Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Elemental Education ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Bekka glared at Loki, arms crossed over her chest, “What's the game this time?”

 

Loki cocked his head at the girl, “What? No pleasantries? No `go to hell'? I'm hurt, Absinthe.”

 

“Fine, whatever, go to hell. What's the game, Loki?”

Loki sat in an ornate chair that appeared behind him. “Patience, my dear Absinthe, is a virtue you still need to work on. Have a seat.” Bekka gasped as she suddenly found herself sitting on Kurama's lap. He was equally as surprised to be sitting since he had not moved from the doorway. Kuronue was still standing in the archway, staring agape at the sudden change in positions. “This does not really concern you, Kuronue. You can stay or go, I don't care.”

 

“If it concerns them, it concerns me,” he stated firmly, taking the remaining seat.

 

Loki shrugged then ignored the bat. “The challenge is simple, as always. You just need to retrieve a small item, that's all.”

 

Bekka snorted, “If it were that simple, I wouldn't have needed any training. Spill it, the whole game.”

 

Loki gave the girl an appraising glance. “Think how much trouble you would have saved yourself had you asked that before.” Bekka's eyes narrowed as Loki smiled at her. Before she could snarl at him, he continued, “You're right, there is more to it than just a simple retrieval. First, the item you're retrieving is extremely valuable, and therefore well guarded. You know of this item as a philosopher's stone. Here, it is called Enma's Seal. It was stolen. Your job is to get it back.”

 

“So, now I'm just your girl-Friday or something?” Bekka chaffed.

 

Loki's gaze turned lecherous, “Would that you were.”

 

Bekka quailed under the god's heated gaze and leaned back into Kurama. He wrapped an arm around her and snarled at the god, “Continue explaining, Loki.”

 

Loki's expression cooled to merely a smirk as he resumed, “It benefits us gods to work together, therefore, your challenge. The rules are also simple. Kuronue will not join you. Only the two of you, Absinthe and Kurama, will be permitted. Absinthe, you must take the lead. Kurama is permitted to assist, but this is your challenge.” Loki looked over to Kuronue, who was ready to protest, “You do have a role to fulfill, but it is not until Absinthe has completed her challenge. Were you to assist her, you could not meet your other role. You will be told when you are needed,” Loki pointed at the stone dangling around the demon's neck. The bat subsided.

 

Bekka spoke up, “What's the time frame?”

 

Loki sighed and leaned back in his throne, “The seal was stolen yesterday. You have twenty days to find it and get it back.”

 

Bekka's eyes went wide, “Why? You planned that?”

 

Loki snorted, “No, I did not plan it, stupid girl. You were supposed to have a similar challenge but the seal was stolen and the time frame had to be moved up. It takes three weeks for the seal to imprint to a new owner. If you do not return it in time, Enma looses one of the symbols of his authority, and part of his power.”

 

“How far stepped up?” Bekka wondered if that meant she wasn't really ready, and why couldn't Enma just get back his own seal?

 

“Only by two days,” Loki replied off-handedly, “and why should we gods work when we have lesser beings around?”

 

Kurama's hackles rose at being called “lesser” by this pompous godling. He snarled, “What else do you know?”

 

Loki smirked, “More than you could possibly understand, kitsune. But, that matters to you now, that if she fails, neither Oberon nor I will be able to safe guard her from the consequences of that failure.”

 

Bekka blanched, “What do you mean by that, Loki?”

 

Loki looked at her seriously, almost concerned, “To fail means that you not only die, Absinthe, but that your soul becomes bound to the stone. You will become a part of the seal and will not rejoin your grandmother.”

 

“And if I refuse?” Bekka was beginning to fear the game.

 

“Stoning will seem like a day at the beach.”

 

Kurama could feel the girl trembling on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to let her know that he'd support whatever decision she made. She leaned against him, drawing comfort from his touch and support. She knew there was really only one decision she could make. Closing her eyes, she spoke wearily, “I accept your challenge, Loki, and your rules. The game is now in motion. Unless you have something to say pertinent to the game, leave.” She opened her eyes and glared at the god.

 

Loki stood, “Good fortune, Absinthe.” He held her startled gaze a moment longer and vanished.

 

Needing more comfort, Bekka turned in Kurama's lap so she was sitting sideways, drawing her knees to her chest. He adjusted his hold on her, pulling her close, resting his chin on her head. Kuronue rose from his chair to sit at the kitsune's feet, leaned his head against Bekka's waist, offering his own mute support. Whispering, Bekka confessed, “I'm afraid. He's never wished me luck before.” The two demons exchanged a glance and held the shivering girl as closely as they could.

 

Eventually, she calmed. “Kurama,” she began, “I need you to get more information. We need to know as much as possible. Loki apparently didn't know that much or he would have told us. Kuronue, you and I will work on training like normal tomorrow. For now, let's get some sleep.” She sighed deeply, unfolding herself from Kurama's lap.

 

“Why did Loki say the seal is called a `philosopher's stone'?” Kurama asked, letting the girl up from his lap.

 

Bekka frowned slightly, “There are stories and legends about a philosopher's stone, saying that it can allow base metals to be turned to gold or produce an elixir that will grant eternal life or some other power. The goal of alchemy was to change one substance to another, but they were limited by certain rules. The philosopher's stone was supposed to circumvent those rules.”

 

“Alchemy?”

 

“Alchemy is the belief that through an understanding the nature of matter, one could change its form from something without value, like lead, to something with value, like gold. A lot of people believed it, but there isn't much evidence that it works.”

 

“What sort of rules were there?” Kurama was intrigued.

 

Bekka looked at the kitsune and smiled a little, “Well, I only know a little about it, but one of the rules was that to gain something, one had to give up something of similar value. Some alchemist claimed it was possible to create a human if enough of them worked together so they could survive the process or if they had the philosopher's stone. I don't really know much else about it, though.” She yawned at this point, reminding Kurama that it was very late and they had a lot to accomplish in the next days. Gently, he wrapped an arm around her and steered her to bed.

 

Kuronue followed mutely, worried about the two he was beginning to depend on. While the nature of the kitsune allowed them to be solitary or in groups, it was the nature of the bat to need others, to live in a colony. He hated that he was excluded from helping them. What possible role could he fill that did not involve helping them? Bekka was frightened, something she had never admitted in his presence. This disturbed him greatly, because he saw her as strong and confident.

