Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ Blindsided ( Chapter 17 )

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Chapter 17-Blindsided

June 20,1993 Yusuke's apartment

“So let me get this straight,” Yusuke began looking over at Botan. “Toddler breath wanted you to tell me about the tunnel expanding faster than he thought. That we've got one week instead of three? And to gather everyone together to plan a strategy? That about cover it?”

“Yep!” Botan replied, beaming at him.

“Okay...” Yusuke replied, quirking an eyebrow. Is it just me or does she seem really bubbly today? His features shifted to match the teasing tone in his voice. “So uh... where's Kurama? Did you wear him out or something last night?”

Botan's features flushed. “I did nothing of the sort!” She snapped, glaring at him in irritation. “If you must know, Kurama went up to Reikai to talk to Koenma!”

The head detective blinked. “Why did he wanna go all the way up there when he could use your case thingie?”

“Well,” Botan began, features shifting into a troubled look. “He said something about wanting to confront Koenma directly but as to what I have no idea.”

Yusuke frowned. “Well, in any case, I guess we won't be seeing fox boy until later,” He went to the door, grabbing his shoes, sliding them on. “So let's go see what Kuwabara's up to then call the rest of the group and see who we can get to join us.”

Botan nodded, following Yusuke out the door as they headed over to the street fighter's home.

June 20,1993 Kuwabara Residence

“Oh, hey guys!” Kuwabara greeted his best friend and the ferry girl when he opened the door. “I didn't expect to see you two today! What's up?”

“You mean, other than the potential end of the world? Not much....” Yusuke replied sarcastically. “Koenma said we have a week before the tunnel's completed and we need to gather and form a plan to go after those bastards.”

“Yeah, about that...” Kuwabara replied, looking around nervously. “I can't go with you guys today.”

“What the hell do you mean you can't go with us today?” Yusuke growled. “Some serious shit is about to go down and you're taking the day off? Is it your time of the month or something?”

Botan gasped then punched the head detective on the shoulder. “Stop being a pig, Yusuke!”

The dark haired boy winced in pain at the blow. “Well it's his freaking fault!” Yusuke snapped, rubbing his shoulder, glaring at the deity. What is it with girls and their fists anyway? Fighting Toguro never hurt this freaking much!

Botan sighed, looking over to the street fighter. “So what is so pressing that you can't come to our meeting today, Kuwabara?” She asked, curious as to what would cause the normally diligent boy to skip out on an important job like saving the world.

“This is why...” Kuwabara answered, holding up a ticket of some kind. “Floor tickets for Megallica's world tour! Whoo Hoo!”

Botan and Yusuke blinked as the orange haired teen danced around and started humming riffs to one of the band's many songs.

“Sorry but I have to go meet the guys in a few minutes and talk about the rest of our plans for tonight! I'll have to talk to you tomorrow about everything,” He began to close the door when Yusuke growled, kicking it open, the back slamming into the taller man's body, knocking him down. “What the hell, Urameshi!” the street fighter growled, grabbing the back of his head as he rose up, glaring at his friend. “What's your problem?!”

“Besides trying to save the world?!” Yusuke countered. “There's no time for you to go running off to watch some pop band!”

Kuwabara features shifted into a look of indignation and he roared, “Pop band?! You dare call one of the greatest metal bands in the world a pop band?!” He drew back his fist, hitting Yusuke in the side of his jaw, sending him crashing back outside.

Botan slapped her forehead as the two boys got into a scuffle, lashing out into a series of punches and wrestling moves until the two at last separated, puffing and glaring at each other.

“What would you do if the tickets were front row seats to the world's martial arts tournament?!” Kuwabara shouted in an attempt to make his friend understand, knowing fighting tournaments were his friend's favorite show to watch.

Yusuke blinked then grit his teeth. Dammit, he's got me on that one!

Botan shook her head. Some hero you are, Yusuke. She thought, looking over at Kuwabara as he spoke,

“It's a once in a lifetime shot. I bought these tickets a year ago so there's no way I'm going to miss that concert,” He grinned, pointing at the head detective. “Even if the end of the world happened tomorrow I'd still go!”

Yusuke studied his best friend in irritation. “Whatever, groupie. Just don't expect me to bail your ass out when the demons come to this world looking for their next meal...”

Kuwabara's features grew dark and he snarled. “I'm so sick of your big man crap talk! Maybe I won't help you tomorrow, see how you like that!”

Yusuke and the street fighter glared at one another. “Fine!” The shouted at each other, growling before turning away, stomping off in opposite directions.

Botan looked on in concern and sighed. And that's how the human race ended. She commented silently, looking up at the sky. I hope you come back soon, Kurama. We're going to need all the help we can get with this problem.

June 20,1993 Reikai Gate of Judgment

It took a few hours to make it to Koenma's palace on foot, the portal landing him well outside of the normal entry points. Perhaps I should have had Botan bring me up here first before she left to speak to Yusuke. I would have been back in Ningenkai by now to help Yusuke in saving the world. He used his rose whip to pull himself up over the wall, landing into the courtyard, heading towards the steps that led to the main entry point to the palace and entered, following the hallway, finding George standing near the doors that led to the toddler lord's office. “George, do you have a moment?” Kurama called out.

The blue ogre jumped at the sound of the kitsune's voice, blinking at the sight of the red head as he spoke. “Kurama,sir, what are you doing up here? Shouldn't you be down with Yusuke and his group helping to find the enemy?”

“About that, George,” Kurama began, studying the blue oni. “I was hoping you could help me by taking me to where Koenma is.”

“Er... that is...” George stammered, dropping his shoulders. “He's in the records room sir but I am a bit hesitant to take you there as Lord Koenma disciplined me rather hard last time and my hip went out of it's socket and it took forever to pop it back in...”

“Do not worry about Koenma, George,” Kurama reassured the blue ogre. “I will accept the blame for this. Besides, I am well aware of the records room myself. So if you wish to remain here, that is fine.”

“Oh, thank you, Kurama sir!” George replied in relief.

The kitsune chuckled silently, heading into the office and out the side door, following the blue tiled hall that led to a set of gray doors, remembering the code to open the lock, imputing the numbers, the doors sliding open and he entered, weaving through the book shelves until he found the toddler lord high up on a ladder, face buried in a book.

“What is it George? I told you not to bother me while I'm looking up the file on....” Koenma began then went silent, eyes widening as he looked down. “Kurama, what are you doing here?”

The kitsune kept his gaze on the smaller being, voice soft and non threatening as he asked, “I came here to pose a question.” He answered.

“You couldn't use Botan's case for that?” Koenma asked as calmly as he could.

“No... this question is something I needed to be in person to hear answered.”

“Oh brother....” Koenma replied, looking back to his book. “What is it you want to know?”

“I believe you know more than you're letting on about this case,” Kurama stated in a slow and deliberate manner. “I believe you know the true identity of our attacker.”

