Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ Three Kings and a Wedding ( Chapter 21 )

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Chapter 21- Three Kings and a Wedding

June 22, 1993 Minamino Residence

Kurama rested beside the ferry girl as night now dominated the sky. The fatigue of his battles with Gamemaster, Gourmet, and Sensui coupled with his crying in Botan's arms, had worn the kitsune out. His mind, however, grew restless, his fears plaguing his dream state as he was drawn farther into unconsciousness, images flashing before him and shifted. He found himself running through a vast forest, heart hammering in his chest, panic seizing him as he searched for the one most precious to him, “Botan?! Botan where are you?!” He cried out, desperate to find her.

“Kurama!” Botan's voice carried on the wind and he pivoted to his right, leaping through the brush, heedless of his own safety and he soon came into a clearing, skidding to a stop at the sight that met his view, growling out, “Shunjun....”

“That's right, demon spawn,” The tall SDF Member growled in return, his forearm wrapped around the ferry girl's throat as he crushed her against his larger body. “And if you come any closer, I will break her neck.”

Kurama's eyes flashed, flecks of gold in his emerald eyes. “And if you kill her, I will rip you apart with my bare hands.”

The SDF officer snorted. “You won't live long enough to even reach me,” Shunjun taunted, lifting his right hand, preparing to let loose a volley of Reikai energy orbs only to cry out as the deity bit down on his forearm, tearing at the skin and he let go, snarling, “Stupid bitch!”

Kurama watched in horror and rage as Shunjun backhanded the ferry girl, something inside of him snapping and he felt a pulse of energy, his body shifting instantly, growing taller, bulkier, stronger. Unruly red hair morphed into long straight strands of silver. Human ears receded, fox ears sprouting up in their place. Gold dominated where emerald once ruled and he rose to his full height, voice low and lethal in it's intent. “You tried to take what belongs to me... and you hurt her... for that, I will kill you...”

Youko held up his hand, vines responding to his silent command, snapping down and around the officer, lifting him up off the ground, his cries of fear and rage cut off as the kitsune made a violent motion with his hand, the plants doing his bidding, tearing Shunjun apart, blood splattering like rain as he was dismembered. The youkai smirked, admiring his work before walking over to the ferry girl, features and tone softening as he reached out, pulling her up and into his arms. “It's alright, Botan. He can never hurt you again.”

Botan rested her head against his shoulder. “You saved me, Kurama... thank you...”

Youko smiled, leaning his head sideways to nuzzle her neck. “Anything for you, Botan...”

Outside of the kitsune's mind, Botan began to stir beside him. She felt something nuzzling her neck, eyelids fluttering open, freezing at the sight that met her gaze. Youko? She murmured. For that was who was holding her right now. The large frame and his fox ears were a dead give away. But how... why... why now? Why is he like this? She blinked as the kitsune pulled her tight to him, blushing as she heard her name on his lips,

“Botan...”

She smiled, tentatively reaching out to caress his hair, her eyes shifting to those adorable ears and she bit her lip, reaching up to touch one giggling softly when it twitched, finding the surface rather soft and velvety. She froze as her eyes were suddenly staring into the golden pools of Kurama's demon form, her hand still on his ear. “Um... it's not what you think...”

Kurama quirked an eyebrow, confused as to why her hand was on his head... on his ear... my ear... my ears wouldn't be up that high unless I were... “Am I dreaming? Is this a dream? Or am I really... in my Youko form?”

Botan withdrew her hand slowly, voice soft. “You are in your youkai form, Kurama... I don't know how... or why... but your body has shifted... into what you once were...”

He loosened his hold around her, lifting his hand, studying it, reaching up to touch his own ears, tactile confirmation that he was indeed Youko. He rose, heading into the bathroom, whacking his forehead against the door frame and he growled, clutching the growing bruise.

Botan bit back a laugh at the rare sight of him being clumsy, watching as he crouched down to enter the bathroom.

Kurama turned, bending low to gaze in the mirror, giving a start of surprise at the image that looked back at him. I am my Youko self. He reached out, poking his cheek with his clawed finger, a bit of blood pooling. This is no dream. But how? He turned to find Botan entering the bathroom, looking down at her as she asked,

“Do you know why this happened?”

The kitsune shook his head slowly. “No...”

The ferry girl tilted her head, features thoughtful. “I woke up to you like this...” She paused, motioning at his from. “Nuzzling my neck... and whispering my name... maybe you were dreaming about something?”

Memory returned to him then and he nodded. “Yes... I was... dreaming that Shunjun had kidnapped you... and he... hit you... something snapped... and I became Youko... to save you...” His brow furrowed. “But that doesn't explain why I transformed. I wasn't able to shift when Yusuke was murdered before my eyes....” His voice started then stopped as a different answer came to him then. I was angry when Yusuke was killed and wanted to avenge him, yet could not shift into Youko. But when Botan has been in danger... or threatened, my youkai strength spiked to great levels... my true self leaking through my human form. Could it be that it's... love and protection... not anger... that allows me full access to my power?

Botan saw the wheels turning in the kitsune's head. “What is it, Kurama?”

“You...” He whispered, features softening into a tender look. “It's you that triggered this change, Botan.”

“Me?” The girl murmured. “But I didn't do anything, Kurama...”

He reached out, caressing her cheek with the back of his clawed fingertips. “Yes, you did, Peony. You love me... you allow me to love you in return... because of this... My desire to protect you is fierce and unwavering... it is my feelings for you that triggered this change.”

She leaned into his touch, blushing. “Kurama... I don't know... It could be because of all your exposure to the energy of Makai... that awakened your ability to shift. I doubt I had anything to do with it.”

Youko's brow furrowed. “You have such little faith in yourself or your ability, Botan. Why is that?”

The deity lowered her head. “Because I don't feel like anyone special,” She answered. “I'm just a ferry girl, nothing more than that.”

The kitsune sighed, shaking his head though a smile tugged at his lips as he pulled her to him, hugging her. “You are so much more than a ferry girl, Botan. I feel it in my heart and I know it in my mind. You are special and loved and strong. Much stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Botan closed her eyes, resting her head just below his heart, wrapping her arms around his waist, basking in the warmth and the love she sensed from him, even in his youkai form.

Kurama smiled as she nestled against him, reaching out to caress her hair, content to hold her, his ears twitching as he picked up the sounds of footsteps heading up the stairs. “My mother is coming up here,” He spoke quickly, releasing his hold of the girl who looked up then out the door in a panic.

“What do we do?” She asked, turning her attention to the kitsune. “She can't see you like this!”

“I know,” He replied, voice low and insistent. “Try to stall her anyway you can. I will do my best to shift back... and hope that it works.”

Botan nodded, exiting the bathroom, closing the door behind her just as Shiori entered the bedroom.

“Ah, Botan, I was just coming to wake you and Shuichi up,” The human female said with a warm smile. “Dinner's ready if you're hungry.”

Botan beamed. “Of course we are!” She replied, trying to play off the kitsune's absence as she added, “Shuichi just needed to use the bathroom. He should be out in a minute,” The ferry girl moved towards Shiori, voice and features sincere. “Is there anything I can do to help you? Maybe I could set the table for you?”

Shiori nodded and smiled. “That would be lovely, thank you, Botan.”

The ferry girl followed Shiori out, casting one last look at the closed bathroom door before heading downstairs and into the kitchen.

