Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ Hanging Neck Island ( Chapter 8 )

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

Notes: I will be following the anime for the majority of this arc. It isn't really established exactly when Botan, Keiko, and Shizuru reached the island in the anime so I had them arrive early and surprise the boys by visiting them that night before the tournament begins and I have Botan offering her services as a trainer before the fights start. Other than that, it is me filling in the gaps while the rest of the stuff follows the story line.

Chapter 8-Hanging Neck Island

April 30, 1993-Hidden Port South of Tokyo

The light of the full moon was hidden by darkened clouds as Kurama, Hiei, and Kuwabara trekked through the unmarked path that led to the meeting point. The kitsune was at the head of the group, guided by his sense of smell, wrinkling his nose on occasion at the strong and pungent order of lower class youkai. A faint glow of firelight caught his gaze and he adjusted his brown back pack, voice soft and low. “Seems we're on the right track. The meeting point lies up ahead.”

“Man I never realized how creepy forests could be until I had to walk through one in the middle of the night,” Kuwabara murmured as he looked around, his fatigue colored bag slipping a bit as he stumbled over something on the ground. “Stupid rock...” He grumbled as he kicked a stone out of his way, adding “What does all this stuff have to be so darn secretive anyway?”

“Besides it being illegal and a threat to all of your silly ningens existence?” Hiei said, smirking as the orange haired teen growled in response,

“Stuff it, tiny!” He cast his brown eyes around, murmuring, “I don't like this... and where the heck is Urameshi anyway?! He was supposed to meet us at the train station!”

“He was most likely delayed waiting for the fifth fighter.” Kurama replied, waving his hand, the brush parting, allowing the trio to walk through untouched.

“Fifth fighter?” Kuwabara murmured.

“Don't you ever listen to anything Kurama tells you?” Hiei asked in incredulity.

“Well, yeah, but I don't remember hearing talk about a fifth fighter...”

Hiei shook his head. “Moron...”

“Shut up..” Kuwabara growled. “I forgot okay... gee...”

“Don't worry, Kuwabara,” Kurama said softly. “Yusuke said he'd find a fifth fighter and I believe him.”

“Do you truly trust the detective to keep to his word?” Hiei asked, looking up at his best friend.

The kitsune kept his eyes forward as he nodded. “I do. Yusuke may be young and scholastically challenged but when it comes to fighting, he keeps to his word.” I only hope he arrives at the meeting point before the ship does. He added silently. The three of them stepped into a clearing, coming to stand on the outskirts of a circle of youkai, a fire roaring in a small fire pit in the center. Kurama studied the myriad of youkai, their hideous features and weak ki revealing the truth. Nothing but low class demons. We hardly need to worry about this group at all. Another thought popped into his head and his eyes narrowed a bit. Though he had never participated in the Dark Tournament before, the red head knew of its existence and of the prize. The committee was also known for testing the specially invited group before their arrival and the kitsune couldn't help but wonder if they were being set up in some way. Even if they are weak, we should remain on guard for any attack that could come our way.

“Man, these guys sure are a bunch of ugly monsters.” Kuwabara murmured as he cast a gaze around the circle of youkai.

Hiei silently agreed but could not help but goad the human teen as he replied, “Have you looked in the mirror lately? You're hardly a prize yourself.”

Kuwabara glared down at the fire demon, retorting back, “Oh yeah? Well at least I don't need a booster seat to see above the top of a table.”

Hiei quirked an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be an insult?”

“Yes!” The street fighter snapped, crossing his arms as he grumbled. “Stupid shrimp always trying to piss me off...” He turned his attention back to the red head as he asked, “Hey, Kurama, how long do you think it'll be before Urameshi shows up?”

The kitsune was about to reply when Hiei interjected,

“Why don't you worry about yourself, Kuwabara. Have you gotten any stronger since the last time we practiced?”

The street fighter looked down at Hiei, voice defensive. “Ha... you'll see for yourself soon enough, shrimp boy.” His thoughts trailed off on a tangent as visions of Yukina danced in his head. If we win this competition I'm going to get super famous so that Yukina and I can be together forever.

The clouds parted in the sky, the full moon now visible, casting an eerie glow upon the massive ship that pulled in to dock. Everyone turned, watching as a short figure limped towards them. Firelight illuminated the man's features, revealing a bearded and rather unkempt pirate, his beady dark orbs surveyed the youkai with an unfriendly eye as he said in a gruff voice. “The ship is here, mates. Let's try to get on board without any violence.”

The group of demons started forward and Kuwabara in his impatience blurted out in desperation, “Hey, mister pirate guy, please wait a moment, our team member isn't here yet!”

The pirate turned to the trio, smirking a bit. “If he doesn't show up then we'll have to put a mark on his head and send out a hit man. Standard Operating Procedure you understand.”

“Now, now, that's not really necessary.”

A sudden and familiar voice rang out of the dark and Kurama turned, smiling in relief at the sight of Yusuke as he cleared the brush, a smaller and masked being standing to the boy's right.

The head detective met his friend's gazes, smiling as he apologized. “Sorry to keep you guys waiting.”

Kuwabara shook his head, irritated at his friend, even though he was inwardly happy to see his best friend. “Gee Urameshi, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What the heck took you so long to get here?”

“I'm pretty lousy at directions but at least I showed up right?” The dark haired boy started forward, suddenly moving on shaky legs as he dragged his white bag along the ground, reaching out to lean against a nearby tree for support. “Whoa.. these long forest hikes really take a lot out of me.”

Kurama sensed no change in the detective's ki though the boy did indeed look exhausted. Hmm... I wonder if this is ruse of some kind or perhaps he was training still, even as he traveled.

Like wise, Hiei also detected an even level of energy radiating from the teenager but unlike the kitsune, he liked to test his theories with action and so the fire demon suddenly drew out his katana, aggressively attacking the human who dodged each slice, reaching out and grasping the blade perfectly between his thumb, index and middle finger, stopping the sword without cutting his skin, eyes twinkling at the test as he spoke,

“Damn Hiei, you say hello like this to everybody you meet?”

Hiei grinned, approving of the increase in the detective's evasive techniques. “Hn... seems your training out at Genkai's has improved your skills a little.”

Kuwabara watched dumbfounded as he struggled to keep up with the action. “Improved a little? Man, I'd say he improved a lot!”

