Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ A Long Intermission ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Another update and a hell of a long one! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! I still own nothing related to YYH, mores the pity. Anyway, onto the chapter!

Chapter 3- A Long Intermission

The sky was aflame in color as Kurama walked through the gate and down the short pathway that led up to the front door of his house. He unlocked the door, opening it, smiling at the smell of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies, recalling the childhood ritual of coming home from school to a snack prepared and waiting on the table. This ritual was a cherished memory and so the kitsune did not mind that his mother continued to leave baked goods as a sign of welcome. Besides, I could never say no to her chocolate chip cookies. “I'm home!” Kurama called out, closing the door gently behind him.

“Hello, Shuichi dear! I'm in the kitchen!”

The red head slid his book bag off his shoulder, resting it on the couch, walking past the living room and into the kitchen, his eyes softening as he watched his mother pull out the last of the cookies from the oven, a simple royal purple chef apron wrapped around her frame, the remnants of flour dusting portions of the fabric and the dark haired woman looked up, smiling at her son.

“How was school today?” Shiori asked, using a micro spatula to gently remove the still hot cookies from the parchment paper to the cooling rack. She knew it was a bit silly to still present snacks to her son now that he was a teenager but he never complained and he always ate what she gave him. If he didn't like it, he would tell me. She reasoned, setting the baking sheet aside.

“It was fine. The usual assignments and tests. Nothing I couldn't handle.” He answered simply, sitting down at the table.

There was something a bit different in his voice, despite it's tone, that made Shiori pause and study him more closely. In the last six months since recovering from her illness, her son seemed a bit... withdrawn... no, that's not quite it. Distracted. She corrected herself and it worried her. He never brings any friends home. I know he does well in school to please me but what is it he truly wants to do with his life? She wondered. “Did you talk to anyone in school today? Make any new friends?”

He tilted his head, surprised at her question. Normally she didn't prod too much into his personal life. Not that he truly minded it but her question was intriguing because he had been pondering about his new... friends... a lot lately. Yet in the six months since the theft incident that had saved his mother's life, Kurama had interacted with the detective and the ferry girl on only a few occasions. Now Yusuke was off on some training mission and Botan had been relegated to her primary job of ferrying souls while his friend, Hiei, was serving punishment for his actions in Ningenkai. The lack of activity on the spiritual front also troubled him. All this time the detective is MIA, far away from Tokyo and nothing has occurred? Seems rather strange. He thought, brow furrowing at the sense of disappointment that grew within him from not hearing from the ferry girl.

He had looked forward to talking to Botan again. He wanted to know how her plant was doing. Had Koenma eased up on her with his snappy attitude? How was she doing? With no cases on the horizon, it was unlikely that Botan would come to see or speak to him. After all, I may have agreed to help, but my record is still marked with my theft. If she talks to me now, it might reflect badly on her. Or perhaps she was forbidden from contacting him until a danger presented itself? The last thought bothered him and he tried his best to push his negative thoughts down past the walls that housed his emotions, flashing his mother a placating smile. “I have made a few new friends but haven't spoken to them recently.”

“Oh?” Shiori replied, delighted to hear her son was branching out a bit from his focus on schooling. “Are they anyone I know? That dark haired boy you brought to the hospital perhaps? What was his name again? Yusuke?”

“That's right.” Kurama replied with a smile. “Though I haven't seen him lately.”

“You should invite him over some time. I'm sure he'd love some of the cookies I made.”

Her concern over his social being was admirable and he could not fault her for wanting him to be more sociable. “Perhaps I will when he returns to town.”

Shiori smiled. “You said you made a few new friends, so who else have you met?”

The bubbly image of the ferry girl popped into his head and he replied softly, “Well.. there is a girl I've grown to like as a friend, though we haven't talked much lately.”

Shiori's eyes brightened. She knew her son was a bit reserved when it came to other people, never letting anyone close to him, save his own mother. But Shuichi was also very intelligent and very handsome. So handsome that wherever he went, girls would turn their heads and stare at him. That her son might have taken a bit of interest in girls as well eased some of her concern. I don't want him to be alone for the rest of his life. She thought, eyes twinkling with curiosity as she asked. “What is her name? Does she live around here or is she someone from your school?”

He noticed the delight in his mother's tone, blinking as he reasoned out why. “It's... not quite like that mother.. I...” His voice went silent at the sudden ringing of the doorbell and he rose up, exiting the kitchen, already sensing a familiar ki and he unlocked the door, opening it, his emerald eyes falling on the form of Botan who beamed up at him.

