Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ The Battle Begins ( Chapter 9 )

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

Another update to this ongoing epic of mine. There are a few slight changes from what occurred in the anime and manga but they are minor. Onto the story!

Chapter 9-The Battle Begins

May 1, 1993-Day one of the tournament

Team Urameshi walked down the darkened corridor that led to the tournament ring. Their eyes were locked forward, determination upon their features as they came to a stop before a set of gray metallic doors. The roar of the crowd was muted but reverberated within the walls that surrounded them. Kurama cast a look over to the still unconscious Yusuke, studying him with guarded concern. The head detective had not woken up since their arrival to the island and the kitsune wondered how much longer he would remain in the land of sleep. Hopefully you'll wake up before the end of the first round, Yusuke. I have a feeling we will need you before the day is over. He watched as Kuwabara shifted the detective's arm, picking the smaller human up a bit more as the doors rumbled open, light flooding the darkness and Kurama blinked slowly, adjusting to the brightness as a feminine voice announced their presence.

“And to my left, Team Urameshi!”

A chorus of boos, curses, and insults were hurled down upon Team Urameshi as they took the field, heading towards the giant stone floor before them.

“You're going home in body bags, Urameshi!”

“Filthy humans and those who side with them deserve to be crushed!”

“I can't wait to see them cut your heads off!”

“Kill the humans and the traitors, Rokuyukai! Make them scream!”

Kurama kept his eyes forward, not responding to the taunts, nodding as Kuwabara grumbled,

“What a bunch of stupid jerks...”

“I agree, Kuwabara. It certainly isn't pleasant to be called a traitor by people you've never met.” Kurama replied, casting his gaze around the crowd, scoping the masses, searching for a particularly bright orange fabric, frowning when no trace of it could be found. The hostility of the crowd was palpable and the red head's concern amplified for Botan. These demons are thirsty for blood. Our blood. If the girls shout out their support, things could turn violent and they will be hurt. Kurama's heart screamed at him to go find her but his mind silenced his emotions. I cannot leave the arena or we will all be killed. He closed his eyes briefly, calming himself. I must trust in Botan and trust that Koenma will find her soon and guide the girls to safety. The fox spirit's eyelids slowly opened, no emotion visible as he continued to walk forward, entering the ring with the rest of his team, coming to a stop before the small female youkai referee, Koto, who moved to stand between them and Team Rokuyukai as the the terms for the first fight began.

Outside the Stadium

Botan walked in circles, purple orbs scanning the crowd of youkai, trying to find her boss, growing impatient and a bit worried when Jr. could not be found. Where is he? She wondered as she came to a stop, shifting her gaze around once more. I want to get in the arena so we can cheer the boys on and so I can help them out if need be. The ferry girl's back stiffened suddenly, a strange sensation sprouting throughout her body as a vision of Kurama flashed in her head. He was inside the arena, dressed in the same white martial arts uniform from last night. His eyes were scanning the crowd, searching each side, looking for her, and she gasped inwardly as his concern washed over her in waves. Botan's knees began to shake, like they had in the forest when he pledged to return to her and she lifted her hand, resting it against her heart. What is going on? What is this feeling? A hand suddenly tapped her shoulder and she blinked and jumped around, “Ahh! Shizuru, don't do that!”

“Sorry about that, kiddo, but you need to stop daydreaming and focus on finding your boss. I don't know about you but I don't particularly like being ogled by a bunch of monsters that want to kill me then eat me... and not necessarily in that order.” The tall human replied, drawing out a cigarette, lighting it, trying to appear nonchalant but the truth of the matter was she had sensed something odd happening to the deity, instinct telling her it had to do with Kurama and she had reached out, wanting to bring the girl back to the reality of their situation.

Botan looked around, noting the leering smiles and the rather open stares of interest and she murmured, “Yes... I …see what you mean.” Feeling rather self conscious, Botan pulled the top of her kimono tighter against her skin. She shifted, looking around once more. “Come on, Koenma. Where the hell are you?” She whispered, turning at the sound of a male clearing his throat.

“Ahem....”

Botan turned, raising her eyebrows at the sight of her boss in his teenage form, relief filling her. Finally! We can go inside and watch the fights! “There you are! I must say I haven't seen you using that form in a while, Lord Koenma, sir.”

The two girls turned with her friend, their gazes lifting to the Jr. tattooed on the brown haired boy's forehead.

“So this is your boss, huh?” Shizuru asked, taking a drag from her cig, blowing out a puff of smoke as she studied the taller being, finding him handsome despite the odd tattoo.

The spirit lord turned to the two young women and crossed his right arm over his chest, bowing slightly as he introduced himself properly. “Hello, ladies. My name is Koenma, Spirit Lord of the Gate of Judgment. It's nice to meet you.”

“Whoa, I didn't know his majesty knew such beautiful ladies!” Another male voice interjected and the girls looked down, finding a green hued demon dressed in a brown suit studying them in admiration. Tickets were visibly stuffed in his upper suit pocket and the deity recognized him as a scalper of some kind.

Koenma heard the scalper's words, deciding to explain. “These two girls are friends and loved ones to a few members of my team,” He paused, his irritated gaze falling on the deity as he added, “That blue haired one over there is my assistant and also has a very loud mouth.”

Botan pouted at the description of her, turning away from him. “My boss is so mean....”

“Anyway,” Koenma said, moving forward. “Shall we go? The battle is about to start and I don't want to miss my team's fight,” He headed towards the entrance, the girls and George following close behind. Jr. stopped at the elevator doors, turning towards the females. “Alright, ladies. I'm heading up to the VIP booth. Even though I've announced that you are with me, you three must remember to stick close together and be cautious around the demons here.”

“We will, Lord Koenma,” Botan said with a nod, turning to her friends. “Okay girls, let's go and find our seats.” They headed for the stadium stairwell.

Inside the Arena

“Okay, then. The rules dictate that each team must decide how they want to fight and terms must be struck between the leaders of the two teams. If no agreement can be reached, we will go to a default of one on one matches. The winner of which will be decided by the number of matches won,” Koto explained as she looked to her right then left, pausing to ask, “Does that make sense to everyone?”

“Well... yeah... but our team leader is asleep...” Kuwabara said, still holding on to Yusuke as he looked down at his best friend.

Kurama looked over at the street fighter, trying hard not to look too amused as he spoke. “Well then, Kuwabara, you will have to be the one to decide how we proceed.”

Kuwabara grinned. “Okay!” He looked over at their opponents, answering, “Let's do this terms thing...” He stepped forward, his eyes meeting Zeru's, both studying each other in disdain and dislike, electrical currents of hostility sparking between them.

Zeru leaned in, invading Kuwabara's space, voice low and threatening, “I don't care how we do this, it won't matter in the end. Just as long as I get the chance to savor my victory.”

But Kuwabara was not intimidated, leaning forward as well as he growled. “Let's do this man to man. That's how real men fight after all.”

“Looks like we've got an agreement! The matches will be fought one on one!” Koto announced.

The street fighter turned, murmuring. “See you there...”

A sudden burst of ki erupted and Kurama frowned as he watched flames circle around Zeru sensing the power of his energy. It is as Hiei said, He thought. This Zeru does indeed seems to have the ability to control fire. Hiei will have to be cautious when facing this youkai. His eyes widened as Zeru unleashed the flames, the fire rocketing towards them, swirling around as if it were living, trying to frighten them before it shifted and roared up a section of the stadium behind him. Kurama snapped his head, following the fire's trail, desperate to make sure the deity wasn't in that particular area, relief filling him when he sensed her ki enter the arena, moving his gaze forward, spotting the orange fabric not too far from the upper deck entrance of the stadium.