Koenma clenched the book tighter, trying not to show the fear at just how very close the red head was to the truth. How in the hell did he figure that out?! “Don't be ridiculous!” He replied, making as shooing motion with his hand. “If I had that kind of information, I would tell you.”

“Not if this attacker is personally connected to you or that you feared he would defeat us.”

Koenma looked back down at the kitsune. This one is more clever than any of the other detectives I've ever had work for me though it's rather annoying just the same to have him knowing so much with so little information to go on. “What are you implying?”

So you want to play games and have me point out how I know, do you? Kurama asked silently. Very well, here it goes. “Your behavior has been very erratic during this case, blending urgency with silence,” Kurama answered, keeping his gaze on his boss, gauging his reaction. “I think you're scrambling to come up with a solution because you do not think we can win,” He paused, features turning serious. “That means you know his identity and his past.”

Koenma dropped his book, unable to keep the surprise from his face, his posture and voice defensive as he growled. “How dare you accuse me of all this with some baseless hunch!”

And there you have it. Kurama thought, refusing to back down from his belief that the toddler lord knew more than he let on. “But I'm right, am I not?”

Koenma could not refute it. But I'll be damned if I'll give the fox spirit the satisfaction of an answer. “There is nothing I can tell you at this moment, however,” He paused, climbing down the ladder to retrieve his book. “After I conduct a bit more research I will head down to Ningenkai tomorrow and inform you on what I know, fair enough?”

The kitsune tilted his head. “Do you really think it wise to delay telling us the truth? What if the tunnel is expanding even further than your new adjustments can predict?”

“What?” Koenma replied, snapping his head up to stare at the taller man. “How did you know about that? I only told Botan this morning...” His voice started then stopped, eyes narrowing. “You were with my head ferry girl weren't you?”

“And if I was?” Kurama replied, not bothering to deny the truth.

Understanding lit up the toddler lord's features. That's where Botan spent all her time off when she was... ill... His room... with him... always with him... Great... how the hell do I handle this? He wondered. “It doesn't really matter to me what you two do on your off time together... but if my father hears wind of it, there could be trouble.”

“Well, since I won't be spending time around King Enma anytime soon I don't anticipate any trouble from his direction do you?”

Koenma frowned. “You don't understand the seriousness of the situation you've placed Botan in do you?”

“What situation?” Kurama asked, studying the toddler lord curiously.

Jr. rubbed his forehead in frustration. “Ferry girls are not supposed to fraternize with the help... or with anyone outside of Reikai for that matter. My father believes it... complicates things.”

Kurama blinked then laughed softly. “Well, I doubt he spends all his time checking up on the love lives of the girls under your employ. He seems rather busy... always traveling within Reikai... rarely here in the palace, leaving you to deal with the tasks or running the gate of judgment.”

“That's not the point, Kurama,” Koenma replied. “I don't want her to be... banned from her world for loving a demon... and I don't want... one of my best detectives arrested for falling in love with a ferry girl from Reikai.”

Kurama's eyes narrowed. “Is that a threat?”

“Not from me, no...” Koenma replied, voice and features sincere. “I merely want you to understand that there are risks involved in being with Botan. Risks for both of you. So be careful, Kurama... My father has more than just his own eyes watching Ningenkai... and this world...”

The kitsune's said nothing as he gave a slight bow of his head and pivoted around, going back the way he came, his features were a mask of calm to hide the anger festering under the surface. What does it matter that Botan loves me and I love her? What does it matter that I am a youkai and she is a reigen? We come from different worlds but we love each other and I don't care what the rules are, I can not and I will not let her go.

He rounded the corner, nearly to the entrance only to find it blocked by a familiar figure. “What do you want?” Kurama asked, glaring at the taller man with the light blue hair.

“Nothing at the moment, demon spawn...” Shunjun replied, looking down his nose at the red head. “Just passing through when I sensed the presence of a dirty youkai so I decided to check it out. But it's just you so there's nothing to worry about now is there?”

The red head narrowed his eyes. “I've done nothing to warrant your disdain yet you insist on insulting me. What is your reason for this?”

“I don't need a reason,” Shunjun snorted. “But if you must know I simply don't like you...”

“The feeling is mutual I assure you,” Kurama countered in an icy tone. “Now if you'd be so kind as to move out of my way, I have important business to attend to,” He made a move to go around the SDF officer but the larger man stretched out his arm, blocking the kitsune from leaving. “What is the meaning of this?” The red head asked, features turning dark as he cast his gaze sideways at the reigen.

Shunjun leaned in, arrogance and disdain on his features and in his voice. “I don't get what she sees in you...”

Kurama frowned. “And just whom is it you are referring to?”

“You know who, don't play stupid with me youkai. Botan... the head ferry girl...”

The kitsune clenched his jaw, voice accusing. “Have you been watching me, Shunjun?”

“You're nothing but a youkai yet she chose you over her own kind. So what did you do to make her fall in love with you? Put a spell on her? Give her a potion that would make her love you?”

“Hardly...” Kurama replied. “But given your small mind I can see why you're confused.” The kitsune added dryly.

Shunjun growled at the insult, sneering down at the kitsune. “You're just a scrawny boy, certainly not man enough to handle a woman like her.” He spat.

Kurama tilted his head to the side, smirking. “Ah... now I see... you're angry because she chose me rather than a neanderthal such as yourself,” He replied in a mocking tone, unable to help himself. “Perhaps if you spent more time training your mind and less time compensating for your inadequacy you would have realized that women want more from a man then just how big his... muscles are...”

Shunjun's features contorted into a look of rage, knowing he was being insulted and ridiculed. “Insolent bastard... we'll see who's inadequate when I rip that pretty head of yours off your shoulders!”

Kurama jumped back and away from the larger male, surprised at the officer's quickness, barely dodging the back handed slash of Shunjun's arm, feeling the rush of air from the force of the attack, wincing as his cheek split open. Blood splattered outward, staining his clothing as the crimson fluid trailed down his skin and neck. The kitsune backpedaled, trying to analyze a way out of the situation he had made himself. His power is greater than mine in this form and I cannot change into Youko, even though I've tried many times. If he hits me, I will be severely injured or worse and I promised Botan I would not get into trouble up here. He frowned, leaping up and over the SDF officer, flipping in the air as he landed. And yet... I caused a problem anyway. Most unusual for me... why did I do this? He wondered. Is it because I was gloating over Botan being mine? Or because his hatred of me for being a demon is rather irksome?

Shunjun snarled, whirling around, charging towards the kitsune who leaped into the air and away, dodging the officer's fist, blinking as it hit the tile, debris exploding into the air, a crater sized hole formed from the impact. That blow could have killed me if it had connected. He thought in concern. “Stop this, Shunjun!” He shouted, trying to reason with the taller man. “There is nothing to be gained by fighting me!”

“Shut up!” Shunjun snapped. “I don't take orders from a piss ant youkai I've already killed once before!”

