Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ Silver and Gold ( Chapter 11 )

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

Another update for my loyal readers! There are slight changes again for certain characters, though the story line doesn't really deviate too much. Anyway, onto the chapter!

Chapter 11-Silver and Gold

May 3, 1993 Urameshi Team Training Room

Kuwabara returned to the arena, a kung fu outfit in his hand, as he walked quickly down the hall that led to the training room. “Sorry it took so long guys,” He began as he rounded the open entryway. “I had to go get a spare card then I wasn't sure which outfit to grab, but I think I got the right one... whoa!” The street fighter skidded to a stop, eyes widening at the sight of the kitsune and the deity fast asleep, holding hands. Man, I must have been gone longer than I thought. He stepped forward quietly, sensing the weakened ki of the pair. The teen's eyes fell on the massive amount of bandages around the kitsune's legs, torso and arms, shifting to the reddened towel next to the red head's feet at the end of the medical table and he frowned. Kurama sure bled a lot, didn't he? No wonder Botan lost consciousness healing him.

The street fighter wondered what to do. I can't just leave them here like this, especially with Kurama nearly naked. It's not right and if Urameshi sees this the two will never hear the end of it. Kuwabara went to the table, laying the white jacket over the kitsune's chest, grabbing the towel gingerly, tossing it into the nearby sink before carefully sliding a pair of blue pants onto the red head's legs. Kuwabara stepped back, studying the pair. Okay... now what? His brow furrowed as he sensed his best friend approach and call out,

“Hey, Kuwabara what's going on here?”

The street fighter whirled around, cutting the smaller man off from entering the room, bringing his arms up as he waved his hands. “Oh uh... Hey, Urameshi...Nothing to see here... move along... Heh Heh...”

The head detective tilted his head, puzzled at his friend's behavior. Hmm... He's hiding something... but what? The dark haired boy wondered. “O..kay...” He murmured, then made a feint to go to the right of the taller man, smirking as the larger boy fell for it, swinging around to the left and Kuwabara cursed.

“Dammit, Urameshi!” He growled, sighing as he whirled around, finding his friend standing in the center of the room. Well... at least I got Kurama dressed before Urameshi showed up. He walked over to stand beside the smaller boy.

Yusuke blinked, pointing over at the table before lifting his gaze up to Kuwabara. “What the hell is that?”

“It's Kurama and Botan and they both passed out from lack of ki, what's so surprising about that?”

The head detective's eyes narrowed. “You serious? Kurama, 'Mr. I don't show emotion' is holding Botan's freaking hand and you don't think that's odd?”

“Why should it be? You're always teasing them about being close... what's the big deal if they are?”

Yusuke looked back at the sleeping pair. True... I mean... I noticed what looked like flirting between them but I wasn't really sure... I know they hang out a lot together... guess it's only natural for them to gravitate to one another... but man... I didn't think I'd see it now... in this room of all places... Despite being a jerk at times, the head detective was good friends both Kurama and Botan and he knew Kurama was a good person that had sacrificed much for the team today. And I still remember that scary look he gave me the other day when I was teasing, Botan. I better not piss him off too much or I could get cut up by that rose whip of his. Yusuke frowned, looking around the room, voice softening a bit. “Yeah... but... we really shouldn't leave them here like this... It'd be like one of the other teams to come in and do something to them.”

Kuwabara about fell over at the lack of a sarcastic remark from his best friend but nodded. “Yeah... maybe we should wake them up or something?”

“No... they need to rest...”

Yusuke and Kuwabara turned at the sound of a masculine voice behind them, their eyes falling on the form of Hiei who stood in the open doorway.

“Yeah... but... we can't just let them stay here all night, either.” The street fighter murmured.

“I will baby-sit them then if it bothers you that much.” Hiei offered in his own gruff way.

“You sure you want to do that, Hiei? With your arm like it is?” Yusuke asked.

The fire demon lifted his right arm, looking down at it, voice softer. “It's nearly healed now due to Ruka's energy. It's the reason why that witch is still alive,” Lowering his hand he looked over to the detective, smirking a bit. “You should worry more about your woman, Yusuke. Seems she's irritated with you over something. You better find her before she wanders too far into the woods. There are youkai here that do not care for humans. I do not have to tell you what they will do to her, do I?”

“Gee, Hiei, thanks for the shitty visual...” Yusuke grumbled, starting to take off then stopped, shouting over his shoulder, tossing a smirk over to the fire demon as he spoke. “Oh yeah, Kuwabara, I almost forgot. Yukina was looking for you so you should go see her and get that ugly mug of yours healed!”

The taller man threw a dirty look at his friend. “Shut up, Urameshi! It doesn't matter how ugly you think I am, as long as Yukina likes me!” He growled, heading out of the room as well.

Great, now I have to deal with the moron chasing after my sister. The fire demon thought, a dark look marring his handsome features.

“Have fun, Hiei!” Yusuke yelled out in a teasing voice as he tore down the hall.

Idiots! Hiei snapped silently, watching them go before turning his gaze onto his best friend. You were rather reckless today, Kurama. That's not like you. His eyes moved, falling upon the lovely features of the sleeping ferry girl. But I know you did this to protect everyone and to protect your ferry girl from harm. You love her that much. Though he had a rough life, the fire demon knew that there was such a concept of emotion as love and though he'd had yet to experience it for himself, part of him was glad that at least his friend had the chance at some happiness in his life.

A look of disdain crossed his features. Listen to me... I'm getting too damn soft. Disgusting. He growled, shaking his head as he whirled around and exited the doorway The Koorime leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, keeping watch despite the irritation he felt at such thoughts, knowing the kitsune would wake up eventually. Maybe then I can speak with him about what happened today. And so Hiei remained still, meditating for hours on end until he sensed Kurama return to the realm of waking.

The kitsune's eyelids fluttered open and he blinked, trying to sort out where he was. A dim light glowed somewhere beyond his feet and he felt the coldness of stone beneath him and something warm twined with his own hand and he turned his head, his surprised gaze falling on the sleeping form of the deity and he whispered. “Botan?” Memory returned to him, the tightness of the bandages around most of his body reminding him of the physical trauma of his fights. I'm still in the training room. I must have passed out, and Botan along with me.

He studied the ferry girl, smiling at the closeness of her and the way she held his hand. She must have lost consciousness in exhaustion from healing my broken body. His heart softened at her resolve and her strength in helping him and the red head reached out with his free hand, brushing at the girl's bangs, his finger tips caressing her skin, the mask slipping, revealing the depth of his feelings for her. A sudden sense of a very familiar ki made him frown and his gaze shifted back towards the open doorway, finding the short form of Hiei standing there, an amused look on his face.

“Took you long enough to wake up.”

Kurama reluctantly withdrew his hand, the mask of calm reserve back in place as he spoke. “Hiei? What are you doing here?”

“Keeping an eye on you and your ferry girl,” Hiei replied, studying his friend. “You both needed the rest, though it seems your energy is back to normal while hers is slowly regenerating. Your wounds must have been more severe than we thought.”

Kurama looked back to the girl. It was true. The deity was regaining her healing ki but at a slower rate than normal. She will need to sleep for the rest of the evening until she recovers. He thought as he slowly reached out to lift the girl's hand off his own, gently laying it on the table before sliding off, jacket in hand, slipping it on in one graceful movement, buttoning it up as he asked. “How long have we been asleep?”

Hiei watched as his friend went over to the foot of the medical table and slid on his black shoes. “Five hours.”

Kurama frowned, his eyes trailing over to the darkened window, where starlight could be seen. “That long? Are the others alright?” He asked, moving over towards Botan.

“They're fine. The detective and his woman were engaging in verbal bloodshed while the moron and his sister were... nice... to Yukina...” Hiei answered, adding with a bit of snark. “And unlike you and your ferry girl, they are all safely tucked in their beds.”

The red head carefully maneuvered Botan into his arms, lifting then cradling her against his chest as he walked towards the open entryway.

Hiei backed up into the hallway, following behind the kitsune as they headed down the corridor and out into the unlit pathway that led back to the hotel. The air felt heavy and no sounds were heard, though both youkai could sense a pair of eyes watching them from the wooded area to their left.

“Do you sense that, Kurama?” Hiei asked as he tried to keep pace with the longer legged kitsune.

“Yes, I do,” The red head replied, holding Botan tighter to his chest as if to keep her even more protected. “And I know the owner of the eyes watching us right now, though we should be on guard just in case he forgets the warning Toguro gave him.”

