Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ Training ( Chapter 7 )

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

Another update and a few notes. Now I know some people will scratch their heads as I talk about Reikai but the manga introduced a few things that the anime didn't even bother to touch upon and that is that there is a celestial court system that punishes those who violate Spirit World Law, there are officers of the court, police, a Special Defense Force, and a jail system. King Enma is always on business trips around Reikai so the world is just as large and populated as the other two realms.

We are only allowed to see the gate of judgment. Concerned Reikai citizens formed a terriorist group at the end of the manga and held Koenma, George, Botan and all the ferry girls captive. That means, again, that there are lots of other people living in Spirit World, so it stands to reason that there are villages and towns within that world. We just don't get to really see it so I'm not making everything up in relation to Reikai. Anyway... onto the story!

Chapter 7-Training

March 3, 1993

Kurama returned to Reikai two days after the Yukina incident, continuing where he left off in the case studies. He felt the deity's presence before he saw her, closing the case file on the table, not wanting her to see the gory details of the photos contained within and he rose, smiling.

“Hello, Botan. I didn't expect to see you here today.”

The deity returned his smile, voice soft. “Well, my case load was light today and when Koenma told me you were up here going over some cases for him, I thought I'd stop by and see how you were doing.”

He was delighted to have her near him again, finding her presence calming and his heart missed her most of all,though he could not give voice to his growing emotions as he replied. “It is going well, I think, but I believe a walk would be a nice get away from the material I've been reading.”

Botan beamed. “Can I come along?”

He nodded. “I insist,” The red head headed out into the hallway with her, asking, “I have yet to see the entirety of the grounds here and I was wondering where you think would be the best place to create your present for you.”

“Present?”

He tilted his head. “The landscape drawings I gave you? I'd like to see where the best place to build that for you would be.”

“Oh.. right..” She knocked her head gently with her knuckles. “I'm a bit absent minded sometimes.. sorry about that...” Botan paused, waving him to follow. “I think I know the perfect spot for you to plant the flowers and trees, Kurama.”

The kitsune didn't like how much she put herself down. We'll have to talk about that sometime. He promised silently, following the ferry girl down the corridor, crossing through a new hallway and they turned left and exited through a different door than the one two days before. They entered an open and barren courtyard, save for a lonely tree and an enormous multi-storied building in the same style as the main palace building.

“What is this place?” The kitsune asked, surveying the desolate landscape with a critical eye, his mind going over the plans he created for the deity, envisioning additional ideas to brighten up the ground and surroundings.

“This is where all the ferry girls reside.” Botan answered, standing to the red head's right.

“How many ferry girls live here?”

“Over a 1000 at any one time.”

His eyebrows shot up and he turned to her. “So many?”

Botan features grew a bit tight. “There has been a great increase in the number of mortals dying lately, so we've had to recruit more girls from the entirety of Spirit World to keep up. Most of the females have no interest in devoting their life to guiding the dead. They prefer to remain far into the interior of Reikai, unaffected by the daily affairs of Ningenkai and Makai.”

Kurama's features turned thoughtful. “I remember you saying Koenma wouldn't allow you to travel Reikai so you have no certainty as to what lies beyond the borders of the gate of Judgment and the palace grounds. Yet, if what you are saying is true, that means there must be a large population of Reigens here.”

Botan nodded. “Yes. But how many there are and what they do I only hear bits and pieces from the few ferry girls willing to talk about their past.”

“Oh? And what do they say?”

“My, but you are curious.” Botan replied in a serious tone though her eyes danced a bit, enjoying the conversation and his interest in her world.

He caught the look in her eye and his emerald orbs twinkled. “I am by nature a curious fox, I can't help it,” He returned, flashing her a small smile. “So tell me, what have they said?”

“Well, they said there are villages and towns scattered throughout the entirety of Reikai. There is a governing body that oversees the land, separate from the Celestial court that hands down the rulings on violators of Spirit World Law. Spirit World Jail is also in a different location from the palace and Lord Enma travels Reikai on business trips often, though what he talks about or negotiates for, I have no idea,” She paused, brow furrowed as she added, “But whatever lies beyond, once we are in service to Koenma, we are not allowed to go beyond the borders of the palace, save for visiting family or entering Ningenkai or Makai.”

“I wonder why there is such a restriction on your movements here,” He murmured. “I confess I would like to travel your world sometime, to see what it's like.”

Botan tilted her head and smiled. “Well, maybe someday we can do that together, if Koenma ever allows it.”

“I would like that, Botan, traveling with you at my side would make the adventure even more worthwhile.” He turned his gaze back towards the lone tree, missing the look of surprise on the girl's lovely features and the redness upon her skin at his words.

Such a simple statement made Botan blush and she lowered her gaze, that odd feeling returning to her heart. Why am I so emotional today? She wondered.

“This place is the perfect size for the landscape design I drew for you, Botan.”

She lifted her head at the sound of his words, gathering control of herself, her bubbly nature rising to the surface, excitement in her voice as she spoke. “You think so? That would be wonderful! It would be nice to see some color and life to this place. Just because we deal with death doesn't mean this place should be barren and boring!”

Kurama smiled at her enthusiasm and he walked forward, heading for the lone tree sitting in the center of the bare courtyard, stopping before it and he reached out, laying his palm along the decaying bark and he frowned. You've been neglected for too long, friend. He thought, sending power through his arm, the tree growing, dead bark morphing, returning to a healthy brown hue. Branches elongated in rapid succession, bright leaves sprouting, shaking as if in joy as it was revived to it's full form, delicate flowers opening, vibrant pink petals blooming to life, a pleasant floral scent filling the air. Kurama lowered his hand, smiling as he looked up at the now healthy cherry blossom tree. “You're now as you should be.” He murmured.

Botan watched as the tree came to life, growing, becoming a beautiful display of color and her breath caught in her throat at sight of Kurama's power in action and she marveled at his ability as she moved to stand beside him. “That was... wonderful! I never knew this tree could bloom such beautiful flowers.” She held up her hand, catching a falling petal, delight in her eyes and she let out a cheerful laugh.

Kurama turned, watching the ferry girl, smiling at her simple joy, his heart not unaffected by the way she laughed, blinking when she reached out and touched his hair, ruffling it a bit, a couple of petals falling past his face and the girl giggled as he tilted his eyes up, jutting out his lip to blow up a puff of air, sending more petals raining down. “I suppose I look a bit silly with petals in my hair?” He said gamely.