The kitsune closed his eyes, focusing his will, imagining his human form. I must change back, I will change back. I am still Shuichi Minamino... I am still half human... I belong to this world... His form grew smaller, red replacing silver, fox ears receding, human ears in their place and his voice grew softer, lighter. “I am Shuichi Minamino....” He opened his eyes, emerald now in control and he let out a breath, relieved to see he was human once more. I will have to test this at a later date and in safer conditions but for now, I wish to remain as I am . The fox spirit opened the door, shutting off the light, walking over to his closet to remove a t shirt, yanking it over his head and down, trying his best to straighten his unruly hair then headed downstairs to join the two women he loved most in the world for dinner.

June 27, 1993 Tokyo Ginza District

“What do you think of this one?” Shiori asked, coming out of the changing room, dressed in a white gown with short sleeves, a modest v neck, and simple lace pattern. She twirled around slowly, to give a full view of the dress.

“You look beautiful!” Botan replied, rising as she checked out the fitting before turning her gaze over to the bench near the window. “Don't you think so, Shuichi?”

The red head smiled softly, lowering his book as he nodded. “Though I'm no expert on wedding dresses, I'd say she does indeed look beautiful.”

Shiori smiled, looking over at her son. “Thank you, Shuichi,” She went over to the mirror, inspecting it with her own eyes, blushing a bit. “It is rather lovely and fits perfectly.”

“Then you should choose that dress, mother.” Kurama said softly, casting discrete glances out the window of the dress boutique. His protective nature over the two women most important to him had driven him to follow along today. As far as I can tell, we haven't been shadowed but I must not let my guard down.

Shiori caught her son looking out the window, noting his distant expression, murmuring to Botan. “Poor boy must be bored to death sitting here with us women as we try on dresses....”

The ferry girl, chuckled softly. “True... Shuichi probably wishes he were somewhere else right now, but at least he's a good sport about it, right?” In the week since her exile, Botan had bonded even more tightly with Shiori, going on shopping trips with her, learning how to make different types of dishes, talking about the latest fashions and tv shows. It was really fun and relaxing to just sit and talk with Kurama's mother about whatever was on her mind. Almost like having a mom. She thought as she tried to recall her own mother, frustrated when she could not remember her features. Though I do remember her singing to me every night when I was tucked into bed.

“Well, I did my best to raise Shuichi to be a good sport and a good man,” Shiori replied. “I think I've done fairly well so far, don't you?”

Botan blinked, clearing her thoughts as she processed the human female's words, beaming as she nodded her head. “I'd say so. Shuichi is a good man with a gentle heart. It's part of why I love him like I do.”

Shiori's features grew soft and tender. “Shuichi loves you, too, Botan. I can see it in his eyes whenever he looks at you. It's just how Takashi looked at me those many years ago.” The human female shifted her gaze over to her son. “I only wish he was here to see how much our son has become a man.”

Botan followed Shiori's gaze, studying the red head with fond eyes. “I'm sure Takashi is proud of his son and the job you did raising him.”

“You think so?” Shiori asked, looking over at the girl.

“I do,” Botan said with a nod and a warm smile. “How can he not be proud of you both?”

Shiori matched the girl's smile. You are certainly older and wiser than your age, Botan. You and my son are a perfect match for each other. The human female's eyes twinkled at the sudden thought that popped into her head. “Botan... why don't you try on one of these dresses?”

The ferry girl blinked, turning her attention over to Shiori. “You think it's okay to do that?”

“Of course it is,” Shiori replied as she took her hand and gently led her over to a nearby rack. “That's part of the fun of shopping, right? Trying things on?”

“True,” Botan replied with a happy smile as she and Shiori perused the rack for a dress that would fit her.

Kurama kept his gaze focused outside, noting that the sun had fled behind a mass of dark clouds. Hmm... seems a storm is brewing. We shouldn't linger in town too much longer or else we'll get caught in the maelstrom.

“Shuichi, what do you think about this dress?”

Kurama heard his mother's voice and turned his head back, expecting to see her in another gown only to give a start of surprise at the sight of Botan standing before him in a wedding gown. The sleeveless dress accentuated her toned shoulders and arms, the silky satin material hugging the girl in all the right places. Botan's hair was down, her blue hair cascading down her back and around her lovely features, giving her a more adult and womanly appearance and his his body and heart reacted, awestruck by her beauty. “Botan...” He whispered as he rose and walked up to her. “You look absolutely breathtaking...”

The girl blushed darkly at his compliment and the way in which he studied her, smiling shyly at his praise. “You really think so?”

“Most definitely,” Kurama replied, his voice dropping in timbre. I want to tell her... so many things... I want to show her how much I love her... but I can't... not yet... but still... I desire her just the same... I never want to part from her. I love her too much to let go now. The kitsune reached out, taking her hands in his, caressing the tops with his thumbs, voice thick with love and desire. “Botan... seeing you in this dress... makes me long to make you mine... in all ways...”

Tingles of pleasure coursed through the deity's veins at his touch and his words, her pulse quickening at the closeness of him. “Kurama, you're making my heart act up... I want to be yours... in all ways.”

Kurama smiled tenderly. “I cannot help how I feel for you. I love your heart... I love the blinding light of your soul... I love you, Botan.” He leaned forward, resting his forehead against hers. He wanted to kiss her then, but knew if he started, he would never stop. And I promised mother we would behave. “When that time comes... I want to be yours and for you to be mine...”

Botan relaxed as their forehead's touched, feeling a desire to kiss him then. But I can't do that... too many eyes... and I don't want to embarrass him in front of his mother. “You're not scared at the thought of marrying me?”

The kitsune laughed softly. “No, love. So long as you are by my side, there is nothing for me to fear. Marrying you would only bring me joy.”

The love between the two teens wasn't lost on Shiori. They look happy... so in love with each other that the world outside no longer holds meaning... Like old souls... meant to be together... like... Takashi and I once were... She thought wistfully, feeling tears forming in her eyes. Takashi... our son... is growing up... into a fine young man... I hope... someday... to see you again so that I can share with you the story of our son's life...

After purchasing her dress, Shiori led the two teens out onto the sidewalk, heading for the rail station that would carry them home, the distant rumble of thunder signaling the encroaching storm. Kurama held Botan's hand as they entered the station, fingers entwined, his gaze so focused on the ferry girl that he failed to notice the blue eyes that watched them pass.

So that is what love is like? The blond thought, keeping a safe distance from the pair as he observed their behavior, committing it to memory as he saw the two teens enter the rail car. It seems to render you slow and unobservant and prone to surprise attack. The doors closing as the train sped off, leaving him standing still and a smile tugged at his lips. This information should prove most useful to my king... yes indeed. He turned, heading up the stairs and out into the busy city streets, the rain pouring down as lightning danced within the low lying clouds, thunder roaring in response, the lanky figure turning down a darkened alley, disappearing instantly from view as another burst of lightning flashed from above.

June 30, 1993 Makai, in the Land of Gandara

He stood near the window of his great palace, his many ears picking up the sound of footsteps approaching and he called out in a soft but deep voice. “So you are back already for Ningenkai, are you, Kanjaku? Good. I've been eager to hear your report.”

The tall and lean youkai dropped to a knee, voice and tone respectful. “As you wish, Lord Yomi,” Kanjaku said softly, his blue eyes low to the ground as he began. “In the week I kept the one called Kurama under observation, I found he has indeed been active in Human World, working as a detective for Reikai, though given the current exile of Prince Koenma, I'm sure his job title no longer applies,” The blond demon paused, waiting to see if his king would as any questions before continuing. “He currently resides with his human mother in a place called a suburb and has been living life as a normal human, despite his youkai nature.”

“Interesting,” Yomi murmured. “And what of his personal life?”