The fire demon was surprised at the flare of anger and disgust that erupted in his friend, images from the earlier confrontation now visible in the Koorime's mind and he shook his head. “This Karasu is dangerous, Kurama,” He commented before a smirk traced along his lips. “Perhaps if you had kept your hair short, you wouldn't have drawn his attention.” He teased.

A death glare spread along the kitsune's handsome features as his voice grew low and threatening. “My hair has nothing to do with this, Hiei, so if you know what's good for you, you'll drop that smirk right now.”

The smaller man complied, sensing the seriousness in the taller man's attitude and demeanor. Though he was still a bit amused, knowing his best friend absolutely loathed being mistaken for a girl due to his long hair and angelic features. “So why then is he obsessed with you, Kurama?”

“It is not just me he is obsessed with, Hiei,” The red head answered, pushing down the darkness that had roared its fury just seconds ago, calm and collected once more. “He also has his sights set on Botan. That is why I cannot allow him to live. He may try to hurt me all he wishes but I will not allow him to hurt what is most precious to me.”

Hiei was surprised at his friend's statement. “You truly do love the ferry girl, don't you, Kurama?”

“I told you many times before, Hiei. She has a name and I suggest you use it when speaking of her to me,” Kurama replied coolly, keeping his eyes forward as he added. “And how I feel about Botan is my business and my business alone.”

Hiei smirked but knew when to shut up, the pair keeping an even pace as the hotel came into view. His Jagan was in passive mode, his extended vision allowing him to see what his body could not sense and he murmured. “Karasu has stopped following us.”

“Good.” Kurama replied, still holding the deity close as they entered the hotel and took the elevator up to the eighth floor. Kurama stopped at room 805 while Hiei continued onward. “Goodnight, Hiei.” He called out softly before adding. “And I... thank you for keeping an eye on us tonight.”

The fire demon kept on walking but replied, “Just be careful where you fall asleep next time, Kurama, because I don't enjoy baby-sitting.”

The fox spirit smiled a bit at Hiei's snarky attitude before looking down at the key card slot. He checked the girl's right pocket, finding her room key and he slid it into the lock, pushing open the door with his foot as it clicked. He went straight to the bed, laying her down, careful to tuck her in. Kurama thought of leaving her to rest but the stalking of Karasu tonight worried him. He watched me carry her back to the hotel. He knows how I feel for her. I know he wants to hurt her to make me suffer more and I would not put it past him to do something to her now, when our guards are down. I must keep her safe from harm, not matter how improper my staying in her room will seem.

Kurama sat down in the recliner near the window, his eyes sneaking a peek around the frame, studying the forested ground below. There was no movement but he knew Karasu was out there, watching, biding his time, waiting for a sign to strike. But I will not let you harm her. Not now, not ever. So the kitsune remained silent, eyelids closing in contemplative sleep, ears and senses alert for any sign of danger, watching over his ferry girl as she slept, free of the violence that threatened to take her away from him.

May 4, 1993 The Hotel

The touch of fabric brushed against the kitsune's skin, pulling him from his light sleep and Kurama's eyelids fluttered open. Sun filtered through the windows, bringing light to the darkened room and the red head sat up straighter, frowning at the scent of blood. His eyes looked down at the carpet, widening at the red tinged boot prints against the white carpet, heading in one direction, back towards the window and he snapped his gaze up, watching as a warm ocean breeze tugged at the blue curtain, causing it to dance in the wind. Bloody hand prints were smeared along the metal frame and the glass and a terrible fear gripped him.

Jumping up, Kurama followed the blood trail in reverse, rounding the bed, a waterfall of blood cascading down the side of the bed, pooling into the carpet and he reached out with a shaky hand to tug the blue comforter back, grief and shock exploded from his features, his heart shattering at the sight of the mutilated corpse of Botan. Her beautiful features were battered, her once vibrant eyes stared outward, lifeless and terrified and he felt something wet trail down his face and he reached up, brushing it away, his knees shaking as he collapsed, something inside him snapping as he shouted out in pain.

“No!” Kurama cried, bolting upright in the chair. His heart was hammering against his chest, his breathing a bit labored and sweat marred his brow as his eyes darted about before settling on the deity's features. She was still there, her breathing soft but audible to him and his shoulders drooped as he collapsed back into the chair. His gaze focused on the still closed window. Darkness held it's sway with the sky, though the light of day was fast approaching. It was just a nightmare... nothing more than that. Kurama reminded himself as he rose, checking the locks on the windows, to make sure they weren't tampered with, eyes narrowing as he caught a flash of something black just outside the window and he leaned forward, inspecting the area, frowning when he saw nothing. I know you're out there, somewhere watching, Karasu. I will not let you get inside my head again. I will stop you, even if it's the last thing I do. He pushed away, settling back down in the chair, wide awake as he readied himself to face the dawn and whatever questions Botan would ask about him being in her room.

The deity awoke to the smell of coffee and she rubbed her eyes, pushing the blankets off her body as she sat up. How did I get in to my room? She wondered, recalling the events of yesterday and she jumped up. Kurama! Where was he? Was he okay? Heading for the door, the deity came to a stop when she heard the red head's voice call out softly to her. “Is something wrong, Botan?”

The ferry girl whirled around, surprised amethyst orbs falling on the concerned emerald ones of Kurama as he held a cup of coffee in his hand. “Kurama! You scared me!”

“I am sorry,” He replied, voice and features contrite, finding the deity rather cute in her surprised state. “It was not my attention to frighten you,” He motioned to the table. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“Um... sure... just as soon as I use the bathroom.” She replied, a bit antsy to relieve herself and the kitsune nodded.

“I understand.”

Botan went into the bathroom, quickly taking care of business before washing her hands and looking quickly in the mirror. Her hair was a bit messed up and she was still in the same clothes she had on during the team's match yesterday and her subsequent healing of the kitsune and she blushed. If I'm here in my room after passing out healing him then that means... She hurried out the bathroom, a bit of heat still on her lovely features as she came to sit down opposite the red head. “So, um... Kurama... I don't mean to be a ditz, but I don't remember how I got into my room. I was hoping you could elaborate for me.”

He smiled softly, understanding her confusion as he watched her lift up the white cup and take a sip. “Well, it seems that we were both out for quite a few hours yesterday. Hiei guarded over us until I woke up. I carried you back here and kept watch over you throughout the night.”

Botan lowered the cup from her lips, brow furrowed. “You kept watch over me? All night?”

“Yes,” Kurama replied, hesitating for a few seconds before adding. “I was.. worried about your safety.”

“Did something happen while I was asleep?” Botan asked, sensing a bit of... fear in the kitsune's eyes though it was brief and quickly replaced with his usual look of calm.

“No... nothing happened...” He answered, loathe to bring up the nightmare he had of her being murdered by Karasu. “I just... I was worried about something happening to you. When I carried you back here, Karasu was watching. I'm fairly certain he means to attempt something to hurt you. So I... I stayed here, to make sure he couldn't do anything to harm you.”

“You think he will try something to hurt me? Even after what Toguro said?”

Kurama lowered his cup back on the saucer. “Yes. That is why I think it's a good idea for you to bunk with your friends for the duration of the matches.”

“But if I do that, he could possibly hurt Keiko and Shizuru too.”

The kitsune frowned. “Yes.. that is true... what about with Koenma?”

Botan made a face. “No way... I deal enough with his childish tantrums when he's awake... I don't even want to know what he does when he's sleeping..”

Kurama chuckled a bit. “Fair enough... then what would you suggest?” He asked, though his mind still had a few other options, wanting her to decide how she wanted to play things.

The ferry girl tapped her lips, eyes twinkling. “Well... since it seems that I'm in need of a body guard, I should ask him to bunk with me so that I'll be safe but I doubt Kuwabara wants to hang out here with Yukina around.”

Kurama quirked an eyebrow at her answer, playing along. “Yes... I suppose he would be a bit... preoccupied with Yukina. What about Yusuke?” He deadpanned, trying not to laugh at the deity's look of horror.

“No way! He'd just fart all night long and make fun of me. Besides, I don't think Keiko would appreciate Yusuke staying in my room.” She replied, enjoying their little game.

“There's always George.” He offered.

Botan looked at him like he'd lost his mind. “I won't even dignify that with a response.” She huffed, crossing her arms, though she still studied him with teasing eyes.

