Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ For Love and For Light ( Chapter 10 )

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

Another update and a long one! Some minor changes again from the manga and the anime in this one but it follows the story line for the most part. Onto the story!

Chapter 10- For Love and For Light

May 2, 1993 Eighth Floor of the Kubikukuri Hotel

Silent was the hallway as Kurama exited his room, a folded slip of paper in his hand. He paused before room 805, contemplating whether or not to go through with his plan. Though the kitsune wanted to spend time with Botan, he did not want to disturb her rest, knowing she needed it after helping the detectives to heal. I want her to be safe and she may not be if she goes with me to watch the other matches today. It was better for her to stay here, with her female friends, at least for today. I can always spend time with her later. He reasoned, crouching down before sliding the note under the ferry girl's room door. He rose, features and posture a mask of calm as he headed towards the elevator and entered, pushing the button marked Lobby, eyes focused straight ahead as the elevator stopped and he exited, heading towards the small cafe.

Kurama ordered a cup of green tea and a small bowl of rice with a poached egg for his breakfast. His gaze shifted to the glass window, eyes drawn to fading starlight. The coming of dawn remained hidden by the shadow of a dark blue sky and the red head smiled a bit. This was his favorite part of the day, knowing the sun would come to chase away the darkness of night. Many a time he would awaken to the sounds of birds and frogs singing, signaling the start of the day and he would rise, opening his window, watching as the sky swirled, the stars fading, the moon retreating, forced away by the warmth and brightness of the sun and no matter the truth of how the world worked, he still marveled at the beauty and splendor of the universe. Sometimes his mother would already be awake and they would watch the sun rise together and it became another of the many rituals he cherished engaging in as a human.

Mother... Kurama thought, his smile falling a bit. He had been scared yesterday. Scared and angry at the thought of her being harmed. Especially by one as nasty and weak as Roto had been. And I was too far away to help her. He growled inwardly, troubled by his helplessness. I must not let it happen again. I must defeat my opponents so that I can return home to keep her safe from harm. And that starts with watching and learning as much as I can about the teams fighting today. The server brought out his breakfast and Kurama ate slowly, his mind turning to newer emotions and thoughts, the image of Botan dancing in his head and the kitsune grew even more troubled. The things Roto had said to him, the nasty things he threatened to have done to the girl he cared about most made his stomach turn. The dark part of himself, the part that was possessive and overly protective, had been enraged and that anger was rare and entirely guided by emotion; by the feelings his had for Botan. I am fighting to protect her, too. I will protect her. I care too much to let her be harmed. He vowed, his gaze shifting back to the window. Light peeked from the horizon, the darkness of dawn broken as the sun began to rise and the kitsune finished his meal, paying his bill before exiting the hotel, heading towards the arena, his features and posture displaying none of the tender emotion carried in his heart for the beautiful ferry girl.

Botan's Room

The deity awoke to sound of knocking on her door and she rose, pushing the blankets off her form. She shifted, sliding her legs over the side, rubbing her eyes as she rose and mumbled, “Coming..” The ferry girl blinked at the feel of something smooth caress the bottom of her foot and Botan looked down, lifting her leg, surprised to see a folded piece of paper and she crouched down, swooping it up, holding it in her right hand as she peered through the peep hole, finding Keiko and Shizuru waiting on the other side and she opened the door, poking her head out. “Hey guys, what's up?”

“Apparently everybody but you,” Shizuru began, looking at the smaller girl with a slight smile at the sight of her printed blue pajamas. “I see you've never grown up, huh?”

Botan looked down at her night attire, pouting a bit. “What's wrong with how I dress for bed?”

“Nothing, if you don't want anyone to ever share your bed with you.”

“Shizuru!” Keiko chided her friend. “That's not very nice to say!”

The taller girl shrugged. “I'm just stating a fact,” She replied, a hint of a twinkle in her eye as she continued. “I'm sure there's a certain red head around here that would agree with me.”

Botan blushed darkly but kept her voice even. “Kurama doesn't think of me that way, Shizuru. We are just good friends. Besides, he wears pj pants to bed, so it's not like he disapproves of them or something.”

Keiko and Shizuru looked at the blue haired girl in a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

Botan noticed their stares, still not quite awake enough to realize what she had said. “What?”

“You... holding out on us.... how do you know what he wears to bed, Botan?” Shizuru asked.

“I... that is...” She stammered, embarrassed at having blurted out something that could be so easily misconstrued.

“It's okay... you can tell us, Botan. We won't judge you.” Keiko replied, wondering if her suspicion of Botan's feelings for Kurama were correct and returned.

“Yeah, kiddo, looks like you could use a bit of girl talk anyway....” Shizuru added. She loved a good story and something told her that how the red headed boy and the blue haired girl met and came to know each other would be rather intriguing to listen to.

The deity felt a bit uneasy at revealing too much information. But it's not like anything happened ,so it's okay to tell them about it, right? She rationalized. “Oh, very well, I'll tell you... come in and we'll talk about it over some breakfast.” She offered, holding the door open wider for the two girls to enter. Closing it behind her friends, the deity turned, blinking when Keiko asked,

“What's that in your hand, Botan?”

She looked down, opening it, voice surprised. “It's from Kurama...”

“A love letter, eh?” Shizuru teased and Botan frowned.

“It's not like that, Shizuru.”

“Well, read the note then and see what it says.” She challenged, lighting up a cigarette as the deity looked down, reading the contents aloud, blushing as she did so:

Dear Peony,

I'm sorry about not waiting for you this morning, but there were some matters that needed attending to and I do not want you be harmed so please stick close to your friends today. I promise to return to you later on and we will spend some time together, just the two of us. Please be safe today wherever you go and know that if you are in danger, call my name and I will come to your aid.

Sincerely,

Fox

“Peony and Fox, eh? I take it those are your nicknames for each other?” Shizuru asked, chuckling at how red the girl's cheeks had become. Not a love letter my foot! She retorted silently, waiting for the deity to explain.

“It's... it's not like that, Shizuru. I mean... yes, Kurama cares about me... he warned me what would happen if I came here... the danger we are all in... he's just trying to protect me is all...”

“You sure about that?” Shizuru asked, trying to draw out the truth from the deity's own lips. “Sounds to me like he cares much more for you than a simple friend.”

Botan's mouth opened then closed and her brow furrowed. “It's... complicated...”

“When isn't a relationship complicated, Botan?” Shizuru retorted. “So why don't you tell the story from the beginning.”

“I'm not going to get out of this, am I?” Botan asked, looking back and forth between her two friends.

“Nope!” Keiko said with a smile.

“Stop stalling and tell us how you two met, already.” Shizuru added, looking at the ferry girl expectantly.

Botan sighed and headed towards the phone, laying the note gently to the side. “Let me order something for us to eat and then I'll tell you.”

After ordering their food and eating it once it was delivered, the deity sat down on the edge of the bed, voice soft as she began. “It all started over a year ago on Yusuke's first true case as a detective. He was sent to retrieve three artifacts stolen from the palace in Reikai. Kurama held one of those artifacts, the Forlorn Hope, in order to save his mother's life. The first time we talked was on the hospital rooftop. He gave me a seed... a peony seed... and our friendship blossomed from there...” She paused, a wistful look upon her lovely features as she recalled their first meeting and how beautiful he was.

Keiko recognized that look, smiling for her friend. You are in love with him, aren't you, Botan?

Shizuru smirked at Botan's daydreaming expression and she poked her gently in the shoulder. “Come on, Botan, stop daydreaming and focus.”

Botan blinked, features a bit sheepish. “Sorry about that. Ahem, as I was saying, we shared a love of gardening and flowers and connected that way. I wanted to get to know him better, so I went to visit him at his house and I met his mother,” She paused, giggling a bit. “She thought Kurama and I were dating and she kept encouraging our visiting with each other. I stayed in his room that night because I had to remain in Ningenkai. He gave me his bed and slept on the floor.”

The two girl's raised their eyebrows. “You slept in his bed? And nothing happened?” Shizuru asked.

Botan looked at the taller female, voice and features a bit defensive. “Kurama never tried anything and he never would. He is a gentleman, Shizuru. Besides, we had just begun to become friends. And he... he is.. was... closed off from those kind of emotions... or desires... at least that's what I felt from him. Though he was always... is always... protective of me...”

Uh huh... why do I doubt that's the case? Shizuru thought as she rolled her hand in a get on with it, gesture.

“Yes.. um... anyway... another thing we have in common is music. I love to sing and he loves to play music and we just... hit it off in that way.. he taught me how to read music and for several months, I continued to visit him and sing with him.” She paused, blushing a bit. “He has a beautiful voice... when he sings. I can see the emotion in him... I can see and hear what he's feeling... the pain and the joy... it's like... he's singing to me... and my heart...” She stopped, shaking her head. “Sorry... it's a bit silly, I know, but I can hear his heart and his mind when he sings and it makes me feel... alive... and...”

“Loved...” Shizuru finished for her, smiling a bit as she listened.

“Yes...” Botan whispered shyly, lowering her gaze, quickly changing the subject. “Did you know he is a plant master? He has a wonderful healing ki as well that I've sensed when tending to him. It... resonates with my own... it's rather... um...”

“Arousing?” Shizuru asked, laughing softly at the deity's blush.

“Shizuru! Stop teasing Botan or she won't finish the story!” Keiko admonished her friend.

“Sorry...”