Kurama heard the dismayed tone in the street fighter's voice and he sought to ease the boy's feelings of inadequacy. “Don't be discouraged, Kuwabara. The fact that you could follow their moves shows that you have improved as well.”

“So Yusuke, I assume the fighter over there is the fifth member of our team?” Hiei asked, drawing everyone's attention to the small fighter standing some distance away.

Kurama cast his gaze over to the supposed fifth member of their team, tilting his head as he studied the being. There was strength there. It was evident in the eyes yet he had a hard time sensing the fighter's ki. Whoever this person is,they are very adept at hiding their energy.

Kuwabara walked over to the masked fighter, looking him over with a critical eye. “This little guy here is our fifth team member? He's even smaller that Hiei and what's wrong with his face? He looks like a mummy or something...”

“Trust me,” Yusuke said, features and voice confident. “That one there is going to be a lot of help to us.”

The orange haired teen quirked an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I don't know, he barely comes to my waist.”

Hiei looked over his shoulder, pride and arrogance in his voice and features as he spoke, “Forget him. Yusuke and I are all that is needed to win this tournament.”

Kurama shook his head but said nothing, used to his friend's bragging.

The pirate captain lifted his hooked hand, growling out, “Enough of these pesky distractions, everyone get on board!”

The entire lot of youkai and Yusuke's team boarded the ship, the detective dropping into a sitting position, falling asleep while the masked fighter, Kuwabara and Kurama leaned against the railing. Hiei stood on top of the railing, keeping his balance perfect as the ship reversed course and left the natural harbor at a fast clip, heading out to sea as it set it's course towards Hanging Neck Island.

The smell of the sea air didn't really appeal to Kurama but he hid his dislike, arms crossed as the red head closed his eyes. He kept his senses alert, presenting a mask of calm indifference to the world around him, but inside, his mind kept going back to the way the ferry girl had left his side the day before. That Botan was sad was evident, that he was the cause of that sadness was also no mystery but there was something in the way she had nearly fled from the kitsune that bothered him. They were friends, there was no doubt of that but he began to wonder if he had been too forward in his expression of emotion towards her. Could it be that she was... afraid of me? Kurama frowned, a stab of pain flashing in his heart at the thought that he had frightened the deity and it was all he could do not to lift his hand to cover his chest. It would not do to show any emotion, especially in front of such an unworthy crowd as this.

“Thinking about your ferry girl again?” Hiei murmured, catching a glimpse of the kitsune's thoughts before the red head put up a mental barrier. Truth be told, the fire demon did not fault his friend for growing attached to the beautiful but bubble headed ferry girl yet he could not give up his teasing nature when it came to the fox spirit.

Kurama kept his eyes closed, not allowing anyone to see through the mask he wore though he retorted in a lowered tone only the fire demon could hear. “She has a name, remember, Hiei? I'd advise you to use it when you speak of her to me.”

The fire youkai grinned, amused at the threat and the defensive protectiveness the fox had in regards to the blue haired reigen. “Hn...” He replied. “You know her name very well, don't you, Kurama? Do you dream about her as well?”

Kurama, however, refused to play along, keeping his mental walls up, not giving the fire demon the satisfaction of a reply, inwardly chuckling when the Koorime tried unsuccessfully to bypass his defenses.

Stupid Fox. He sent to the red head who kept his impassive mask, even though he heard the reply in his mind.

Kuwabara, who caught nothing from the two youkai's conversation and interaction, grumbled as he looked around. “This ship sucks.. nothing but a bunch of ugly demons to look at. I thought cruises were supposed to have pretty girls.” He shifted his gaze down, studying the little fighter. Urameshi said this fighter guy is something really special but he's pint sized. I bet he'll freak out when he sees my new sword power.

“I hope the island isn't as boring as this.” Hiei commented, casting his red eyes around, irritated that the fox spirit wouldn't give him any more ammunition to tease him.

Kurama smirked, knowing his friend was not happy at the kitsune's refusal to be goaded into any more threats. “We are not on vacation.”

Kuwabara's posture grew lax, his features depressed. “I know.. but at least we could have something better to look at than all these monsters... maybe the ship could give us something to eat... maybe have some pretty waitresses serve it to us...”

A sudden announcement drew the trio's attention to their left and they looked up, finding the pirate up on the captain's deck, a microphone in his hand as he spoke to the crowd. “It's going to be quite a while before we reach the island, so we have some entertainment to keep you from getting rowdy.”

Kuwabara pushed off the railing excitement in his eyes and voice. “Ooh! Awesome! I bet it's dinner and dancing!”

Kurama blinked at the street fighter's words, shaking his head as he kept his gaze on the pirate captain.

“The preliminary battles will be fought here on me trusty ship.”

Grumbling was heard among the crowd.

“A preliminary? Say what?!” Kuwabara shouted.

“How convenient for the committee, now that we can't go anywhere.” Kurama replied, his suspicions confirmed. So you want to test us, do you? By all means go ahead.

The ship shuddered and came to a dead stop. Kuwabara lost his balance a bit, fear in his features. “Ahh! An earthquake!”

Hiei looked over at the human with a mix of disdain and disappointment. “Fool! There can't be earthquakes on the water!”

Kurama saw movement on the deck and he pointed with his left hand. “Look!”

The center of the deck parted, a full sized ring hydraulically lifted up, stopping 30 plus feet in the air.

“Now I'll tell it to ya straight. Fifteen teams have already been chosen for the Dark Tournament, that means only one team that competes on my ship will be allowed to do so on dry land later on.

Kuwabara frowned, making a fist. “Hold on. I thought we were the special invited guests. Why do we have to fight now?”

Hiei snorted, keeping his gaze on the pirate captain. “This is the way they operate.”

“All of you teams pick your strongest man and bring him up to the arena. We're gonna have a battle royale. Whoever makes it out alive gets to punch their ticket to the tournament simple as that.”

The street fighter cracked his knuckles, eager to fight. “So it's one big beat down, huh? I guess I'll just have to reveal my new Kuwabara super attack a little early.”

A massive demon stepped up behind the orange haired teen, growling out. “A fight with one big group sounds good to me. One on one battles are boring.”

“Yes... another chance to sharpen my claws.” A green skinned demon purred out, flashing his razor sharp nails.