Kurama laughed softly, holding up his hands in a placating gestures. “Alright, alright... then I suppose you're stuck with me then.”

Botan smiled at his laugh, sighing as she gave him a sideways glance. “Well, it'll be rather trying but I guess beggars can't be choosers.”

The kitsune enjoyed this side of the deity, her smile warming his heart as he spoke. “Then it's settled. Your room or mine?”

His question made her mind go off on a rather naughty tangent and she blushed, suddenly feeling shy. “Um... well.. whatever you are most comfortable with.”

He tilted his head at her blush, realizing what he asked had a sexual connotation to it and he cleared his throat. “It doesn't matter. I'll be sleeping on the floor either way, so it is entirely up to you.”

She pondered how to decide, muttering out suddenly. “Your room should be fine.. I mean.. if that's alright with you...”

“Of course it is, Botan. What is most important is your safety. I will do whatever it takes to keep you from being hurt.”

Botan smiled softly. “I know you will, Kurama,” She blinked at the sudden knock on her door and she rose, going over to it, staring out the peephole, whirling around, a panicked look on her face as she silently mouthed out, “It's Koenma...”

Kurama jumped up, knowing it would look bad to be found in the girl's room, even if nothing illicit was going on and quickly tried to find a hiding place, managing to scoot behind the recliner, turning sideways before hunkering down as low to the ground , blinking as he felt Botan's hand push at his hair and he lowered down further still, slowing his breathing as he heard Botan open the door and greet her boss.

“Lord Koenma sir, what a pleasant surprise.”

Jr. cast an irritated gaze on the deity, not returning the greeting, voice accusing as quickly entered the room, scoping it out, before he turned around to face her. “Where were you last night?”

The ferry girl frowned, blinking. “What do you mean?”

“Last night, after you left to heal Kurama, you never met with me to deliver Yusuke's spiritual egg.”

Botan's eyes widened in sudden memory and she gasped. “That's right! I was supposed to be your escape in case the egg hatched into a vicious monster!”

Koenma sighed. “Which it obviously didn't, thank God. But you're really slacking in your duties lately, Botan. Does it have anything to do with a certain red headed detective in my employ?”

The deity's features tightened, voice turning a bit defiant and patronizing. “The time I spend with Kurama is my own, Koenma. And in case you forgot, he nearly died yesterday to keep the team alive in this tournament and it required every ounce of my healing ki to repair the damage done to his body. So I passed out, forgive me oh great and mighty boss for doing the job you assigned me to do while on this stupid island.”

Koenma gave her a disapproving look. “I don't particular like your tone, Botan. Keep this up and I might just sent you back up to Reikai for the duration of the tournament.”

“And I don't particularly care for your insinuation that Kurama and I are engaging in anything illicit. He is my friend and I am here to help him and the rest of the team.” Botan countered.

“I know you are his friend, Botan. That's not the point.” Koenma replied in irritation then sighed. “I simply want you to remember that Kurama is a youkai and that you must be careful around him so that you don't get hurt.”

“By him or those who want to kill him?” She asked.

The spirit toddler frowned. “Both, I suppose. Just be careful, alright?”

“I am always careful, Koenma,” Botan replied shortly, moving to the side as she held the door open. “Now then, if you don't mind, I need to get cleaned up so I meet with the girls over breakfast.”

“Of course... I will see you later then and you can update me with the status of each team member's health.” Koenma reminded her as he entered back into the hallway.

“I'll be sure to get right on that first thing, Lord Koenma, Sir,” Botan replied giving him a fake smile before shutting the door. “Stupid jerk...” The deity muttered under her breath. She turned around, finding Kurama standing before her, a flash of anger in his eyes that she knew was directed at her boss.

The kitsune heard every bit of the conversation, his heart screaming to confront his boss but his mind reminding him that he did not want Botan in any more trouble than she already was. Besides, Koenma has a point. I am a demon and where ever I go, danger usually follows. “Everything alright?”

Botan nodded, touched by his protectiveness of her. “It's fine, Kurama. Don't worry. I know how to take care of that jerk.”

He smirked,recalling a conversation with her that seemed so very long ago. “A few knocks on his head with your oar will do wonders with his personality, I'm sure.”

She giggled at the visual, looking up at him with twinkling eyes. “I always have one nearby just in case of emergency.”

Kurama laughed softly, studying her with amused eyes.

A silence fell between them and the air grew a bit heavy.

The kitsune felt a desire to reach out and touch her cheek and tell her the truth of his feelings. That he was enamored of her and found her brave and beautiful. But I cannot tell her. It would not be right to do that to her when I could die at any moment. Besides... she is from Reikai and I'm a youkai... we come from different worlds... it is best to stay friends... at least then I know I can see her on occasion. Clearing his throat, Kurama spoke. “I should... go... the matches are about to start and I need to study up on their techniques and skills and try to figure out counters so that we can win and leave here together.”

Botan listened to Kurama speak, drawn to the tone of his voice and the closeness of him. She longed to go up to him and touch his face and tell him the truth of her heart but she could not. He is a youkai and I am a reigen. We should not get too close to each other or else trouble will come to both of us. “Do you want me to go with you?” She asked.

He tilted his head, pondering the question. On the one hand, he did not want the other youkai to think they were too close but on the other hand, he could keep her safe from harm if she remained close to him. “If you would like. The choice is yours.”

“Okay! Just give me a minute to change my clothes and we'll go to the arena together!”

He watched her pull out a pair of light blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt with some kind of fish like pattern in the center, waiting as she closed the bathroom door, his ears picking up the sound of rustling clothing and for some reason... he liked it.. and he had to clear his head of his less than honorable thoughts, keeping his features even as the girl emerged from the bathroom. “All set?” Kurama asked.

“Yep!” She replied with a grin and the pair exited the room, heading down the hallway and into the elevator.

Once outside the hotel, they walked at a slow pace, content to be in each other's presence as they traveled down the pathway to the stadium. The pair entered the closest stairway tunnel, the kitsune smirking a bit at the sight of Hiei standing near the railing. “Its seems we're aren't the only ones awake early enough to watch the fight.”

The fire demon sensed the pair approach, red eyes amused as he glanced at the two taller beings. “You two look rather chummy. Did you sleep well?”

Kurama was nonplussed, his voice dry as he responded. “We did. After all a body needs rest to grow... I guess that makes you an insomniac?”

Hiei glared at his friend, not liking the shot at his height but unable to counter it fast enough. “Whatever...” He grumbled, looking back down at the ring.

“So the winner of this match will be your opponent?” Botan asked, looking up at Kurama who nodded.

“Yes.” He replied as the two groups struck terms and the fight began and Team Uraotogi defeating the first three members of the Gokai Six. The red head barely had time to blink as the fight ended, his brow furrowing when the poster boy for Uraotogi, Shishiwakamaru, pointed up towards him as if in challenge.

Hmm... seems this one doesn't like you very much. Hiei sent to his friend in a teasing tone.

A preferable disposition to the other, believe me. Kurama sent back, shifting his gaze over his shoulder as he sensed then saw Yusuke, Kuwabara, and the masked fighter approach.

“Hey guys, looks like you have the same idea we do about watching the match.” Kuwabara said with a grin.

“Had..” Kurama corrected. “The fight is already over.”

“What?” The street fighter grumbled. “We missed the entire fight because I took too long to brush my teeth?”

“Well, it was an impressive sight to behold.” Kurama said, looking down at Hiei who added,

“Though I suppose your minty fresh breath was worth the delay,” The fire demon said with a bit of snark, unable to help himself before his gaze shifted up to the strange creature resting on Yusuke's head. “What is that ridiculous appendage growing out of your head?”

Yusuke looked down at the smaller man, features and posture defensive. “It's just a puberty thing, okay?” His gaze shifted over to Kurama and Botan and he was sorely tempted to say something smart ass but his concern for the fox spirit overrode his teasing nature and he spoke in a softer tone. “So, uh, Kurama, looks like Botan did a pretty good job treating you. Will you be okay for tomorrow?”

The red head nodded, smiling a bit. “Botan healed me perfectly so I will be fine and ready to go, Yusuke, do not worry.”

Botan blushed at Kurama's praise as she listened to the boys talk.

“Hmph... then I suppose your wounds weren't as bad as you would make us believe them to be...” Hiei taunted teasingly.

Kurama kept his features even as he looked off to the side, using his usual deadpan voice. “Compared to your energy loss, I suppose not.”

Hiei frowned, beaten again in the cerebral verbal game. “Hn...”