“Hello, Kurama!” She said in a happy tone then covered her mouth, correcting herself as she realized the fox spirit's mother was also in the house. “I mean... Shuichi... How are you this evening?”

He studied her human attire, noting she was dressed in tight blue jeans, with white shoes and a dark red leather jacket that clung to her lithe torso, making her amethyst eyes more vibrant for some reason and he stared at the girl longer than he intended but recovered enough to answer. “Hello, Botan. It's good to see you again.”

Botan blushed a bit as his look, wondering what was so fascinating about her that he had to stare so intently and she was about to ask when she heard the voice of a human female call out,

“Shuichi dear, who is it?”

“A friend, mother,” He answered over his shoulder, turning to the side, motioning her to enter as he spoke. “Please come in.”

The deity gave him a bubbly smile, eyes twinkling as she entered, allowing Kurama to close the door as she whispered. “It's been a while I know but I hope you'll forgive the lateness of my visit. I had meant to come sooner but Koenma has kept me very busy with paperwork and ferrying, I've hardly had time to rest.”

“There is no need to apologize, Botan. I know your work is hard and takes up all your time.” He whispered back to her.

The girl smiled, pleased at his words and she shifted her gaze beyond the kitsune's shoulder, watching as an older woman entered the living room. She was rather pretty and her features were friendly as she crossed over to them, a flour dusted purple apron on her form, eyes as twinkling as the deity's own as she spoke in a happy voice.

“You must be the female friend Shuichi was talking about a few minutes ago,” Shiori paused, holding out her hand. “I am Shiori Minamino, Shuichi's mother.”

Botan took the dark haired female's hand, shaking it gently. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Minamino. My name is Botan Akiyama, a friend of your son.”

Kurama quirked an eyebrow at her made up surname but said nothing as his mother spoke.

“You have a pretty name, Botan,” Shiori said, taking measure of the girl before her. Botan was tall for a female, lithe and very, very beautiful. And from what little she observed, the girl was happy and friendly, traits that would ease a person that may not be comfortable around others. I can see why Shuichi would be drawn to her. She thought, noting that the two of them seemed to complement each other nicely. “Where did you and my son first meet?”

Botan tapped her lips, features thoughtful as she pondered on a believable cover story. “Well... we met during a Botany meet about... six months ago.. we were discussing various seeds for the Peony plant and we just.. hit it off.. and have been friends ever since.”

Shiori smiled, nodding. “I can well believe it. I think my son loves his plants more than me.”

“Mother... that's not true...” Kurama replied softly, feeling an odd sense of embarrassment at his mother's teasing.

“Anyway, I made some cookies, would you like a few?”

“That would be great, Mrs. Minamino!” Botan replied, beaming at Kurama's mother. The deity didn't eat much while in Ningenkai but never turned down any treats that came her way.

Kurama shifted his gaze between the two women, sensing a bond forming and he blinked as his mother headed back to the kitchen.

“I'll just put them on a plate for you. Why don't you take her to the backyard, Shuichi. With your love of gardening, Botan, you're sure to love what my son has created.” She said with a wink, turning towards Shuichi, making a subtle shooing motion at her child, trying to encourage him to show some initiative, trying not to laugh at his expression of exasperation of his mother's antics. It's for your own good, Shuichi. She thought with a happy smile, humming as she entered the kitchen.

Kurama sighed inwardly at his mother's behavior though a part of him was amused and he turned his attention to Botan, tone soft. “You did want to see my garden, right?”

“Of course!” Botan exclaimed. “I've been wanting to see your handiwork for some time now.”

Her answer pleased him and he waved her to follow, leading her through the kitchen to the back door, opening it, pushing out, exiting then holding the door for the girl who followed, walking down the stone path that curved past various pines of different heights and shades that mingled with several maple trees, including low green and red lace varieties. Her ears picked up the sound of flowing water and she was drawn to it, picking up her pace a bit, the scene opening up into another part of the yard and her eyes widened at the sight.

There, in the center of a botanical oasis, lay an intricately designed waterfall. She was mesmerized by the rush of water that traveled along and down strategically placed rock slabs at three different levels, pooling down to the bottom of what appeared to be a rather deep pond. Lily pads floated along the clear surface, their flowers in vibrant shades of white and pink. Her gaze traveled along the lush green foliage that cascaded down the surrounding rock, giving it a natural look and feel. Beyond the centerpiece, hydrangea shrubs and trees in shades of blue and white mingled with ferns and various tall ornamental grasses. Flowers in various color schemes of red, purple, yellow, and blue dotted the remaining landscape and she was unable to hold back her joy and delight at such a botanical paradise. “Oh... your garden.. it's so beautiful! It's like I'm in an enchanted wood! This must have taken you a long time to do.” She knelt down, studying the floating lily pads, surprised at the sudden glow of soft blue lights that illuminated the water.

