Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ If Anyone Falls ❯ Alone Time ( Chapter 26 )

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Chapter 26- Alone Time

September 24, 1993 Genkai's Compound

Botan and Kurama walked up the steps leading to Genkai's compound, the heat of the mid-day sun beating down on them and the ferry girl reached up to wipe at the sweat on her brow.

“It's really hot today. A bit unusual this time of year, don't you think?” She asked, looking over at Kurama who spoke,

“It happens from time to time,” The kitsune answered, his gaze straight ahead as he adjusted his backpack. “And I wouldn't be surprised if a storm developed later on in the day.”

“How do you know all that?”

Kurama reached up to tap his nose. “I can smell it on the wind.” He said with a smile as they reached the top of the steps, his eyes falling on the petite form of Yukina who waved at them.

Botan returned the wave, grinning as the pair walked over to the ice youkai. “Yukina! It's nice to see you again! How are you doing?”

Yukina gave a friendly smile as she looked up at the taller girl. “Hello, Botan! It's nice to see you, too. I am fine...” The Koorime sensed the faint trace of Kurama's energy within Botan and she blushed, voice soft. “It seems... you've bonded with Kurama... And he with you...” She commented shyly, turning her gaze over to the red head.

Botan blushed at the girl's comment. “Yes... we have...”

Kurama chuckled at his beloved's blush, earning a pout from her. “Indeed we have...” He commented, moving closer to the ferry girl. “And I wouldn't have it any other way.”

“Kurama...” Botan murmured, her pout replaced by a shy smile, though the redness across her cheeks remained.

Yukina blinked at the interaction between the pair. He seems to enjoy her blush... and she... does also... but pouts... is it a game of some sort? She wondered. “I can see how much you love each other. I am happy for the both of you.” She said, favoring them with a warm smile.

“We do love each other very much, that is true,” Kurama said softly, his features tender as he studied Botan, returning his attention back to the ice youkai when she asked,

“Would you like me to show you to your rooms?”

“That would be lovely, thank you, Yukina.” Botan said, walking along side Kurama as the pair followed the petite female up to the engawa and down the long path, rounding a corner before coming to a stop in the middle of a series of room.

Yukina slid open the shoji door, turning sideways for the deity to peer inside. “Here is your room, Botan.”

The ferry girl hesitated to step inside, tossing a pouting look over at Kurama who merely gave a slight nod and she sighed inwardly, sliding off her backpack, placing it on the floor as she looked around. This room is the same from last time. She commented, poking her head out to watch Yukina shuffle off and stop at the room next to the deity's.

“And here is your room, Kurama. Please feel free to leave whatever you wish inside.”

Kurama slid off his backpack, stepping inside as he lay it down near the far wall before turning to face the small demon. “Tell me, Yukina, is Genkai still at the training grounds?”

“She is.” Yukina confirmed with a nod. “Master Genkai should be finished in a few hours.”

“Thank you, Yukina, you've been most helpful.” Kurama said with a friendly smile.

Yukina gave a slight bow. “You are welcome. I will be in the hall preparing tea if anyone is interested in joining.” She said, shuffling back towards the main area of the dojo, leaving Kurama and Botan alone.

The kitsune watched the ice youkai leave, smiling as Botan popped out of her room and came up to him. “Why do we have to have separate rooms, Kurama?”

He chuckled at her pout, knowing her mind and her desire to be close to him. “It doesn't matter, Botan,” The fox spirit said, reaching out to pull the girl gently to him. “We'll be together tonight... I promise you...”

Botan leaned into him, enjoying his solid form and the way he held her and she nuzzled his neck. “I will hold you to the promise, Kurama.” She whispered, kissing his pulse point.

The kitsune made a pleased sound, leaning down to nuzzle her crown. “Peony... I look very, very forward to tonight...”

The ferry girl felt his body responding to hers and she pulled her head back to study him. “Don't keep me waiting too long, Kurama. I may have to start without you...”

Kurama's eyes flashed at the image that sprang in his mind and he smirked, leaning down to brush his lips over hers teasingly. “So long as I help you... finish...” He replied, reluctantly pulling back as he sensed someone approach. “Your boss is heading this way.”

Botan sighed, missing the close contact of Kurama's body against hers. But I should behave for a while anyway. Besides, I am rather curious at the status of Reikai. “I better go talk to him then.” She said, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. “But I will see you later tonight...”

Kurama returned the kiss, studying her fondly. “Yes, sweet... tonight...” He let her go, missing her supple body against his solid one, his mind going off on different tangents and it was only through his sheer will that he didn't pull her back to him and carry her off into the woods to claim her like his body screamed at him to do. Not now.... later... I have to check on the men... and evaluate them... The kitsune turned, heading towards the rocky confines of a shrouded cave.

He began the trek up the steps, smirking at the amount of seals surrounding the area knowing it was the only way to keep his plan hidden from Enma. Reaching out, he opened the door and entered the darkened cave, the sounds of shouts and scuffling audible and his eyes focused on the small form of Genkai who stood at the edge of a cliff.

“About time you showed up,” Genkai greeted the kitsune, keeping her gaze focused on the six men sparring down below.

Kurama came to a stop beside the human psychic, peering over the cliff, watching as Touya faced off against Jin, Rinku fought Chu, and Shishi traded punches with Suzuka. “Sorry for the delay.” Was all he offered before he asked, “So how far along is their progress?”

“They've done well for the first month of training. They take to learning better than Yusuke ever did.” Genkai answered, sensing a small bit of Botan's ki within the kitsune and she smirked. “So you've bonded with her have you?”

“Yes.” Kurama said, a hint of pride in his voice as he shifted his gaze over to the human female. “Did you expect any less of an outcome, Genkai?”

“Hmph....” Genkai sounded, smirking as she uncrossed her arms from behind her back. “I'm heading back down to the temple. You can test them all you like, I'm sure you'll find new methods for them to learn in my absence this evening.” She turned, heading back towards the door.

“Of course.” Kurama replied, pivoting back to the scene below, finding six pairs of eyes staring up at him.

“Well, now, laddie... tis a fine sight you be standing up there... come ta test us have ya?” Jin called out.

The kitsune jumped down onto the tiled floor. “A test... yes... something like that...” He replied, walking up to the six men as he inspected them. “You've all gotten a bit stronger since I was last in your presence.”

“Right you are there, mate,” Chu said with a grin as he flexed. “I can feel power coursing through these muscles of mine already.”

“The old hag is rather good at training, I'll give her that much,” Suzuka grumbled as he crossed his arms. “But her food preparation leaves much to be desired. I haven't had a decent meal since we've arrived.”

“Meal? More like gruel...” Shishi grumbled. “Bad food, little sleep, and no women. I can barely stand it.”

Rinku rolled his eyes at the purple haired youkai's complaining. “This is supposed to be top secret training... not a place to hook up with one of your groupies...”