Botan watched in shock as the fire consumed several of the youkai some way down to her right, happy that they were in a safe spot. At least for now. Her eyes moved back to field, surprised to find Kurama looking up at her and she beamed but fought the impulse to wave at him, remembering his warning and she gave him a slight nod, acknowledging his concern, still beaming when the kitsune returned her nod subtly before his features became cool and collected and he turned his attention back to the matter at hand.

That she was safe eased Kurama's concern for her and he pushed down his emotions, needing to remained focused on the impending battle, returning his gaze to the ring, watching as Rinku jumped up, volunteering to fight first.

Kuwabara grinned, cracking his knuckles. “This little punk's mine to fight.”

“Be careful, Kuwabara,” Kurama warned. “You don't know what that boy has up his sleeve.”

The street fighter smirked. “If I can survive your training, I can survive anything that little brat throws at me.” He retorted, jumping into the ring as well.

Kurama chuckled softly. “True... still... be cautious...” He murmured turning his gaze down to Hiei who spoke,

“I hope for his sake, your training was effective at growing his power.”

Kurama returned his attention to the ring as the fight began. “Despite being human, Kuwabara has improved greatly since we first started practicing. I think he will surprise even you, Hiei.”

“Hn...” The fire demon sounded out, looking from his best friend to the human boy.
“We'll soon find out, won't we?”

Koto raised her arm. “And begin!” She called out, dropping her arm, signaling for the fight to start.

Kuwabara and Rinku fought, each not taking the other too seriously until the child revealed his weapon which he called serpent yo-yos that were powered by the demon's energy. Kuwabara countered with his energy sword but could not get close enough to do damage to the child. Rinku bound the orange haired teen with his yo-yos, tossing Kuwabara around like a rag doll before lifting him high into the air.

Kurama knew that the boy would let go even before he said so. If that happens, Kuwabara will die! He lifted his gaze, gritting his teeth as his mind called out. Come on, Kuwabara, remember what I've taught you and defeat Rinku!

Up in the stands, Botan watched the spectacle, frowning when Shizuru seemed resolved at her brother's situation. “Shizuru, aren't you worried at all? You know what will happen if that youkai lets go of those yo-yos, don't you?”

“Simple,” Shizuru answered, taking a puff of her cig. “He'll die.”

“How can you think like that. Your brother's life is hanging by a literal thread?” Botan countered in shock.

“And us getting upset will solve what exactly?” The older human female retorted.

Botan just stared at the girl, frowning as Keiko shouted down to Yusuke.

“Yusuke! How can you still be sleeping during all of this?! If you don't wake up and help Kuwabara, he's going to die! Get off your lazy butt and do something!”

Botan noticed instantly the stares and the open hostility as the entire section of youkai turned the attention to them and fear began to creep it's way into her consciousness. Oh dear, this isn't good. “Keiko, honey, I think you should sit down. We're not exactly in the best position here.”

But Keiko didn't listen, rising up as she headed down the stairs.

“Where are you going? Keiko, come back!” Botan cried, rising up as well.

Keiko turned to look up at her friend. “Maybe Shizuru's right and worrying won't solve anything, but I can't just sit idly by and do nothing.”

A shadow crept over the human girl's small form and the deity gasped at the rather tall and imposing demon that blocked her friend from going any further.

“Hey little girl are you lost?” The demon growled. “Why don't you run back home. This tournament is for youkai only!”

Keiko looked up, putting on a brave face as she replied angrily. “You don't scare me! Yusuke's beaten creatures bigger than you!”

The demon grinned, flashing his fangs. “Your boy is asleep. Too bad he couldn't protect you from your mouth!” He advanced on her, his tongue darting out only to blink and howl as he felt the burning end of a cigarette ground into the sensitive flesh of his tongue and he thrashed around, grabbing his mouth, pivoting and running away.

Keiko shouted out her thanks, heading down to the ringside wall.

Botan watched in surprise, murmuring. “Now I know where Kuwabara learned the need to defend himself.”

Shizuru shrugged her shoulders, though a slight smile was on her face.

Kurama looked away from Kuwabara and over to the section where the girls were sitting, the sound of Keiko's voice drawing his attention and he frowned at the sight of a disturbance near the human girls and the deity, quirking an eyebrow as a rather large demon took off running from the three females and the girls made it ringside. What in the world is going on over there?

Seems Yusuke's woman is trying to wake him up through yelling. Hiei sent back, smirking as he watched the girl called Keiko yell at her boyfriend, noting the very quick flash of emotion when Kurama's gaze fell on Botan. Your ferry girl is fine, Kurama. Stop worrying about her and focus on Kuwabara's demise.

The fox spirit did not respond though he turned his eyes back to the precarious scene, gasping as Rinku suddenly released his yo-yo's and Kuwabara rocketed toward the ground, bringing his hands forward, emitting his energy sword, turning it into a pole, stopping his fall and springing back, shooting like a rocket, lifting his hand, his sword morphing, zigzagging between the spinning yo-yos heading towards him, the two striking each other instantly, knocking the other out of the ring.

Kurama relaxed a bit as Kuwabara used what he was taught, smiling as Hiei asked,

“Was that the culmination of your training with him?”

“More or less.” The kitsune admitted. “The main focus of his training was to learn how to control and manipulate his spiritual energy while using his sword.” He added, looking back at the human boy, a bit of pride filling him. And you did as you should have, Kuwabara. Good job.

Hiei looked at the ring, commenting. “They both made solid hits. I'll be surprised if either of them can get back into the ring before the 10 count.”

Kurama frowned as he saw movement on the opposite side of the ring, Rinku climbing slowly upwards. He shifted to look down at the street fighter, blinking at the sudden sound of Yusuke's voice.

“Come on, Kuwabara... get up.. you lazy... bum...”

The red head studied the head detective with curious eyes. Even though you're asleep you're still aware of your surroundings, aren't you, Yusuke?

The sight of Kuwabara jumping up drew the kitsune's attention and he watched, sighing inwardly as the street fighter crouched down and grabbed the detective's collar, shaking him.

“What did you say, you jerk?! Wake up and tell that to my face, Urameshi!”

“Kuwabara!” Kurama called out sternly. “What he said isn't important right now. Get back in the ring before you're counted out.”

“Huh?” The human boy murmured, letting go and rising only to gasp and growl as Rinku's yo-yos wrapped around him. “What the hell... get... get this off me you big cheater!”

“No... way! Just stay down, will you?” Rinku countered, gritting his teeth as he kept the human bound and unable to move.

“And... 10!” Koto called out, pointing her left hand over to Rinku. “The winner of the first match goes to Team Rokuyukai!”

Cheers erupted throughout the demon crowd and Kurama sighed, shaking his head as he watched Kuwabara jump up and into the ring, challenging Rinku to a duel later on. He let a small smile escape his lips as the street fighter grumbled and jumped back down to join the rest of the team. “Well... this first match was rather harmless...” He commented. “It's rare for any of these fights to end with both opponents still alive.”

Kurama saw a gray hued demon in a trench coat jump into the ring and he sensed something he did not particularly like about this youkai. “I will take this one.” He said softly, moving to enter the ring.

Botan saw that the kitsune volunteer to go next and she smiled, excited to see him fight and she jumped down, deciding to get a closer view, coming to stand behind the team as she called out. “Alright now boys, I'm here and ready to heal any wounds you receive during your fights, so don't be afraid to speak up and show me your injuries.”

Kuwabara looked up at her. “That's great, I've got this injury...” He began, unbuttoning his jacket, starting to take it off only to blink when Botan walked past him and straight to Yusuke.

