Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ The Talk ( Chapter 16 )

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

Another update for those still reading my work. Hope you enjoy it. Onto the story.

Chapter 16- The Talk

June 19, 1993 House of Four Dimensions

Kurama's eyelids fluttered open, blinking slowly, vision clearing to find the room flooded with the warm light of dawn. The kitsune felt Botan shift in his arms and he smiled softly. Botan... He thought, features turning tender as he leaned down to nuzzle her hair. It felt right to hold her, even as the world threatened to crash down around them. You gazed into my soul and rather than run away, you embraced me. When you could have walked away from the danger, you braved the darkness to see me... the real me... as I am... no masks... no lies... the truth... you saw the truth and still you love me. My beautiful, wonderful Peony. I love you even more than for that.

But as much as he wanted to stay like this forever with her, they had work to do. We must find out who is behind the tunnel expansion and we must stop them before it's too late. The kitsune reached out, crooking his fingers, brushing them gently across the deity's cheek, voice soft but insistent as he leaned in to whisper. “Botan... time to wake up...”

The deity's brow furrowed, eyes remaining closed though she leaned into his touch. “Don't wanna...” She mumbled, snuggling closer to him.

He smiled at her reaction, knowing she was hard to rouse from slumber. “As much as I'd like to stay in bed with you all day and cuddle, I don't think the rest of the team would approve.”

A knock sounded against their door and the kitsune turned his head, gazing over his shoulder as the sound of Yusuke's voice called out,

“Hey you two, wake up! Grandma's got breakfast ready for us before we head out!”

“We'll be down in a minute, Yusuke,” Kurama called back, his ears picking up the detective's footsteps walking away from the door and he sighed, reluctantly beginning to pull his arms away from the deity only to blink as the girl tugged him back down into bed, snuggling into him once more. “Botan...” He laughed softly, eyes twinkling as he wrapped his arms around her.

The ferry girl smiled at the sound of his laugh, enjoying being so close to him. When he had let her see into his soul, she had been in awe of the intensity of his feelings for her, her own heart bursting with joy to know that he loved her with a fierceness that rivaled her love for him. He loves me. Kurama truly loves me. She opened her eyes, gazing up at him, finding mirth reflected in those beautiful emerald pools and she grinned in response. “What?”

“You know what,” Kurama replied in a sterner tone, though his eyes still twinkled. “As cute as it is when you play coy, we both know we cannot lay here any longer. We must get up. I promise to make up our cuddling time later.”

“Promise?” She asked.

“Promise.” Kurama replied, leaning in to give her a soft kiss.

Botan was surprised by the kiss, returning it.

The kitsune enjoyed the way the girl kissed him back and it took some self restraint not to deepen it. I will take my time with her. I will not frighten her away. He pulled back reluctantly, smiling at her as he shifted slowly out of her hold, rising, stretching as he looked out the window, the rays of the sun caressing his bare torso. “It looks to be a beautiful day, Botan.”

The deity pouted when he pulled back but understood it would take time to get used to each other as a couple. That he restrains himself shows how much he really does love me. She thought, watching as the kitsune rose and strolled over to the window. The light shone on him and Botan admired his lean but toned form. “You're beautiful, Kurama, do you know that?”

The kitsune blinked, looking back at the deity, eyes twinkling again. “Not as beautiful as you, Peony. And that is as it should be.” He walked over to his shirt, sliding it on, buttoning it up, his ears picking up on the girl shifting off the bed, adjusting her clothes and he scooped up his uniform jacket, turned to face her, holding out his free hand. “Shall we go then?”

Botan nodded, slipping on her shoes, taking the kitsune's hand as they exited the room, heading down the hallway to the spiral staircase. The pair made their way downstairs and walked into the kitchen, finding only Yusuke and Kuwabara at the table, chowing down on simple rice and eggs.

“You two look pretty rested,” Yusuke said, smirking as he added. “Did you have fun last night?” His smirk fell replaced with a cry of pain as he felt a small hand slap the back of his head. “Oww!” He snapped his gaze over to his left, growling, “What the hell, Grandma?!”

“Stop being a dimwit and eat your damn breakfast!” She snapped at him.

Yusuke grit his teeth, grumbling. “Stupid old hag....”

The human psychic glared at her student before shifting her gaze back to the pair, her features softening as she spoke. “There are two bowls here for you so dig in.”

“Thank you, Master Genkai,” Kurama replied, pulling out the chair for Botan to sit down before he joined her to her right. “Where are the others?” The kitsune asked, looking over at the pink haired female as she answered,

“Kido, Yana, and Kaito returned to Mushiyori city to check in with their families. They will meet us at the train station in two hours time.”

“So does that mean we get to head home too?” Kuwabara asked, looking up from his bowl.

“Yes,” Genkai replied. “Check in, clean up, change your clothes. Do whatever it is you have to then return here and we'll take the train to Mushiyori city.” She headed out the kitchen, leaving the team to eat their breakfast. Kurama did the dishes, Botan helping him put them away before the four of them exited the mansion and departed for their homes.

June 19, 1993 Minamino Residence

Botan glided them up to the first floor roof of Kurama's house, the kitsune sliding off the oar in front of his window. He opened it, climbing into his room, turning to help the deity inside. Kurama let go of her hand, smiling softly. “Genkai said we have a few hours to clean up, so do you wish to shower before you change into some clean clothes, Botan?”

Botan looked down at her school girl uniform. The heat from the first room in the mansion had caused her clothes to cling to her skin and she felt rather unkempt. “I probably should. I'm still a bit sweaty from last night.”

Images sprang unbidden into the kitsune's mind at her comment and he chuckled softly.

“What?” Botan asked, pouting, then blushed darkly when she realized what she'd said. “Oh.... Hey! You know what I meant, Kurama!” She grumbled.

“I do... I just find you so cute when you blush, I can't help but tease you.”

“Meanie...” Botan pouted.

Kurama's features softened. “Yes... but I'm your meanie...”

The deity blinked but smiled. “True...” She sighed, features playful as she murmured. “You're lucky I put up with you.”

He returned her smile. “Well, I won't deny that I'm lucky.” He returned, his voice playful as her expression.

She could see the light in his eyes for her, feel his love and his comfort in being around her and her heart burst with happiness. You're so beautiful when you smile, Kurama. She thought. Moving closer to him she leaned up, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips.

Kurama watched the girl come up to him, surprised at the soft kiss, enjoying the simple contact, blinking as the deity pulled back, smiling up at him.

“I'll be quick, okay?” Botan murmured, going over to the kitsune's closet, crouching down to retrieve some of the clothing she stored while staying with him, retrieving a pink sweatshirt and dark blue jeans before heading into the bathroom.

Kurama heard the sound of the shower running and turned, walking over to his closet. He reached out, pulling a light blue t shirt off a hanger before opening the top drawer, pulling out a pair of dark jeans and a pair of green boxer briefs. The kitsune sat down at his desk, writing a note for his mother to explain his absence then rose, taping it to his door. He heard the bathroom door open and he pivoted, smiling at the sight of Botan who pulled her hair up into a pony tail, tying it as she spoke,

“All yours, Kurama.”