“What did you say?!” Shishi growled, putting the boy in a head lock as he growled, “Take that back you little jerk... I never hook up with my groupies!”

“See what I have to put up with, Kurama?” Touya said with a sigh as he watched Rinku try to break out of Shishi's headlock, the two rolling around in a dust ball of biting and swearing. “So quick of temper... rather annoying in all actuality.”

Kurama was about to reply only to blink when he felt Chu's hand slap at his back.

“Oi there, mate! I can feel that lovely sheila's energy radiating from your shoulder... claimed her have ya... it's about time! Hah, hah, hah!”

Rinku and Shishi stopped fighting, both of them turning to stare at the red head.

Kurama sighed. I should have known Chu would bring it up first. “Yes, I have.” He replied in an even tone before it grew lower and more firm. “But my love life is my own business. I'm here right now to evaluate your true power level.” The kitsune stretched a bit, lifting his hands up in a come on gesture as he took a defensive stance. “So how about it, gentlemen? Shall I test you now?”

The other men looked at each other then grinned.

“Why not... I'm game...” Shishi said, voicing what his compatriots thought and the six youkai charged forward all at once towards the smirking Kurama.

That's it... show me what you got. He thought, standing his ground, waiting for the onslaught to test their true strength, watching as the six came at his from different directions. “And so it begins.”

Genkai's temple, main building

“So, what is the status of Reikai's situation, Koenma sir?” Botan asked as she sat opposite of her employer and Yukina. “Has King Enma rescinded his order to eliminate Yusuke and the others?”

“I'm afraid not,” Koenma answered. “But my father will soon enough.”

Botan was surprised at the confident tone of her boss. “Do you mean to overthrow him, sir?”

The prince of the southern quadrant of Reikai drew in a breath, letting it out slowly as he answered, “Yes... I'm going to force his hand and make him give up his throne.”

“So it's a coup is it, Koenma?” Genkai's voice intruded and the three occupants turned their attention over to the open shoji door.

“Master Genkai, you're back from training already?” Yukina asked.

Genkai stepped into the main hall, shutting the door behind her. “Kurama has taken over training for the day,” She replied, coming over to sit to Botan's right. “Do you really think you can succeed in making your father step down from his seat of power?”

“I don't relish the idea of doing this, Genkai,” Koenma said, his features troubled. “He is my father but ever since mother left him over a 100 years ago, he's steadily become more enamored with his power. To the point he can no longer govern fairly or honorably.”

Botan looked at her boss with surprise. This is the first time I've ever heard him talk of his mother.

Koenma felt the weight and surprise of his head ferry girl's stare. “I'm sure you're wondering why I even mention this fact,” He began, lowering his gaze, voice shifting, becoming distant as memory returned to him. “But this is the truth nonetheless. My father... is not in his right state of mind... and it all ties back to their argument long ago.”

“What happened, Koenma, sir?” Botan asked, studying the spirit prince with curious eyes.

“I don't know the particulars,” Koenma replied. “But my mother just up and left one day, returning back to her people in the North. My father forbid me from seeing her and I obeyed him without question.”

“Your father never gave a reason for this order?” Botan asked.

“He told me it was because she had betrayed him and his trust. That she had turned her back on him and by extension, me. That I was nothing but a disappointment to her,” His brow furrowed as he whispered. “So I never went to see her. Even when I was in the North, I never went to see her. I always figured if she wanted to talk to me she would send a letter... or try to visit... but my father banned any contact with her or any correspondence.”

“And you believed him completely?” Genkai asked, studying the toddler lord with a critical eye. “Did it ever occur to you that something might have happened to your mother? That the reason you weren't allowed to even see or contact her was that it was impossible to do so?”

Koenma brought his gaze up to study the human psychic. “What do you mean?”

“You really want me to spell it out for you, Koenma?” Genkai asked in an incredulous voice. “it's entirely possible that your father either killed your mother... or imprisoned her somewhere. Why else would he forbid you from even seeing her?”

“I... I don't know... I always thought he was just... angry with her... and she with him,” He murmured, features confused. “I mean... why else would she walk away?”

“Did your mother ever say anything to you to indicate she was disappointed in you? That she wanted nothing to do with you?” The human psychic asked.

“No... she just...” He started then stopped as Genkai interjected,

“Vanished...”

Koenma reached up to clutch his forehead, trying to comprehend the possible truth. “God... what... what has my father done? It's not enough to conspire with Makai to force my detectives to leave Ningenkai, but now... if what you're saying is true...”

“He will be arrested and put on trial,” Botan whispered, feeling worry for her boss. “Sir, you need to get back to Reikai... you need to find out what happened to your mother... you need to take his place on the throne. A... a murderer... or whatever he is... has no place ruling our quadrant.”

“You're right, Botan,” Koenma murmured, strength returning to his voice. “I will force his hand and make him step down. But I think to do that, I will need the detectives help.”

“But, sir, Yusuke and Hiei are in Makai... and Kurama...”

“Is training his recruits to fight for Yomi, I know...” Koenma retorted softly. “But he is also here in this world. I may have need of him to help me return to Reikai to solve this dilemma.”

Worry grew in the deity's heart. “Sir... that's... that could be dangerous... what if... what if you fail? What if Kurama gets hurt?”

“I know how much you love, Kurama,” Koenma said, looking at his head ferry girl with paternal eyes. “I have no intention of bringing harm to him... or to severe that bond you two have formed.”

Botan blushed and lowered her gaze. Of course he'd sense Kurama's ki in me. “Sir...”

“It's alright, Botan,” Koenma replied. “I won't let him be harmed. Not that he really needs my help. He's already stronger than any SDF fighter and my father. That's why I need his assistance.”

“And if he refuses to help?”

“Then I will go alone,” Koenma answered. “Either way, I will return home and deal with this mess... and find out the truth of what happened long ago.”

A thought came to Botan then and she asked, “And what of... my past?”

Koenma blinked. “Your past?”

She lifted her gaze to study him, her voice growing stronger, more insistent. “Yes... like where I came from... who my parents were... why can't remember them... I want to know about my family, sir.”

The spirit prince frowned. “Botan... I... I have been looking into that but with little luck so far... and with this... issue... I don't have access to all of Reikai's files.”

She looked at him in shock. “You've been looking into my family?”

“Yes,” Koenma said with a nod, wondering how to word his thoughts. “Botan... when you told me that you were able to contain the power sphere of the netherworld inside your body... I... grew curious...”

“Because it's unusual to do so, sir?”

“Not unusual to do, it should be impossible to do.” Koenma countered. “Botan... to be able to house that much power in your body without it destroying you defied all logic for our people. No one has that power... not even my father could handle the sphere... it had to be contained with many spells... and wards... yet you not only managed to accomplish what no one else could... you also survived the encounter...”

“I wasn't... myself though, sir, when I had it... I was... in a dark place... it was...” She paused, shivering as she remembered the voices. “It was trying to kill me and drive me mad... if it wasn't for Kurama... I fear I would have lost my mind and my soul to madness and pain.”