The deity was irritated at her friend's continued snoozing during the fighting and she shook him to try and wake him up but to no avail.

“It's pointless. The detective is determined to remain asleep.” Hiei commented, watching in mild amusement at the troubled features of the ferry girl.

“Well... at least I can get him out of the way...” She grabbed Yusuke's feet, dragging him from the ring to the nearby barrier below the front row seats. The ferry girl rose, turning her attention back to the red head. Okay, Kurama. Let's see what you can do.

“Second fight between Kurama and Roto now begins!” Koto called out, lowering her hand to signal the start of the battle.

“I know you've been spending a lot of time in the human world.”

Kurama said nothing, staring coldly at Roto as the demon continued,

“We all do what we must, I just hope you didn't attached to anyone while living in Ningenkai.”

The kitsune glared at the smaller demon, feeling a bit of anger growing in his heart though he dared not show it, keeping his mask of contempt upon his handsome face. Does he know the truth? Has he been watching me for a while? He wondered, eyes narrowing a bit as the youkai's right middle finger shifted into a blade.

“ Or that you would perhaps be mournful of her death?” Roto sneered as he raced towards the kitsune.

“What is your point?” He asked, trying to bluff his way out of revealing too much information and he leapt into the air, dodging Roto's blade as it struck the ground, stone exploding from the force of the impact, missing the red head completely and he smirked at Roto's attempts to hurt him, too fast and graceful for the demon to keep up.

Botan watched in awe at his speed. Kurama can beat this guy with his hands tied behind his back! I don't even think that youkai can catch him, let alone hurt him! Her heart felt relief at this fact, not wanting to see him hurt.

“He's clearly no match for Kurama,” Hiei commented, watching the fight unfold, bored as he looked over to Kuwabara. “What a joke of a round. We should have sent you to fight this guy and let Kurama handle the child and his yo-yo's.”

Kuwabara growled, looking down at the fire demon. “Hey, watch it, tiny, I just got cheated is all.” He replied before turning his attention back on the fight.

Kurama disappeared from view, reappearing instantly behind Roto who made a clumsy attempt at a lunge. Raising his left hand he straightened it, poised to strike the youkai's neck with lethal force as he spoke, “Your skills were clearly no match for this tournament, any last words before I kill you?”

Roto grit his teeth, looking over his shoulder to the fox spirit, a smirk upon his ugly features as he murmured, “I have your human mother, Kurama... or should I say Shuichi..”

Open fear was on Kurama's face for an instant and he hesitated, leaping away as Roto brought his blade up, making contact and the red head landed several feet in front of the smaller demon. A red line forming on his left cheek, blood seeping out, causing Hiei, Kuwabara, and Botan to gasp.

“What?” The street fighter growled. “I thought you said no match, Hiei.”

The fire demon frowned, studying his best friend. “Something's wrong. Kurama would never allow such a low class demon to get close enough to hurt him.”

Botan sat next to Yusuke, blinking when the detective murmured out,

“Stupid cheater, I hate him...”

Is he really asleep? She wondered, poking his shoulder, tilting her head when he didn't even flinch. She turned her attention back to the ring, feeling a sense of unease. Something felt wrong and her eyes were glued to Kurama, wondering why he had not moved since being cut.

The red head glared coldly at Roto as the youkai lifted some kind of trigger device, showing it tauntingly before the kitsune.

“You see this device? I have but to push the button and a signal will go out to my brother,” He grinned, flashing his teeth. “He's been tracking your mother for some time and he's anxious to bite off her head.”

Kurama grit his teeth, lowering his hand, remaining still, concern growing in his heart at the thought of just what all the bastard had seen. If he's been watching my house, he must know of my attachment to Botan as well. I cannot afford for him to reveal that here or my mother's life won't be the only thing that is in danger. This was what the red head had been afraid of. By loving his mother, by becoming close with the ferry girl, he had put the two most important women in his life in danger. I knew the risks of this, yet I let my feelings get the better of me.

Why? His mind growled as he glared at the demon before him. Why did I do this? Why did I put everyone in danger with my weak emotions? Kurama kept his eyes focused on Roto as the bastard continued to taunt him. Because I am not who I was. He answered himself. I don't want to be like I was. I like how I am. I like living with my mother. I like spending time with Botan and I will not let you or anyone else hurt the two women in my life, you little piss ant. Kurama growled silently, his body relaxing and he kept his arms to the side, neither attacking nor retreating as the smaller demon laughed and advanced, his brilliant mind formulating a plan even as he remained outwardly submissive.

Roto smirked in satisfaction at Kurama's non threatening stance and he retracted the blade, his finger returning to normal. “So you understand, good!” He lunged forward, both hands clenched in fists, pounding the kitsune's face and body as hard as he could.

Kurama stood there and took the punishment, relieved at how weak the blows were. You can't even really hurt me with basic strikes. Pathetic.

Botan bit her lip as she watched the kitsune seemingly refuse to defend himself and she could not help but cry out to him. “Kurama, please fight back!”

The red head flinched at the sound of the girl's voice, trying quickly to cover the burst of emotion but Roto caught the kitsune's reaction and he studied Kurama with vindictive amusement.

“Ah, so that must be the little tramp my brother was talking about. The blue haired ferry girl that you seem to have feelings for,” His beady black orbs studied the girl, a wicked smile on his lips as he taunted, “My, my but she is a rather lovely to look at. I must say I was surprised, Kurama, to learn that you even liked women given that you are so very.... pretty yourself.. Hah, hah, hah!”

The kitsune's eyes flashed murderously at the gray skinned youkai, angry at the mention of Botan in a disrespectful manner, the darkness burning now inside of him as he was sent skidding back by a series of rapid strikes to his face and chest, crouching down, his hand sliding across the stone floor, scooping up a small pebble, palming it as he rose. I am going to kill you, you insignificant little bastard. He vowed, growling as Roto raced forward, cackling in sadistic delight, pummeling the red head with his now bloody fists.

“Oh hoh... touched a nerve did I?” Roto grinned maliciously at the angry look in the kitsune's eyes. “Don't worry, by the time I'm through hitting you, you won't be so pretty anymore.”

Kurama shifted to the side, sensing the time was right and he lifted his left hand up to his waist, flicking the pebble, the tiny rock striking the gray skinned youkai directly in the forehead.

Roto stopped and scowled. “What the hell was that? Did you really think that would hurt me?” He pointed at Kurama, voice and features angry. “You've been warned. You do anything like that again and I will push this button. Your mother will meet a very unsightly end and it'll be all your fault. So don't piss me off or I may just go after your girl, too!” He flashed an alligator smile as he eyed Kurama with gleeful malice. “Now fold your arms behind your back and let me hit you as I please.”

Kurama's features were like ice but he did as he demon ordered, folding his arms behind his back.

Roto looked at the red head, voice and features smug. “I just love the way forced submission looks,” He advanced towards Kurama. “Why train to be the best, when you can just cheat and have one of these,” He paused holding up the trigger device. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, laughing. “You want to kill me... I can see it in those pretty eyes of yours,” He leaned closer, voice low and dangerous. “I bet you're thinking what if I can quickly cut off that left arm of his. But what if my finger reflexes and I press the trigger anyway.”

“Kurama seems to be paralyzed and unwilling to fight. What could be the cause?” Koto said as she watched the two fighters stare at each other.

Kurama refused to give the demon the satisfaction of a response, eyes fixed in a cold, dark stare as he glared at the smaller youkai.