“I can kill as many youkai as I want. After I turn that Urameshi inside out that is...” A pig headed demon grunted, the three passing by Kuwabara who froze, voice and resolve wavering as he paled and murmured,

“On second thought, that pirate guy did say the strongest man should be the one to fight,” He laughed nervously, resting his fists on his hips before pointing at Yusuke with his left hand. “That's right! You're the one that wanted to fight them. I suppose as the group leader it is your responsibility.”

When Yusuke didn't reply, Kuwabara crouched down, studying his friend, gasping in surprise at how sound asleep the dark haired teen was and he grabbed the yellow collar of Yusuke's red jacket, roughly shaking him. “Hey, wake up Urameshi! I said it's the group leader's responsibility!”

Kurama frowned as he watched the display, walking over, voice soft but firm. “Stop,” He began, the voice of reason in a sea of growing chaos as he continued. “The training Yusuke went through must have been intense. He needs time to recuperate so we should leave him be for now.”

The street fighter released Yusuke's collar rising, his brown eyes focused on the fox spirit as he asked, “Then who's going to fight all those big youkai?”

Kurama and Kuwabara shifted their gazes as the masked fighter walked past them, heading up to the arena.

Hiei grinned, eyeing the small being with interest. “It seems we have a volunteer. Good... I'm anxious to see what he can do.”

“What?!” Kuwabara interjected. “We don't know jack squat about that guy! What if he loses?”

Hiei was nonplussed, a gleam in his eye as he answered, “If that happens, we'll just kill everyone else on board. We'll say we're the right team and no one will question it.”

Kuwabara eyes narrowed speculatively. “You didn't have a lot of friends growing up, did you?”

The three of them turned, watching as the masked fighter climbed up the stairs, wondering just what the little being would do to win the battle royale.

April 30, 1993- Yusuke's apartment

Botan knocked on Yusuke's door, hoping to find his mother Atsuko awake and sober so that she could explain about the detective's absence. Last night's adventure in trying to convince Keiko had ended in failure, as the girl was not home. Kuwabara had spent time with his sister and the deity couldn't very well explain it then and there to the older female without the street fighter spilling the beans out of fear of a sibling beat down. Maybe I'll have better luck with Yusuke's mom. She thought, giving her brightest smile when the door open, eyes widening at the sight before her.

“Oh, Shizuru... Keiko... I didn't realize you were here...” She began, letting out a cry of surprise as the two girls grabbed her hands and pulled her inside.

“Okay, Botan, spill it. Where's Yusuke?” Keiko asked, features and voice full of irritation as she shut the door and whirled around on the deity, closing the space between them, not giving her a chance to make up something on the fly.

Botan looked around nervously, her gaze falling on Atsuko who was passed out at the nearby table, an empty wine bottle laying on its side. The ferry girl held up her hands in a defensive gesture as she backed up. “Now, now... there's no need for violence.” She tripped on a pair of shoes, falling onto her butt, scooting backwards as the two human females advanced upon her, unrelenting in their interrogation.

“And where in the hell is my baby brother? I got up this morning to a lame ass note about Kazuma going off on a camping trip. My brother doesn't even know how to camp, let alone own a tent to camp out in. So what is going on?”

“Well... uh.. you see...” She stammered, flinching as Keiko bent down, face near hers as she growled in a rough tone,

“No more denial crap, Botan!” The brown haired girl began, looking the deity straight in the eye. “You need to stop covering up for Yusuke. He can't keep lying to the people who care about him.”

“Yes... I understand.. it's just...” She started and stopped, unable to voice the truth.

Shizuru looked down at the blue haired girl in irritation, lighting up a cigarette as she added her two cents, “Stop stalling and tell us the truth right now, Botan.”

Botan looked between the two girls, conflicted at what to do. On the one hand, she was not supposed to reveal the truth about Spirit World to normal humans. But Keiko and Shizuru were worried about their loved ones. I would want an answer if our roles were reversed and Kurama disappeared. She felt heat on her cheeks as she asked herself, Did I just think that right now? Yes. Her inner voice answered. Whether you want to admit to it or not, the fact of the matter is you've become attached to Kurama. Thinking of him brought back what had happened yesterday to the forefront of her mind. She felt bad for running away but couldn't voice to him how she felt. I didn't want to add to his stress. I didn't want him to worry more about me than he already does.

Keiko saw the far off look in the deity's eyes and the blush upon her skin and the human girl wondered if Botan was thinking about Kurama. The blue haired girl often talked about the red haired boy in happy tones and Keiko wondered if there was something going on between the two of them but never truly asked, not wanting to embarrass her friend. Is that what is happening here? Is she relating how she would feel if Kurama disappeared. Hope filled the brown haired girl and she gently shook the deity's shoulder. “Earth to Botan. Time to stop daydreaming about Kurama and answer our question.”

The deity blinked at the girl's touch on her shoulder, Keiko's words making her blush darken as she turned her head to study her friend. “How.. How did you know?”

“Because that's the look I make when I'm worried about Yusuke,” Keiko answered with a smile. “Now please, for the sake of our friendship, tell me where Yusuke's gone.”

Shizuru quirked an eyebrow at this information, wondering who the two girls were talking about but said nothing, watching as the emotions played across the blue haired girl's beautiful features.

The deity bit her lip, feeling shy for being called out, especially since it was the truth. She knew she owed it to her friends to answer. Koenma's going to kill me over this, but so be it. She held up her hands, holding them in front of her as she spoke. “Okay, I'll tell you but promise me you won't freak out.”

The two women nodded, looking at the deity expectantly.

Botan drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “Yusuke and Kuwabara are spirit detectives under the employ of Lord Koenma, Chief Administrator of Spirit World. I'm a ferry girl working for him as well. I take the souls of the dead up to Reikai for judgment. I am also Yusuke's assistant when he has missions to preform such as capturing or defeating demons who commit crimes against humans. The reason you cannot find Yusuke or Kuwabara is because they have been invited to participate in a competition known as the Dark Tournament. This tournament consists of teams of demons who come from a land called Makai, willing to fight for the sake of killing and maiming. The winning team will have their wish granted to them. This competition is currently being held at a place called Hanging Neck Island. That's where the boys are headed as we speak.”

“So let me get this straight,” Shizuru began, “Yusuke and Kuwabara are going to fight at something called a Dark Tournament?”

“Where they'll be competing against teams of monsters from another world?” Keiko added, trying to process all this information but it was a bit too much and her knees buckled and she fainted.