“He helped you, yes, but still you managed to survive such a vast amount of power,” Koenma replied. “That's why I've been looking at lineages. I think you must have come from the North.”

“The north?” Botan murmured. “Then you don't know really where I came from?”

Koenma shook his head. “No. My father brought you to me when you were a child. He told me to raise you as a ferry girl. And so I did. But he never told me where you came from. Only that you were an orphan in need of a home. It isn't unusual for girls to be brought to the palace to become ferry girls so I didn't question it,” He paused, features turning grave. “But now that I think of it, there has to be some reason why he didn't give me more information on you. I am beginning to suspect it has something to do with you personally.... or your ability to contain power from other worlds.”

Botan debated whether or not to tell her boss about what had occurred when Kurama had asked her directly about her family before she spoke, “Lord Koenma, sir, something happened to me not long ago... something that caused pain in my mind... and it happened when I tried to remember my family. Do... do you think... something was done to me as a child?”

Koenma frowned. “Done to you as a child?” He pondered her question, a dark answer coming to him then but he dare not voice it. Father... what did you do?

“Lord Koenma?”

The brown haired male blinked, returning his attention to his head ferry girl. “I don't know, Botan, but I promise you, I will find out as soon as I can.” He sensed her unease, knowing she wanted answers. But I'm in no position to help her. Not yet, anyway. He decided to draw her mind away from her own troubles, switching up the topic as he asked, “So how are things going with Kurama? Has he talked of his intentions in this upcoming war?”

Botan was surprised at the change of topic, tilting her head, features thoughtful. “He wants to protect this world from the chaos that a war in Makai will bring,” She answered, voice soft. “Kurama feels... reluctant to fight Yusuke and Hiei and worries that he won't be strong enough when battle comes. So he wants to train here as often as he can to grow stronger.”

“Understandable,” Genkai murmured, lifting up her tea cup to take a sip. “Though his men aren't anywhere near capable of giving him a good test in their current power state,” She paused, lowering her cup back down. “He'll have to train by himself more often then not. But if anyone can figure out a way to do that successfully, it's Kurama.”

The light of the sun faded, darkness taking it's place, casting a shadow on the shoji door. That's odd, there's still a few hours of daylight left, why did it get dark all of the sudden?The rumble of thunder gave the girl her answer and she smiled. So you were right after all, Kurama. Seems the weather has taken a turn for the worse. She thought, her gaze lingering on the door, wondering how the kitsune's training was going.

Training Cave

Kurama stood alone, staring down at the panting forms of his men, studying them with a critical eye. “Not good enough. You'll have to try harder than that to even lay a scratch on me.”

“It's like hitting a brick wall with you, mate,” Chu grumbled, struggling to rise. “You're quite the fighter with that lean build of yours.”

“By now you should know that muscle doesn't make a youkai stronger... only ki does...” Kurama answered, watching as the rest of his men slowly forced themselves up into a sitting position. “And how do you increase your ki?”

“By training,” Touya answered, wincing as he rose to his feet. The blow from the kitsune's foot radiated throughout his right side and he clutched his tender ribs. “That's the only way to get stronger.”

Kurama caught the scent of rain and the roar of thunder and a new idea came to him. “There is another way to boost your power level, Touya, though it does carry a risk.”

“And what way would that be?” Shishi grumbled, his head pounding from the red head's earlier punch.

Kurama turned and leaped back up to the cliff. “Follow me and I'll show you.”

Outside the cave

Kurama led the men out and down the steps, heading deeper into Genkai's territory, coming to a stop before a massive vertical rock formation. The wind howled around them, the rain soaked their clothing, thunder boomed above them as lightning flashed in rapid bursts. The fury of nature itself roared around them, danger in the air, heightening their senses and the six youkai studied the kitsune with various levels of curiosity and hesitation.

“Why did you lead us out here, Kurama?!” Touya shouted above the chorus of booming thunder.

Kurama turned to face his men, his unruly red hair plastered against his skin, the water trickling down his face, settling into the already soaked fabric of his pale blue t-shirt. Emerald eyes studied the youkai, shouting back for all to hear. “Why else would I bring you out here than to help you grow stronger.”

“How can standing around in the pouring rain make us stronger?!” Shishi growled as he glared at the red head, wanting nothing more than to head back inside the cave or back to Genkai's and out of the cold and relentless rain that made him shiver violently.

Kurama turned sideways, pointing up to the top of the rock formation in answer. “You see that, up there?! That is your goal, gentlemen! I want you to climb up to the top! If you can reach it without use of your powers, then I will give you the rest of the evening and tomorrow morning off to do as you wish! If you fail... you will remain with me out here to train until you pass out!”

“Are you insane?!” Suzuka cried out, eyeing his trainer in disbelief. “There's no way any of us can climb up that wall without falling! The rocks are too slippery with all this rain and the wind could blow us off at it's slightest whim!”

Kurama closed his eyes as he listened then turned, not giving an answer, lowering his ki, letting them sense his suppression of power, relying only on his own physical strength as he reached out, gripping the closest crack in the rock he could find, lifting himself up, gaining purchase with his tennis shoes, slowly but steadily climbing upwards, higher and higher off the ground, much to the surprise of his fellow youkai.

“My God, he really is insane,” Suzuka murmured, watching in shock as the red head continued his ascent towards the top.

“Aye, that he may be, but the fox is also a brave lad... tis exciting to have a challenge at last.” Jin commented with a grin as he strolled forward, surveying the rocks before him, lowering his own ki, following Kurama's lead as he began to climb.

“This is dangerous... but I'll be damned if I'll be outdone by a damn kitsune!” Shishi growled, stalking over, reaching out to grasp the closest rocks he could find, pulling himself up, ignoring the wind and the rain as they pelted his body, gritting his teeth as he stared up at the climbing form of Kurama.

“Right you are, mate. Dangerous... and exciting... I can handle that, hah, hah!” Chu added, grinning as he began to climb up as well.

Rinku shrugged. “What the hell... I'd rather get this over with then have to stay out here all night.” The boy started forward, leaving Suzuka down on the ground below.

“I don't enjoy this weather, true enough, but I won't turn away from the challenge just because it's difficult.” Touya murmured, following behind Jin, determined to win this little head game of the fox spirit's.

Suzuka blinked in shock, watching as his comrades all dared to follow the kitsune up the rock wall, knowing it was foolish to even attempt something with the weather like it was. But... This danger... the lowering of our ki... pushing us to the brink of survival.... using nothing but our own physical strength. This... this could actually work... Despite his hesitation, the blond sighed and walked up to the bottom of the wall, following the rest as he slowly began to make his way upward, wondering if the redhead truly was crazy... or a genius...