The red head was still too defiant and proud for the gray skinned demon's liking. “Why don't you answer, you bastard?!” The gray demon snarled, bringing his knee up, jabbing it full force into the kitsune's side, amused at the first true flash of pain.

Kurama winced at the vibration of pain that shot through his side and into his kidney but he quickly recovered, watching as Roto raised his hand and struck his jaw.

“Why don't you tell them the truth.” He taunted, striking the fox spirit in the cheek, the temple, the jaw, the side of his head, drawing blood over and over again. “Tell them you are doing this for the sake of some human whore that you love. Tell them that you won't fight because you don't want your precious girlfriend raped and murdered by a bunch of nasty demons,” He stopped, growling at the way Kurama just stared at him in contempt and hatred. Oh yes.. there it was... true emotion.. almost scary in its darkness and the small and rational part of his mind warned him to shut the hell up and drop the threat. He must truly care for that little blue haired tramp more than I thought. Interesting. Still, the display of arrogance the red head exhibited even after all the damage Roto inflicted on him pissed the youkai off to no end and his right middle finger elongated, becoming a blade and he lifted it, slowly dragging the tip of the blade perpendicular to the wound from earlier. “I hate that look. Despite all I've done to you, you still have that look like you're superior to me.”

Kurama's gaze remained fixed, peering down his nose at the youkai. The violation and murder the demon had threatened to have done to Botan made the muscles on his neck tighten and the darkness growl for the youkai's blood but the kitsune willed his body and his energy to remain outwardly passive. I cannot tip my hand too earlier or my plan will fail. The foxreminded himself, his head jerking to the right suddenly as Roto sliced viciously upward, splitting open the kitsune's skin, blood shooting violently outward, splattering on the ground, running heavily down the side of his neck and into his uniform.

Botan watched in horror as Kurama was beaten violently, pushed back again and again, not defending himself, not seeming to care at all. What is going on with you, Kurama? Don't you want to win? Don't let that jerk push you around, stand up and fight him! She wanted to scream but the words would not come out, eyes widening at the bloody attack Roto inflicted on Kurama's face and she rose, panic filling her as her eyes darted around to Yusuke and the others. Please! Someone stop this.... I don't want him hurt... I don't want him to die! Please!

Hiei heard the girl's pleas in his mind, turning his gaze over towards the blue haired deity. She is afraid for him... typical female weakness. Still, they can't help it I suppose. The fire demon knew Kurama had a plan, having seen and witnessed what was going on in the kitsune's mind and for some reason he felt a sense of... pity for the reigen. And Kurama is rather fond and attached to the ferry girl. If I don't do something to help her, he'll be pissed at me, He reasoned and so he tried to ease her concern in his own way by sending out to her, Do not worry about Kurama. He will not lose to this weak little demon.

Botan's eyes widened at the sound of Hiei in her head and she turned to look over to the Koorime. You're telepathic, Hiei? She sent back, pouting at his smirk and retort,

Obviously. Now stop worrying over the fox and just watch. Put your trust in him and you will see soon enough that there was nothing to get so emotional over.

Botan turned her eyes back towards the ring, lifting her hand to her chest, trying to calm her heart as she steadied her nerves. He is right. I must put my faith in Kurama. I know he won't lose to this demon. I know he won't.

Hiei smirked. She's stronger than I thought, calming her emotions so quickly. Not bad. Not bad at all. He turned his head back towards the ring, watching in anticipation for the final act of this battle to begin.

The pain from the cut was intense but his years of fighting had taught him to tolerate such injuries and so he regained his composure, straightening his form, the same look of open contempt upon his handsome features.

Roto sneered as he pulled his sword back. “It doesn't matter anyway, because I'm the one who has the power,” An idea popped in his head that would humiliate the youkai in front of him and he raised his left leg, grinning. “I want you to lick the scum off my boot. I just can't seem to keep it clean. After that I'll chop off your head and spare your nasty human mother's life,” He licked the blade and smirked. “And since you care about her so much, it's really your only choice.”

Kurama passively used his energy to begin his counter attack, features and voice haughty as he brushed the dirt off his right sleeve. “I will not.”

Roto's smirking lips fell. “What?”

“Go ahead, push the button now if you wish.” He continued to brush at the sleeve, the motion a distraction meant to keep Roto focused on him and away from the truth of death the kitsune was about to deliver.

Roto retracted his blade. “So your true character emerges,” He paused, pointing a clawed finger at Kurama. “You're nothing special, nothing high class! Just a low class bastard like the rest of us! Look at me like I'm dirt but in the end it's a lie! You think of only yourself!” He laughed, sneering at the red head.

Simple minded fool. Kurama thought in disdain. You can't even scratch the surface of who I am or what I care about. That is why you are going to lose this battle. And since your actions and threats were levied towards the two people I care about most, I will kill you and enjoy every second of it. He added, smirking inwardly. “Push it!” He dared the youkai.

“I will!” Roto replied, lifting his arm, his thumb about to press the trigger when he suddenly went still, his arm unresponsive to his brain's command to push the button. “What the hell?! I... can't move!”

Kurama walked over, slapping the device out of Roto's hand, grabbing it. “Fighting on the strength of one threat is a risky gamble. What if I truly didn't care?” He asked, eyeing the demon with cold amusement. “Or what if I could just make you immobile?” The fox spirit brought his right hand up, resting it against his chin as he studied the smaller being. And now I'm going to tell you exactly how I'm going to kill you so you will suffer a bit longer. He thought as he spoke. “I've sown the death seed in your body and it's had plenty of time to take root.”

Realization struck Roto and he looked down, gasping in shock at the green bud that stuck out from his chest. The pebble! His mind cried, recalling the attack from earlier. It was a distraction so I wouldn't notice the seed!

He sensed the growing panic in the youkai's mind. Good. You deserve it for thinking you could get away with threatening to harm my mother and Botan. “I feed it with my energy,” He continued with his explanation. “I have but to will it, and it will instantly bloom,” Kurama tucked his hands in his pockets, turning and walking away from his opponent. “I'm afraid there will be nothing left of your evil life after this. So be it, youkai like you give all of us a bad name.”

Fear welled inside Roto's black heart and he desperately called out, “Wait! I was just kidding, I was never going to push the button! I swear it!” He lied. “I'm just a low class! I don't know any better! You believe in mercy, don't you?”

Kurama stopped, tossing a look over his shoulder that matched the coldness of his voice. “No.” He replied, sending out the command to bloom and instantly vines shot out from the entirety of Roto's body, blood erupting from the multiple wounds, killing him in mere seconds, the husk of his form falling back, replaced by a beautiful array of multicolored flowers. “What irony. Such beauty, sprung from such an ugly soil.” He jumped down, landing in front of Hiei who looked up at his best friend.

“What a fool,” The fire demon spoke. “So intent on proving himself that he couldn't keep up with your moves,” He paused, voice softening a bit. “Don't worry about the other. The demon's brother fled the moment Roto died.”

Relief filled Kurama, glad to know his mother was safe. But that still left Botan vulnerable to being harmed and the kitsune shifted his gaze over to her, finding worry and joy in her features. But no fear. Should I be thankful or worried that she seemed rather... overjoyed at my victory?

She's happy that you survived, fox. Hiei replied, reading the girl's thoughts as he added. Really Kurama, you should know more about this emotion stuff than I do and even I know the answer to your question.

Kurama looked down at the fire demon, narrowing gaze. You read her mind, didn't you?

Yes. But the point still stands. Hiei replied, smirking at the irritated look of the kitsune.

Botan came up to the fox spirit, concerned about his facial injuries, noting several cuts and bruises, focusing on the cross shaped scar on his left cheek that continued to bleed, frowning at the blood slick that trailed down Kurama's neck, staining his white uniform red near the collar and shoulder and in her worry she spoke, “Kurama... Do you want me to look at your wounds?”