Killed once before? Kurama repeated silently, brow furrowed at the statement. Memory crept into his consciousness, recalling the statement from the blue haired male the first time they had met and nearly fought. You don't remember me do you boy? His eyes widened in realization. Could it be that he was the one who... Shunjun's foot came into view and the red head pivoted away, hugging the side of the wall as the officer shot past him.

“Stop dancing around like a coward and fight me, demon scum!” Shunjun snarled, landing on his feet from his own aerial attack, whirling around to chase after his opponent, smirking as the red head stood still, not moving. Got you now, you bastard! He roared silently, bringing his fist back to punch the smaller man in the head. His smirk fell as the red head's left hand snaked out, catching his fist mid flight. What the hell?! He's only a B class... how can he....

“So you're the one who shot me 17 years ago...”

Shunjun frowned at the icy and low timber in the boy's voice, troubled at the spike of energy that surpassed his own. Surprise marred the blue haired man's features as the kitsune turned, golden orbs full of lethal intent now visible. The smaller man's features were predatory and the officer felt like a mouse trapped under the paw of a rather pissed off cat. Those eyes.... that voice... how... is that even possible? “Youko...”

In response, the kitsune lashed out, striking the officer square in the chest with his right hand, the force of the blow knocking the larger man off his feet and straight back through the air, his body slamming into the far wall with a sickening thud.

Air exploded from the blue haired man's lungs upon impact, his body sliding down to the ground as he landed onto his butt. Shunjun stared with shocked and glazed eyes at the stalking form of the kitsune. Where... did that power come from? Youko's locked inside... and he couldn't have drank the potion... he's been here too long for it to not take affect... so how in the hell does he have access to that much ki while in a human body?!

The red head continued walking forward, coming to a stop before the fallen officer, glaring down coldly at the man, growling out in a low tone. “You forced me to flee to human world and grow up as a human... I suppose I should thank you for that... So I will only say this once. Stay away from me and stay away from Botan. If you try anything, I will not hesitate to pay you back in kind for what you did to me 17 years ago.” Kurama turned around, not bothering to see if the officer needed medical attention, heading to the entrance door and exited the palace, gold morphing back to emerald as the tension of his body eased. I will get in trouble for this, but it could not be helped. I will deal with the consequences later. Right now I need to head back to Ningenkai. His features grew determined and he marched down the steps, heading into the courtyard only to gasp as an explosion of red burst in his vision and darkness took him.

June 20, 1993 Yusuke's Apartment

“What the heck is taking Kurama so long?” Yusuke growled, sitting on a pillow at the low level table in his living room. “We need fox boy to help us plan a strategy when we go after these psychic bastards.” He looked over to the deity, asking. “You sure he was going up to Reikai today?”

“That is what he told me,” Botan answered, sitting to Genkai's left. “He told me he would return here after he talked with Koenma. I can't imagine what is taking so long.”

“Perhaps he was delayed by some task Koenma wanted him to complete?” Kaito commented as he sat to Yusuke's right, Yana to the right of the bookworm, Keiko rounding out the group to the left of Botan as he looked at the detective. “You do work on more than one case at a time, don't you?”

“Not cases of this magnitude,” Genkai replied, sipping tea from the small white cup in her hand as she looked over at the deity. “What did Kurama mention he was going to do while up in Spirit World?”

“Well,” Botan began. “He said he wanted to talk to Koenma face to face. He said something about Jr.'s odd behavior and that he wanted to question him directly. But what it was he wished to discuss, Kurama didn't share with me.”

“You're his girlfriend and he didn't tell you?” Yusuke grumbled. “What the heck kind of relationship is that?!”

“Like you're one to talk, Yusuke!” Keiko replied, coming to Botan's defense. “Mr. 'I ran off to fight in a dark tournament and didn't bother to tell my girlfriend the truth!'”

Yusuke tossed a dark look at the human girl. “That's not the same thing, Keiko!”

“Then explain how it's not, Mr. Smart Ass?!”

“ Ahh... er... dammit!” Yusuke growled, pulling his hair in exasperation before standing up and kicking his pillow. “Fine! You're right! Are you freaking happy now?!” He snarled, adding, “All this sitting around and doing nothing crap is pissing me off! First Hiei, then Kuwabara, and now Kurama! I have to do everything around here!” The dark haired boy went flying sideways as Genkai suddenly threw her cup at him, striking him in the head, his lanky form crashing onto the carpet, his eyes swirling as the pink haired female growled,

“Knock it off with the self-pity crap and get a hold of yourself!” The human female psychic growled then sighed, crossing her arms. “Now that we know where these psychics are hiding, we can mount an attack, though it must be carefully planned.”

“I have heard of Demon's Door Cave,” Yana replied, looking at Genkai. “There's an urban legend about that place.”

“It's said scorned lovers go there to die,” Kaito said softly. “That shows that the enemy has a keen sense of irony.” He paused then added, “If we go in unprepared it will be suicide for us as well.”

“This is where Kurama's mind in planning would be most beneficial,” Genkai replied, looking over at Botan. “But if he is missing still, it's possible something has happened to him, though there's no way to know for sure.”

The deity felt the stare of the older human female and she blinked then realization hit here. “Oh! I could call Koenma and see if Kurama is still in Reikai.”

“That would probably be best.” Genkai replied.

“Screw this crap... I've had enough!” Yusuke growled as he rose up off the carpet, frustrated at being house bound with no firm answers in sight. “I'm going to the arcade!”

“Yusuke! You can't go, what about your mission?!” Keiko shouted.

“Get off my back!” He shouted in return. “The other guys ditched me, so I'm taking the night off, too! You girls and the two rookies figure it out!” He stormed off, growling under his breath as he opened and slammed the door.

“Is it alright for him to go out there alone?” Keiko asked the older female.

“If he's stupid enough to go to the arcade with so many of his enemies actively looking to exploit a weakness, then he deserves to die,” Genkai answered, her voice softening a bit as she added, “Though I suspect that his outburst had more to do with his concern for Kuwabara.” The human female psychic looked over as the deity flipped open the detective case, turning it on as she tried to call her boss.

Botan stared at the screen, frowning as it kept beeping but went unanswered. “That's odd... I'm getting no response...”

“Is that unusual?” Kaito asked, puzzled and intrigued by the device and the ability to contact others in a different realm.

“Yes...” Botan replied. “Even if Koenma is sleeping or busy, the call always goes through to either his chambers or his own personal communicator. The only reason he would not answer it is because he's not at the palace... or he forgot his communication device.”

“So there is no way to know for sure what is happening in Reikai, short of going there ourselves and we must all stay together for the safety of the group,” Genkai replied, moving to grab her tossed cup, sitting it on the table to pour more tea, lifting the cup to take a sip, features as troubled as her voice as she lowered the cup and spoke. “So we must wait for Kurama's arrival... and hope that nothing bad has happened to him.”

