Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ Second in Command ( Chapter 22 )
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By: Kusara 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.01.2015 | Pages: 16 | Words: 10.5K | Visits: 263 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.01.2015 | Pages: 16 | Words: 10.5K | Visits: 263 | Status: Work In Progress
Another update for those who enjoy
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Bio scanner- a goggle like scanner that measures both physiological and ki levels then records the datum. HATV- Hovercraft All Terrain Vehicle. A motor-bike like craft that hovers in the air, powered by charged energy cells. Used by Yomi's recon unit for shadow missions over the vast stretches of Makai. Shadow missions- Reconnaissance and stealth directives given by Yomi.
Chapter 22-Second in Command July 24, 1993 Near Kurama's Home Kurama and Botan exited the train station, strolling down the well lit sidewalk that led into the suburb where his home lay. The kitsune tossed his gray suit jacket over his shoulder, holding it with his crooked right index and middle fingers while his free hand held the ferry girl's. They walked at a casual pace, fingers entwined, tossing occasional tender looks at one another until at last Botan broke the companionable silence. “I had a lot of fun tonight, Kurama,” She spoke in a soft tone. “Your mother nearly glowed after making her vows. Her and Kazuya are a perfect match.” “She looked radiant today, I agree,” Kurama replied with a soft smile. “They are quite compatible. So gentle in temper and easy going. They will have a long life together and I am happy for them both.” Botan's features turned thoughtful, her voice becoming a bit shy as she asked, “Do you think that... someday... you and I can have a wedding ceremony like that?” Kurama turned his gaze over to her, his mind imagining the day when she would be his and his alone. “We can have whatever kind of ceremony you want, Botan,” He answered. “So long as you still wish to marry me when that time comes.” Botan blinked but smiled. “Of course I want to marry you, silly,” She replied. “I love you and want to share a life with you. With...” She paused, blushing darkly. “With children... of our own...” He caught her blush and slowed to a stop, turning to face her, voice low but quiet as he loosened his hold of her hand, lifting his own hand up, reaching out to gently caress her heated cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Lovely Botan. Nothing would please me more than to be your husband... to share a life with you... to have children of our own... I know I'm not... the most romantic man in the world. But my heart...” He paused, reaching down to take her hand back in his, lifting it to rest against his chest. “This heart, loves you fiercely. It wants you and needs you... It won't let go... and it won't run away. So, no matter what happens from here on out, even if I'm far away, I will always be with you and you will always be with me.” She leaned into his touch, the way he spoke to her making her knees go weak, feeling the strong and rapid pulse under her fingertips and she moved closer to him, drawn to the depths of emotion reflected in his emerald pools. “Kurama...” Her voice and the way she whispered his name made his body come alive and the kitsune met her gaze, finding the girl's pupils dilated and her breathing and heart rate quickened, sensing her desire for him in that moment and his eyes widened in surprise as the girl leaned forward and brushed her lips over his. He groaned, returning the kiss, pulling apart slowly, panting a bit as he rested his forehead against hers and pulled her to him. “Botan... you kiss me like that... and we won't make it home...” The ferry girl giggled, reaching up to stroke his face with her fingertips, giving him gentle kisses as she panted back. “Sorry... I can't help myself... you have very kissable lips.” He laughed softly, nuzzling his nose against hers, returning her soft kisses. “Mmm... I could say the same of you, koishii...” Kurama's features darkened suddenly at the sense of a youkai's presence and he turned his gaze to the side, eyes falling on an approaching figure, shifting to stand in front of the deity, his left arm wrapping around his side and against her in a protective stance. “That's far enough.” The kitsune growled. The blond quirked an eyebrow but did as directed, coming to a stop. His lean frame was clothed in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. “I mean you and your lady friend no harm, Kurama,” The man countered in a soft tone. At the use of his name, the kitsune narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?” “My name is Kanjaku,” The blond answered. “A servant to Yomi, King of the West.” The red head frowned. “Yomi? What else does he want from me? I already sent a message that I would leave this realm on the 29th.” “True, but my lord sent me to offer his congratulations of your human mother's bonding ceremony and to reaffirm in person your commitment to aid him in his cause.” So you sent one of your men to deliver a subtle threat in acknowledging my mother's wedding and seek to make me stand firm in my decision. Very well, I will play along. “I will travel to Gandara on my own on the 29th of this month. So he may expect me then.” “As you wish. I will relay the message.” Kanjaku replied, giving a slight bow of his head, turning around as he walked away, the street lights flickering then going out for a moment, before flashing back on, the blond haired demon nowhere to be found. Kurama lowered his arm back to his side, staring at the empty space before him, turning to the girl when she asked, “How did he manage to find us so quickly?” “The same way the SDF does. Through observation and stealth.” Kurama answered. “Yomi is a rather persistent youkai.” Botan said, brow furrowed. “What do you think it is he wants from you, Kurama?” The kitsune shook his head. “I do not know, Botan. Perhaps he wants advice on how best to proceed in this upcoming war... or to help him plan strategy. One thing I do know is that he has knowledge of my weaknesses and has no problem exploiting them to get me to cooperate,” He sighed, walking slowly forward towards his home, the girl matching his stride. “That is why I booked a month long vacation for my mother and Kazuya. And with Suichi staying with his grandparents over the rest of the summer, I am free to head into Makai and deal with Yomi's request,” The red head paused, voice and tone turning sad. “But I will also have to leave you behind, Botan, and I loathe the thought of being separated from you.” “I don't like the idea of being left behind either, Kurama,” Botan replied in an equally sad voice. “I'm terrified of something happening to you.” He stopped at the front door, unlocking it, pushing it open for her to enter first. “Nothing will happen to me, Botan, I promise,” Kurama replied, walking into the house after her before closing the door behind him. “And I will be worried over you as well. The thought of you being harmed, frightens me.” The ferry girl smiled softly, shaking her head. “We're quite the pair, aren't we?” She said softly. “So scared the other will be hurt that we worry incessantly.” Kurama chuckled. “True.... but that's what happens when you love someone.” He replied, holding his hand for her to take. “Why don't we rest, koishii? All that dancing wore me out.” Botan blinked but laughed softly. “Silly...” She said, eyes full of mirth as she took his hand and he led her upstairs to his room. July 29, 1993 Minamino residence, garden Kurama stood outside in his garden, dressed in white pants and a brown short jacket, a purple backpack slung over his shoulder. He lifted his left hand, checking his watch. By now, mother's fight will be well over the Pacific, heading for Hawaii. The kitsune had escorted Shiori and Kazuya to the airport, standing with Botan and Suichi as they watched them board, waving until the plane began to take off. After dropping his brother off at the boy's grandparents, the red head and the deity had returned home so Kurama could pack and prepare to leave for Makai. But I hate leaving Botan here all alone and unprotected. “Are you sure you have everything you need?” Botan asked, coming to stand to the red head's left. Kurama lowered his arm, nodding as he turned to face her. “Yes. Though I wish I could take you with me,” He replied. “But my selfishness of wanting you at my side would only put you in danger,” Stepping forward, the kitsune lifted his hand, cupping the side of the girl's face. “I love you too much to let anyone touch or harm you due to my desire to keep you close.” Botan leaned into his touch, eyes closing a bit as she felt his thumb stroke her cheekbone. “I want to go with you but know that it's impossible. But I will miss you terribly while your gone. I don't know how I'll sleep without you by my side.” Kurama smiled sadly, shifting to lean his forehead against hers, hands lowering to take hold of the girl's. “I won't be able to sleep well, either, love. But if you get too lonely, call the house phone. The patch I imputed onto it will send all calls directly to me. If I'm able, I will answer and we can talk, alright?” “Alright,” Botan whispered, enjoying the closeness and the feel of his hands holding hers. A black portal appeared and Kurama tilted his head sideways, impressed at the timing and skill required to open a tunnel between dimensions with such accuracy. You really are determined to make me work for you, aren't you, Yomi? Reluctantly, the kitsune pulled back and away from the ferry girl. “I have to go, Botan. Give my regards to Koenma and Genkai during your stay with them and do be careful. I don't know who or what may come after you while I'm gone.” Botan felt him pull slowly away from her and her heart screamed at her to do something, anything to express her reluctance to let him go and she tugged him back to her, leaning up to kiss him full on the mouth. Kurama was surprised, groaning at the intensity of the kiss and he returned it with equal vigor, shifting to wrap his arms around her, pulling her tight to him, tugging on the girl's bottom lip when he broke off the kiss, voice low in timbre. “Peony... you're making it hard for me to leave...” “I don't want you to leave,” Botan replied breathlessly, reaching up to caress his face. “But I know you have to... and I wanted to give you something to remember me by... during your lonely nights...” Kurama made pleasing sounds at the caressing of his face, looking into her eyes as he chuckled softly. “Trust me, Botan, you're going to be on my mind every night while I'm gone.” There was something in the way he replied that made her blush. “Well... you'll be on my mind too, Kurama.” “Oh?” Kurama murmured, quirking an eyebrow. “Well then... guess I won't be so... lonely then... will I?” “No...” Botan whispered. “No you won't...” Kurama's eyes flashed and he leaned in to kiss her, reaching up to twine his fingers into her hair, claiming her mouth, groaning at the taste of her before pulling back, stifling a laugh at the shocked features of the ferry girl. “Something to remember me by, Botan.” The deity felt dizzy from the new and arousing kiss, staring up at the kitsune in surprise as she leaned into him for support. “God... Kurama... you're so mean sometimes...” Kurama laughed softly, reaching up to cup the girl's chin, trailing his thumb over her swollen lips. “Hmm... true... but I don't hear you complaining...” His features grew serious and he lowered his hand. “I have to go, Botan, but I will see you in a month from now... and perhaps... we can practice some more on those kisses...” Botan felt heat on her cheeks, longing for him but knowing now was not the right time. “I.. would like that... very much...” She whispered, watching as the kitsune turned and headed towards the portal. “Love you, Kurama.” The red head stopped turning back to look at the girl, memorizing her face and the scent and taste of her as he replied in an equally tender tone. “Love you too, Botan. Be safe and I'll see you soon.” Kurama pivoted around, strengthening his resolve. If I don't go now... I won't go at all... and I must do this... to get Yomi off my back. “Goodbye, my peony.” He said softly as he leapt into the portal and disappeared from view. Botan watched him go, already missing him as she replied in a sad whisper. “Goodbye, my fox.” She stood for a few moments in the garden until the portal closed and she was truly alone. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky and she sighed, reaching out with her right arm, materializing an oar and she slid on, rising slowly into the air. The ferry girl looked down at the Minamino house and the garden, her heart at one with her mind. Please be careful, Kurama. I don't want to lose you. She turned north, the took off, heading towards Genkai's and her temporary home. July 29, 1993 Makai Kurama trekked through the forest, keeping his senses open to any sign of danger. In the four hours of his hike, no youkai presented themselves and he continued on, hearing a ringing tone and the kitsune stopped, sitting down on a large rock, sliding off his back pack, unzipping a side pocket to pull out the modified phone and he hit the talk button, hearing his mother's voice on the other end, “Hello, Shuichi? Are you there?” “Yes, mother, I'm here.” Kurama replied, looking up at the perpetually red sky as lightning streaked across the sky, signaling a quickly approaching storm. “We made it to Honolulu and checked into our room and when we turned on the tv, the news station said an earthquake stuck in Tokyo about an hour ago and I had to call to make sure you and Botan were alright.” “Earthquake?” Kurama replied. “We didn't feel anything here, it must have been further into the city.” “Hmm... well, I'm glad you two are alright. You are... behaving of course...” Kurama blinked and cleared his throat. “Of course, mother. Botan and I have restrained ourselves quite admirably so you needn't worry so.” “I trust you, Shuichi. And I trust Botan too. I just worry about you. As your mother I cannot help it.” The kitsune's features softened. “I know but you needn't worry so. I am fine and so is Botan.” “That is good to hear.” There was a pause on the line and the red head picked up the sound of Kazuya's voice. “Kazuya says hi and expresses his gratitude and happiness at your thoughtful gift.” “It was no trouble. As I said before, I sold a few songs I wrote and decided to give this vacation to you as a gift. So please have fun and don't worry about us. We will take good care of everything while you're gone.” “I know you will, Shuichi. You're a good boy. Ohh, I have to go. Our dinner reservation is for 8:30 and if I don't hurry, we'll be late.” “Alright. I will talk to you soon, mother. Have fun. Love you.” “Love you too, Shuichi. Goodbye.” “Goodbye, mother.” Kurama hit the end button, reaching down to pull his backpack up to his lap. The kitsune pocketed the phone then slid the bag over his right shoulder, rising to his feet as he studied the vast landscape. A few more hours and I should arrive in the capital city of Gandara. He jumped down, following the trail through the massive woodland until at last he entered a clearing, the outskirts of the city visible and the kitsune quirked an eyebrow. This looks like it was modeled after something in Ningenkai. He heard movement from above and he lifted his gaze, flipping up and away as a trio of ninjas attacked at full speed. The red head dodged a slash aimed for his head, blocking the other blade with his backpack, forcing his attacker away and Kurama leaped into the air. Holding out his left arm, the kitsune sent out vines with thorns, the green tendrils shooting out through his jacket sleeve and past his hand, twisting around the closest ninja and he yanked forward, the shinobi flying into the air, his large form crashing into a nearby tree trunk, breaking it in half, no longer moving. Kurama reached behind his hair, drawing out a rose as the other two ninjas charged headlong towards him,feeding it with his energy, forming a whip, flicking his wrist in a series of rapid movements too quick to see, slicing the enemy into pieces. He sensed Yomi's presence and he sighed, lowering his whip. “Was all this really necessary?” Yomi stepped out of the shadows, dressed in a long overcoat bearing the colors of his kingdom, a smirk upon his features. “Hello, old friend, it's been far too long since we last... saw each other, isn't?” Kurama growled, turning around to face the youkai. “I don't find your pun amusing, nor do I take kindly to your greeting. I came to help you, not amuse you with trivial fights.” “Well, I wasn't sure it really was you, with your human scent and all. I had to test you to see your strength and it turns out I was right. You are indeed powerful... even if your ki is a bit different in that form of yours.” Kurama studied Yomi with narrowed eyes. “So you sent them to identify me? Rather cautious of you. You used to always run head long into danger without thinking.” “That is the past, Kurama. I've grown stronger... and wiser...” Yomi said as he turned around. “I can't afford to be reckless now. Not with Raizen and Mukuro seeking to dethrone me,” He paused, voice softer. “Do forgive the attack, I knew it wouldn't be much of a threat if you were truly strong and it wasn't. Your power is greater than what it was before.” “Lord Yomi..” Kurama turned at the sound of the voice, his gaze falling on a short and elderly youkai who addressed the six-eared demon. “The unification meeting is set to begin.” “Ah good...” Yomi replied then turned towards Kurama. “Youda, show Kurama around and get him some new clothes. I want him to join the conference.” The bearded demon turned his gaze over to the red head, quirking an eyebrow. “That little thing there is the one you've been seeking in Ningenkai? He's little more than a boy.” Yomi chuckled. “That boy is older than you, Youda, by several hundreds of years.” “Really?” Youda murmured, studying the kitsune with curious eyes. “I don't detect much demon energy in him at all... he smells human to me.” Yomi's features hardened. “You heard what I said, Youda.” The elder youkai lowered his head and bowed. “Of course, sir,” He turned his dark eyes over to Kurama. “Well, come on then. I'll show you to your room and get you dressed in more proper clothing for the unification meeting.” Kurama followed silently, the trio of youkai heading into the massive city. He looked around, finding many demons walking down streets, behaving in ways similar to humans in Ningenkai, though there was no motorized transportation visible. Hmm... interesting. Given what I've seen so far, this city is similar to a metropolis back home but the.. technology... is also advanced... beyond anything Ningenkai currently has created. The three of them headed for the center of the city and Kurama tilted his head back, marveling at the size of the building before him. “Impressive isn't?” Yomi asked, sensing the red head's awe and curiosity. “My palace and headquarters. I can hear everything in this city if I focus, though I can also block them out.” A door slid open and the King of Gandara stepped inside, Youda and Kurama following and they shot upward in the silent elevator, coming to a stop near the top level and the door slid open revealing a wide corridor. “I will leave our guest in your care, Youda, make sure to provide him whatever he may need,” Yomi commanded, turning left as he headed down the hall. “I will see you within the hour, Kurama.” He called over his shoulder. “Follow me.” Youda said in a clipped tone, turning right, leading Kurama down to another section of hallway. The short demon stopped about 20 feet down, lifting a clawed hand, typing in a series of commands on a small keyboard on the nearby metallic wall. Kurama blinked as a green light erupted above him. “What is this?” “A scan,” Youda explained. “It'll record your measurements and your ki, so that we can fit you properly and your room will respond only to your unique energy print.” He paused, holding out his hand on the green screen next to a gray metallic door and nothing happened. “Now you try.” Kurama stepped forward, placing his hand on the screen, blinking as the door opened, revealing a spartan interior. There was a bed, a desk, a storage trunk and a door that led into a simple bathroom. “This will be your room for the duration of your stay. I hope you find it adequate.” “It is serviceable.” Kurama replied, stepping inside. “Someone will deliver your clothing within 10 minutes once you've changed then they will take you to the council chambers.” “Thank you for your help.” The red head replied. “Hmm... well... I'm simply following my king's orders,” Youda replied. “Make sure you arrive on time. Yomi detests lateness.” Kurama watched as the door slid shut and he sighed, sliding the back pack off his shoulder, dropping it onto the top of the trunk. He walked over to the window, blinking as lightning flashed, illuminating his features, rain pelting the glass and he looked up into the clouded sky. Well, I've made it here and I'm still alive. He thought, his expression tightening a bit as his mind drifted, the image of Botan dancing in his head and his heart ached for the comfort of her presence. July 29, 1993 Genkai's Compound Botan stood on the deck outside her room, the soft pings of rain tapping on the rooftop above the ferry girl's head. After checking in with her boss and Genkai, the deity had went to her room, trying to get a feel of the place she'd be staying for the month. It was spartan, with only a futon for bedding and inwardly the girl pouted. I've been sleeping in regular beds for so long, I'm not sure how I'll do with this arrangement. Still, it's safe and dry, albeit a bit lonely. I should be grateful for the hospitality. I just wish you were here with me, Kurama. Botan thought as she looked up into the clouded sky, wondering how her beloved was faring in the land of his birth. July 29, 1993 Gandara Central Palace A chiming noise erupted in Kurama's room and the red head turned towards the door. That must be the one delivering my clothing. Walking to the door, he quickly eyes the controls, pressing the green button, the door sliding open, revealing a familiar face. “You again?” The kitsune murmured. Kanjaku held up a uniform similar to Yomi's in his left hand. “Greetings to you as well, Kurama sir.” The blond replied, holding out the clothing for the red head to take. Kurama took the uniform, voice softening a bit. “Apologies, I should have greeted you in a proper manner,” He replied. “I thank you for delivering this to me.” The blond gave a nod. “I will wait out here until you are ready to head to the council chambers.” The kitsune returned the nod, pushing the green button, the door sliding shut as he headed into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later the two men were heading down the hall, passing through a series of pillars. “Interesting architecture.” Kurama said as he observed his surroundings. “Lord Yomi is rather eclectic with the designs. His inspiration comes mostly from Ningenkai.” “Really?” Kurama replied, looking over at the blond. “I take it he sends scouts out to Human World for new ideas?” “Something like that,” Kanjaku replied with a smile. “He also has an interest in human politics and leans towards democratic and peaceful rule. It drove him to seek a unification of all of Makai and to plot a course for the future of this realm.” “Hmm... well, I can understand his desire to bring order and peace to chaos, but it is a monumental task to do in Makai. So many tribes and rivals. The power structure here is based on strength and cunning. Yomi will need an army of high ranking youkai to even hope to overthrow Raizen and Mukuro.” “Which is precisely why he needs your help,” Kanjaku said softly. “You know much of Human World and you spent a long time here in Demon World. Your mind is second to none and you have great strength of your own.” “I'm curious as to how you know so much about me, Kanjaku. Have you been shadowing me while in Ningenkai?” “Those were my orders, yes,” The blond answered, not bothering to lie. “From the time your ki was felt by my king to your arrival here, I've watched and learned much about you. For instance...” He paused, looking over at the red head. “You have a love for singing and you play your instrument very well indeed.” The kitsune blinked and tilted his head. “You heard me play my guitar?” He nodded. “And I have heard your gift of song as well.. and that of your chosen mate. The ferry girl named Botan. She has a beautiful voice... you