 

Bekka could feel Kuronue's conflict. She pulled away from Kurama and wrapped her arms around the bat, resting her chin against his chest so she could look up at him. “Kuronue,” she began, searching for words to comfort him, “there is no weakness in admitting fear. Weakness comes from giving into fear.”

 

Kuronue was flabbergasted. He protested, “But you're fearless. You didn't fear Raiden, you didn't fear climbing that rock…”

“You're wrong, Kuronue. I was afraid of climbing, very afraid. As for Raiden….no, I wasn't afraid of him, I was, however, afraid for you.”

 

“But…” he wanted to argue with her more, only to be cut off.

 

“Giving into fear cost me too much, Kuronue. I cannot do it again. I have to learn from the mistakes I've made and continue to go forward.” She felt Kurama slide behind her, wrapping his arms around both of them. “My little bat, I don't understand the game, nor do I like the rules, but if we don't follow them, we will be punished. I don't want that to happen. Please, try to understand.”

 

Kuronue sighed, “I don't like it.”

 

“Neither do I,” Kurama stated flatly.

 

“But, it's why I'm here,” Bekka countered. “You've known that from the beginning, Kurama. I've explained it to you, too, Kuronue. This game is the whole reason that I was brought here.” She sighed, “That doesn't mean I like it, either.” She brought her head down and rested her cheek against Kuronue's chest. She would miss the feel of the two demons holding her when Loki took her away, but she didn't want to think of that yet. “C'mon, let's get some sleep. We have a lot to do.”

 

Kurama had a lot of trouble finding information about the seal. While people knew it had been stolen, no one seemed to know anything about the thieves. Koken even accused Kurama himself of doing it and then fishing for compliments. “Like I'd do that,” he scoffed in response. The only useful information he was able to gather was that a band of petty thieves were suddenly acting far too cocky for their reported skill levels and previous heists. Following this lead, he went to scout their hideout. A group of mixed demons ringed the camp, guarding it, so that he could not get very close. Frustrated, he returned to his den to report his findings to Bekka. Things had changed so much for him in the time he'd known the girl. He wondered if there were anyway for her to continue to stay with him after the game was over. He wanted to keep her, not as his property, but as a companion. He was beginning to feel the same way about Kuronue, as well, though he would never readily admit to those feelings.

 

Bekka listened to Kurama's findings as she sat across from him at the table. Kuronue was standing in the doorway, listening, but not participating. Frowning, she asked, “You couldn't get closer because they'd sense you, right?” He nodded, used to the series of questions and allowed her to continue. “They would have sensed your yoki, right?” He nodded, waiting to see where she was going, but getting an inkling and not liking the idea. “They wouldn't be able to sense me, however.”

 

“You're not going.” Kurama stated, his voice hard, brooking no argument.

 

Bekka raised an eyebrow at him, “And, why not?”

 

“It's dangerous. Those demons are a lot stronger than Raiden and his group.” I couldn't save you if you were caught, he added silently.

 

“Kurama, I knew it would be dangerous. I expected that. I'm not going in to fight, just to make sure they have what we want. I won't let them know I'm there. I won't get caught, Kurama.” She added gently.

 

“You're right you won't get caught because you're not going.”

 

Bekka bit back her first reaction. Now would not be a good time to get in a fight with the kitsune, not when she needed his support. Standing, she walked over and knelt by his feet. “Kurama, I know you're worried about me. Please, the best way to help me is to let me get the information we need. I'll be careful, I promise you. I have to go, though. We both know that.”

 

Kurama cupped the girl's cheek and sighed, “I know,” he answered her. “I know but I don't like it. You've already gone through a lot.” He dropped his hand and looked away from her, more uncertain than he was before.

 

She reached for his chin, bringing his eyes back to meet hers, “And I will go through much more before all is said and done.”

 

“I don't like it.”

 

“Neither do I, but it's the way things are. I don't know how to change them, Kurama. I don't know what I'd change them to.” Her hand went to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing along his lips.

 

Kurama pulled the girl up and kissed her desperately. He didn't understand it, but he was afraid to loose this ningen who had infected his orderly world with chaos. He pulled her close, pushing her backwards as he rolled on top of her on the floor. Barely giving her a chance to respond, he poured his fear and uncertainty into her.

 

Bekka opened herself to him, accepting his pain, trying to sooth it away from him with her hands and her body. She knew why he felt this way, but couldn't bring herself to inform him, leaving him to his confusion because it would cause less pain in the long run. Now, she allowed him to use her as a vessel for his angst, but did nothing to relieve it.

 

Kuronue watched only briefly before realizing what he was seeing. This was an act of one lost to reason, not an act of passion. He closed his eyes, waiting for Kurama's weakness to pass. He could not bear to see those he cared for in such a state, it seemed wrong. He clenched his fists at his sides, thankful that the kitsune continued to kiss the girl, muting any noises that would have been made. He hated Loki for making the proud so painfully needy.

 

Kurama's world dissolved into darkness as he collapsed against Bekka. She held him, rubbing his back, trying to continue to sooth him. She looked over to Kuronue, standing stiffly in the doorway. “Come here, Kuronue.”

 

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She reached a hand out to him, waiting for him to move. “I can't,” he whispered.

 

“Why not, my little bat?” she asked.

 

“I don't want to see you so weak. It makes me afraid,” he confessed in a broken whisper.

 

“Kuronue, I'm sorry. Can you be strong for us? Please, be our strength.” She continued to hold her hand out toward him, her eyes pleading with him.

 

Hesitantly, he approached her, kneeling to take her hand. She drew him close and used his hand to massage Kurama's back. “Kuronue, please, understand. After the game, I won't be here much longer. He'll need you. You can't be afraid of his weakness. You have to find your strength and use it to help him. Be honored he trusts you enough to show you his weakness.”

 

Kuronue considered the girl's words. It was rare for any demon to admit to weakness, much less show it. He continued to rub the kitsune's back even after Bekka let go of his hand. Slowly, his own fear dissolved, allowing him to appreciate the gift of Kurama's trust.

 

Kurama's senses returned to him slowly. He could feel a trio of hands on his back, rubbing him. Voices spoke quietly to each other, but they didn't make sense to him, just a murmur of sound in the background. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of someone's breathing beneath him. This confused him momentarily. Then he remembered, his act of desperation, of need, of using the girl, not even giving her a chance to push him away. He began to feel guilty when one of the hands on his back moved to his face, causing him to open his eyes. Grey eyes met his with acceptance and understanding. He tried to lower his golden eyes, but the hand wouldn't let him. He tried to get up, but arms and legs prevented him from moving. “Let me go,” he growled, feeling dirty.