Botan shifted her gaze out the window as a flash of lightning burst in the darkened sky, the roll of thunder announcing the impending storm as rain was unleashed, pelting the glass. A sickening feeling was creeping into her heart and she bit her lip, fear on her features. Kurama... where are you?

June 20, 1993 Reikai

Kurama was drawn into consciousness by a rather annoying and nauseating pain that pulsated in the back of his skull. His eyelids fluttered open, frowning at the darkness that surrounded him. A soft hum could be heard and he turned his head to the side trying to find the source, biting back a cry of agony as pain shot suddenly through his brain and down his neck. He lifted his right hand, trying to clutch his head only to frown when he could not lift his arm. The kitsune looked down, finding his wrists shackled, chains connecting to the ground while his legs were also confined. He felt it then, a passive spell was weaved within the metal bands around his wrists and ankles, draining him of his spiritual energy, rendering him unable to use his ki for healing or for fighting.

A bright light burst from above and the kitsune winced, clenching his eyes shut from the offending glow, the blood in his head roaring, hammering against his skull. God, will this pain never cease?!

“So you've finally woken up... Good...we can begin the interrogation.” A male's deep voice said in a firm tone.

“Who are you?” Kurama asked, slowly opening his eyes, adjusting to the brightness that circled him, focusing his gaze out into the inky blackness beyond the border of light, troubled when he could not see or sense the questioner.

“I am Otake, the captain of the SDF here in Reikai,” The voice answered. “Now then, let's begin.”

Kurama heard the flipping of paper and the soft intake of breath before the voice continued,

“You are a detective under the employ of Lord Koenma, is this correct?”

The kitsune, closed his eyes, fighting the urge to throw up from the intense flare of pain that continued unabated in the back of his head, the scent of blood filling his nostrils and he knew he'd been injured. And with the ki suppression spell in these cuffs, I cannot heal the wound.

“Demon, pay attention... I don't want to have to use force to get you to answer.”

The kitsune opened his eyes, glaring at the darkness, anger filling him at his situation and his own hand in it. I promised Botan I would behave... and look at what happened. I was stupid and foolish... and prideful... He sighed inwardly, calming himself. Idid this to myself so now I must play the game in order to find a way out of here. “That is correct.”

“Since you are a Reikai detective with clearance to enter and exit the palace, why did you feel it necessary to sneak in over the gate of judgment?”

How to answer that? He wondered. “I wanted to surprise Koenma.”

“For what? To ambush him?”

The kitsune frowned. “No, I wanted to ask him a question but did not want him to have time to prepare an answer before I got there.”

“A question as to what, exactly?”

“A personal matter.” Kurama answered.

“Is it in relation to the head ferry girl, Botan?”

The red head flinched at the mention of the deity. “No.” He answered more quickly than he intended.

There was silence for a few moments before Otake continued,

“Do you know why you are here?”

“I don't even know where here, is.” Kurama replied, attempting a waving motion with his shackled hands.

“You are currently in a holding cell on level one of Spirit World Jail,” The captain answered. “For the crime of assaulting a member of the SDF force.”

Kurama didn't respond.

“Do you deny attacking Shunjun?”

“No...” Kurama answered. “I did hit him, but only in self defense. I did not start the altercation. Shunjun did.”

“Liar!” Shunjun's voice shouted. “He attacked me with no provocation, Captain, I swear it!”

The kitsune's brow furrowed. Just how many people were standing in the darkness, watching him? “It's the truth. I have no reason to lie.”

“All demons lie! They deserve no less than death for their wickedness!” Shunjun's voice retaliated.

“Be quiet, Shunjun!” Otake's voice growled sternly before he asked, “Do you have proof of this, demon?”

“He doesn't, but I do...” Another voice called out in the darkness, a shadow stepping forward into the light, revealing the teenage form of Jr.

“Lord Koenma?” Otake murmured. “What are you doing here?”

The spirit lord handed over a thin and long piece of paper and a VHS tape to an outstretched hand. “Handing over evidence that will exonerate Kurama,” Jr. replied, turning his head as he watched the captain unfold the piece of paper, the tape in his other hand. “I'm sure you'll find everything in order,” Koenma said, voice becoming more commanding. “Now let my detective go.”

The captain said nothing for a moment as he read then lowered the paper. “Release him.”

“But captain that demon hit...”

“I SAID RELEASE HIM!” Otake roared, clearly upset with his junior officer.

The kitsune's cuffs unsnapped and the red head rose on unsteady legs though he tried not to show the seriousness of his injury or pain as he looked over at the spirit lord.

“Let's go.” Koenma replied then turned, heading back into the dark.

Kurama followed behind, stopping as Jr. did, passing through three checkpoints before entering a green tiled corridor and the red head's eyes fell on the form of two uniformed officers standing at post on either side of a set of gray circular doors that slid open and the two men exited into a small field and Kurama's eyes took in the sight of a vast mountain range that surrounded the entire border of the jail. “Interesting place to build a prison.” He commented dryly.

“The mountains provide a physical barrier for the prison system here, the only way in or out is by flight or teleportation,” Koenma explained, walking towards Ayame who stood holding her oar. “Even if a demon managed to escape from one of the many underground levels of Reikai jail, they would still be too weak to run far. They would be apprehended and place back in with the rest of the prison population.”

“That would explain the ki drain spells weaved within my shackles.” Kurama mentioned, fighting a wave of dizziness as pain bloomed in the back of his head. I need to heal this soon or I will pass out.

“Yes...” Koenma murmured, unaware of the kitsune's head injury. “They drain a prisoner of spiritual energy in order to incapacitate and weaken them, making all youkai easier to handle.” He came to stop before the dark haired ferry girl as she asked,

“Are you ready to go sir?”

“I am...” Koenma said with a nod.

Ayame lowered her oar, sitting sideways, Koenma then Kurama following before the ferry girl began a gradual ascent into the star filled sky.

The kitsune closed his eyes as they passed up and beyond the mountain range, feeling the cold air surrounding him and he shivered but did not protest as he asked, “So how far are we from the palace?”

“It's a three hour trip by oar.” Koenma answered, his eyes focused on Ayame.

“We're that far away?” Kurama asked, opening his eyes as he looked down. There were vast amounts of farmland visible, with many rivers and roads winding through the landscape. Villages and towns sprouted up between these fields and he wondered exactly where in Reikai they were. He didn't have long to wait for an answer as the toddler lord spoke.

“We are in the interior of the Western Quadrant of Reikai. The Gate of Judgment is in the Southern Quadrant.”

“So it is not possible to get to human world from this area?”

“No... the only access to human world is through the Southern Quadrant. The rest of Reikai is protected from any threat of invasion by human or demon world.”

Kurama listened, fascinated at this new information. “That is by design I take it?”