two... sing very well together...” The fox spirit's eyes narrowed. “You sound a bit... enamored, Kanjaku.” The blond's brow furrowed. “I mean no disrespect, Kurama sir. I know she is yours and it is not my intention to even try to break that bond. I merely... I merely wonder if all ferry girls are as beautiful and special as yours.” Kurama studied the boy, for that is what he was. He's barely old enough to have been with many women or perhaps he's merely been sheltered most of his life? “How old are you, Kanjaku, if I may ask?” “I am 80 years old,” The blond answered. “I was found as a child by Yomi, who saw in me some measure of usefulness and took me in, raising me and I repay that kindness by working for his recon unit and for various duties such as guiding guests to council chambers.” The kitsune smiled slightly. “Ah... well, in regards to your question of ferry girls, yes, the women of Reikai are indeed beautiful. But like that realm, they tend to be... unattainable... for youkai and ningens alike.” “Why is that, Kurama, sir, if I may ask?” Kurama sighed. “Because the ruler of the Southern Quadrant will not allow ferry girls to have lives outside of their role of service, Kanjaku. They are to remain pure... in every sense of the word.” The youkai's brow furrowed. “Pure of spirit?” He heard the confusion in the young one's voice and he nodded. “Yes... But it goes beyond that. Ferry girls must be pure of spirit, pure of heart, pure of blood, and pure of body. They are not supposed to have lovers or husbands.” “But you and Botan...” “Are not lovers, nor are we married.” Kurama finished for him, hiding his own frustration at the current situation. “But... you share the same bed... you touch and kiss each other... are you not mates?” His innocence and naivete in terms of relationships was rather endearing and he felt a bit indulgent as he explained. “We are... together... that is true... I love Botan and she loves me. I am committed and loyal to her. I will never stray and I will never run away. She is the one I chose to be with. But we are not... mates... not in the Makai sense...” “You mean... like a physical bond?” Kajaku asked, trying to understand the fox spirit better. How to word this? Kurama wondered as he nodded. “Correct. Botan and I have a spiritual and emotional bond. But as with all youkai, to complete the bond, I must also mate and mark her.” “And you have yet to do that?” Kanjaku asked. “If you love her and want to keep her safe, why haven't you claimed her yet?” “It's not that I don't want to... claim her as mine, Kanjaku,” Kurama replied, hoping a blush wasn't on his cheeks as he explained. “It's that I leave it up to Botan to decide. I love her and will not hurt her in anyway. That means I will not touch her or force myself on her. She must make the first move.” “That is a bit different than here, though, isn't?” Kurama chuckled. “Yes... it's a... human trait... and behavior... for those who love each other... there must be respect... and understanding... and a willingness to wait...” “But... I've seen... I've seen humans do bad things... to each other... even when... they're supposed... to love each other...” Kurama's brow furrowed. “Well... yes... humans have their good and bad... We youkai... have those who are wicked... and those who wouldn't hurt a fly. And Reikai... has those who are pure... and those with... selfish and dark intentions. No one race is better than the other. Until all three realms realize this... there will be constant strife and misunderstanding.” Kanjaku studied the red head with curious eyes and an open mind. This one is different and very wise. King Yomi was right to chose him for his council. He stopped at the double set of doors, straightening his form. “Here we are. The council chambers. The others are most likely already there.” “Thank you, Kanjaku, for your help and the conversation. It is nice to talk to someone who does not judge me because of my human form.” Kurama said in an honest and open tone. The blond gave a slight bow of his head. “I've learned to judge people on their actions and words, not on how they appear,” He paused, smiling a bit. “And you are welcome.” He turned and walked down the corridor, leaving the kitsune alone. Kurama studied the doors, steeling his will. Now to find out exactly what it is Yomi expects of me. He put his hand on the screen, his palm scanned and analyzed and the doors open, revealing a rectangular table with a green flame dancing in the center. Beyond that lay a large screen while lightning flashed from the two massive windows to his right. Four of the five chairs were occupied, Youda standing in front of a podium near the windows, while Yomi sat at the head of the table, his back to the kitsune as he spoke, “Welcome, Kurama, you're right on time. Have a seat and we'll begin.” Kurama sat down in the unoccupied seat to Yomi's right. “Alright, now that everyone is here, I want you to pay attention to the screen,” Youda began, typing in a series of commands, a picture of a topographical landscape and a small chart showing three bars. “I've chartered the military power of each of the three kingdoms and please keep in mind the numbers are relative and based on statistical analysis, if you don't understand that, take a math class on your own time,” The small youkai said in a snarky tone before continuing, “Now, we'll chart that power one year from today.” The chart shifted, the middle bar nearly disappearing. “That has Raizen's power dropping down to zero!” The odd looking youkai to Kurama's right exclaimed. “That's wishful thinking,” An effeminate looking demon with blue hair murmured. “And rather reckless!” A gray skinned youkai added, his whiskers trembling in irritation. Youda smirked, turning around to face the group. “Not so. Because in a year from now, Raizen will be dead. His ridiculous hunger strike will cost him his life. When that happens, Raizen's kingdom will collapse. Lord Yomi and Mukuro will be in a dead heat. Our strategy should be to incorporate the defectors from Raizen's territory into our ranks, to tip the scale in our favor.” Yomi listened, features thoughtful. “Well, Youda, your ideas and tactics are standard and not unwelcome but what do you think about all this, Kurama?” The kitsune had listened silently, knowing he would be tested. And now I must prove my worth, I suppose. Very well. “The power levels shown compare only the rulers kingdoms. I would like to see information for the first and second strongest being in each kingdom.” He addressed Youda who smirked. “Child's play, really, but if you insist,” Youda imputed datum into the computer, a new series of charts and pictures popping up on screen. “We have Raizen, Mukuro, and Yomi,” the small demon replied, typing in new commands. “And now the second strongest. For Raizen it's the spiritual daoist, Hokushin, For Mukuro it's the demonic arts guru, Kirin, and for Yomi it's the general for our army, Shachi.” He turned to Kurama flashing a superior look. “Happy now, or should I graph it for you?” Kurama studied the information, voice calm and even. “As I thought, the second strongest in each kingdom hasn't been around long enough for you to gather information on,” He sensed dark eyes glaring at him from the one called Shachi but he ignored it as he leaned forward, twining his fingers before him as he spoke. “Let's assume for a moment that your information is indeed correct and Raizen's army will collapse upon his death, leaving a two way fight. Because Yomi and Mukuro's powers are identical, the deciding factor would normally be the strength of the number two. But in this case, they are all too weak to make any difference. And if this is correct, that means all the warriors besides the lords are useless.” He paused, his words snarky though his tone was even enough. “All this has proved is that Youda's intelligence gathering has come up with nothing of value.” Shachi crossed his arms, growling. “So the only tactic is no tactic at all? Sounds like the only thing that lacks value here is you.” “On the contrary, the balance of powers are about to shift.” Kurama countered. “As I explained, it is the second in command who will determine the winner of this battle. Within half a year, they will all be replaced.” “What?!” Shachi growled, glaring at the red head, uncrossing his arms to slam his fist into the table. “You arrogant bastard! You better watch your tongue or I'll rip it out of that human mouth of yours!” He stood up, trying to intimidate the kitsune as he raged on. “These hierarchies have survived for over hundreds years, unchallenged by any other demons and you waltz in here and think you can change things with your pretty little words?!” The gray skinned youkai stood up, studying his comrade. “Shachi, control yourself. Kurama is a guest here and does not understand our ways.” The scaled demon growled, clenching his jaw, his anger and hatred growing for the skinny little human brat. He will soon enough! I'll make sure of that! Yomi called the meeting to a close and rose up, addressing the kitsune. “Kurama, follow me, please. There is something I want to show you.” The red head nodded, walking beside the Gandara King past the many pillars that lined the corridor. “Now that was the most excitement we've had at our meetings in over a decade,” Yomi began. “You should have seen the way Shachi was staring at you. He wanted nothing more than to rip your head off for your affront to his honor. I'm sure he's plotting on how to kill you as we speak.” Kurama was not amused. “For a blind man you certainly see much, don't you?” “I heard his quickened heartbeat,” Yomi explained, “Felt the heat from his eyes and the tenseness in his muscles as the blood rushed through his veins. Losing my eyesight is partly what made me stronger,” He paused, features and tone more serious. “Now then, let me guess what you foresee six months from now. In the land of Raizen, his half-demon offspring, Yusuke Urameshi, trains relentlessly and looks to take control of Raizen's army, thus preventing it's collapse. Your friend Hiei has increased his power exponentially in his short time with Mukuro and has even garnered special attention from that soulless tyrant. Urameshi, Hiei, and yourself will be the number twos in just half a year from now. Well, that is what you believe, isn't?” He's learned well since I last knew him. Kurama commented silently, keeping pace with the taller youkai. “The second in command is the key to victory, just as you've always believed.” Yomi continued, stopping before another set of doors. He turned to face the kitsune, voice low as he spoke. “Now then... old friend... it's time to show you the other reason why I invited you here. After all, we can't discuss your future here with us without first meeting... him.” Kurama frowned. So now it comes to this. My “crime” against Yomi has come full circle. He tried to keep calm, even as his pulse increased. The doors opened, and the kitsune's eyes widened, gasping at the sight of a shackled demon in a horrid physical state, his decaying rib cage visible, more dead than alive. Yomi shifted his focus over to the red head, smirking. Well, well, seems you do have some feelings beyond that cold and calculating facade you show the world. “His body had been rapidly decaying in the past few days. He can't speak much now as the pain is too great,” He began, voice growing distant as the blind youkai reminisced over the past. “It that time, long ago, our roles were reversed. You were the leader and I was your second in command. We were young and greedy, wanting to carve out our own territory. To do that, we needed wealth, and so we performed various heists to fund our scheme. I was hot headed and reckless, I would often charge ahead, spoiling your perfectly calculated plans and costing you many men in the process. I didn't care. I wanted power in the quickest way possible. I fell into a trap and you rescued me. I didn't understand why other than perhaps we were friends. And yet, I didn't learn my lesson and disobeyed you again, charging ahead on a rumor of a impossibly defended fortress.” He paused, drawing in a breath before letting out slowly. “But this time... there was someone waiting for me. He was strong for that time period... and fast... He cut my face, and across my eyes, blinding me, but I managed to strike him .