 

“Not until you listen to me,” the girl under him pronounced.

 

“What?” he snarled back at her, not feeling that he had any right to be near her after using her so badly.

 

“Two things, Kurama. One, there is no need to feel guilty. If there were, I would have already told you. I wouldn't have held you; I would have pushed you away, so stop with the guilt thing. It doesn't suit you. Two, I appreciate your desire to protect me, but there are things I need to do. I will be going to the camp tomorrow. Please don't argue with me about that anymore.”

 

Kurama looked at the girl, “You're not mad?”

 

“No, why would I be?” she asked, bemused.

 

“I didn't give you a choice, nor any pleasure.”

 

“There was no choice to be made. As for pleasure, you've given me a great deal of that. You had a need and you allowed me to fulfill that need for you. What greater pleasure is there than to be needed?”

 

“But, I used you…” he protested.

 

“And I've used you to get the training I've needed. What's your point?” her voice took a cynical note.

 

He looked at her, bemused. He should have expected that answer by now. Smiling wanly, he kissed her lightly on the lips, “Thank you, my dear Bekka. May I get up now?” he smirked at her.

 

She returned his smile and released him, “Only since you asked so nicely.”

 

The next morning, Kurama led Bekka to where he'd seen the gang of demons. Kuronue stayed behind after a mild protest. Though they'd rather things continue as they had been, both demons realized that being involved in the game forced changes, whether they liked it or not. If Bekka could accept this, then they could as well. They really had no choice in the matter.

 

A ring of assorted demons circled the camp, spaced evenly so that their perception would overlap each other's. They were alert and wary. If they didn't have the stone, Bekka thought, then no one did. Kurama stopped at the edge of where the demons might pick him up. He would wait there, not liking the fact that he was sending the girl into danger, but not having a choice. She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a quick hug, “I'll be careful, Kurama-sensei,” she whispered before letting him go and vanishing from his sight. She had learned to start the invisibility spell without chanting, but needed to chant to maintain it. He truly had no choice but to wait for her to return. Sitting on a nearby root, he waited, trying not to think the worst.

 

Bekka watched Kurama a moment before walking away. She had begun chanting under her breath, watching where she stepped carefully to avoid making noise. While the spell did make her invisible, it did nothing to stop any noise she made, save the continuous monotone of “you can't see me” that maintained the cloak. She crept along, choosing to enter the circle near a demon so that she could ensure that she was undetectable. If this worked, she could bring Kurama in with her to help relieve the gang of the seal. She sidled next to the demon, keeping an open mind to his thoughts, but detected none that led her to believe that he sensed her presence. A mental sigh and a slight relaxation in her posture were the only signs of her relief as she continued past him to the inner circle.

 

Here, things were much different. The atmosphere was relaxed, almost party like. Demons were cavorting with one another, engaged in mock battles or real intimacy, depending on preference and interpretation. In the center of this group, a small demon seemed to sit supreme. His blood red eyes scanned the festivities, smirking now and then as he observed especially enthusiastic couples. His hair stood like blue flames around his head, making him look like a fire brand. His clothing was bright orange, making his hair seem that much brighter. He had several other demons fawning around him, some chained to his throne and as the mood would strike, he would pull one of these demons in for a vicious kiss or a bite from their necks. All of those around him bore open wounds on their necks from his mouth. But, what really caught Bekka's attention was the red stone around his neck. It was roughly the size of her fist and almost seemed to pulse with a light of its own. This, she was sure, was what she was after. But, how would she get it away from his neck? Maybe if…but Kurama would definitely not like the idea. She would tell him the situation first, and maybe he would have a better idea. As she was considering, a messenger ran up from behind her, just missing running in to her, to fall at the leader's feet.

 

“My Lord Mekiharu, there is a kitsune sitting outside our boundary. He will not say why he is there. What is your command, m'lord?”

 

Bekka's heart almost stopped in her chest and she almost dropped her litany of “you can't see me” when she heard this proclamation. She almost held her breath, waiting for Mekiharu's response.

 

Mekiharu smirked, “A kitsune, hey? Hmmm…I wonder if it could be him? Oh, how much joy would it be to rub in his face that I am a better thief than he is?” He rubbed his hands together in glee. “If his name is Kurama, bring him here,” he ordered.

 

Hearing this, Bekka took off at a full tilt run, to warn Kurama, to inform her of her plan, something, all she knew is that she had to reach him first. If she didn't, the game could be lost. Once past the outer ring, she dropped her chant and concentrated solely on running. She reached the kitsune out of breath. In a rush of words, she explained, “He has it. His name is Mekiharu. He wants to see you, to gloat. Give him me as a gift. I have a plan. Please don't argue, there isn't time.”

 

Kurama opened his mouth to protest, but she jumped up and kissed him before he could say anything. Her kiss was desperate and he responded automatically, wrapping his arms around her. The sound of another nearing them caused her to pull back and slide down to the ground to stand behind him.

 

The same messenger she had just seen entered the clearing. “Are you the one known as Youko Kurama?” he demanded.

 

Kurama pulled himself up proudly, “I am.”

 

“My Lord Mekiharu commands your presence,” the servant replied.

 

“I was hoping to see him as I have a gift for him,” he indicated Bekka. She was deeply relieved that he was going along with her plan, but she could feel him thinking that she was being stupid and foolish and they should have taken more time to discuss things. She regretted the lack of time, but she knew that he would have objected to her plan. She wasn't sure that she didn't object to her plan. It was absolutely ludicrous and dangerous, but she didn't see that she had a choice in the matter. She had to get close to Mekiharu in order to get the stone, and becoming his slave was the only way she could see to do so.

 

When they reached the clearing and Kurama could see the leader's other slaves, he became angry with Bekka. He wanted to grab her and run from there, return to his cave and yell at her for being such an idiot. He didn't care what the reason, it was not worth her life to get back the stupid stone. But, it was too late for that now. They were stuck with the plan she had devised. At least, he hoped she had a plan. How he wished they had the time to discuss things first. He felt the beginnings of fear for her.