Kurama shifted his eyes back to Botan, conflicted in his feelings. His heart said yes but his mind was still troubled at what Roto had said and he felt a protective fear build in him. If he allowed her to get too close to him in such an open place like this, it would be very noticeable and she would be targeted. I do not want any demon to even touch her or come near her. If they even try I will turn them into plant food. “I am, fine, Botan. Do not worry about me.” He replied a bit more coolly than he intended and he saw the look of hurt on her face and he cursed his darker nature, trying to smooth over his mistake. “Though you could help me a bit later. There are injuries that are not visible that might need tending to.”

Botan flinched at the tone in his voice, hurt at how dismissive he seemed. Don't you know I worried over you, Kurama? Don't you know I care about you? Aren't we friends? “Oh.. okay...” She lowered her gaze, lifting it when he spoke once more, finding a small hint of tenderness in his eyes and the pain in her heart lessened. “I would be glad to help you, Kurama. Whatever you want from me you have but to ask and I will give it to you.”

I bet she would, too, Kurama. Hiei teased his friend who glared down at the fire demon.

I'm not in the mood for your unfunny comments, Hiei. Kurama replied, moving to stand beside the ferry girl.

“Hmph...” Hiei sounded out in response, turning his gaze back to the ring as Roto was dragged away and Koto spoke,

“Will the next two fighters please make their way into the ring.”

Kurama turned his attention to center of the field, frowning at the sight of Zeru jumping into the ring, arms crossed as he tossed an angry stare at his enemies. “What? Their team leader is fighting now? That seems rather odd.”

“The team leaders are supposed to go last,” Kuwabara commented in confusion. “Maybe there is some mistake?”

Hiei smirked as he watched the blond haired fire demon in the ring. “No, it's not a mistake. Zeru is the strongest of the four and he's fighting angrily. It's obvious he's not taking this very seriously.”

Botan looked over to Yusuke shaking her head as she watched him turn to his right, curling up into a ball as he continued to sleep. “Yes... and we're just the picture of professionalism.”

“Urameshi team, come on already and send out your next fighter!” Koto called out in impatience.

“I have been wanting to put this demon in his place since last night and now I get the chance to do so.” Hiei said, a look of glee upon his face as he tossed the pale blue scarf wrapped around his neck into the air before hopping into the ring.

“Zeru from Team Rokuyukai and Hiei from Team Urameshi, your fight begins now!” Koto shouted, lowering her hand, signaling the next battle to commence.

Kurama watched as the two demons stared at one another, exchanging taunts and slights, fire bursting suddenly from Zeru, intensifying as tendrils of red hot flames shot out in all directions, heading straight towards the entire team. The kitsune sensed Botan's fear, his own fear of her safety driving him to action and he reacted without thought of himself and who would be watching, grabbing the deity and pulling her down to the relative safety of the ground. He covered her smaller frame with his stronger one, enacting a barrier that deflected the reddish flames up and away. Kurama felt her body shiver under his, his sensitive hearing picking up her whimper of fear as the fire became deafening, lashing out persistently against his energy shield in an attempt to consume then render the pair to ash. It's alright, Botan. I won't let the fire hurt you, I promise. His mind vowed as the roar of the flames began to die down, keeping his hold on her until the fire abated. He slowly loosened his arms around her, shifting to a kneeling position, looking down as Botan sat upright, body still shaking from the near death experience.

“Is... Is it over?” She asked in a trembling voice, frightened eyes shifting about nervously, blinking as she felt Kurama's hands come to rest on her shoulders.

“Botan, look at me...”

The deity brought her gaze up, surprised at the depth of concern reflected in the beautiful emerald pools of his eyes. “Ku...rama?” She murmured, eyes widening as her mind recalled instantly what had occurred. She had felt his hand on her arm, felt him tug her to the ground, felt his body surrounding hers, shielding her from harm at the expense of his own safety and she bit her lip but didn't look away as she spoke. “You... saved me...”

The kitsune had felt Botan's panic, understanding that the trauma of near death had affected and was still affecting her, and he wanted to ease her state of mind and snap her out of her fear, so he spoke to her calmly, even as Zeru shot out blasts of fire in an attempt to strike down the faster and more agile Hiei. “Yes, Botan. I did. You're my friend and I will do anything to keep you safe.” He vowed softly, unable to bring himself to express just how much he truly did care for her. It's bad enough that I revealed who I would protect most out of all my team members, I cannot compound my mistake by showing too much emotion in regards to her. Especially with so many eyes around. “You must trust me and stay very close to me for the remainder of these matches. Can you do that for me, Botan?”

Botan listened to his calm voice, feeling her frantic heartbeat slow and the tenseness of her body eased and she nodded. “Yes... Yes I can do that...”

“I am glad to hear it.” Kurama replied, rising, gently pulling the deity up, slowly letting go of her hand, frowning when he sensed somebody watching them intently and he shifted his gaze, scanning the crowd, trying to find the source, catching a flash of a black cloak then nothing in the stairwell entrance. His eyes narrowed. Who was that that just now? He wondered, snapping his head back to the deity at her gasp and he followed the path of her gaze to the ring, features a bit surprised at what he found.

There, Hiei's body was aflame, smoldering as he fell back, slamming into the stone ring and Botan gasped again in shock. “Hiei! Is he.. Is he..” She could not bring herself to say the words, blinking as Kurama replied,

“No, he is not dead,” The kitsune answered, knowing what the others did not. “It is far from over.”

Botan looked up at Kurama in confusion. “But he's on fire... won't that kill him?”

“Hiei is a Koorime... but he is also a fire demon and cannot be killed by any kind of flame attack.” Kurama explained, not surprised as his best friend rose, features turning grim as the jagan flared to life. What are you up to, Hiei? When he heard the words, “Dragon of the Darkness Flame!” escape the small youkai's mouth, his eyes widened. “I don't believe it... he's really going to summon the darkness here?”

Botan saw a look of fear and wonder on the kitsune's handsome face. “The darkness? What does that mean?”

“There are creatures in the deepest pits of Spirit World called Dragons of Darkness... they destroy and consume anything that crosses their path. No one has successfully been able to harness their power or energy.” Kurama answered, concerned over his friend. Can you really do this, Hiei, without killing yourself in the process? He witnessed black rays of light and electricity erupt above the stadium, a sense of dread filling him. The power was immense, deadly, and very, very dark.

Botan moved closer to Kurama, unable to hide the fear she felt as black lightning crashed around them. She reached out, the fingertips of her right hand touching his left ones in trepidation. “I'm scared, Kurama.” She whispered to him.

The kitsune felt the touch of her hand against his and despite the risk of it being seen by prying eyes, he gently held her fingers in his own, lending her some of his strength, even as his own fear began to grow. “Do not be afraid, Botan. I am here with you.” He replied before gently motioning her to stand behind him.

Botan loosened her grip from his hand, nodding at his gesture, watching over the kitsune's shoulder as a purple flash of energy in the shape of a dragon shot out from Hiei's right hand, rocketing straight toward Zeru. It slammed into him full force, the ground shaking as the dragon was unleashed and exploded against the retainer wall on the opposite side of the arena, splattering and dispersing instantly.