“Kurama seems very attached to the female called Shiori. She is his human mother. I overheard talk about something called a wedding on the 24th of this month, between her and her chosen mate, a male by the name of Kazuya,” Kanjaku answered. “Kurama spends most of his time and attention on one of Koenma's ferry girls named Botan,” He paused, blushing a bit. “She even... um... sleeps with him...”

Yomi quirked an eyebrow. “Sleeps with him? In what way, Kanjaku?”

“Literally, sir,” Jakujo replied, still blushing. “They sleep in the same bed.”

The taller male smiled, hearing the shyness in Kanjaku's tone. This boy is young and sheltered when it comes to females. Yomi thought of his subordinate. Of course he would see the sharing of a bed tantamount to a bonding in this world. “Tell me more about this ferry girl.”

Kanjaku cleared his throat. “She is... quite beautiful, my lord,” He answered, voice softening a bit. “Even for a reigen, the girl is... something to see... there is something... a bit unusual about her ki... though I don't know what it is...”

“She would have to be something special to win the affection of that cold hearted fox,” Yomi commented, features thoughtful. “Do you think he loves her, Kanjaku?”

The demon looked up, features confused. “My lord?”

“Do you think the kitsune loves her or is he just using her to gain something?” Yomi clarified.

The blond's expression turned contemplative. “I am not... the authority on matters of the heart, sir, but from what I have seen, he genuinely loves her. He seems very... protective of her... and they do.. um... touch and kiss each other quite often as well...”

Yomi chuckled. “I bet...” He replied, seriousness crossing his face as he spoke. “You've done well, Kanjaku. Go ahead and get some rest and we will discuss the next phase of my plan later on.”

The blond rose, bowing. “Thank you, my lord.” Kanjaku pivoted around, returning the way he came, leaving his king alone with his thoughts.

So you've fallen in love have you, Youko? Yomi murmured silently. A weakness I never expected from you, but people do change, don't they? A smile lit up his face. And as you taught me long ago, weaknesses are good for manipulating others to do your will. I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other real soon... Kurama.

July 3, 1993 Tokyo

Rain fell lightly from the overcast sky as the kitsune and the ferry girl exited the movie theater, the red head opening up the dark purple umbrella in his right hand, holding it over them as they walked arm in arm down the well lit sidewalk.

“I had a nice time today, Kurama,” Botan said softly, leaning into him as the rain continued to fall around them, the pleasant sounds of water pinging off the umbrella over their heads. “It was nice to just relax and have a good time out of your house...” She paused, stammering a bit. “Not that I don't like... being with you at home, either...”

Kurama chuckled as he turned, leading them towards the rail overpass up ahead. “I understand, Botan... it's good to get out and spend some time alone... just the two of us...” And we didn't seem to be followed today, so that could be a good sign of things to come.

A train roared above them as they entered under the overpass and the kitsune frowned at the faint sound of footsteps coming up behind them. So much for not being followed. He thought as he slowed to a stop.

Botan stopped with him, looking up at the kitsune, noting the serious expression on his features “What's wrong, Kurama?”

The red head focused his attention on the sounds, voice low and distant as he handed her the umbrella. “Stick close to me, Botan and follow my lead, alright?” Straightening his back, Kurama called out in a deep tone. “You'll have to do better than that if you want to shadow me without detection,” He paused, turning around slowly, moving to stand protectively in front of the ferry girl as three figures in brown cloaks came to a stop in front of the pair. “What is your reason for approaching us?”

The largest of the three reached under his cloak, holding up a glowing yellow orb, his voice low and gruff. “This is for you...”

The orb floated away from the outstretched clawed hand, coming to a stop before Kurama. He held out his palm, the orb dropping into it and the three strangers disappeared into the shadows.

Botan watched the interaction with curious eyes, moving around to stand to the red head's left. “What is that, Kurama?”

The kitsune looked down at the small glass sphere, frowning as he answered. “It's a message orb. Used often in Makai to relay video like communiques to others who may be far away.”

The ferry girl leaned down, studying the orb. “Where's the play button?”

Kurama blinked at her question, chuckling a bit despite the trepidation he felt at what the message might contain. “It's a rather... unique format to watch... here...” He looked over at the nearby concrete wall and he tossed the orb, the glass shattering, the yellow fluid slinking upwards and surprise marred his handsome visage as a very familiar figure now appeared before him. “Yomi....”

“Yomi?” Botan murmured, looking over from the kitsune over to the youkai imprinted before them. “Who is that?”

Kurama shook his head, motioning for her patience and silence as the image of Yomi spoke,

“Greetings, Kurama. It's good to see you again It's been a long time... too long...” Yomi began, pausing as he chuckled. “Of course... I really can't see you... now can I? Since this is a just a spirit of words... regardless... I hope to meet you in person soon... and that lovely ferry girl of yours...”

The color drained from Kurama's face as he dropped down onto the nearby box, clutching the side as he grit his teeth. How the hell did he know about Botan? How the hell did he know about me? It hasn't even been two weeks since we entered and left Makai... He couldn't know... unless... Understanding dawned on him as Yomi continued his speech,

“Imagine my surprise upon sensing your presence in Makai, however brief it was. Your job as a detective of Reikai must be very interesting indeed. Though, given the current situation in Spirit World... and their distrust of youkai, I am surprised that you've been left free to roam. That could only mean one thing.” Yomi paused, tilting his head. “That you are far too strong for the SDF to handle. Which also means you will be most useful to me and trust me when I tell you, I'm much different than I was those many years ago.” He sighed, features turning serious. “Back then... when you knew me... neither of us were very powerful... but that has changed... I've grown much stronger... strong enough to rival Mukuro and Raizen for control of Demon World,”

A smirk was visible on Yomi's face as he added, “You remember those two names, don't you? They were already in power before you left to become... what you are today... But in the last 200 years, I have joined their ranks. I plan to dethrone those two tyrants and unify all of Makai under my rule. But in order to do that, I'm going to need your help. Old friend... if you believe in the unification... then I beg you to join me in my cause and return to us... One last thing.... I found the one who stole the light from my eyes...”

Kurama glared at Yomi's image, gritting his teeth again at the new information.

“I'm sure you'll be amused... I certainly was when I found him... think of it as... another incentive to return to your home world...”

The image faded and the kitsune dropped his head. What are you up to, Yomi? What do you plan to do with me? And to Botan?

The ferry girl saw the trepidation and the fear roll across the kitsune's features and she crouched down before him, voice soft and worried as she lowered the umbrella to the side and reached out to touch his face. “Kurama... are you alright? What was this all about? And who is Yomi?”

Kurama lifted his gaze to meet hers at her touch, brow furrowed as he shook his head. “Yomi... was an old partner of mine hundreds of years before I fled to Ningenkai,” The fox spirit answered. “He was... reckless and impatient. When I would set up plans for raids, he would often rush ahead... costing me many men in the process... I couldn't... let it continue... So I... had an assassin sent to eliminate him... as you saw... it failed... merely blinding him.”

Botan listened, hearing the guilt and regret in his voice and she caressed his face, trying to soothe him. “And you think he wants revenge on you?” She asked before adding, “If he wanted to kill you, I think he would have done it already, don't you?”

Kurama blinked slowly, studying the girl with respectful eyes. “You're right, Botan... but what he truly wants from me... I don't know... and his mention of you is very unsettling.”

“Why is that, Kurama?”

“Because you are a weakness to the fox...” Hiei's voice interjected, walking out of the shadows to stand before the pair. “And any demon worth his salt always looks for a weakness in his opponent to gain an advantage over them... either in battle on the field... or in the mind...”