“Actually... it's much more than that...” Botan admitted. “It feels... right... to me... it's different... but it weaves with my own... making it stronger... and... warm.... and I feel... safe...when I'm with him.” She paused, voice and features soft. “And he's saved me many times already, without thought to himself or his body. And I... care about him.... I don't want him hurt... especially over me.”

There it was. A reflection of love in the deity's eyes and Shizuru's voice grew softer. “Botan... I know you choose not to believe it but after what you've told us and the way you talk about him, it is obvious that you are in love with Kurama and that he has feelings for you, too. So why don't you tell him?”

The deity looked away, whispering. “I don't want to burden him with more worry. Besides... we are good friends.. I don't want to ruin it with my silly feelings.”

“It's not silly if he feels the same, Botan!” Keiko chided her friend. “Don't be afraid to go after what you want. If you want Kurama, then you have to tell him the truth of your feelings!”

“But I'm not sure he feels the same, Keiko,” Botan countered. “I know him well... and he doesn't open up easily and it's like he's hiding something from me... something he doesn't want me to see... He's so worried about protecting me that he won't let me get close enough to learn the truth of his heart,” She raised her hand in a silencing motion. “I understand you want me to be happy... but being his friend makes me happy... let's leave it at that, okay?” She lied, giving them her best bubbly smile, even as her heart longed to be more open with Kurama about her growing feelings for him.

Shizuru knew better but she shook her head, backing off. “Alright, Botan, if that's what you truly want, who are we to argue against it?” She rose, pulling out a couple cans from her suit jacket, tossing a red and white colored can over to Botan and a green and yellow one over to Keiko before pulling a third can the same color as the deity's. She cracked it open, holding it up. “So let's have a cheer for our boys and hope they recover enough to kick some ass tomorrow!”

Botan chuckled, holding up the can, more comfortable with this conversation as she cheered. “To Team Urameshi!”

“Team Urameshi!” Keiko added, the three clicking cans before guzzling down the contents.

Botan recognized the taste as an imported beer and she drank it easily enough, though it wasn't her favorite libation.

Shizuru burped as she finished her beer in record time while Keiko downed her juice, beaming. “This is kind of fun!”

The three girls laughed softly, content to hang out together, though each wondered what the men in their lives were up to.

The Fighting Arena

Kurama stood on the rooftop of the stadium, preferring to watch the match from a distance, finding it a better observational advantage. His emerald eyes focused down on the ongoing match, frowning at the controlled way the human fighters decapitated their opponents and his gaze narrowed at the strange devices attached to their backs. Something isn't right here. It's almost as if they're puppets on a string, dancing to the tune of a sadistic master. His focus shifted to the rather strange looking youkai in a lab coat and his suspicion grew. You've done something to these humans, haven't you, Dr. Ichigaki? For that was the team leader's name. One name of many for the youkai participating in this tournament. He thought as he looked up at the score board, frowning. Two more matches to go before the last one scheduled for the day would take place. And I confess I'm anxious to see the true strength of Toguro's team with my own eyes. So Kurama, waited, watching, absorbing every detail, hopping down to the top stairwell deck as the final match was set to begin, looking to his left as he sensed Yusuke and Kuwabara enter and sit down, the masked fighter behind them. Good. They should be here to witness the fight as well, that way we can talk strategy later.

Kurama felt a very familiar ki and he blinked, turning at the feminine voice that called out,

“There you are!”

His emerald eyes fell upon Botan who grinned up at him. “I thought I'd find you here!”

He gave a soft smile, pleased to see her returned to her full health. It seems that the long sleep you had has helped you recover quite quickly, Peony. “Yes, you've found me out, Botan. I've been watching matches all day.”

The deity watched as the red head turned back to focus on the arena, coming to stand to his left as she lay her hands on the railing. “To study their attacks and how to counter them, I take it?”

Kurama nodded, happy at her logic. “Exactly. It will help us to prepare for our match tomorrow.”

“Do you know who you'll be fighting against?”

“Not yet.” The kitsune answered with a shake of his head. “Once this last match is decided, they'll do their re-seeding and we'll know who our next opponent will be.”

The crowd noise rose to a fever pitch as Toguro took the stadium, alone.

Kurama frowned. Where is the rest of his team? He wondered, sensing a vast increase of power as Toguro tapped into his youkai energy, bulking up, his form shifting, preparing to attack.

Botan echoed his sentiments. “He's fighting all of them at once by himself?” She commented in surprise, her eyes glued to the ring as the battle began.

“He mentioned something about the rest of his team being lazy.” Kurama replied softly, smiling a bit at the surprised look the deity threw at him.

“You could hear him all the way up here?”

“Well, I am a fox spirit, so I have pretty sensitive hearing but no, I was reading his lips.”

“That must come in handy.” Botan commented softly, eyes widening in shock at the vicious display of brute strength as Toguro killed each member of the Spirit Warrior team with is bare hands, black blood flying in his wake.

Kurama's features turned grim, his gaze shifting down to study Yusuke. The boy was visibly shaken by the display of Toguro's power and for good reason. We cannot beat him as we are.

Botan saw a flash of worry in the kitsune's eyes but did not ask, guessing at the cause. Toguro is so strong. He may be too strong for any of the boys to fight. She bit her lip, concern tracing her lovely features. If they reached the finals, it was quite likely that would all die unless they powered up quickly. But how? How can they beat him like they are now?

Kurama turned to study the girl, sensing her worry and he tried to ease it, voice soft. “It will be alright, Botan. We will find a way to win and make it off this island. I promise you.”

There was confidence in his voice that soothed her emotions and she nodded, trying to remain positive as she smiled up at him. “I believe you, Kurama. I know you will help everyone to plan a strategy to defeat everyone you boys will face.”

Kurama understood Botan's bubbly personality better than the others did. He knew it was her own mask to hide from the truth of her feelings from the world. It was effective at relaxing people who were anxious or worried but was also used to cover her own insecurities and fears. We are the same more than one would think, sweet Peony. He thought, giving her a soft smile as he made a motion with his head. “We should head back to the hotel. I'm sure Yusuke and the others will be returning there as well and we can talk about who'll we'll be fighting next.”

“Alright.” Botan agreed with a nod, following the kitsune through the tunnel and out towards the tree lined path.

They fell in an easy walk, each keeping pace with the other as the deity spoke first,

“I got your note this morning,” She began. “It was nice of you to give me a heads up on what you were up to today, so that I would worry less about you.”

“I wanted you to know I was alright and that I would spend time with you later today, Botan,” Kurama replied softly. “I didn't want you to get lost or hurt trying to find me, given the amount of youkai on this island.”

“I know and I'm glad you are looking out for me, Kurama,” She replied then paused, voice softer now. “I also wanted to apologize for passing out last night. I don't like being so weak.”

“There is nothing to apologize for, Botan,” Kurama countered. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I need to get stronger though,” Botan retorted. “I want to be able to heal everyone without weakening my own ki to the point I cannot function in a conscious manner.”

Kurama listened, voice and features sincere. “I understand but I wouldn't doubt that you've already grown stronger just from what happened last night.”

Hope sprung in the girl's eyes as she looked up at him. “You think so?”

“I know so,” The kitsune answered. “You pushed yourself to your limit, Botan, and you survived. By doing so, your strength of healing should grow as well. The key is to rest afterward. That way you can recharge your ki quickly and be prepared for the next situation that calls for healing.”

She listened, beaming at his logic and his belief in her abilities. “Thanks, Kurama!”

The red head enjoyed her being happy and he favored her with a genuine smile only to have it fall as a masculine voice called out seductively,

“Well what do we have here? A boy and his girl out for an afternoon stroll, how quaint.”

Kurama came to a dead stop, wrapping his right arm around Botan, moving her to stand behind him as he growled, “Karasu....”

Botan's eyes peered over the red head's shoulder, falling on the amused form of the tall, black cloaked demon from yesterday. So that's the creeper's name? The ferry girl shivered in fear at the intense and manic gleam in the youkai's eyes as he laughed softly.

“It is rather flattering when the prey recognizes the hunter, isn't... Kurama...”

The kitsune's body tensed at the way Karasu taunted out his name and Kurama's features and posture became defensive. His ki rose exponentially, drawn out by the fear and the revulsion towards the youkai before him, a fleck of something gold burst suddenly then disappeared from within the normally calm emerald pools of his eyes as he growled. “What do you want?”

Botan sensed the spike in Kurama's energy, surprised at the strength of it, though it was very brief and returned quickly back to normal levels. What was that just now?

Karasu stalked forward a bit, studying the red head intently when he growled then backed up, keeping his right arm crooked around the blue haired female, as if to make sure the girl was still there. The dark haired demon also sensed the enormous burst of ki that faded as quickly as it appeared. It seems this one here grows stronger when protecting someone other than himself... and off balance when his personal space is threatened. What fun this shall be! He laughed silently, voice silky and smooth as he tested his theory, “Why, I simply wanted to get a closer look at the girl you seemed so attached to... Shuichi...”

Kurama's eyes widened. How in the hell did he know my human name?! “Whatever game you are trying to play, I'm not in the mood,” His voice grew low and cold as he lifted his hand up to his hair, drawing out a rose, feeding it energy, transforming it into a whip as he added, “So leave here before I make you regret your foolish decision to harass her.”

“Who said I came to harass her?” Karasu replied, laughing softly. “I simply want to marvel at her beauty and I must say she doesn't disappoint,” His purple eyes shifted to study the girl. “I think I love your hair the best, Botan. Such a lovely shade of blue for a ferry girl from Reikai.”

“How did you know my name?” Botan found herself asking, wary of the dark haired youkai.