“A bit.” She replied, smiling up at the kitsune, her own eyes widening a bit as his hand reached out and gently touched her hair. She watched as he withdrew his hand, opening it, revealing several petals, his voice soft as he murmured.

“Well, you never look silly to me.”

He was so hard to read at times and Botan wondered what the red head was truly thinking and feeling in regards to her but the look in his eyes and the way he spoke to her made the deity's heart flutter and she looked up at him, voice a bit shy. “Never silly?”

Kurama found her blush endearing and he shook his head slowly. “Never..” He paused, sensing that same heaviness in the air that lingered between them off and on when they were close to each other and he sought to ease the tension with teasing as he spoke, eyes dancing now. “Now, silly acting, that's another story all together.”

She blinked at the change in tone then laughed softly, the spell broken. “Hey now...”

Her laugh brought a smile to his face and he turned his gaze, motioning out to the desolate landscape. “I think the next time I'm up here, I'll bring along a few seeds and plant them. At least then you'll have some colorful flowers to lighten up this drab place.”

A sudden thought bloomed in the ferry girl's mind at the mention of flowers and she exclaimed, “Oh! there's something I've been wanting to show you!” She cried excitedly, gently grabbing his hand and tugging him forward.

He blinked when she took hold of his hand but did not protest, keeping pace with her as the pair headed for ferry girl quarters. Kurama stood behind Botan as the blue haired girl let go of his hand, sliding a card through the slot, the glass door opening, revealing an open and pale blue entryway. He followed the deity inside, instantly sensing several pairs of eyes on him. Giggling and whispers erupted to his left and he turned, finding a small crowd of ferry girls staring at him in varying shades of interest.

“Hey Botan?! Looks like you've caught yourself a hottie!” A purple haired girl called out, grinning. “Don't wear him out too much or some of the other girls might pounce on him.”

A rare look of trepidation crossed the kitsune's features and the girls laughed at his discomfort.

Kurama felt the sudden touch of Botan's hand on his, feeling her fingers twine with his own and he looked up at her, surprised at the look of irritation and possessiveness crossing her lovely face as she spoke.

“Too bad, ladies! He's already taken and I don't share!”

“Ooh...!” A chorus of voices sounded out but the deity paid them no mind, pulling Kurama up the winding staircase in the center of the entryway and away from the gaggle of females. She kept her hold on his hand, finding it warm and pleasing and she was reluctant to let go yet she did, voice soft but apologetic.

“Sorry about that,” She began, climbing steadily up the stairs. “I hope I didn't make you feel awkward at my words but it was the only thing I could think of to get them to leave you alone.”

Kurama smiled in understanding. “It's alright. I rather liked being claimed by you.” He replied, smirking a bit. Truth be told, while it surprised him to hear such words coming out of Botan's mouth, he rather did like her possessive talk, even if it was a ruse.

Botan did a double take at his response, stopping in her tracks, turning to face him. She studied his features for a few seconds, murmuring. “You're teasing me again, aren't you?”

He looked up at her, eyes twinkling. “I am,” He said in a teasing tone before his voice shifted. “I am curious though...”

Botan turned back, continuing her walk up the stairs, stopping at the fourth floor, turning left and heading down the open corridor, the kitsune close behind until she stopped and pivoted right, sliding her key card down the slot that read room 434. “About what?” She asked, stepping inside as the blue doors parted, revealing a good sized room.

Kurama entered behind her, his eyes scooping out the area, finding a pale blue comforter spread across a queen sized bed. A vanity lay to his right where several photo albums lay visible. A door to his left was open, revealing a bathroom complete with a full size tub and shower combo. He walked across the wooden floor, heading towards the book shelves, eyes perusing the numerous volumes, surprised at the variety of literature in several languages and his mind reasoned out, Of course she knows how to speak different languages, she travels all over the world, not just Japan. “Interesting collection.” He murmured, still studying the books before him.

Botan watched the red head eye her room, feeling a bit shy at how intently he studied her book shelves. I hope he doesn't think I'm some silly girl that reads only romance novels. “Well.. I … I thank you... I mean, I know I'm just a simple grim reaper but I do enjoy reading all kinds of things.”

He smiled, sensing her shyness and he turned, wanting to ease her worry. “I can tell, Botan. I'm rather impressed at the variety.”

She blushed and shuffled her feet. “Kurama.. Well.. I'm not as smart as you but I do love to read.”

He frowned at her self doubt and shook his head. “Botan, you should not doubt yourself so much. I know you're more than just a simple grim reaper. You're smart and beautiful and there is no shame in loving to read. Don't let anyone tell you different.”

She looked up at him, still blushing at his words though she nodded. “Okay... but... you still haven't answered my question.”

He blinked. “What question is that?”

“I asked you what you were curious about but you didn't tell me.”

He remembered and nodded. “Yes... as I said, I was curious about something,” He began, moving to stand closer to her. “ Judging by the response of those ferry girls in the hallway entrance, I believe it is safe to assume that there are no ferry men working here, correct?”

Botan nodded, impressed at his deductive reasoning. “That is correct,” She answered then explained. “The men in Reikai feel it beneath them to deal with the ferrying of souls,” She paused, heading over to the french doors just past the night stand next to her bed. “Koenma also believes that too many men and women working and staying so close together would result in... um... complications...” Her voice trailed off, unable to bring herself to voice the truth.

“Ah...” Kurama sounded, understanding crossing his features as he watched the girl open the doors, sunlight flooding through, chasing the shadows of the room away. Such tight confines would result in sexual activity and dereliction of duty. “No wonder all those women were pent up,” He paused, brow furrowed at a recent conversation they had and he asked, “yet you also told me that there were some ferry girls that had boyfriends, did you not?”

“Well...” Botan replied, turning back to face the kitsune. “There are ferry girls who have relations... outside the established protocols set by King Enma himself.”

“And are any of these... relations... with men outside of this realm?” He asked, surprised at his own question, though he kept his features neutral.

She tilted her head, wondering why he would ask such a question, her features thoughtful. “Well they might, but I don't ask too much. I don't want the girls to think I'm some kind of snitch just because I'm the head ferry girl. And really I can't fault them for trying to find a little happiness in their life.”