“'life is more important than the reward.' He said. Those words were the only consolation I had in all this time. I waited for you to save me, but you never came. And nearly 10 centuries later, I meet you again, not knowing where you were or what you were doing. Why is that, Kurama? The answer to that question came to me then. I had to find the creature who blinded me. And yet, now that I have him, I still do not have that answer.” He laughed softly. “You find something amusing?” Kurama asked, brow furrowed as he looked over at the taller youkai. “You, Kurama. Your heart rate is back to normal. You're rather quick at calming yourself aren't you?” Yomi replied, stepping up to the shackled assassin and he nudged him with his booted foot. “Wake up.” A groaning noise echoed in the room, the dying demon lifting his head, voice hoarse as he pleaded. “Please... your lordship... kill me... I can't take this pain any longer.” Yomi tilted his head down as he answered. “Very well, demon, I will grant your wish. You've suffered more than enough, but first you must answer my question. Who hired you to ambush us and forfeit my life?” Kurama kept his gaze on the pair, steadying his nerves, knowing the truth was about to come out. “Cold... eyes... golden... calculating... and silver... silver hair... it was... Youko... Kurama...” Yomi grit his teeth, rage festering to the surface and he lifted his boot, smashing it into the face of the demon, crushing it, blood exploding from the force of impact as he was killed. Kurama kept a mask of indifference on his face, though inside he felt regret. I am sorry for all this. I have caused much pain, even if... even if I felt it was justified at the time. Yomi panted a bit, forcing himself to calm down as he lowered his boot back down and turned to face the kitsune. “Of course, I always suspected it to be you, though I didn't want to believe it,” He paused, voice now even. “But to tell you the truth, I do not bear a grudge against you. I was young and foolish and cost you a lot of men. That kind of liability had to be dealt with and swiftly. I would have sought to kill me too.” Kurama glared at Yomi, not trusting his ex-partner one bit. “What do you want with me, truthfully, Yomi?” “What I want is what I told you in that message long ago,” Yomi answered. “I want you to assist me in planning the best course of action when the time comes to unify this realm. After all, I was useful to you once before, even in my own stupid way. Now I want you, in your own way, to aid me.” “And if I were to refuse?” Yomi smirked. “Well... your human mother and her husband are currently on vacation in a place called Hawaii are they not? At least, that's what one of my shadow agents told me. It would be a shame if an accident occurred on the way to one of their sight seeing trips, hmm?” Kurama growled, anger rising as Yomi added, “Or perhaps that lovely ferry girl of yours gets struck by lightning and falls off her oar, too injured to materialize another one, falling to her death?” He has me... He knows each weakness and has exploited it perfectly. “Damn you, you bastard...” Yomi was unaffected by the kitsune's scorn as he continued. “Quite the life you had after my botched assassination, Kurama. Living a mostly solitary life, thieving to your heart's content, until you were hunted down by a SDF member seventeen years ago, forced to flee into the human world, growing up among them, becoming one of them. But you are not truly human, despite that body of yours. I know you will not remain in Ningenkai forever. Your mother will eventually grow old and die. You will have to return here. I'm just speeding the process along,” He paused, reaching up to rub his chin. “And what of that lovely girl of yours, hmm? She will live as long as you. Any offspring you produce will have the gift of prolonged life. They can't very well remain in a world that they don't truly belong in.” “What I do and how I live my life is my business, Yomi,” Kurama growled, flecks of gold in his eyes. “I will give you one month of my help before I must return to human world, but I do so under protest.” Yomi was a bit surprised at the spike of ki. Now then, this is more like Youko. That power of yours is greater than anyone I have on my staff or in my kingdom. Attacking your weaknesses really brings the demon out of you, doesn't it, Kurama? “That is fine. It isn't like I truly want to follow through with my threat, it's just an insurance policy to secure your help,” He replied, adding. “So put that cold and calculating mind to work, Kurama, and help me to unify this land,” Yomi walked out, calling over his shoulder. “You should get some rest. I will see you tomorrow.” Kurama remained in his spot until Yomi was long gone before he let out a breath, dropping his gaze. I knew he would do this. I knew it and still I walked right into the trap. Because I truly do care about my mother, my family, and about Botan. I couldn't let Yomi hurt them and I won't. I will come up with a plan and then I will leave here and hopefully never had to deal with this again. The kitsune headed to his room, unaware that he was being watched. Gandara Central Tower, training room Shachi swung his trident in wide arcs, snarling as he imagined slashing and breaking Kurama into a bloodly pulp. Damn that weak ass bastard. He comes in here, thinking he can just say whatever and Yomi will believe him. Who the hell does he think he is anyway?! “Hey, boss, you in here?” A raspy voice called out and the scaled youkai lowered his trident and straightened his frame. “What did you find out, Kara?” Shachi asked, lifting his head to the ceiling where a strange looking demon slithered and then dropped down onto the floor with a plop, his oddly shaped eyes staring upwards as he answered, “More than I thought I would,” Kara replied. “Being a parasite I can squeeze into the tiniest places unnoticed. And it turns out that Kurama is really Youko Kurama.” “Youko Kurama? The bandit that supposedly died from an SDF bullet?” Shachi murmured in surprise. “Yeah, that guy. He was the one who paid to have Yomi assassinated a long time ago but turns out Yomi forgave him for it. Said something about his own recklessness and he would have done the same.” “How does this help me, Kara?” Shachi growled, glaring at his subordinate. “If Yomi forgave him, I can't use it against that half-human brat.” “Well, then perhaps you'd be interested in learning that Kurama has a human family that he's very attached to and a woman that he is involved with.” The scaled youkai tilted his head then smirked. “Really now? That is a surprising fact. He looks too pretty to even be involved with a woman, let alone strong enough to hold on to her. Did you get a name?” “Better than that,” Kara replied, grinning. “I also found out she's a ferry girl from Reikai.” Shachi frowned. “Reikai? If she's from there then it's impossible to even use her to lure him back home and away from here,” A thought came to him then and his features became contemplative. “I want you to keep a close eye on Kurama. If what you're saying is correct, that little bastard will try to contact her in some way. When he does, I want the letter, orb, or deliverer tracked.” “I can do that... but if I find her in Ningenkai, what do you want me to do?” The parasite asked. A wicked gleam shone in the youkai's eyes. “Possess her... and bring her here. We'll see how smug the fox runt is when his woman is threatened.” “Yes, boss.” Kara said with a nod, slithering back up on the ceiling and out of the room. Shachi grinned as he swung the trident around. Weak... you're weak, Kurama... in the body and in your heart. You let yourself bond with a woman... something I will exploit and use to my advantage and you'll be too far away to stop it from happening. August 14, 1993 Outskirts of Raizen's Territory Kurama lifted the bio scanner to his face, zooming in on the whirling form of Yusuke as he trained with a group of bald, human looking youkai. Those must be the daoist monks Youda was talking about. Hokushin is their leader, if I recall correctly. In the two plus weeks since his arrival to Gandara, the kitsune had reluctantly agreed to assist Yomi in his endeavor to unify Makai. But he never imagined he'd have to personally go on a datum retrieval mission in both Mukuro and Raizen's kingdoms as it was a dangerous task. If we're caught, we could be executed on the spot. He thought, inwardly concerned at the high level of risk involved in gathering such intel. But the information will help me plot the best course of action so that I may leave here and hopefully only sporadically return. “So what are the power readings, Kurama sir?” Kanjaku asked as he crouched down to the red head's left, blue eyes curious as he looked off at the dust cloud swirling in the middle of a rock style fortress. Kurama handed the bio scanner over to the blond, voice soft. “See for yourself.” Kanjaku took the goggle like equipment from the kitsune, lifting it to his face, gasping at the datum recorded on the screen. “200,000... that's a very high number... this Yusuke Urameshi seems to gain strength and stamina quickly.” “Yes,” Kurama replied with a nod, idly scratching at the stubble on his jaw. Two plus weeks out in the field had left the red head unable to shave and he found the experience of facial hair odd and rather itchy. I can't wait to get back to the palace to shave this off, what a nuisance. “Yusuke has always been a quick developer in terms of power.” Kanjaku lowered the scanner, looking over at the kitsune. “That must be true for the fire demon as well, right? He was at 190,000 when we recorded the datum for Muruko's group.” “Hiei is... gifted in ki as well. He's driven by different motives than Yusuke though. Where Yusuke loves to fight, Hiei had to grow stronger to survive. As you know, Makai is a very cruel place to those who are weak... or unprepared...” Kurama replied, scratching at his stubble again. The blond tilted his head. It was rather interesting, learning and following Kurama on a shadow mission. Kanjaku had felt honored when the red head had requested him and even asked advice on how to suppress his own ki to avoid detection. And in the two plus weeks out in the field, the recon youkai had grown to like Kurama and marveled at his mental fortitude and logic. He's very smart. Smarter than anyone Yomi ever employed. No wonder my king values this man's mind so much. “True enough. I was lucky that Yomi found me when he did. I would have died long ago without his help.” Kurama lowered his hand, keeping his gaze focused on his friend's training, watching his movements, memorizing them. “Helping Yomi to repay your debt is understandable.” The kitsune murmured, holding back his true thoughts. As much as I like Kanjaku, I cannot risk saying too much or else my disapproval of Yomi's methods to force my cooperation will get back to him and I want to keep my family and Botan safe from any harm. The ferry girl ruled nearly every corner of the red head's mind, the separation taking a toll on his heart and his body. And it was only the threat of death to his loved ones that prevented him from abandoning his ex-partner's cause and running back to Botan. Kanjaku saw the forlorn look in the youkai's eyes and features, puzzled at the expression. I've never seen that look before. He's usually composed and detached. Could it be that he's thinking about Botan? “You miss her, don't you?” Kurama blinked, turning his attention over to the blond. “What?” “Botan,” Kanjaku replied. “You miss her. I can see it on your face. You were thinking about her just now.” “Are you a mind reader, too, Kanjaku?” Kurama asked, eyes narrowed as he studied the blue eyed youkai. “No... and I can't claim to understand much about love or women for that matter,” Kanjaku admitted. “But I know from observing you in Ningenkai that you truly love the ferry girl. You looked... lost... a second ago... so I guessed it was because you miss her.” Kurama quirked an eyebrow. “You are very good at shadow intelligence, Kanjaku, I'll give you that,” He murmured before he added. “And you are also correct. I was thinking about Botan just now. I do miss her. I've been away from her for nearly three weeks. And being out in the field has eliminated my ability to even talk to her,” His brow furrowed, remembering that the phone device he'd patched had to be left behind to secure the stealth of their mission. “I am worried over her and I know she will be worried over me. But I only have to wait a little while longer then I will return home. I can only hope she is understanding at the lack of contact upon my arrival.” “Perhaps you should make a message orb for her,” Kanjaku suggested. “I'm sure that would ease her worry.” “True, but there is no one I can trust to deliver it to her.” “Well... I can deliver it to her, if you wish,” Kanjaku offered. “I mean, I don't blame you for not trusting me or anyone else here,” He paused, voice and features sincere. “But if you do decide to create a message for her, I give you my word that I would deliver it to her and relay whatever message it is she wishes to give you in return.” Kurama was reluctant to accept. But if things turn sour here, it could be wise to have an ally or two that could assist in my escape should it come to that. “Very well. When we return to Yomi's, I will create a message orb and allow you to deliver it to my home.” “Botan is staying alone in your house?” Kanjaku asked, shocked that the kitsune would allow his woman to remain in an unprotected place. “No,” He answered, explaining. “But twice a week, Botan returns there to make sure nothing is out of order and that my family hasn't returned home. Five days from now, she will make her rounds. If we push the HATVs to their max, we should make it back to Gandara in three days and the capital by the fourth” There was a sense of urgency in the kitsune's voice and Kanjaku nearly smiled. He really does love that girl. Interesting. “Well, since we have all the datum we needed to collect from both territories, I think we are in the clear to leave.” Kurama nodded. “Let's go then.” The two men remained crouched down, backing away from their vantage point, climbing down the cliff wall where two metallic gray motor-bike like machines hovered a short distance above the desert ground. They each slid onto a their craft, pushing the start button, the machines humming to life and they tore off, heading west towards the land of Gandara. August 18, 1993 Gandara Central Tower A freshly shaved Kurama handed Kanjaku a yellow glass sphere, voice soft as he spoke, “I'm entrusting you with this, Kanjaku. If all is safe, make sure to deliver this directly into Botan's hands. She will know what to do with it.” The blond took the orb, nodding, features determined. “I will make sure she gets this, Kurama, sir. And I will return this evening with her response.” “Thank you, Kanjaku. And do be careful.” Kurama murmured. “I won't let you down.” The blond promised, placing the orb in a small padded container, sliding it into a purple bag that he tied to the belt loop of his pants. The kitsune watched him go, his thoughts shifting to the ferry girl and his worry over her. I will return to you, Botan. Just wait a bit longer. Kurama kept his gaze on Kanjaku until the boy was well out of sight before he turned, heading up to his room to organize all the datum collected, unaware that another set of eyes remained watching and waiting on the outskirts of the city to shadow the blond youkai back into Ningenkai. A short chapter but I wasn't very motivated due to the lack of reviews. Many people requested the wedding and the fluff but only six people took the time to review and it put me in a funk and depressed me greatly. I can only guess that they didn't like it... at all... which bummed me out even more. Anyway, next time we'll see a bit of action... and most likely... the consummation of Kurama and Botan... though I don't know... maybe it's still too soon for that... we'll see.