“If you guys ever need help healing and Botan's not around you should ask Yukina, she's got really strong healing power. And she's really pretty too!”

Kurama listened in, trying hard not to laugh at Hiei's reaction as the street fighter went on.

“She's actually here to find her long lost brother. I'm going to help her look for him just as soon as we win this tournament.” Kuwabara said with great enthusiasm, grinning the whole time.

The kitsune had been irritated with the Koorime for his verbal shots from earlier and the night before and his teasing nature was unleashed as he leaned forward, smirking. “Yukina's long lost brother... yes, it sounds like a noble cause.. perhaps we, too, should aid in her search, don't you think, Hiei?”

“Yeah, you can even lend an eye!” Yusuke exclaimed getting in on the action as he laughed.

Hiei growled, barely able to contain his fury at being teased by the detective and his best friend. “Will you two shut up!”

Both Kurama and Yusuke bit their thumb as they snickered at the fire demon's irritation.

“Hey, what's so funny?” Kuwabara grumbled, not getting the joke.

This only made it all the more amusing as Yusuke chimed in,

“It's just what Hiei said about this ridiculous thing on my head.”

“I heard that and it wasn't that funny.” Kuwabara countered, still confused.

Kurama continue to snicker. Oh, Kuwabara, you have no idea just how close Yukina's brother really is.

The laughter stopped when they sensed the ki of the Toguro team on the opposite side of the field. A stare down commenced, Kurama moving subconsciously in front of Botan as Karasu's eyes focused on them. The nightmare of Botan's murder ran through his head again and he felt a stab of fear towards the taller demon and an anger at Karasu's design on hurting Botan to get to him. Those that threaten what is precious to me, will die by my hand. No matter how strong or how depraved you may be, I will find a way to destroy you, Karasu, so that you can never harm a living soul again.

Kuwabara shook and grabbed the railing, nearly collapsing suddenly as he croaked out. “Oh no.. this feeling... their power... it's on a whole different level than ours, guys. There is no way we can beat them like this... what do we do?”

Kurama knew that a sign of weakness was not a good thing and went over to Kuwabara, voice soft. “We should take this conversation elsewhere. To the team locker room, perhaps?”

Yusuke nodded. “Yeah, probably a good idea with all these demons staring at us. Let's go, Kuwabara.”

The team headed downstairs, entering their locker room and Kurama leaned against the wall, Hiei taking the window sill as they spoke about what had just been sensed.

“It's not a big deal, Kuwabara, get a grip,” The head detective said, crossing his arms. “So quit bitching about it, alright?”

When the street fighter continued to shake, Yusuke sighed. “None of us thought this would be a joy ride, but we can beat him, okay?”

The door opened, revealing Team Uraotogi, Shishiwakamaru eyeing them all in mild contempt as he spoke, “Tsk...Tsk...Tsk... don't you think you're forgetting someone?”

“No one of real importance,” Kurama countered, his features tightening into a look of disdain.

“This group must be the jokers we have to fight tomorrow.” Yusuke began, smirking. “If you guys are looking for us to go easy on you, your wasting both our time.”

“Nah... we want a good fight...” The tall blond called Momotaro, said, spitting out his gum.

“We will be famous, but we're going to need more than two minutes of exposure for us to get that way.” Shishiwakamaru added, turning to lead his team away, stopping at the sound of the detective's voice.

“Arrogant little prick,” Yusuke growled then taunted, “If you want to be famous, why don't you start a boy band, you got the look down.”

The purple haired demon snarled, turning around, his horns and fangs visible as he pointed at Yusuke. “We'll get ugly soon enough, Urameshi, just you wait!”

“Those guys are a joke and not even worth two minutes of our time.” Kuwabara grumbled.

“Hey, we could always wear blindfolds, that way it'd at least be a challenge.” Yusuke added, snickering.

Kurama sighed inwardly. Children. He thought. Although, Yusuke was his friend, it wasn't wise to be so brash and dismissive of their next opponent, even if what was said was the truth. The sound of the masked fighter's voice surprised the kitsune and he focused his attention down, agreeing with her assessment when she said,

“Pride is for the weak, Yusuke.”

The detective took offense, growling. “Leave me alone!”

When the smaller being did not avert her gaze, Yusuke got pissed. “Stop looking at me like that you masked freak!” he snarled, punching the wall. “You got something to say then say it!”

Botan gasped, hoping to diffuse the situation, blinking when Kurama reached out to gently grab her arm, stopping her. “Kurama?” She whispered.

The kitsune shook his head, not wanting her caught in the conflict. Patience. His eyes said, loosening his hold as the deity relaxed and continued to watch.

“It's quite simple really, if the leader of Team Toguro is Toguro, then the leader of Team Urameshi should be you, Yusuke. So the question is, do you have what it takes to beat Toguro, Yusuke?”

“You think you should lead this team instead of me?” Yusuke demanded.

“If necessary, follow me.” The masked fighter offered and the detective followed.

“Yeah, let's take this outside!” He growled, stalking off after her.

Botan watched them go, worry in her heart over her friend, Yusuke, and the words of her boss echoed in her head from earlier. My duty... I am Yusuke's assistant... I have to try to resolve this! She blinked as the strange little creature that represented Yusuke's spiritual power and energy flew off his head and she caught him, shouting out, “Yusuke don't be stupid!”

“Let them be,” Hiei called out, the ferry girl blinking at the softness in his voice. “They will have to settle this themselves.”

“Yeah, those two will probably duke it out to the death before either of them relent.” Kuwabara commented, rubbing his chin.

“And even if there were something we could do, it is not our place to interfere.” Kurama added.

Botan looked at her friends in shock. None of you are going to help are you? She replied silently, upset most with Kurama as she turned her attention to him. “Kurama.. how can you say that.. can't you see that their actions could tear this team apart?”

Kurama opened his eyes, his brow furrowed at the hurt tone in her voice. “Botan... there is nothing we can do... sometimes you have to let two people sort it out, either with words or fists... nothing else will do..”

“Ahh! I don't care, I'm going to stop them from hurting each other! Alone if I have to!” She took off and the kitsune pushed off the wall.

“Botan!” He shouted, chasing after the deity, finding her heading towards the elevator that led to the VIP rooms and he called out to her once more. “Botan! Stop!”

The ferry girl turned around, hugging the little creature against her as she looked up at the youkai. “What is it, Kurama?” She asked a bit more tersely then she intended.

The kitsune blinked at her tone as he came to a stop in front of her. “I.. I understand that you are only trying to help. I know you are worried about Yusuke and I don't blame you but you must understand that when two fighters get like this... the voices of others won't reach their ears. Words no longer have any meaning. The only thing they will answer to is fists.”

Botan lowered her gaze, voice softer. “I just want everyone to get along... I want us to be a team and fight together... but how can we do that if we can't even stop the fighting amongst ourselves?”

Kurama's features turned thoughtful as he looked at the elevator doors. “You were going to head up to speak to Koenma, right? Perhaps he can enlighten us as to what is going on.”

“Going on?” Botan murmured. “Do you think he knows about this?”

The kitsune reached out, pushing the up button, voice soft. “Well... from what I observed of the masked fighter today, it seems she had a purpose in mind in goading Yusuke. It felt... odd... like a test of some kind... perhaps they truly mean to fight each other, but part of me feels that something else is going on. If that is the case, it is only logical that Koenma knows something that we do not.”

The elevator door opened and he stepped inside, turning around, watching as Botan joined him, the doors closing as the elevator traveled up and they got off at the VIP floor, the metallic doors sliding open, Kurama waving for Botan to exit first, following close behind.

Koenma swung his chair around at their approach, looking at the pair in surprise. “Botan...Kurama...” His brown eyes focused on the small creature in the deity's arms. “And I see you've brought Puu along as well. Have you come to bring me your field report on the health of the team.?”

“No,” Botan began, “I came up here because both Yusuke and the masked fighter have taken off to fight in the woods and I wanted to know what you plan to do about it.”

Koenma sighed, lowering his eyes. “It seems the masked fighter is ready to give Yusuke his final test.”

Botan frowned. “The masked fighter... then do you know who she is?”

“Yes.” He answered. “The masked fighter is Genkai.”

“What?! But how can that be? Genkai's in her 70's!” Botan exclaimed, turning her gaze away from her boss to Kurama who spoke.