Kurama turned his attention to Hiei, rising as the deity did though he stepped closer to her to let her know he did not want her to leave his side. “Have you been following us as well, Hiei?”

“Don't flatter yourself, Kurama,” Hiei replied with a snort. “I was merely taking a stroll in this lovely weather when I happened to sense unfamiliar youkai energy and decided to investigate,” The fire demon's red eyes studied the wall where Yomi's image had faded. “So this Yomi is an old friend of yours?”

“Not exactly,” Kurama answered, watching as the smaller male pulled out a glowing blue orb and held it up for the pair to see.

“I had a visit from some strangers myself... Though they were sent by Mukuro.”

Kurama frowned at the mention of the King of the East. “Mukuro? That tyrant?”

“Yes...” Hiei replied with a smirk. “Now then, shall we watch the message?” Hiei asked, tossing the orb against the nearby wall, the fluid slinking up, revealing a heavily bandaged and handcuffed form, the voice.. odd... as the figure spoke,

“Greetings, Hiei. I am Mukuro,” The image introduced himself. “I would be there in person, but I seldom show my face in public. Not out of fear.. but rather annoyance at being mobbed by my adoring fans. Your recent appearance in Makai has come to my attention. And I began to wonder, why aren't you working for me? Think of it... you could be my right hand man. I'll even let you in on a little secret... For your ears only. Raizen is on the brink of death and when he's breathed his very last breath, I will strike Yomi with full force. He pushes for a peaceful unification of Makai. I'm sure you'll agree that such an idea is disgraceful for our homeland. If I'm correct in my assumption of your disposition, you should join me...”

The image faded and Hiei smirked. “This one certainly likes to hear himself talk,” He murmured, looking over at the kitsune. “Was he always like this?”

Kurama sighed, crossing his arms. “That and much worse.” He answered, features and tone distant. “Mukuro has always been a dangerous and tyrannical ruler,” The red head paused. “You have no idea, Hiei, of the damage and destruction Mukuro could cause if he unleashes his full might on the rest of Makai.”

“Interesting,” Hiei said softly, excitement on his features. “I think I will have to go meet him.”

Kurama frowned. “Are you seriously thinking of joining Mukuro?”

“No more than you are of joining Yomi's, ” Hiei countered then sighed. “Don't worry about me, fox... worry about your ferry girl and your mother... keep your weaknesses protected... and you won't have to return to Makai...”

“Are you sure it's wise to go back to Makai right now?” Kurama asked as he studied his friend. “It sounds like the whole realm is on the brink of war.”

The fire demon turned away, smirking. “Demon World is my home... and I want to get stronger...” He paused, images of his sister flashing in his mind and his voice softened slightly. “So that my weakness can never be used against me.” He tossed a look over his shoulder, smirking at the pair. “Stay here... get married to your woman... have lots of babies... and live a good life, Kurama... Makai will take care of itself...”

Kurama watched his friend leave, concern on his face.

Botan sensed it and spoke softly, “You're worried about him, aren't you?”

The kitsune turned his attention back to the deity. “Yes... but it's an... odd feeling... Botan... I don't know whether to be scared for him... or of him...”

The ferry girl met his gaze. “Kurama... is it that bad that he wants to return home? You want to go back there too someday, don't you?”

He reached out, brushing at the stray strands clinging to the side of the girl's face, his features shifting to a tender look as he whispered. “No... my place is here.. with you, Botan... I won't give you up and I won't run away... I want a life here... A life with you at my side... with children... of our own... That is what I want most.”

The girl saw the love in his eyes, felt it in her heart and she leaned into his fingertips, moving closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Kurama... I want that, too... more than anything...”

The closeness of her body woke up his own and he wrapped his arms around her in return, trying hard to control his desire for her as he kissed her crown. “Botan... We.. should.. go... home...”

The ferry girl felt the tenseness in his body, shivering a bit at the way his lower voice made her body come alive and she closed her eyes as he kissed her crown, knowing he wanted her... and had enough restraint to hold back and let her make the decision. Soon, Kurama... I promise... just not yet...She thought as she reluctantly loosened her hold, nodding, flashing him a warm smile. “We should... you're right... Your mother is probably home by now... and I want to help her make dinner.”

The mention of his mother cooled the heat building in his veins and his willed his body to calm down, matching her smile as he gave her a soft kiss. “My mother would like that, koishii... Let's go then...” He reached down, grabbing the umbrella, holding it above their heads as they cleared the overpass, arms entwined once more as they made their way towards the station and the train that would take them home.

Later that night, as the pair settled down for rest, the kitsune's gaze was fixated on the ceiling, his mind going over what had occurred earlier in the day. Despite my intention to remain here in Ningenkai, I know Yomi will have something up his sleeve to force me to help him. His mention of Botan confirms that he has had spies watching me; which means that he knows of my mother and my family as well. He turned his gaze over to Botan, his heart falling. If I go, I will have to leave her and my family behind. Reaching out he gently caressed his koi's cheek, chuckling softly as she murmured something intelligible and snuggled closer into him.

Beautiful Botan, I want to stay with you always. His features grew determined as he lowered his hand, shifting to his side, smiling as the girl reached out in her sleep for him and he gently touched her hands, then moved to pulled her back to him. I will find a way out of this dilemma so that I can remain here in this world with you, I promise. Kurama closed his eyes, willing himself into a light sleep, forcing the troubled thoughts in his mind down into the dark where the monsters of his memories roamed.

July 4, 1993 Atop a building in downtown Tokyo

Koenma stood in the center of the rooftop, brown eyes watching as his head ferry girl came into view. He waved to her, motioning for her to land, walking up to her as she slid off her oar and came towards him. “It's good to see you again, Botan. I wish our meeting was under better circumstances than this.”

Botan gave a slight bow of her head. “It is good to see you, too, sir. But your message only said to meet you here. Has something happened in Reikai?”

“Yes... and in Makai as well.”

The deity tilted her head, seeing the worried look on the prince's face, voice soft and curious. “What has happened, Lord Koenma?”

Jr. looked up into the sky as he answered. “My father... received a request a week ago... from the three kings of Makai.”

“What kind of request?” Botan asked, though she knew what the answer would be.

“As you know, when we entered Makai, the detectives power would have been felt across vast parts of the realm. Youkai are very sensitive to energy levels and each being as you know has distinct differences that allow them to be sensed and identified,” He paused to draw in a breath, letting it out slowly. “Well, the strongest beings in that realm are the Three Kings. Raizen of the North, Yomi of the West and Mukuro of the East. Needless to say, they must have sensed Yusuke, Kurama, and Hiei's ki and now seek to use that power for their own,” He turned his attention to the ferry girl, brow furrowed at the lack of surprise in Botan's face. “But you knew about that already, didn't you?”

“Someone came to Kurama yesterday and delivered a message orb to him. It was from the one called Yomi.” Botan confirmed. “Hiei also received an orb from the one called Mukuro.” Her features shifted to a look of worry. “I do not understand the politics of Makai but from Kurama's reaction and what was said, it seems that the third king, the one called Raizen, is dying. When that happens, Mukuro will unleash her forces on Yomi in an attempt to destroy him. Kurama was.... concerned about the prospect of war breaking out.”

“As should we all,” Koenma replied. “If that happens, demons will flee the chaos... coming to Ningenkai... or worse... be allowed to do as they wish to the human race. We cannot allow that to happen.”

“That's why your father refused their request, right?” Botan asked, frowning as the prince lowered his gaze. “Koenma?”