“Yes.” Koenma answered. “There are not many of us that could take on a S class warrior of either the human or demon variety. If there are any reigens that exist on that level, they would be from the Northern Quadrant. That is where most of the SDF officers come from, though none of them are equal to an S class fighter,” He paused, adding. “Not even my father and all his armies could take on the S class warriors and expect to win.”

“And the Eastern Quadrant?”

“Home to fishermen and craftsmen. There is a vast fresh water sea that stretches as long as the sandy coastline. It's also a travel spot for those of royal lineage.”

“Your world is rather interesting,” Kurama murmured.

Koenma sighed. “I suppose... but it's rather... frustrating at times to get things done.”

“Get things done?”

The toddler lord said nothing for a few seconds than replied, “Each region has it's own system of government and autonomy. The North is a monarchy with a nearly feudal like system though the Celestial Court System is located in that region and the laws pertaining to Spirit world originated from there. The West is comprised of farmers and laborers and is democratic in it's rule. It's mountain range is the highest in Reikai so that is why Spirit World Jail was built there. The East is ruled by the merchant class and is also very democratic though they are at times greedy in their trade pacts with the other territories... and the South.. well... we take care of souls... and the vast realms that said souls travel onto in the afterlife.”

“Sounds a lot like Ningenkai...” Kurama commented, smiling a bit.

“It is in many ways...” Koenma conceded. “But why are you so curious about Reikai?”

“I am a fox and am curious by nature,” Kurama answered with a shrug. “ But in truth, I simply want to understand Botan's people better.” His gaze was cast down and so he missed the surprise then worry on the toddler lord's features.

“Speaking of Botan,” Koenma began. “Did Shunjun accuse you of something in regards to her?”

The kitsune frowned. “He did. Was that also on the tape?”

“No. There was no audio feed but he seemed rather intent on making you angry, so I assumed it was in regards to my head ferry girl.”

“So then how did you know there was a problem?”

“I didn't,” Jr. replied. “But lucky for you Ogre has a bad habit of eavesdropping on conversations that have nothing to do with him. He heard the commotion and ran off to find me. Unfortunately, they took you away before I could stop them,” He paused, drawing in a breath through he side of his pacifier. “So I went over the footage and recorded it then went to the Celestial Court to obtain an order for release from incarceration.”

“That must have taken some time to complete.” Kurama commented.

“Several hours in fact,” Jr. replied with a nod. “Despite the relatively peaceful coexistence between the different regions, the court itself is usually very busy with civil issues. And they often do not side with youkai without there being enough evidence to overturn charges or convictions. So I made sure that the footage was independently verified before submitting it as evidence. After that, the judge gave me a release order and I headed to Spirit World Jail to retrieve you.”

Kurama was impressed with the toddler lord's skill with those in authority and his voice took a respectful tone as he spoke softly. “I thank you, Lord Koenma, for your administrative skill in securing my release from jail.”

Jr. looked over his shoulder at the red head, quirking an eyebrow as he replied. “Well... I wasn't going to let one of my best detectives languish in a holding cell. Especially over trumped up charges,” He paused, studying the kitsune with curious eyes. “You mentioned that Shunjun said something in regards to Botan. What did he say that caused this fight?”

“Well, he wasn't happy with Botan choosing me over him or anyone not part of this world. I simply stated that it takes more than brute strength to attract a woman... he took offense and attacked me.” Kurama answered.

“Hmm...” Koenma sounded. “I was rather surprised you managed to stop his punch. You countered with a rather solid hit yourself. You showed remarkable restraint given what Shunjun did to you.”

The red head tilted his head. “You knew?” He asked, surprised at this confession.

“Not right away,” Koenma explained. “But when we found out during the Dark Tournament that you were actually Youko, Shunjun was all too happy to admit to being the one who killed you when you were the fox thief,” He paused before adding. “You were ranked an upper A class demon at the time when you were shot, which is the limit of what an SDF officer can handle without backup. But that was when you had full access to your power. That you were able to not only stop an attack but counter with a strong enough punch to knock the braggart into a wall over 20 feet away is rather surprising.”

Kurama smirked a bit at the surprised tone in Jr's. voice. “A lucky hit... nothing more than that... I doubt I'd be able to do it again.”

A lucky hit? Koenma repeated silently, remembering the golden hue in the boy's eyes when he had caught Shunjun's fist in his hand. More like you had complete access to your full power in that instant. His features turned thoughtful. I may have to reevaluate his power level and bump him from upper B to A class in his human form. “Be that as it may, you should refrain from making any return trips to Reikai for a while. Knowing Shunjun, he isn't one to let go of a grudge so easily. Though, to be honest, Otake wasn't too pleased with him so I think for the moment you're safe from any more unwanted attention from the SDF.”

Kurama felt relief in the toddler lord's words, frowning as the throbbing in his head increased and he managed to ask without hissing in pain. “Did the video also contain what happened after I left the palace?”

Koenma nodded. “Yes, but it was rather strange. One moment you're fine, walking down the steps and the next you just collapsed. But there was nothing to indicate an attack of any kind. Saito, Shunjun's partner, appeared then, tossing you over his shoulder and teleporting away before I could stop him.

Kurama frowned. A psychic attack that manifested into a physical injury must have occurred then, but who did it? And how did they do it without being caught? “That must be a handy talent. Teleporting over vast distances so quickly.”

“All SDF members have that ability,” Koenma explained. “It allows them to respond to any threat to Reikai in an instant, most helpful when defending such a vast realm as Spirit World,” He turned his attention back to the dark haired ferry girl guiding the oar. “When we reach the palace, I will have Ayame take you to Ningenkai so you may join up with the rest of the team.”

“I take it you'll be heading to Human World at a later time?”

Koenma nodded. “There are a few loose ends I want to investigate before I give the team a full report. I will meet up with everyone at 4 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. Until then, try to help Yusuke and the others in forming a plan to take on our enemy.”

It was becoming harder to focus his gaze, vertigo in full affect and he clutched the oar as tightly as he could, a wave of nausea hitting him. This is not normal. He thought in concern. My ki should be regenerating and healing my injury but I feel as weak now as I did under the influence of those energy suppression cuffs. “As you wish.” He managed to croak out without sounding ill and he kept his grip tight on the oar scared of falling off. Breathe... just breathe.. focus... got to keep my focus...He repeated like a mantra until at last they reached the palace. Ayame zoomed into the courtyard, allowing Koenma to hop off.

“Take care when you enter Ningenkai, Ayame and return as fast as you can. I don't want you caught up in the danger down there.” Jr. called out softly as the ferry girl ascended back into the sky.

“Do not worry, Lord Koenma. I will return unharmed, as I always do.” Ayame replied, heading over the gate and beyond the river Styx, heading into the nearest portal that would take them to Ningenkai.

June 20, 1993 Ningenkai

Thunder rumbled around them as the the portal opened and they flew into a storm cloud above the city of Tokyo and it's suburbs and Ayame tightened her hold on her oar, combating the violent wind that swirled around them. “We are in a rather dangerous situation, Kurama, so please hold on.” She called out, her eyes watching as lightning danced within the cumulus nimbus formation, looking for her chance. Now! Her mind cried and she dove down at full speed, piercing through the clouds, bursting into a rain filled sky as the wind continued to howl around them.