Kurama followed the ferry girl, coming to stand to her left and he knelt down as well. Her surprise was child-like in it's quality and his features softened. “Several years in fact. But now the garden takes care of itself for the most part. I am pleased that you find it to your liking.”

Botan looked over at the red head, beaming. “I don't just like it, Kurama. I love it. I wish I had the time and patience to do this in Reikai. We could use something like this on the palace grounds,” She reached out, gently tracing her fingertips on the surface of the water. “The variety of plant life is one of the things I love best about Human World.”

“They don't have trees and flowers where you live?” He asked.

“Not like this.. at least.. not anywhere near the palace. And Koenma doesn't allow me to travel far in Reikai.”

“Why is that, Botan?”

The deity shook her head. “I do not know. Perhaps he's worried I might get lost. Which is silly, considering I travel all over Ningenkai. If I can navigate that, I should be able to navigate Reikai.” She paused than smiled. “Anyway, I wanted to come visit you before Koenma sends Yusuke on his next big case.”

“Oh? So this isn't just a social call?” He asked evenly, belying the irritation that grew within. He had wanted to just visit with the girl but if she was here only for a case, that meant he wouldn't get to enjoy her company for long.

Botan blinked at his question, confused. His tone was calm enough and there was nothing in his features to indicate he was upset. So then why do I feel he's mad for some reason? She wondered. “Well... it's not that I don't want to talk more with you, Kurama.... it's just that... Koenma's rather strict about the time I spend in Ningenkai that isn't related to ferrying souls. I don't want to get you in trouble over me.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, brow furrowed. “Why would I get in trouble for visiting with you?”

The pair paused and rose, going silent as Shiori appeared, a plate of cookies in one hand and a carton of milk and two glasses in another. “I thought I'd bring this outside for you two to enjoy.”

“Let me help you with that, mother.” Kurama replied, eyeing his mother in concern, taking the carton of milk and glasses.

Botan went over as well, offering to take the plate of cookies which Shiori handed to her. “I hope you like them, Botan. They're Shuichi's favorite, just in case you wanted to know.” She said with a wink making the deity blush a bit and Kurama murmur in embarrassment.

“Mother...”

But Shiori was nonplussed, waving at the pair as she smiled. “I'll just leave you two alone for a while. Have fun on your visit!” She turned, leaving the two alone once more.

“Is your mother....” Botan started then stopped as Kurama finished,

“Trying to play match maker... yes...” He replied, setting the carton and glasses down on the stone edge of the pond. “Don't let it bother you too much. She's just not used to me having anyone over. Especially a girl.”

“Oh.... well.. still.. it's kind of cute how she thinks you and I are dating....”

Kurama repressed a smile, clearing his throat. “Anyway... you were saying...” He said, trying to steer the conversation back on course.

“Um... oh yes...” The deity began, recalling where their discussion had left off. “As I was saying, it isn't that I don't want to visit you, it's just that Koenma still has you listed as a criminal and that's causing the problem, ” Botan explained, features and tone apologetic. “I have complete faith in you and I know you are a good person, despite being a youkai. But Koenma... he worries that you may still be a threat. Which is why I decided to come and see you,” She paused, drawing out a roll of paper. “This paper guarantees that your criminal record and name will be cleared once you've completed the assignment Koenma gives you,” She handed it to Kurama. “I wanted to personally deliver it to you and to spend a bit of time with you before I have to go and visit Yusuke.”

The kitsune took the rolled paper, looking down at it and back up to the girl. “So if I perform a specific task, Koenma will clear me of my crime?” He murmured then added, “What is the assignment he wishes me to help Yusuke complete?”

“I assume you know of Maze Castle?”

“The castle just inside the border between Ningenkai and Makai where the Four Saint Beasts reside? Yes, I've heard of it. Why do you ask?”

“Well, the leader there, Suzaku, had demanded Reikai release the barrier placed around their territory so that they can immigrate to Ningenkai. As you can imagine we turned down their request. In response, Suzaku has threatened to unleash Makai nesting insects into Human World unless we change our minds and comply to his demands. Our intelligence reports indicate that he will do this soon so it's only a matter of time now before an infestation occurs, causing violent outbreaks in this city.” She paused, looking away from the kitsune and back towards the water. “Yusuke will be sent there to destroy the whistle that controls the insects. Koenma needs you to help him to achieve that goal.”