“Hmm... if that's true then Genkai's body must revert back to the age when she was at her peak of power... possibly when she taps into her ki for an extended period of time... Is this correct, Koenma?” He asked, looking down at the toddler lord.

Koenma looked up at the red head, begrudging in his respect. Even for a youkai you are unusually intelligent, Kurama. “Yes. Genkai has that ability. It is part of her power. Something she is going to now give to Yusuke.”

The kitsune tilted his head, his mind realizing what the smaller being was inferring to. “That will boost Yusuke up to Toguro's level... clever... but that will also make her very vulnerable in the future fights.”

Koenma turned his chair around, not wanting them to see the distress on his face. “Yusuke is her student. We must trust in her decision and hope for the best,” He paused before adding, “Do not inform Kuwabara of this. It would only distress him further and we must do our best to keep the team dynamic intact.”

“Of course...” Kurama said softly, motioning Botan to follow and they left the suite and headed to the entrance of the stadium. The rain began to fall in heavy bursts and Kurama held his hand up. “Wait here, Botan,” He murmured, his body instantly soaked by the downpour as he snatched two leaves, manipulating their structure, binding them, creating one huge umbrella and he walked back, holding it above the ferry girl as he smiled. “This should do the trick.”

Botan watched, fascinated at the ways he could use his power, grateful for the cover, the sound of water drops pinging off the organic umbrella made her a bit sleepy as the kitsune guided them back to the hotel. “I wonder if the rest of the team made it back before the storm?” She asked as they headed up to the eighth floor.

“It's quite possible.” Kurama said softly, the pair exiting into the eighth floor corridor, the red head leading the way to the common room, opening the door to find the majority of the group sitting on the couch talking.

“Oh, hey guys!” Kuwabara cried, waving to the pair. “With it raining like this, I thought we could play some card games and hang out together until Urameshi gets back with the masked fighter.”

“Ooh! That sounds like fun!” Botan beamed, looking over to Kurama. “What do you think, Kurama?”

The red head smiled, feeling indulgent. “Sounds like a plan.”

Botan walked over to Keiko, handing Puu off to her as Kurama settled down at the end of the couch, the deity moving to sit to his left next to Shizuru while Kuwabara, Keiko and Yukina took the opposite side. Hiei isolated himself at the window, watching the rain pour down as the group began to play cards.

“So, uh, Kurama, what do you think about our chances? Two more rounds and we get to go home.” Kuwabara asked as the kitsune took one of the street fighter's cards.

“Well, these are the semi-finals. They will definitely be a challenge to overcome. We'll be moved to a new stadium with an even wilder crowd. And I'm sure the committee will do anything to thwart us.”

Kuwabara grinned. “Bring it on, I say. I'm not afraid.” His grin fell as he took one of Kurama's cards, finding it was the joker. “Aww man...”

They changed games, playing five card draw and Kurama looked over at Hiei, knowing he was brooding over being around so many humans with his sister nearby and he called out in a teasing voice. “Why don't you come join the rest of us, Hiei. We're practically a family here.”

Hiei grit his teeth, still agitated at his friend from earlier as he growled, “ Grr... Kurama... don't make me pull out your precious voice box...”

The game went on for several hours before Yukina politely rose and excused herself. “I apologize for my fatigue but I must lay down. I had a great time.”

“Oh, hey, I'll escort you to your room, Yukina!” Kuwabara offered, jumping up to hold open the door for her, grinning as she smiled up at him.

“Thank you very much, Kazuma.”

“No problem, my love!” He sang back, following the ice maiden into the hall.

Hiei watched the interaction with an unfriendly eye. If he touches her inappropriately, I swear I will kill him where he stands. “I'm heading to bed. Don't stay up too late with your ferry girl, Kurama...” The fire demon murmured, exiting the room as well.

Keiko was already asleep on one of the couches, while Shizuru was passed out next to a leg rest, leaving Kurama and Botan as the only ones awake in the room.

“This was funnn... wasn't... it.. Kurama?” Botan asked, slurring a bit as she watched the kitsune head into the closest connecting room, returning with an armful of blankets, draping one over Keiko then Shizuru before laying the third on the arm rest of the couch, sitting back down beside the deity.

“Yes, I admit it was nice to be around friends and loved ones. But now is the time for sleep.”

Botan lay her head back, resting it against the couch, turning her gaze to side as she studied the kitsune, favoring him with a smile as he sat down beside her. He was so handsome... and kind... and handsome.. her mind wandered off on tangents, unorganized from the affects of alcohol as she spoke in a sleepy voice, “Sleep... does.. sound good.. so.. are we heading to your room or mine?” She asked, giggling suddenly at how naughty that sounded.

Kurama blinked at the tone in her voice then her giggle, turning his head to study her. “Perhaps it would be best to stay here with your friends for the night. I'm sure it will be fairly safe should we have to leave before everyone wakes up.” He replied, fully aware that the deity was slightly intoxicated.

The ferry girl pouted, reaching out to tap her hand over his before pulling back. “Spoil sport... but fine... I'll stay here if it … makes you happy... so you can fight tomorrow... or is it today... I don't know..” She rambled as she waved her hand. She yawned, closing her eyes, feeling very fatigued all of the sudden.

Kurama rose off the couch, gently taking hold of the deity's shoulders, helping her to lay down. He reached out, grabbing the blanket to cover Botan's lithe form, smiling as he studied her angelic features. She looked so peaceful resting like this and he felt a pang in his heart. What I do, I do for you, Botan. I wish I could tell you that. He thought, reaching out to brush the girl's bangs away from her eyelids, blinking in surprise as Botan whispered in a sleepy but audible voice. “Love you, Kurama...”

He remained absolutely still for a few moments, unsure if what he heard was real or his own imagination before he found himself whispering in return. “Love you too, Botan...” The kitsune left her to rest, confident that for tonight at least, no harm would befall anyone on the team.

May 5, 1993 Semi-Finals, Ringside

Kurama stood beside Kuwabara, Hiei to the street fighter's left as the three of them entered the arena ringside. The kitsune looked around, frowning at how much larger the stadium was from the last. It will be difficult to spot Botan from this vantage point. He had checked in on the ferry girl before leaving, still bothered by the nightmare of her death. When he found her alive and well, he moved over to the nearby radio, turning it on to the stadium frequency, so that they could listen in if they decided to remain in the hotel. Though I doubt they'll do so. He thought, his emerald eyes catching sight of Team Toguro. Of course they'd be watching the match, trying size up the competition. The same as we will do when it's their turn to fight. The sound of Hiei's voice drew his attention and he turned his head, studying the fire demon as he spoke,

“I wasn't expecting this battle to be three on five.”

Kurama knew the reason for the delay but did not elaborate on it per Koenma's orders as he replied, “Whatever it is that is keeping Yusuke and the masked fighter from joining us will have to be worked around. I'm sure we can manage this fight.”

“I don't know what you're stressing about Hiei,” Kuwabara said, a confident grin on his features. “I'll just go beat them up myself!” He strutted out towards the ring, puffed up like a peacock. “Let's go!” The two youkai followed the human boy up to the ring, meeting the Uraotogi team in the center.

“Hmph... I was expecting a good fight,” Shishiwakamaru murmured. “Where is the rest of your team?”

Kuwabara smirked, crossing his arms. “Oh, those guys said you weren't worth their time.”

The purple haired youkai threw a death glare at the larger man but Kuwabara was unfazed, ready to fight for his team... and for Yukina.

Juri, the new referee, spoke. “Now it is time to come to a decision on how you wish to fight.”

“It doesn't matter, let's just see who lives.” Hiei offered, staring up at Momotaro who snapped his gum.

“You're a hasty one. I take it you're fighting first?” The blond bruiser said, staring down at the much smaller Hiei.

“That's right, first, last, and only.” The fire demon replied, his right hand bunched in a fist, twitching, tiny black flames sparking under the bandages wrapped around his hand as he continued. “I've been under too much stress lately, killing you all should be a good remedy.”

“We are all anxious to fight, why don't we let the six sided dice decide?” Shishiwakamaru offered, holding up the dice as he explained. “Each side has a team member's name, in case of a free space, anyone can take that spot to fight. You must fight as many times as your name appears, so long as you remain alive that is.”

“That doesn't bother me, but when it lands on the name of one of the fighters not here, I will be taking their spot in the fight.”

“Okay... matches will be chosen by multiple rolls of the dice and the first to five wins advances!” Juri announced.