Botan caught the girl, frowning. “Keiko? Oh dear, she's passed out.” The deity looked up as Shizuru took a drag from her cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke and spoke.

“I can't believe they would be so reckless.”

Botan's brow furrowed. “But they had no choice,” She countered. “They had to accept the invite or else everyone they loved would be killed. The only way for any of us to live is for them to fight and win.”

The ferry girl felt Keiko stir, looking down, gasping in surprise at the strength in the girl's hand as her shoulder was gripped. “Huh?”

“Now listen,” Keiko said firmly, recovering from the shock of the truth of Yusuke and what had happened throughout the year. “You have to take me to that island. I need to see Yusuke. I need to talk to him. You understand that, don't you, Botan?”

Botan did understand Keiko's fear and her worry. It's how I'm feeling about Kurama as we speak. She thought, turning her gaze over to Shizuru who added,

“I'm going too. I don't want to hear any arguments from you, either.”

It was one thing to tell them the truth. It was another to take them to the very place that Kurama warned her not to go. And Koenma will be pissed at me for violating my oath to keep quiet on Reikai matters around humans. Still, it was useless to argue with them. I won't win this battle. Besides, truth be told, she wanted to see Kurama as well. And to help all the boys out in any way I can. “Alright, I'll take you but it will take me a little bit to get everything together.. oh, and you might want to bring a jacket along. It gets pretty cold when you travel through the air over large bodies of water.”

Shizuru and Keiko looked at each other. “Travel in the air... over water?” They asked in unison.

The deity nodded. “Give me an hour and I will return here and take you to the island. You.. uh... might want to pack a few things as well.” Botan rose to her feet, exiting the apartment, leaving the two human females alone to ponder just what the blue haired girl meant by traveling by air.

April 30, 1993—The Ship

The masked fighter stood with his arms behind his back, impassive brown eyes staring out at the throng of demons as they plotted to attack him first before turning on each other.

Kurama could hear their words with his sensitive hearing, gritting his teeth, senses alert for any sign of danger. It was hard to remain standing still, knowing what the youkai were planning to do but his rational mind was not impulsive and so he waited, even as the distress in Kuwabara's voice mirrored his own thoughts.

“Hey, we better do something to warn him. They're all going to gang up on him and he's trapped himself into a corner.”

“Patience,” Kurama replied, anticipating and calculating the different scenarios in his mind of what would occur, already plotting counter measures in case the masked fighter failed.

The red head needn't have worried.

For the little being unlocked his arms, bringing his right hand back, clenching it into a fist, a blue light spiraling around it, the energy now able to be sensed and Kurama's eyes widened at the strength of ki, watching as the fighter brought his fist forward, dozens of blue orbs shooting out in rapid fire succession, knocking each opponent off the platform and over the deck into the water below.

Kurama closed his eyes, smiling as he commented. “That explains why Yusuke can sleep so peacefully on a ship full of vicious youkai.”

The pirate captain growled but spoke through the microphone. “Grr... I'm sorry to say that the sixteenth team will have to be a human one. The winner of this battle is Team Urameshi.”

Kuwabara watched the masked fighter approach them, praising the smaller person with a smile. “Good job, little man, how about you let us see under those bandages now?”

The fighter said nothing, instead pointing over the street fighter's shoulder and Kuwabara turned around, frowning as he found the entire group of remaining demons glaring at him and his teammates. “Hey.. what's this all about?”

Kurama stood to Hiei's right, emerald eyes studying the demons closest to him with a contemptuous eye, smirking as he thought of ways to end their pathetic attempts to intimidate them.

“Do you really think we care about following the rules?” One of the demons snarled.

“There's only one way to settle this once and for all...” Another demon growled.

Kuwabara was miffed at their lack of honor. “Wouldn't you know it. Bunch of honor less demons playing dirty.”

Hiei was irritated. “I think they stole my idea. We'll have to make them pay very dearly for that.”

Kurama took out a rose from behind his hair, lifting it up, the intent to kill in his eyes as he nodded. “Of course...”

A brawl broke out, the four fighters taking on the demons. Kuwabara flipped a youkai who had jumped on him off his back, holding his hands up, a yellow sword flaring to life as he impaled a lunging demon. “What kind of wimp do you take me for? You won't beat me like that!”

The masked fighter fended off each attack with his feet, not allowing a single demon to get close enough to do damage.

Hiei remained standing as a gang of youkai rushed him. In a lightning quick motion, he drew out his katana, slicing and dismembering each demon within his reach, body parts and blood splattering the deck as he straightened his form, making a downward slashing motion of his blade, purple fluid splattering off his weapon onto the stained floor.

Kurama stood in the center of a circle of demons, feeding power to his rose, turning it to a whip, lifting and swinging it in a powerful motion, unleashing the weapon, rose petals swirling around him as he called out, “Rose Whip Thorn Wheel!” The force of wind and the petals sliced cleanly through each demon, killing them instantly, body parts collapsing with a splattering sound onto the deck in one big heap. Kurama slowed the whip, recoiling it back, catching it as he looked over his handiwork, approving of the view, frowning as he sensed one more creature still alive and he turned, spying it heading straight for the detective. Yusuke! His mind shouted, making a move to intercept the demon only to blink as the dark haired boy jumped up suddenly, fists flying in a wheeling motion, striking the youkai, casting him violently back into the opposite railing, the impact snapping his neck, killing him.

“Come on, Grandma! You can't scare me! I'll knock you back to your grave!” Yusuke shouted, still fighting at the empty air.

“Wow.. He's awake now. That's a relief.” Kuwabara commented,studying his friend.

“No, you fool,” Hiei countered, staring over at the teen. “He's sleeping.”

“Right now?”

“Quit it, you stupid old lady!” Yusuke shouted before his fists grew still and he collapsed back down, still unconscious.

Kurama was impressed. “Even in his slumber, Yusuke is still training. His preparation should make us all jealous.

Kuwabara studied his best friend, trying to make sense of everything. Hmm... Urameshi said grandma in his sleep. That's what he calls Genkai. A thought occurred to him and he looked over to the masked fighter. Hey... maybe that little guy is really Genkai. They are about the same size. “But she wouldn't fight unless she had her own reason.” He commented out loud.

Kurama looked at Kuwabara like he'd lost his mind. “What are you mumbling about?”