“The Kings also suggested it would be best to have those three return to Makai as they were too dangerous to remain in the human realm,” Koenma replied. “My father accepted their request.”

Botan looked at her boss in shock. “But... But that's...”

“Illegal... yes, it is... My father... King of the southern quadrant, who has been entrusted with the safety of Ningenkai, has made a deal with demons that could cost the lives of untold number of humans and youkai alike,” He clenched his fists. “If this gets out... my father will be stripped of his title and sent to jail... You cannot tell anyone of this, Botan...”

“But sir... we can't let them go there... if we do we'll never see them again.” And I'll lose Kurama... Please...Don't let them go.

Koenma heard the pain and fear in the girl's voice, his shoulders dropping. “Botan... I have no say in the matter... Yusuke has decided to accept Raizen's invite... Hiei will most likely do the same for Mukuro... Kurama may delay his involvement with Yomi's scheme... but his hand will be forced... there is nothing I can do to stop them.”

Botan shook her head. “If Kurama goes, I will go with him.”

The prince snapped his gaze in her direction. “Botan... you can't go there... you think the dark tournament was bad... Makai is a 1000 times worse...”

“I don't care,” She growled. “I nearly lost him once before.. I won't lose him again... I just won't...”

“But Kurama cares,” Koenma replied, features softening into a paternal look. “He loves you, Botan. That love makes him protective of you. To keep you safe he will go alone. Do not make it harder for him then it has to be.”

Her mind understood her boss's reasoning though her heart refused to let go of the idea of following the kitsune into Makai.

Koenma sighed at her silence. “Botan... I know you are not the type to mope around. You love Kurama, too... so put some trust in him. He won't remain in Makai forever... He will come back to you... Just like he always does...”

Just like he always does... Her mind repeated, the worry in her heart easing a bit. “Yes, sir...” She whispered, lifting her gaze back up to him, forcing down her depressive thoughts, flashing a curious look to hide the pain she was feeling. “So when is Yusuke leaving for Makai?”

“Tonight... at Genkai's... The SDF will be there to open a portal for him. The others will want to come and say their goodbyes... so make sure to tell Kurama and retrieve Kuwabara as well.”

“Yes, sir.” Botan replied, stepping back as she held out her hand, an oar materializing and she slid on sideways.

“And Botan?” Koenma added, lifting his gaze as he watched the deity float up into the air. “Do be careful, alright? My father's spies are still... lurking around...”

“Yes, sir...” She murmured, heading off in the direction of Kurama's house, trying hard not to let her emotions get the best of her. Kurama won't go... I won't let him go... I just won't...

July 4, 1993 Minamino Residence

Kurama sat under the shade of the maple tree near the pond in his garden, eyes closed in contemplation. Here is a place that is never dark; a place where I can relax and enjoy the light of this world. He smiled as he sensed the ferry girl approach and he slowly opened his eyes, finding the one he loved staring down at him. “You're back,” He saw the troubled look in the girl's eyes and his smile fell. “What is wrong, Botan?”

“You're going to go back to Makai, aren't you?”

The kitsune frowned, rising. “Botan... I said I wanted to remain here... I don't want to go back...”

“But you will just the same...” She countered. “Koenma said you would be forced to head back, regardless of your intention to remain in Human World.”

He stepped closer to her, reaching out to take her hands in his own. “Even if that were to happen, I would return to you, Botan... I wouldn't leave you here alone... I love you too much to do that to you.”

Botan looked down at his hands holding her own, voice soft and sad. “But what if something happens to you in Makai? What if war does break out and you have to fight? I don't want you to die, Kurama... I can't bear the thought of losing you.”

His heart hurt at her fear and he pulled her gently to him, loosening his hold on her hands to wrap his arms around the ferry girl, His head resting against hers. “Botan... you won't lose me...” He whispered, holding her close, trying to soothe her worry, even as his own concern rose to the surface. “If... If I am forced to go, I will do it... but I will find a way to come back here... back to you... to my family... I will not abandon you or them to life here alone and unprotected.”

Botan leaned into his solid frame, wrapping her arms around his waist, her head resting on his shoulder, her voice soft and nearly child-like in quality. “Promise?”

He smiled tenderly, turning to nuzzle her hair and kiss her crown. “I promise,” He replied shifting to sit down, gently pulling the girl to join him under the cooling shade of the tree. “Now then, why don't you tell me what Koenma had to say.”

By the time she finished, the kitsune's features had grown grim. “Raizen must be Yusuke's ancestor... he was the one who took control of Yusuke's body when Sensui was defeated and killed.”

Botan looked over at the red head. “You didn't tell me about that. What happened?”

“Well, suffice to say, Yusuke won but was upset at having his body controlled by someone else,” Kurama answered. “It is no wonder he jumped at the chance to meet his fore bearer.” He shifted his gaze heavenward, a troubled look marring his handsome face. “And with this information about Enma's acceptance to the terms asked by the three kings, it is inevitable that we will all be on opposite sides in Makai.”

“So it was intentional then?” Botan asked. “To force you to return to your home world so that King Enma wouldn't have to deal with the three of you?”

“Exactly,” Kurama said with a nod. “By agreeing to their request, he washes his hands of us and hopes that a war will break out, forcing the three of us to fight to the death, thus eliminating the threat, in his mind, to Ningenkai and Reikai. But what he fails to realize is that I have no intention of fighting in a meaningless war,” He looked back at the girl, smiling softly. “My home is here with you, Botan. I will not linger in that world any longer than I have to.”

Though worried over his safety, she understood and trusted his judgment and decision. I know he will come up with a plan. Kurama's too smart to be manipulated so easily. She tilted her head, resting it against his shoulder. “I believe you, Kurama.”

He felt relief in her trust of him and he reached out, twining his fingers with hers. “I won't let you down, Botan.” He whispered, tilted his head to rest against the girl's and they remained sitting under the tree until the sun began to set in the sky.

July 4, 1993 Genkai's compound

Kurama stood inside the temple, Botan at his side, feeling a bit sorry for Kuwabara as he raged out at Yusuke upon hearing the news the head detective was returning to Makai.

“You bastard...” The street fighter growled, grabbing the teen's white t shirt. “You said in Demon World that you wanted to go home and now that you're here, you want to go back... you're nothing but a spoiled brat who can't be happy anywhere!”

“I've already decided,” Yusuke countered in a tense tone. “Despite your heartfelt plea, I'm going to Makai.”

“What are you going to do there, huh?” Kuwabara snarled. “You going to turn into one of those monsters and come back to kill us?!”

“I don't know...” Yusuke replied in the same low tone as before.

“You don't know?!” Kuwabara roared, bringing his fist up, smashing it straight into Yusuke's jaw, sending the smaller man crashing into the doors and out onto the engawa of the temple, a cool blast of air swirling inside, sending the lighted temple into darkness as the flames of candle light were snuffed out.

“Nice...” Yusuke said with a chuckle. “I think I'll miss your weak ass punches most of all, Kuwabara,” He rose. “But truthfully, I don't know what will happen or what to expect. I just... need to go there to find out more about who I am... you can understand that, can't you?”

“No.. I don't understand it..” Kuwabara growled. “You are going to turn your back on your family, your friends, and Keiko. Real men don't walk away when they're needed, Urameshi...”

“Think of it this way, Kuwabara,” Koenma's voice called out as he entered the temple, drawing everyone's attention to him. “Yusuke is going to Makai to discover his true potential. Believe it or not, that is the safest place for him right now, what with the death warrant on his head,” He looked over at the Mazoku adding, “And he's been dishonorably discharged from Reikai's service, along with Hiei and Kurama. All part of my father's plan you see...”