“Your boyfriend isn't the only one who researches his opponents for weaknesses.” Karasu answered.

Realization struck Kurama. “You were the one I sensed watching us yesterday.” He accused.

Karasu shrugged. “I love a good show and I must say you saving this beauty here was quite the spectacle. The concern you have for her makes me want to hurt her all the more to get to you.”

The threat drew out the darkness in him and he glared at the taller man, his voice full of hate and heat as he replied, “You touch her and the rules of the tournament will no longer apply. I will kill you and feed you to my plants.”

Karasu's eyes flashed for a second in anger before he laughed. “My, but you are entertaining. That red hair of yours suits your fiery disposition. I confess to wanting to kill you personally now. Slowly... while your girl watches perhaps? That would be quite fun, don't you think?”

Disdain marred the kitsune's features as he growled out in disgust. “You sadistic bastard...” His voice died off, blinking at the youkai that appeared behind the dark haired demon.

Karasu's eyes narrowed and he looked over his shoulder, finding the shaded eyes of Toguro peering down at him.

“What are you doing, Karasu?” Toguro asked, his deep voice level thought there was a hint of warning to it.

“Why, nothing at all, Toguro... I was merely stretching my legs when I came upon these two here and decided to strike up a conversation.”

Toguro shifted his gaze over to Kurama, noting the way the girl clung to the boy's uniform jacket but did not look away and his lips twitched into a small smile before falling, his gaze returning to his teammate. “Move along, Karasu. I don't want any blood drawn from Urameshi's team until the finals.”

Karasu flashed an agitated look at his team's leader then shrugged. “You always ruin my fun, Toguro,” He turned away, starting forward, voice seductive again as he called out. “We'll meet again, Kurama. Until then be sure to give your woman a kiss for me, hmm?”

Kurama remained in a defensive posture, until both Karasu and Toguro were well out of sight and he released the breath he'd been holding. Lowering his arm, he turned to Botan, voice soft and concerned. “Are you alright?”

Botan looked up at the kitsune, nodding as she fought the urge to touch his face. “I'm fine... but what about you? He wants to kill you, Kurama, you know that don't you?”

“Yes.” Kurama replied. “I'm afraid the feeling is mutual.” He added, glaring at the empty space where Karasu stood earlier. I will have to kill him. No... I WILL kill him. Kurama vowed silently, knowing now that the dark haired youkai would never relent and never back down in his desire to hurt Botan and the kitsune.... either together or... individually. If you think I'll let you harm what is most precious to me you are wrong, Karasu. I will stop you, even if I die in the process.

Botan frowned at Kurama's answer, watching as his features hardened from some inner turmoil and she reached out to touch his arm, a bit of fear in her eyes as she studied him. “Kurama?”

The red head shifted his gaze down to her, relaxing his body and calming himself at her touch. I am scaring her and that will not do. “I'm sorry, Botan. I didn't mean to frighten you.”

She lowered her hand, voice soft. “I am more worried than afraid, Kurama,” Botan replied. “That demon... is very strong... and very creepy...the way he looked at us... was rather...lustful... that is the only way I can put it. But I could be reading too much into it.”

The red head studied the girl, approving of her observation as he spoke. “No, you are correct, Botan. Karasu is a predator... physically and sexually... it doesn't seem to matter the gender... and I did not care for it one bit. That's why I have to stop him, no matter the cost.”

“Stop him?” Botan asked as they began to walk cautiously back towards the hotel.

“Yes. I have a feeling that if we reach the finals, we will clash and one or both of us will die. That is why I must make sure to analyze whatever I can of his moves and strengths so that I can defeat him.”

The deity felt fear well in her heart at the thought of Kurama going up against such a sadistic youkai. Her mind traveled back to earlier in the day when she spoke of Kurama to her friends and part of her longed to reveal her growing feelings to the red head but her mind warned her that now was not the right time. I must be strong for him. I must support and help him in anyway. I don't want to add to his stress due to my silly emotions right now. “I will be glad to help you in anyway I can, Kurama. Even if it's just to cheer you on. I believe in you. I know you can and will defeat him.”

Kurama looked over at her, his heart reacting to her words with surprising power and he couldn't help but murmur. “Botan... I... I thank you... your support means a lot to me as does you confidence in my abilities. I won't let you down. I promise.”

Botan flashed him a big smile as she spoke in a bubbly tone. “I know you won't, Kurama. You're too strong and too smart to lose to a creepy jerk like that.”

Kurama returned her smile, chuckling a bit at her description of Karasu, his anxiety easing a bit. “Indeed...” He replied as they finally reached the hotel and entered. They traveled up to the eighth floor, heading to the common room, waiting patiently for the rest of the team to arrive. A faint sound of footsteps was heard, stopping at the door and Kurama turned his attention to his right, rising as he watched a slip of paper slide through the bottom of the door.

“What is it, Kurama?” Botan asked, watching as the red head crouched and swooped up the piece of white paper.

The kitsune looked down, frowning at what he saw. “It's from the committee... seems they wish to make things even more difficult for us.” He answered, coming back to her, laying the paper down on the coffee table.

Botan studied the seeding chart, frowning. “You boys will have to fight and win three times to even reach the finals. That's not fair at all!”

“What's not fair?” Kuwabara asked as he entered the room, Yusuke and the masked fighter close behind.

“The pairings on this chart, they are obviously rigged against our team!” Botan replied.

“Say what?!” Kuwabara growled as he raced over, studying the chart. “Those big fat cheaters!This is such a load of crap you guys!”

“Indeed it is, Kuwabara. All we can do now is prepare for or next match tomorrow.” Kurama agreed.

“Dr. Ichigaki.... Who the hell is that?” Yusuke asked.

“Our next opponent and a bit of a mystery.” Kurama answered, crossing his arms as he began to explain. “Three of the fighters are humans but there was something decidedly... odd about them.”

“More humans fighting here? That sounds odd alright.” Kuwabara said, studying the red head as he continued.

“True... but the oddity is in the strange devices they wear on their backs. I suspect it to be some kind of enhancement meant to control and power up those who wear them. They moved with perfect precision, decapitating their opponents with relative ease.” Kurama said softly, his gaze shifting to the window as the sun began to set. “I fear we will have to be very careful in this fight tomorrow.”

“Yeah... we'll have to focus so we don't lose our heads to these guys.” Kuwabara murmured, looking around. “Hmm... where's Hiei? I haven't seen him at all since he took off yesterday.”

“Hiei is still outside. He does tend to prefer sleeping in the woods as opposed to the comforts of human conveniences.” Kurama explained. “If he doesn't show up in the morning, I will go find him and bring him to the arena myself.”

“You're not worried about him at all?” Kuwabara asked, studying the older boy. “His arm looked pretty gnarly. I hope he can fight tomorrow.”

“Even if he is not at full strength, Hiei won't miss a chance to fight.”

“Hmm... I guess so...”

The gang went over their plan for tomorrow then relaxed over dinner before heading to bed early, needing all the rest they could get for the battle in the morning.

May 3, 1993 Second Round of the Tournament

When Hiei still hadn't returned to the hotel, Kurama headed out to find him. Though the fire demon was adept at hiding his ki, the kitsune was good at tracking and found his friend wandering through the wood, still clutching his right arm. He watched the Koorime for several moments, frowning when the small youkai grit his teeth, collapsing to his knees, in obvious pain and Kurama shook his head. You should have let Botan look at that arm of yours, Hiei, then you might not have been in so much pain. “Is this a wise thing to be doing, Hiei?” Kurama called out, drawing the fire demon's attention up to the nearby tree where he stood. “Wandering around with your arm like it is? You cannot win easily with only your left hand available to you. Why not let Botan take a look at it?”

“I don't need help from your ferry girl, Kurama,” Hiei retorted, glaring up at his friend. “and I won't withdraw, so stop worrying about it.”

The two youkai sensed the presence of other demons and Kurama jumped down, landing to the right of Hiei. A pair of catlike demons that Kurama recognized as M4 and M5 stood before them, malicious intent on their faces.

“Seems the Dr's team has gotten lost,” Kurama commented dryly, his emerald eyes focused intently on their opponents.

“Yes... what a horrible coincidence for us both,” Hiei added in the same dry tone.

The gray haired youkai called M4 attacked head on and the two friends quickly dispatched him, cutting him to ribbons before advancing towards the yellow haired demon.

“And that was with my left hand.” Hiei teasingly taunted his friend.

“I'm sorry, I'll make sure to use my left hand next time to make it more fair.” Kurama one upped the fire demon before focusing his attention on their other opponent.

“You're next.” Hiei growled, pointing his sword at the taller youkai.

“No thanks... I don't particularly feel like dying today. I'll just have Gatasubal take care of the both of you.” M5 held up small gray box, pushing the center button as the ground began to shake, the trees crashing to the side, revealing the large form of a cybernetic robot.

Kurama grit his teeth as he studied the monstrosity before him. This isn't good. He thought as the yellow haired demon explained.

“He's one of the doctor's earlier projects. Part demon, mostly machine with no feelings, no pain receptors, and absolutely no fear.” He grinned pointing towards Kurama and Hiei. “Go Gatasubal and destroy those lowlifes!”

The robot attacked swiftly, its arms shooting out, able to change direction instantly and Kurama studied its movements and its reach as he dodged each attempt to hit him. The fox spirit defended himself, finding that his whip could not cut through the tough skin and he frowned. What is this thing made of?

“Gatasubal's skin is made of hybridized metal and living cells. No substance in the world can break it.” M5 replied, as if reading Kurama's mind.