“I'll be quick, Botan.” He replied, eyes filled with mirth as he used the girl's words from earlier and headed into the bathroom and jumped into the shower, washing his body and his hair then stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist, wiping at the steam on the mirror, inspecting his jaw, making sure he didn't need to shave. He brushed his teeth then dried off and dressed. Kurama exited the bathroom, finding the deity sitting in his desk chair. She rose, smiling at him.

“All set?” She asked, holding the detective kit in her hand.

“Let's go.” Kurama replied with a nod, grabbing the dark orange jean jacket hanging on the back of the desk chair, sliding it on before slipping on a pair of white tennis shoes. He helped her out the window then climbed out after her, the pair sliding onto the oar, returning to the rendezvous point, traveling with Genkai, Yusuke, and Kuwabara on the train that would take them to their destination.

June 19, 1993 Mushiyori City train station

The group exited the station, various expressions of surprise at the vast amount of insects littering the air. The sky was a dark, lightning dancing within the reddened clouds and the kitsune frowned. Something unnatural is indeed at work here. The air is thick with Makai energy, I can feel it pulsing around me. But that makes it easier to track as well. His gaze shifted down to Genkai who turned to them her voice commanding as she spoke,

“Alright, listen up. As you can see, this whole city is infested with demon insects and we have no time to waste here,” She paused, looking over at the kitsune. “Kurama I want you to take, Botan, Kuwabara, and Kaito and search the western section of the city. Yusuke, Kido, Yana, and I will head east. If you run into any humans who possess territory powers do you best to avoid fighting them but if you must, make absolutely sure to use your mind before jumping into the fray.”

“As you wish, Master Genkai.” Kurama replied softly, the two groups diverging in opposite directions.

“So, uh, what exactly are we looking for?” Kuwabara asked as he walked to Kurama's left.

“Right now, it's what we can sense, not what we can see that we're searching for, Kuwabara.” Kurama answered.

“Great, how am I supposed to help if I can't sense jack squat?” The street fighter grumbled, his green button down shirt fluttering a bit in the wind as a strong breeze blew by. “And what's with this freaky weather anyway. I've never seen such a red sky as this before.”

“It's a bad omen, I agree.” Kurama replied, walking faster as he felt drawn to an open field some distance in front of them. He came to a stop, surveying the area. Here. Right here. This is it. His senses screamed though nothing visible could be seen.

“This is kind of a dumb place to have a tunnel,” Kuwabara grumbled as he looked around. “It's just an open field.” He paused, looking over at the kitsune. “Are you sure this is the place where that distortion thing is causing all these problems?”

Botan shielded her eyes, trying to scope out the area, brow furrowed. “I don't see anything that looks like a tunnel.”

“Nor would you,” Kurama replied, hands in his pockets. “The distortion only shows up visually around the one using his energy to keep and expand the tunnel,” He looked down at the ground, his mind working in rapid succession. If the tunnel is not visible here, but the power is radiating below our feet, that means the ones behind this are underground. “This is indeed the center of the distortion zone. We need to contact Koenma and have him do an localized scan of this area. I'm willing to bet that underneath this ground there is a cave or a series of tunnels. We just need to find the entrance and plan accordingly on how to infiltrate it.”

“Underground? That's weird...” Kuwabara murmured.

The kitsune sensed someone nearby watching them and he whirled around, racing off, trying to catch them before they could escape.

“Kurama!” Botan cried, chasing after him, Kuwabara and Kaito close behind.

The kitsune rounded a small abandoned building, skidding to a stop at the edge of a field of tall grass, eyes narrowed as he studied the area before him. Where are you?

“Did you see something, Kurama?” Kuwabara asked.

“The question is... what saw us?” Kurama replied, his gaze still focused ahead.

“So were are being watched?” Kaito murmured, looking over at the kitsune. “They must already know we are looking for them.”

The red head's features tightened. If that is the case, then just how long have they been watching and what exactly do they know about us? He wondered.

“Are you sure you're not being jumpy?” The street fighter murmured. “I didn't notice anything odd.”

Botan quirked an eyebrow, looking over at Kuwabara. “What does that prove? You've lost your spiritual awareness, so how could you notice anything?”

The tall man glared at the girl, hands on his hips as he snapped. “You just love bringing that up, don't you?”

Kurama sighed inwardly at Kuwabara's outburst, keeping his gaze forward. Even though they've suppressed their ki, I know the enemy is nearby. We must be cautious and I must inform Koenma of the situation. “Let us head back and meet up with Yusuke's team,” The kitsune turned, leading the group away from the field, stopping near the sidewalk, his gaze shifting to the deity. “Botan could you please patch me through to Koenma's office?”

Botan nodded. “One toddler lord coming right up!” She replied with a grin, laying the detective case down, flipping it open, punching in the information, the screen flaring to life and she moved aside, letting Kurama crouch down to speak.

“Lord Koenma.” He greeted in a soft tone.

“Kurama, what is it, did you find the sensor point?” Jr. asked.

“We did but the surface area was barren. It is our belief that the culprits are currently underground. Most likely in a cave or tunnel system. A depth analysis should be performed at these coordinates,” He paused, relaying the information to the toddler lord before continuing. “We are also being followed and watched, so I'm reforming with Yusuke's group just to be safe.”

Koenma frowned, not liking the news but nodded. “A good idea. I will have information on that scan soon. Be careful and keep in contact if anything new develops.”

Kurama nodded in return then shut off the screen, rising to his feet. He looked at his watch, noting it was close to three pm. “Let's go find Yusuke and see what his group's found out.” The four of them headed back into the center of town, the kitsune walking to the right of the deity who growled,

“Ack... I swear these bugs have gotten worse since we arrived! I need one of those insect zapper things...” She drew out a fly swatter, swinging violently at the mass of demon pests as they swarmed about.

Kurama chuckled silently at her antics, turning his gaze over his shoulder as Kuwabara asked,

“What bugs? I don't see anything.”

“Well... there is a large infestation of Makai insects flying around us at the moment.” Kurama replied.

The street fighter rubbed his eyes, hoping it would help to see, grumbling when nothing presented itself to his line of sight. “Oh man... stupid lack of spiritual sense is really starting to piss me off.”

“Botan is right... their numbers have doubled from yesterday.” Kaito commented as he looked around, pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose.

“It is the tunnel expansion,” The kitsune replied, his features troubled as they continued further into the city. “It's growing at an exponential rate. I fear that Koenma's original estimate of the diameter reaching 2 kilometers and stabilizing is way off. If left unchecked, our enemy will succeed within a week, rather than 3.”

“What?! So soon?!” Botan exclaimed, lowering her fly swatter to look over at the red head. “Are you sure about that, Kurama?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” He answered, looking over at the ferry girl, concern in his heart at the fearful look in the deity's eyes. I'm sorry Peony, it's not that I want to frighten you, but I fear that we have precious little time left before the tunnel is completed. “That's why it's important for us to get the information from Koenma on the exact location of our enemies hideout and the tunnel so that we can end their plan to destroy this world and seal the tunnel back up.”