Shishiwakamaru tossed the dice onto the ring, the names Hiei and Makintaro appearing and the fire demon smirked.

The fight began in earnest, Hiei making quick work of Makintaro, stabbing him in the head, killing him in less than a minute. Kurama watched on, impressed with his friend's stealth and speed. If this keeps up, no one else will have to fight.

The Hotel

A piercing scream pulled the deity out of her slumber and she bolted up, grabbing her head at the sudden wave of dizziness that hit her, blinking as she looked around, her gaze falling on Keiko. “What's wrong?” The ferry girl asked, dropping her hand to the side, tossing the covers off her legs.

“It's.. It's Yusuke... I think something bad is happening to him...”

Botan frowned, trying to reassure her. “It's okay, Keiko, it was probably just a bad dream.”

She saw sunlight streaming through the blue curtains and she jumped up off the couch, running towards the door. The fight! We're late! “Everybody up and at them! The fight's already started!” The girls quickly gathered themselves, taking a trip to the bathroom before heading out of the hotel towards the new stadium. Botan frowning when she couldn't remember the right direction.

“Um... Botan... are you sure you know where you're going?” Keiko asked as she watched her friend cover her eyes with her hand, scoping out the area. “It seems like we've been going around in circles.”

“Yeah, what's a few more minutes of me missing a fight... Botan...” Shizuru added in a warning tone.

“Ah! Here were are, this way girls!” Botan marched off only to stop as Keiko called out,

“We've already went that way, Botan. You really have no clue where we are going, do you?”

“Of course I do! We just need to go in the direction that I point.” She replied, dropping her shoulders as Shizuru spoke.

“We should just head back to the hotel and go the way we normally would and maybe we'll make it by sun down.”

Botan pouted as they headed back the way they came. So much for my brilliant idea for a short cut. She grumbled inwardly. Truthfully, she was still a bit... muddled mentally from the drinks last night and it was affecting her decision making today. That's the last time I drink anything Shizuru makes for me. She thought, her mind shifting to Kurama and she wondered how he and the team were fairing.

Semi-Finals, Ringside

The dice were cast again, a free spot landing and Hiei took the next match, facing off against Momotaro. Kurama studied the tall blond fighter as he cut his own arm with Hiei's blade before grabbing some sort of ball capsule, squeezing it, inhaling the mist that seeped out, his body transforming into an ape like armor. “Hmm... those capsules must have an animalistic property to them. Hiei will have to be a bit more cautious in his fight with this one.” Momotaro taunted the Koorime to use the darkness technique and the kitsune frowned. Do not be goaded into this, Hiei. You haven't recovered completely from the last use of that attack.

Hiei instead countered with the fist of the mortal flame, striking the larger youkai directly in the face, forcing Momotaro to use another sphere, transforming into a phoenix like bird and Kurama felt a bit worried over his friend's recklessness, watching as the fire demon got his butt kicked around in the ring but countered with a double fist of the mortal flame. Kurama's brow furrowed as Momotaro survived the attack and used yet another sphere. I don't like the looks of this.

The tall man transformed again into a wolf-like creature, his jaw extended like a muzzle, full of teeth and his razor sharp claws barely missed slicing the fire demon in two as Hiei grit his teeth and backed away.

“I've never known Hiei to back away from a challenger before.”Kurama commented, watching as his friend's foot brushed against his broken blade and the kitsune's ears picked up the words, “What the hell..” from Hiei.

Momotaro leaped up, landing down in front of Hiei, biting him, blood gushing from all sides but it was not the fire demon's blood that pooled on the gray stone. A burst of green light erupted out of the wolf-like creature's back, Hiei slicing in rapid strikes, cutting Momotaro into bits, the green flame consuming the flesh, rendering it to ash.

“Now I understand,” Kurama began. “Hiei did summon the dragon flame by transferring his energy into the hilt of his sword. It wasn't as powerful but it was strong enough to kill Momotaro. He was dead before he even reached Hiei. Quite ingenious, really.”

Hiei took his place back with the rest of the team and the dice were rolled again, this time landing on Kurama's name. Good, it is my turn now. The kitsune jumped up into the ring, coming to stand before his opponent, Ura Urashima. Kurama created a rose whip, swirling it up in the air just as his opponent did the same with his fishing line and they lashed out at each other, countering each attack, neither unable to get a hit in and the red head blinked as he heard Urashima's voice in his head.

Kurama? Please listen to what I have to say.

Telepathic communication? I do believe that's forbidden in the ring. Kurama replied, still lashing out with the whip as the smaller being continued his conversation.

Please, I'm begging you, kill me!

Kurama flinched and Urashima added quickly,

Don't stop fighting or they'll become suspicious!

Why?

When I joined this team I had no idea what I was getting into. I needed money to support my sick grandmother and Shishiwakamaru promised me riches. At first it was just stealing but then it became more sinister and violent and now I've done so many things I'm ashamed of that I feel it'll be better if you just kill me.

Suicide is not the answer. There is no redemption or honor in that. Kurama replied.

You don't understand. If I don't kill you, they will hurt my poor old grandmother! But this guilt I feel is just too much for me to bear. As I watched my teammates die today, I realized that dying in combat is my only way out of this mess. Please take pity on a lost soul.

I will help you, but not by death. Kurama countered, feeling empathy for his opponent. There is enough of that in this world. You can keep your life as long as you change the way you live it. It's never too late, believe me. As for your grandmother's well being, we can fake your death. I can sting you with my rose whip in a manner that will knock you out temporarily.

You are a good man, Kurama.

Urashima tripped a bit, giving the signal to hit him with the attack and Kurama lashed out, blinking when the boy dodged it at the last second. What? The kitsune felt the sting of the fishing line as it coiled around him, cutting into his skin, forcing the whip from his hand as he crashed into the hardened stone of the ring, pushing up, his surprised eyes studying the laughing form of Urashima.

“Man, what a sap you are... your kindness is your only weakness, Kurama. I thought a guy as smart as you would have understood that and protected that part of himself from his opponents. I wonder how you put up with this goody two shoes kind of crap. I had to hold back the bile playing nicey nice with you but boy does it feel good to be bad..”

Kurama glared at the boy, the darkness brimming just below the surface. The insult to his emotions and his heart called for Urashima's death. And I will gladly hand out justice for his behavior towards me. The kitsune dodged the fishing line as Urashima chased him around the ring, blinking as a bolt of electricity sparked at the edge of the ring, line now visible, signaling that a force field was now in place.

“Come on, Kurama, give me some credit here. You didn't really think I was trying to hit you with those attacks earlier did you? You've been caught like a stupid fish, hook, line, and sinker!” Urashima taunted, dropping the bamboo rod, pulling out a black box. “Let me introduce you to the Idunn box. Anyone other than the possessor that breathes in the air will regress back to their childhood. So once I unleash this, I can kill you with ease.” He opened the box, a light purple mist escaping then filling the entirety of the confined ring.

Kurama tried to hold his breath for as long as he could but to no avail. He felt his body growing smaller, felt his consciousness drawn back, farther and farther, his memories fading, replaced with the truth of what he was as his youkai form was unleashed. Power returned to him, black lightning bolts exploded in all directions, filling the air with an intense aura, his mind recalling who he was. Oh yes... it has been too long since I've been... me... Kurama thought, smirking as the mist swirled around him then parted and he stood before Urashima, his voice low and cold as he spoke,

“I think I've regressed back further than you intended, and just as I've come to accept my human captivity.”

Urashima turned, trembling in fear as his gaze traveled upwards, staring in horror at the demon that towered over him, the features were very similar to Kurama but the rest of this youkai, from his silver hair, golden eyes, fox ears and tail, to his larger physique, was anything but!

“Youko returns they cry.” Kurama said, looking down at the small being with open disdain.

“Ahh! Did you just say Youko? Youko the spirit fox? Youko the legendary bandit?!” Urashima babbled as he fell back, frightened at the the much more powerful and menacing demon. “What did you do to Kurama, I liked him a lot better?!”

“Oh, he's here... he's me...” Youko explained. “Only now you've brought me out in full, I thank you for that.”

“This is.. this is a nightmare...” Urashima whimpered.

Youko smirked. “There is no room for your denials, pathetic vermin. Be assured, I am real and I am very much alive.”

“But the stories all said you were dead! You were caught!... You were killed!”

“Yes... I'm so flattered you've heard of me,” Youko replied coolly. “But as you can see, the stories were incorrect.”