Kurama dare not look down as he made his way up the formation. He was a good 200 feet above the ground, with another 100 to go, his muscles already straining from the ascent but he continued on, undaunted and unafraid. The wind swirled around him and his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of rock breaking away from above and he lifted his gaze, eyes widening as a chunk of debris headed straight for him. I cannot let it hit me... but if I don't stop it, it could hit one of the others climbing up and I don't want them to fail this test.

Gritting his teeth, the kitsune shifted his weight to his right hand, reaching up with his left, making a fist, striking the rock, the impact shattering it into small pieces. The particles slammed against his face, slashing open the skin and invading his eyes. Kurama clenched his eyelids shut against the stinging pain, his feet giving out from under him and he grunted from the full weight of his body baring down on his arm, frowning as it shook. The kitsune knew he hung precariously, his fingers beginning to slip against the slick surface of rock, the sky above roaring angrily as if to mock his small mortal form for defying the forces of nature that pressed down on him.

He slowed his breathing, forcing himself to calm down. I will not fall... I cannot fall... He repeated over and over again in his mind. Determination fill him and Kurama opened his eyes, blinking away the tears in reaction to the invasive debris floating around in his line of vision and swung to his left, grabbing hold of a crevice, gripping tightly as his feet scampered against the rock, seeking firmer ground, relief filling him as he gained leverage. Clinging to the rock, the kitsune grit his teeth and pulled his body up, climbing steadily once again. His muscles screamed in protest but he ignored the pain and strain, never stopping, moving forward until a last he reached the top. Bracing himself with his forearms, the fox spirit swung his right leg up and over, rolling onto his back as he cleared the last hurdle to safety.

Kurama lay there for several moments, staring up at the darkened sky, awestruck by the beauty of the storm that raged above. Bursts of white and blue light danced within the clouds, the cries of thunder shaking the ground beneath him. The air was damp and heavy and the pelting of rain stun, each drop stabbing his tender flesh and he shivered at the cold but smiled despite the pain, feeling the increase of ki.

“Hey, Kurama, you doing alright there?”

The kitsune turned his head, finding the wind master crawling up and over the edge and he shifted to his side, slowly, pushing off the ground as he rose. “Yes, I am well.” Kurama answered, moving back to give his fellow redhead room to join him on the flat surface.

“Good! But you are a crazy bastard... remind of Urameshi you do, pulling a stunt like this!” Jin said with a laugh as he came to stand beside the kitsune.

“This... isn't... funny... Jin...” Shishi growled as he reached the top, struggling to clear the last part of the test, gritting his teeth as he used his last bit of energy to force himself up and over, rolling then standing as he leaned over, palms resting on his thighs as he fought for breath.

“Aww... don't be a baby, mate... was a good challenge! Oops...” Chu shouted, nearly falling down as his grip slipped on the top. “Oh no you don't, body!” He snarled, using his strength to pull himself up and onto the top. “Whoo but that was quite the climb, Kurama!” The drunken master said with a sigh. “Gonna need a long soak in a hot bath after this one...”

“Hey, guys... a little help here...” Rinku squeaked out, his small body shaking as he tried to gain a grip on the top and failed, slipping down a bit.

“Hold on there, ya little blighter...” Chu said, moving over to grab hold of the boy's collar, pulling him up and roughly depositing him on the ground. “There ya go, safe and sound!”

Rinku winced at being dropped on the hard ground. “Oww! That hurt you big jerk!”

“Good... pain helps ya grow stronger!”

“No it doesn't!” Rinku protested as he rose to his feet. He winced as he rubbed his backside. “That's going to leave a bruise, I just know it.” He grumbled, his eyes watching as Touya joined their group.

“This was a rather difficult test you made us preform, Kurama,” The ice master commented, wincing at how much his body ached from the strain of relying on nothing but physical strength. “But I see now why you did it. Rather clever of you.”

“Clever?” Shishi grumbled as he tossed an irritated look at the kitsune. “More like unnecessary folly. What kind of advantage do we gain relying on only our physical attributes?”

“More... power...” Suzuka commented, drawing everyone's attention to him as the blond youkai crossed over the edge and crawled onto the flat surface before him.

“Power? Are you serious?” Shishi asked, studying his friend with puzzled eyes. “How do you know that?”

Suzuka stood, green eyes meeting the darker emerald ones of Kurama, voicing the kitsune's own thoughts as he spoke. “By pushing us to our limits... but not allowing us to cheat and use our ki... we effectively grow stronger.... Think of it like weighted clothing... pressing down... restricting our ability to move... to react... if we overcome these handicaps... we emerge stronger for it... That is what you were planning with this,wasn't it, Kurama?”

“Yes,” The red head admitted, meeting the gaze of the six men before him. “By pushing you to your limits... by forcing you to adapt without the use of your ki.... knowing you could fall to your death or be struck down by the storm roaring above us... that forced your bodies into a fight or flight response. You overcame the handicap and succeeded,” He paused, giving them a smile. “Well done... you may have the rest of the evening off and tomorrow morning as promised.” Kurama walked over to the edge, drawing out a seed, feeding it power then slammed his palm down onto the rock, a tree forming and he smirked, drawing out another seed, a thornless vine evolving and he flicked his wrist, the end wrapping around the trunk as he tossed it over the edge, gripping it tightly.

“ I will see you for training tomorrow afternoon, gentlemen.” Was all the kitsune said as he rappelled down to the ground, his movements more precise and controlled, until at last he reached bottom, leaving the vine for his men to use. Kurama headed back towards Genkai's temple, pondering what had occurred. Though my body is sore and fatigued, my ki feels stronger than before. I will have to risk my life often... to boost my power to that of Yusuke and Hiei... no different than them I'm sure. He thought as he passed the cave steps and followed the path that led through a series of trees, coming at last to the northern gate of the human psychic's compound and he pushed it open carefully, stepping onto the stone pathway, stepping up onto the engawa, coming to a stop at the sight of Botan waiting for him outside his room.

The ferry girl had sensed his approach and went out to greet her beloved, eyes widening at the state of his face and body. Gashes marred his perfect skin, his t shirt and jeans clung to his form and she saw him shivering from the cold. Worry filled her and she closed the distance between them. “What happened to you, Kurama?”

Kurama watched her approach, giving her a small smile and a dismissive wave of his hand. “It's nothing, sweet... just a bit of vigorous training outside. I'm fine.”

But Botan was not convinced. “Fine? You've got cuts all over your face and you're soaked to the bone. That's not fine, not at all.”

The kitsune knew she meant well. And I don't want to argue with her. “You're right, Botan,” He replied, moving towards his room. “I will heal the wounds quickly, sweet, and I'll change my clothes. So do not worry.”

Botan reached out, taking his hand and the red head stopped, turning to look at her with quizzical eyes.

“Let me heal you, Kurama.” She whispered, looking up into his eyes, giving him a shy smile. “Please?”

Kurama flashed a small grin. “I can deny you nothing, my lady,” He said, making a motion with his head. “Lead on.”

Botan blushed at the way he spoke, heart fluttering a bit but she gently tugged at his hand, pulling him to door, slipping off her shoes before sliding open the door.