Kuwabara started then stopped then sighed. “This crap is crazy... if you're going to go then fine... go... I don't freaking care anymore..”

Yusuke gave a small smile, walking over to his best friend, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he whispered, “Hey man, I know you're studying hard for school so do your best okay? I want to see you on your way to becoming a doctor or something successful when I come back in three years.”

Kuwabara gave a start of surprise, looking over at his friend. “You're coming back?”

“Duh... you think I want to stay in Makai forever? I have friends and family here. I won't leave them just cause I've got a youkai itch I need to scratch.”

A sense of Reikai energy erupted outside and the gang exited onto onto the deck, finding Shunjun and several of his fellow officers standing outside. Kurama growled but did his best to hide his irritation, blinking as Koenma spoke,

“So my father sent you did he, Shunjun? That's rather surprising.”

Shunjun snorted. “When Otake failed in his duty to bring you back, King Enma made me captain. It is my duty to make sure that the Mazoku, the fire demon, and the demon spawn known as Kurama all return to where they belong, thus keeping the safety of Reikai and Makai assured.”

The bushes rustled, the form of Hiei stepping out into the open area. “I am ready to leave this place.”

Kurama looked over, watching his best friend step forward towards the officers as the small male asked,

“That is why you invited me here tonight is it not?”

“It is.” Shunjun replied, shouting out, “Men, open the portal!”

The SDF held up their hands, sending out a specific pattern of energy, a black hole opening up and stabilizing.

Yusuke looked over at the red head, features and tone apologetic, “Hey, Kurama, give my regards to your mother, will ya? I would stay for the wedding but you know how these SDF guys are. So pushy..”

“Your exit is ready, Mazoku... best get going while you still can.” Shunjun growled out.

Yusuke gave a dark look, mumbling, “This guy really has a bug up his ass about youkai, doesn't he?”

Kurama laughed softly. “Yes... he does... unfortunately his attitude is the prevailing one in Reikai.”

“Really?” Yusuke asked, looking at his friend then back at the blue haired officer. “No wonder they all look so damn constipated... they must be really full of themselves...”

The kitsune blinked and chuckled. “That is one way of putting it, Yusuke... rather amusing, actually.”

Yusuke grinned. “Well, I am a funny guy, what can I say?”

“Move it, demon spawn!” Shunjun snarled.

The teen sighed, grumbling. “Yeah, Yeah, I'm coming..” He slung the bag over over his shoulder, calling out, “See you guys in three years!” He rushed forward, jumping into the portal, disappearing from view and Botan felt a sadness in her heart at her friend's departure.

Oh, Yusuke... you better not die... you'll break Keiko's heart if you do.

Hiei began to move forward as well, stopping at the sound of Yukina's voice.

“Mr. Hiei... do you have a moment?”

The fire demon turned, voice softening a bit. “What is it?”

Yukina bit her lip, reaching down to remove the necklace up and over her head, holding it out carefully for the dark haired youkai to take. “If you happen to come across someone in Makai who wears a necklace just like this, would you please give this to him? It's a sacred stone, different from normal tears, shed only during the birth of an ice apparition's child. Our mother... shed two... one for me... and one for my lost brother... The flames of his ki were so great the elders had to wrap him up in sacred cloth... if his aura was so intense back then... Just imagine how much more powerful he is now... so I know... with your Jagan... you should be able to find him...”

He looked down at the stone, knowing it was exactly like the one he held and lost long ago, his heart reacting in a manner that made him shake a bit, though he hid it well enough as he carefully took it from her outstretched hand. “Very well... but I make no promises that I will even find this elusive brother you've been searching for.”

Yukina gave him a soft but sad smile. “I know that... but still... I haven't given up hope that my brother is still alive... and searching for me, too...”

“Hmph...” He sounded out, sliding the necklace on. “I am leaving now... you should stick close to Genkai... and stay in human world... Makai... will be a war zone soon... and your... brother would not want you hurt... or killed...” He said before turning around, heading towards the portal. He stopped as he sensed Kurama's eyes on him, turning to look up at his friend. “I suppose you're truly staying here, Kurama?”

“I am,” Kurama replied with a nod. “I have a family to protect...” He paused, reaching out to take the deity's hand in his own. “And a ferry girl that I love more than anything in this world.”

Botan blushed but smiled lovingly at the red head.

“Sounds about right...” Hiei said with a smirk, looking between the deity and the fox, knowing those two were head over heels in love with each other and part of him felt... envious... of that closeness... I do not know if there will ever be someone that can truly understand and love me as unconditionally as the deity does for the fox. He thought. You're a rather foolish but lucky bastard, do you know that, Kurama? He sent out to the red head.

Kurama quirked an eyebrow at the silent message, sending back, I may be, but when you love someone, you don't let go just because things get rough.

Hiei snorted to hide the unease he felt at leaving Yukina alone and unprotected in Ningenkai. You're beginning to sound like the moron. You've become too soft. His features fell, turning serious. If you do end up going to Yomi, we will most likely become enemies... and I would prefer that not happen...

It is not something I wish to have happen, either, Hiei. So... I will do my best to figure out a way to stop war from breaking out.

Good luck on that, Kurama... Hiei replied. You're going to need it. “Good bye...” He murmured to everyone, leaping into the portal as well, disappearing from view, the SDF beginning the closure of the opening into Makai, Shunjun's gaze focused now on the kitsune who met his glare with a dark look of his own.

“Sir, what about the fox spirit?” One of his men asked. “Isn't he supposed to go tonight as well.”

“I'm afraid I'm not ready to leave,” Kurama replied, smirking a bit at their gasp of surprise, his ears picking up every word spoken. “I have people here that love me and I won't abandon them so quickly just because you find my presence in this realm uncomfortable to you.”

“Demon spawn...” Shunjun growled. “You will end up in Makai eventually... you can't help it... your nature always reverts back to one of violence and death... You will become as evil now as you were back then.”

“I do believe evil is a relative term, reigen,” Kurama retorted, not even bothering with decorum. “You live in the clouds... too far away to see the complexity of Makai... When you've walked in my shoes.... then you may judge me... but until then... keep you opinions to yourself.”

“Youkai scum...” Shunjun snarled. “You can't tell me what to do!” He stalked towards the kitsune, stopping as Koenma stepped in front of him.

“That's enough, Shunjun,” The prince said in a firm tone. “Kurama is permitted to remain here as long as he wishes until such time he is ready or willing to leave.”

“I don't have to take orders from you, Koenma...” Shunjun snapped.

“Martial law is no longer in effect, captain,” Koenma countered. “And even if I am in exile, I am still Enma's son. You will show me proper respect.”

“He's right, sir...” The dark haired male called Saitou said in a soothing voice.

Shunjun clenched his jaw, growling as he glared up at the red head. “Fine... Stay here then... you'll flee to that hell hole of a world soon enough,” He whirled around, heading back to the portal as he commanded, “Close it up!”

Koenma turned, walking up to the deck. “I've bought you a little time, Kurama,” He began, look ing over at his head ferry girl. “But we both know my father will not stop pushing you until you've returned to Demon World.”

“But it's not fair...” Botan replied, looking at her boss. “Kurama doesn't want to go back so why should he? Why can't he stay here?”

“I am working on something that will put an end to this whole mess,” Koenma answered in a hushed tone, looking over at the SDF. “But it will take time... so you're just going to have to trust me and let Kurama do what he has to do, Botan,” His features softened as he brought his gaze back to the pair. “So enjoy what time you have with each other... I promise it will get sorted out...”