 

Bekka was very aware of what Kurama was feeling. She wished that she could explain, but they just didn't have time. They had only eighteen days left in Loki's deadline and his threats scared her more than Mekiharu could. She sincerely hoped she had learned enough from Kurama to pull this off.

 

Mekiharu sat in his throne, smirking at the legendary Youko Kurama. He had pulled a heist that even that one could not. He looked at the red headed ningen behind him, wondering what her purpose was when his runner announced, “My Lord Mekiharu, the one called Youko Kurama claims to have a gift for my lordship.”

 

“A gift, hmm?” he purred, his voice reminding Bekka of a large growling dog. “So, Kurama, you bring me a ningen, do you?”

 

Inwardly, Kurama quailed. Outwardly, he smiled benignly and pulled Bekka in front of him, cupping her chin, “I do, Mekiharu. Far be it from me to fail to congratulate you on your success.” He ran his hand down the girl's body, “Isn't it lovely. And so well trained. I think you will be pleased.” Lightly, he ran his claws down Bekka's neck, drawing out a gasp from the girl.

 

“Remove your ward and send her over here,” the firebrand commanded.

 

Reluctantly, Kurama moved to comply. He felt a sense of betrayal at this act, as if he were somehow doing something horribly wrong. He didn't understand this and worked on shoving it to the deepest parts of his mind. She was in charge, so Loki had said, and if this was what she wanted, the he had to go along. He hated it.

 

Bekka had to fight herself to not rub her arm after Kurama removed the ward. It had been there so long, she had almost forgotten about it. She also had to bite her lip to keep from saying anything to him. She didn't want to do any of this. She wanted to run away, back to his den, forget the whole thing, make him forget it as well. When he pressed against her back, she walked over to Mekiharu, keeping her eyes lowered. When she reached his feet, she knelt, eyes still lowered. Her own inner turmoil made it difficult for her to filter through the turmoil around her. She was actually caught off guard when Mekiharu reached behind her to grab her hair, pulling her head up to look at him. Her grey eyes widened in shock, causing the blue-haired demon to chuckle.

 

“Yes, pretty enough. Interesting coloring, as well.” He brought his other hand up and ran a finger down her cheek and neck. “I wonder how she tastes,” he muttered, almost to himself as he pulled her head back farther. She gasped as her body arched to keep herself balanced, biting back a yelp as his teeth bit into the skin of her exposed throat, drawing blood. She failed to fully suppress the shudder that coursed through her body as he lapped at the open wound, however, causing him to chuckle, thinking that she was enjoying herself. He pulled back to look at the girl, her eyes closed, and chuckled. “Very well trained, Kurama, and delicious as well. I am pleased. Do you care to join us for a meal and perhaps a little entertainment?”

 

Kurama smiled, playing his part, “I would be most delighted to hear how you outsmarted old Enma.”

 

Bekka was wishing that she could project her thought, but they had not figured out any way for that to work, even though they had tried. Kurama's thoughts were very loud in her head, his anger at Mekiharu, even at her, making him louder than he normally was. She dropped her eyes to the ground and tried to look back at him, attempting to communicate with him in some way. Unfortunately, Mekiharu caught her actions.

 

“So, ningen, do you already miss your former master?”

 

Bekka froze, unsure what to do. Mekiharu was amused by the idea, so she decided to play a long, hoping it would work out well for her. “He was my master for a long time,” she murmured, keeping her eyes down.

 

The demon leader grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. He saw a mixture of fear and hope in her eyes and face. In a good mood, he decided, “Why don't you go and say good bye to him, then.”

 

Bekka felt hope flare through her. She bowed to Mekiharu after he released her and walked over to where Kurama had sat down, sliding into his lap. He wrapped an arm around her waist automatically as she thought carefully over what she wanted to say. She needed his advice on how best to survive retrieving the stone and leaving the camp. Leaning against his chest, she began, “Kurama, I will miss the fires at night.” She really hoped he got the reference to Raiden. She was desperately trying to formulate a plan. His mind flashed a picture of Kuronue as he'd been that night and she nodded against his chest, covering the action by snuggling closer to him.

 

“No, I don't think you will,” he replied, thinking of Mekiharu being on fire and enjoying it.

 

“Oh, I suppose not,” she sighed against his chest. His thoughts continued, showing Mekiharu drowning, but with a hesitancy behind it. “I will miss you, though.”

 

“You can always take your mind to the void and see me there,” he responded.

 

Bekka looked up at him, surprised. “I almost forgot about that.”

 

“You do tend to get stuck on one thing, don't you?” he returned evenly.

 

She grinned lecherously at him, “But you enjoyed me getting stuck on one thing.” Her eyes remained serious, trying to let him know she understood his warning and suggestion.

 

He brought his hand up to her cheek. “Yes, I will miss that, especially when I return to my lonely den. I suppose it just means I'll have to go out more often again.”

 

“You managed well enough before me. I'm sure you'll find someone. After all, who wouldn't want to be with you?” she nuzzled against his hand.

 

He looked her in the eye, “One would almost think you loved your master.”

 

She came close to losing her composure. He was serious about his comment. “No, but there is one who does.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “At the fire.” His mind flashed an image of Kuronue and she nodded against his hand.

 

He pulled her in and kissed her deeply and she responded to him fully, to the delight of those watching. Pulling back, he whispered, “You learn quickly, don't you?”

 

She caught the emphasis on “quickly” and smiled at him, “I've heard that comment, yes.” She stood up from his lap, “I will miss you, Kurama. Good bye.” Bowing to him, she turned and walked back to kneel at Mekiharu's feet.

 

The demon looked at her closely, “So, you like fires, do you?” Bekka nodded, having a lot of trouble reading the leader as he leaned closer to her. It wasn't so much that he could hide his thoughts, but more that he didn't think one thing at a time. His mind darted from topic to topic with no seeming connection, leaving the girl bewildered as she tried to follow. He traced a finger along her cheek, tipping her chin to look at him. “What is it about fire that you like, girl?”

 

“I like how it flickers and flares over the wood, consuming it fully. Fire reminds me of passion,” she stated softly.

 

“Passion, hey?” Mekiharu murmured, grabbing her chin and pulling her in for a kiss. Bekka's eyes widened in surprise briefly before she caught herself and began to respond to the violent affection. She brought her arms around the demon's neck, tangling her fingers in his hair, trying to get a feel for the material of the chain around his neck. She could feel his mild surprise at her reacting so fully to him and his own rising desire at this.

