiei. He stood protectively in front of his sister, his features a mask of controlled fury as he set his sights upon that of the shinobi who merely studied him in surprise. Are you all right, Yukina? Hiei sent to her telepathically.

Yukina nodded. Yes.

Good. He replied, a rushed tone within his telepathic voice as he added. You need to listen carefully to what I tell you to do.

Again Yukina nodded.

Stay with the mor .. I mean stay with Kuwabara. Do not leave his side for any reason, understand.

Yes. But what will you be doing?

Hiei smiled as he watched the feral woman rejoin the shinobi's side. I'm going to kill them. He replied, not bothering to hide the enjoyment of such a prospect. He cut off communication with Yukina, not willing to hear any protest from her as he switched his attention over to the two that had attacked his sister and her boyfriend. "You know, I can't say that I like Kuwabara very much, " He began, his voice full of the usual sarcasm and disdain that marked his character. "But only a coward would attack an enemy while he's defenseless."

The woman snorted. "What's this, morals from a ruthless demon. Don't make me laugh."

Hiei turned a cold eye upon her. "Oh I'll do better than that." He retorted as he flashed her his trademark smirk. "I'll show you just how ruthless I can be." The fire demon's smirk dropped, his features turning serious as a black aura began to surround him. An immense energy pulsated from the fire demon's small body, literally pushing the shinobi and the feral woman forcibly away.

Tahomen and Lina looked at each other in surprise, wincing from the intensity of Hiei's power up. They shielded their eyes with their forearms, their boots scraping wide paths in the cold forested ground as they were driven backwards.

Nearly as soon as it was begun the aura died out, revealing the arrogant frame of Hiei who smirked at their reaction. With a slow motion, the fire demon reached inside his jacket and pulled out the sheathed katana he was so famous for. Removing his sword, Hiei dropped the sheath to the side and glared coldly at his two opponents. Memories of what had happened to everyone close to him flew quickly through the fire youkai's mind, giving him the strength and desire to avenge his comrades and his mate. I do this for you my friends. He sent out telepathically, hoping they would hear his resolve should he die before seeing them again. He sent out a more personal message to the one who had claimed his once blackened heart. A message only she would hear. And especially for you, Mukuro. He whispered telepathically, allowing for the tenderness he shared with the S class female youkai alone. My teacher, my friend, my mate. With that last thought in mind, he charged forward, sword at the ready and attacked his enemies head on.

Well there you have it, nearly 70 pages on text format. It'll probably only be around 35 or so when condensed down. Anyway, I know it was a weird place to end this but this was getting too freaking long as it was. I hope you liked it. And remember, the more reviews I get, the faster I want to write. Also I'll be working on a Youko/Botan fic per a request from Volpone, who I admire and, dare I say, love so dearly. Look for a prologue soon along with chapter 36 hopefully by the end of this month. And now onto the synopsis!

Kuwabara the man reporting in with a preview for the next chapter. Man, I thought I was tough but that Mukuro lady kicks ass! But wait?! Why is Hiei's ki so weak? And why is he missing the black dragon from his arm? While we try to solve this puzzling situation, Kurama is drawn out from the relative safety of Tokyo by the reconnected bond with Botan. But what awaits for him is a trap that could cost him his life. While at the same time, Urameshi and his girl are attacked by Ren and .. Mr. Shinato?! What the hell is he up to, and why does he seem so reluctant to kill my best friend? Find out next time in Chapter 36-- Emergence