Kurama and Botan smiled shyly at each other and the kitsune wrapped his arm around the ferry girl. “Let's go home, Peony....”

The deity nodded, the two of them heading down the deck and out towards the entrance, the ferry girl producing an oar and Kurama slipped on behind her, the pair heading back to Tokyo, safe for the moment from the reach of Reikai and the intentions of Makai.

July 24, 1993 The wedding day

Shuichi waited outside the chapel, adjusting his lavender tie, the heat of the day permeating his gray suit and vest, the white dress shirt clinging to his skin but he didn't complain, greeting people as they entered, the ceremony close to starting, his gaze falling on the form of a dressed up Kuwabara who grinned and waved at the red head, Yukina at his side, a simple light blue dress wrapped around her petite frame. Genkai must have helped her to pick out a human outfit to wear. He thought as the pair approached.

“Hey, there, Kurama! Hope we're not too late for the ceremony!” The street fighter greeted, coming up the steps, the ice youkai demurely at his side.

“Hello, Kuwabara and Yukina,” Kurama greeted in return. “You're right on time. Please go ahead and find a seat. The ceremony will start soon.”

“You got it,” Kuwabara said with a nod, holding out his arm for Yukina to take. “Come Yukina, my love, you'll get to see how humans marry each other.”

Yukina gently rested her hand on his arm, blushing a bit at his term of endearment. “I look forward to witnessing it, Kazuma... this.... marriage idea is very intriguing.”

Kurama smiled as the pair headed inside. The kitsune looked around for some sign of Botan. She must still be with mother. He thought with a smile, greeting more people as they headed up the steps and into the chapel.

Botan helped Shiori zip up the back of her dress, straightening out the lace and the train along with the veil atop the human female's head.

“I feel a bit nervous...” Shiori said with a an excited smile. “It's rather silly isn't? Here I am... middle aged and I'm shaking like I'm going on my first date.”

Botan smiled, standing back to study Shiori with a happy smile. “That's because you love Kazuya and want to be with him. After today... you two will be joined... that's what you've wanted for so long, right? Someone to love and be loved in return?”

Shiori turned her gaze over to the teen, a look of surprise on her face. You're much more mature than one would think, aren't you, Botan? “You say it well, Botan... better than I ever could...” She smiled softly. “Shuichi is lucky to have you in his life.”

Botan blushed, voice and features shy. “I'm lucky to have him in mine, as well... I only hope...” Her voice started then stopped, remembering where she was. I can't say too much without worrying Shiori. This is her day after all.

Shiori tilted her head as Botan went silent, brow furrowing at the concerned look on the girl's face. “Is something wrong, Botan?”

The ferry girl shook her head, giving her brightest smile. “Nope! Just that I hope someday Shuichi and I will be as happy as you and Kazuya are.”

“You will be, Botan,” Shiori replied, reaching out to pat the girl's hand. “My son loves you, Botan. He loves you with a fierceness and loyalty that cannot be broken. Not by time... and not by outside influences. So don't worry, alright? You won't lose his love.”

The blue haired female gave a start of surprise at the human's response. It's almost as if she knows... but how is that possible? “I know... just a bit nervous about things... that's all...”

“Well... no worries... not today... today is a time to celebrate, right?”

“Right!” Botan exclaimed with a wide smile.

“Okay then... go ahead and return to Shuichi, Botan... I'm sure he's anxious to have you with him before the ceremony starts.”

Botan nodded. “Okay.” She replied, exiting out the side room, going down the steps and rounding the chapel, her eyes falling on Kurama as he stood waiting near the entrance. He looked so very handsome, dressing a gray suit that fit his lean and toned form perfectly, and she couldn't help but blush at the way he looked at her as she walked up the steps, stopping before him. “Hello, handsome!” She greeted, leaning in to give him a happy kiss on the lips.

Kurama studied the ferry girl, finding her lovely in her simple lavender summer dress. He returned the kiss, murmuring against her lips. “Mmm... hello beautiful...” He replied, voice a bit low though his eyes twinkled. “I take it my mother is ready to begin then?”

The ferry girl smiled up at him, nodding. “She is...”

The red head held out his arm for her to take. “Then let's head inside, shall we?”

Botan slid her arm under and around his, walking beside him as they entered the chapel, heading over to the front pew on the girl's left side, sitting down as Kazuya waited patiently in front of the pastor to the pair's right. The pastor spoke softly, his features and voice joyous as he began,

“Welcome everyone. At the end of the ceremony here today, the wedding party will proceed outside for a flower shower to celebrate the union of Kazuya Hataka and Shiori Minamino. You may all stand up now.” He paused, looking towards the entrance as he called out, “Let the bride come forth!”

Music began to play and the doors opened, Shiori stepping in time with the song as she walked down the aisle, coming to a stop to Kazuya's left. Suichi the younger stood off to the side near his father, holding the purple cushion that held two rings, dressed in a suit similar to his soon to be older brother's. The guests sat down as the music died out, watching as they waited for the ceremony to begin.

Kurama studied his mother, seeing the joy in her eyes as she gazed at Kazuya and the pastor began,

Love is patient, and love is kind

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud

It is not rude

It is not self-seeking

It is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs

Love does not delight in evils but rejoices with the truth

It always protects

Always trusts, always hopes

Always perseveres

Love never fails

The pastor finished, focusing his attention on the groom. “Kazuya, you marry this woman and become her partner. Do you promise in peaceful times and during sickness to love this person, respect this person, comfort this person, help this person, until death do you part?”

Kazuya kept his gaze on Shiori, his features gentle and loving. “Yes, I promise.”

The pastor turned to the bride, repeating the question. “Shiori, you marry this man and become his partner. Do you promise in peaceful times and during sickness to love this person, respect this person, comfort this person, help this person, until death do you part?”

Shiori felt tears in her eyes, smiling tenderly at her chosen husband. “Yes, I promise.”

“Please bring forth the rings.” The pastor called out and Suichi moved to stand just below the pair, holding up the cushion.

Kazuya smiled at his son, reaching out to clutch the ring for Shiori, taking her hand gently as he slid the gold band on the third finger of her left hand.

Shiori then did the same with the ring for Kazuya.

The pastor beamed and called out. “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!”

Kazuya leaned forward, giving Shiori a soft kiss and cheering erupted.

Kurama rose, along with Botan, and exited the chapel with the rest of the assembled crowd heading outside, lining each side of the sidewalk as flower petals were released in the air and the newlyweds walked down the steps and along the sidewalk to the limo that waited at the end, waving to the crowd before they entered the car and it took off, heading for the site of the reception. The rest of the group followed, making their way to the hall for the celebration of their friends and loved ones union.

July 4, 1993 Reception Hall

“That ceremony was beautiful, wasn't it, Kurama?” Botan asked as she danced with the kitsune, the live entertainment playing a slow number and she followed his lead gracefully around the dance floor, several people watching in awe at their fluid movement.

“It was... I feel so very happy for my mother,” Kurama replied, twirling her around, perfectly in time with the rhythm of the music. “She has found someone who makes her feel... loved... She is no longer alone in this world.”

Botan looked up at the red head, studying him with fond eyes as she matched his steps. “She deserves to be loved and wanted, Kurama... and she is... so to are you...”

Kurama met her gaze, adoration on his angelic features as he whispered reverently. “So I am... and so are you, Botan... I love you and want you as my own... and to be yours... when... this is all over... When this body of mine is a bit older... I want to marry you... and live with you, Botan...”

Botan blushed darkly, heart fluttering as she felt her knees weaken a bit. “Kurama... I want that too...” A thought came to her then and she giggled.