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Bio scanner- a goggle like scanner that measures both physiological and ki levels then records the datum. HATV- Hovercraft All Terrain Vehicle. A motor-bike like craft that hovers in the air, powered by charged energy cells. Used by Yomi's recon unit for shadow missions over the vast stretches of Makai. Shadow missions- Reconnaissance and stealth directives given by Yomi.
Chapter 22-Second in Command July 24, 1993 Near Kurama's Home Kurama and Botan exited the train station, strolling down the well lit sidewalk that led into the suburb where his home lay. The kitsune tossed his gray suit jacket over his shoulder, holding it with his crooked right index and middle fingers while his free hand held the ferry girl's. They walked at a casual pace, fingers entwined, tossing occasional tender looks at one another until at last Botan broke the companionable silence. “I had a lot of fun tonight, Kurama,” She spoke in a soft tone. “Your mother nearly glowed after making her vows. Her and Kazuya are a perfect match.” “She looked radiant today, I agree,” Kurama replied with a soft smile. “They are quite compatible. So gentle in temper and easy going. They will have a long life together and I am happy for them both.” Botan's features turned thoughtful, her voice becoming a bit shy as she asked, “Do you think that... someday... you and I can have a wedding ceremony like that?” Kurama turned his gaze over to her, his mind imagining the day when she would be his and his alone. “We can have whatever kind of ceremony you want, Botan,” He answered. “So long as you still wish to marry me when that time comes.” Botan blinked but smiled. “Of course I want to marry you, silly,” She replied. “I love you and want to share a life with you. With...” She paused, blushing darkly. “With children... of our own...” He caught her blush and slowed to a stop, turning to face her, voice low but quiet as he loosened his hold of her hand, lifting his own hand up, reaching out to gently caress her heated cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Lovely Botan. Nothing would please me more than to be your husband... to share a life with you... to have children of our own... I know I'm not... the most romantic man in the world. But my heart...” He paused, reaching down to take her hand back in his, lifting it to rest against his chest. “This heart, loves you fiercely. It wants you and needs you... It won't let go... and it won't run away. So, no matter what happens from here on out, even if I'm far away, I will always be with you and you will always be with me.” She leaned into his touch, the way he spoke to her making her knees go weak, feeling the strong and rapid pulse under her fingertips and she moved closer to him, drawn to the depths of emotion reflected in his emerald pools. “Kurama...” Her voice and the way she whispered his name made his body come alive and the kitsune met her gaze, finding the girl's pupils dilated and her breathing and heart rate quickened, sensing her desire for him in that moment and his eyes widened in surprise as the girl leaned forward and brushed her lips over his. He groaned, returning the kiss, pulling apart slowly, panting a bit as he rested his forehead against hers and pulled her to him. “Botan... you kiss me like that... and we won't make it home...” The ferry girl giggled, reaching up to stroke his face with her fingertips, giving him gentle kisses as she panted back. “Sorry... I can't help myself... you have very kissable lips.” He laughed softly, nuzzling his nose against hers, returning her soft kisses. “Mmm... I could say the same of you, koishii...” Kurama's features darkened suddenly at the sense of a youkai's presence and he turned his gaze to the side, eyes falling on an approaching figure, shifting to stand in front of the deity, his left arm wrapping around his side and against her in a protective stance. “That's far enough.” The kitsune growled. The blond quirked an eyebrow but did as directed, coming to a stop. His lean frame was clothed in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. “I mean you and your lady friend no harm, Kurama,” The man countered in a soft tone. At the use of his name, the kitsune narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?” “My name is Kanjaku,” The blond answered. “A servant to Yomi, King of the West.” The red head frowned. “Yomi? What else does he want from me? I already sent a message that I would leave this realm on the 29th.” “True, but my lord sent me to offer his congratulations of your human mother's bonding ceremony and to reaffirm in person your commitment to aid him in his cause.” So you sent one of your men to deliver a subtle threat in acknowledging my mother's wedding and seek to make me stand firm in my decision. Very well, I will play along. “I will travel to Gandara on my own on the 29th of this month. So he may expect me then.” “As you wish. I will relay the message.” Kanjaku replied, giving a slight bow of his head, turning around as he walked away, the street lights flickering then going out for a moment, before flashing back on, the blond haired demon nowhere to be found. Kurama lowered his arm back to his side, staring at the empty space before him, turning to the girl when she asked, “How did he manage to find us so quickly?” “The same way the SDF does. Through observation and stealth.” Kurama answered. “Yomi is a rather persistent youkai.” Botan said, brow furrowed. “What do you think it is he wants from you, Kurama?” The kitsune shook his head. “I do not know, Botan. Perhaps he wants advice on how best to proceed in this upcoming war... or to help him plan strategy. One thing I do know is that he has knowledge of my weaknesses and has no problem exploiting them to get me to cooperate,” He sighed, walking slowly forward towards his home, the girl matching his stride. “That is why I booked a month long vacation for my mother and Kazuya. And with Suichi staying with his grandparents over the rest of the summer, I am free to head into Makai and deal with Yomi's request,” The red head paused, voice and tone turning sad. “But I will also have to leave you behind, Botan, and I loathe the thought of being separated from you.” “I don't like the idea of being left behind either, Kurama,” Botan replied in an equally sad voice. “I'm terrified of something happening to you.” He stopped at the front door, unlocking it, pushing it open for her to enter first. “Nothing will happen to me, Botan, I promise,” Kurama replied, walking into the house after her before closing the door behind him. “And I will be worried over you as well. The thought of you being harmed, frightens me.” The ferry girl smiled softly, shaking her head. “We're quite the pair, aren't we?” She said softly. “So scared the other will be hurt that we worry incessantly.” Kurama chuckled. “True.... but that's what happens when you love someone.” He replied, holding his hand for her to take. “Why don't we rest, koishii? All that dancing wore me out.” Botan blinked but laughed softly. “Silly...” She said, eyes full of mirth as she took his hand and he led her upstairs to his room. July 29, 1993 Minamino residence, garden Kurama stood outside in his garden, dressed in white pants and a brown short jacket, a purple backpack slung over his shoulder. He lifted his left hand, checking his watch. By now, mother's fight will be well over the Pacific, heading for Hawaii. The kitsune had escorted Shiori and Kazuya to the airport, standing with Botan and Suichi as they watched them board, waving until the plane began to take off. After dropping his brother off at the boy's grandparents, the red head and the deity had returned home so Kurama could pack and prepare to leave for Makai. But I hate leaving Botan here all alone and unprotected. “Are you sure you have everything you need?” Botan asked, coming to stand to the red head's left. Kurama lowered his arm, nodding as he turned to face her. “Yes. Though I wish I could take you with me,” He replied. “But my selfishness of wanting you at my side would only put you in danger,” Stepping forward, the kitsune lifted his hand, cupping the side of the girl's face. “I love you too much to let anyone touch or harm you due to my desire to keep you close.” Botan leaned into his touch, eyes closing a bit as she felt his thumb stroke her cheekbone. “I want to go with you but know that it's impossible. But I will miss you terribly while your gone. I don't know how I'll sleep without you by my side.” Kurama smiled sadly, shifting to lean his forehead against hers, hands lowering to take hold of the girl's. “I won't be able to sleep well, either, love. But if you get too lonely, call the house phone. The patch I imputed onto it will send all calls directly to me. If I'm able, I will answer and we can talk, alright?” “Alright,” Botan whispered, enjoying the closeness and the feel of his hands holding hers. A black portal appeared and Kurama tilted his head sideways, impressed at the timing and skill required to open a tunnel between dimensions with such accuracy. You really are determined to make me work for you, aren't you, Yomi? Reluctantly, the kitsune pulled back and away from the ferry girl. “I have to go, Botan. Give my regards to Koenma and Genkai during your stay with them and do be careful. I don't know who or what may come after you while I'm gone.” Botan felt him pull slowly away from her and her heart screamed at her to do something, anything to express her reluctance to let him go and she tugged him back to her, leaning up to kiss him full on the mouth. Kurama was surprised, groaning at the intensity of the kiss and he returned it with equal vigor, shifting to wrap his arms around her, pulling her tight to him, tugging on the girl's bottom lip when he broke off the kiss, voice low in timbre. “Peony... you're making it hard for me to leave...” “I don't want you to leave,” Botan replied breathlessly, reaching up to caress his face. “But I know you have to... and I wanted to give you something to remember me by... during your lonely nights...” Kurama made pleasing sounds at the caressing of his face, looking into her eyes as he chuckled softly. “Trust me, Botan, you're going to be on my mind every night while I'm gone.” There was something in the way he replied that made her blush. “Well... you'll be on my mind too, Kurama.” “Oh?” Kurama murmured, quirking an eyebrow. “Well then... guess I won't be so... lonely then... will I?” “No...” Botan whispered. “No you won't...” Kurama's eyes flashed and he leaned in to kiss her, reaching up to twine his fingers into her hair, claiming her mouth, groaning at the taste of her before pulling back, stifling a laugh at the shocked features of the ferry girl. “Something to remember me by, Botan.” The deity felt dizzy from the new and arousing kiss, staring up at the kitsune in surprise as she leaned into him for support. “God... Kurama... you're so mean sometimes...” Kurama laughed softly, reaching up to cup the girl's chin, trailing his thumb over her swollen lips. “Hmm... true... but I don't hear you complaining...” His features grew serious and he lowered his hand. “I have to go, Botan, but I will see you in a month from now... and perhaps... we can practice some more on those kisses...” Botan felt heat on her cheeks, longing for him but knowing now was not the right time. “I.. would like that... very much...” She whispered, watching as the kitsune turned and headed towards the portal. “Love you, Kurama.” The red head stopped turning back to look at the girl, memorizing her face and the scent and taste of her as he replied in an equally tender tone. “Love you too, Botan. Be safe and I'll see you soon.” Kurama pivoted around, strengthening his resolve. If I don't go now... I won't go at all... and I must do this... to get Yomi off my back. “Goodbye, my peony.” He said softly as he leapt into the portal and disappeared from view. Botan watched him go, already missing him as she replied in a sad whisper. “Goodbye, my fox.” She stood for a few moments in the garden until the portal closed and she was truly alone. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky and she sighed, reaching out with her right arm, materializing an oar and she slid on, rising slowly into the air. The ferry girl looked down at the Minamino house and the garden, her heart at one with her mind. Please be careful, Kurama. I don't want to lose you. She turned north, the took off, heading towards Genkai's and her temporary home. July 29, 1993 Makai Kurama trekked through the forest, keeping his senses open to any sign of danger. In the four hours of his hike, no youkai presented themselves and he continued on, hearing a ringing tone and the kitsune stopped, sitting down on a large rock, sliding off his back pack, unzipping a side pocket to pull out the modified phone and he hit the talk button, hearing his mother's voice on the other end, “Hello, Shuichi? Are you there?” “Yes, mother, I'm here.” Kurama replied, looking up at the perpetually red sky as lightning streaked across the sky, signaling a quickly approaching storm. “We made it to Honolulu and checked into our room and when we turned on the tv, the news station said an earthquake stuck in Tokyo about an hour ago and I had to call to make sure you and Botan were alright.” “Earthquake?” Kurama replied. “We didn't feel anything here, it must have been further into the city.” “Hmm... well, I'm glad you two are alright. You are... behaving of course...” Kurama blinked and cleared his throat. “Of course, mother. Botan and I have restrained ourselves quite admirably so you needn't worry so.” “I trust you, Shuichi. And I trust Botan too. I just worry about you. As your mother I cannot help it.” The kitsune's features softened. “I know but you needn't worry so. I am fine and so is Botan.” “That is good to hear.” There was a pause on the line and the red head picked up the sound of Kazuya's voice. “Kazuya says hi and expresses his gratitude and happiness at your thoughtful gift.” “It was no trouble. As I said before, I sold a few songs I wrote and decided to give this vacation to you as a gift. So please have fun and don't worry about us. We will take good care of everything while you're gone.” “I know you will, Shuichi. You're a good boy. Ohh, I have to go. Our dinner reservation is for 8:30 and if I don't hurry, we'll be late.” “Alright. I will talk to you soon, mother. Have fun. Love you.” “Love you too, Shuichi. Goodbye.” “Goodbye, mother.” Kurama hit the end button, reaching down to pull his backpack up to his lap. The kitsune pocketed the phone then slid the bag over his right shoulder, rising to his feet as he studied the vast landscape. A few more hours and I should arrive in the capital city of Gandara. He jumped down, following the trail through the massive woodland until at last he entered a clearing, the outskirts of the city visible and the kitsune quirked an eyebrow. This looks like it was modeled after something in Ningenkai. He heard movement from above and he lifted his gaze, flipping up and away as a trio of ninjas attacked at full speed. The red head dodged a slash aimed for his head, blocking the other blade with his backpack, forcing his attacker away and Kurama leaped into the air. Holding out his left arm, the kitsune sent out vines with thorns, the green tendrils shooting out through his jacket sleeve and past his hand, twisting around the closest ninja and he yanked forward, the shinobi flying into the air, his large form crashing into a nearby tree trunk, breaking it in half, no longer moving. Kurama reached behind his hair, drawing out a rose as the other two ninjas charged headlong towards him,feeding it with his energy, forming a whip, flicking his wrist in a series of rapid movements too quick to see, slicing the enemy into pieces. He sensed Yomi's presence and he sighed, lowering his whip. “Was all this really necessary?” Yomi stepped out of the shadows, dressed in a long overcoat bearing the colors of his kingdom, a smirk upon his features. “Hello, old friend, it's been far too long since we last... saw each other, isn't?” Kurama growled, turning around to face the youkai. “I don't find your pun amusing, nor do I take kindly to your greeting. I came to help you, not amuse you with trivial fights.” “Well, I wasn't sure it really was you, with your human scent and all. I had to test you to see your strength and it turns out I was right. You are indeed powerful... even if your ki is a bit different in that form of yours.” Kurama studied Yomi with narrowed eyes. “So you sent them to identify me? Rather cautious of you. You used to always run head long into danger without thinking.” “That is the past, Kurama. I've grown stronger... and wiser...” Yomi said as he turned around. “I can't afford to be reckless now. Not with Raizen and Mukuro seeking to dethrone me,” He paused, voice softer. “Do forgive the attack, I knew it wouldn't be much of a threat if you were truly strong and it wasn't. Your power is greater than what it was before.” “Lord Yomi..” Kurama turned at the sound of the voice, his gaze falling on a short and elderly youkai who addressed the six-eared demon. “The unification meeting is set to begin.” “Ah good...” Yomi replied then turned towards Kurama. “Youda, show Kurama around and get him some new clothes. I want him to join the conference.” The bearded demon turned his gaze over to the red head, quirking an eyebrow. “That little thing there is the one you've been seeking in Ningenkai? He's little more than a boy.” Yomi chuckled. “That boy is older than you, Youda, by several hundreds of years.” “Really?” Youda murmured, studying the kitsune with curious eyes. “I don't detect much demon energy in him at all... he smells human to me.” Yomi's features hardened. “You heard what I said, Youda.” The elder youkai lowered his head and bowed. “Of course, sir,” He turned his dark eyes over to Kurama. “Well, come on then. I'll show you to your room and get you dressed in more proper clothing for the unification meeting.” Kurama followed silently, the trio of youkai heading into the massive city. He looked around, finding many demons walking down streets, behaving in ways similar to humans in Ningenkai, though there was no motorized transportation visible. Hmm... interesting. Given what I've seen so far, this city is similar to a metropolis back home but the.. technology... is also advanced... beyond anything Ningenkai currently has created. The three of them headed for the center of the city and Kurama tilted his head back, marveling at the size of the building before him. “Impressive isn't?” Yomi asked, sensing the red head's awe and curiosity. “My palace and headquarters. I can hear everything in this city if I focus, though I can also block them out.” A door slid open and the King of Gandara stepped inside, Youda and Kurama following and they shot upward in the silent elevator, coming to a stop near the top level and the door slid open revealing a wide corridor. “I will leave our guest in your care, Youda, make sure to provide him whatever he may need,” Yomi commanded, turning left as he headed down the hall. “I will see you within the hour, Kurama.” He called over his shoulder. “Follow me.” Youda said in a clipped tone, turning right, leading Kurama down to another section of hallway. The short demon stopped about 20 feet down, lifting a clawed hand, typing in a series of commands on a small keyboard on the nearby metallic wall. Kurama blinked as a green light erupted above him. “What is this?” “A scan,” Youda explained. “It'll record your measurements and your ki, so that we can fit you properly and your room will respond only to your unique energy print.” He paused, holding out his hand on the green screen next to a gray metallic door and nothing happened. “Now you try.” Kurama stepped forward, placing his hand on the screen, blinking as the door opened, revealing a spartan interior. There was a bed, a desk, a storage trunk and a door that led into a simple bathroom. “This will be your room for the duration of your stay. I hope you find it adequate.” “It is serviceable.” Kurama replied, stepping inside. “Someone will deliver your clothing within 10 minutes once you've changed then they will take you to the council chambers.” “Thank you for your help.” The red head replied. “Hmm... well... I'm simply following my king's orders,” Youda replied. “Make sure you arrive on time. Yomi detests lateness.” Kurama watched as the door slid shut and he sighed, sliding the back pack off his shoulder, dropping it onto the top of the trunk. He walked over to the window, blinking as lightning flashed, illuminating his features, rain pelting the glass and he looked up into the clouded sky. Well, I've made it here and I'm still alive. He thought, his expression tightening a bit as his mind drifted, the image of Botan dancing in his head and his heart ached for the comfort of her presence. July 29, 1993 Genkai's Compound Botan stood on the deck outside her room, the soft pings of rain tapping on the rooftop above the ferry girl's head. After checking in with her boss and Genkai, the deity had went to her room, trying to get a feel of the place she'd be staying for the month. It was spartan, with only a futon for bedding and inwardly the girl pouted. I've been sleeping in regular beds for so long, I'm not sure how I'll do with this arrangement. Still, it's safe and dry, albeit a bit lonely. I should be grateful for the hospitality. I just wish you were here with me, Kurama. Botan thought as she looked up into the clouded sky, wondering how her beloved was faring in the land of his birth. July 29, 1993 Gandara Central Palace A chiming noise erupted in Kurama's room and the red head turned towards the door. That must be the one delivering my clothing. Walking to the door, he quickly eyes the controls, pressing the green button, the door sliding open, revealing a familiar face. “You again?” The kitsune murmured. Kanjaku held up a uniform similar to Yomi's in his left hand. “Greetings to you as well, Kurama sir.” The blond replied, holding out the clothing for the red head to take. Kurama took the uniform, voice softening a bit. “Apologies, I should have greeted you in a proper manner,” He replied. “I thank you for delivering this to me.” The blond gave a nod. “I will wait out here until you are ready to head to the council chambers.” The kitsune returned the nod, pushing the green button, the door sliding shut as he headed into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later the two men were heading down the hall, passing through a series of pillars. “Interesting architecture.” Kurama said as he observed his surroundings. “Lord Yomi is rather eclectic with the designs. His inspiration comes mostly from Ningenkai.” “Really?” Kurama replied, looking over at the blond. “I take it he sends scouts out to Human World for new ideas?” “Something like that,” Kanjaku replied with a smile. “He also has an interest in human politics and leans towards democratic and peaceful rule. It drove him to seek a unification of all of Makai and to plot a course for the future of this realm.” “Hmm... well, I can understand his desire to bring order and peace to chaos, but it is a monumental task to do in Makai. So many tribes and rivals. The power structure here is based on strength and cunning. Yomi will need an army of high ranking youkai to even hope to overthrow Raizen and Mukuro.” “Which is precisely why he needs your help,” Kanjaku said softly. “You know much of Human World and you spent a long time here in Demon World. Your mind is second to none and you have great strength of your own.” “I'm curious as to how you know so much about me, Kanjaku. Have you been shadowing me while in Ningenkai?” “Those were my orders, yes,” The blond answered, not bothering to lie. “From the time your ki was felt by my king to your arrival here, I've watched and learned much about you. For instance...” He paused, looking over at the red head. “You have a love for singing and you play your instrument very well indeed.” The kitsune blinked and tilted his head. “You heard me play my guitar?” He nodded. “And I have heard your gift of song as well.. and that of your chosen mate. The ferry girl named Botan. She has a beautiful voice... you two... sing very well together...” The fox spirit's eyes narrowed. “You sound a bit... enamored, Kanjaku.” The blond's brow furrowed. “I