Black electricity shot out beyond the barrier, driving Kuwabara back. “Ahh! It's like a thunderstorm in there. Where is all this freaky strong energy coming from?”

Hiei crossed his arms, snorting as he looked at the force field. “ Hah, It's all Kurama's, right down to the last drop.”

“But... it's different now and a heck of a lot more powerful.”

“It seems that fool in the ring has somehow managed to cause Kurama to shift into his demon form before he was tainted by you humans,” Hiei replied, explaining to the street fighter. “Sixteen years ago the spirit fox, Youko Kurama, was thought to have been killed in a botched burglary. In desperation, he hid himself in your world, using a human body to slowly regenerate his power. He thought no one would find him, I did. We ran into each other, going after the same demon called Yatsude. This demon had taken Kurama's... female friend... hostage and we worked together to save her and defeat the youkai. After that, we became... friends.. and I used him to help me steal those artifacts the detective retrieved before we became a part of your group.”

“Wow... I didn't know Kurama had a girl before Botan.” Kuwabara murmured.

The fire demon looked over at the taller man, conceding that bit of information. “Yes... surprising isn't... Seems the fox has a way with women, even if he struggles to show his emotions, they are still there...” He turned back to the force field. “Now we shall see what the purest form of Kurama can do.”

Inside the ring Kurama studied Urashima intently. Despite reverting back to his youkai form, the fox spirit knew this was only a temporary effect. If I can find out the truth about how this transformation came about, I can use it to return to my demon form and defeat Karasu. And that begins by interrogating this little weakling here. “Let's see, how best should I deal with my prey?” He drew out a seed from his hair, feeding it energy, the plant wrapping around his arms as many branches spread out, the ends full of teeth, saliva dripping from their maws as they zoomed towards the smaller youkai. “Each branch of this tree has a mouth and each mouth excretes a saliva that will melt your bones in seconds, though the pain will make it seem like an eternity. I never take anything in battle personally, you see. It's just that I don't stand for trespassers and that my death tree enjoys a good meal.”

Urashima backpedaled, dropping on his hands and knees, voice and features contrite. “Please don't kill me! I'll do whatever you want, just let me live!”

Youko glared down at the smaller demon as he asked, “Tell me the secret of the Idunn box.”

“Well... I don't know about that...” Urashima replied.

The fox spirit narrowed his eyes as he sent his branches out closer to the smaller youkai who held up his hand defensively.

“Ask Shishi, he's the one who knows about the secret.”

“I can smell when you're lying,” Youko growled. “It makes my plants want to eat you all the more.”

Urashima broke down at this threat. “Okay... I.. I'll tell you everything! It's Onji and Shishi. They came to us and said they'd give us items that would make us high class like them. I'm not even Ura Urashima. And that's not all! I can tell you who really gave us the items!”

Youko listened, a flash of steel catching his eyes and he lifted his gaze, watching as a katana pierced the force field, shattering it, the blade sinking into the next of Urashima, his disguise morphing into the form of a short cat like demon. “A lower class beast, always the easiest of pawns.” The fox Spirit commented.

The mist cleared, revealing Youko to the entire stadium and Koto's ears twitched, her body coming alive at the sight of Kurama's youkai form. “Hold on, folks, I've just seen my personal fantasy! Sexy ears and a dreamy tail. Who is this love god?” She paused, looking over at the gleaming blade embedded in Urashima's neck. “And there's Shishiwakamaru's sword stabbed in a beast. Neither of the original combatants are even in the ring, I don't even know how to call this!”

Kuwabara was shocked. “Holy crap, Kurama really is a fox demon! And to think I let him near my cat!”

Hiei looked on, impressed with Kurama's youkai form. You are as you should be, not held back by your weaker human body.

Kurama felt his youkai form fading, unable to sustain it after the mist dissipated and he shifted back into his human body.

Koto pouted at the shift to Kurama's human form. “I can't explain it but my silver haired hunk has transformed into a sadly tailless Kurama. My whole weekend is shot.”

Shishiwakamaru jumped up onto the ring, tugging out the sword lodged in the beast's throat. “Primitives.. never rely on them,” He spat, flicking his sword, blood flying in it's wake. “But to be fair, we really didn't warn him what would happen in your case. Let's move on shall we?”

Lost in the woods

The girls continued their march in the forest, the deity stopping when Keiko said softly.

“Something is wrong with Puu.”

Botan went over to examine the cute little creature, frowning at the look of pain on the being's face. “He doesn't look well at all.”

“Puu is a reflection of Yusuke's soul, right?” Keiko asked. “With the little guy acting like this, something must be wrong with Yusuke.”

Something snapped in Puu and he struggled against Keiko's hold, flying off.

“Puu come back!” Keiko cried, trying to chase after him only to lose sight of him.

“Come on, Keiko, we'll find Puu later.” Shizuru called out to her friend. “We need to get moving before we miss the rest of the fight.”

“Yusuke...” Keiko murmured, worried about her boyfriend as she turned and rejoined the group.

Botan saw the look of sadness and concern on the girl's face and so she tried to cheer her up. “I'm sorry, Keiko. I know this is rough, but Yusuke is tough. He will be just fine, he'll come back to you stronger than ever, you watch!”

“You... You think so, Botan?” Keiko asked as the moved quicker through the woods.

“Absolutely!” Botan replied with a beaming smile. “Now let's hurry along before we're too late to see the rest of our boys fight!”

Ringside

The dice were cast again, the open spot showing up for the Urameshi team.

“Hmm...” Shishiwakamaru sounded out, studying the three men before him. “You, the inferior looking one.”

Kuwabara blinked, looking around before pointing to himself. “You talking to me?”

“Who else would I be talking about?” The purple haired youkai replied with a smirk. “You must be tired of being a side show freak. Why don't you come up here and fight.”

“You jerk! I'm going to kick your butt!” Kuwabara growled, stopping when Hiei spoke.

“This fight is mine.”

“No, I will take him.” Kurama replied.

“It's obvious you only want to fight him to learn the secret of that box. Victory is a higher priority right now.” Hiei countered.

“You two can forget it, this guy is mine!” Kuwabara growled.

The three men glared at one another before the kitsune sighed. “It seems the only way we can settle this is with a game of Janken.”

“Oh yeah, bring it on! I'm a rock, paper, scissors master!” Kuwabara bragged.

Hiei looked between the two men, confused. “What the hell is Janken?”

Kuwabara stared down at the smaller man. “Gee... you really didn't have a childhood, did you?”

Hiei growled, pissed off. “I only pursue strength! I don't have time for your trivial...”

Kurama sensed the rage building in Hiei and diffused it quickly by explaining and showing the hand signals to play. “It's a human childhood game. Scissors can be beat by rock, paper defeats rock, and scissors defeats paper.”

“Huh... sounds simple enough.” Hiei said.

“So... you ready to get beat?” Kuwabara asked, grinning.

“Try me.”

“Ohh.. never played before and he's already cocky! First time players have to use rock by the way.”

Kurama shook his head. “Don't listen to him. He's pulling your leg.”

It took several tries before Kuwabara at last won the right to fight but it was short lived as Shishiwakamaru tossed an item called the cape of no return, sending the street fighter into another dimension. Well.. that was odd... the kitsune thought, wondering where Kuwabara could have gone, he didn't have time to ponder for long as Shishi rolled again, the masked fighter's name showing up.

Hiei went to take the ring but a small hand rested suddenly on the fire demon's shoulders.

“Hold it.”

The Koorime turned around, frowning. “I hope you don't expect us to believe you are the masked fighter. She had tremendous power. You are a weakling.”

“Yusuke has it now.” She explained as she jumped into the ring.

Kurama recognized her scent, though it was older. So it is true after all. Genkai has passed on all her power to Yusuke. The fox spirit watched as Genkai fought against Shishiwakamaru, her mask destroyed by an attack and the crowd booed and cried out for disqualification. The red head was surprised when Toguro of all people came to Team Urameshi's defense, explaining that the masked fighter was really Genkai. The fight continued and Kurama enacted a barrier to protect himself from the purple haired youkai's Banshee Shriek attack, the defensive move keeping the the loose spirits at bay. The human psychic then used her mind to trick him to attack, stopping his blade, absorbing his ki through it before using his own energy against him. Shishiwakamaru was soundly defeated and Onji, the leader of Uraotogi stepped up next, rolling Kuwabara's name

Outside the stadium

Botan walked in front of Kuwabara, still puzzled as to how the street fighter had been transported all the way to the old stadium but didn't question it, happy that he was willing to lead them over to the new stadium. On the way there, they came across a passed out Yusuke and a wide awake Puu and the orange haired teen had picked him up, dragging him along, Keiko holding on to Puu as they approached the stadium. The roar of the crowd getting louder the closer they came to the entrance. Several demons were visible rushing out of the stadium and Botan frowned. “Something bad must be happening for the demons to run away like that.”