Kurama followed, working off his tennis shoes, leaving them outside, smiling as the deity pulled him inside his own room. The fox spirit slid the door shut behind him, going forward as Botan drew him further into the room, missing the warmth of her hand when she let go, eyes fluttering when his lover reached up, gently tracing each gash on his face, the bleeding stopped, the skin mending until no trace of the wound could be found.

Botan smiled at the kitsune's reaction to her touch, knowing he enjoyed it, a joy of her own at how compatible their ki's were to each other. Slowly, she withdrew her hands, voice soft. “There... all better...”

Kurama smiled and stretched his hand out, catching the deity's and he brought it up to his lips, gently kissing her wrist. “Thank you, peony. I do feel better already.”

She enjoyed the simple display of affection, heart acting up at the warmth in his eyes and she whispered. “You are welcome, fox.”

The red head loved when she called him fox, the familiarity reserved for each other and each other alone and he moved closer to her, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against hers. “Beautiful peony... I love you, do you know that?”

Botan blinked then giggled at the nuzzle, returning it. “Of course I do, silly. I love you too... as you well know.”

“Mmm... true enough...” He murmured, shifting to brush his lips over hers.

The deity responded with equal care, reveling in the soft love, squeaking at the feel of his cold and wet clothing pressing against her and she gently pressed her hands against his chest. “Ack... Kurama... ”

He pulled back at her sound and the way she pushed at him, laughing softly. “Sorry about that... I suppose I should get out of these wet clothes.”

“You should,” Botan said with a nod, watching as the kitsune yanked at his water logged t shirt, tugging it up with some effort up and over his head. The ferry girl bit her lip as she watched him strip, admiring the way his muscles moved, her hands itching to touch him but she restrained herself, knowing she would be able to spend time with him alone later. “You certainly are comfortable in your own skin, aren't you?”

Kurama smiled, eyes on hers as he unzipped his jeans, tugging them down past his hips, rolling them to his feet, balancing to get each foot out of the water laden material. “I always have been, yes. But if you don't want to watch, you can always turn around.” He teased.

Botan pouted at his teasing but gave as good as she got. “And miss the show? I don't think so.”

Kurama chuckled, enjoying her retort. “Well, I do hope you enjoy the show...” He replied, his socks following before he crooked a finger into the side band of his boxer briefs, rolling them down and off, standing before her completely naked.

She tried her best to keep her gaze focused on his face, though inwardly she enjoyed the sight of his nakedness as she cleared her throat and turned from him. “I'll... get you a blanket so you can warm up... and take care of your wet clothes for you.”

Kurama quirked an eyebrow when she turned from him but remained standing, watching her open the nearby storage cabinet, drawing out a folded comforter and she returned to his side, handing it to him.

“Here you go. You should warm up pretty quickly now.”

The kitsune took the light blue blanket, wrapping it around his now shivering body, smirking as he replied. “I know other ways to warm up, love. Care to join me?”

Botan blinked then smiled shyly, his playful nature bringing a slight hint of red to her cheeks. “I'm sure you do... but right now, I should take care of your wet clothing.” She crouched down, scooping up his clothing as she headed for the door.

Kurama frowned, voice soft and more serious. “Botan... you don't have to do that for me... I can get dressed and take care of it myself.”

“I know I don't have to,” Botan replied as she slid open the door. “But I want to help you,” She looked over her shoulder to him, voice soft. “I'll be right back okay?”

Kurama nodded, watching her slide the door closed before he shifted, shuffling over to his backpack. He crouched down, drawing out a pair of boxer briefs the rose, the blanket falling off his shoulders. He slid the black fabric up his legs, letting the waist band go, adjusting himself a bit before proceeding to dress in a pair of jeans, white socks, and a long sleeve white t shirt. He sensed a familiar presence and he turned, the voice of Koenma calling out,

“May I come in, Kurama?”

“Or course, Koenma,” Kurama replied, watching as the door slid open, the teenage form of his former boss revealed. “What can I do for you?”

“Funny you should ask that,” Koenma began, walking inside the room, leaving the door open. “I had a long discussion with Botan about Reikai and I thought it would be wise to do the same with you.”

Kurama frowned. “Has something else happened in Spirit World?”

“At the moment, no, things are as they were since the Sensui incident,” Koenma said softly. “But there have a been a few recent developments that I may require your help on.”

“What kind of developments?” Kurama asked. And what does this have to do with me and Botan?

“Things of a delicate nature in relation to my own family,” The toddler lord answered. “My father will not relent his control over the southern quadrant, I fear, without direct confrontation.”

A knowing look spread on the kitsune's face. “Ah... and you need my help to do that.” He said, studying the brown haired man with curious eyes. “What exactly has your father done, that you believe you can push him from the throne?”

Koenma sighed. “I don't like airing my dirty laundry, Kurama, but the truth is, my father conspired with Makai to have my former detectives forced to leave this world.” He began, studying the red head with troubled eyes. “A fact you are already aware of.”

“I am aware of that, yes,” Kurama said with a nod. “But he's done much more than that, hasn't he?”

“Yes,” Koenma said reluctantly. “I believe he may have... done something with my mother... and also... Botan...”

The mention something being done to Botan instantly brought the red head to attention, his mind going back to the girl's reaction to his questioning of her past and family. “You think he did something to Botan?”

Koenma drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “I know Botan has told you what she could of her past. That she came to me when she was a child for me to raise. My father was the one who gave her to me.”

Kurama's eyes narrowed, voice low and dangerous. “Your father gave her to you? How did he find her? What happened to her family?”

“I do not know,” Koenma replied. “He told me her parents were dead and that she had no living relatives so I was tasked to take care of her, training her to become a ferry girl for Reikai.”

Kurama growled. “You have no other information than that? You didn't bother to question your father for the truth?”

“No,” Koenma admitted, feeling sick inside for her incompetence on the matter. “My father can be very... intimidating... and I never questioned his reasoning or his motivations. But after what happened with the Netherworld sphere, I began to suspect something wasn't right and I drew out certain records to investigate further into Botan's past.”

“Have you found out anything of significance?”

“Understand, Kurama, that I don't have access to everything in Reikai. Certain files and information is withheld even from me. I do suspect, though, that Botan came from the Northern Quadrant of Spirit World. But as to who her family really is, I cannot say. Not until I'm able to return to Reikai and remove my father from his seat of power.”

“And you need my help for that...” Kurama commented, admiring the smaller man's tactic of playing at the kitsune's own desire to find out the truth for his beloved. “Very well... I will assist you when the time comes... but on one condition.”

Koenma felt relief at the red head's willingness to help. “Name it.”

“When this exchange of power takes place, I want access to all files relating to Botan.” Kurama said, voice and features serious. “If I find out something nefarious happened to her, I will deal with those responsible personally. I do not want any interference from Reikai.”