Kurama watched in shock at the outline of Zeru's incinerated body before looking over at his best friend. “Hiei did it. He managed to summon the dragon... and survive...” His eyes followed the fire youkai as he walked past them, wincing as he stuffed his burnt hand in his pocket. The red head caught the look of pain and saw the damage done to Hiei's arm from the attack. You won't be able to fight again any time soon with your arm like that. He thought in concern, shifting his gaze over to the ring at a rather large youkai stumbled around, demanding to fight. There was something... powerful about this demon and his eyes narrowed. And just who are you? Kurama wondered listening as the fighter announced himself as Chu and that he lost a battle of rock, paper, scissors and so became the alternate. The red head blinked at the sudden sight of a wide awake Yusuke jumping into the ring.

“The smell of alcohol in the morning... man I can't help but feel like I'm at home...” Yusuke replied, grinning as he took off his jacket, tossing it aside as he rolled his shoulders, stretching.

Explosions, fires, shouts of pain, and death... and the only thing to wake him up is the smell. The kitsune commented inwardly, shaking his head. The head detective was certainly eager to fight and had enough ki to do so but still... You must be cautious, Yusuke. If this fighter, Chu,is the true leader, as I suspect him to be, he must hold more power than Zeru did. Please be wise, Yusuke, and don't get caught in any traps or lured into anything that you can't get yourself out of.

The fight began in earnest, the true power of Chu visible in his speed. He was a master of the drunk fighting style and the more alcohol he consumed, the stronger he became. The two fighters revealed their strongest attacks before trying them out on the other, the battle devolving until it became nothing more than a fist fight, trading blows, trying to one up the other using nothing more than brute strength. Kurama quirked an eyebrow as Chu produced two knives, tossing them into the ring, taking his shoes off and challenging Yusuke to a knife edge death match, the two fighting within the small space marked by the knives, raining their fists upon one another. At last the two resorted to head butts, the force knocking Chu out cold and the drunk fighter fell over, unable to handle the blow of Yusuke's denser forehead. The kitsune breathed a sigh of relief. You've won, Yusuke. The first match is over. Everyone walked over to the detective, including all three girls and the red head watched as Kuwabara helped Yusuke off the field.

“Stupid fans...” Kuwabara murmured with a shake of his head. “Earlier they were screaming for the other guys to kill us... now they want us to deliver the final blows..”

The head detective grew irritated at shouts for death and he roared out, “Shut up! If you've got something to say, say it to my face or else say it to my fist.”

The crowd grew silent as the entire team looked up in contempt at the youkai in the stands. Kurama felt a sense of surprise then anger coming from Yusuke and he followed the human boy's gaze, finding Toguro standing in the stadium stairwell entrance, his younger brother on his back. His eyes shifted a bit to the tall and rather creepy looking dark haired youkai to his left, sensing a rather... sinister vibe from him.

“Who is that fighter, there?” Botan asked, standing beside the kitsune. “I don't like the way he's looking at us.”

Us? Kurama felt the dark haired demon's gaze fall suddenly upon them. Botan is right. He's looking at us. Or is it her? He saw a flash of interest in the youkai's eyes towards the deity, glaring back up at him, realizing his mistake at showing his protectiveness towards Botan a bit too late as the manic gleam in the dark clad being's purple orbs shifted to focus on... him... It unnerved the redhead to be stared at so openly and it smacked of a violation that made him clench his jaw in anger.

“Kurama? Are you alright?”

He heard the voice of Botan and he blinked, calming himself as he replied. “I am fine, Botan.” He paused, voice low but soft as they entered the team corridor that led away from the center of the arena. “And you are right to be afraid of that man. So please do not wander too far from me or anyone else on the team. I don't want him to hurt you.”

Botan frowned at his words. “Hurt me? Why would he hurt me, Kurama?”

He was hesitant to answer but found he could not lie to her as he answered. “That demon must be a member of Toguro's team. It makes sense for them to watch our match. So, logically, when he saw how I reacted around you, it may have provided fuel of some sort to use against me later. So you must promise me you will take extra precautions while you're here, Botan.”

The deity studied the kitsune as the entire gang continued on and out the guarded door where only team members were allowed to go, following the path through the trees, heading back towards the hotel. She understood his concern, remembering his warning about how there would be many youkai that would seek to hurt her simply because of her beauty or because she was female. And that demon's gaze had been rather unsettling and very much sexual. What a creeper. She growled as she spoke. “Alright... I promise... if you promise to let me look over your injuries.”

He allowed a small smile to grace his lips, the immediate threat over and he nodded. “Very well.” Kurama kept his pace slow, walking side by side with the deity, while Hiei walked to the red head's right and the kitsune caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, turning his head to find the fire demon had disappeared. Where are you going, Hiei? He sent out to his friend. There was no reply for a few seconds before Kurama heard the Koorime's voice in his mind, Hiei's agitation clear in the tone he used.

If you want to baby-sit the silly humans and your ferry girl, that's your choice, but I don't particularly care to listen to them prattle on about boring topics that have nothing to do with winning this tournament or leaving this damn island alive.

Do you really think it wise to leave the safety of the group, Hiei? Kurama countered, nonplussed at his friend's bad attitude. Shouldn't you at the very least let Botan examine your injured arm?

I don't need anyone's help, Kurama, so I suggest you mind your own business if you know what's good for you.

Kurama sighed. Stop being so stubborn and come with us.

No thanks, I've had enough stupidity for the day.

The red head felt the telepathic thread sever and he shook his head. I forget how obstinate and childish he is sometimes. He thought as they entered the hotel lobby and headed for the elevator. Everyone entered, the door closing and Kurama shifted his gaze over to Kuwabara, noting the scowl on his face as the taller man grumbled,

“Hey, where did the shrimp go?”

“Hiei has a bad habit of disappearing before anyone can offer him assistance. Seems being helped makes him feel weak.”

Kuwabara frowned. “Well, that's dumb. If you're hurt and someone comes to your aid, there's nothing unmanly about that.”

Kurama's lips twitched, a smile teasing to form upon his lips. “True, Kuwabara... but Hiei is... well... used to being on his own, ever since he was a baby. He doesn't know how to ask for help nor does he know how to accept or receive it.”

“Gee... you're kinda making me feel sorry for him, Kurama.... Did he have a tough time growing up or something?”

“Something like that, yes...” Kurama answered. “But it is not my place to tell you.”

“Yeah... I guess I can understand that...” Kuwabara replied, turning his attention to the elevator doors as they opened, revealing the eighth floor and he led the way, helping Yusuke down the hallway, Shizuru and Keiko following close behind, leaving Botan and Kurama to bring up the rear.

“I need to stop at my room to grab my medical kit,” Botan said softly as she stopped before the door marked 805.

“I will wait for you here,” Kurama offered in an equally soft tone, watching as the deity drew out her card key and inserted it into the slot, the lock clicking open and Botan stepped inside, leaving the door open and he remained at post until the girl emerged back into the hallway, shutting the door behind her. He noticed the large white box with a red cross symbol, the words, medical kit visible in kanji and romanji. “I take it you are all set then?”

“Yep!” She replied with a grin, holding up the box. “Now let's get you boys patched up so you can relax on your day off tomorrow.”

I'm afraid none of us will be relaxing. Kurama countered silently as he cataloged the handicaps that afflicted the team. Despite winning today, Kurama sensed the great drop in Yusuke's spiritual energy. You overused your spirit gun attack, Yusuke, that was foolish. Hiei's right arm was badly injured by using the darkness technique. His strength is cut in half by the lack of use in his dominant arm. Kuwabara will recover fine and I am not too seriously injured. That leaves the masked fighter as the lone member of our team that remains unmarred by battle. I know that will change with the next fight we engage in. We must all recover quickly or else we will be in serious trouble.

Botan could tell the kitsune was deep in thought and she studied him curiously. I wonder if he's thinking about the team. It's true we've had a lot of injuries but we still won... and I'm here to help them heal. That has to count for something, right?