Botan bit her lip, studying the kitsune with worried eyes. All the talk of gloom and doom was depressing. And if Kurama's right, that means he'll have to fight soon. Fear flashed across her features at the thought of him being injured or worse. If he... if he dies... I'll have to take him to spirit world...We will forever be parted and I will be... alone...

Her fear was palpable, her worry over him visible in those troubled amethyst orbs and he longed to reach out and soothe her worry but knew he could not. Botan... Do not be afraid.... be strong and be brave... I will not fail you. Never again will I fail you. He vowed silently, trying to show her with his eyes what his voice could not say.

Botan flinched at the concern then strength reflected in the emerald pools of Kurama's eyes as he studied her in return. The truth in his gaze triggered the ferry girl's resolve and she reigned in her mind and her heart. I will not cause him to worry over me any more than he already does. I will be strong. I will be strong for the team. I will be strong for you, Kurama.

The red head's features softened, knowing she understood his feelings and his thoughts and he gave her a tender smile, blinking when he felt Kuwabara suddenly wrap and arm around his shoulder, leaning in to ask in a whisper,

“Hey, buddy, are we still being followed by the enemy?”

“No,” Kurama answered. “Our shadow left a few blocks back.”

Botan frowned. “If the enemy was so intent on following us, why would the suddenly stop?”

“A good question,” Kurama replied, features thoughtful. “Perhaps something has happened and the focus has shifted to Yusuke's group.”

“Well, strategically you never close an option unless you've made a decisive strike,” Kaito added. “If they have indeed left us, it is because Yusuke is the one under attack.”

“But wait, Genkai's with them. They won't get into trouble so long as she's there,” Botan commented, blinking as a police car raced past, sirens blaring. “Oh dear... that was odd timing...”

“There is no time to waste, let's find Yusuke and help him as best we can.” Kurama said in a commanding tone, taking the lead as they raced forward for several blocks, the kitsune skidding to a stop as a blast of familiar energy rocketed up into the sky.

“That's Urameshi's spirit gun!” Kuwabara cried, his gaze focused on the orb of energy as it disappeared through the reddened clouds.

“It is as you said, Kaito. Yusuke is indeed under attack,” Kurama murmured, lowering his gaze to rest a multistory pale yellow building, the words Daikyo Hospital written in kanji at the entrance. “Shall we check ourselves into the hospital?”

The four of them cautiously approached, Botan to the kitsune's left while Kuwabara and Kaito stood to the red head's right.

“Let's go kick some butt!” Kuwabara exclaimed, starting forward.

Kurama frowned, snaking out his arm, blocking the street fighter's path. “Stop...”

“What?” The taller man asked, features confused. “I'm ready, I can still fight...”

“No... that's not the point...” Kurama countered. “Just listen...” He added, eyes focused on the entrance doors. “It's too quiet.”

Botan looked around as well. “It is... that's not a good thing is it?” She asked, looking up at the kitsune while Kuwabara grumbled,

“So what? Hospitals are supposed to be quiet, right?”

Kaito stepped forward a bit, studying the hospital building. “It's the cause without the effect.”

“What are you talking about?” Kuwabara asked, frowning as he looked down at the smaller man.

“We saw Yusuke's energy blast through a window in the middle of the day,” Kaito began to explain. “Yet there are no police cars, no people running away, no activity at all.” He blinked and squirmed as the street fighter grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up.

“So what?!” Kuwabara growled, lowering the bookworm back down as Kurama spoke,

“So, curiosity is one of man's most predictable forces. If people don't come to see it is because they are unable to,” The red head answered, looking away from the orange haired human back to the hospital. “We must therefore assume the worst for everyone in that hospital. They are either detained, hurt, or dead. And that is why we are not being followed.”

Botan listened, looking up at the kitsune. “That does make sense. There is no way they'd walk into their own trap.”

“Indeed.” Kurama replied softly. He looked over at the deity. You are my heart, Botan. I cannot risk you being harmed in what is most certainly a trap. His gaze shifted over to the bookworm. Kaito is a civilian, not a fighter, so he should remain here. Lastly, the red head's eyes fell on the street fighter. Kuwabara cannot use his power but is physically able to protect Kaito and Botan if need be. “It is too risky for all of us to go inside,” The fox spirit spoke in a firm tone. “Especially with Kuwabara's condition.”

“Condition makes me sound like I'm rabid.” Kuwabara pouted as his shoulders dropped.

“You three stay here and wait for any developments. If I or no one else returns, I want you get as far away as possible from here and contact Koenma. As for me, I will go in alone.” Kurama replied, taking off towards the hospital at lightning speed.

Botan watched with worried eyes as the kitsune leaped up onto the first floor roof and she lifted her hand, resting it against her heart. “Please, be careful, Kurama. Please come back to me alive and unharmed.” She murmured as she stood helpless with the others, waiting to see what would happen.

Kurama assessed the situation as he leapt up onto the first floor roof. The front and back entrances are not viable options for entry, that leaves the rooftop. He drew out a rose, turning it into a whip, feeding it his power, elongating it and snapped his wrist, the plant shooting up to the fence that surrounded the roof, latching on and clinging to the chain link and he swung up, landing onto the rooftop, freezing for a second as a wave of strange ki swirled around him, the sensation similar to conditions when they had entered the House of Four Dimensions. A psychic's territory. I must take care and be on alert for any attack that could come my way. He crept past the sheets hanging on clothesline, ignoring their fluttering as he stood to the side of the rooftop door, reaching out with his right hand to turn the knob. He peered around, finding no enemy and he took the stairs that led down into the hospital.

His sensitive ears picked up the sound of buzzing and he whirled around, lashing out with his whip, obliterating a swarm of strange insects, fluid splattering onto the floor and he crouched down to examine the remnants of his would be attackers. “Strange.” He murmured, studying the syringe like mouths. Modified Makai insects. His gaze shifted to the green fluid, his brow furrowing. They must have spread a virus of some kind, infecting everyone in this building. Thoughts brewed, answers forming as he rose. Whoever did this must be affiliated with this hospital or medicine in general. That means Yusuke is up against some kind of doctor. I should hurry and see if I can help. He raced down the hall, taking two more flights of stairs, reaching the 8th floor, frowning at the sound of the elevator doors opening. He turned around, finding two forms jumping out as they were chased by a swarm of insects and the kitsune snapped his whip, destroying the virus carrying menaces, crouching down to talk to the pair, his eyes widening as the taller of the two looked up. “Shizuru?” His gaze shifted over to the smaller female. “Keiko? What are you two doing here?”

“Puu....” Yusuke's spirit animal sounded out, drawing the red head's attention.

“Ah, and Puu as well... he must have led you here...”

“Yeah... and this hospital is a war zone right now,” Shizuru murmured, rising as she reached out to help Keiko up. “The little bastards got to Keiko. We need to get her help.”

Kurama nodded as he rose, his back snapping as he felt a rise in Yusuke's ki then the territory suddenly vanishing. The kitsune looked over at Keiko, the green hue to her skin gone. So you managed to defeat the enemy. Good job, Yusuke. “Come... let's go find Yusuke.” He led the two women down to the first floor, his eyes going over to Botan who was crouched down, healing the wounded form of Yana. A nurses costume? Interesting choice. Must have been his way of getting close to the enemy to injure him.