Kurama nearly threw up at the rapid and sudden descent, knuckles white as he gripped the oar and held on for dear life. His clothing was soaked by the torrential downpour as they continued to descend, barely above the housetops as the kitsune pointed out where he lived. By the time they reached his house, the red head's hair was matted down, making vision difficult and he slid off the oar, landing on unsteady feet on the first floor roof near his bedroom window.

“Are you sure you will be alright?” Ayame asked, studying the boy in concern. Though he looked fine enough, his balance was off and his ki was practically non-existent.

“I will be fine, thank you, Ayame.” He replied with a slight bow of his head, holding back a hissing cry of pain as red lights flashed in his vision.

Ayame returned the bow of her head. “Please say hello to Botan for me and be careful...”

Kurama lifted his head, nodding once, watching as the ferry girl ascended back into the clouds, returning to Reikai. He turned, reaching out to open the window, crawling forward, crying out as his feet slipped and he fell head first inside. Pain exploded in his skull and he whimpered, unused to such a prolonged period of agony. This is what torture must be like. He commented inwardly. The red head pressed his palms onto the floor, trying to push his body up only to collapse back down as a wave of dizziness struck. His face rested against the wood floor, the coolness a welcome relief from the heat that seemed to be spreading through his body. My ki hasn't recovered at all since I was released. They must have done something to me.... to prevent me from healing... His mind began to wander, thinking of Botan and he felt worry in his heart. She will be concerned... she will be afraid for me... but I'm so tired... I can't move... I just need to rest... for a while... wait a bit longer for me... Botan... and I will return to you...His eyelids grew heavy and the kitsune was drawn into the realm of unconsciousness, darkness wrapping it's arms around him until he felt no more pain.

June 20, 1993 Yusuke's Apartment

The storm continued to rage outside and the deity's fear grew as the hours dragged closer to Midnight. The door to Yusuke's Apartment opened and the ferry girl turned her gaze, hope filling her that Kurama had arrived at last only to feel disappointment then concern as Shizuru walked into the living room.

“Hey guys, have you seen my brother?” The tall brown haired girl asked.

“He went to the rock concert, Shizuru.”

“Oh yeah... he did mention something about that but I feel... like something's wrong.” She answered, crushing the unlit cigarette resting between her index and middle finger.

Yana and Kaito looked at one another in worry.

“Perhaps we should go escort him home?” Yana murmured.

“Good idea.” Kaito commented, the two boys rising from the table.

“Sit down.” Genkai commanded softly.

The two human sunk back down.

“But Shizuru has a feeling and Kuwabara could be in trouble.” Botan commented, looking over at the human female psychic.

“Kuwabara made his choice,” Genkai countered, sipping from her cup. “We cannot risk splintering the group even further with the enemy ready to hunt us down,” She paused, lowering the cup to the table. “We will have to rely on Yusuke. He's grown up a lot in these past few months and he's protective of Kuwabara. Unless he's an absolute dope, he didn't really go to that arcade.”

Keiko blinked. “How well do you really know him?” She asked.

Genkai paused, looking a bit sheepish but said nothing.

So they remained, waiting for Yusuke to return only to jump when the head detective came back... alone.

“Where the hell have you been?!” Genkai snapped.

“The arcade, like I said, you old hag!” Yusuke snapped back.

“You idiot! You were supposed to go find Kuwabara!” The wizened female shouted.

“What for?! The jerk ditched me for some stupid concert! Besides, his spiritual awareness is gone so he's of no use to the psychics anyway!” Yusuke snarled, waving off her concern only to blink as Genkai grabbed him by the ear and tugged violently.

“His power isn't gone it's hibernating!” She growled then let go, glaring up at the boy as he rubbed his now red and throbbing ear. “Kuwabara has unparalleled spiritual awareness. His body must have known something bad was coming and so made preparations for the coming conflict. His energy is about to awaken and when it does, he won't be the last one the enemy hunts down... he'll be their first.”

Botan rose, coming to stand behind Genkai, noting the look of fear in Yusuke's eyes and he took off running, the deity sensing he would need help. And I can't stand around here doing nothing. Perhaps we might even run into Kurama on the way to find where Kuwabara is. “Yusuke, wait up!” She cried, racing off after the head detective. The pair of them headed out into the rain, stopping at the sudden and tremendous wave of energy that exploded some distance behind them and they tore off in a new direction, returning to the apartment entryway, surprise lighting their faces at the sight of Kuwabara and his friend's piled on the concrete floor. The deity's gaze shifted over to the blond haired boy. Who is that? She wondered, noting he was injured.

“Kuwabara!” Yusuke cried, rushing around, looking down at his best friend. “What happened?”

The street fighter's head lifted, eyes tired and his voice gruff as he spoke. “I did it, Urameshi... I saved them all... all by myself...”

“Yeah... but... whose energy was that?”

Kuwabara's eyes closed and he passed out.

“Oh dear...” The deity murmured, studying the fallen teens. “I should get Yana and Kaito to come help bring everyone upstairs.” She headed up the stairs, bringing the two human males back down to assist and the four of them managed to get everyone into the apartment, dragging the boys into Yusuke's bedroom.

“Okay... now what?” Yusuke asked, looking over at Kuwabara who spoke once more,

“Ur..Urameshi... is the little guy here still?”

“Little guy?” Yusuke murmured, features and voice confused. “What are you talking about, Kuwabara?”

“The blond kid, Mitarai... the one who attacked us...”

The head detective cast an angry eye over at the boy in the yellow zip hoodie then back at his friend. “Stupid... why did you save that guy?”

“Because... Urameshi... the kid... was crying on the inside... he's suffered a lot... and needed help... that's what real men.... do... help... those... who can't help... themselves...” Kuwabara croaked out before his eyes closed and he grew still.

“Hey... Kuwabara? Come on man, don't do this to me...” Yusuke cried in concern.

“Kuwabara will be fine, Yusuke.” Genkai interjected in a soft voice. “He just needs to rest.” She paused, looking over at the fallen humans. “It's the civilians I'm more concerned with at the moment. They will have to have their memories erased of this event.”

Yusuke studied the friends of Kuwabara. “Yeah, but how do we go about that?”

“Well,” Botan said softly, recalling an earlier conversation with the kitsune when their friendship was in full bloom. “Kurama has the ability to alter the mind through suggestion and certain herbs. But until he gets here, I don't know what else to do that would help the situation.”

“If Kuwabara has been attacked, it stands to reason that the same thing has happened to Kurama.” Genkai murmured.

Panic filled the deity's heart. Please no... not him.. please don't let it be true...“I... I am going to try to contact Koenma again.” She whispered, moving briskly back into the living room. She flipped over open the case, the screen flaring to life and she felt relief in seeing her boss's face appear.