The two of them walked down the hallway, the red head opening the door, holding it open for the deity who smiled at his gentlemanly behavior, entering the room, amethyst eyes surveying her surroundings. Yusuke sat on the couch, grumbling as Keiko lectured him about not telling her the truth, Kuwabara and Shizuru talked in agitated tones on the opposite side of the couch while the masked fighter sat lotus style in the center of the sectional, eyes close as if in contemplation. And lastly there was Kurama who was the most seriously injured of the three fighters, his features and posture calm and neutral, as if it were normal to be cut and bloodied. What a strange group we all are, she thought with a smile. But I kind of like it that way. “Okay, Kurama, since you seem to have the most blood on you, I think I'll check you first.”

“As you wish.” Kurama replied, walking over to the small round table tucked in the corner of the room, pulling out the wooden chair as he sat down, voice soft as he watched Botan approach. He found himself staring at her lovely form longer than he should have, his gaze not unnoticed by the deity as she came to a stop before him.

“What? Do I look bad or something? Is it the suspenders?” She asked, rattling on whenever she became a bit nervous. “I know it's a bit odd but I kind of like them and they go good with my pants and I thought, why not?”

He blinked then chuckled softly. “No, Botan, you most certainly do not look bad. Not at all. I was just...” His voice started then stopped as a warning went off in his head. Yes, Kurama... go ahead and tell her you found her lovely to look at... tell her you've become so attached to her that you now dream of her at night... tell her she chases away the darkness in your soul... that will go over real well... then the demons here can really go after her then to destroy any slim hope of true happiness you might find one day with her. His inner self growled and the kitsune's brow furrowed. I must not reveal too much, no matter how much I wish to, no matter if I have... intense feelings for her. It is better for her if she did not know.. safer for her if she did not see...

“Just what?” Botan asked, studying Kurama's features intently, wondering what was going on in that brilliant mind of his.

“I was just happy to see that you are recovered from what happened today,” He replied, voice lower than his usual tone and he had to still the growing feelings in his his heart for her. I must remain calm, I must not show too much interest or she will be hurt or killed, and I will not be able to live with myself for her loss. “You handled the situation well, given the circumstances. I was impressed.”

Botan tilted her head, sensing something was going on with him inside. It was faint but she could almost hear it in her mind. Worry, concern, love, protectiveness. Was he feeling all this towards her? But why would he cover it up? Unless... unless he doesn't want to see me hurt. That must be it. It has to be it. She reasoned. Why else would he ask for her to promise to stick close to him or the others? Well, if he can be calm and collected so can I! She vowed, giving him her best smile as she put on her bubbly mask of happiness. “Thanks, Kurama! I hope I can be of better use during your next fight though, so you don't leave the stadium so bloodied and bruised,” She paused, sitting the kit down onto the table. “Now then, let me go get a wash cloth and some warm water and we'll get that blood cleaned up so I can study your injuries better.”

Kurama was surprised at her happy demeanor but played along, smiling as he nodded, looking out the window as he waited for Botan to return.

The deity opened the connecting door that led into Yusuke's room, heading straight for the bathroom, finding an metal ice bucket and she turned on the water, making sure it was very warm before filling it halfway, grabbing a white washcloth off the nearby shelf and she returned to the table setting the bucket down. The ferry girl dropped the cloth into the water, reaching in and pulling it up, ringing the water out as best she could before she turned towards Kurama, leaning down as she spoke, “Okay... just hold still and we'll get this blood cleaned off you in no time.”

Kurama remained still as the girl gently wiped the blood away from his neck, his cheek, his temples, and his forehead. The warmth of the cloth felt calming against his angry skin and the kitsune closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax as Botan's fingertips replaced the cloth, trailing along each cut and bruise, sending out a soothing ki that chased the pain away and mended broken skin, weaving with his own healing ki. He reacted to the compatibility of their spiritual energy by letting out a soft and low groan, enjoying her presence and her touch, unaware that he had done so and that it was all too audible to the girl.

Botan blinked at the groan that escaped the red head's lips and she looked down, studying his perfect features. Does he really enjoy my touch? She wondered, feeling heat on her cheeks at the thought that Kurama possibly... had stronger feelings for her than a mere friend. She shook her head at her silly thoughts, chiding herself. Stupid, Botan, it has nothing to do with you, he's just feeling better, nothing more than that. We're just good friends and that's it. She frowned as her own inner voice scolded her.

Liar! You've started to fall for him yet you just can't bring yourself to admit it! Did you forget already how he saved you from the flames of Zeru's attack?! Did you forget he told you to stick close to him, that he was worried over your safety?! Does that sound like something a simple friend would say or do?!

Friends protect each other!. Botan argued with herself. Kurama would have done that for any of his other friends! That's all I am to him, a friend!

Yet he didn't protect all his other friends, did he? He went to you did he not? He saved you at the risk of his own life and body. What does that tell you? Her inner voice countered and the deity's eyebrow knitted, conflicted as to what was the truth and what was merely a dream.

Kurama's eyelids fluttered open as he felt the deity's hand go still but remain upon his face and he lifted his gaze, finding a distant look upon Botan's beautiful features and he murmured, “Botan, is something wrong?”

His voice reached her wall of doubt and inner turmoil, drawing her out of her silent argument and she peered down at the kitsune. “Huh?” She noticed his concerned look and she lowered her hand, quickly replying, “No... I am just thinking about checking you out.. er... I mean where to check you out next... I mean... your injuries.. where else you might be injured...”

Her rambling always brought a smile to his face and he chuckled at her flustered look and expression. “Are you sure about that?” He teased, knowing it was the best defense to chase away the heavy air that always seem to press down around them when they were so close like this.

“Oh you... you know what I mean, fox!” She retorted, flashing him an irritated look.

He tilted his head at the nickname of his youkai form, finding he liked the way she said it, even when she was agitated and he smirked. “Of course I do, peony,” He countered. “I just find it cute that you get flustered easily.”

She eyed him skeptically, still miffed at his laughter, even if she secretly enjoyed it. “Now I know you're teasing me.”

His brow furrowed, features softening. “Botan... I was not teasing you about how you look. You are beautiful. I would not lie about that.”

She paused looking away from him, feeling a pang in her heart at his words. “I know that, Kurama...” She whispered in a voice so soft, even the kitsune had to strain to hear it. But do you know how I feel about you? She wanted to say but could not. It wasn't right to even be thinking about him the way she did. He was from a different world than her. He was a youkai and she was a reigen. But I can't help it... I.. I..

“Botan?” Kurama called out to her softly, studying her in confusion as he felt her withdraw a bit from him. Though the danger was over for the moment, he felt a sudden tenseness in the girl and he knew he was the cause of it. “I didn't mean to upset you. I apologize if I hurt your feelings. That wasn't my intention.”

She focused her will, returning her gaze to study him, giving him a small smile as she calmed herself and silenced her inner voice. “I accept your apology, Kurama,” She replied before motioning him to stand up. “Now why don't you take off your jacket and I'll tend to any injuries you have.”

He rose, removing his uniform jacket, laying it over the chair, standing half naked before her as he had done so many times before.

Shizuru sensed strong emotions emanating from the blue haired girl and the red haired boy and she shifted her gaze over to them, quirking an eyebrow at the sight of a shirtless Kurama. She was surprised to find that his lean build was solid and his muscles well defined, making the boy even more physically attractive. You certainly hide a lot from the world don't you, Kurama? She thought, her gaze shifting to the deity. There was no blush or awkwardness at seeing such a handsome man half naked before her and the female couldn't help but smirk. So you've seen him like this before, Botan? My, my... seems you're also hiding things from the world as well. She thought, grabbing the box in her vest pocket, flipping the top, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter, sliding the cig between her lips before lighting the unfiltered end. She took a long drag before puffing out a cloud of smoke continuing to watch in interest of what would happen next.