Hiei rose into the air, growling. “I may not be able to injure the robot but I can still kill you!” He shouted, flying down, bringing his blade back, ready to strike down the controller only to have to dodge another attack from the robot's arm and he fell to the ground, stopping his fall with his injured arm, the pain excruciating as the blade flew from his hand and he rolled to the ground, clutching his the wounded appendage. Gatasubal snagged the fire demon, pinning him to a tree and Kurama looked over in fear for his friend's life.

“Hiei!” He shouted.

“The creation of Gatasubal is perfect. He has no feelings to distract him from the kill.” M5 explained.

The fire demon grit his teeth as he raised his left hand. “I can appreciate that.” A purple ball of energy began to form and Kurama did not like where his friend was headed.

“Hiei don't do that!” The free arm of the robot zoomed straight for the kitsune who realized a plan to free his friend and he weaved through a series of trees, heading straight towards the arm that held Hiei, leaping up and over at the last second, the pursuing arm hitting the other, setting Hiei free the pair of them slamming into the ground where Kurama now stood and he saw the damaged section of arm, sending his rose whip up and through it, twining within it's circuitry.

“You were wrong on two counts,” Kurama began, as the dust settled, revealing the damaged arms. “First, no matter how strong the object, it can always be damaged by itself and second, feeling pain is not a weakness but a strength. Pain tells a creature it's vulnerabilities and not to expose them to attack,” Kurama's features grew colder. “Your robot is dead, and so too, I'm afraid, are you.”

The Arena

Botan watched as the team struggled against Ichigaki, unable to do more than defend themselves. The lack of Kurama in the ring worried her, though she recalled him mentioning going off to find Hiei if he hadn't returned. But why aren't you here, Kurama? What has happened to delay you? The boys need your help. It frustrated her to be so helpless but Botan knew she had to remain in the stadium. They will need my help to heal them and I can't abandon them over my worry, I just have to trust that Kurama will arrive safe and sound and with Hiei in tow to help us win. The ferry girl left the stands, advancing down to the ring in an attempt to understand better what was going on and had been shocked when the masked fighter had saved Yusuke, the mask partially blown away, revealing a beautiful young lady with pink hair and brown eyes. She's gorgeous. Botan thought in admiration. But who was she? And how did she did she end up on Yusuke's team? Something flew through the air suddenly, crashing into the ring before skidding out and impacting with a loud crunch into the retainer wall and Botan blinked at the sight of a beat up catlike youkai.

An explosion erupted on the opposite side of the stadium and the deity snapped her head, studying the dust cloud worriedly. What now?! Her mind cried, eyes widening at the sight of a robot, surprise then relief crossing her beautiful features at the sight of Kurama landing upon the machine's right shoulder. Kurama, you're alright, thank goodness!

Yusuke looked up from the ring, happy to see his friends as he called out, “Hey, guys! You're a bit late!”

Koto raced over to the duo, speaking into the mic. “The missing members of the Urameshi team have arrived. Can you tell us what happened?”

“Sorry. We were delayed by a 30 ft killing machine.” Hiei explained briefly, deferring to Kurama who spoke.

“M5 told us everything. I'm relieved to see everyone is still alive. Those devices on the fighters backs are called Virucchi that keep them under control,” He paused, closing his eyes. “I'm afraid in their present state it would be fatal to remove them,” He opened his eyes once more. “The three humans are completely innocent. They didn't know the implants would control them. They were told it was blood research in order to help their master who was dying.”

“I knew there was something weird going on with them!” Kuwabara exclaimed.

“I'm afraid there is more to it than that. It seems the Dr. caused their master's illness in the first place in order to use the pupils for his own twisted experiments.” He glared over at the gray skinned youkai who laughed manically.

“Your unscientific minds cannot even begin to grasp the bigger picture. Maybe I infected Mitamura to get to his students, maybe I lied to get their bodies, and maybe I enjoyed it but what difference does it make?! Behind every scientific discovery there are always a few poisoned rats!”

“Shut up, Ichigaki! You're nothing but a liar that only cares about winning the tournament!” Kuwabara shouted, his anger rising to the surface.

The Dr. laughed and pointed a clawed hand at the orange haired teen. “A means to the end, boy. I don't care about winning, I only care about defeating you so I can have your bodies for my next experiment! These three are strong but nothing like the potential of you and your team! I'll probably dispose of them myself after my victory is complete.”

“That's it!” Yusuke shouted, racing towards Ichigaki, Kuwabara right beside him. “I'm kicking your ass out of principle!” The jumped up, ready to strike down the Dr. only to go flying back in the ring as M1 and M2 attacked, defending Ichigaki from the wrath of the two younger boys.

Kurama frowned, sensing a need to help and he jumped down, Hiei following, skidding to a stop as Koto held up a hand.

“I'm afraid you can't enter the ring. The decision for a three on three battle was already decided. If you enter the ring now, your team will be forfeit.”

The red head grit his teeth, sensing Botan coming up beside him and he turned to her as she spoke.

“It's true. They already decided.” She replied then glared up at Koto. “You're heartless, you know that?”

“Huh?” Koto said in surprise, turning over towards Ichigaki who spoke.

“Don't blame her. I was the one who got those apes to agree to the terms of the match.”

“Naturally...” Kurama growled as he watched his team members try and try again to get to the Dr. to no avail. His ears picked up the words, “Kill us.” And the kitsune shook his head. Cruelty at it's worst, trapping these humans, forcing them to watch their bodies do something they swore never to do. Breaking their hearts into little pieces. The Dr. will pay for this.

Botan watched in shock at her friends being pummeled, gasping as Kuwabara did his best to help them only to be beaten badly and knocked out of the ring. She heard them plea for death, watching as Yusuke found his spiritual energy once again, preparing to give them their wish when the masked fighter intervened, shouting out an incantation and suspending them in a barrier, forcing the devices to explode off their bodies, cleaning their spirits of the Dr.'s influence, saving them in the process.

Kurama and Hiei circled around the ring, confronting Ichigaki. “You can compute strengths and probabilities, I'll give you that but you cannot account for the heart of a person.”

“Get lost!” The Dr. growled, gasping as his team was defeated by the energy wave the girl fighter had unleashed. “No... my perfect inventions! How could you defeat my scientific achievement with chanting!”

“Hey, asshole!” Yusuke shouted, as he stalked over and pointed at the youkai. “You know you're not walking away from this don't you?”

Ichigaki backed up, turning around when he found Kurama and Hiei glaring at him.

“Don't embarrass yourself.” The fire demon said with mild disdain.

“Acknowledge your cruelty and your punishment will be swift.” Kurama added.

“Wait! What if I told you that I knew where Mitamura was and that I was the only one who could cure his illness?”

Kurama chucked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the walking form of the master of the fallen humans. “A moot point. We beat the information out of your man and gave him some herbs to help him recover.”

“You... evil man...” Mitamura growled as he stared angrily at the Dr.

Sensing he was in danger, Ichigaki pulled out a syringe, stabbing it into his hand, transforming into a large monster, attacking them all at once with his elongated arms, striking Yusuke in the arm, cutting him open and Kurama looked over at his friend in concern.

“Yusuke!” He shouted, heading towards him only to jump away from Ichigaki's stretched out arm.

Hiei zoomed in to defend Yusuke but relented at the detective's insistence and the boy punched the Dr. out in a series of blows.

Kurama went to help Mitamura over to his fallen students, watching as they rose, still alive and raced over to their master. He smiled, looking over to Botan who smiled back at him. Another round and another win. We are ever closer to ending this nightmare. He thought, going over to the deity. “Looks like you could use a hand.” He commented, making a motion towards Kuwabara.

“Yes... we should get him into the training room so I can work on healing his injuries.” Botan replied, reaching down to help the street fighter up at the same time as Kurama and they walked together into the tunnel that led to their assigned training room. The kitsune helped her lay Kuwabara down, voice soft as he looked over at Botan.

“This was a hard match for him, I see. I'm sorry we were unable to be of more assistance.” He paused, murmuring. “I am glad that you are here to help us, Botan. Do take care of Kuwabara. We will need him for the next match I'm sure.”

“Of course! I'll do my best but remember your promise to me, Kurama.”

The kitsune nodded, favoring her with an open smile. “I remember, Botan. I will return to you as I always do.”

Kuwabara's eyes were closed but his ears worked just fine and he felt surprise at this revelation. Kurama... and Botan... seem really close... Man, maybe Urameshi wasn't so far off with his teasing... Maybe those two do like each other more than friends.

A series of chimes erupted through the PA system and the deity and the fox both looked up, listening, shock on their faces as a female's voice announced. “Your attention please, the third round of the Dark Tournament will begin immediately.”

I was afraid something like this would happen and with the team down two fighters and a third low on spiritual energy, it will be next to impossible to win. Kurama growled silently, looking over to Botan. “I must go.” He said quickly, racing out and down the hallway and into the arena as the announcer continued,

“In accordance with the rule book, we will follow the diagram on the scoreboard. Team Masho and Team Urameshi please report to the ring.”

Botan watched Kurama go, blinking when Kuwabara sat up. “Botan.... you've got to take me back to the ring. I need to be close to the team. I need to help them.”

The deity frowned, gently pressing his shoulder trying to urge him to lay back down. “No can do, sport. You're in no shape to go anywhere. Kurama wanted me to look after you and that's what I'm going to do.”

“I understand that, but you can look after me in the arena just as well as here. I need to be there for them. Please.”