Hiei snorted, finding the street fighter little more than a moron. “He's trying to talk in his sleep when he's awake.”

Kuwabara looked around. “Hey... what happened to the fight we were just in?”

“Everyone's dead.” Kurama commented, walking with Hiei and the masked fighter away from the gory scene of their fight, leaving Kuwabara alone as he took in the view.

“Oh right...” The street fighter commented, making a face of disgust. “Eew... that's a lot of body parts. Glad I don't have to clean it up.” He murmured before joining up with the rest of the group as they waited for the ship to move and continue towards the island.

April 30, 1993-Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean

Botan steered the oar in an Easterly direction, her purple orbs focused on maintaining a level altitude. The bright glow of the full moon aided in her sight, occasionally looking down at the communicator device to make sure the route towards Hanging Neck Island was correct. It had been tricky, sneaking into Spirit World and her room to gather a few items to take on the trip. She felt an impulse to wear something pretty and she had pulled a bright orange floral Kimono off it's hanger, wondering if Kurama would like the design before chiding herself for her shallow thoughts. I shouldn't be thinking about him like that. Still, she could not help her growing feelings and part of her was excited at the prospect of seeing the kitsune fight. What she didn't look forward to was more of Koenma's lecturing. He had been pissed when she contacted him before picking up the girls.

Are you nuts?! What the hell were you thinking telling those girls about Spirit World and the tournament?! I should punish you with spankings for screwing this up!

Still, he had relented, albeit reluctantly, to contact the island and reserve rooms for them, though he insisted they head straight to their assigned quarters and wait for his arrival in the morning. Yeah, fat chance of that happening with Keiko around. The brown haired girl had insisted they leave tonight, the worry and desperation in her voice and behavior indicated that she was going to see Yusuke as soon as they reached the island. And I confess I want to see Kurama, even if he becomes upset at my presence. She felt her oar shift a bit and she chanced a glance over her shoulder, asking, “You girls alright back there?”

Keiko zipped her blue jacket up to the collar, nodding. “Yes. But how much longer is it going to take to reach the island?” She asked, still trying to process the reality of what she'd been told of the world and how things were run.

“An hour more and we should be there.” Botan answered, turning her gaze forward once more.

“An hour, huh? Sounds peachy...” Shizuru deadpanned, nonplussed at the strangeness of traveling on a flying oar.

The deity knew it was a bit hard for her friends to travel on an oar and she understood their urgency to see their loved ones. It's not like I don't want to get there as fast as I can, too. She thought as she spoke. “Just hang on tight, girls. I'll try to get us there as fast as I can.” She adjusted her altitude, increasing her speed as she steered their oar on a 20 degree angle, moving ever closer to their destination.

Same date-- Location near the island

The four conscious fighters stood at the the bow of the ship, eyes focused on the island that loomed ahead of them.

“I take it that's Hanging Neck Island?” Kuwabara commented, noting the strange rock formation that jutted high above and over the island's surface. “This is going to be wild you guys,” He added, crossing his arms. “Make sure not to leave me.”

Kurama studied the island as the ship docked and they disembarked, a sense of dread filling him though he would not speak of it. They were one step closer to the start of the fights and a long way from winning their freedom. I only hope I can help us win so that I can keep my mother and Botan safe from these bastards. He thought, brow furrowing as a sudden image of the deity flying on her oar with Shizuru and Keiko riding behind her popped into his head and he turned, looking up at the star filled sky, studying it intently. What was that just now?

“Hey, Kurama? You coming or what?” Kuwabara called out, supporting the unconscious Yusuke like a crutch, stopping to wait for the kitsune who turned and walked to the street fighter's right. “You alright there, Kurama?” Kuwabara asked, studying the red headed boy in concern. In the two months he had trained with the kitsune, they had bonded and grown close enough to call each other friend and though Kurama was a tough nut to crack, the street fighter could sense a slight fluctuation in emotion just now that was unusual for the reserved teen . He must be thinking about somebody. I wonder who it is?

Kurama kept his eyes forward as they began to walk up the steep, winding path in between several rock formations. “I'm fine, Kuwabara.” He answered evenly, not daring to show any emotion, not even in front of his friends. Still, inwardly he was worried, sensing that it was more than a mere coincidence that Botan had popped into his head like she did. Was she on her way here now? Was that what it was? A vision of some kind? He shook his head. I should not be thinking about her right now. I need to remain alert. The danger may be over for the moment, but I must never let my guard down. He reminded himself, his gaze drawn to the multistory hotel that suddenly came in view.

The four fighters stopped before the entrance, the words Hotel Kubikukuri alight above the sliding glass doors.

“We're really staying here?” Kuwabara murmured as they entered the building eyes widening at the chandeliers and fancy furniture that met his view, an opulent and open floor design was crowded with dozens of humans dressed in top of the line evening attire, their cold and curious gazes watching as the Urameshi team stood in the lobby. “Wow.. this place is really classy...”

A human in a pale gray suit studied them with dull purple eyes as he came over to greet them. “Good evening gentlemen, we've been expecting you,” He turned, walking straight towards the elevators pass the check in counter. “Follow me please.”

The kitsune felt the stares of the human guests, turning his attention over to Kuwabara who murmured,

“Hmm... I don't think I like this place. I don't trust grown ups dressed so fancy.”

Nor should you. Kurama agreed silently as the group entered the elevator, stopping at the eighth floor, following the concierge, listening as he spoke in a monotone voice

“The five rooms to your right have been reserved just for you, compliments of your employer. Two of the rooms connect to a private common room, so that you may plan your strategy without interruption,” He stopped handing each of them a key card. “Your room numbers are written down for you to remember and any of those cards can unlock the common room door. If you lose your card, simply call down to the desk and we will replace it for you... so long as you're still alive that is.” He walked past them, calling out over his shoulder. “A food cart will deliver coffee to you in the common room within the half hour. Good night, gentlemen.”

The four awake fighters each looked down at their cards. “Okay... looks like I've got 824 and Urameshi has 826.” Kuwabara murmured.

“I have 828.” Hiei replied.

“822 for me.” Kurama sounded out.

The fifth fighter said nothing but the numbers 820 were visible on the card sleeve.

“So uh... what should we do first guys?” Kuwabara asked, looking around at his group.

“The concierge mentioned coffee so let us head into the common room and wait for the cart to arrive. It will allow us some time to get our bearings and plan out our strategy for tomorrow.”