The sound of sirens blaring drew everyone's attention.

“We need to move,” Genkai began, heading towards the entrance doors. “This is a crime scene we do not want to be caught up in.”

“I will stay and make sure Kido gets good treatment.” Kaito said, standing next to Yana who added,

“Me too.”

“Alright... you guys be careful then...” Yusuke replied as he raced out besides his mentor.

Kurama followed, Botan at his side. The group headed towards the train station, entering an unoccupied car, settling down as the train began to depart, heading for Tokyo.

“So uh, Urameshi, what the heck happened in that hospital?” Kuwabara asked, drawing the group's attention to the detective.

“Before we get to that, there are some facts about our enemy you need to be aware of,” Genkai interjected. “During our search, we found a mind reader named Murota who gave us insight into the thoughts of the leader of a group of seven human psychics.”

“Seven?” Kurama murmured. “That doesn't seem to be very many.”

“True,” Genkai replied, looking over at the red head. “But these seven have rather unique names that must match their powers.”

“What were they called?” Botan asked, features and eyes curious.

“Sniper, Gatekeeper, Gamemaster, Seaman, Gourmet, Doctor, and Black Angel.” Genkai answered. “These seven are all one group, the leader of whom is rather... hateful to human kind. He wants to wipe out the entire race and he wants demons to do the dirty work.”

“This leader,” Kurama began, studying the pink haired human female with curious eyes, “Did you manage to get a good look at him?”

“Yeah...” Yusuke said with a nod. “He was a tall guy, with a strange spot on his forehead. And his eyes... they were...” He paused, hesitating to talk about his feelings of fear about the enemy. “Really freaking spooky. It was like... what I was seeing... wasn't the real him... but somebody else. It was creepy.”

“There was something odd about him, I agree,” Genkai said softly. “There was a lot of darkness and pure hatred in this man's thoughts according to Murota. When the mind reader was struck by a pencil eraser, we took him to the hospital and it was there we had a run in with the psychic called Doctor.”

“Pencil eraser? How the heck can that do damage?” Kuwabara asked.

“It was infused with a rather precise amount of ki. The attacker struck from over 300 yards away with the exact pressure to pierce the skin but not break the bone.” Genkai explained.

“So it was not the leader but rather one of his men, most likely the one called Sniper, that attacked Murota.” Kurama replied.

“I think that as well,” Genkai said with a nod. “When we encountered the Doctor's territory, the hospital became infested with genetically modified insects. Yusuke managed to knock the human psychic out, thus breaking his territory and reversing the virus.”

“That Doctor guy though, he was really crazy,” Yusuke commented, brow furrowed. “Ranting about the evils of humans and how we all deserved to die. He was quick to fight... it's like he was taking it personal... like he was on a war path or something...”

Kurama's features turned thoughtful. “Wrathful, perhaps?” He murmured, looking over at the detective.

“If that means pissed off and wanting to kill everyone and everything in his path, then yeah, that's what he was.” The dark haired boy replied.

Hmm... Interesting... Kurama thought. Humans... seven of them... if the others are like their leader and this Doctor, they all hate humanity. But why? What did they see or learn that caused such a shift in perspective? Kurama blinked, drawn out of his thoughts by the sudden sound of Yusuke's voice,

“Hey fox boy, why don't you share with the rest of the class?”

“Oh, sorry... did you have a question?” Kurama asked, looking over at the smaller boy.

The head detective studied the red head with surprised orbs. Man, Kurama really gets lost inside his own head sometimes. “I asked why you mentioned that word. What's so important about it?”

“Well... I was just thinking that it's an interesting number. Seven. And such strange nicknames. If they do refer to their abilities, it begs the question what exactly is each person's power and how accurate their control of their ki must be. The doctor used his medical skill, amplified by his abilities, to kill. The one called sniper can condense his energy and make it as strong or as weak as he wants and can unleash them through what must be telekinetic power at his target from a very long range. That suggests a highly skilled mind and talent. I do believe none of the remaining members will be any easier to figure out and deal with.” Kurama explained.

“But we will have to deal with them just the same,” Genkai said, features fixed in an expression of caution as she looked at each member of the team. “We will have to be very careful these next few days. Whatever our enemy is planning, we are now part of it and it would not surprise me to have another trap waiting for us the next time we meet. So we must all be very aware of our surroundings. Do not let your guard down and do not stray far away from each other.”

Everyone nodded, features grim as the train continued it's course for Tokyo. Once back in the city, they departed towards their perspective homes, promising to keep safe, the skyline free and clear of the darkness that had infected Mushiyori City. Kurama walked quietly beside Botan, heading down the sidewalk that led to his home.

“Do you think they will attack us, Kurama?” Botan asked, looking over at the red head. He'd been strangely quiet since they had left the station and she knew he was trying to figure out the motivation of their enemy.

The kitsune kept his gaze forward, voice soft as he answered, “Yes, I do. The question is when and where. They are organized and highly gifted in their power. That suggests they know who we are and what we are capable of. They also know we are an active threat to their plan and they will seek to eliminate that threat by whatever means possible.” He paused, voice shifting into a worried tone as he added, “I fear for the safety of everyone. I fear for my mother... and I fear for you, Botan.” He turned to look at her, his handsome features full of concern. “I have failed to protect you twice, Peony. I do not want to lose you again. Especially to this group.”

She knew he worried for her out of love he held for her. You try so hard to stay strong and keep your emotions under control, but you need to be comforted too, Kurama. The deity reached out, touching his face, looking up at the red head as he stopped and turned to face her. “I know you love me and you love your family. I know you want to keep us safe from harm. But you must not dwell too much over our safety, Kurama. I do not want you hesitating when you go off to fight. If you hesitate, you could die and I would be broken from your loss.”

Kurama leaned into her hand, nuzzling her wrist, knowing she was trying to ease his worry and he loved her all the more for it. And I enjoy her touch, even if it's only in comfort. “My mind understands that, Botan. It is my heart that is unwilling to let go and have faith that you will be alright in the battle that is sure to come. You cannot fault me for how I feel.”

Botan blushed at the nuzzle to her wrist, listening to his words as she moved closer to him. “I will never fault you for how you feel, Kurama,” She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder as she hugged him, whispering, “I just want you to be able to fight, win, and come back to me. That is all I ask for.”

Kurama wrapped his arms around her in turn, holding her close to him, reveling in the closeness, feeling her love for him and he returned it, not wanting to let go as he murmured. “I will always return to you, Botan. No matter what happens, I will return to you.” He turned his head to nuzzle her crown, not worried about who would see or hear, happy at how freeing it felt to be open with his emotions towards her.

“Shuichi?”

Kurama blinked at the all too familiar voice and he turned his gaze to his left, finding his mother staring at the pair in surprise and... joy... “Mother...” He whispered, slowly releasing his hold around Botan.

“Mrs. Minamino...” The deity replied, her gaze falling on the bags the human female held in her hand. “Let me help you with that...” She offered, pulling away from the kitsune who let go, also heading towards his mother, taking most of the bags, allowing Botan to hold two.