 

He forced his tongue into her mouth, almost causing her to gag as it hit the back of her throat. He didn't care about her enjoyment, only his own, and his own pleasure was foremost in his mind at that moment. He didn't care who was there or what they would try. He only wanted to consume the girl, show her what passion would really do. Watching her with the kitsune had tripped something in his mind that made him want to possess the ningen, to wipe away any trace of the fox from her. There was something wrong with their relationship, in his mind, and he needed to fix it. Viciously, he pushed her backwards, his hand going to her throat.

 

Bekka gasped, trying to get enough air in her lungs to sustain her. This action seemed to spur Mekiharu on. Bekka's eyes widened as her clothes began to burn away from her body, scorching her skin in the process. Carefully, she exerted her own control over the fire, pushing it away from her skin. Mekiharu took no notice of this, however, being too intent on his own actions to notice or care about what she did. Bekka realized this could be her chance to act. This demon's stupidity, that thing which kept him from being a truly great thief, was the thing that could save her and Kurama if she acted quickly.

 

Kurama watched Mekiharu's attack on Bekka with great discomfort. He desparately wanted to pull the demon off of her and rip him limb from limb, but knew that would only serve to endanger her. He saw her push the flames away from her without reaction from her tormentor. As he continued to watched with a controlled expression, he could see her gathering up the elemental energies. `What is the girl thinking?' he wondered and the glowing ball of energy spread out from her, surrounding him and the entire camp. He could see the energy extend to where the guards stood around the camp. Had he blinked, he would have missed the sudden crashing down of the elemental energies onto the entire camp. What he did miss, however, was the screams of pain and agony from every throat as their ki was viciously snuffed out. He missed this because the sudden suppression of his own ki caused him to pass out.

 

Bekka panted from exhaustion. She barely had the strength to remain awake, but she still had to move. With great effort, she shoved the dead weight of Mekiharu off her, rolling him so that she could pull the stone off his neck. Looking around, she pulled a cloak off of one of the other demons who'd been standing around and wrapped it around her body. Unsteadily, she walked over to Kurama, hoping that her desperate attempt to spare him had been successful. `He's still breathing,' she thought with relief as she collapsed on his chest, unable to fight exhaustion any longer.

 

Kuronue halted in his restless pacing of the dojo. The stone around his neck began to burn against his chest. He was being called. Quickly, he ran from the den, heading in the direction he knew Bekka and Kurama had gone that morning. As he ran, the stone began to get hotter, guiding him in a silent game of hot and cold. He passed by a dead demon leaning against a tree and was confused. The stone suddenly returned to its normal state. Slowly, he continued on, unsure what to expect. The sight that greeted his eyes was the last thing he expected. Scattered around the clearing were the bodies of demons, all apparently dead. As his eyes continued to scan the debris, he saw the familiar forms of the kitsune and the ningen who were his family. Afraid, he approached them cautiously. Relief washed over him as he saw they were both breathing. Kneeling next to the unconscious pair, his heart wrenched when he saw the expression of pain etched in Kurama's features. He brought his hand to the kitsune's face and tried to ease the agony from his expression. “I'm going to get you home. You'll be better when you rest in your own bed.” Briefly, he wondered what the best way to get the two of them back to the den would be when he heard foot steps behind him. Standing, he brought out his scythe to face the intruder.

 

“Kuronue, I am not here to harm you in anyway. I am here to help,” the darkly clad figure spoke.

 

“Who are you and how do you know my name?” the bat demanded.

 

“My name is Oberon. I know that Bekka has mentioned me. She has completed her challenge a lot sooner than we thought she would. This, however, is not the end of her time here. Not yet. She still has a task to complete before we can take her from here. Your part has just begun, however. I will help you get them back to the den and explain.” The god knelt and gathered the fallen girl in his arms. Standing, he waited for Kuronue to pick up the kitsune.

 

With some difficulty, Kuronue managed to lift the other demon, turning to follow Oberon, wanting, needing, more information from the god. “What more are you going to force her to do?” he demanded, not feeling particularly generous at the moment.

 

Oberon sighed, looking contrite, “We didn't plan this game, it wasn't one of ours, but it suited our purpose, so we made use of the situation. What happened to them is that she just barely managed to control her energies enough to spare both their lives. If we hadn't had our hands forced and had gone on the original time schedule, she probably would have been able to shield him completely from the effects of extinguishing all the ki around her. As it is, it will take them both time to recover. She severely over extended herself and just managed not to kill him.”

 

“She would have died, wouldn't she, were you not involved in her life?” Kuronue bit out.

 

Oberon looked at the girl in his arms a moment and then at him, “Most likely.”

 

“Why did you send her after that stone?” Kuronue demanded.

 

Oberon looked at the bat sympathetically. “Once she agreed to the game, she became our agent, our hands in the world, so to speak. While we are gods, we are limited in what we are allowed to do among mortals.” He smiled slightly, “Some of us enjoy bending the rules, but none of us break them. Were we to break our rules, it would spell disaster for us and those we bent the rules for. We could be stripped of our powers by the other gods. It is just better all around to follow rules. And, one of those rules is that mortals have free choice over their actions. Because of this, we could not just take the stone back. We needed to use an agent to get it back for us.”

 

“You're nothing like Loki,” the bat commented on how freely Oberon gave information without taunts.

 

Oberon laughed, “Personality wise, you are correct. I am his superior. Almost a father figure, in a way. He is one of many that I watch over, ensuring they follow the rules of our lives and games.”

 

“You have other humans you use the way you use Bekka?”

 

“Humans, demons, and others, yes. Bekka is not even Loki's only focus.”

 

“You inflict Loki on others?”

 

“They choose him, or agree to be part of the game. We try not to force anyone to participate. We are not cruel.”

 

“You aren't?”

 

“No, not really. When her part of the game is over, when she has learned what she needs to, she will be rewarded for her part.”

 

“Rewarded?” Kuronue asked incredulous. “What reward could you offer for what you put her through?”

 

Oberon smiled, “She will find it reward enough.”

 

Kuronue gave the god a strange look, not understanding, and remained silent for the rest of the walk to the den. Gently, both placed their burdens on the bed, Oberon removing the stone from the girl's convulsive grip. The god then led the bat into the living room and indicated for him to sit across from him at the table.