Kurama remained still as the deity reached out and rested her hand on the large bruise to his side. His abs flexed in response to her gentle touch, enjoying it more that he should have but he held still, not wanting to upset her again.

The bruise slowly faded, the dull ache washed away by the deity's healing touch and he smiled in relief.

“How's that feel, Kurama?” Botan asked, looking up at the kitsune.

“Much better, thank you.” He answered, watching as the girl pulled away.

Yusuke had been watching the interaction between the ferry girl and his youkai friend for some time and he grinned at what he saw. “Hey Botan, quit flirting with Kurama and come over here to help me out will ya?” He called out in a teasing voice.

Botan snapped her head toward the dark haired human, already irritated at having to suppress her growing emotions for the kitsune as she replied in indignation. “Why you! I was doing nothing of the sort!”

He loved getting the deity's goat and his grin widened. “That's not what I saw. Why don't you just kiss him and get it over with. I promise you'll feel better about it!” He laughed, ignoring Keiko's warning glare.

Botan had had enough. With the stress of her life being in danger, not being able to show or tell Kurama her growing feelings for him, the pressure on everyone to win, and the teasing that struck a little too close for comfort she lashed out, grabbing the medical kit, flinging it at the head detective, hitting him squarely in the side of the head, knocking him off the couch and onto the floor, bandages, gauze, and tape bursting into the air upon contact.

Yusuke's eyes were swirly as he twitched then jumped up a few seconds later, glaring daggers at the deity. “What the hell, Botan?! That freaking hurt!”

“Serves you right, you big jerk!” Botan shouted,

The detective growled then winced in pain as he felt his ear suddenly tugged and Keiko's voice snap in his ear. “Knock it off, Yusuke, before I really give you something to cry about!” She turned to Botan, features contrite. “I'm sorry, Botan, for Yusuke's behavior. Please help him out, if not for him, then for me. I would consider it a great favor.”

Botan blinked at the apology, feeling a bad for her own actions and she nodded, voice soft. “I'm sorry too... I shouldn't have thrown that kit.”

“Don't be sorry,” Keiko countered, studying Yusuke with a hard gaze. “He needed some sense knocked into him for his behavior.”

“Don't freaking encourage her, Keiko!” Yusuke growled, crossing his arms though he kept quiet.

Kurama blinked as he watched the events unfold, surprised at the deity's accuracy and strength. “That was impressive, Botan,” Kurama replied, turning to the girl who blushed and whispered. “I'm sorry, Kurama. I shouldn't have acted like that. He just... He...”

“It's quite alright, Botan,” Kurama interjected, understanding on his features. “Yusuke was merely teasing you but he went a bit too far,” He added, turning a colder look upon the detective. “He won't make that same mistake again.”

Yusuke was surprised at the dark look Kurama gave him and he felt the back of his hair stand up. Man, he sure can get scary really quick. “Yeah, yeah... I promise to be on my best behavior from now on, mom.” He replied sarcastically, wincing as Keiko slapped his shoulder. “Oww! What the hell is this?! Be bitchy to Yusuke day?!”

“Yes!” Keiko snapped. “Now knock it off and sit still so Botan can heal your bruises.”

“Fine!” He growled. “Let's just get this over with so I can do some training before nightfall comes.”

The kitsune grabbed his uniform coat, sliding it back on, sitting down as he watched the ferry girl tend to the head detective, chuckling as he squirmed and hissed like a little baby. Guess she can decide to be gentle or not with her ki. He thought in amusement.

Botan finished putting bandages on Yusuke's forehead and side of his face, rising, going over to Kuwabara to heal his wounds. Soon, everyone was close to normal health, though their spiritual energy would take a bit longer to recharge and she rose, her legs shaky a bit from the strain of using so much healing ki though she did her best to hide it. “Okay... I've done the best I could for you boys. It's up to you to get better and build up your ki,” She headed towards the door, voice strong though her body was weakened and in need of rest. “I'll see everyone for dinner tonight, alright?” The ferry girl opened the door and closed it before anyone could stop her, leaning heavily against the wall as she grabbed her head to stop the dizziness that hit her. Botan pushed off the wall, starting forward only to trip over her feet and she cried out, trying to brace herself for the fall only to blink when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her.

“I've got you, Botan. It's alright,” Kurama's voice called out reassuringly as he helped her to stand upright. “Can you walk?” He asked, looking over at her in concern. The kitsune had sensed the huge loss of the girl's healing ki, knowing she needed to rest to recover what was lost. And I want you to be well, peony. I want you to be... happy... because I... care about you... more than I can ever tell you...

“I... think so...” Botan replied, hating how weak she must seem to him. He must think I'm some major wimp. She thought sadly as she lifted her feet to walk forward, gasping when her knees buckled and she fell forward, caught again by the kitsune's strong arms.

“Botan?” Kurama said in concern as he lifted her up to her feet once more.

“I'm sorry...” She whispered, angst in her voice. “I try to be brave... I try to be strong but I'm not... I'm just a silly ferry girl... I can't even heal three people without getting weak. I'm pathetic.”

He frowned as he listened, voice soft. “Botan.. you are not weak... and you are not a coward. You are brave and you are strong. I am in awe at your healing ability. You've helped me much more than you realize.” He countered, sweeping the girl into his arms, chuckling at her gasp and blush.

“Kurama.. what are you...”

“I'm carrying you to your room so you can take a nap, peony, is that so strange?” He asked in a teasing voice.

Botan blinked then smiled shyly. “Well.. no...”

“I'm so glad you agree.” He replied gamely, giving her a soft smile, carrying her to room 805.

Botan rested her head against his shoulder as he carried her, catching his scent on the collar of his jacket and her blush deepened at the thought of nuzzling it. God, I need to stop thinking such things before I say something I will regret later.

Kurama wasn't unaffected by the way the deity relaxed in his arms but he knew he could not voice to her his growing affection for her without embarrassing them both. And I don't want to cause her more pain and heartache should something happen to me. He reasoned as he came to a stop before the door that led to the deity's room. “Do you have your key card, Botan?”

The ferry girl blinked slowly before nodding. “It's in the right pocket of my pants.” She answered, trying not to blush as the red head shifted, withdrawing the card from her pocket, his fingers brushing against her side and she couldn't help but giggle a bit.

Kurama quirked an eyebrow at her girlish laughter, his logical mind deducing that the contact must have caused her reaction. “Are you ticklish, Botan?” He asked, sliding the card into the slot, gently kicking the door open as it clicked.

“Yes..” she admitted in a quiet voice, her eyes already closing a bit as sleep called her name. “But don't go telling everyone that, okay?”

Kurama laughed softly but nodded. “Of course. Whatever you wish, Botan.” He carried her over to the bed, deftly pulling back the comforter as he carefully lowered the girl down, tucking her in before he rose, emerald eyes blinking as he found the girl already fast asleep. The kitsune studied her for a moment, letting his mask fall, a tender smile forming on his features as he reached out and gently brushed a few stray stands of blue from the girl's forehead. “Get some rest, sweet peony.” He whispered before he turned, exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

Whew... another long ass chapter! I'm freaking whipped but I hoped you enjoyed the update. Next time we'll get to the some going's on in between the next match.. or in the Urameshi Team's case, matches... and more KxB feels.