Shiori studied the two teens, giving them a grateful smile. “Thank you. Those bags were getting a bit heavy.”

“You should have waited until I came home, mother,” Kurama chided softly. “I would have gone to the store for you.”

“I'm quite capable of going to the corner store, Shuichi.” Shiori returned in a light voice. “It's really just a few things for the house,” She paused, trying not to sound too excited as she spoke,“I must say I was surprised to see you and Botan holding each other though. Were you upset about something, Shuichi?” She asked, looking over at her son who blushed, murmuring softly,

“No... I wasn't upset... I was just...” His brow furrowed. Why was it so difficult to talk about how he felt towards Botan?

“I'm afraid it's all my fault, Mrs. Minamino,” Botan replied, a shy smile on her face as she continued, “Shuichi was concerned about me and I wanted to reassure him that I would be alright and to not worry so much.”

“What were you concerned about, Shuichi?” Shiori asked.

Kurama's brow furrowed. Is it the right time to tell her the truth about us? He wondered. Yes, it is. He answered silently. I don't want to hide how I feel about her anymore, especially in front of my mother. “Well, it's just that Botan is having a bit of trouble at home and I wanted to make sure she was alright. Which she assured me she was fine and not to fret so much over her... well being. But I'm afraid I cannot help how I feel towards her,” He paused, settling his nerves as he added. “I love her after all and it's only natural to worry about those you care about, is that not right, mother?”

Joy lit up the human female's pretty features. I was right! They are in love with each other! And they finally admitted to it! “Oh, Shuichi, does this mean that you and Botan are....”

“In love with each other... yes, we are...” Kurama admitted, feeling no shame in sharing the truth.

Botan blushed at the open and honest words from the kitsune, her heart fluttering at the pride she could hear in his voice. “It's true. I love Shuichi and he loves me.” She murmured shyly.

This is wonderful news! Shiori's mind shouted, dancing with giddiness in the knowledge that her son had found someone he loved and who loved him in return. Not that I didn't see this coming from a mile away. She added, grinning inwardly. “I'm so happy for you both!” She hugged her son and then the deity. “This calls for a celebration!” She added, joy and pride on her face as she studied the young couple.

“Mother... that is not necessary... we're... dating... not getting married...”

“Nonsense. It's not everyday your only son finds someone special to his heart,” Shiori waved a hand at her child. She looked over at Botan, smiling happily at the girl. “I just knew you loved Shuichi.. and I knew he loved you... I'm happy you were able to break down those walls of his... I can see when he looks at you how deeply his love for you goes.”

Botan blushed darkly. “Mrs. Minamino... well...” she paused a happy smile forming on her lips as her bubbly personality shone through. “I couldn't help but fall in love with Shuichi... He's kind, caring, strong, brave, and beautiful... what's not to love?!”

“Botan...” Kurama murmured, feeling heat on his cheeks again. It felt strange to blush so much around the two women he loved most in the world. But it can't be helped I suppose.

Shiori laughed softly at her son's reaction to such praise and started forward, linking her arms with the two teens. “Let's get home and I'll make a nice dinner for you two before I head out with Kazuya, okay?”

“That would be great, Mrs. Minamino.” Botan replied. “Can I help?”

“Of course!” Shiori replied with a smile. “And you can call me Shiori, Botan.” And maybe in 7-8 years, mom. She added silently, her mind already thinking of what her grandchildren would like. No matter what gender, they will be beautiful children... just like their parents. She thought wistfully as the three of them walked through the gate and in side the house.

June 19, 1993 Minamino Residence

After dinner, Shiori got ready for her date with Kazuya then kissed Shuichi goodbye on the cheek and hugged the deity, heading out to meet up with her soon to be husband, leaving the pair alone and they headed up the stairs and into Kurama's room.

“Your mom is very sweet, Kurama.” Botan said with a happy smile.

“She is,” Kurama agreed, walking over to sit down on his desk chair. “It was a relief to finally share with her how I feel about you, Botan. And she seemed very pleased to know you and I are... dating...”

“I think because she's been worried about you, Kurama,” Botan replied, walking over to the music rack near the kitsune's guitars, perusing the mix of cassette and CD selections neatly stacked and sorted alphabetically.

Kurama swiveled his chair around to face her. “Worried?”

The deity crouched down, looking through the row marked by the Romanji letter N, nodding as she spoke. “Worried about your future. I think, though I could be wrong, that she was worried at how reserved you were. She worried that you had closed yourself off from others because you did not want to be hurt.” She paused, pulling out a CD, walking over to the player, pushing the open button, a tray sliding out and she lay the disc inside, watching as it closed, flipping the case in her hand over, looking at the various tracks as she pushed the ff button then hit pause.

Kurama watched her, tilting his head, smiling at her answer. “You're rather perceptive sometimes, Botan. I believe you are right,” He rose, going over to stand next to her. “So what music are we listening to tonight, hmm?”

She turned to look up at him, handing him the case. “I was hoping we could listen to few of the songs on here.”

He cast his gaze down, the words Stevie Nicks Rock a Little written in English on the cover and he smiled. “This singer is one of my mother's favorites,” He murmured, lifting his head to study her. “You sang one of her songs to me... long ago...”

The deity blushed, recalling that moment in her room, whispering, “I remember... I like her lyrics... many of her songs remind me of how I feel about you... especially this one...” She pointed to the song listed 7th on the back.

Kurama smiled. “Do you know the lyrics to it?”

“Well... yes... I confess I have listened to most of your music when I'm here alone... waiting for you to come home...” She admitted, shuffling her feet a bit.

The kitsune chuckled softly.

“What?” Botan pouted, looking back up at him.

“Nothing... I just find your expressions cute when you confess to something.” Kurama answered, giving her a playful smile.

She crossed her arms, turning away from him in faux irritation. “Hmph... laughing at me... see if I sing anymore to you...”

He blinked, features softening, a tender tone in his voice now. “I'm sorry, I won't laugh anymore, I promise.”

She turned around, smiling. “Promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die...” He replied, making a motion across his chest.

Her features fell and she reached, taking his hand. “Please don't talk about dying... even in jest...”

Kurama felt her worry and his brow furrowed. “Botan...”

“I can't help it,” The deity murmured, keeping hold of his hand. “Every time something happens and you have to go, I feel scared for you. The thought of losing you... frightens me...” She paused. “I know you have a job to do. That you have to risk your life in order to do it, but still I worry... Just don't make light of dying, okay?”

He squeezed her hand gently, wanting to comfort and reassure her. “Alright...” The kitsune gave her a warm smile, trying to lighten the mood as he asked, “Do you want to play the song and listen or sing with it?”

The deity relaxed at his smile and his touch, blushing a bit as she whispered. “I want to sing along with it... to you, Kurama.” Despite knowing he loved her and she loved him, music was the most comfortable way for her to express her emotion. And I want him to understand the depth of my feelings for him. “I mean... if that's alright... I don't want to make you embarrassed...”