Koenma's eyes widened a bit at the demand. “But... If I do that... If you kill them... You know I can't guarantee you will be left alone after it.”

“Who said I would kill them?” Kurama countered, his gaze shifting beyond the spirit prince's shoulder to the the approaching form of Botan.

“Koenma, sir?” Botan murmured, surprised to see her boss in the kitsune's room. “What are you doing here?”

“Just asking Kurama a few things,” Koenma replied, turning to face his head ferry girl. “I'll leave you two alone. Excuse me.” He walked forward and past Botan then exited the room.

Botan watched him go then turned back to the kitsune. “What did he talk to you about, Kurama?” She asked.

“He wants my help to remove King Enma from his seat of power,” Kurama answered in a soft voice. “I agreed to help him.”

“But... that could be dangerous, Kurama... King Enma is very powerful... and has many allies in Spirit World. What if something happens to you? What if they put you in jail again and hurt you like they did last time?”

He could sense the worry and fear for him in her heart and in her voice and he walked over to her, reaching out to gently pull her to him. “I won't be hurt again by them, Botan,” Kurama murmured, hugging her. “I'm too strong for them now. Even in my human form. Besides, I don't think a violent coup will be needed.”

Botan leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she was held, enjoying the closeness. “You don't think so?”

“No,” He replied, nuzzling her crown. “From what Koenma said, he has enough dirt to force his father to step down to avoid any political fallout and scandal. In helping our boss, he returns to Reikai and the order for Yusuke's death will be rescinded.” And I can begin to search out the truth of your origins, love. He added silently.

Botan relaxed against the kitsune, closing her eyes. “When Koenma returns, I will have to go back to Reikai as well. I find the thought of leaving you... worrying.”

“I know,” Kurama whispered, stroking her back as he tilted his head against hers. “ I hate the thought of not having you at my side. I will miss you greatly when you leave but you are still under Koenma's employ and he will need your help to get everything back in order.” He paused, features turning pained. “I only hope Koenma allows you to visit me more than once every few months, I don't know how I'll handle being away from you too long.”

The idea of being separated from Kurama made Botan's heart hurt and she clung to him, voice laced with pain. “I don't want to go back, Kurama. I want to stay here with you. I fear that if I return, I won't be able to see you for a long time.”

He hugged her tightly to him. “Botan...”

“Touching scene there, mate, why don't ya kiss her?”

Kurama blinked at the sound of Chu's voice, lifting his gaze to look out at the open door, finding the drunken master standing there with a stupid grin on his face.

Chu saw the irritated look in the kitsune's eyes and he answered his unspoken question. “Genkai wants to see ya, Kurama. Something about helping with dinner?”

The red head quirked an eyebrow. “Tell her I'll be right there,” He watched Chu leave then reluctantly loosened his hold around Botan. “Sorry, peony.”

“Don't be sorry, Kurama,” Botan replied, taking hold of his hand. “We can go help her, together, right?”

Kurama looked down at her hand holding his and he smiled. “We can, yes.” He led her out to the deck, sliding his door shut, heading towards the main hall, entering it and making their way to the kitchen area, finding the human psychic standing there with an annoyed expression on her face.

“Is something the matter, master Genkai?” Botan asked, drawing the wizened female's attention over to her.

“Those slackers are bellyaching about a decent meal,” Genkai grumbled, her brow gaze shifting to the red head. “And given Kurama's generous offer to give them the rest of the day and tomorrow morning off, I thought it only fitting he prepare tonight's dinner.”

Kurama caught the meaning in the human female's tone, knowing she was upset with him for giving the men a small reprieve. “It will be my pleasure,” He replied, giving Genkai a smile.

“Hmph...” Genkai sounded but did not growl as she left the room.

“So what are you going to make, Kurama?” Botan asked, watching as the red head scrounged around in the pantry and then the fridge.

“Whatever I can find that is edible,” The kitsune answered.

Together, the pair made a simple meal of rice, soup, and fish. The men scarfed it down then headed off to their rooms for much needed rest. After cleaning up, Kurama and Botan headed out on the engawa, the rain beginning to fall heavily again as thunder rumbled in the distance.

“Sounds like another storm system is moving in over this one,” Kurama commented, walking with the deity towards their rooms. “Will probably last most of the night.”

Botan smiled, twining her fingers with his. “I guess I'll have to visit you in your room then... being as I don't like storms.”

Kurama quirked an eyebrow at her comment, smirking a bit. “Hmm... Yes... Probably a good idea... You'll be safe in my arms...”

“And if I want more than safe?” She asked, giving him a coy look as she lifted her head to study him.

“I'll give you whatever you want, kitten.” He whispered in a lower tone, feeling excitement grow within him at the prospect of having her all to himself, without fear of interruption.

Botan shivered in delight at the low timbre in his voice. “Kurama... when you talk like it makes me want to kiss you... and other things.”

Kurama's eyes flashed at her comment. “So what's stopping you, Botan, hmm?” He murmured in that same low tone as he stopped, walking the girl back against the side wall, his hand leaving hers, pressing his palms on either side of her head. “Here I am... do what you want, I promise I'll enjoy it...”

She bit her lip at how dangerous he sounded, how easily the could be caught standing like this and it both worried and excited her. “Kurama... Right now? Out here?”

“Yes,” Kurama replied, sensing no one anywhere near their location. “Right now... right here...” He murmured, eyes on hers, his ears picking up her increasing heart rate, his nose catching scent of her desire for him and he moved closer to her still, his face inches from hers. “What do you want, peony... tell me and I'll give it to you...”

She felt the heat of his body so close against her own, saw the need in his eyes, her own need growing and she nearly whimpered out, “I want you... to touch me... to kiss me... I want to feel you over me... and in me... I want you, Kurama...”

Her words ignited the heat in his body, the blood pooling down, making him grow hard and he leaned in, kissing down her neck, sucking on her pulse point, her gasp of surprise making him grow bolder and he pressed against her, lifting his head to kiss her full on the mouth, reveling in the taste of her, groaning against her lips when she returned the kiss. They broke apart when the need to breathe kicked in, the kitsune croaking out, “Botan...”

“Mmm... Kurama...” The deity panted, caressing his face as she gave him butterfly kisses along his jaw then down his neck, all shyness forgotten. It had been over a month since their last sexual encounter and the ache bloomed low in her belly, demanding satisfaction and she pulled back, eyes dark as she looked up at him, seeing the same need and desire in his eyes and she shifted, taking hold of his hands, pulling him to the door of the red head's room. She slid it open, drawing him inside, reluctantly letting go of his hands as she turned and headed towards the cabinet, drawing out two futons, unfurling them in the center of the room then rose.

Kurama closed the door behind him, moving over to his backpack, unzipping the side pocket, drawing out protection, stuffing it in his pocket as he crossed the between them. He kept his eyes on hers as he reached out, tugging at Botan's shirt, pulling it up and off her. “Beautiful.” He groaned, his heated gaze trailing up and down his lover's nubile form.