“Botan... has something happened? Has Kurama arrived there yet?”

“No, Lord Koenma... Kurama hasn't shown up yet and it's close to midnight... with Kuwabara being attacked, I admit I'm worried that something's happened to Kurama as well.”

Koenma's features turned grim. “There was a confrontation today up in Reikai between Kurama and Shunjun.”

“Confrontation? What kind of confrontation?” Botan replied in troubled tone.

“The kind that results in me having to go to Celestial Court to get a release order. Which took several hours to secure, hence his delay in meeting up with you and the others.”

The color drained from Botan's face. “Celestial Court... Then Kurama is he...”

“Kurama is fine, Botan,” Koenma interjected, cutting her off. “So stop worrying. Ayame dropped him off at his house about an hour ago. Perhaps he is still there,” Koenma added in a softer tone. “Now back to Kuwabara. What happened?”

Botan filled her boss in on the details and the spirit lord frowned.

“I can't say I like the sound of what's happening down there. Keep me informed of any new developments and have Yusuke keep a close eye on this Mitarai person. I don't want him escaping before he can be interrogated properly. Koenma out.”

The screen went blank and the deity shut the case. She cast her gaze over to the open door to Yusuke's room. I know Genkai said we needed to stick close together but I can't sit here not knowing what's happened to Kurama. She looked over at the sliding glass door that led to a small high rise patio and she tiptoed silently, reaching out to tug on the handle, careful to make no sound as she stepped outside, still wearing her shoes. The rain pelted her already soaked clothing as she held out her hand, an oar materializing and she slid on, ascending into the sky, unaware at the pair of eyes that watched from the rooftop of the building opposite Yusuke then followed.

June 20,1993 Minamino Residence

Botan's eyes focused on the opened window that led into Kurama's bedroom as she landed onto the first floor roof. The pitch dark made it difficult to see into the room and her brow furrowed. I can't sense his ki at all. Did he leave for Yusuke's already? The window being open, however, gave off red flags and she feared something was very, very wrong. Kurama wouldn't leave the window open like that. Still, despite no sense of ki, it was possible he was inside, perhaps even downstairs. And I can't leave here until I know for sure he's alright. Pushing down her unease, the deity slid off her oar, dematerializing it. She climbed inside, straddling the window frame as she slid her other leg over, her feet landing on some kind of object on the floor and she stumbled, squeezing her eyes shut as she braced for impact only to blink as her body fell on top of something solid and very, very warm. Opening her eyes, she allowed her vision to adjust to the darkness and she rolled, rising up, racing to the desk lamp, flicking the switch as she pivoted around, shock exploding in her features as her eyes fell upon the still form of the kitsune.

“Kurama!” She cried, fear in her voice as she raced over to his side, sitting down lotus style, gently pulling him closer before turning him over, his head resting in her lap as she reached out, brushing at the matted hair against his forehead. Her fingers caressed his skin, surprised at the heat that radiated there. His body's on fire... it's like he's sick... and unable... to fight the infection. Something wet and warm spread against her leg and she frowned, carefully turning the kitsune's head, her eyes widening at the blood seeping into the blue denim of her jeans. Oh no... he's hurt! She gently rolled him onto his back, parting his hair, gasping at the three inch gash along the back of his scalp. Why didn't you heal this, Kurama? She wondered as she lifted her hand, a blue light erupting around her palm. She lay it over the wound, concentrating her energy, her lovely features morphing into a confused look.

Within the wound, a trace of a rather unique ki could be sensed. I know this power... the SDF uses it to drain a youkai of their energy but why would they...realization struck her then. The confrontation Koenma spoke of. Kurama must have been attacked by Shunjun . That means either he or one of his fellow officers did this to him, knowing it would prevent Kurama from healing. They drained his entire energy and placed this suppressing ki in its place. No wonder I couldn't sense him.

Botan poured her energy into the wound. If Reikai powered caused this, then Reikai power will fix it. She concentrated her will, slowly overriding the suppressing ki, breaking the chains around Kurama's youkai energy, allowing his own ki to build and aid in the healing process as the fracture to his skull mended and the skin closed. She lowered her hand, reaching out to gently shift his head back into her lap, caressing the kitsune's hair gently, wanting to comfort him, even if he was still unconscious, much as he had done to her when she was in alone and afraid in the darkness that gripped her mind. She hummed softly then began to sing, voice loving as she looked down at him with tender eyes:

All the fear has left me now
I'm not frightened anymore
It's my heart that pounds beneath my flesh
it's my mouth that pushes out this breath

and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love

Companion to our demons
they will dance, and we will play
With chairs, candles, and cloth
making darkness in the day
It will be easy to look in or out
upstream or down without a thought

and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love

Peace in the struggle
to find peace
comfort on the way
to comfort

and if I shed a tear I won't cage it
I won't fear love
and if I feel a rage I won't deny it
I won't fear love
I won't fear love
I won't fear love...

It was her voice calling to him that drew the kitsune out of the darkness and into the light. Pain and fatigue was replaced by a healing warmth that meshed with his own ki and he felt life grow in him once more. Eyelids fluttered open, tranquil emerald pools focusing on the tender amethyst ones of the deity and he murmured, “Botan.... Peony... is this a dream?”

The ferry girl blushed at the look in his eyes and the softness of his voice made her heart flutter. “No dream, Kurama...” She replied, caressing his hair as she asked, “Do you remember what happened to you?”

Kurama lifted his hand, resting the palm over his forehead as he sat up. “Yes. Shunjun and I had an altercation and when I walked away someone hit me, though there is no evidence of the person who attacked me from behind.”

“What caused the confrontation, Kurama?” Botan asked, curious as to what would drive the normally reserved and controlled kitsune to fight with the more powerful SDF officer.

Kurama lowered his hand, voice soft. “I was leaving Koenma's office, heading towards the entry doors when I found Shunjun there, waiting. He blocked my exit. I tried to avoid fighting with him but we insulted each other and it escalated and I was forced to try and defend myself,” He paused, pain on his features. “He was the one that shot me, Botan 17 years ago. He is the one who forced me to escape into the human world.”

Botan's eyebrows shot up in surprise at this revelation. No wonder he became upset. “Kurama... I didn't know...”

Kurama sighed. “It's alright. To be honest, I'm glad I ended up where I am today. If I had remained as Youko I would never know love or have acceptance. I would never had made friends,” He paused, turning to face her, features tender as he whispered. “And I would never have met and fallen in love with a blue haired ferry girl from Reikai.”

The deity was captivated by his expression, her own voice a whisper. “Kurama...”

The red head loved the sound of her voice and he favored her with a smile. “What is it, Peony?”

“You...” She replied softly. “You make my heart flutter with the things you say and the way you look at me... I like it...” She met his gaze, returning his smile. “I like it a lot.”