“It must be a lonely and difficult existence.” He mused verbally as he studied the deity.

“It can be,” Botan admitted, though she felt a bit nervous for some reason as she went on to explain, “I mean.. for me, being a ferry girl is all I know and I never took the time to grow attached to anyone..” Until now you mean? Her inner voice countered and she frowned, trying to ignore it, rambling on. “Not that I haven't thought of it from time to time... I'm sure it's nice to have someone who you can spend time with that will listen to what you have to say and will allow you to be yourself... Not that we don't have that... er... well... you know what I mean...” Her skin felt hot on her face and she turned away, not wanting him to see the color of her cheeks.

He noticed how flustered she was becoming and he quirked an eyebrow when she turned away from him. “Yes... I know.. we're friends, Botan. Friends do that for each other too... There's nothing wrong with wanting that.”

And if I wanted more? She found herself asking silently, her cheeks reddening even more. What the hell is wrong with me?! The deity realized at last that bringing the kitsune up to her room with so many witnesses would give the wrong impression and it was entirely possible that one of them would rat her out to Koenma and then there would be hell to pay. She tried to cover her flustered feelings by walking out to the balcony, voice happy and free of the anxiety she now felt. “Of course we are! I wouldn't change being your friend for anything, Kurama. I was just rambling... don't worry about me...”

He frowned at her change in tone but did not prod her to explain, allowing her the space to gather her thoughts and he moved out to join her when she waved him to follow. He stepped outside, shifting his gaze in surprise. There, situated along the railing of the balcony, were several tables with potted plants and flowers, the center of which lay a plant with delicate white flowers and he smiled, walking up to it. “Your peony has bloomed.”

She nodded, relieved at the change in subject, back to her bubbly nature as she beamed. “It did! I was so happy to see the white flowers. They are as beautiful as you said they would be.”

He reached out, his hand hovering over the petals and they bloomed even fuller, shivering in delight at his presence and he let out a soft laugh. “It seems they are very happy where they are, Botan. You've done an excellent job raising these plants.”

She blushed at his praise but beamed up at him. “Thank you, I've tried my best to give them a happy home. I water and sing to them every morning before I go to work.”

“What do you sing to them usually?” He asked, turning to study her.

She blinked, voice shy. “You want me to sing it right now?” She asked.

He tilted his head. “Would you, if I asked?”

“Well... I mean... you won't laugh at me, will you?”

“Why would I laugh at you, Botan?” He asked, frowning. “You have a beautiful voice and I always enjoy listen to you sing. But if it you're too nervous, I understand...”

“It's not that...” Botan replied. It's that I think of you when I sing it, she wanted to say but could not voice the feelings growing in her heart towards him. Instead she gathered her will and shook her head. “I was just surprised is all.. I will sing it for you...” She cleared her throat, her voice a bit soft at first, looking at Kurama who gave her the motion to sing louder and with more confidence and she kept her gaze on him, voice now stronger, feminine and beautiful as she sang:

Something in my heart died last night
Just one more chip off an already broken heart
I think the heart broke long ago
That's when I needed you

That's when I needed you most
That's when I needed you
When I needed you most

I run around like a spirit in flight
Fearlessness is fearlessness
I will not forget this night
Dare my wild heart, dare my wild heart

Where is the reason?
Don't blame it on me, blame it on my wild heart
As to the seasons
You fought from the beginning long before I knew it
There was a danger
And the danger was to fall in love

In dark sorrow they gaze down into the darkest heart
If I leave you, you say not even you can tear us apart, woh
Say you're leaving, you say you don't even know
How to start, how to start, how to start

Well, believe it then and don't blame it on my soul
Blame it on my wild heart, on my wild heart

Fire on fire, rain on my face
Fever goes higher, what can you do?
Wild in the darkest places in your mind
That's where I needed you

Where I needed you most
That's where I needed you
Where I needed you most

Where is the reason?
Well, don't blame it on me, blame it on my wild heart
There is a reason
Why even the angels don't give it up at all

Where are the children?
Well, are they hopelessly enchanted? Blame it on the angels
Where are the reasons?
Don't blame it on us, blame it on our wild heart
Wild heart, wild heart, wild heart

On my wild heart, on my wild heart
Even in the darkest places of your mind
Even in the darkest places of your mind

Where are the children?
Are they hopelessly enchanted?
Wild in the darkest places of your mind
No, don't blame it on me, baby
Blame it on my wild heart

Blame it on my wild heart
Blame it on my wild heart
Blame it on my wild heart
Blame it on my wild, wild, wild, wild heart
Blame it on my wild heart, blame it
Even in the darkest places of your mind

Kurama listened, surprised at the depth of the lyrics, watching in fascination as the emotions played across the deity's lovely features and he felt a stirring in his heart that he could not deny he felt for her. He kept his gaze on her as the girl finished her song, his entranced emerald orbs studying the ferry girl's amethyst ones and a gentle breeze blew by, tugging at their hair and the red head noticed a few stray hairs clinging to the ferry girl's cheek and he reached out, gently pushing the strands of blue away from her skin, the back of his fingertips caressing her cheek.

The deity's eyes widened a bit at the sensation, her heart suddenly leaping in her chest at the way he studied her.

Kurama felt himself drawn to her in that moment, the innocence and light of her beauty and soul captivated him and he was about to say something when he sensed another presence in the room and he lowered his hand and backed away, turning his gaze past the open doors as the voice of George the blue ogre called out, “Miss Botan, I'm sorry to interrupt but Lord Koenma wanted me to find you and have you return to the palace immediately!”

George's eyes shifted, spying Kurama and he gave a look of relief. “Oh good, you're here too Kurama, sir! Koenma needs to speak with you as well!”

“In regards to what, may I ask?” Kurama asked, allowing Botan to exit into the room before following her.

“It's about that fight Yusuke had with Toguro, turns out he's not dead!”

The kitsune's features paled. “How did Koenma come by that information?” He asked, the three of them heading quickly down the stairs and out to the courtyard.

“The tape was still going after we shut off the visual feed. The ogres in charge of reviewing the datum collected on that tape just now found the truth. He wants you to see it for yourselves, so please don't tell him I told you, sir.”