mean no disrespect, Kurama sir. I know she is yours and it is not my intention to even try to break that bond. I merely... I merely wonder if all ferry girls are as beautiful and special as yours.” Kurama studied the boy, for that is what he was. He's barely old enough to have been with many women or perhaps he's merely been sheltered most of his life? “How old are you, Kanjaku, if I may ask?” “I am 80 years old,” The blond answered. “I was found as a child by Yomi, who saw in me some measure of usefulness and took me in, raising me and I repay that kindness by working for his recon unit and for various duties such as guiding guests to council chambers.” The kitsune smiled slightly. “Ah... well, in regards to your question of ferry girls, yes, the women of Reikai are indeed beautiful. But like that realm, they tend to be... unattainable... for youkai and ningens alike.” “Why is that, Kurama, sir, if I may ask?” Kurama sighed. “Because the ruler of the Southern Quadrant will not allow ferry girls to have lives outside of their role of service, Kanjaku. They are to remain pure... in every sense of the word.” The youkai's brow furrowed. “Pure of spirit?” He heard the confusion in the young one's voice and he nodded. “Yes... But it goes beyond that. Ferry girls must be pure of spirit, pure of heart, pure of blood, and pure of body. They are not supposed to have lovers or husbands.” “But you and Botan...” “Are not lovers, nor are we married.” Kurama finished for him, hiding his own frustration at the current situation. “But... you share the same bed... you touch and kiss each other... are you not mates?” His innocence and naivete in terms of relationships was rather endearing and he felt a bit indulgent as he explained. “We are... together... that is true... I love Botan and she loves me. I am committed and loyal to her. I will never stray and I will never run away. She is the one I chose to be with. But we are not... mates... not in the Makai sense...” “You mean... like a physical bond?” Kajaku asked, trying to understand the fox spirit better. How to word this? Kurama wondered as he nodded. “Correct. Botan and I have a spiritual and emotional bond. But as with all youkai, to complete the bond, I must also mate and mark her.” “And you have yet to do that?” Kanjaku asked. “If you love her and want to keep her safe, why haven't you claimed her yet?” “It's not that I don't want to... claim her as mine, Kanjaku,” Kurama replied, hoping a blush wasn't on his cheeks as he explained. “It's that I leave it up to Botan to decide. I love her and will not hurt her in anyway. That means I will not touch her or force myself on her. She must make the first move.” “That is a bit different than here, though, isn't?” Kurama chuckled. “Yes... it's a... human trait... and behavior... for those who love each other... there must be respect... and understanding... and a willingness to wait...” “But... I've seen... I've seen humans do bad things... to each other... even when... they're supposed... to love each other...” Kurama's brow furrowed. “Well... yes... humans have their good and bad... We youkai... have those who are wicked... and those who wouldn't hurt a fly. And Reikai... has those who are pure... and those with... selfish and dark intentions. No one race is better than the other. Until all three realms realize this... there will be constant strife and misunderstanding.” Kanjaku studied the red head with curious eyes and an open mind. This one is different and very wise. King Yomi was right to chose him for his council. He stopped at the double set of doors, straightening his form. “Here we are. The council chambers. The others are most likely already there.” “Thank you, Kanjaku, for your help and the conversation. It is nice to talk to someone who does not judge me because of my human form.” Kurama said in an honest and open tone. The blond gave a slight bow of his head. “I've learned to judge people on their actions and words, not on how they appear,” He paused, smiling a bit. “And you are welcome.” He turned and walked down the corridor, leaving the kitsune alone. Kurama studied the doors, steeling his will. Now to find out exactly what it is Yomi expects of me. He put his hand on the screen, his palm scanned and analyzed and the doors open, revealing a rectangular table with a green flame dancing in the center. Beyond that lay a large screen while lightning flashed from the two massive windows to his right. Four of the five chairs were occupied, Youda standing in front of a podium near the windows, while Yomi sat at the head of the table, his back to the kitsune as he spoke, “Welcome, Kurama, you're right on time. Have a seat and we'll begin.” Kurama sat down in the unoccupied seat to Yomi's right. “Alright, now that everyone is here, I want you to pay attention to the screen,” Youda began, typing in a series of commands, a picture of a topographical landscape and a small chart showing three bars. “I've chartered the military power of each of the three kingdoms and please keep in mind the numbers are relative and based on statistical analysis, if you don't understand that, take a math class on your own time,” The small youkai said in a snarky tone before continuing, “Now, we'll chart that power one year from today.” The chart shifted, the middle bar nearly disappearing. “That has Raizen's power dropping down to zero!” The odd looking youkai to Kurama's right exclaimed. “That's wishful thinking,” An effeminate looking demon with blue hair murmured. “And rather reckless!” A gray skinned youkai added, his whiskers trembling in irritation. Youda smirked, turning around to face the group. “Not so. Because in a year from now, Raizen will be dead. His ridiculous hunger strike will cost him his life. When that happens, Raizen's kingdom will collapse. Lord Yomi and Mukuro will be in a dead heat. Our strategy should be to incorporate the defectors from Raizen's territory into our ranks, to tip the scale in our favor.” Yomi listened, features thoughtful. “Well, Youda, your ideas and tactics are standard and not unwelcome but what do you think about all this, Kurama?” The kitsune had listened silently, knowing he would be tested. And now I must prove my worth, I suppose. Very well. “The power levels shown compare only the rulers kingdoms. I would like to see information for the first and second strongest being in each kingdom.” He addressed Youda who smirked. “Child's play, really, but if you insist,” Youda imputed datum into the computer, a new series of charts and pictures popping up on screen. “We have Raizen, Mukuro, and Yomi,” the small demon replied, typing in new commands. “And now the second strongest. For Raizen it's the spiritual daoist, Hokushin, For Mukuro it's the demonic arts guru, Kirin, and for Yomi it's the general for our army, Shachi.” He turned to Kurama flashing a superior look. “Happy now, or should I graph it for you?” Kurama studied the information, voice calm and even. “As I thought, the second strongest in each kingdom hasn't been around long enough for you to gather information on,” He sensed dark eyes glaring at him from the one called Shachi but he ignored it as he leaned forward, twining his fingers before him as he spoke. “Let's assume for a moment that your information is indeed correct and Raizen's army will collapse upon his death, leaving a two way fight. Because Yomi and Mukuro's powers are identical, the deciding factor would normally be the strength of the number two. But in this case, they are all too weak to make any difference. And if this is correct, that means all the warriors besides the lords are useless.” He paused, his words snarky though his tone was even enough. “All this has proved is that Youda's intelligence gathering has come up with nothing of value.” Shachi crossed his arms, growling. “So the only tactic is no tactic at all? Sounds like the only thing that lacks value here is you.” “On the contrary, the balance of powers are about to shift.” Kurama countered. “As I explained, it is the second in command who will determine the winner of this battle. Within half a year, they will all be replaced.” “What?!” Shachi growled, glaring at the red head, uncrossing his arms to slam his fist into the table. “You arrogant bastard! You better watch your tongue or I'll rip it out of that human mouth of yours!” He stood up, trying to intimidate the kitsune as he raged on. “These hierarchies have survived for over hundreds years, unchallenged by any other demons and you waltz in here and think you can change things with your pretty little words?!” The gray skinned youkai stood up, studying his comrade. “Shachi, control yourself. Kurama is a guest here and does not understand our ways.” The scaled demon growled, clenching his jaw, his anger and hatred growing for the skinny little human brat. He will soon enough! I'll make sure of that! Yomi called the meeting to a close and rose up, addressing the kitsune. “Kurama, follow me, please. There is something I want to show you.” The red head nodded, walking beside the Gandara King past the many pillars that lined the corridor. “Now that was the most excitement we've had at our meetings in over a decade,” Yomi began. “You should have seen the way Shachi was staring at you. He wanted nothing more than to rip your head off for your affront to his honor. I'm sure he's plotting on how to kill you as we speak.” Kurama was not amused. “For a blind man you certainly see much, don't you?” “I heard his quickened heartbeat,” Yomi explained, “Felt the heat from his eyes and the tenseness in his muscles as the blood rushed through his veins. Losing my eyesight is partly what made me stronger,” He paused, features and tone more serious. “Now then, let me guess what you foresee six months from now. In the land of Raizen, his half-demon offspring, Yusuke Urameshi, trains relentlessly and looks to take control of Raizen's army, thus preventing it's collapse. Your friend Hiei has increased his power exponentially in his short time with Mukuro and has even garnered special attention from that soulless tyrant. Urameshi, Hiei, and yourself will be the number twos in just half a year from now. Well, that is what you believe, isn't?” He's learned well since I last knew him. Kurama commented silently, keeping pace with the taller youkai. “The second in command is the key to victory, just as you've always believed.” Yomi continued, stopping before another set of doors. He turned to face the kitsune, voice low as he spoke. “Now then... old friend... it's time to show you the other reason why I invited you here. After all, we can't discuss your future here with us without first meeting... him.” Kurama frowned. So now it comes to this. My “crime” against Yomi has come full circle. He tried to keep calm, even as his pulse increased. The doors opened, and the kitsune's eyes widened, gasping at the sight of a shackled demon in a horrid physical state, his decaying rib cage visible, more dead than alive. Yomi shifted his focus over to the red head, smirking. Well, well, seems you do have some feelings beyond that cold and calculating facade you show the world. “His body had been rapidly decaying in the past few days. He can't speak much now as the pain is too great,” He began, voice growing distant as the blind youkai reminisced over the past. “It that time, long ago, our roles were reversed. You were the leader and I was your second in command. We were young and greedy, wanting to carve out our own territory. To do that, we needed wealth, and so we performed various heists to fund our scheme. I was hot headed and reckless, I would often charge ahead, spoiling your perfectly calculated plans and costing you many men in the process. I didn't care. I wanted power in the quickest way possible. I fell into a trap and you rescued me. I didn't understand why other than perhaps we were friends. And yet, I didn't learn my lesson and disobeyed you again, charging ahead on a rumor of a impossibly defended fortress.” He paused, drawing in a breath before letting out slowly. “But this time... there was someone waiting for me. He was strong for that time period... and fast... He cut my face, and across my eyes, blinding me, but I managed to strike him .