“Are you sure Yusuke is ready for such a challenge? Four Saint Beasts against two fighters sounds like a daunting task.”

Botan frowned. “I know Yusuke is young and still learning how to use his power, but his training with Genkai should boost his abilities enough for him to deal with Suzaku and his followers.”

Kurama quirked an eyebrow. “Genkai? The great human psychic? That's where he's been training at the his whole time?”

“Yep!” She grinned. “So there shouldn't be any worries! Yusuke will have improved since the last time you two met,” Her features turned somber as she tapped her lips with her index finger. “Although... there are four of them and only three of you...that doesn't quite even the odds... and they might present a challenge...”

“Three?”

“Oh...oops... forgot to mention that Hiei will also be pardoned for his crime if he helps out Yusuke.”

Well now... that is interesting... “Ah... well.. that should be helpful. Hiei is quite the fighter. The idea of defeating a powerful enemy would appeal to his... tendencies...”

Botan didn't elaborate, already familiar with the fire demon's criminal past. “Anyway... I wanted to give you this map as well...” She handed the kitsune another piece of paper. “It contains directions to the castle as well as the focal point where we will deactivate the barrier so that you and Hiei can pass through and meet up with Yusuke once he's been properly informed.”

Kurama took the folded paper, tucking it in the pocket of his jeans. “Is there anything else you have to give me before you leave, Botan?”

The girl tilted her head, features thoughtful. “No.. I don't think so... not that I'm running off just yet. Yusuke isn't due back here until tomorrow and as far as Koenma knows... I'm collecting more souls to take to Reikai,” She paused, grinning once more. “So.. today I thought I'd come by, see how you were doing, spend a little time with you. And have a few of these cookies...” She reached out, gently grabbing one of the treats, biting into the chewy goodness, delighted at how soft the cookie was.

Kurama watched the ferry girl devour the cookie, pouring her a glass of milk, chuckling at the joy on her face.

“These are really good!” Botan exclaimed after taking a big swig of milk. “No wonder you rush home after school every night!”

He quirked an eyebrow. “How do you know I rush home every night, Botan?”

She gulped, wincing at her slip of tongue, trying to recover herself as she replied. “Well.. who wouldn't want to rush home for one of these treats.. heh, heh, heh, heh....” She paused, dropping her head when the kitsune just stared at her. “I'm busted aren't I?”

“I'm afraid so.” Kurama replied, with a nod, studying the girl expectantly.

Botan looked away, voice softer, a bit shy. “It's just.. that.. well... I've felt bad about not talking to you, being busy and all, that I.. well.. I'd check on you when I could.. to make sure you were doing alright.. and I'd see you.. walking rather... fast... as soon as you were out of school.. you always headed home.. so I just assumed you really wanted to get to your house as fast as you could...”

“You were worried about me?”

“Yes.” Botan replied with a nod, returning her gaze to him. “I am sorry that I couldn't talk to you during those time. But after this mission, we should be able to visit more often.”

He smiled, relaxing a bit at her explanation, sitting down on the edge of the pond, reaching out towards the water and the deity watched, blinking as a group of four lily pads floated right to his hand, dancing to a tune only they seemed to hear, their movements the same as the motions the red head made with his fingers.

What was that just now? She wondered, voicing her puzzlement. “Kurama?”

The kitsune turned towards her, noting her confusion and he replied softly. “ Remember the first time we spoke?” He waited for her to nod before continuing. “Well, when I told you I dabble in gardening, I meant that I can manipulate plants with my power. Though to be fair, I do actually plant and grow seeds into flowers and trees in the normal manner as well.” He explained, motioning her to sit on the edge of the waterfall pond.

“So you're like a plant master?” She asked, joining the kitsune, sitting down at his motion.

“More or less..” He replied. “I have other abilities as well... but controlling plants is my main power...”

Botan thought back to what little she knew of him and nodded. “Well.. that makes sense.. You were a fox spirit after all... it's just.... seeing you in human form... I'm a bit puzzled as to what you would have looked like while in youkai form. I mean... were you like an actual fox or.. humanoid?”

He chuckled a bit at her curiosity. “I could take the form of a fox, yes... but my regular youkai form... was quite different...”

“How so?”

“Do you really want to know?” He asked, flashing her a slight smirk.

She narrowed her gaze, pouting a bit. “Is this the part where you're going to tease me?”

“Not if you answer some questions I have about you.” He replied, studying her with twinkling eyes.