Two youkai raced towards their location and the group crouched down, listening to them complain about Shishiwakamaru's attack on the crowd itself. What is going on in there? Botan wondered, feeling anxious about seeing Kurama. Please don't let him be hurt. She thought, blinking as Kuwabara suddenly handed off Yusuke to her. “Kuwabara! Where the heck are you going?!” Botan shouted, handing off the detective to Keiko as she rose, sighing as Shizuru flipped her brother off and they stood around for a few moments, blinking at the sound of the street fighter's voice on the loudspeaker and Shizuru raced off, irritated at her brother for his dorky behavior. “Shizuru, wait!” The deity stopped, looking back at Yukina, Keiko, and Yusuke and she chuckled at the thought that sprang in her head. Going over to Yukina, Botan took hold of her hand. “Come on, Yukina, sweetie, let's go watch the match!”

“Don't leave me here alone, guys! What am I supposed to do with Yusuke?!”

The deity covered her mouth, chuckling as she whispered. “Don't they teach you anything in health class? The birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees?”

The human girl blushed darkly. “I'm not that kind of girl, Botan!”

The ferry girl snickered. “That's not what your diary says..” She took off, laughing softly, her teasing streak in full gear as Botan caught up with Shizuru and Yukina, the three of them finding a place to sit down.

Semi-Finals Ringside

Kurama was surprised to see the boy barreling towards them from the spectator section, using the microphone to announce his presence before jumping into the ring. He warned Kuwabara not to fall into the trap but the teen did anyway and the kitsune slapped his forehead in a rare display of disbelief. Kuwabara just walked right into that on his own... unbelievable..

He sensed the deity in that moment and he looked up, relieved to find her alright. His gaze shifted over to Toguro's team, noting that Karasu's gaze was fixated on the ferry girl and he growled.

What is wrong, Kurama? Hiei sent out, sensing a rare flare of anger and his eyes followed the red head's gaze over to Karasu. Hn... seems he is indeed rather.... obsessed with your ferry girl Kurama... I see now why you were so intent on trying to get information on that little device of Onji's. As Youko you could kill him with ease. But can you actually take that form again?

I do not know. Kurama admitted, his attention reluctantly returning to the ring as Onji rolled Genkai's alias, the masked fighter. That is why I hope for Onji to survive so that I may question him further on the matter. He looked on in shock as the old man turned out to be a clown... literally... and Genkai proceeded to beat up the noisy and obnoxious youkai with purely physical attacks. Kuwabara arrived ring side once again and soon after the last fight was over. We've won again. One last match remains before we leave this place once and for all.

The girls met the team as they headed out the tunnel, walking towards the corridor that lead to the outside. Kurama chuckled as Shizuru and Kuwabara bantered back and forth. “It took all of us as a team to make it through this and I believe we've earned a bit of a rest.”

“I'm leaving.” Genkai announced walking ahead of the group and Kurama frowned, watching her go, returning his gaze over to Botan who spoke softly. “Kurama, how do you feel? Do you have any injuries that need tending to?”

He gave her a soft smile. “I'm fine, Botan. I did fairly well in avoiding damage.”

“He sure did!” Kuwabara exclaimed, voice ringing with great enthusiasm. “Kurama turned into his youkai form and man was he freaking strong!”

The kitsune blinked, his voice even though he felt a bit self conscious all of the sudden. “Well.. yes... as Youko I would be very strong but I'm afraid I don't know if I can use that form again.”

Botan remembered Kurama's description of his demon form and she pouted. “And I missed it?! What did he look like Kuwabara?” She asked, looking over at the street fighter.

Kuwabara knew that the deity and the fox had feelings for each other, even if they wouldn't admit to it and he grinned, hoping to help the pair open up more with each other as he spoke. “Well, he was tall... at least 7 feet, maybe taller.. with long silver hair and gold eyes.. their face was very similar, I mean you could tell it was Kurama... but... different... and he had fox ears and a tail.. and a bigger body... and his ki was off the charts! More than anything I've ever felt from Toguro or his team.” He paused, snickering inwardly as he tried to push the girl's jealousy button. “And lots of demon girls in the audience started whistling and stuff. Even that Koto girl got in on the action! It was something to see!”

Botan looked back to Kurama, narrowing her eyes a bit at the mention of the female fox youkai and for some reason the kitsune instinctively backpedaled, holding up his hands. “Eh heh... I do believe Kuwabara is embellishing a bit...” He paused looking over to Kuwabara. “Isn't that right?”

The street fighter grinned, not backing down. “Nah... it's pretty much like I said it was...”

Hiei smirked at how uncomfortable his best friend was under the glare of a jealous female and added to the misery. “Yes... and their was mention of something about a weekend with you as well, if I remember...”

Be silent, Hiei! Kurama sent out in a low growl and the fire demon chuckled.

“Hey... where did Genkai go?” Kuwabara asked, drawing everyone's attention away from the conversation and Kurama was grateful. “She was just here a minute ago.”

“I will go find her.” Kurama offered, heading down the tunnel and down the corridor, finding her standing just outside the stadium entrance. “Master Genkai!” The kitsune called out, coming to stop before the human female.

Genkai turned around, looking up at the tall boy. Though she had missed the transformation of Kurama, there was no doubt that he was indeed strong, given the truth of what he was. If he can maintain his demon form, he will survive whoever he faces. A thought occurred to her and she spoke. “Kurama... I want you and Hiei to watch Toguro's team and analyze their strengths. We will need a win from you both in order to leave this place alive.”

Kurama nodded. “As you wish... but where are you off to?”

“I need to get Yusuke back to the hotel so that he can rest, the transference of my ki orb to his spirit has pushed his body to the brink. He must sleep to heal and recover quickly.”

“I will have Kuwabara assist you.” Kurama offered.

“That would be helpful. Perhaps the girls should come along with me. Botan and Yukina could assist in healing Yusuke so that he recovers even faster.” Genkai replied.

“I will send them to you directly,” The fox spirit said softly, heading back, meeting the group halfway. “Kuwabara, Genkai has asked for your help in carrying Yusuke back to the hotel. She would also like for the girls to follow along to help with the healing process.”

“On my way!” Kuwabara replied, rushing off to help the human psychic while the girls followed behind.

Botan stopped briefly, asking. “Where will you be?”

“Genkai requested that Hiei and I watch the next match to study Team Toguro's moves.”

“Hah... I don't have time for that..” Hiei snorted. “I need to practice my attacks so that I can win and leave this damn island.”

Kurama sighed but did not try to stop his best friend. “Stubborn as always.” He murmured, watching the fire demon leave before turning his head back to Botan who asked,

“So... about this form of yours... we'll talk about it, later, right?”

He saw the look of curiosity in the deity's eyes and he nodded. “Of course. When we're all together, I'll explain in better detail than Kuwabara's childish attempt to make you jealous.”

Botan blushed but looked away. “I wasn't jealous...” She grumbled.

Kurama chuckled softly. “I couldn't tell...” He replied dryly.

The deity pouted at the tone in his voice, then stuck her tongue out at him. “Meanie...”

He laughed. “Well... I won't deny it...”

“Botan?! You coming or what?!” Shizuru called out.

“I'll be right there!” The deity shouted back, tone and features apologetic. “Sorry about that, Kurama. I should go and help heal Yusuke. We will need him in the finals two days from now.”

“I agree... I will see you later, Peony.” He said softly, giving her a small wave which the deity returned.

“It's a date, Fox...” She replied, taking off, leaving the kitsune alone.

Kurama smiled, enjoying their pet names for each other, before his features became a mask of calm indifference and he turned on his heel, heading back to the stadium to watch the next match.

Whew.. another long chapter and I went all over the board with stuff, but it is completed. The next chapter will revolve around the final match... and then, more than likely I will begin the short Netherworld arc which will probably take two chapters to do. Shout outs to the following: KKKarol, nikkster101, heartluv, peonyrose100, PenguinsHockey14, Serenity27, Joide's KB 4ever, and ryndc-chan, for their reviews.