 

“Kuronue, I will now explain your purpose in this game. You do have a role to play, as you have been told. As I said earlier, had we had the time to play the game we planned, Bekka would have had that much more control over her power. As it is, she almost killed Kurama and severely exhausted herself. You need to watch over the both of them, keep them safe and help them regain their strength. When it is time for Bekka to leave, we ask that you will stay with Kurama. You do have a choice. You can decide to stay or you can decide to leave. It doesn't matter to me.”

 

“You know I cannot leave them,” the bat protested.

 

Oberon's expression softened, “I know, but I needed you to know you have the choice.” He stood, “I will return when they have recovered to give Bekka her final task here. I wish you well, Kuronue.” With that, the god vanished.

 

Kuronue walked back into the bedroom, lying next to Kurama, draping an arm across his chest to hold Bekka as well. The kitsune's tail moved against the bat's leg weakly. Bringing his lips to the Kurama's ear, he whispered, “Shhh, sleep, I am here.” He was surprised at how Kurama relaxed at those words, the tension and pain leaving his face. Sighing, he snuggled close to the other demon and allowed himself to drift.

 

It was several days before either Kurama or Bekka woke. Had Oberon not spoken with him, Kuronue would have been out of his mind with worry. As it was, he was still mildly panicky.

 

Kurama stirred first, his eyes opening in confusion. He moved his head to look around, unsure and some how reassured at the familiar surroundings. He smiled as the worried face of the bat appeared within his line of sight. “Kuronue,” he whispered, not having the strength to say anything else.

 

Kuronue placed a finger against the other's lips. “Quiet, kitsune. You need to rest. Are you hungry?” When he blinked in assent, Kuronue maneuvered them so that Kurama was resting against his chest and began feeding him small pieces of fruit and vegetables. He began talking to sooth both of them, “You've been asleep for about a week, Kurama. Oberon helped me bring you two back here. He said that she has time to recover before she leaves us. I've been so worried about you. You almost died. She almost didn't have the control to spare you.” His voice broke and he wrapped Kurama in a tight hug. “What would I have done?” he whispered against the kitsune's neck.

 

Kurama was shocked at this display, before remembering that Bekka had told him that Kuronue loved him. Slowly, he brought his hands up to cover the bat's arms and leaned back against him. “I'm still here, Kuronue, I'm still here.” He barely heard Kuronue's whispered “please don't ever leave me,” as the bat continued to hold him. Eventually, Kurama drifted back to sleep, still exhausted.

 

Bekka woke later in the day, her eyes blearily focusing on Kuronue still holding Kurama as he slept. Relief washed over her as she reached out to touch one of the demons, to further reassure herself that they were really there and were safe. Kuronue caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to face her, “Good morning, sleepy head.”

 

She smiled tiredly at him, “Good morning, my little bat. How long has it been?”

 

“Almost a week. He woke up about two hours ago and ate a little bit.” He kept his voice quiet, not wanting to disturb the slumbering kitsune.

 

“Food sounds good. Is there still some in the bowl you used for him?” She pushed herself into a sitting position, inwardly cursing the vertigo she felt.

 

Kuronue reluctantly let go of Kurama long enough to hand her the bowl. “Why is he so much weaker than you are?” he asked.

 

Bekka frowned. “I suppose I'm a little more used to this feeling than he is. I sincerely hope he never gets used to it.” Her face clouded, “I almost killed him, Kuronue. Why don't you hate me?” She fell into her lap.

 

Carefully, Kuronue placed Kurama on the bed and pulled the sobbing girl into his lap. “You didn't kill him, Bekka. It's not really your fault. Oberon told me that had they kept the schedule they'd planned on, you would have been able to shield him without a problem. It's not your fault.”

 

“Yes, it is!” she wailed. “I could have taken the time to think of something else. I could have tried to stall or something. I was the one who insisted we go. It was my idea and I almost killed him. You should hate me, both of you should!”

 

Kurama woke during her tirade, only really hearing the last part of it. “Bekka,” he whispered. When her watery eyes turned toward him, he continued, “You did what needed to be done. You didn't kill me. There is no point in borrowing guilt for things that you did not do. Stop it.”

 

He reached out to pull her toward his chest, wanting to make her stop crying. She resisted his weak pull but could not stop Kuronue from placing her in the kitsune's arms. Kuronue snuggled up behind her, wrapping his arms around both of them. Kurama laid a hand on the girl's cheek, looking her in the eye. “Bekka, my dear, please don't cry. We don't hate you. You know that, or you would if you paid any attention to what you can feel. I don't like what you did, but you accomplished what needed to be done. You scared me, girl. I don't like that. But, I don't hate you.” He pulled the girl to his chest as tightly as he could. She resisted momentarily, feeling unworthy of their affection and then submitted to their continued solace, eventually falling asleep in their arms.

 

At Kuronue's insistence, Bekka and Kurama spent the next two days in bed. He had been so worried about them while they'd slept, he would only leave the room long enough to get them food. On the third day, both of his patients rebelled, tackling him and demanding to be let out of bed for at least a bath if nothing else. Laughing at them both from where Bekka had pinned him to the bed, “If you're feeling that anxious, I can think of other things to do with you energy.”

 

Bekka sat back on his chest, “I want a bath first. I feel gross.” She still felt some guilt, but managed to hide it from the demons. They accepted her, and that meant a lot to her.

 

Kurama ran a hand up her arm, “Yes, utterly gross. She needs a bath. We need to help her to make sure she gets rid of all the grossness.” He pulled her mouth toward him in a teasing kiss. She allowed him to kiss her and then licked his nose as he pulled back. He glared at her playfully, “Yes, she needs to be cleaned up.”

 

Kuronue hummed as he ran his hand up her outer thigh to her waist, “Such a dirty little girl. She definitely needs a bath”

 

“Dirty girl, am I?” she huffed, moving to get off the bat when he pulled her down.

 

“Who said you could go anywhere?” he murmured, pulling her lips to his, expressing a need for contact, for reassurance, for release. Since the three had been together, they had never gone so long without some form of intimacy and all three craved the connection.

 

“No one,” Bekka answered when he pulled back for air. She trailed her lips down his jaw to his neck, allowing Kurama to claim the bat's lips. She was pressed between the two bodies uncomfortably but would not have had either of them move. She could feel their need, their pleasure building along with her own. She could never last very long when the two of them ganged up on her. They wouldn't last very long either, she could feel.