The group entered the unmarked room, Kuwabara walking towards the closest part of the sectional couch, shifting Yusuke's arm off from around his neck, laying the head detective face up on the sofa. He used his foot to slide a nearby cushioned foot rest towards the coffee table, taking a seat as he sat opposite of Kurama and Hiei. The masked fighter sat Indian style at the end of the larger part of sectional, arms crossed, seemingly content to remain silent.

The door to their room opened, a small male ningen pushed the food cart forward, five cups of hot coffee resting on plates and he lifted each one, settling them on the table, speaking in the same monotone as the concierge. “You evening coffee, gentlemen. Compliments of the hotel.” He exited the way he came, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Do you think they might try to poison us?” Kuwabara asked, studying the coffee cups skeptically.

The red head sighed inwardly at the orange haired boy's stupid question though he replied evenly. “Does that really make sense, Kuwabara?” He retorted, lifting the cup in front of him. “Why would they bring us all the way out here just to poison us?”

“The organizers want to see us fight,” Hiei added. “They'll save their murder attempts for tomorrow.”

“Talk your logic all you want,” Kuwabara countered as he dug into his bag, pulling out a soda can. “I'll stick with trusty aluminum.”

Kurama brought the coffee cup up to his lips, pausing as he noticed something very odd. “Why is there only one coffee cup remaining on the table?”

“That's the one I'm not drinking, remember? We went over this already.” Kuwabara retorted.

“Yes, so there should be two cups. One for you and one for Yusuke.”

Kuwabara looked at the cup in surprise. “You think Urameshi can drink in his sleep too?”

A loud slurping sound erupted behind them and Kurama snapped his gaze over his shoulder, irritated emerald eyes falling upon the form of a child crouched on top of a dresser. The kitsune frowned, troubled at not sensing or hearing the boy come into the common room and he rose first, the other following suit as he confronted the child. “How did you get in here?”

“I came in after you guys got here,” The boy replied, holding the coffee cup in his hands. “Isn't that what good little boys are supposed to do?” He looked up, features sheepish. “Oops, I guess I forgot to knock though,” He paused, taking another sip of coffee, light green eyes studying the Urameshi team curiously. “So you guys must be the special guests for this year's tournament. You're so lucky,” He grinned a little. “My name's Rinku by the way, I'm on the Rokuyukai team that you'll be fighting tomorrow,” He lowered the cup, placing his index fingers on the handle, lifting his body up and balancing perfectly as he continued. “I wish I was a guest. You don't have to go to all the boring opening ceremonies and meetings about the rules. You just show up and fight. Guess you don't have to learn about all the prizes in the final round when you're going to be dead soon.”

Kuwabara frowned at the nonchalant way the boy talked about death. What is up with this kid? He acts like killing and dying are nothing.

“Somebody told me the guests would be special and I got excited and decided to check you guys out but you don't look special at all to me,” He taunted, adding. “Maybe I'll even beat you no hands.”

“Don't you think you're talking too much?” A deeper male voice warned, drawing the gang's attention to their left.

Kurama's eyes narrowed at this new visitor, surprised yet again at being unable to sense or hear someone enter. So this youkai and the little one are both adept at suppressing their energy so as to be undetected. Interesting.

The boy jumped down, smiling sheepishly up at the muscular youkai. “Hey there, Zeru, I was just say howdy do to our enemies.”

Zeru pushed off the wall, reaching out to open the door, looking over his right shoulder as he taunted. “Enjoy your last night among the living”

“So you're that confident, are you?” Kurama asked, meeting the demon's gaze.

Zeru glared at the kitsune before he spoke. “Let's just say you'll see your day tomorrow closely resembling that coffee cup on the table.”

“What?” Kuwabara murmured, turning his attention back to the cup, gasping as it broke in two, brown liquid spilling along the table's surface.

Everyone looked down then back up as the door closed.

Hmm... an attempt at intimidation but not one I'm too concerned about. Kurama admitted silently, bringing his gaze back to the coffee table, watching as Hiei bent down to study the broken cup.

“Whoever this Zeru is, his power is intriguing but his precision could use a bit of work,” He pointed to the broken piece of the cup with the handle. “Notice that edge?”

Kuwabara leaned down, brow furrowed as he tried to sort out what the fire demon was asking. “I don't see anything odd about it.”

The red head, however, noticed the flaws instantly. “The cut is a bit sloppy and the ceramic is rather uneven in it's smoothness.”

“Exactly.” Hiei replied as he rose to his full height. “There is also a residual heat signature. It seems Zeru has the ability to control fire,” The Koorime grinned as he looked back towards the door. “This one will be mine to fight tomorrow and I look forward to the challenge.”

Kurama chuckled inwardly. Of course you do. He thought, knowing his best friend's thrill of a good fight. And I believe Zeru will give him that. A sudden sense of an all too familiar ki flooded his mind and the kitsune's eyes widened, recalling his vision from before. Botan? What are you doing here?

Hiei caught the thought forming in his friend's mind and he smirked, not one to miss an opportunity to tease his friend. Seems your ferry girl just couldn't keep away from you.

Kurama felt irritation at the teasing, worry filling him. Is she alright? Has something happened to her to make her run all the way here?

Why don't you open the door and find out, Kurama?

Be silent, Hiei! Kurama growled and sent back in a rare display of emotion. He walked over to the door as a knock sounded out, reaching out to turn the handle, forcing himself to pull the door open slowly, curious emerald eyes focusing instantly on the cautious ones of the deity.

“Hello, ladies,” Kurama began in a soft voice, belying none of the worry he felt over the ferry girl, troubled at how accurate his vision had been, recognizing the kimono the girl wore from the image in his head earlier. “This is quite the surprise.”

“Hello, Kurama.” Botan returned in a quiet voice as she looked up at him, wondering whether he was upset with her or not, feeling a bit... nervous at the strength of his gaze.

Shizuru caught the look between the deity and the drop dead gorgeous red head standing before them. So this is Kurama? She thought, smirking inwardly at her friend's reaction to being in his presence. No wonder Botan gets so flustered at the mention of his name. “So are you going to let us in or what?” She asked, breaking the spell between the two.

Kurama turned his gaze over to Kuwabara's sister, chuckling inwardly at her direct personality and he backed up, opening the door further. “Do please come in. I'm sure you want to visit with your loved ones.”