She preferred the red head's teasing nature to his polite one, despite how often it made her blush. His question, however, puzzled her and she asked,“Why would you want to know about me?” It was true that she was fascinated by him, but was it worth revealing personal information to satisfy her curiosity?

“Because I want to get to know you better, Botan,” He replied, his eyes becoming serious once more. “I would like to be your friend and to have you as my friend as well.”

Her features softened. It had to be hard for him, living a lie as a human. No one understanding him or how he truly felt. What is it like to have created so many walls and barriers to hide your true emotions, Kurama? Exhausting was all the deity could think for an answer. She could tell he wanted someone to talk to. Truth be told, I'm rather lonely myself. To have a male friend to talk to would be nice. Especially one that could help her when she needed it. “Okay!” She replied, giving him her bubbliest smile. “Shoot!”

Her answer made him smile and his features turned thoughtful. “How long have you worked as a ferry girl?”

“Well.. I've been spirit guide for about 14 years... But I've only recently been promoted to head ferry girl and assistant to Yusuke.” She answered, smiling at him still. “Now then... quid pro quo, Kurama... tell me about your youkai form.”

He smiled at her proper use of Latin as he replied, “Well... in my true form... I was over 7 feet tall..larger and bulkier than this body is now. I was human in appearance save for my fox ears and tail. My hair was silver, long and straight and my eyes were gold. My facial features now are very similar to what I looked like before, an unintended influence of merging with an unborn child.”

She tried to imagine him in that form, blushing a bit at the sight that popped up in her head. “I bet you were rather imposing... and beautiful...” She whispered, blinking at his surprised look. “um... did I just say that out loud?”

He laughed softly, enjoying the conversation and her silliness. “Yes... but that is alright.. I don't mind that you think that of me.. .I find you rather beautiful as well....”

“You... You do?”

“Of course. I was a thief in my former life, always going after priceless treasures so trust me when I say I know beauty when I see it.”

She blushed darkly, clearing her throat. “Kurama...”

He tilted his head, brow furrowed. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.”She replied quickly, smiling up at him. “You said nothing wrong at all. I'm just... I don't hear such things often.”

He frowned in realization. Being a grim reaper had to be a rather lonely existence. Always ferrying souls, watching loved ones cry over the deaths of others, trying to give comfort and soothe worries. It must be stressful and heartbreaking. “I understand...” He said after a moment's hesitation. “Your busy schedule.. probably doesn't allow for a personal life.”

“What of you?” She asked. “Do you have anyone you're... fond of?”

“I do believe it was my turn to ask a question, Botan.” He replied, dodging the question, a teasing tone in his voice again.

She bopped her head lightly with her hand. “Of course.. sorry.. go ahead..”

“How old are you? I know those of Reikai blood age very slowly... just as the youkai do... and live just as long...”

“Well... I've only been alive for a little over a hundred years... but I have little memory of my childhood...” She answered, features becoming saddened. “My parents died when I was very young and Koenma raised me. I don't know my exact birth date... but I love the Christmas holiday, so I tend to celebrate it around that time period.” She looked over at him. “How old are you?”

“In my human form? Or my spirit?” He asked.

“Both.” She replied, studying him expectantly.

“Well, as Shuichi, I'll be 16 on December 29thof this year but my spirit is over a 1000 years old.”

“A 1000 years old!” She exclaimed, blinking in shock. His appearance was so youthful as a human but his eyes... she gazed into those emerald pools, finding them full of depth and wisdom.. yes.. his soul was indeed old. But if he was that old, it meant that he had been very powerful. Most likely at least A class. At that rank he could be that old and still look young. She reminded herself.

A sudden beeping noise erupted and the deity sighed, reaching into her right pocket, pulling out a purple communicator, flipping it open, the face of Koenma appearing on the screen.

“Botan, the situation has gone critical...”

The deity listened as her boss began to speak, understanding his words, noting how worried his baby-like features were. “So Suzaku has begun his attack on Ningenkai's population?”

“I'm afraid so. The nesting insects will burrow into the minds of depressed people, taking over their will, unleashing violent tendencies. That is why I want you to remain in human world. It's imperative that Yusuke be informed as soon as he's returned home. Gather whatever weapons you can manage and be on the look out for spies from Makai. Take them down and kill any bugs that you find.”

“Understood.”

The toddler lord nodded before adding, “And Botan... make sure to give Yusuke one of your communicators so that he can keep in contact with you. Koenma out...”