Kurama frowned at the genuine fear in the blue ogre's voice. Was there anyone the toddler lord didn't treat with disrespect and ire? “Do not worry, we won't say anything. Will we, Botan?”

Botan looked over to Kurama in surprise but nodded. “That's right, George. Our lips are sealed!” She said, making a zipping motion across her lips.

George sighed in relief. “Thank God... I was tired of having objects thrown at me. It hurts you know?” The ogre opened the doors, leading them down the corridors until they reached Koenma's office.

“It took you long enough, Ogre!” Koenma snapped and the blue creature cringed but Kurama dissolved the situation instantly, stepping forward as he spoke,

“We're here now are we not, Koenma? Why don't we focus on the task at hand without resorting to yelling and berating?”

Koenma blinked, turning his gaze over to the kitsune. There was a coldness in the tone and the features of Kurama that both irritated and frightened the toddler lord and he huffed but turned back to the screen, pointing towards it as he spoke. “Watch the film and tell me what you think.”

The kitsune shifted his gaze, watching as the tape replayed, frowning as the spirit sword lodged in Toguro's torso shot up and dissipated in the air. The sword laying on the ground beside the fallen fighter, morphed into a smaller man while Toguro sat up and rose to his feet. Toguro the elder and Toguro the younger both survived.... not unsurprising. He thought, watching with grim eyes as the tape continued to run.

Botan gasped, shocked and dismayed, even though George had already told her the truth. “But... but I thought Yusuke and Kuwabara defeated and killed them!”

Koenma watched the reaction on Kurama's face, frowning at the lack of surprise on the handsome red head's features. “So did I, Botan... but it gets worse.” He commented, turning up the volume as the camera panned out as a screen came to life, the face of a good looking man with a peculiar scar addressed Toguro the younger.

“An excellent performance, Toguro. I admit you almost had me fooled.”

“We have excellent hearing, so it was easy to hear the boys plan and play along,” The larger Toguro commented, staring up at the small screen. “Though I was worried I would kill them before I could fake my death,” The fighter paused, looking up at Tarukane laughing hysterically in the control booth. “I hope you don't mind me letting the girl go. I saw no profit or reason in having her die.”

“That's fine,” the man on the screen replied. “The girl is of no consequence to me. Not when I think of all the money my great plan will be affording me.”

“I'm so glad our client is pleased. My brother and I have a little favor to ask of you in return,” He paused, voice becoming serious and excited. “Please give us an opportunity to fight those two boys again. This time seriously.”

“But of course Toguro. They will be two of the most anticipated guests at the Dark Martial Arts Competition.”

“I should have known all along,” Toguro the younger murmured. “Extorting all of Tarukane's fortune was only half your plan, you wanted to see the competition.”

“You're very keen,” the dark haired man replied, smiling a bit. “So tell me your thoughts on their powers.”

“That Yusuke Urameshi boy is very intriguing. He lacks fighting experience, but he could be a dangerous weapon.”

“The competition will be held in two months, so you better make sure you're ready. Oh, and take care of the mess upstairs before you leave.”

The screen went out and Toguro leaped up, leg crashing through the glass, lobbing Tarukane's head off with one powerful kick and the tape suddenly went blank.

Koenma shut off the screen, turning to the pair as Botan said, concern in her eyes and voice. “What are we going to do, Koenma? You know Toguro is going to go after Yusuke!”

The toddler lord pushed a few buttons on his desk, the screen returning to life, two bleeps of red flaring, growing closer to each other and trepidation filled the spirit lord. “He is heading for Yusuke as we speak,” He debated what to do but knew he couldn't delay his orders and he turned to Botan, addressing her as he spoke. “Take Kurama back to Ningenkai and have him meet up with Yusuke,” He looked over at the kitsune, adding. “I don't want you to confront Toguro directly, we don't want any civilians hurt should he decide to fight.”

“I understand but I don't think his intention is to fight on this day, do you, Koenma?” He turned to Botan, making a follow me motion. “Shall we go, Botan?”

The deity nodded, following the kitsune out the door.

Jr. frowned at the red head's words as he watched the pair leave, inwardly impressed at the kitsune's reasoning and mind. Of course you'd pick up on that before anyone else. He grumbled silently, adjusting the camera to give a live feed in the direction of where Yusuke was, knowing that something was about to happen that the toddler lord could not stop or avoid. I'm sorry, Yusuke. He thought, watching the screen as he fidgeted in his seat.

Botan guided her oar through the air as they hovered above the sky of Tokyo, following the pulsating red dots on her communication mirror, blinking as a third dot appeared. “There's another strong ki near Yusuke's location.”

Kurama looked down, nodding, sensing it as he spoke. “It's Hiei. Take me to where he is will you, Botan?”

The deity tilted her oar down at a slight angle, descending towards a ten story building, her eyes falling upon the standing form of Hiei, his red orbs lifting to watch them approach and Botan hovered a few feet above the roof, letting Kurama hop down.

The kitsune landed gracefully, tilting his head up, voice soft as he addressed her, “Thank you, Botan. Now please keep a safe distance away until this is sorted out.”

“Are you sure, Kurama?” She asked, not wanting to be too far from him.

The red head nodded. “I don't want you to be hurt so please do as I ask.”

The fire demon quirked an eyebrow at the pair's exchange, watching as the ferry girl lifted off and ascended high into the sky, safely out of range of any attacks. “Took you long enough to get here.” He said with his usual snark but the kitsune was nonplussed as he replied,

“Yes, well... not all of us are confined to one city.”

Hiei flashed a look of irritation. “So you've been hanging out in Spirit World? With the bubble headed ferry girl no less?”

Kurama looked down at his friend, voice teasing, “Jealous?”

“Idiot...” Hiei growled. “Why would I be jealous of you?”

“Relax, it's a joke...” Kurama replied, snapping his gaze to his right as he sensed a powerful ki approach. “Toguro's on the move.”

The two youkai raced forward, leaping from building to building, coming to a stop in front of a multilevel parking lot under construction. Their keen eyes caught sight of Toguro and Yusuke in a stare down, the kitsune's sensitive hearing picking up the conversation, the sky rapidly changing from dusk to a star filled night scene. A huge surge of power radiated and the building collapsed, revealing the hulking form of Toguro and the shaking form of Yusuke.