The three girls entered the room and Kuwabara rose, blinking at the sight of Shizuru coming towards him and he lifted his right arm, rubbing the back of his neck as he grinned sheepishly. “Oh, hey sis, didn't expect to see you here.”

Shizuru glared at her brother as she replied. “Oh hey, bro.. Did you really expect to fool me with that lame ass note you left? You don't even know how to camp.”

“Eh heh... well.. that's what I was told to say...”

“So I gathered.” Shizuru replied, casting a look over to Botan who gulped and hid behind Kurama.

Keiko meanwhile, headed straight over to the couch were Yusuke lay sound asleep. She sat down beside him, reaching out flick his forehead with her finger. “Hey, Yusuke! Wake up will you?! I want to talk to you!”

“I'm afraid Yusuke won't be able to wake up for awhile yet.” Kurama called out softly, drawing Keiko's attention to him.

“Why not?”

“The training he went under must have been very intense. He lost a lot of energy and will need to sleep to recuperate. Hopefully he will be awake by the start of tomorrow's fight.”

Keiko looked back down at the detective. Oh Yusuke, you're always doing risky stuff like this. Can't you ever slow it down even a little? She reached out, gently brushing at Yusuke's bangs, blinking as the dark haired boy mumbled.

“Knock it off.. Keiko.. not a baby...”

“Are you sure he's asleep?” She asked

The group chuckled and Kurama returned his attention to Botan. She'd been strangely silent since entering the room and his heart worried over her. Though relieved to see her again, he was concerned about what the deity would witness. I don't want you to see what I must do to win, Botan; What I have to become to keep you safe. Yet, the red head felt guilty for wanting to keep her in the dark. She was special to him and he didn't want her to be afraid of him and what he was.

Botan looked up at the kitsune, dread filling her at the thought of him being upset with her. She felt bad for running away during their goodbye but the truth of her growing feelings was frightening to her. And I don't know how he'd take it. She didn't want to ruin their friendship with any... romantic entanglements. He doesn't need me fawning over him like all those other girls do. I need to remain strong and support him like a good friend would. So she put on her game face, giving him a happy smile as she spoke. “So uh... how was your trip to the island?” That's right, Botan. Break the ice with small talk and maybe he won't be too upset with you for ignoring his warning to not come here.

“It went about as well as you would expect traveling on a boat full of demons,” He replied dryly before his features softened and he whispered. “I'm glad you made it here safe and sound, Botan. I would have been... upset if something had happened to you.”

The deity gave him a shy look, lowering her gaze. “I'm sorry, Kurama. I couldn't convince them to not worry about Yusuke and Kuwabara. I felt bad... I mean... what if it had been you and I...” She started then stopped, brow furrowing at her slip of tongue. “I mean... I can understand how they felt. I had to tell them the truth. I know I'm a bad person for doing that.. and Koenma will surely punish me for this but I don't care. They had a right to know so I told them.”

Kurama frowned at her words, tilting his head at the mention of how she would feel if he'd been the one missing and the deity did not know what happened to him. “Botan... you're not a bad person at all for telling the girls the truth about their loved ones,” He wanted to reach out to take her hand but knew he could not. I do not know who may be watching and I must try to keep a bit of distance between us. For her sake. “But you must be careful. Do not forget what I warned you of about coming here.”

Botan nodded, murmuring. “I remember and I will make sure we stick close together.”

“Good,” Kurama replied then switched the subject, asking, “I must admit I find myself curious about how you got to the island so quickly. Would you care to elaborate for me?”

The deity lifted her gaze. “Well.. it was a bit tricky to fly with the three of us on one oar but I managed it alright. I admit that my arms are a bit tired though.”

Kurama blinked. “You flew all the way out here on your oar?”

“Yep!” She replied with a grin, eyes brightening as she exclaimed. “Oh! I almost forgot!” She backed up a bit, tugging at her kimono with one quick movement, revealing a different outfit consisting of a yellow long sleeve button down, suspenders and brown pants. “Ta da!”

Kurama watched her flourish, murmuring, “That's a handy talent.”

“Isn't it?” The deity replied, her bubbly self once more. “I thought with you boys fighting so often that you were going to need a trainer, so I'm your girl! Not only do I get ring side seats to the fights, I get to help you guys out when you're injured.”

The kitsune was impressed with her idea, though he wasn't sure it was wise for her to be so close to the battle grounds and he knew he'd have to keep an eye on her so she wouldn't be hurt. Not that I mind protecting what is precious to me. He thought as he spoke. “It seems you've thought of everything.

Botan looked off to the side, features thoughtful as she tapped her lips with her index finger. “Well.. I suppose I could have brought along a medic kit for more serious injuries but I think I can borrow a set from the hotel nurses so it should be okay.”

Her bubbly nature amused him and he chuckled. “Yes, I believe you can and should do that,” His voice grew a bit more tender as he added, “I admit that I am.... glad to have you here, Botan.”

She felt shy again as she studied him. “You are?”

“Yes,” He replied truthfully. “I find your presence... comforting to me. I know you'll be an asset to our team when the need arises.”

His words eased the anxiety she felt about what he would think, feeling a bit of pride at his praise. “You think so?”

“I know so.” He replied, favoring her with a smile, ignoring the smirking features of his best friend as he kept his gaze on her.

The fire demon wasn't the only one to notice the connection between the two. Shizuru watched the blue haired girl and the red headed boy interact, sensing the emotions of the pair. Yeah, definitely picking up attraction and love vibes between those two. “Hey, Botan. Keiko and I are going to head over to our rooms. We should really get some sleep so we'll have enough energy to cheer the boys on tomorrow.”

The deity broke off eye contact first, looking over Kurama's shoulder at the tall human female. She was reluctant to leave the kitsune but nodded. “Yes... you're right... I'll be right behind you.” She returned her attention to Kurama. “I should go.”

“I'll escort you girls to your rooms. I want to make sure that nobody bothers you while you're staying here.”

Botan smiled softly as she headed towards the door. “That would be helpful, Kurama. Thank you.”

Kurama opened the door for her, closing it as he turned and walked to her left. “So which floor are you staying on?”

“This one.” Botan replied.

The red head blinked. “Really? That's interesting.”