Botan sighed but complied. “Alright, but no heroic stuff, okay? You're in no shape to do anything but watch.”

She helped him off the table, crooking the street fighter's arm around her neck as she slowly guided him back out and into the hallway.

The red head, meanwhile, stood with his team in the ring, awaiting their challengers.

“Team Masho, this is your last chance. Enter the ring or your will be disqualified and the match will go to the Urameshi Team.” Koto announced, her green eyes surveying the surroundings.

Kurama blinked in surprise as a whirlwind appeared out of nowhere, swirling up grass and dirt before the air went dead still, revealing five cloaked and hooded fighters. This must be Team Masho.

Botan exited the tunnel, stepping onto the field, helping Kuwabara to sit down and Kurama watched her, frowning, his gaze shifting over to Yusuke who spoke,

“Oh great, Kuwabara's off his sick bed, I'm sure he'll be a lot of help.” The head detective commented sarcastically.

“Kuwabara isn't the only one who is low on power,” Kurama began, voicing his thoughts from earlier, drawing Yusuke's attention as he continued. “The masked fighter's attack drained her considerably.”

Yusuke frowned. “So it's three non gimps against the five of them.”

Kurama turned, his eyes falling Hiei. It's worse than that. Hiei still cannot use his arm. That leaves Yusuke and I as the lone fighters who are healthy enough to battle. Not very good odds.

“Who wants to be the first to go? They can be the team captain.” A deep voice of one of Team Masho's members called out and a swirl of blue energy erupted around one of the shorter beings, the cloak and hood torn off by the swirling wind, revealing a shirtless red headed youkai with blue eyes.

“I'll go and take those humans then...” The youkai said softly, an Irish accent laced within his words.

Kurama recognized the demon instantly. “Jin, the wind master. That would explain who this team is.”

“Do you know these jokers?” Yusuke asked, looking over to his youkai friend.

“Indeed. Most demons do,” Kurama explained. “Team Masho must be a pseudonym for this tournament. Their actual names are the Shinobi of Makai.”

“Shinobi? So what does that mean?” Yusuke asked in confusion.

Kurama sighed inwardly but kept his voice level as he informed his friend the truth about who they were facing. “The shinobi are stealth fighters and deadly mercenaries to the highest bidder. A dispute arises in Makai and they solve it. You're familiar with their other name, I'm sure... the ninja...”

The kitsune watched as Jin approached. Yusuke moved to meet him in the center.

“Team captains, please decide your terms.”

“Let's fix these stakes simple enough, one to one to one, until I'm a tower on my feet, holding a five.”

Yusuke tried to understand what the ninja was saying, catching only one to one and he replied. “Uh... whatever he said.”

“Jin has asked for a series of one on one battles with the advancing team taking five wins and Yusuke gives the nod.” Koto explained to the crowd that roared it's approval.

The ninja and the head detective circled one another, sizing each other up as Jin spoke.

“A damn near pleasant wind be fillin the air now. Tellin a person by their wind and yours is the kind I like, Urameshi.”

Yusuke looked up at Jin then shook his head, walking back to his team, jumping down onto the grass as the chimes on the PA system sounded again.

“Your attention please. The committee will be instituting a medical examination before the round begins.”

“What is this, gym class?” Yusuke growled.

Kurama narrowed his eyes as the announcer continued.

“Due to the Urameshi team fighting without rest, and in accordance to section 13 of the tournament index, report to the medical tent.”

“As long as they don't grab me by the balls and make me cough.” Yusuke commented.

A bright light erupted and Kurama turned, along with Yusuke, the red head quirking an eyebrow at the rather attractive female nurse who sauntered towards them.

“Hello, gentlemen.” She purred, holding out her hand, assessing each fighter, stopping at Hiei and the masked fighter. “Yes... you two fighters, will you please follow me to the medical tent.”

“Don't be ridiculous. We need no medical attention.” Hiei countered. “Why don't you go nurse the fool lying on the ground.”

“Because his wounds do not interest me the way that yours do, Hiei. Maybe I can help you.”

The fire demon and the masked fighter followed the nurse, standing before her in the tent as she asked them several questions. A burst of blue electricity surrounded the tent suddenly and Kurama frowned, moving with Yusuke as they studied the tent.

“What the hell is that, Kurama?” The human boy asked.

“It's a force field,” The red head explained, blinking when Yusuke raced forward.

“Hey lady! Why do I get the feeling you're not a licensed nurse!”

The red headed female turned, removing her outfit, vines covering certain parts of her anatomy as she grinned. “That would be correct. My name is Ruka and I'm regarded as one of the best in spell defense and incantation.”

Botan watched the confrontation, looking down as Kuwabara asked, “What does all that mean?”

“It's a different way of manipulating energy. This Ruka doesn't have any attack power, but her defensive power is so top notch that nothing can break through it.”

“I couldn't have explained it better myself.” Ruka replied.

Yusuke had had enough. “Give me my damn team back.”

“Didn't you hear the announcement, Yusuke? They're both very sick and in need of rest.” Ruka shouted out a quick chant, forcing Hiei and the masked fighter backwards, blue energy swirling around them, binding them still.

Kurama frowned. “Those energy threads... she's using their own ki against them. The more they struggle, the stronger the barrier becomes.”

“Due to the injury and loss of energy, Hiei and the masked fighter are ruled ineligible to fight for the duration of the round.”

“What the hell is this?” Yusuke growled, jumping into the ring, charging up to Koto, voice and features accusing as he pointed at her. “How can you let them lie like that?”

Koto became nervous. “I told you I have nothing to do with these decisions. I'm completely neutral!”

Yusuke advanced on her, invading her space. “Wrong freaking answer!”

Kurama sighed, understanding Yusuke's frustration, though he did not agree with the way he expressed that towards the referee and he entered the ring, putting a hand in front of the detective to stop him. “It's alright.”

Yusuke frowned, looking up at his friend. “Says who?”

“Obviously the committee is against us,” Kurama explained. “However, we have not been hurt. Truthfully Hiei and the masked fighter are in no shape to fight at the moment.” His gaze shifted to the medical tent. “Think... why would she only capture the two when she could have ensnared us as well? Perhaps her power is not as great as she thought so she took a pair that were too weak to fight back. She's helped less than the committee thinks.” He paused, his rational mind analyzing everything. “This will only give Team Masho a false sense of security. The advantage is ours.” He turned his attention to the opponent's side of the ring, watching as the largest cloaked member of Masho spoke in a deep voice.

“Heh, heh, heh. Two against five. You can destroy them all, Jin.”

“Nah... I'm gonna be changing my mind if it be a fix like that.” Jin replied, picking at his ear. “I don't give a damn. Somebody else go. I'd rather be the watch now.”

A brown hued hand slid from under the cloak, coming to rest on the wind master's shoulder, stopping him from walking away. “It wouldn't be wise to think you can disrupt the sect this time.”

Jin growled, grabbing the taller creature's hand forcing it off. “Don't ya ever put your gritty hands on me again!” He jumped off the ring, going over to the retainer wall, sliding down to sit, whistling all the while.

Kurama kept his gaze locked on the remained cloaked ninja, watching as one of them leaped high into the air, tossing away their cloak and hood, landing with quiet grace and the kitsune knew that the battle was set to begin. Hiei and the masked fighter cannot help, Kuwabara is still too injured to fight. Only Yusuke and I remain. So, I have no choice now but to take out as many of the shinobi as I can so that Yusuke can take care of the rest. Kurama's gaze shifted over to Botan, seeing her look of worry and he gave her a small smile. I'm sorry, Peony. He tried to convey in his features. But this could not be helped. Please forgive me for what I am about to do.

Botan found the red head studying her with regretful eyes and she shook her head, her own eyes pleading as she realized what he was about to do. Don't do this... don't take them all on by yourself. Let Yusuke help!

There was a hint of sadness and resolve in the kitsune's emerald orbs. But I must. He replied silently in response before stepping beyond Yusuke.

“Kurama? What are you doing?” The detective asked, studying his friend in concern.

“You must leave this one to me,” Kurama answered, his eyes focused on Gama, the master of disguise. “We're going to have to play this round very carefully, Yusuke. Let me fight them for as long as I can to ascertain their weaknesses. You take over when I fall.”

“When you fall?” Yusuke murmured, troubled at the thought of his friend dying in front of him and the detective watched as Kurama headed towards the center ring, stopping before the shinobi as Koto spoke.

“Okay, it's Gama vs Kurama for the first fight and begin!”

Kurama kept his gaze on Gama, watching as the ninja produced two brushes, taking a defensive posture as the shinobi spoke.

“Tell me, demon traitor, what do the words make up bring to mind? Human females no doubt. A little gloss to attract a mate. Disgusting isn't it, the way humans bastardize everything they touch. Over centuries, their influence has affected Makai as well.”

Kurama watched as the shinobi spread some kind of red makeup upon his eyelids and a blue one along his lips before making swirling patterns along his blue tinged skin. He felt a power surge emanating from the ninja, surprised at it's intensity, becoming visible as a red aura and the kitsune jumped up and away as Gama zoomed towards him, lunging a strike with his fist that crashed into the stone ring, shards of rock exploding from the force of the attack. The kitsune began to study and memorize the shinobi's moves and method of attack. His ki is very strong but his range is limited to a small radius. Close quarter combat must be his specialty. So I can counter it with long range attacks. The fox spirit made to grab a rose for his whip only to have to dodge as Gama's speed increased, closing the distance between them, forcing Kurama to evade and take the defensive, dodging and flipping away from kick and punch that rocketed towards him.