Kurama's features grew grim, his ears picking up Toguro's words, revealing what his heart and mind already knew. So it's true. We will all have to fight in the Dark Tournament.He kept his gaze on Toguro as the large man slung his beige trench coat over his shoulder and walked towards them, away from Yusuke who collapsed onto his knees, his fear palpable and Kurama wanted to go to his friend to check on him but remained still as the demon fighter stopped, staring up at them.

“You two will be invited to attend the tournament as well,” Toguro's deep voice called up to them. “Know that there will be no mercy shown to demon traitors who side with humans, so you best be prepared to fight to the death.” The demon fighter added then continued on his way.

Kurama kept his eye on him as he passed, asking, “So what do you think our chances will be?”

Hiei, who knew his friend's mind and had witnessed what Kurama already knew from Reikai, made a soft snort and replied, “Don't ask...” He vanished, leaving the red head alone.

Kurama jumped down, racing over to Yusuke, brow furrowed at the fear he could smell from the detective and he crouched down, asking, “You alright, Yusuke?” He frowned as the detective stared off into space and the red head grew concerned, only to blink when Yusuke suddenly grit his teeth and shouted angrily,

“Son of a bitch!” Yusuke lifted his fists, slamming them into the broken concrete. “I was too damn scared to freaking move! He was too strong... too freaking strong!”

Kurama sensed Kuwabara's presence and he looked up, finding the orange haired teen gripping the railing of a nearby lot, visibly shaken and he shook his head. “What did Toguro say to you, Yusuke?”

“He... He said that me and my friends had no choice but to fight in something called a Dark Tournament or he kill everyone we cared about before he killed us.”

This threat instantly brought the image of his mother, his growing family, and Botan into his mind and he clenched his fist, fear welling in his heart at the thought of them being killed over him while the rational part of his brain sorted out what had just occurred. We're all here... we all witnessed Toguro's strength. He knew this would happen and planned it as such to make sure we would not and could not back out of the tournament without the loss of our loved ones. Clever Bastard.

“Dammit! I should have known Toguro wasn't dead! This was all one big freaking set up!”

Kurama blinked at the astute assessment by the head detective, silently impressed and he rose, holding out his hand to the human boy. “Come on, Yusuke. We need to have a meeting with everyone so we can plan a strategy.”

Yusuke looked up at the red head, finding strength there and he took the teen's hand, letting Kurama help him up and the pair headed over to Kuwabara. The kitsune sensed Botan approach and he waved her to come join them as they all agreed to convene at the street fighter's house, Hiei following behind them, too nosy to not overhear the conversation.

Botan walked to Kurama's left, seeing the troubled features of her friends and she asked the kitsune in a whisper. “I take it Toguro threatened everyone.”

“Yes,” Kurama answered in the same soft tone. “The incident we witnessed on that tape that talked about a Dark Martial Arts Tournament was Toguro's, and whoever he's working for, goal all along. That kidnapping was a ruse to test the detective's strength and to judge his worthiness to participate in the tournament. I know you are aware of that tournament and what happens. Every year there is one group that is invited and you cannot decline or you... and everyone you love.. will be killed.”

Botan bit her lip, worry in her heart and her tone. “Then you will have to fight as well?”

“Along with Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Hiei. We will need one more fighter, but for now we need to come up with a plan on how to proceed.”

He blinked as he felt the girl's fingertips gently touch his own and he sensed her deep concern over him. She's afraid for me. Kurama thought and he responded, clasping her fingers tenderly in his own to let her know he understood her fear for him. They walked like this, eyes forward, both putting on brave faces though the Koorime had witnessed the action and he smirked.

Now isn't this interesting?

The gang made it to Kuwabara's, the air solemn as they stood or sat while Botan used her mirror to contact Koenma.

“Are you there, Koenma sir?”

The image of the toddler lord flared to life on the screen, his features tense as he spoke, “I am and I'm aware of what transpired between Yusuke and Toguro. I know all my detectives witnessed and heard Toguro's threat. I know that you will all be invited the special guests for this year's contest and you will need a sponsor. I will be that sponsor since you are all under my employ in one fashion or another.”

“How do you wish for us to proceed?” Kurama asked, knowing Yusuke was still too shook up to hold a reasonable conversation with his boss.

Jr. tapped his fingers on the desk. “The tournament takes place about two months from now. You will need to train as hard as you can to increase your power and your skills. Yusuke will need to return to Genkai to complete his training with her. Kuwabara will need guidance in growing his abilities and I suspect that you and Hiei can help him in that regard.”

“What of me, Koenma sir? What would you like me to do?” Botan asked.

“You'll be my eyes and ears when I need to check the detectives progress but for now you should head up to Reikai,” He paused, adding. “All cases are now put on the back burner. I trust you boys will begin preparations immediately. The details of the meeting point for the day you depart for Hanging Neck Island will be released at a later date, for now do your best to grow stronger. Koenma out.”

The screen went blank and the room grew silent. Botan closed the mirror and rose.

“I should be going.” She said softly.

Kurama rose as well. “I'll walk you out.”

Hiei smirked as he watched the kitsune leave with the deity, already planning ways to tease his friend about the growing connection to the blue haired female but remained silent, instead he spoke directly to Yusuke. “So you're going off to Genkai's are you? I suppose you can't take the moron with you as well, rather than leaving him with us? I don't particularly feel like babysitting for the next two months.”

“Hey, shrimp, I'm not stupid! And I can sure as hell kick your butt!”

Hiei snorted. “Well, I have no problem with signing your death warrant, so if it's training you want, I'll give it to you, one beating at a time.”

“You're on!” Kuwabara growled. “I can handle whatever you throw at me you little punk!”

Hiei snickered and the street fighter grew angrier and he marched towards the fire demon, about to go off on the smaller man when Yusuke's voice called out to him,

“Knock it off, Kuwabara.”

The street fighter stopped, turning towards his friend, features confused. “Yeah... but... Urameshi he's...”

“He's right... right now you wouldn't last a second against these guys. None of us would. That's why we have to train.” Yusuke replied, his fear giving way to anger at how weak he felt and how weak they all were at the moment. I need to stop Toguro. The only way to do that is to train harder and take whatever punishment grandma throws my way. Determination filled him and Yusuke pushed off the wall and headed towards the door.