The screen went dark and the ferry girl closed the communicator, stuffing it into her pocket. “Sorry about that..” She said, a worried look on her features. “I don't like having to deal with this on my own. I understand that Yusuke will need all the help he can get but it's not like I'm the best at fighting bad guys, either.”

Kurama frowned. “You mean to tell me he expects you to deal with the threat in Ningenkai all by yourself?”

There was that angry tone again that was so subtle it was almost impossible to pick up on. But the deity had sensed that emotion and she turned her gaze to the red head. There was a protectiveness in his voice and she knew it was in relation to her. “Oh.. don't worry about me, Kurama... I can handle it... I will just have to be careful, that's all.”

Her words would be convincing, if he didn't feel the unease growing in the girl. “If it were up to me, I would stay and help you... but I know that's not Koenma's style.. he wants the bigger threat eliminated. But Botan, you must promise to take extra care. If you have to get violent, hit them hard and fast. Blows to the head should knock them out.”

The ferry girl listened to his words, nodding at his advice, touched by his concern over her. “I'll make sure to do just that.” Her features fell again, noting how dark it was outside, evening in full bloom, and she pouted. “Now I just have to find someplace to stay. I can't go to Yusuke's. His mother would freak out... and I don't know Keiko well enough, what with her suspicions about me and Yusuke.... silly and unfounded.. that boy loves her... and besides... the detective isn't my type anyway...”

“And what is your type, Botan?” He found himself asking, surprised at himself, though he hid it well.

The deity gave a start of surprise at his question, stammering, “Well.. that is....” She started then stopped, pouting, thinking he was teasing her again.

The kitsune frowned at her stammering and uncertainty, looking away as he spoke. “I apologize, Botan... it is not my business...” He paused then continued, the emotion drained from his face, a calm facade in it's place once more. “As to a place to stay, you're welcome to bunk here for the night.”

His behavior confused her. Just when I think I've figured him out, he throws another curve ball my way. “I couldn't... I mean... I don't want to impose...”

“It's no trouble, really,” He replied, giving her a soft smile. “I'll give you my bed... and I'll take the floor...”

“That hardly seems right.” Botan murmured, blinking when he rose, reaching out his hand to her, gently pulling her up to stand.

“It's fine, Botan. I want you to stay here. I promise to be on my best behavior.”

She studied him with narrowed eyes for a moment, wondering if he was teasing her again. When his lips didn't so much as twitch into a smirk she relaxed. “But won't your mother....” Her voice trailed off as he shook his head.

“Doesn't have to know...” He answered. “Her room is downstairs and she goes to bed early since she works in the morning.”

“Well... okay... but I feel bad...” She replied, watching as he gathered the milk and glasses. The deity took the plate for him and together they headed back into the house. “Just use your oar to float up to the second level and you can climb in through the window.”

She marveled at his sneakiness. You must have been a very clever thief as a youkai, Kurama. She thought, entering the kitchen with the red head, the smell of chicken and garlic permeating the air, her gaze shifting over to the cooking range where Shiori tossed a bunch of cooked udon noodles in a wok, flipping the contents like a pro.

Kurama's eyebrow raised at the sight of his mother cooking, though he knew it was close to dinner time. “Mother, why didn't you come and get me? I would have made dinner for you.”

Shiori turned at the sound of her son's voice, smiling at him. “I didn't want to interrupt your visit with Botan. I thought it would be nice to whip up something for dinner so that if your friend decided to stay, she could join us.”

The invitation made the deity smile. “I would love that, Mrs. Minamino. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Kurama looked from his mother to Botan, sensing that growing bond again. Must be a female thing. He pondered, setting the glasses in the sink before returning the milk to the fridge while his mother pointed towards the direction opposite of the range. “In that cabinet are the plates and you'll find both chopsticks and silverware in the drawer underneath.”

Botan set the plate of cookies on the counter and moved in the direction Shiori pointed, opening the drawer. “Which one would you prefer?” She asked, eyeing the color coded chopsticks and the cutlery. “The purple chopsticks for me. Shuichi prefers the green.”

She pulled out the aforementioned items, grabbing a third set of chopsticks, this one marked blue and closed the drawer.

“I'll get the plates.” Kurama murmured, coming over to stand next to Botan, reaching up to retrieve three ceramic plates the color of purple, laying them out on the table, the deity following, setting the chopsticks where the kitsune motioned.

“Your mother sure loves the color purple.” Botan whispered to the red head who chuckled.

“It is her favorite color after all.”