At this rate I won't be able to counter attack. I must do something, but what?

“I know all about your plant concoctions, Kurama,” Gama growled as he pressed his attack. “And I don't plan on giving you time to make them!” He brought his fist up, barely missing the kitsune's jaw and Kurama fell forward, catching himself with his right hand, stopping his fall, rising as Gama charged forward.

“Let me show you what I mean!” He shouted, grabbing his brushes, striking out, a makeup symbol of infinity appearing instantly on the red head's left pant leg as he leapt away.

Kurama landed, frowning at how heavy his leg felt. What is going on? He wondered, looking down at the symbol on his leg then back up to Gama. “If you don't mind my asking, what exactly have you done to me?”

“Your leg feels like a giant block of lead, doesn't it?” The shinobi explained, advancing upon Kurama who grit his teeth and slid his leg along as he tried to move as fast as he could. “Why try to fight the inevitable. The makeup of death has already marked you, Kurama. There is no hope for escape.”

Yusuke watched in fear as his friend tried desperately to move. “Kurama....”

Botan, as well, felt her own fear at the situation the kitsune was in, her heart pounding in her chest. Please, Kurama... Please figure a way out of this. I don't want you to die... I don't want to lose you.

Gama stalked Kurama, leaping into the air, brushes extended, marking the remaining limbs of the kitsune who found he could not move.

“The costume is complete. You are now under the affect of the makeup of chains,” Gama said, grinning as he looked over his shoulder at the red head. “Just try and limp away now.”

“Kurama! Get rid of the outfit!” Yusuke shouted.

“Hah!” Gama snorted. “Don't be a child! Even if he had the strength to, it wouldn't be able to change anything. Nearly 2000 lbs of weight is chained directly to his skin.” He replied, jumping up in the air, dancing around the kitsune, taunting him.

Kurama watched with his eyes, a plan forming even as he could do little but stand there. When he gets close enough, I will cut him down, but I must wait a little longer. If I mistime my counter attack, I will truly die.

“Yes, that's better. Finally accepting your fate!” Gama laughed, closing in for the kill.

“Don't leave me alone with these guys!” Yusuke shouted.

“If he dies, we're done for!” Kuwabara commented.

Botan watched in horror, her heart screaming. Kurama!

“Now you die, demon traitor!” Gama cried, zooming straight for Kurama who sensed his opportunity.

Now! His mind shouted, twisting his head, shouting out, “Rose whip!” A vine full of thorns shot out from within his hair, fatally cutting down Gama who gasped and collapsed onto his knees, purple blood exploding from the massive wounds.

“But.. my makeup of chains... how did you?” Gama croaked out.

Kurama looked down coldly at Gama. “Only an amateur relies on arms and legs for victory.”

“Damn you... don't take the credit for this. I kill myself today by not sealing your energy.”

The red head retracted his vine, looking down at the ninja. “You can easily heal your wounds with the power you're using to restrain me. Release me and I will let you walk away from here with your life.”

Gama laughed bitterly. “Convincing aren't you, but the battle isn't over yet.”

“Even with my legs and arms bound, you are in no shape to fight me,” Kurama countered. “Don't die needlessly, Gama. You're too intelligent for that.”

Gama stumbled forward, lunging, purple blood spilling all over Kurama's clothing as he leaned back and away, symbols appearing on the kitsune's uniform that he did not see until Gama collapsed, unable to move, his right hand severed, bleeding out heavily.

“You were right after all. You have only yourself to blame for your death,” Kurama replied, closing his eyes. “I cannot pity you.” His eyelids opened, looking down at the ninja.

Gama opened his eyes, looking up at Kurama, breathing heavily as he struggled to speak. “The death... is yours...”

Kurama frowned. “What?”

“You.. never.. asked.. what gave my makeup it's power. What made it different. It's my blood. I have given you the makeup of the seal.”

This is not good. Kurama thought as he looked down, noticing the intricate markings on his uniform.

“I've sealed away... your energy...” Gama explained. “It's... what.. I should have... done from the start... even as I fade the effect will live on. I've secured victory for my shinobi sect. So I die knowing it was not in vain.” His life force faded and Gama died as Koto completed the 10 count.

“The first point goes to the Urameshi team! Will the next fighter please step into the ring!”

A shinobi with a cross on his hood moved forward, tossing his cloak away, revealing a smaller demon with ice blue eyes.

Hiei recognized the shinobi, unable to hide his fear for his friend. “That is Touya, the ice master. Get him out of there Yusuke.”

Kurama watched as Touya looked down at the dead ninja. “You fought well, Gama. Your struggle will be honored. Kurama will pay for what he's done.”

My arms and legs are still anchored down by Gama's first curse. That I can live with. My energy being sealed I cannot. I must find a way to stall for time. Kurama thought, gritting his teeth as the ice ninja approached.

“The next match between Touya and Kurama is set to go.” Koto announced.

“Prepare yourself,” Touya addressed Kurama. “I'll make this quick.”

Yusuke looked on in helplessness. This is wrong! He can't fight back!

I'm so afraid for you, Kurama. Botan thought as she looked on in fear, shifting her gaze as Kuwabara lamented his injuries.

Kurama grit his teeth as he focused his attention on the ninja. Touya will kill me for sure if I cannot at least move. But how do I stop him from attacking too quickly? A thought came to him and he asked, “Please, answer me one thing first. Why? The shinobi have always dealt with their affairs in secret. Why expose yourselves now?”

Touya did not answer at first, closing his eyes. “For light.” He replied.

“Explain.”

“It's simple, really. Even a mighty oak will wither away and die without light to feed it. I find that the best way to describe us. A giant tree crashing though a dark soil, bringing order to an otherwise chaotic world. The shinobi have done their jobs for centuries and done it well, but we have glimpsed the outside and asked, why not us? Why should we not take advantage of what others have taken for granted? We are entering a new era and we will begin with a land of our own. This land. If we win this tournament we will be given Hanging Neck Island. And when this blinding light wraps around us, like branches we will cover the world.” He paused, studying the kitsune. “Let's cease with the conversation. I know you're only stalling for time so the first seal will wear off.”

This one is very clever. Kurama admitted as he smirked. “I admit you've caught me with my hands red.”

Koto looked between the two men, raising her arm. “You boys are having too much fun, begin!” She shouted, lowering her arm, signaling the fight to begin.

“Gama made the mistake of giving you too much time. I won't do the same.” The ninja brought his arms up, releasing his ki, a freezing barrier bursting around the entirety of the ring and Kurama looked on, feeling life return to his limbs once more.

“That's rather impressive. Your own climate control.”

“It not only boosts my powers but make it impossible for you to escape,” Touya replied, green light bursting above his open palms. “Even with your energy sealed, I admit I'm a bit hesitant to get near you, what with your little rose whip and all. You'll understand if I take you out from long distance!”

Kurama frowned as Touya blew air into the glowing green light, a series of ice shards rocketing towards him and the kitsune leaped into the air, trying to dodge, gritting his teeth as several of the sharp little ice shards struck home, cutting through his clothing, slicing open his skin, blood shooting out from the wounds as he landed and ran off, stalling for more time, trying to figure out a way to get to his energy. Flipping and dodging the relentless onslaught of Touya's attack.

“No matter what he does, Kurama cannot avoid the razor sharp blades of Touya's attack.” Koto exclaimed as she watched the show.

Kurama lifted his arms, shielding his face and his heart from the attack, wincing and crying out a bit in pain as he crashed into the ground, bloodied and battered. He remained still, panting. I have to stall longer. I have to do this or else I will die.

Yusuke growled. “Just stay down! I'll handle it from here!”

Botan looked on in horror as Kurama crashed down hard, blood visible on his skin and the ring. Kurama.. please.. get up.. you have to get up...or he will kill you!

Kurama struggled to rise but he made it to his feet, swaying a bit before righting himself, clutching his right side, feeling the blood seeping through his fingers as he glared at Touya.

“I know that wasn't enough to beat you. You stayed down in order to buy more time. I suggest you not do that again.”

He is just as smart as I am. Unless I find a way to my energy soon, I'll bleed to death. A thought popped into his head and he gasped. Wait a minute... Kurama looked down at his blood stained hands, sensing his ki within the liquid. Could it be... that my blood can wipe away the seal? The red head took off, opening his uniform jacket, wiping the blood on his hand against the seal, the marking disappearing and he skidded to a stop, panting.

Touya smirked. “Now, now, don't underestimate Gama's abilities. It'll take much more than blood to get rid of his seal.”

Kurama grit his teeth, drawing out a rose. “Rose whip!” He cried, wincing and collapsing in pain from the attempt to use his ki. Dammit! It's not enough! He snarled inwardly.

“So you've noticed inklings of your energy in your blood. The only problem is in order to defeat me you'd have to bleed yourself dry!”

Kurama looked up, blood seeping down the side of his face from the gash in his left cheek as he listened.

“That seal won't fade any time soon. Your life is in my hands!” Touya shouted, releasing more ice shards.

Kurama could not avoid them, taking the blows directly, his uniform tattered and torn in hundreds of place, bleeding out from all the cuts upon his skin and he crashed and rolled, crying out in pain. This is futile. I cannot win like this. He pushed up off the ground. There must be another way to reach my power. I must win. I must do this for the team.

Touya narrowed his gaze as he studied the red head. This doesn't make any sense. I hit him directly with my attack. There's no way he should be standing unless... Touya gasped in realization as he studied the panting kitsune. “You really are dangerous, aren't you? I haven't been making direct hits. You've been blocking your vital points with your own body.” His eyes narrowed, reassessing his opponent. “You must be very old, experienced... perhaps as I am...”