“Botan, why would I be embarrassed?” Kurama countered. “I have told you many times that I find your voice beautiful. Every time you sing to me, I treasure it,” He lifted her hand, kissing the top of it as he whispered, “Do not ever be afraid of sharing anything with me... especially music.”

The ferry girl's heart fluttered at his words, knees weakening at the look he gave her but she nodded, watching as he reached out with his free hand, pushing the play button. She looked up at him, steadying her resolve to express with song what she was still too shy to do with her body and she began to sing, her voice soft, loving, and feminine:

I can see we're thinkin' 'bout the same things
Yes, I see your expression when the phone rings
We both know there's something happenin' here

There's no sense in dancing 'round the subject
A wound gets worse when it's treated with neglect
Well don't turn now, there's nothing here to fear

You can talk to me
Talk to me
You can talk to me
You can set your secrets free, baby

Dusty words lying under carpets
Seldom heard, well, must you keep your secrets
Locked inside, hidden deep from view?

Was it all that hard, is it all that tough?
Now, I've shown you all my cards, well isn't that enough?
You can hide your hurt, but there's something you can do

You can talk to me
You can talk to me
When you're down now
You can talk to me
T-t-talk to me

Though we lay face to face and cheek to cheek
Our voices stray from the common ground where they could meet
The walls run high to veil a swelling tear

Oh, let the walls burn down, set your secrets free
You can break their bounds, 'cause you're safe with me
You can lose your doubt, 'cause you'll find no danger here

You can talk to me
Talk to me
When you're down now
You can talk to me
You can set your secrets free, baby

Well, I can see that expression when the phone rings
And I can see that we're thinkin' 'bout the same things
Is it all that hard, is it all that tough?
Well, I know you've taken all that there is, isn't that enough?

Well, I can see you baby
I can see you runnin'
Well, I can see you baby
Well I can see you runnin'
Talk to me

The kitsune felt the rising emotion in the girl as she sang to him, hearing her pulse quicken, her pupils dilate, his own body responding, though he kept himself in control. There was longing in her voice... a desire to give comfort and to receive it... to share in the pain and the sorrow... and love... pure and strong... gentle yet powerful... Just as he had bared his soul to her, she was baring hers to him, reaching his heart with her voice and his breath caught in his throat, awestruck by her radiant light and beauty. “Botan...” He whispered reverently when she had finished singing, reaching out to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers, lowering his forehead to rest against hers. “Sweet, wonderful, Peony... That was beautiful... Thank you, koishii... I love you, too...”

Botan leaned into his touch, closing her eyes at the closeness of him. “I sing for you, Kurama... This is how I feel... I'm sorry... I'm not better... at expressing how I feel...”

He understood her meaning, smiling tenderly as he whispered. “In time... you and I will be able to express ourselves... in other ways... but it is right... to take our time... I do not want to hurt you...”

“I know... I trust you...” She replied, opening her eyes and pulling back to look up at him. “You must think I'm silly... for my worry...”

“Your feelings aren't silly to me, Botan,” Kurama replied, studying her in open adoration. “Never to me.”

Botan felt the intensity of his gaze and bit her lip, “Kurama...”

He wanted to kiss her then but knew it would lead to things they were not quite ready for. Instead he leaned in, nuzzling his nose against hers, pushing his Youko self down, remaining Shuichi as he spoke. “Do not worry, Peony... I love you as you are... never doubt that...” He pulled back slowly, the music still playing, flashing her a warm smile to ease her nervousness. “Shall we listen to some more music or do you wish to get some sleep?”

Botan relaxed at his smile and nodded. “I would like to listen to music for a while longer, if that's alright.”

“Of course it is, Botan.” The red head replied, reluctantly pulling away from her, heading over to his desk. “There is something I wish to work on as well before we head to bed.”

Botan watched him sit down on his desk chair, features and voice curious. “Is it something I can help with?” She asked, moving over to sit on the edge of the bed.

Kurama pulled out a notebook, grabbing a black ink pen as his features became business like. “Well, perhaps... I've been going over what's occurred the last few days, trying to understand our enemy better,” He began to write as he explained. “We know there are seven psychics, each with their own nicknames. We know the identity of the one called Doctor. His power fit with his personality and his work. His behavior, according to Yusuke, was violent and angry... lashing out at some perceived wrong done by humans.”

“I remember,” Botan replied, studying the red head. “You said something about it being wrathful...”

“Very good, Botan,” Kurama said with a nod as he continued to write. “He wanted humans punished for their wrongs... he believed they deserved to die... and he would be the instrument of their destruction. He also wanted to die at the hands of demons for his own crimes. Rather strange behavior, even for one as messed up as this man appears to be.”

“You think he was brainwashed?”

Kurama paused, voice soft. “I think it's possible... The question is, how was it achieved?” He looked down at his paper, writing more ideas down. “Then there is the leader. A tall man with a strange dot on his forehead and who is not what he appears to be. It is his plan to destroy Ningenkai by opening a tunnel to Makai and allowing demons to invade. His hatred must run very deep towards humanity. But what triggered this desire to kill so many innocent people?”

“Could he be sick?” Botan asked.

Kurama's features turned thoughtful. “Sick... yes... in the heart or the mind... or the body.... perhaps all three... But that is no excuse for what he plans to do. That is why we must stop him.”

He stopped writing turning to face the girl. “Do you know about the seven deadly sins, Botan?”

The deity blinked at his question but nodded. “Yes, but what does that have to do with our enemy?”

“Perhaps nothing or everything,” He commented, handing her his notebook. “I admit this is all conjecture on my part but it could prove useful later on down the road when we have to face the enemy.”

Botan looked down at the notebook, reading what was written. “Black Angel- The leader. Warped personality and unstable mind but goal orientated... like a fallen angel perhaps? Wrath... Doctor-captured, medical skill used to kill, also wrath. Sniper- An assassin like personality who uses deadly telekinetic power to shoot his target. Any object may become a weapon to him, pride. Gatekeeper- the psychic controlling the tunnel, envy, lust, or greed... Gamemaster- person that controls games...or is a planner of games, sloth...Gourmet-food or internal territory of some kind, gluttony. Seaman-another name for a sailor... water based power of some kind, envy, lust, or greed. Each representing a different sin...” She finished, looking back up at him. “So you think these are their powers? And that the leader is mentally unstable?”

“I do... though I was not there to see this black angel first hand, I know about darkness... and something very dark and very dangerous lives in that man's mind. Why else would he concoct a scheme to destroy this world and use humans to do it?”

Botan was drawn to the kitsune's intellect, finding his mind just as sexy as his heart and his physical form and she smiled. “I think you're right, Kurama,” She replied, handing him back the notebook. “You should show this to Koenma. Maybe he has some files that will help us solve who the leader is and why he turned out the way he did.”

Kurama nodded, taking the outstretched notebook. “That is my plan, Botan.” There is also the matter of Koenma's strange behavior as well that I want to question him about. He added silently.

The music ended and the ferry girl rose up, opening the player, retrieving the disc and placing it gently back into the case, returning it to it's original spot. Botan turned, looking over at the kitsune. “I' a bit tired out from today. I think I will head to bed.”