He chuckled, eyes twinkling, unable to help himself from teasing her. “I could do other things that you'd like as well...”

Botan blinked then blushed. “You...” She chided him gently, giving him a playful swat on his shoulder. “You're so bad sometimes...”

The kitsune fell over, playing as he clutched his heart. “My deity doth wound me...”

The ferry girl giggled at his antics, loving his playful side and she shifted, laying down on the ground beside him, reaching out to rest her hand over his. “Do you need me to kiss you to make the pain go away?”

The kitsune quirked an eyebrow at her offer then pointed up at his own lips.

Botan smiled at his non verbal answer, scooting closer, leaning in to brush her lips over his.

He enjoyed the contact, watching as she pulled back, features a bit shy though her eyes shone with playful mirth when she pulled back slowly and asked,

“All better?”

“Um hmm...” Kurama sounded, wanting more but happy with the simple display of affection as he sat back up, rising, holding out his hand for the deity to take.

Botan saw the flash of emotions in the kitsune's eyes, happy that he was patient with her shyness and she took his outstretched hand, moving to stand as he gently pulled her up to her feet.

Kurama held onto her hand, caressing the top with his thumb. “Lovely Peony... thank you...”

“For what?” She asked, enjoying his touch, even in something so simple and innocent as a caress of her hand.

“For healing me... for loving me... for being you...” He answered, studying her with loving eyes. “Never change...”

The blue haired female blushed at his tone of voice and his look, smiling. “I don't plan on changing any time soon...”

Kurama returned her smile, still holding her hand as he spoke. “Good... now then... why don't you fill me in with what's happened since this morning.”

Botan relayed the days events, watching as the expression of the red head shifted into a troubled look.

“So Kuwabara was attacked and the culprit is currently at Yusuke's,” Kurama murmured. “And you need my help to erase the event from the memories of Kuwabara's friends?”

“That's pretty much it, yes...”

“Alright... there are few herbs I need to grab and I want to change out of these clothes and into some dry ones..” He paused, looking down at the girl's pants. “You might also want to change into a new pair of jeans.”

“Huh?” Botan replied, following his gaze, brow furrowing at the blood stain on her leg. “Oh... right.... good idea!”

The fox spirit reluctantly let go of the girl's hand, heading to his closet, opening it to retrieve his school uniform.

Botan tilted her head at his choice of outfit. “Is there some reason you want to wear that, Kurama?”

The red head turned to look at her, flashing a grin at her. “Believe it or not, I rather like wearing this uniform, even when I'm not in school.”

His uniform was certainly an odd shade of dark pink but the deity shrugged. Who am I to argue about what he wears. She watched him open a drawer and pull out a few small jars of herbs, waiting until he moved to grab a pair of her jeans in the bottom drawer.

“Let me change into my uniform then we can head back to Yusuke's.” Kurama began to undress in front of Botan who blushed but didn't look away, well used to seeing him half dressed but now... he stood... in nothing but his boxer briefs... and her eyes wandered. He certainly is comfortable in his own skin. She thought, her gaze lowered, lingering in a place they shouldn't and her features grew flustered and she whirled away from him. Naughty Botan! Mustn't stare!

Kurama stripped then slid into his school pants, zipping them up before putting his white dress shirt on, buttoning it up and tucking it in, weaving the black belt through the loops, buckling it, nearly dressed when he noticed the girl's back was turned. “Is something wrong, Botan?”

“No!” The deity replied too quickly then cleared her throat, flustered at seeing him nearly naked. “I mean... nothing is wrong... I just... I should just change into these jeans, eh heh...”

He tilted his head, murmuring. “You sound embarrassed... do you want me to turn around so you can change?”

Her brow furrowed. Is he teasing me or truly sincere? “I... That is...” She stammered, brow furrowed at his soft laugh and she pivoted around, growling. “What's so funny, mister?”

Kurama found her lovely features even more endearing when she was pouting or glaring at him as he spoke softly. “Is it bad that I find you cute when you get flustered?”

She pouted. “It's not fair...” She grumbled. “You have no problem stripping in front of me but I.. I just...”

His features softened, realizing she was still shy about her body. “It's okay, Botan... you don't have to undress... or dress in front of me if you don't want to... I'm just used to stripping down to my skivvies in my own room... I didn't stop to think that you would be embarrassed... I will change in the bathroom from now on...”

“It's not that I didn't like the view...” Botan replied then gasped, covering her mouth. Did I just say that out loud?!

Kurama quirked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

She felt her body react to the wicked grin spreading on his lips and fought the urge to kiss him as she grumbled. “You know what I meant, Kurama...”

“No... I'm afraid I don't...” He replied in a teasing tone. “Enlighten me, will you, beautiful, lovely, Peony...”

“Ack... stop... you're making me... want to...”

“Want to... what?” Kurama asked, moving closer to her, a bit of gold in his eyes as he studied her intently. “Slap me... kiss me... What is it you want to do, Botan?”

“Both...” She admitted with a pout, unable to look him in the eye, afraid of what she'd find... and how she'd react.

He laughed softly to ease the growing sexual tension, gold fading from his emerald orbs as he backed away. “Well, I'm not adverse to either, Botan... but I should be serious... and respectful...” He turned around, calling out softly. “So I won't peek...”

Botan blinked at the change of energy in the room and his voice, that lovely tension between them easing and her body felt disappointment though her mind understood that he simply enjoyed teasing her and meant no harm. “Promise?”

“I promise.” He replied, closing his eyes as he heard the girl unzip her jeans and slide out of them. His mind imagined her long legs, recalling the sight of her naked and nubile body when he had healed her after Yakumo's attack and he let out a low groan, his body reacting instantly. Stop it... you'll only frighten her. He growled to himself, shifting his imagination to thoughts of unpleasant visions and sighed in relief as a certain part of his anatomy relaxed and went back down.

Botan could have sworn she heard him groan but shook her head, tugging her new jeans up over her hips, zipping them as she slid her shoes back on. “Okay... you can turn around.”

Kurama pivoted around to face her. “Ready to go now?” He asked.

“I am.” Botan answered, heading over to the window.

The red head followed, climbing out first, frowning as the rain still fell, making sure he had good traction on the slippery roof before holding out his hand, pulling the deity up and out. He closed the window, watching as the ferry girl created an oar, sliding on behind her, holding tight as Botan took off into the stormy sky and headed towards Yusuke's apartment, not sensing the pair of violet eyes that watched them.

Interesting. The dark haired male thought, rain pinging off his red biker jacket. The demon and the ferry girl are lovers.... Sensui will find this highly amusing, I'm sure. He took off, shadowing the pair, just as he had done when following the deity to the fox spirit's house. Ten minutes later he came to a stop a safe distance away, watching as the pair landed at the entryway to Yusuke's apartment complex. Tomorrow should be... fun... He thought, grinning as he walked away, veering left in the direction of his leader's rendezvous point.