Kurama understood the ice master's reasoning, not bothering to deny it. “We are more alike than you know. Now tell me... this new life on the outside... what do you plan to do with it?”

“The world will know. Just as soon as we get there.”

That isn't the answer. Kurama thought as he spoke. “Don't assume.”

Could it be? Does he truly plan on winning this match, even in the condition he's in? Touya wondered, his handsome features twisting into a look of anger. He's delayed me long enough. Time to end this. Lifting his right arm, a blue energy swirled around it, ice forming into the shape of a blade. “I can't allow this to continue.” He charged forward, slashing at Kurama who dodged and flipped away, landing and wincing as he rose.

“A lucky move my friend. Let's see how long you can keep that up!” He lashed out again and again, driving the kitsune back.

Kurama watched and reacted on instinct, barely avoiding being cut down. The slightest mistake and I will be killed. I cannot postpone my plan any longer.

Yusuke was afraid for his friend, desperate to help him and he shouted out, “Dammit, Kurama! Tell fox girl you quit and I swear I'll take over from here!”

“Urameshi can't beat four fighters in a row. If Kurama loses we are dead meat.” Kuwabara winced out.

Botan gasped, looking up to the ring then away in a moment of weakness and grief. I can't watch this anymore... I can't watch him die.. I can't!

Kurama danced around as best he could, avoiding the deadly ice blade Touya wielded, resolve filling the kitsune at what he had to do. I cannot avoid this any longer. It's time I take my responsibility and make my final stand. He stopped, lifting his left arm to shield his face, the tip of the blade slicing his forearm open, blood spurting out from the deep gash and he crashed down into the ring skidding to a stop, crying out in pain.

His cries brought the deity to tears and she forced herself to return her attention to the ring, grief in her features at the sight of his struggling so hard to stay alive and win.

“What the hell, Kurama?!” Yusuke shouted. “You trying to get yourself killed?! Let me take over!” His eyes widened at the look of determination in the kitsune's eyes as he rose, clutching his left arm.

“Let... me do what I must, Yusuke.” Kurama responded, blood flowing freely down his arm, landing on the stone with loud plopping sounds.

The head detective worried over his friend but understood at last why the red head was so determined to win. You care about this team... about all of us... don't you? You want us to win so we can go home... and never have to deal with these assholes again. He thought, nodding in agreement. Beat him, Kurama. I know you can do it.

“I'm going to end your life with one blow, prepare yourself.”

Kurama grit his teeth at the ice master's words and the pain, clutching his wound as he planted a special seed directly into his arm. Do not worry, Touya, I'm quite prepared now to defeat you.

“It seems that I've gotten to know you in such a short period of time and I rather like you. Let's not let this slaying ruin our friendship.”

Kurama smirked a bit as he began to move. “My thoughts exactly.”

“Come now.. if you don't hold still, I can guarantee a painless death.” He leaped up, ice blade outstretched, aiming for the kitsune's head but the fox spirit was faster, lifting his right arm, a sword in the shape of a vine spearing the ninja, halting his attack, the ice sword stopping just short of piercing the kitsune's head.

Touya gasped in pain and surprise. “But.. how... your energy...” His eyes widened as he looked down at the open gash on the red head's left arm, the plant visible sprouting out and up his arm. “You sowed the death plant into your own body? That's... insane...”

“It was.. the only way I could get access to my energy. By planting it into my bloodstream I could manipulate my ki and use my plant.” Kurama explained, withdrawing his weapon.

“You.. really are... something...” Touya whispered, collapsing onto the ring, the ice barrier broken.

“I'll begin the 10 count.” Koto announced.

“Alright... now leave the rest to me, Kurama.” Yusuke said, pumping his fist.

Botan felt relief to see Kurama alive, her pounding heart calming. You did it, Kurama... now it's Yusuke's turn to finish this.

Kurama watched as Touya struggled to get up only to fall.

“And 10! The winner of the match is Kurama!”

“I admit, you've won the match. Please... kill me...”

Kurama closed his eyes. The fight had been exhausting and he felt his heart beat fading but questions remained to be answered. And I have to know for sure why the shinobi want this island so badly. “I will not,” He lifted his head, opening his eyes once more. “You never answered. What do you plan to do with this island if you get it?”

“Who cares?” Touya growled.

I care. He wanted to say as he spoke. “I, too, have spent years in shadow. Interesting... how unexpected.. regret can appear.” The kitsune lifted his gaze a bit, looking over at Botan briefly before returning his attention to Touya. “That's what this light does. I wanted to know if you could make your life better... more nobler.. than mine has been..” He felt the darkness of sleep pressing down on him and his thoughts turned to the people he loved and cared about most. I'm sorry... mother... I'm sorry... Botan... I'm sorry... everyone... I did the best I could... but my body... I can't... His eyes grew closed and his body went still, no longer in the conscious realm.

Yusuke looked on in grief. “No.. He.. He can't...”

Botan could not sense him at all, tears springing from her eyes and she clutched her heart. No... No... NO! This can't be.. he can't die! I won't let him die!

Koto walked over to Kurama, tilting her head towards his chest, her ear twitching as she spoke. “Hold on a minute folks! Kurama still has a faint heartbeat! He must have slipped into unconsciousness while still standing.”

Relief filled the entire team and Yusuke shouted. “Alright, now just for the record, the rest of the fights are mine, got that fox girl?”

“Not so fast!” A deep voice called out.

Botan watched in worry at the large dark skinned figure who hovered over Koto and the unconscious Kurama, her mind reeling at the thought of the already injured kitsune being pummeled without the ability to defend himself.

“He's still in the ring, the must mean he's volunteering to fight.”

“Oh give me a break!” Yusuke shouted. “Kurama's out cold! I'm taking this fight.”

Koto seemed torn with what to do before deciding. “Alright... team captain decides.. Yusuke vs Bakken.”

“Correction,” The PA system announced. “The fight will be Kurama vs Bakken. A fighter cannot be forced out of the ring against his will. Since will cannot be determined, Kurama must remain in the ring to fight.”

“What?!” Yusuke snarled, helpless as he watched his youkai friend be beaten.

Botan bit her lip, shaking her head. No... this is wrong. Stop this! Somebody stop this! He'll kill Kurama!

Bakken laughed, striking the kitsune again and again with his fist, blood streaming down the kitsune's face, bruises forming on his skin, bone breaking from the vicious kicks to his side. He ripped the red head up off the ring, lifting him high in the air. “Now I'm gonna break your face!” He snarled, drawing his fist back then forward.

Yusuke sensed the ki rise in the tall shinobi and in his fear and his anger he lifted his right hand, clutching the wrist with his left hand, pointing his finger in the shape of a gun, ready to fire it.

Botan watched everything, rising, not caring about the rules, making to run into the ring to stop the fight only to blink when a masculine voice commanded,

“Bakken stop!”

The tall ninja stopped just short of striking the kitsune in the face, looking over to his remaining cloaked teammate. “Why Risho?”

“Lay him outside of the ring.”

“But he killed two of our sect members.”

“Yes. And if you had landed that punch you would have been the third. Or do you like the idea of a bullet in the back?”

Bakken turned around, studying the human.

“It's clear that human cares more about that demon's life than this tournament. We need to win, not get caught up in a revolt.” Risho said evenly.

“If this island is truly what we want, we shouldn't be making concessions.” He growled then tossed Kurama out of the ring. “Fine, take your precious buddy.”

The kitsune landed outside the ring and Yusuke lowered his hand, going over to his friend, scooping him into his arms, carrying him towards the retainer wall away from the ring. “You're gonna be okay, Kurama. I'll have Botan look you over, just rest, alright?” The head detective sat Kurama down, glaring back at Bakken, before heading to the ring.

Botan left Kuwabara's side, going over to the kitsune and crouched down, reaching out to touch the kitsune's cheeks. “Kurama... can you hear me?” She asked, cupping his face, gazing at his wounded features, watching as his bruised eyelids fluttered open.

The red head blinked slowly, drawn out of his unconscious mind into the waking world, his eyes focusing on the worried features of Botan, wincing at the sudden flare of pain along the entirety of his body. Why the hell do I hurt so much? He wondered as he croaked out “Bo... Botan....”

“Yes.. that's right... Keep talking, Kurama... it's okay... it's okay now...” She murmured, tears in her eyes at the amount of damage done to the boy's body. Oh, Kurama, you went through so much today. But I'm glad.. so very glad you survived.

He saw her tears and he reached out with a shaky hand to brush them away. “You cry for me, Botan... but... it's okay... I won't die... I.. I promised you I would return to you, didn't I?”

Botan closed her eyes at the touch to his skin as he wiped her tears away before gently taking his hand in hers. “You did. You have never broken your promise to me, Kurama.. but I'm afraid for you... I watched what happened to you... and I wanted to run to you.. I wanted to save you...”

His brow furrowed, voice soft. “I don't remember anything after Touya, Botan. What happened?”

“The shinobi... Bakken... over there...” She paused, shifting to the side so the kitsune could see. “Kept hitting you and hitting you... until Yusuke threatened to shoot him with his spirit gun.”

Kurama watched as Yusuke mercilessly destroyed the tall shinobi, sending him reeling into the stands, another point added to the team total. That would explain the heightened pain I'm feeling. He thought, returning his attention to the deity. “Botan... you must... listen to me...” He began, drawing the girl's gaze back to him. “I want you to forget about me and take care of Kuwabara.”