 

Kurama backed away slightly, allowing Bekka to adjust her body to a more comfortable position as he began kissing the back of the girl's neck, finding every sensitive spot and paying special attention to it. He loved the sounds of her gasps and moans and the sounds she brought out of Kuronue with her ministrations added to the auditory experience, making him desire more, making his body demand release. He kissed down her spine, licking and tormenting every inch of skin he came across, tearing away the clothing that stood between him and his goal. She may yell about it later, but right now, none of them really cared enough about clothing to remove it properly. He tore the fabric of her skirt, removing the shredded fabric from her body as he followed the line of her back to the cleft of her ass. She arched her back, bringing her puckered hole up to meet his questing mouth.

 

Kuronue was aware of the kitsune preparing the girl, and when she arched up, he took the opportunity to bring his mouth to her breasts, suckling and pulling on them hungrily. He felt her lips on the top of his head, her groans and gasps playing against his skull. He didn't know if he could wait long enough for Kurama to finish preparing the girl before entering her. He needed to feel connected, he needed to feel a body around his aching shaft. He could feel her juices dripping from her body onto his sac and it was driving him mad with desire, need, lust.

 

Bekka's mind was lost, all she knew was sensation, touch, feel, need. Nothing else mattered. She groaned deeply as Kurama's finger entered her ass, exploring, probing, preparing her for more. “Please,” she gasped, almost surprised she managed to get that much out. In response, Kurama added a second finger, stretching her so that his entrance into her body would be a pleasurable as possible. Kuronue continued to play with her breasts as if he were a starving man drawing sustenance from them. She again managed to groan out “please,” hoping Kurama would know what she wanted.

 

Kurama removed his fingers from the tight warmth, shifting his body so he could coat his shaft with her own juices, lubricating himself to enter her body. Slowly, he placed the head of his erection against her puckered entrance and pushed in. Bekka's head came back, her body arching fully to permit the intrusion and her breathing coming in gasping pants. Kurama watched as Kuronue watched the girl's facial expressions, trusting him to warn him if the girl was in pain. Kuronue's hand went to the girl's cheek and his fingers slid into her mouth, where she began to suck on them. Once Kurama was fully in the girl, he reached between the tangle of legs to guide Kuronue's shaft into her body, teasing her clit with it before he allowed it to enter. Bekka released Kuronue's fingers from her mouth and put her head against his shoulder, overcome by the sensations her body and mind were experiencing. Kurama braced himself against the bed and Kuronue grabbed the girl's hips as the two males began to move in harmony, thrusting in and out of her body. Kuronue brought his head up and Kurama pressed his lips to the bats, squeezing the gasping groaning girl between them. Their pace quickened, all three rapidly reaching the point of no return. Bekka's body began to convulse first, drawing the two demons over the edge with her as she screamed out in pleasure. For a moment, for an eternity, the bodies of all three were drawn tighter than the strings of Bekka's violin before release and exhaustion claimed them.

 

Bekka was unconscious as Kurama gently drew out of her, moving his body to the side, pulling her body with him. Blearily, he looked at Kuronue, who had a similar expression, “Bath?”

 

Kuronue blinked before answering, “In a minute or two. I think she has a good idea for now.” His eyes drifted shut.

 

Kurama smiled and allowed himself to drift to sleep as well.

 

Some time later, they managed to get themselves bathed and relaxed in the living room, Bekka sitting on Kuronue's lap at his insistence. Also at his insistence, Bekka related the events of retrieving the stone. She was reluctant to say anything at first, but eventually related the events, staring at the ground the entire time. Kurama filled in the few details she missed, impressed over all with how much she remembered and how much could be conveyed in a few simple words. He remembered Loki's comment about her being a good story teller. Even though she didn't want to tell the tale, she told it well.

 

“Did you feel them die, Bekka?” Kuronue asked gently.

 

She leaned against his chest, “Some, but I was so focused on trying to control the energies that I didn't really feel it.”

 

Kuronue rested his cheek against the girl's head. “I'm glad you didn't feel it.”

 

Bekka closed her eyes and rested on Kuronue's lap as he held her. Kurama watched as his companions comforted each other, feeling content. He smiled softly over at them, enjoying the intimacy the two shared. Bekka opened her eyes and smiled back at the kitsune. With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes again and drifted to sleep. Kurama yawned and pushed himself wearily from his chair. “Let's go to sleep, Kuronue.”

 

The next morning, the three were sitting at the table, discussing what they would do for the day when a voice from the doorway interrupted them. “Bekka, it is time for your last task here.”

 

Bekka looked over from her seat on Kurama's lap. “My last task?”

 

“Yes, your last task. I need you and Kurama to follow me please. Kuronue, it would be better if you waited here until I call you.” Oberon's face was stern and seemed to be slightly troubled.

 

Bekka rose hesitantly, standing by the chair until Kurama stood and they walked together to follow the god. Oberon led them into the bedroom, directing them to sit on the edge of the bed. Taking a deep breath, he faced Bekka. “I know you have been happy here and you have brought happiness to Kurama and Kuronue. You know how they both feel about you and that is the reason for this last task.”

 

“What am I going to do?” she asked, worried.

 

Oberon gazed at the girl a moment, considering, before he spoke. “You know that your leaving will cause certain problems emotionally for the two you leave behind?” Bekka nodded, dreading leaving for that reason. “There are also indications of more reasons to ask you to do this final task. Those reasons are not quite clear, and if they were, I could not inform you of them.”

 

Kurama shifted nervously, “What are you going to ask her to do, Oberon?”

 

Oberon looked at the kitsune, before returning his gaze to Bekka, “Lapsus memoriae,” he said simply to her.

 

Bekka's eyes widened as the words filtered through her mind. A slip of the memory. He wanted her to cause a memory lapse? “Why? Can I?”

 

The kitsune did not understand the words the god had spoken, but Bekka seemed upset. “Can you what?”

 

Before she could answer, the god spoke, “Verba ita sunt intelligenda, ut res magis valeat quam pereat.”

 

She looked at the god blankly for a moment while the Latin ran through her mind. Understand the words so the subject is understood. He didn't want Kurama to understand what was going on yet. “Quare?” she asked, why?

 

“Deus vult!” he responded.

 

“Res ipsa loquitur, sed quid in infernos dicet?” she snapped back. That it was god's will was obvious, but what the hell did that mean?

 

“Pro bono.” For good.

 

“Cui bono?” Who's good?

 

“Bonum commune communitatis.” The general good.