Botan blushed under his intense look, trailing her hands down his chest and abs, feeling the heat radiating off his skin as she drank in the sight of his toned and solid body. “So are you.” She whispered, leaning in to kiss along his shoulder, panting against his skin when she felt his fingertips trail up her back, unlocking her bra and she felt him pull back, letting him slide the pink fabric off her shoulders, exposing her breasts and she blushed at the hungry look in his eyes, gasping when he pulled her back to him, the contact of skin on skin arousing. “Kurama...”

He loved the way she moaned his name, loved the feel of her breasts rubbing against his skin, his member painfully confined, straining against the constrictive denim of his jeans but he ignored it, wanting to please her first. “Botan...” He whispered in response, bearing her tenderly to the joined futons, hovering over her, kissing her slowly, nipping at her bottom lip before her kissed down her neck. “I love you... beautiful, lovely, peony...”

Botan felt herself grow wet from the simple kisses, the ache within her growing and she reached up, running her hands through his hair as he kissed down her neck then began to move lower, moaning as he rolled his tongue around each nipple in turn, suckling them, driving her wild with need and she shivered as he began to kiss down her stomach, lifting her head to watch him, curious as to what he was doing.

Kurama could smell her arousal, wanting to taste her nectar, wanting to hear her cries of pleasure, wanting to make this last and he felt her shift, lifting his head to look up at her. He used his teeth to tug the button of her jeans then unzip her, sliding his hands up her legs to tug the fabric down past her hips, then off her legs. He tossed the jeans aside, trailing his hands up her legs, slowly parting them, eyes never leaving hers as he leaned down, nuzzling along her panties, her cry of surprise arousing as he growled out, “You smell good enough to eat, lover.”

Botan's gasped at the sight of him, nervous but highly aroused as he stripped her to nothing but her panties, whimpering at the feel of his hot breath against her soaked sex, parting her legs for him in reflex, his words making her want him even more and she watched to see what he would do. She didn't have long to wait.

The kitsune's fingers slid into the waist band of his lover's panties, drawing them down past her hips, removing them completely, kissing his way up her right thigh, hands trailing outside as he finally reached her sex, her whimpers making him want to please her more and he flicked his tongue out, drawing lazy circles around her nub, nearly going off when she gasped and bucked.

“Oh God! Kurama!” She cried, the new sensation driving her to want more, clutching the fabric of the futon as she felt him drag his tongue up and down, in and out in off patterns and she rolled her hips, lost in the way he made her feel. “Don't stop... please... don't stop...”

She tasted like heaven, her nectar as sweet as he thought it would be and he loved her slowly with his tongue. He reveled in Botan's reaction to him, letting her buck wildly, tossing her legs over his shoulders as he delved deeply into her. Her could feel her walls pulsing, her breath was hitching and he knew she was close. He thrust his tongue in and out of her entrance, his right hand shifting, rolling his thumb around her nub, wanting to drive her wild.

Botan's eyes rolled into the back of her head, the sensation of his tongue inside her and the way he touched her most sensitive spot was too good, too much and she began to buck wildly, her hand reaching down to grab his hair, twisting the strands, tossing her head side to side as she arched her back and screamed out her pleasure, biting her lip so hard that it bled, still thrusting her hips forward and up at his continued ministrations.

Kurama lapped her up as she gushed for him, removing his thumb though he kept sliding his tongue in and out of her for several seconds, slowly withdrawing his head from her sex, sliding her legs down off his shoulders, licking the nectar off his mouth and chin, eyes and voice dark. “You taste wonderful, peony. Could eat you again and again.”

Botan groaned at his words, body alive and tingly, panting out, “Kurama... God.. what was that? It felt so good...”

“The warm up, Botan,” Kurama answered as he rose to his knees, looking down at her with heated eyes. “Do you feel good, lover, hmm?”

“Yes,” Botan replied, her gaze trailing down to the bulge in the kitsune's jeans and she sat up, reaching out to touch it, voice low and curious. “And I want you to feel good too, Kurama.”

The red head moaned at the contact. “Botan... that's... you... you don't have to...”

She felt bold and she shifted to her knees, facing him, leaning in to kiss along his neck up to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe as she whispered. “And if I want to, Kurama?”

He grew painfully hard at the attention to his ear. How the hell did she know about that?He wondered, eyes fluttering closed as he felt her unbutton then unzip him, hissing when he felt her hand slide into his briefs, stroking his overheated member.

“I want to touch you, too, Kurama... I want to taste you, too... let me... please...”

He about came at her plea, wrapping his arms around her as he fell onto his back, shifting his head to capture her lips, moaning against them as the girl pumped him slowly. “Botan... you keep stroking me like that... and I won't last long enough for you to do anything...”

Botan went as she was pulled, reluctantly withdrawing her hand from his underwear, shifting to kiss down his neck. “Does that... feel good?”

He panted at the kisses, caressing her arm. “Yes, kitten... anything you do feels good...”

She smiled against his skin, kissing down his chest and abs, feeling them flex and twitch and she reached up, tugging at the waistline of his jeans, pulling them down and off his legs. She could see the rigid hardness of him and she nuzzled along the outline, pride filling her at his deep moan. “You like that?”

“God yes... Go ahead and touch it, Botan... kiss it.. whatever you want to do with it...”

The ferry girl felt powerful in the moment, having this beautiful creature begging for her attention and she wanted to hear his moans and to taste him as he'd tasted her. She reached up, stripping the last piece of fabric remaining between her and him, his member springing free and Botan took hold of it, pumping him slowly, watching his expression as she leaned forward and licked at the tip.

Kurama's eyes widened. He couldn't believe she was actually going to even try to take him into her mouth. “God, baby... stop.... you... you don't...” His voice died out, replaced with a gasp then moan as he felt her lips wrap around the head and he jerked up in response. “C...Christ... Botan...”

The taste of him was a bit salty but not unpleasant and she tried to take more of him into her mouth, gagging in reflex when he thrust into her mouth and she pulled away, trying to catch her breath.

Kurama frowned at the sound of her gagging, sitting up onto his elbows when she pulled away from his leaking member. “Botan... it's... it's okay.. you don't have to...”

“I want to...” she replied, gripping the base of his member, stroking him slowly, using a different tactic, rolling her tongue around the head then took the tip into her mouth.

He moaned at the attention, unable to stop himself from directing her. “Yeah, baby... just like that... suck on it... mmm... yes... so good.. not... too deep.. just the head... ahhh.. yeah...” He rested his hand over hers, helping her to pump him slowly.

His dirty talk made her grow wet and she did as he requested, sucking on the head, feeling him grow thicker, the fluid leaking from his tip was growing thicker as well and she gasped as he pushed her gently away with his free hand, abs flexing as he grit his teeth, helping her to pump him hard and fast.