Shiori snuck a look over her shoulder, her heart lightening at how close the two seemed. This is going better than I thought! She exclaimed inwardly, shutting off the flame, snatching the nearby hot pad, wrapping it around the handle of the wok, walking over to the table, pouring out a good sized serving on each plate, returning the wok back to the range, grabbing a small clear container, returning to the table, sprinkling sesame seeds on each portion, beaming. “Voila! Sesame garlic chicken with udon noodles!”

Kurama blinked at his mother's flourish, casting a look over to Botan who clapped. “Excellent work, Mrs. Minamino! It smells and looks delicious.”

Shiori smiled softly. “Thank you, Botan. Now then, let's eat!”

The trio sat down, enjoying the dinner quietly, talking only when the food was wiped clean.

“So.. how was your visit? Did you like the cookies, Botan?”

“The visit went great and the cookies were wonderful, Mrs. Minamino! I'll definitely have to learn how to make them just like you.” She answered, beaming at the human female.

“Well.. the next time you come visit, we'll do some baking if you wish.”

“I'd like that very much!” She replied, then turned to Kurama. “You didn't tell me your mother was such a fabulous cook and baker.”

“Well... to be fair... you didn't ask...” He replied softly, eyes twinkling a bit as Botan made cat eyes at him.

Shiori laughed at the interaction. “So do you go to Shuichi's school, Botan?” She asked and the deity blinked.

“Uh... well...”

“Actually she goes to Sarayashiki Senior High School.” Kurama interjected, saving Botan from having to create another cover story.

“Ah...” Shiori replies, tilting her head. “Is that the same school that your other friend, Yusuke, attends?”

Botan blinked at the mention of Yusuke, looking over to Kurama who gave a slight smile. “Yes. Though he's in the Junior High School of the same name.”

“So you don't see Shuichi often?”

Botan blushed but answered as evenly as she could. “No.. but I plan on visiting more often after the completion of an assignment he's been given.”

“Oh? What kind of assignment?”

The deity winced inwardly at the realization of her slip up, flashing Kurama an apologetic look.

“Well... we've been given special permission to study and collect seeds from a few rare plant species in a remote part of Chichibu-Tama National Park.” Kurama replied, nonplussed at Botan's slip of tongue. “It's a collaborative effort between our two school's Botany club.”

The ferry girl studied the red head in awe, impressed at his thinking skills in stressful situations. You truly do think quick on your feet, don't you, Kurama?

“That sounds interesting.” Shiori replied. “When does that trip take place?”

“Tomorrow actually.” The kitsune answered. “Rather early in the morning. So I should head to bed soon.”

“I should really be going as well.” Botan said. “But I'd like to help you clean up if that's alright?”

Shiori waved her hand. “Don't worry about it, Botan. I just rinse off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher anyway.”

“Are you certain?” Botan replied, brow furrowed. “It's no trouble.”

“It's fine, my dear. It is getting rather late and you must live some distance away. I don't want you to get in trouble with your parents or get in trouble traveling home.”

“Okay... but.. next time.. I want to help, if that's okay?”

“Of course it is. It was a pleasure to have you here.”

“Thank you for the food and the cookies, Mrs. Minamino. It was nice to meet you.”

“Like wise, Botan.” Shiori said in a happy tone, watching as her son rose, moving towards the blue haired girl.

“I'll walk you out.” Kurama said softly, guiding the deity out into the living room.

Shiori gaze followed the pair exit into the living room, her heart warming at the sight of her son escorting Botan out. Perhaps this is the start of something more between them. She thought wistfully, recalling the love she still carried for Shuichi's deceased father and the newer love she felt for her boyfriend, Kazuya.

The red head stopped at the door, opening it, allowing Botan to exit, “Well... goodnight, Botan. It was a pleasure to have you stop by. I look forward to your next visit.” He said, motioning his head upward as a signal for her to float up and to the second floor.

“As do I. Good bye, Shuichi. I had fun talking with you and look forward to our trip tomorrow. Goodnight.” She replied, just in case Shiori might be listening in on their conversation.

The kitsune closed the door gently, going back into the kitchen. “Would you like me to help you clean up, mother?”

“No, Shuichi. I can do this just fine. Why don't you head up to your room. It sounds like you're going to need all the sleep you can get for your big trip tomorrow morning.”

“Very well.” He went over, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek. “Goodnight, mother. Thank you for the cookies and for dinner.”

“You're welcome, Shuichi. Goodnight.”

Kurama smiled and returned to the living room, grabbing his book bag off the couch before heading up the stairs. He entered his room, laying the bag on his desk, opening the window as he spied Botan floating in front of it, helping her inside before closing it again. “There you go.”