“Hey, Urameshi, where are you going?”

He paused, looking over his shoulder. “To Genkai's. I need to finish my training like toddler breath said,” He started out the door, calling out, “I'll see you guys in two months.” The head detective left the two men alone, heading towards his apartment to gather his things for the ride to Genkai's.

Kurama ,meanwhile, walked beside Botan, his features as calm as he could keep them though inside he was full of worry over her and over his loved ones. I do not want them hurt so I must do whatever it takes to win to keep them safe from harm. I must do this to keep Botan safe from harm. Despite his efforts to keep her from getting too close, the fact of the matter was she was close to him. He cared about her and wanted to protect her. “I suppose this is where we must say our goodbyes for now, Botan...” Kurama said in a soft but even tone as he stopped and turned to face the ferry girl.

Botan looked over at Kurama, noting his poker face and she knew he was pushing down his emotions again, not letting anyone see, but there was a brief flash of emotion in his eyes when he turned to look at her that relayed the truth. He's worried about all of us.. and about me.. but what about you, Kurama? I'm worried about you. I'm terrified at the thought of you dying far from home, leaving your mother alone, leaving... me.. alone.. “I suppose so.” She replied, holding out her hand, an oar appearing instantly in the air, but instead of sliding onto it, she held it still, hesitating a bit as she murmured. “You.... You'll take care of yourself during training right? I mean, I will stop by to check up on you guys and your progress but I know we won't have time to spend together like... before...”

Her concern touched his heart and he moved closer to her. “If I had my way, I would continue to play and sing music with you, and we will when this is all over, I promise you that. But for now, this is how it must be. I must focus on training. I must prepare Kuwabara for the tournament and I must keep Hiei from killing the human in the process. But when you do come to check on us, I will of course spend a bit of time with you. After all, I can't very well ignore my favorite ferry girl now can I?” He lightened the end of his speech, wanting to send her off with a positive note, using her rule book for a change, able to adapt to the circumstances.

Botan listened to him, watching him move closer to her, surprised at his words and she beamed and tilted her head. “Of course not! I'd just bug you until you said something anyway...”

He let out a small chuckle. “You never bug me, Botan, you should know that by now.” He watched her shift her oar then slide onto it, surprised at himself as he reached out and gently took her hand, looking up at her as he added, “I... I want you to know that I care about you, Botan. I want you to take extra care with whatever Koenma sends you to do. If something happens to you and I can't be there to prevent it, I will not be pleased.”

She was surprised when she felt his hand over hers and she gave him a warm smile, taking his hand with hers, giving it a gentle squeeze to show she understood and she reluctantly let go, rising into the sky. “I promise, Kurama,” She replied softly, eyes on his as she added. “Goodbye for now...”

“Goodbye Botan...” Kurama returned, waving slowly to her after his hand was released, lowering his arm, features falling a bit. He did not like being apart from the girl, especially under such depressing conditions and he sighed, posture stiffening as he sensed a familiar presence. “You do love to spy, don't you, Hiei?” He asked, turning around, finding the smaller man standing nearby.

“You may be able to hide your emotions from the silly humans but you cannot hide them from me,” Hiei began, walking up to his friend. “If any of those youkai catch sight of what I saw just now at that tournament they will hunt her down and torture her just to make you suffer more.”

Kurama quirked an eyebrow. “True. But she won't be at the tournament, so they won't get a chance to see anything, will they?” He replied then added, voice deepening a bit, features colder now, more like his former self. “And if they try to harm her I will render the flesh from their bones and feed them to my plants.”

Hiei grinned, enjoying this side of Kurama, knowing it was his youkai nature speaking through his human veil. “You truly do care for that female, don't you?”

Kurama looked away, trying to keep his voice even. “Yes,” He admitted, looking up at the sky. “She is my friend and I will not let her be harmed by anyone, not even myself.”

The fire demon studied his friend in amusement, not surprised by the kitsune's answer though he couldn't help but tease the red head further. “You like her more than a friend, Kurama. Denial serves no purpose.”

Kurama's eyes narrowed and he turned back to his friend. “You really have been spying on me, haven't you?”

Hiei smirked. “Of course. Not like I have much else to do in this city,” He began. “I overhear the conversations at that building you call a school. I know those silly human females are attracted to you. I know you won't let anyone get close to you. But you let Botan into your life and you've shared much with her. You've become attached to her and your fear pushes you to keep her at a distance but your heart won't let her go.”

Kurama tilted his head, studying the smaller man. “My, my... you've become quite perceptive since we last spoke, Hiei. Could it be because you relate it to your own situation with Yukina?”

Hiei's smirking features fell, irritated at the role reversal from their last conversation about emotions. “It's different. Yukina is blood.”

“Yet you love her, do you not? You wish to keep her safe from harm. Not so different now, is it?”

The fire demon turned around, growling. “Kurama?”

“Yes?”

“Kindly shut the hell up.”

The kitsune chuckled, used to the blustering of his best friend.

“You know what we have to do, right?” Hiei asked, changing the subject.

Kurama nodded. “Yes.. .train... we must start in the morning... I think I can finagle my way out of school for this by taking exams ahead of time. Kuwabara will have to train with us as well. You can test him out, see what potential he has. If you can not help him, then I will train him in my own way. By the end of this, I know he will be strong enough to face what will come.”

“Hn...” Hiei sounded out. “I will meet you at Shirokanedai park. We should be left to our own devices there.”

“Agreed.” Kurama replied, knowing well of that park. Only 300 people were allowed in there a day and they were not allowed in certain sections at all. No eyes means we can train without the threat of being caught. “I will see you there in the morning. I'll make sure to get Kuwabara up and prepared.”

Hiei nodded, vanishing from view and the kitsune turned, heading towards home, preparing for the morning and what was to come.

March 4, 1993

Hiei leapt up into the air, assaulting Kuwabara with a barrage of quick strikes using a bamboo stick. The street fighter took each blow, too slow to stop even one attack and he flew back, landing on the ground with a thud. The fire demon landed, disappointment in his features and voice. “At this rate you'll never survive.” This went on for a few hours longer before Kurama decided to step in.

“Do you realize the danger you will be in?” The kitsune asked, knowing that the street fighter drew power from his emotions and so he sought to test the boy, his features and words calm but serious. “Hiei cannot prepare you for the viciousness of the fights. Your weakness and his honor make him go easy on you. I will not.”