“Well,” Botan began, explaining. “In between Koenma's temper tantrum at my screw up, he mentioned that he would book some rooms for us on the same floor as you guys so we would be relatively... safe... from harm.”

He frowned at the mention of his boss's irate behavior towards the girl. “He yelled at you?”

“Yes.... but it is my own fault...” Botan replied. “I slipped up and told the truth to Keiko and Shizuru so I deserve a talking to.”

“You don't deserve to be yelled at, Botan,” Kurama countered. “Even if you messed up, that's no excuse for berating you like a small child.”

His defense of her honor made her smile shyly and she came to a stop before the room marked 805. She turned looking up at him, voice softer. “I guess I'm just used to it...”

“You shouldn't have to be used to it.” He replied in an angry tone that belied his calm features.

She lowered her gaze, whispering. “I know... but... he's my boss... it comes with the territory...”

“Hey, Botan, if you're going to visit with Kurama all night you should invite him into your room....” Shizuru called out suddenly, smirking a bit at the flustered look of the deity.

“Shizuru!” Botan admonished. “That's... that's...”

“It's called teasing, yes, I know... get some sleep, Botan.” The human female entered her room, closing the door behind her.

“Um... goodnight, Botan... goodnight, Kurama. Thanks for watching Yusuke for me.” Keiko called out softly, still a bit surprised at Shizuru's teasing of her friend.

“Goodnight, Keiko.” Botan replied, recovering from the teasing, a smile lighting her face as Kurama spoke softly,

“Goodnight, Keiko and it was no trouble. Yusuke is a friend and I will always protect and watch over my friends.”

The brown haired girl smiled and entered her room, closing the door, leaving the ferry girl and the kitsune alone in the corridor.

The red head turned attention back to the deity, asking. “Do you want me to search your room to make sure it's safe?”

Botan blinked then shook her head. “No.. I think it's alright,” She replied, shifting to slide the key card into the security slot, the door clicking open and she turned the handle and pushed, pivoting slowly around to look at the kitsune. “Goodnight, Kurama. Thank you for looking out for all of us.”

He risked a flash of emotion, favoring her with a tender smile. “Anything for a friend, Botan.” He said softly, before adding, “Goodnight, peony.”

She liked when he called her by that name and she blushed but replied, “Goodnight, fox.”

Kurama made sure the ferry girl's door was securely shut and locked before turning and heading back to the common room, trying to appear calm though inside his heart warred with his mind. The deity being here presented complications for him. That he cared about her was a given. That he would do anything to keep her safe was unquestionable. But what if I can't keep her safe? What is something happens to her and I can't be there to stop it? Then there was the matter of what Botan would see out on the battlefield tomorrow. When the kitsune fought, he was cold, calculating, and absolutely deadly. The darkness of what I am cannot be hidden, yet I fear that side of me will only frighten Botan more. If I must kill to win, I will do so without hesitation. I only wish the deity did not have to see it.

You think too much, Kurama. Hiei's voice sent out to him as the kitsune slid the key card into the slot and opened the door to the common room.

It's how I've kept myself alive all this time, Hiei. Kurama sent back.

Hn... If your ferry girl cares about you as much as you do for her, then there should be no fear in revealing the truth of your youkai nature to her.

Says the demon who refuses to tell his own sister the truth of who he is. Kurama countered, smirking at flash of irritation in the Koorime's red eyes, amused at the fire demon's inability to come back with a witty retort.

Kuwabara looked between the two youkai, frowning. That's weird. They seem to be having a conversation but I can't hear anything.

It's called telepathy. You should really learn to block those dumb thoughts from escaping from your small brain. Hiei sent to the teen, chuckling softly at the street fighter's shock then anger.

“Hey, stay out of my head, tiny!”

Gladly, there wasn't much to see anyway.

Kuwabara flashed a dark look the fire demon's way and was about to retort when Kurama spoke.

“Don't be too upset with Hiei, Kuwabara,” Kurama began, an amused look on his handsome features as he added, “He's still learning the fine art of playing nice.”

Now it was the Koorime's turn to scowl and he headed from the door. “This conversation has turned boring. I'm going to bed.” He announced, opening and closing the door before anyone could taunt him further.

“A wise decision,” Kurama replied as he watched his best friend leave before looking over at Kuwabara. “Why don't we get Yusuke situated in his room then we will all retire for the evening.”

“Huh?” Kuwabara murmured as he shifted his gaze over to his best friend. “Oh yeah... I forgot Urameshi is still asleep,” The street fighter went over to the couch, lifting Yusuke up before dragging him out, the rest of the group following into the hall. “I'll take him to his room you guys. Go on ahead and get some sleep. I'll see you all for breakfast in the morning.”

“As you wish. Goodnight everyone.” Kurama replied, heading to his room, sliding the key card and entering. He tossed his brown bag onto the dresser, casting a critical eye on each piece of furniture as he did a general inspection, making sure there was nothing nefarious that could disrupt his sleep before he stripped out of his white martial arts uniform, pulling out a pair of green pj pants, sliding them on as he headed to the bathroom. He relieved himself and washed his hands, turning off the light as he headed to the king sized bed. Kurama pulled back a dark blue comforter, sliding into bed and he fluffed up the pillows, closing his eyes, willing himself to sleep, though his body remained alert, ready to lash out at anything and anyone that tried to harm him, even as Botan danced and sang in the halls of his mind and no darkness touched his heart.

Yes, I know I said the first fight of the tournament would begin in this chapter but I could not fit it in. However, the next chapter will be all about the fights and behind the scenes stuff. I have been very fatigued lately and this comes and goes with me as many of my readers already know. Still, I finished this chapter and I hope you enjoyed it. As to the fights, do you want details of each fight or only glossed over if the kitsune is not the one fighting? Also I have posted questions on my tumblr blog and had each of the four main characters answer. I will do more at some point but if you like such stuff, check it out. Special thanks to Twisted Musalih, nikkster101, DarkinocensDLT, peonyrose100, LadiGabiLun, PenguinsHockey14, Serenity27, heartluv (I am good at words, what can I say? It's how I speak so why not use it for Kurama? I am blue-eyed-shuichi after all.) and Yuilee for their reviews. You guys rock! It'd be awesome to get 10 reviews each chapter! Anyway, do please review. The more reviews I get, the more motivation I have to update. It makes me smile to hear from my readers. So drop a few lines in that box below and make this author a happy boy to chase my own darkness away.