Kurama tilted his head, smiling at her giggle. “What's so amusing, love?”

“It's just... here we are... both older than your mother and her new husband... yet we have to wait to get married... because you're stuck with the body of a 16 year old...”

The red head blinked then laughed softly. “So I am.. but it cannot be helped...” He leaned down, nuzzling his nose against hers. “Oh well, we still love each other... and that is all that matters to me.”

“True...” Botan replied, returning the nuzzle. “I'm yours and you are mine... that's good enough for me.”

Kurama felt longing for her then, a flash in his eyes as his Youko side rose just under the surface. “You are mine... and I am yours... as it should be...”

Botan shivered at the change in timbre. Why does such a simple thing like his tone in voice affect me so easily? She wondered, eyes widening a bit as Kurama leaned forward and kissed her. This kiss was slow and burned and she reacted without thinking, returning it, breaking apart only when the need to breathe kicked in and cheers erupted around them.

Kurama tasted the girl in that moment, groaning when she returned it, wanting more, desire getting the better of him and he was thankful for the noisy intervention that stopped him from lifting her up into his arms and looking for the nearest place to claim her. What is wrong with me? He chided himself, casting his gaze down at the flushed features of Botan as she looked up at him with both aroused and nervous eyes. His features softened, pushing down his lustful thoughts. “I'm sorry, Botan... I shouldn't have...” He blinked when the girl reached up to silence him.

“I liked it, Kurama...” She whispered. “So don't apologize...” She felt a bit out of breath and dizzy as she leaned into him. “But I.. I think I need a break from the dancing.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her answer, kissing her fingertips, though he behaved himself as the song came to an end. “Alright, Botan...” He replied, leading her back to their table.

“Shuichi really loves Botan, doesn't he?” Kazuya asked as he led Shiori out to the dance floor.

“Yes, he does.” Shiori answered, moving with her new husband as a more upbeat song began to play.

“Seeing that display of affection... reminds me of when I was young and in love for the first time...” Kazuya said softly, looking at his wife as he asked, “Um... you did talk to him about... men and women, right?”

Shiori laughed softly. “Don't worry, Kazuya, I gave Shuichi the talk... He was mortified... much like I'm sure you were when your parents told you at that age...”

Kazuya chuckled. “Very true... when you're young and in love... everything is so intense... and you feel... embarrassed to talk about what your heart and body feels... especially with your parents...”

“And now we are the parents... and they are the children...” Shiori said with a soft smile. “I only hope they... can behave themselves a while longer... as much as the idea of grand children brings me joy, I want them to have some stability in their life first.”

“I agree, Shiori....” Kazuya replied, twirling her around. “But sometimes... things happen... that get in the way of logic. Your son loves that girl... and she loves him... sexual intimacy will happen eventually... it is only natural...”

“I know...” Shiori whispered. “I just want them to be smart about things... that's all.”

“Don't worry, love. Your son is the smartest person I know... and he's still a teen... Imagine him as a adult?”

Shiori looked over at her son as another song began and the two teens went back out onto the dance floor, an image of Takashi popping into her head and she whispered to Kazuya. “Can we move closer to Shuichi and Botan, love? There is something I want to talk to my son about.”

Kazuya nodded, smiling tenderly at his new wife. “Anything for you, my love.” He guided her along, coming to dance next to the younger couple and Kazuya called out softly, “May I cut in?”

Kurama looked over at his father-in-law, seeing his mother studying him and he nodded, sensing a need to talk. “Of course...” He answered, loosening his hold as Kazuya danced with Botan and Kurama led his mother along the dance floor. “You look very happy today, mother,” Kurama began the conversation for them. “I know Kazuya will treat you right and be faithful and loyal to you. As a good man should.”

“I know he will be, Shuichi,” Shiori replied, smiling up at her son as she spoke, “I wanted you to know... that I'm proud of you, Shuichi... and I know your father would be proud of you as well.”

Kurama tilted his head but said nothing, letting the human female continue.

“You have your father's eyes, Shuichi... and his gentle heart.” She murmured as she studied her son. “He was so smart... smarter than anyone I ever met... and handsome... and he loved you... very much...” Her features turned wistful. “When you were born... you had a full head of red hair... I was so shocked... but Takashi... was proud... he said you had a samurai's spirit and strength... that you were a reincarnated form of his ancestor... and that you would grow up to do great things and make your family proud.”

Sadness marred her face as she whispered. “But then your father died... and you grew up without his influence and guidance... I just... wanted you to know, that I love you, my son... and that Takashi loved you, too... and that no matter what you do with your life, we will both be watching over you... supporting you every step of the way so that when you become an adult.. you will know what to do with your life... I know you will make us proud... but also... I want you to know that no matter what happens... you will always be loved and welcomed home.”

Though the kitsune knew that his mother was in the dark as to the truth of what he was and his situation, something in the way she spoke to him eased his mind and he gave her a loving smile. “Mother... I... thank you... it helps me to know this... that you love me unconditionally... makes me smile...that my father... is watching over me... make me happy...”

“Your happiness is what I wish for more than anything, Shuichi,” Shiori said softly. “Takashi Minamino will always be your father... you carry his blood in your veins... and Kazuya can never replace that lost bond... but it is my hope that you two will remain good friends as the years go on.”

“Mother... do not worry... I like Kazuya... I am glad you chose him as your husband... you were lonely... and in need of comfort and understanding... Kazuya provides that for you... I will always love my father... but I can also respect Kazuya and think of him as a friend... and as your husband without regret or suspicion...”

Shiori smiled and hugged her son. “Thank you, Shuichi... that means a lot and eases my worry...” She looked over at Botan who smiled and laughed softly as Kazuya led her around the dance floor. “I hope that someday, you and Botan can have the same love and understanding... as your father and I did... and Kazuya and I do now...”

Kurama looked over at his beloved, features tender as he spoke. “I love her, mother... I want to marry her and have a family with her.”

“You are more mature than your age, Shuichi, I know this. I know you don't make decisions lightly,” Shiori replied, seeing the love light shine in the boy's eyes for the beautiful blue haired girl. “That you have chosen Botan brings a smile to my face and eases my worry over you being alone. She is smart, happy, energetic, and bubbly... just what you needed to lift you from your reserved nature... and look at you now... smiling, laughing, enjoying the moment with friends... that is what you deserve more than anything, Shuichi... to live a happy life surrounded by people who care about you.”

He turned his attention back to the human female, feeling a bit of heat on his cheeks. “Mother... I am happy... Botan makes me happy... my friends make me happy... you make me happy... I am glad to live the life I do... I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.”

Shiori smiled. “I am glad to hear it.”

The song ended and another began, Kazuya coming back towards them. “May I cut in?”

“Of course,” Kurama said, backing up and away from his mother as Kazuya gently took Shiori's hands and began to dance with her once more. The kitsune walked back over to the deity, leading her into another dance, smiling as the girl asked,

“You looked happy, Kurama, What did you mother say to you?”

“She told me more about my father and that he would be proud of me and to always know that he loved me with all his heart,” Kurama answered. “She seemed to be a bit worried that I thought Kazuya would try to replace my father in her life and mine... but I eased her concern...”

“Ah... well, as you said those two are a perfect match.” The ferry girl said softly, leaning into him as they danced together slowly, enjoying the closeness of their bodies as the moved in time with the music.

“So they are... just as we are, beautiful, lovely, Botan...” Kurama whispered, holding her close. He tilted his head against hers.No matter what happens, I will always love you, Botan... even to my dying breath. He vowed, not letting go until the songs had ended and it was time to leave.