Kuwabara listened to the red head, surprised at his words. The shrimp was going easy on me? The teen however was not one to back down and though he knew how dangerous Kurama was, he had no way to know for sure his true strength until he was tested. “Okay then... come on and toughen me up... I can take it...”

Inwardly, Kurama was impressed with the boy's resolve to get stronger but he merely nodded and leapt into the air. “As you wish...” He zoomed towards the street fighter, too fast for the larger man to see and he kicked him in the head, sending him rocketing backward through several trees. The kitsune landed on his feet but did not hesitate, racing forward, striking out with well timed blows of his hands and his feet, each attack landing precisely where the fox spirit intending it, pushing Kuwabara to his limit, forcing the boy to try to defend himself, pleased when the street fighter managed to block his last strike and Kurama jumped back. “Well, if nothing else, you can take a lot of damage and remain on your feet.”

Kuwabara was bruised and battered and his legs were shaky but he was still standing.

“Now then. Once you've managed to stop most of my attacks, then we'll begin on your spiritual energy and the different ways you can manipulate it.” He attacked again, until night fell and they retired to their homes for the evening.

March 5-April 29, 1993

Training continued day to day, each member of Team Urameshi growing stronger. Botan would stop by every now and again to check up on everyone, surprised at how rough the kitsune was with Kuwabara but she understood that the only way to win and come home was to grow stronger. And Kuwabara cannot be coddled simply because he's human. The kitsune spent a little time with her before she left to give her field report to Koenma. But now it was the 29th. In the morning they would take a train to a designated spot then hike several miles to a hidden sea port where they would be ferried to Hanging Neck Island. This was their last chance to spend on the mainland and she was curious to see the kitsune and the fire demon squaring off. This must be a challenge of some kind. She wondered, zooming down to get a closer look at the action.

Kurama for his part, had allowed Kuwabara the day off to spend with his sister, accepting Hiei's challenge to test their skill in battle using swords. The two youkai stood opposite of each other and the fire demon spoke first, drawing out his katana from the scabbard strapped across his back. “Are you ready?”

The kitsune bent down, grabbing a blade of grass, feeding it energy, the grass becoming a green and solid blade. “Yes.” He answered and the two youkai raced towards each other, dueling with rapid slashes and strikes.

The fire demon danced around, using his speed to confuse the kitsune but the red head countered with his sense of smell, his eyes able to follow the blur of black and he whirled around, bringing his organic blade up, blocking the Koorime's downward assault, clanging ringing in the air as Kurama pushed back, using Hiei's own momentum against him, forcing the smaller man back and away.

Hiei smirked. “Not bad, Kurama. But let's see if you can follow this.” The fire demon said, increasing his speed, vanishing completely from view.

Kurama narrowed his gaze, sensing the smaller youkai at the last second, jumping back, the blade of Hiei's slamming into the ground with enough force to cause an energy explosion and debris went flying in all directions, splattering against the trunks of the many trees that lined the field.

Botan watched all this, gripping her oar tighter, worry on her features. The fire demon seemed hell bent on striking the kitsune and she longed to shout out her support for Kurama but thought better of it, not wanting to break his concentration.

Kurama however, knew the deity was there because he could sense her ki. Still, he couldn't talk to her until the contest is over and part of him desired to impress her so he put even more effort in deflecting Hiei's blows.

Hiei gave no quarter, zooming forward, slashing in violently precise movements, glee in his eyes at the challenge of sword fighting the fox, happy to at last have an opponent worthy of testing his skill on. He slashed outward, aiming for the kitsune's midsection but the fox blocked it, pushing back. Hiei smirked, disappearing from view, reappearing above, fist alight with red fire, feeding it along the blade and he brought the blade up, sweeping it down, the fire swirling beyond the blade, alive and active as it roared towards the kitsune.

Kurama leapt high into the air to avoid the attack, frowning as the flame wave followed him up and he twirled in mid air, dodging, landing, eyes widening as the fire continued up, heading straight for he deity and he knew there was no time to yell for her to move and so he fed power to his legs, vaulting up towards Botan, noting the surprise on her face at the sight of him, terror crossing her features as a bright red glow appeared right behind him. He reached out, wrapping his arms around her, cradling her to him, protecting her from the blast as he spun away, heat licking across his face, too worried about the girl to care about the throbbing pain along his cheek and neck as he landed, holding the girl tight against his chest. “Are you alright?” He asked, looking down at Botan as he rose.

The deity clung to him, still too shocked to respond at first but she nodded, surprised that he still held her. She gasped at the burn mark along the kitsune's right cheek and neck and she cried out softly, “You're hurt!”

He gave her a soft look. “I am fine, Botan, don't worry about me,” Kurama lifted his gaze from her, staring daggers at the fires demon as he spoke in a lowered tone. “What was the meaning of that, Hiei? You knew as well as I did that Botan was nearby. You could have killed her with that attack.”

“Hn..” Hiei sounded, straightening his back as he sheathed his katana. “Of course I knew, Kurama,” He replied. “I wanted to test a theory about you and you answered it the way I thought you would.”

“A test?” Kurama replied, frowning. “And what if I hadn't been able to reach her in time to save her, Hiei?”

“I knew you would rescue her, that was the point, Kurama,” Hiei replied looking between the pair before adding. “I'm leaving.” With that, the Koorime disappeared from view, leaving Botan and Kurama alone.

Kurama kept his cool, relaxing his features, shaking his head at the strange way the fire demon made his point about the kitsune's feelings about the girl. You truly are an odd youkai, Hiei. He thought, turning his head at the sound of the ferry girl's voice.

“I'm sorry... I didn't mean to stop your last training session.”

The regret in her tone made his features soften and he wanted to ease her concern. “It is alright, Botan. It wasn't your fault at all.”

The deity relaxed at his words, reaching up to touch his face and the kitsune let her, trying to not lean into it as the girl healed the burn mark along his face and neck. Her touch was soothing, taking the pain away and within moments the skin had returned to it's normal hue. “Thank you, Botan.”