Kurama smiled softly. “I think I will head to bed, too.”

Botan grinned at his answer. “Great minds do think alike.”

The kitsune chuckled, eyes full of mirth. “Indeed they do.” He replied, rising.

The pair changed into their night attire sliding into bed.

Kurama reached out to wrap his arms around her, pulling her gently to him, eyes fluttering a bit at how wonderful her supple form felt against his solid one, voice lower than he intended as he whispered. “I enjoy having you in my arms, Botan.”

The deity's body reacted to the contact but her mind held back the growing and less than pure feelings she had for the red head, the timbre in his voice making her shiver a bit as she replied, “I... that is...” She blushed, unable to voice her feelings without sounding silly.

Kurama blinked when her voice died out, features softening, his tone more loving than lustful now. “Sweet Peony, forgive me... I did not mean to frighten you... It is just that holding you so close... makes me feel... alive... and loved...”

Botan bit her lip but replied in a gentle tone. “I know... but there is nothing to forgive you for. I quite like being in your arms.” She replied but dare not raise her eyes to study him, excited but fearful of what she'd find in those emerald pools that studied her so intently.

His brow furrowed at the conflicted thoughts and feelings. His body wanted one thing but his mind and his heart held him back.I love her... and I want her... but it is too soon... I want her to be comfortable... I want it to be right and loving... not filled with lust and quickly forgotten... He relaxed his body, kissing her crown, determined to take his time. “I am glad that you do, Botan. I would be hurt if you were frightened of me.”

Botan frowned. “I'm not frightened of you, Kurama. I'm just... new to all this... the intensity of these feelings... it's exciting but scary at the same time...”

He smiled, understanding in his features. “Do not worry, Botan. I will never push you to do anything you don't want to do. The decision is always yours. I am content as we are now and I don't want to change things simply due to base desires. We are more than that... I love you too much to take what you are not willing or not ready to give...”

His words affected her heart and she lifted her gaze to study him. “You don't think less of me then?”

“No, love,” Kurama replied in a tender tone, wanting to comfort and reassure her of his feelings for her. “I will never think less of you over this. I love your heart, your body, your personality, your beauty, your bravery, and your smile.. I love you, Botan. No matter what we do or don't do, my love for you will not change.”

Botan felt tears in her eyes as she whispered, her voice loving in it's fierceness. “Love you too, Kurama. I will always love you. No matter what.”

The red head hugged her, nuzzling her crown. “Rest then with me, koishii...” He whispered, closing his eyes, willing himself to sleep, the deity following him into the land of dreams as the moon claimed the sky and the air grew quiet.

June 20, 1993 Minamino Residence

Shiori woke early as she usually did on Sundays and headed out to the kitchen, setting up her coffee maker as she rubbed her eyes and stretched. She took out a griddle pan, humming softly as she began to make a western style breakfast, Shuichi's favorite morning ritual. She whipped up some buttermilk pancakes, flipping each one expertly, stacking them neatly in a warmer before working on the bacon, setting that in the warmer as well. Scrambled eggs came last and she smiled, heading up the stairs to wake Shuichi. She knocked softly, brow furrowed when she heard no response and she opened the door, poking her head inside, “Good morning, Shuichi, I made your break...”

Her voice died out at the sight of her son snuggled in bed with Botan, eyes widening as she quickly shut the door and turned. Did I really just see that? She wondered. Turning back around she opened the door again, peeking inside. There was no mistake. Shuichi was sleeping next to Botan, their arms wrapped around each other, angelic expressions on their faces. Thank God they're both clothed at least! She cried mentally. She frowned, unsure what to do. On the one hand, I don't necessarily approve of them sharing the same bed, even if they are dating. But I also... understand that Shuichi and Botan love each other and it's only natural to want to be together...Worry grabbed her heart and she blushed. God, I hope they haven't... Gah... I never gave him the talk before... How do I do go about that without upsetting him? She heard movement and quickly but quietly closed the door, sneaking back downstairs and into the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee, managing to sit down and focus her thoughts as her son entered, rubbing his eyes.

“Good morning, mother,” Kurama greeted, his stomach rumbling at the pleasing aroma of food.

“Good morning, Shuichi,” Shiori replied, watching her son as he lifted the lids off the warming pans and inhaled.

“You've outdone yourself again, mother,” The red head said softly, eyeing the food as he took down a plate. “It looks delicious.” He scooped up some eggs, using tongs for the bacon and a fork for the pancakes, heading towards the fridge for some syrup, going still as his mother called out,

“You should make a plate for Botan as well.”

Kurama froze, nearly dropping his plate as he sat it on the counter, his back to her, hiding his surprise and his worry. “Mother, I...”

“It's alright, Shuichi...” The human female said in a reassuring tone. “I'm not angry, though I am a bit shocked. How long has this been going on?”

“Nothing has been going on, mother. We sleep together...” He winced at the connotation, quickly correcting himself. “I mean we rest with each other and have been for over a month now.”

“You rest together? You love each other and have only rested beside each other and nothing more than that?” Shiori asked, finding it hard to believe. After all, when Takashi held me, the last thing we did was rest. Her thoughts trailed off for a moment and she had to shake her head at the naughty tangent, worrying over her son doing the same things to Botan that her dead husband had done with her. Bad Shiori, mustn't think like that! She chided herself before continuing.

“I know it sounds... odd... but it's true. Botan rests with me due to a traumatic event... I wanted to help her... when she slept in my arms, the nightmares went away...” Kurama explained. “I would never dishonor Botan in anyway. I love her too much to do that.”

Shiori's features softened. “I know you are a gentleman, Shuichi. I raised you that way,” She paused, trying to figure out how to word what she wanted to say next. “Come sit down and we'll talk.”

Kurama's brow furrowed but he complied, going over to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair to his mother's left, sitting down, facing her as he waited for her to speak.

Shiori felt the weight of his stare and she drew in a breath, letting it out slowly. I can do this, though I wish you were hear to tell him instead, Takashi. “Shuichi, I know you and I have never talked about... men and women before... but given this new development, I feel I have to.... say something... about it.”

Kurama knew where the conversation was headed, heat coming to his cheeks, even though he was well aware of the mechanics and the basics of sex. “Mother... I.. that is... we haven't...” He stammered out, blinking as the human female interjected,

“I know you haven't done anything with, Botan, Shuichi. But please hear me out, okay?”

The kitsune nodded, wanting to escape for some reason but unable to do so. I must listen to what she has to say, even if it is embarrassing.

“I know what it's like to be young and in love, Shuichi. If I didn't, you wouldn't have been born,” She began, trying to keep from sounding too contrite or foolish as she continued, “The feelings in the beginning of a relationship are intense and the desire to express those feelings on a physical level is very powerful. As a man, you have to understand that women have very fragile hearts. For them to give themselves to another they do it out of love and a willingness to please their partner. You must never try to coerce or force what you want onto them or they will hate you for it and run from you in fear.”

Kurama frowned, voice soft. “You sound like you say that from personal experience, mother... did father...”

“No,” Shiori countered quickly. “Your father was a gentle and loving man. When I was with him, I knew he loved me with all his heart. But before I met your father, there was another man who tried to make me do things I did not want to do.”