“What?” Botan replied, frowning. “I can't just abandon you, Kurama. You're going to need help.”

“I know that, Botan. I'm not refusing your help, merely delaying it,” He countered as he explained, his blood soaked features full of pain. “My body is broken and I'm in no shape to fight. Yusuke is fighting well but if something happens to him, the only other option to fight is Kuwabara. That's why I need you to heal his back as best you can. Get him well enough so he can at least stand. I fear we will need him to finish this fight.”

“But... But you could..” She started then stopped, unable to voice her fear.

“I will not die or bleed to death.” He vowed, resolve in his eyes. “I refuse to die here. So do not worry over me, Botan. Think of the team. We must win to leave this island alive. I can't bear the thought...” He started then stopped unable to voice the truth of his heart.

“You can't bear the thought of what, Kurama?” She asked.

“The thought of something happening to you, Botan.” He admitted. “So that is why I want you to do this for me. Heal Kuwabara. I promise that when this battle is over, I'll let you heal me. But for now, focus on our friend over there.” He motioned over to Kuwabara who lay there, trying his best to sit up.

Botan frowned, looking away from Kurama over to the street fighter then back to the kitsune. “Alright.. but don't you dare move or try to go anywhere. I'm going to heal you with every ounce of my ki once this is over, got it?”

He flashed a soft smile and lifted his hand, giving a shaky salute. “Ye... Yes... Ma'am...”

She chuckled a bit at the red head's response, recalling an earlier incident from a lifetime ago. “Alright then... just hang tight and I'll be back for you.”

Kurama leaned his head back against the wall, watching as Yusuke took on Jin, frowning as the match eventually ended in a double disqualification. I knew something like this would happen. he growled, looking over as Kuwabara rose, limping into the ring as he stood opposite the last remaining shinobi, Risho. It was a tough battle and the red head winced at the beating Kuwabara took but admired his resolve to fight the earth master, blinking in surprise as he saw and sensed the ki of Yukina.

Hiei's sister is here? He thought, casting his gaze over at the surprised features of Hiei, unable to not chuckle by the puzzlement on the fire demon's face. Kurama heard Kuwabara roar, his ki jumping exponentially, knowing Yukina was the cause, relief filling him as the street fighter defeated the shinobi and the match ended. The force field was broken, allowing Hiei and the masked fighter to leave of their own volition. We've won again! His mind cried, unable to stop the smile from forming on his lips. Kurama saw the deity coming towards him and he tried to rise, using the wall to slide up to his feet, falling into her as he tried to walk and the ferry girl caught him, voice and features worried.

“Kurama... I told you to not move...” She whispered, wrapping her arms instinctively around the red head.

“I know...” He said softly, resting his head to the side of hers, surprisingly content to have her hold him, finding her soft form pleasing against his firmer one. “I just wanted... to see.. if I could walk...”

“Which you obviously can't.” She chided him softly, feeling a bit of shame at the enjoyment she felt having his body resting against hers, even if was totally innocent.

“Hey, you two, stop making out and get moving! The match is over!” Yusuke shouted in a teasing voice.

“Why you...” Botan growled, staring daggers at the head detective. “Stop being a jerk and come help me get Kurama to the training room so I can heal him.”

“I've got it, Urameshi...” Kuwabara offered instead, stopping his flirting with Yukina enough to come over to help watching as the deity adjusted the kitsune to face forward. The street fighter to the right side while Botan took the left and they carried the severely injured red head to the training room. He helped Kurama to lay down on the table, backing up as he asked. “Is there anything else you guys need?”

“Actually..” Kurama began, looking over to the street fighter. “I was wondering if you could go to my room and get some clothing out of my brown bag. I'm afraid this outfit is destined for the trash bin.”

Kuwabara looked at the numerous tears and cuts on the fabric, angry and bloody skin still visible and he winced. Man, Kurama really got messed up today. It'll probably take all of Botan's energy just to heal him. “No sweat! I'll go get you some new clothes and bring them right back.” The street fighter took off, heading for the hotel.

“Do you think he should of asked for your key card before he left?” Botan asked, blinking at the speed in which the teen had took off.

“It'll be alright. He'll ask for a spare card. I'm not worried.” Kurama replied.

The deity looked back at the kitsune, voice soft. “I guess we should begin then,” She helped him sit up, gently removing his ruined jacket, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes widened at the severe gashes upon his once unmarred skin. “Oh, Kurama...” She whispered sadly, unable to keep back the emotion in her voice and her eyes as she examined his injuries.

He felt her sadness and saw the tears in her eyes and he spoke in a gentle tone. “This is the price of fighting in this tournament, Botan. I knew the risks and I went ahead anyway. I had to win, no matter what was done to me. To protect everyone... To protect you...”

Botan bit her lip, shaking her head. “You shouldn't have to do this... it's all so unfair...” She reached out, trailing her fingertips along each wound, blue light erupting as the deity sent her healing ki into the damaged skin, repairing it slowly. “I was frightened for you...did you know that, Kurama?” She asked, keeping her eyes on her work as she spoke. “You nearly died out there. It was... hard to watch you fight and not feel fear at what would happen to you.”

“I understand your fear, Botan,” Kurama replied in a soft tone, closing his eyes at her touch and the warmth of her ki. It soothed away the pain and he had to bite back the groan growing in his throat at how wonderful her touch felt. “And I apologize for causing you to worry. I know it's difficult for you to watch us fight but your support and your assistance has been invaluable. No matter what happens next or how I might behave in front of the demon spectators, I also worry about you.”

“Me?” She asked, looking up at his face, finding him suddenly staring down at her.

“Yes...” He replied, giving her a tender smile. “I worry about you, Botan... I told you before I don't want you harmed... I know how these demons are and the minute they know I care about you, the will see it as a weakness and exploit it,” He looked away, brow furrowed. “To them... Hiei and I are demon traitors and deserve to die. Any hint at my feelings in regards to you would be seen as a sign to hurt you in order to hurt me. Karasu already knows and will try something to harm you. Imagine if a whole crowd of youkai knew. You wouldn't be safe anywhere on the island. I can't abide that, so I must be careful in how I behave around you.”

Botan met his gaze, whispering. “But we are friends... what does it matter how we behave around each other?”

“It matters to me...” He whispered back. “I swore to protect you and this is the best way I know.” He felt rather tired all of the sudden, knowing he needed rest, though he tried to remain alert as the deity continued to heal him slowly then bandage his torso. The blood had stopped flowing from his injuries by the loss was great and he felt light headed.

Botan shifted her gaze to his left forearm, glad to see the plant was gone completely from the wound. “You took a big risk with that death plant.” She commented, motioning him to lay down onto his back, her hands hovering over the wound, forcing the skin to slowly shut, cleansing it of any infection, before wrapping it just to be safe.

“Yes.. but I had no choice...” He murmured, staring up at the ceiling. He felt the deity tug carefully at his pants and he looked down, smirking a bit at how misconstrued such an action would be to someone walking in and he lifted his hips to help her, finding the cool slab of the stone bed soothing on the angry skin of his damaged legs.

Botan tossed the pants to the side with the ruined jacket, not even blushing at seeing him with nothing more on than light gray boxer briefs, too concerned with the cuts to study his nearly naked form. “Let me get a warm washcloth and I'll clean up this blood.”

He nodded, his eyelids growing heavy, worn out from the fight, his body screaming for rest, and he surrendered to it's seductive call, falling into a deep sleep.

Botan went over to the nearby sink, grabbing a white hand towel, running it under the flowing water, ringing it out, returning to the kitsune's side “Okay... Let me just...” Her voice started then stopped, finding Kurama asleep on the medical table. She walked over slowly, peering down at his features. He was so beautiful, even bloodied like this that her heart hurt. She reached out, tenderly tracing a finger along his jawline, her own features full of love and pain and it took all her will power not to lean down and kiss him. Instead she gently washed his face with the towel, cleaning the skin of blood, sealing his cuts, bandaging them before moving to his legs, tenderly administering her healing ki, even as she felt herself weakening. I will finish this.. I will heal him... I will not pass out... Botan wrapped gauze around the most severe injuries to his legs, just in case they reopened before pulling a chair up to sit beside the table watching over him, her hand shifting to rest over his, twining her fingers with his, her own eyes closing, falling asleep with him, the pair drawn into the land of dreams and into the arms of each other where the darkness could not reach them.

Holy crap! I think this is my longest chapter yet! Lots of stuff in this one... we're moving along nicely with this story. Ten chapters in and how many more, who knows? I hope you all have enjoyed the ride so far. KxB progressing into romantic territory... Though you won't see it going up a level until the Netherworld arc... which will probably last a few chapters... and will continue to grow in the Sensui arc... their love will be... gradual... before we get to any sort of consummation... quite a change from my M rated stuff for sure... so more romantic and less... carnal.. though I do enjoy both.. ahem.. anyway... special thanks to nikkster101; KKKarol; Twisted Musalih; peonyrose100; PenguinsHockey14; DarkinocensDLT; Joide's KB 4ever; Nanami; Evelinght101; Nanasaku, and heartluv for their reviews. (Peonyreaper, where art thou? No hear from you... James is bummed.) Anyway, due to the amount of reviews, I updated this two days early though I won't do that often. I did struggle with this but managed to write it all out. So please be sure to leave reviews... the more I get, the faster I write as I try to keep a weekly schedule. So leave a few lines and tell me how you feel and what you wish to see... thanks for reading!