The ferry girl lowered her hand, voice and features soft. Even now, like this, she still felt her heart flutter at the closeness of him, missing their time together and the growing connection they had formed. This is his last day before the trip and I'm taking up all his time staring up at him like some love struck groupie. “It.. was the least I could do for you...” She replied, feeling very shy and quiet all of the sudden.

Kurama studied her for a moment. It was true that they hadn't spent much time together the past few months and he found himself not wanting her to leave him like all the other times before. “I'm a bit.. hungry. Would you care to join me for a light lunch?”

His offer made her smile and she nodded. “I'd like that very much!”

The kitsune smiled and gave a motion of his head, the two of them exiting the forest, walking down a sidewalk and into a nearby small sushi shop. He held the door open for her and they entered, Kurama looking over to Botan as he asked, “What would you like?”

“Oh... just some tea, thanks.”

“Nonsense. Don't worry about the price, I'm buying lunch today.”

“Oh... but I shouldn't... I'm not..”

A sudden rumbling sound echoed in the room and Kurama quirked an eyebrow then laughed softly at the blush that spread on the deity's cheeks. “I guess it's settled then..” He said, eyes twinkling as he asked, “Do you like shrimp?”

“I do.” She answered with a nod.

“Okay then..” He turned to the counter, ordering two plates of shrimp nigiri with green tea and they took a table near the glass window, eating quietly, content to enjoy each other's company.

“So how have you been, Botan?” Kurama asked, taking a sip of tea. “Has Koenma been keeping you busy?”

“Well...” Botan began. “With everyone focusing solely on training, there's a lot of case files that have backed up. The paperwork is driving Koenma nuts and I've been forced to help him sort through it as best I can but it's really time consuming. So when I get the chance to come down here to check up on you guys I take it.”

“I'm sure Koenma is nervous about our strength and our will to fight in this tournament. We will do our part to make sure to come back here alive.”

Botan's features turned somber. “Koenma knows it will be a nightmare for you boys but he's confident in you and wants you all to succeed.”

Kurama listened, studying the girl before him. “And how do you feel about all of this?”

Botan looked away, eyes focused beyond the glass window as she answered. “I'm afraid for all of you. I don't want anyone hurt.”

Her innocence and naivety was endearing. I only wish I could ease your worry, peony. He thought as he replied, “I'm afraid that it will be impossible for us not to become injured. Our opponents will be strong and dangerous. Which is why you should do your best to keep Keiko and Shizuru in the dark about where Yusuke and Kuwabara are.”

“How did you know I was going over to talk to them?” She asked, studying him in surprise.

“It makes sense,” He answered. “Koenma wouldn't send you here on the last day of our training just to check up on us. There are other lives at stake beyond our own. He probably told you to try and convince those two girls that their loved ones are out on a camping trip.”

She was impressed with his logical mind, though she herself had little faith in her abilities. “Well.. you know how girls are... stubborn and insistent..”

“So I've noticed...” He said dryly, though his eyes twinkled as he studied her.

Botan caught his look and made a silly face. “Oh you... you know what I mean.. they'll keep pushing me and pushing me until I have no choice but to tell them the truth and then make me take them to the island.”

Kurama's handsome face grew serious. “If that happens, I want you to promise me you'll be very careful. There will be scores of demons at this tournament, many of whom will have no qualms about hurting a group of human females and one lovely ferry girl.”

Botan blushed, murmuring, “Lovely?”

The kitsune's feelings and protectiveness towards Botan caused his slip of tongue but he did not deny it. Instead he sipped from his tea cup, answering, “I'm just stating the obvious. You're a beautiful girl, Botan. There will be those that will seek to destroy that beauty, out of spite, lust, or even jealousy. And I might not be able to come to your aid. So you must promise to be extra vigilant and careful if you do somehow get roped in to taking those girls to the island.”

A bit of disappointment filled her at his answer. Of course he would say that. What were you expecting? Some kind of love confession? Her inner voice berated her and she shook her head, not wanting to listen to that side of herself at the moment. It was nice though, to know he found her beautiful. “I understand,” Botan replied, a determined look blooming in her purple orbs. “I promise to be careful, if you promise the same.”

Kurama smiled at her words, nodding. “I promise to do my best to be careful.”

“Good.”

The two of them rose, exiting the restaurant, the air suddenly colder and the red head lifted his gaze, studying the darkening sky. “Are you sure you want to fly in this weather, Botan? It could be a bit dangerous.”

“I'll be fine, Kurama.” Botan replied, heading back towards the forest that would allow cover for her flight.

The kitsune followed her, blinking when she stopped and turned around to face him.

“You will be careful right?” She asked, worry gripping her at the knowledge that this was the last time she would possibly see him alive and well and she longed to show him the growing feelings in her heart but feared how he would react.

Her concern and the worry in her eyes awoke the dormant feelings he had for her, the threat of this being the last time he saw here drew out a need to express his emotion and he moved closer, reaching out, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers in a gentle manner, voice lowered but still soft. “I will be careful, Botan. I want to return to you... I will return to you... I promise...”

His pledge and his touch made her go weak in the knees and it was all she could do not to let loose the truth of her heart and she nodded, turning away from him so he would not see her tears. “Goodbye, Kurama...” She managed to say without her voice breaking.

Kurama frowned at the sense of pain in the girl and he whispered, “Botan?”

“I'm fine, Kurama. Don't you worry about me.” The ferry girl replied, shaking her head, lifting her hand, an oar appearing instantly and she took off before the kitsune could stop her.

“Goodbye, sweet Peony...” He called out, watching her go, confused at her reaction to his words and he shook his head, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his white martial arts uniform, sighing, heading back to the train station to travel home for the last night he would be on the mainland before he began the journey that would decide his fate and the fates of all those he cared for.

Alright, another chapter done. A bit of a transition but necessary to write. Next time we will get to the trip and the first bout of the dark tournament. The song in this chapter is called Wild Heart by Stevie Nicks, one of my favorite singers. Shirokanedai park is an actual park in Tokyo that is vast and only allows 300 visitors a day. The perfect place to train in the city. Well.. if you wanted to train in a forest that is... Special thanks to: peonyrose100, Twisted Musalih, DarkinocensDLT, peonyreaper, heartluv, PenguinsHockey14, Neon, and Serenity27 for their reviews. It always rocks to hear from you guys and if you read and haven't reviewed, why not? Don't you want me to be happy?

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