 

“And if I choose not to?” she asked deliberately dropping back into the language Kurama could understand.

 

“Then I will have to, but I think that you would prefer to be in control of the process.”

 

“What process?” Kurama broke in, disliking being left out.

 

“Doesn't he have a choice?” she followed his question with her own, wanting to force Oberon to explain what he wanted her to do.

 

Oberon had the grace to look uncomfortable with the dual questions. Bekka had a point, but he received his orders from a higher source than himself. The only choice he was permitted to offer was whether he performed the task or if she did it. “I cannot offer him a choice unless he wishes to choose your care or mine. The task must be accomplished.”

 

“What task?” the demon asked irritably.

 

“Explain, Bekka,” Oberon ordered, wanting to be sure the girl understood.

 

Taking a deep breath while glaring at the god, she turned to face the kitsune. “He wants to erase me from your memory.”

 

Kurama bolted up from the bed, “Why?”

 

Bekka hung her head, “Because of your feelings for me and something else he's not telling me.”

 

“I don't want to forget you,” he stated flatly. “I don't want you to leave, either.”

 

She looked at him, pain in her eyes, “Kurama, this is not my end game. I know that. Please, I'm sorry, please don't make this harder than it has to be. I give you the choice. Who would you rather change your memory, Oberon or me?”

 

“Do you even know how?” he demanded of her, feeling betrayed.

 

“No, but I'm sure Oberon was going to give me instructions.” His tone stung her, but she felt as if she were violating the trust he had put in her. She hated feeling this way. She slumped on the bed, head hanging low, eyes closed.

 

Seeing the girl look so dejected hurt the demon, leaving him confused and angry. He turned on Oberon, “Why can't she stay here? Why do I have to forget her? I don't want to let her go.”

 

Oberon looked pained as he explained, “As she said, this is not where her game ends. We still need her and she still needs to play. She knows that. I can only tell you the same think I told her. You have to forget her because of how you feel about her. We will not leave you alone, though. Kuronue will remain with you.”

 

“Why does he get to remember her?” the tone was as near a wail as the controlled kitsune would allow to cross his lips. He knew he sounded infantile, but he was in pain.

 

Oberon bowed his head, “I don't know. I was given my commandments and I am fulfilling them.”

 

Deflated and defeated, Kurama sank onto the bed next to Bekka. Pulling her close, he closed his eyes, trying to block out the painful sight of the god standing before him with his head bowed. Bekka wrapped her arms around the kitsune and buried her head in his chest, mutely begging for forgivness.

 

“Bekka,” Oberon said softly, waiting for the girl to look at him, “remember that ignorance is bliss. You will not be leaving him alone nor with heart break.” With that, he slipped the knowledge of how to modify Kurama's memory into her mind and walked out of the room.

 

Bekka turned her face to Kurama's. “Will you allow me to give you bliss?” she asked, her eyes pleading with him to grant her permission. She cupped his cheek in her hand, “Please?” She slid her hand behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

 

He pulled back slightly, running a finger along her jaw. “Will it truly be bliss, Bekka?”

 

In response, she kissed him, maneuvering so that she was straddling his lap, running both her hands into his hair, rubbing his ears. He allowed himself to fall back on the bed, pulling back from her once more to ask, “Is this what Oberon would have done?”

 

She met his eyes, “No, he just would have snapped his fingers. I have to do things a little more hands on because I don't have the same power.”

 

He brushed her cheek with his palm, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Since it has to happen, I prefer your way.” He pulled her back to his mouth.

 

Bekka slowly began the process that would remove her from his memory as she explored every aspect of his body, bringing him to what heights of sensual pleasure she could invoke.

 

Meanwhile, Oberon returned to the living room to speak with Kuronue. “For whatever reason, you are permitted to remember Bekka. Kurama is not. I do not know the reasons. I need you to not speak of her nor her time here.”

 

“How are you going to explain my presence, since it is because of her I am here?” Kuronue asked, trying to absorb the god's dictates.

 

“That is up to you. He will sleep a day after she has finished her work. During that time, you can fill in your story and any other details you wish. His feelings for you will not change. In fact, his feelings for the girl will transfer to you, as well. I know you love him, and he loves you, as well. Take comfort in this.”

 

Kuronue bowed his head, “I will miss her. How do I explain my sorrow?”

 

Oberon bowed his head. “I'm sorry. I can ease your pain, but I cannot make you forget.”

 

“You, too, are limited,” Kuronue observed.

 

Oberon smiled wryly, “Yes, even I have to answer to someone.”

 

The two sat silently, each lost in their own thoughts. After a period of time, Bekka walked into the room carrying her bag and violin. Her shoulders sagged and she could not bring herself to look at the two in the room. “It is finished,” she whispered.

 

Kuronue stood and walked to the girl, wrapping his arms around her. “I will miss you, Bekka, but I thank you for the opportunity to become close to Kurama. Will you remember us?”

 

With she nodded against his chest, “I will remember you both very fondly. I will miss you, but I must go on.”

 

Kuronue tightened his hold on the girl briefly before letting her go to be with Kurama.

 

With dull eyes, Bekka faced Oberon. “It is time, Bekka. You have said your good byes. I will transport you this time.” With that, the world dissolved around her as she was pulled through time and space to her next destination.

 

A/N This was a difficult chapter to write…it's long (and I went and added to it…I'll explain in a minute or three), it's subject, I only knew how it had to end when I started writing it, I wrote it while attending an anime convention. It took me five days to write this chapter…the original form didn't have a lemon in it (unless you count those three paragraphs near the beginning of it, but I didn't…I posted this chapter unedited at ff.net) mostly because by the time I got to where the lemon would be I was exhausted…I had been sick, hadn't gotten a lot of sleep because of the con…and just really couldn't figure out quite what to do with all the limbs….but, I've had two or three weeks since I wrote it, and such nice requests for a threesome, I thought I'd try….it took two attempts because wasn't happy with the first one, but I think I managed it…what do you think? Ah, yes…I got yelled at over on ff.net for making people feel emotions! Yay, that made me happy…please tell me y'all felt emotions…I wanna know since I'm considering reworking this story to a completely original work to see if I can get it published…who knows? Lol oh, yeah…the Latin…I didn't want Kurama to understand what was being said…I suppose I could have used German, but I just felt like using Latin (I took three years of German, so I used to could talk it…). Oh, what else? Reviews! :D

 

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