“'life is more important than the reward.' He said. Those words were the only consolation I had in all this time. I waited for you to save me, but you never came. And nearly 10 centuries later, I meet you again, not knowing where you were or what you were doing. Why is that, Kurama? The answer to that question came to me then. I had to find the creature who blinded me. And yet, now that I have him, I still do not have that answer.” He laughed softly. “You find something amusing?” Kurama asked, brow furrowed as he looked over at the taller youkai. “You, Kurama. Your heart rate is back to normal. You're rather quick at calming yourself aren't you?” Yomi replied, stepping up to the shackled assassin and he nudged him with his booted foot. “Wake up.” A groaning noise echoed in the room, the dying demon lifting his head, voice hoarse as he pleaded. “Please... your lordship... kill me... I can't take this pain any longer.” Yomi tilted his head down as he answered. “Very well, demon, I will grant your wish. You've suffered more than enough, but first you must answer my question. Who hired you to ambush us and forfeit my life?” Kurama kept his gaze on the pair, steadying his nerves, knowing the truth was about to come out. “Cold... eyes... golden... calculating... and silver... silver hair... it was... Youko... Kurama...” Yomi grit his teeth, rage festering to the surface and he lifted his boot, smashing it into the face of the demon, crushing it, blood exploding from the force of impact as he was killed. Kurama kept a mask of indifference on his face, though inside he felt regret. I am sorry for all this. I have caused much pain, even if... even if I felt it was justified at the time. Yomi panted a bit, forcing himself to calm down as he lowered his boot back down and turned to face the kitsune. “Of course, I always suspected it to be you, though I didn't want to believe it,” He paused, voice now even. “But to tell you the truth, I do not bear a grudge against you. I was young and foolish and cost you a lot of men. That kind of liability had to be dealt with and swiftly. I would have sought to kill me too.” Kurama glared at Yomi, not trusting his ex-partner one bit. “What do you want with me, truthfully, Yomi?” “What I want is what I told you in that message long ago,” Yomi answered. “I want you to assist me in planning the best course of action when the time comes to unify this realm. After all, I was useful to you once before, even in my own stupid way. Now I want you, in your own way, to aid me.” “And if I were to refuse?” Yomi smirked. “Well... your human mother and her husband are currently on vacation in a place called Hawaii are they not? At least, that's what one of my shadow agents told me. It would be a shame if an accident occurred on the way to one of their sight seeing trips, hmm?” Kurama growled, anger rising as Yomi added, “Or perhaps that lovely ferry girl of yours gets struck by lightning and falls off her oar, too injured to materialize another one, falling to her death?” He has me... He knows each weakness and has exploited it perfectly. “Damn you, you bastard...” Yomi was unaffected by the kitsune's scorn as he continued. “Quite the life you had after my botched assassination, Kurama. Living a mostly solitary life, thieving to your heart's content, until you were hunted down by a SDF member seventeen years ago, forced to flee into the human world, growing up among them, becoming one of them. But you are not truly human, despite that body of yours. I know you will not remain in Ningenkai forever. Your mother will eventually grow old and die. You will have to return here. I'm just speeding the process along,” He paused, reaching up to rub his chin. “And what of that lovely girl of yours, hmm? She will live as long as you. Any offspring you produce will have the gift of prolonged life. They can't very well remain in a world that they don't truly belong in.” “What I do and how I live my life is my business, Yomi,” Kurama growled, flecks of gold in his eyes. “I will give you one month of my help before I must return to human world, but I do so under protest.” Yomi was a bit surprised at the spike of ki. Now then, this is more like Youko. That power of yours is greater than anyone I have on my staff or in my kingdom. Attacking your weaknesses really brings the demon out of you, doesn't it, Kurama? “That is fine. It isn't like I truly want to follow through with my threat, it's just an insurance policy to secure your help,” He replied, adding. “So put that cold and calculating mind to work, Kurama, and help me to unify this land,” Yomi walked out, calling over his shoulder. “You should get some rest. I will see you tomorrow.” Kurama remained in his spot until Yomi was long gone before he let out a breath, dropping his gaze. I knew he would do this. I knew it and still I walked right into the trap. Because I truly do care about my mother, my family, and about Botan. I couldn't let Yomi hurt them and I won't. I will come up with a plan and then I will leave here and hopefully never had to deal with this again. The kitsune headed to his room, unaware that he was being watched. Gandara Central Tower, training room Shachi swung his trident in wide arcs, snarling as he imagined slashing and breaking Kurama into a bloodly pulp. Damn that weak ass bastard. He comes in here, thinking he can just say whatever and Yomi will believe him. Who the hell does he think he is anyway?! “Hey, boss, you in here?” A raspy voice called out and the scaled youkai lowered his trident and straightened his frame. “What did you find out, Kara?” Shachi asked, lifting his head to the ceiling where a strange looking demon slithered and then dropped down onto the floor with a plop, his oddly shaped eyes staring upwards as he answered, “More than I thought I would,” Kara replied. “Being a parasite I can squeeze into the tiniest places unnoticed. And it turns out that Kurama is really Youko Kurama.” “Youko Kurama? The bandit that supposedly died from an SDF bullet?” Shachi murmured in surprise. “Yeah, that guy. He was the one who paid to have Yomi assassinated a long time ago but turns out Yomi forgave him for it. Said something about his own recklessness and he would have done the same.” “How does this help me, Kara?” Shachi growled, glaring at his subordinate. “If Yomi forgave him, I can't use it against that half-human brat.” “Well, then perhaps you'd be interested in learning that Kurama has a human family that he's very attached to and a woman that he is involved with.” The scaled youkai tilted his head then smirked. “Really now? That is a surprising fact. He looks too pretty to even be involved with a woman, let alone strong enough to hold on to her. Did you get a name?” “Better than that,” Kara replied, grinning. “I also found out she's a ferry girl from Reikai.” Shachi frowned. “Reikai? If she's from there then it's impossible to even use her to lure him back home and away from here,” A thought came to him then and his features became contemplative. “I want you to keep a close eye on Kurama. If what you're saying is correct, that little bastard will try to contact her in some way. When he does, I want the letter, orb, or deliverer tracked.” “I can do that... but if I find her in Ningenkai, what do you want me to do?” The parasite asked. A wicked gleam shone in the youkai's eyes. “Possess her... and bring her here. We'll see how smug the fox runt is when his woman is threatened.” “Yes, boss.” Kara said with a nod, slithering back up on the ceiling and out of the room. Shachi grinned as he swung the trident around. Weak... you're weak, Kurama... in the body and in your heart. You let yourself bond with a woman... something I will exploit and use to my advantage and you'll be too far away to stop it from happening. August 14, 1993 Outskirts of Raizen's Territory Kurama lifted the bio scanner to his face, zooming in on the whirling form of Yusuke as he trained with a group of bald, human looking youkai. Those must be the daoist monks Youda was talking about. Hokushin is their leader, if I recall correctly. In the two plus weeks since his arrival to Gandara, the kitsune had reluctantly agreed to assist Yomi in his endeavor to unify Makai. But he never imagined he'd have to personally go on a datum retrieval mission in both Mukuro and Raizen's kingdoms as it was a dangerous task. If we're caught, we could be executed on the spot. He thought, inwardly concerned at the high level of risk involved in gathering such intel. But the information will help me plot the best course of action so that I may leave here and hopefully only sporadically return. “So what are the power readings, Kurama sir?” Kanjaku asked as he crouched down to the red head's left, blue eyes curious as he looked off at the dust cloud swirling in the middle of a rock style fortress. Kurama handed the bio scanner over to the blond, voice soft. “See for yourself.” Kanjaku took the goggle like equipment from the kitsune, lifting it to his face, gasping at the datum recorded on the screen. “200,000... that's a very high number... this Yusuke Urameshi seems to gain strength and stamina quickly.” “Yes,” Kurama replied with a nod, idly scratching at the stubble on his jaw. Two plus weeks out in the field had left the red head unable to shave and he found the experience of facial hair odd and rather itchy. I can't wait to get back to the palace to shave this off, what a nuisance. “Yusuke has always been a quick developer in terms of power.” Kanjaku lowered the scanner, looking over at the kitsune. “That must be true for the fire demon as well, right? He was at 190,000 when we recorded the datum for Muruko's group.” “Hiei is... gifted in ki as well. He's driven by different motives than Yusuke though. Where Yusuke loves to fight, Hiei had to grow stronger to survive. As you know, Makai is a very cruel place to those who are weak... or unprepared...” Kurama replied, scratching at his stubble again. The blond tilted his head. It was rather interesting, learning and following Kurama on a shadow mission. Kanjaku had felt honored when the red head had requested him and even asked advice on how to suppress his own ki to avoid detection. And in the two plus weeks out in the field, the recon youkai had grown to like Kurama and marveled at his mental fortitude and logic. He's very smart. Smarter than anyone Yomi ever employed. No wonder my king values this man's mind so much. “True enough. I was lucky that Yomi found me when he did. I would have died long ago without his help.” Kurama lowered his hand, keeping his gaze focused on his friend's training, watching his movements, memorizing them. “Helping Yomi to repay your debt is understandable.” The kitsune murmured, holding back his true thoughts. As much as I like Kanjaku, I cannot risk saying too much or else my disapproval of Yomi's methods to force my cooperation will get back to him and I want to keep my family and Botan safe from any harm. The ferry girl ruled nearly every corner of the red head's mind, the separation taking a toll on his heart and his body. And it was only the threat of death to his loved ones that prevented him from abandoning his ex-partner's cause and running back to Botan. Kanjaku saw the forlorn look in the youkai's eyes and features, puzzled at the expression. I've never seen that look before. He's usually composed and detached. Could it be that he's thinking about Botan? “You miss her, don't you?” Kurama blinked, turning his attention over to the blond. “What?” “Botan,” Kanjaku replied. “You miss her. I can see it on your face. You were thinking about her just now.” “Are you a mind reader, too, Kanjaku?” Kurama asked, eyes narrowed as he studied the blue eyed youkai. “No... and I can't claim to understand much about love or women for that matter,” Kanjaku admitted. “But I know from observing you in Ningenkai that you truly love the ferry girl. You looked... lost... a second ago... so I guessed it was because you miss her.” Kurama quirked an eyebrow. “You are very good at shadow intelligence, Kanjaku, I'll give you that,” He murmured before he added. “And you are also correct. I was thinking about Botan just now. I do miss her. I've been away from her for nearly three weeks. And being out in the field has eliminated my ability to even talk to her,” His brow furrowed, remembering that the phone device he'd patched had to be left behind to secure the stealth of their mission. “I am worried over her and I know she will be worried over me. But I only have to wait a little while longer then I will return home. I can only hope she is understanding at the lack of contact upon my arrival.” “Perhaps you should make a message orb for her,” Kanjaku suggested. “I'm sure that would ease her worry.” “True, but there is no one I can trust to deliver it to her.” “Well... I can deliver it to her, if you wish,” Kanjaku offered. “I mean, I don't blame you for not trusting me or anyone else here,” He paused, voice and features sincere. “But if you do decide to create a message for her, I give you my word that I would deliver it to her and relay whatever message it is she wishes to give you in return.” Kurama was reluctant to accept. But if things turn sour here, it could be wise to have an ally or two that could assist in my escape should it come to that. “Very well. When we return to Yomi's, I will create a message orb and allow you to deliver it to my home.” “Botan is staying alone in your house?” Kanjaku asked, shocked that the kitsune would allow his woman to remain in an unprotected place. “No,” He answered, explaining. “But twice a week, Botan returns there to make sure nothing is out of order and that my family hasn't returned home. Five days from now, she will make her rounds. If we push the HATVs to their max, we should make it back to Gandara in three days and the capital by the fourth” There was a sense of urgency in the kitsune's voice and Kanjaku nearly smiled. He really does love that girl. Interesting. “Well, since we have all the datum we needed to collect from both territories, I think we are in the clear to leave.” Kurama nodded. “Let's go then.” The two men remained crouched down, backing away from their vantage point, climbing down the cliff wall where two metallic gray motor-bike like machines hovered a short distance above the desert ground. They each slid onto a their craft, pushing the start button, the machines humming to life and they tore off, heading west towards the land of Gandara. August 18, 1993 Gandara Central Tower A freshly shaved Kurama handed Kanjaku a yellow glass sphere, voice soft as he spoke, “I'm entrusting you with this, Kanjaku. If all is safe, make sure to deliver this directly into Botan's hands. She will know what to do with it.” The blond took the orb, nodding, features determined. “I will make sure she gets this, Kurama, sir. And I will return this evening with her response.” “Thank you, Kanjaku. And do be careful.” Kurama murmured. “I won't let you down.” The blond promised, placing the orb in a small padded container, sliding it into a purple bag that he tied to the belt loop of his pants. The kitsune watched him go, his thoughts shifting to the ferry girl and his worry over her. I will return to you, Botan. Just wait a bit longer. Kurama kept his gaze on Kanjaku until the boy was well out of sight before he turned, heading up to his room to organize all the datum collected, unaware that another set of eyes remained watching and waiting on the outskirts of the city to shadow the blond youkai back into Ningenkai. A short chapter but I wasn't very motivated due to the lack of reviews. Many people requested the wedding and the fluff but only six people took the time to review and it put me in a funk and depressed me greatly. I can only guess that they didn't like it... at all... which bummed me out even more. Anyway, next time we'll see a bit of action... and most likely... the consummation of Kurama and Botan... though I don't know... maybe it's still too soon for that... we'll see.