The ferry girl climbed into his room, blushing a bit as she murmured. “I've never stayed the night in a boy's room before.”

“It's nothing too exciting or exotic I promise, Botan.”

The blue haired girl shuffled her feet, voice shy. “Um... I don't suppose you have anything I could wear to bed, do you?”

He blinked at her question then chuckled softly. “Well.. nothing that a girl would wear.. no.. but I do have t shirts.. and... I could probably find a pair of shorts that would fit you.. would that be alright?”

“That would be fine, thank you.” She answered, taking a closer look at the kitsune's room. The last time she was here, she had been injured and dizzy, so the details were a bit fuzzy. Now that she was in her full state of mind and vision, she grew curious, spying an acoustic guitar resting in a stand in the far corner and she moved towards it, smiling at the sudden imagine of Kurama playing music that danced in her head. She inspected the guitar visually, finding the word, Alvarez, in metallic print on the headstock.

Kurama, meanwhile, had opened his closet, crouching down to tug open the bottom drawer of the wood dresser that rested inside, pulling out a pair of black gym shorts that he wore during his last year of junior high. He rose, sliding a green t shirt off a hanger, pulling back and turned, holding out the items. “Here you go, Botan.” He called out, his gaze shifting, falling on the deity as he watched her approach his guitar.

He walked over, voice soft. “Do you like guitars, Botan?”

The deity nodded, turning to him. “I love music as much as I love plants,” She replied with a smile. “Do you play often?” She asked, taking the outstretched clothing from the kitsune's hand.

“Usually every night. It helps me to relax and focus my mind.”

“I would like to hear you play sometime,” She said softly. Looking down at the clothes in her hand she blushed and cleared her throat. “I'll just go... change in the bathroom.”

Kurama nodded, watching the deity enter the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind her. It had been an interesting day to say the least. He'd gone from being disappointed at the lack of contact with the deity to having her stay the night in his room. He chuckled silently at his mother's insistence that he continue his contact with Botan. Not that he hadn't already planned on spending more time with the girl. Having her as a friend was his current goal. And it looks like I'm well on my way there in that department. He thought with a smile as he returned to his closet, pulling out a pair of dark blue pajama pants. He tossed them over his shoulder, waiting for the deity to emerge, tilting his head as she exited the bathroom, features a bit shy.

“How do I look?”

Truth be told she looked cute standing their in his clothes. The shirt was large enough to give her some room and long enough that it covered just past her bottom. The shorts stopped about three inches above her knees, and his eyes focused on her bare legs, admiring them as he spoke. “You want the truth?”

“I …. well... I guess...” She replied, features and voice uncertain. He was looking at her rather intently and she felt a bit self conscious.

His features softened at her look, not wanting to make her feel odd as he replied. “I think you look rather cute.” The kitsune wanted to chuckle at her gasp of surprise but repressed it, heading towards her.

His words made her blush and she looked down at the clothing she wore, voice soft. “You think so?”

“Yes.” Kurama answered simply. “I'll change into these pajama pants then we can settle in for the night.”

He entered the bathroom, changing out of his school uniform, hanging it up before sliding into his pj pants. He brushed his teeth then relieved himself, washing his hands and turning out the light, a small night light coming to life as he exited. The kitsune found the girl sitting on his bed, chuckling when she turned to look at him. A blush on her cheeks.

“I often sleep shirtless, Botan. But if it bothers you, I'll grab a shirt.”

“It doesn't bother me at all, ” The deity replied, admiring the view of the kitsune for a moment longer before looking away. “Besides, I have imposed on you enough.”

He studied her for a moment before he spoke. “But you are also a guest. If I do or say anything that upsets you, please let me know,” Kurama turned, pulling out a spare pillow and a green sleeping bag, unfurling it and laying it underneath the window. He walked over, turning off the light, the room growing dark save for the faint nightlight that glowed from the bathroom. He unzipped the bag, sliding in, calling out in the darkness. “Goodnight, Botan.”

The deity watched Kurama prepare his bedding for the floor, slowly sliding under the covers of his bed, nestling her head in his pillow, catching his scent on the fabric, finding it masculine but pleasing, with a hint of roses and she wondered if he slept with flowers near his bed. Maybe he uses them as weapons of some kind? She wondered, closing her eyes as she whispered back, “Goodnight,Kurama... and thank you for letting me stay here tonight.”

“Anything for a friend.” He replied, closing his eyes, surprised at how tired he suddenly felt and he drifted off into a land of dreams, free of the danger that would soon follow them both when the sun rose in Ningenkai.