Anger filled the kitsune's heart. “What was his name?” He asked in a deceptively soft voice.

“It's not important now,” Shiori replied. “Your father took care of that man.”

Kurama blinked. “My father took care of him?”

Am I doing this the right way?Shiori wondered as she studied her son, blinking at what she thought were flecks of gold in his usually placid emerald eyes but shook her head. I'm imagining things.She rationalized. “Yes, your father, a normally quiet and gentle man, found this man.. trying to hurt me and proceeded to beat him so badly, the man's jaw was broken. After that, I was never bothered again. I fell in love with your father and that is how you came to be. So as I said, it's not important now. What is important is that you understand that there's more at stake than simply enjoying sexual activity.”

Kurama silently approved of his deceased human father's actions, blushing again at her last words. “Mother...”

“Please listen to me, Shuichi...” Shiori continued. “I know you're intelligent enough to understand how your body works and how it reacts around females. I also know that you don't need me to go into detail of the act of sex itself... I simply want you to think before acting impulsively. As much as the idea of grandchildren thrills me to no end, I would prefer it if you both wait for a while before engaging in anything physical and when you eventually do, that you are careful and use protection.”

He slid down into his chair, mortified at the discussion, his rational mind understanding though such talk still embarrassed him. This is my mother talking about sex... that must be why it's so awkward. “I promise I will never hurt, Botan, mother. I love her too much to do anything that would make her run from me.”

She reached out, patting his hand. “I know you won't, Shuichi. Just remember what I said and take your time... learn to appreciate each other because there's more to life than sex.”

Kurama nodded, clearing his throat. “Can I... Can I go now?”

Shiori drew back her hand, smiling. “Of course, Shuichi. You should take your breakfast upstairs and make a plate for Botan, too. I'm sure she's hungry.”

The red head rose from the table, sliding the chair back into place, voice soft and respectful. “Thank you, mother. I am glad we had this talk.” He gave her a slight bow of his head, making a plate up for Botan, grabbing two forks and knives, two small glasses and a jug of OJ balancing the plates perfectly along his left arm as he headed back upstairs.

Well, that went well I think. Shiori said as she took a drink of coffee from her cup then rose, making herself a plate of food.

Kurama closed the door to his room, walking over to the desk, laying the plates and silverware down, going over to the deity as he reached out and gently shook her shoulder. “Peony, time to get up and have some breakfast...”

The ferry girl mumbled but shifted, eyelids fluttering open as she looked up at the kitsune. “Breakfast?” She asked, sitting up.

“Yes, breakfast,” Kurama answered, pointing over at the desk. “My mother always makes breakfast like this on Sundays.”

“That's really sweet of her, Kurama,” Botan replied, tossing the covers off her legs. “Let me use the bathroom real quick and I'll join you.”

He nodded, waiting, smiling as she returned a few moments later and sat down on the edge of the bed, blinking as Kurama made a gesture at the desk chair. “You can sit there, Botan. I'll sit on the bed.”

She smiled and rose, sitting where he motioned, digging in, taking an occasional drink from the glass of OJ the kitsune poured for her. When she'd finished she patted her stomach. “That was a lot of food, Kurama. Your mom is such a good cook.”

“She is at that,” He replied, gathering their dishes, placing them on the side of the desk. “But she was rather... surprised... to find you and I in the same bed together...”

Botan flinched, swiveling the chair around to face him. “Huh?”

“She found you and I sleeping together this morning, Botan,” Kurama repeated. “She... gave me.. the talk...”

The ferry girl quirked an eyebrow then giggled, imagining the usually cool, calm, and collected Kurama having to listen to his mother talk about sex. “Oh boy... I bet you were blushing up a storm as well...”

“I'm so glad you find this amusing,” Kurama replied dryly.

Botan grinned but composed herself. “Yes, yes, I do... Come on, you can't tell me your a bit amused as well... You're a 1000 years old and must have had lots of previous... er... relations with females in your lifetime as Youko... and yet you still got the... talk... from your human mother no less...”

The kitsune sighed. “Well, if we're being honest... then yes... but it's been about... 18 years since I've last had sex... I'm not even sure I remember how to do it properly...” He said with a straight face though his eyes twinkled.

“Silly!” Botan said with a grin, enjoying his dry sense of humor, her head snapping to the side as the detective case began beeping. “Koenma's calling at this hour?” She murmured, rising out of the chair. She walked over to the case, bringing it to the desk, flipping it open as she looked down at the screen.

“Botan, are you near Yusuke's? It's urgent that he gets this new information...” He started then frowned. “Are you wearing pajamas?”

“Well, good morning to you too, Lord Koenma sir,” She returned, features annoyed. “What else do you think I'd be wearing at 7 o'clock in the morning?”

“Er... right...” Koenma replied, features turning serious. “We've completed an analysis on the tunnel and it's expanding at a much faster rate than we thought. Our time line is now down to one week.”

“One week?! That doesn't leave us very much time at all!” Botan cried.

“We messed up in our calculations,” Koenma replied. “Thanks to Kurama's information, we completed the depth scan and found out the center point is 550 meters under the surface. We have, however found an entrance into the elaborate cave system in a suburb of Mushiyori City. The entrance has the most appropriate title: Demon's Door.” He paused, then added. “Head to Yusuke's and inform him of what's going on. We'll have to gather the team and think of a strategy when we storm that cave system, Koenma out.”

The screen went black and Botan shut the case. “Well, he certainly never has any good news to deliver does he?”

Kurama, who had been listening, frowned. “No... and the time line is as I suspected. We have no time to rest so we must do as Koenma says and gather together to come up with a plan before we go into that cave system.”

Botan watched as the red head went over to his closet, grabbing one of his fighting outfits, slinging it over his shoulder. “Are you heading up to Reikai then?” She asked.

“Yes.” He answered, moving over to her. “And you will be heading to Yusuke's to inform him of the news.”

The deity nodded. “It is my job as the head detective's assistant and this news is very troubling.” She bit her lip then asked, “But you'll join us later, right?”

“Of course. I will meet up with you and the others after I talk to Koenma in person.”

“But why can't you talk to him using the screen?”

“Because there is something I think Koenma is holding back and I want to confront him in person to test my theory,” Kurama replied, features softening as he added, “Please be careful, Peony. Once you are at Yusuke's, stick close to the detective. I don't want you hurt.”

His concern for her always melted her heart and she nodded, moving over to kiss his cheek. “You be careful, too. And please do not push Koenma too far. I don't want the SDF to get involved.”

He leaned into the kiss, returning it as he shifted to whisper in her ear. “I will behave myself and return to your side as soon as I can.”

Botan enjoyed the contact and the way he whispered in her ear. Do you realize how easily you affect me, Kurama?She wondered, watching as he walked into the bathroom. She changed quickly, climbing out the window, materializing her oar as she headed towards Yusuke's apartment.

Kurama meanwhile exited the bathroom, already missing the girl as he sighed and slipped on his black fighting shoes. He wrote a quick note for his mother before leaping out the window, heading for the nearest portal that would take him to Spirit World.