“Botan I'm gonna...” His seed erupted suddenly and with great violence, coating both their hands as the red head came hard. “Yes! God! Mmm... so good...” He moaned, sitting up, reaching out to twist his hand in the girl's hair, crushing his lips against hers, riding out his release, pulling back as he slowed their hands to a stop. “Botan... very... naughty... of you... to do that... but it felt... good... real good...”

Botan blushed at the amount of fluid on their hands and skin, letting go of his still hard member as she whispered. “We should... clean this up...”

He looked down, brow furrowed. “I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be so messy... you're right...” He watched her rise up and enter the small bathroom, returning a minute later with a wash cloth and a towel. She cleaned him and his hand, surprised at his soft moan, looking down to see he was still erect. “Are you alright, Kurama?”

He groaned, chuckling at her question. “More than alright, Botan...” He answered, leaning in to kiss her more gently, tugging and sucking on her bottom lip as he murmured, “The question is... are you satisfied, love? Or do you want more?”

She panted at the way he kissed her, the ache intensifying down below as she panted out. “I want more... I want you... I want to feel you... in me, Kurama... I've waited over a month... I need you... I need you so bad...” She kissed him again and again, going back as he bore her down, trailing her hands down his chest as she watched him reach out to grab his jeans.

Kurama took out the condom, opening it, pinching the tip as he rolled the latex down over his rigid hardness, eyes on hers as he took hold of himself, dragging it up and down her sex, coating it as he commanded, “Part your legs for me, Botan,”

Botan whimpered at the teasing, growing very wet at the dominant tone in his voice, surrendering to his whim, parting her legs for him, eyes on his. “Take me, Kurama, please.... want you so bad... it hurts...”

He shifted, guiding the tip to her entrance, slowly pushing forward, sinking inch by inch into her,feeling her walls stretch to accommodate him and he went still when he was as far as he could go. Kurama flattened his palms, resting them by each of her shoulders as he hovered over her, moaning out, “This is where I belong...” He pulled back then thrust forward, her cries driving him to please her. “In you... loving you... again.. and again... and again...”

Botan whimpered with each thrust, the pleasure escalating as he moved slowly in her. “I'm yours... all yours... don't leave me, Kurama..... Stay in me... don't stop... God... don't ever stop...” She moaned out, moving her hips in time with his, trailing her hands up his arms, feeling the strength in them, marveling at the beauty of the man loving her.

Kurama looked down at the flushed features of Botan, her parted lips, her sighs and whimpers intoxicating and he panted out, “Look at me, lover...”

Botan lifted her gaze to meet his, gasping at the heat and the love in his eyes.

“You're beautiful... love you so much... so much...”

The deity reached up, caressing his face. “Kurama... love you too... love what you do to me...”

“Botan....” He panted at her touches, “Want you to feel good.... want you to tell me... what you want.... who you want...” He stopped his thrusts, rotating his hips. “Who do you want, lover?”

She gasped as he stopped, whimpering out, “You... I want you... please...”

“Who do you want, Botan... say it...”

“Kurama... I want you, Kurama... I want you to take me....”

“Take you how, kitten?” He asked, moving in her again but very slowly. “Like this?” He shifted, nearly pulling all the way out before plunging back in. “Or like... this?”

“Ahh!” Botan cried out at the harder thrust. “Like that! Oh God! Please... don't... tease me.. give it to me... take me... I need it... I need you...”

He growled, clutching the futon with his palms, driving hard and deep into her, their moans and cries mingling with the thunder that boomed around them, the sounds and scents of their intense lovemaking filling the room. Skin slick with sweat, the kitsune changed the angle, rubbing along the sweet spot inside her and Botan went wild, wrapping her legs around his waist, babbling incoherently, the coil within snapping and she came hard, her nectar spilling out, soaking the futon as she clung to him.

Kurama felt her walls clamp down around him like a vice, watching the expression of his lover as she went over the edge, wet smacking sounds audible from the intensity of her release, feeling how slick she was and he moved harder and faster into her, pounding her now, his own release nearing. The red head gasped and snapped his hips, roaring her name as his seed rocketed up and out of his member, releasing violently, gritting his teeth as he thrust with each spurt. “Ohh... Botan... God... My Botan... Mine... yes... Mmm...”

Botan whimpered at the rough thrusts, shuddering in pleasure, gasping in surprise as he drew out a second and more intense release in her and she arched her back, screaming his name, milking him with her quivering walls, reaching up to pull him down for a rough kiss, her cries of pleasure muffled as he delved his tongue into her mouth briefly before sucking on her own, lifting his head as he panted out,

“Botan... lover... God.. I don't know... if I can.... stop...” He kept moving in her, still hard and still wanton.

The ferry girl had never known such intensities of pleasure... and was unsure if it were normal to want him as badly as she did. She could feel he was still hard and she gasped. “Kurama... don't... stop... then... take me... please... make me yours... again.... and again... and again...”

The kitsune rolled, pulling the girl with him, aroused at her gasp and the way she sunk down fully onto him. “Take your... pleasure... lover... show me how much you want this....”

The sensation of him fully inside her made her toss her head back and she began to move along his length, getting a feel for this position, rotating her hips until she found the angle that rubbed against her sweet spot and she leaned back, riding him, mouth open as she whimpered her pleasure.

God, but she's beautiful. His mind cried, watching as the ferry girl bounced up and down on his rigid length. He gripped her hips, slowing her down as he sat up, kissing down her neck, licking and suckling her breasts, panting as the girl ran her hands through his hair, moaning in his ear. “Mmm... Kurama... So good...” She began to ride him hard, clinging to him, the friction and the feel of him inside her too much and she tossed her head back, clamping down on him again, bucking wildly as she arched her back, his name on her lips as she came once more, cupping his face as she kissed along his jaw, whimpering when he lay back and held her still.

Kurama felt her walls tighten around him and he lay back, driving up into her, holding her still, prolonging their pleasure as he rubbed that spot within, not allowing her movement, feeling her clamp down even harder around him and gush, soaking everything as he snapped his hips up and came again, rolling, pinning her down as he thrust hard into her, riding out his third release, collapsing onto her, utterly spent. “B... Botan...” He croaked out. “I can't... even move...”

Botan nearly blacked out from the intensity of their lovemaking, clinging to him, voice as hoarse as his own. “Kurama... I can't... move, either...”

He panted against her neck, body slick with sweat. “That was... incredible... you were wonderful... lover... so wonderful... so beautiful... I couldn't stop... I didn't want to stop...”

Botan held him with shaky arms, moaning out. “I didn't... want you too... we just... wanted each other too badly... to stop...”

He smiled, kissing her pulse point. “True... not having you for over a month... made me want to keep loving you... to make up for lost time...”

She stroked his back, closing her eyes at the kiss. “I think... we'll always be like this... no matter what, Kurama.... and I won't ever complain about it, either...”

He laughed softly, lifting his head to look down at her. “We'll have a bunch of babies then... if this keeps up once we're married...”

She blushed at his comment, voice soft. “What's wrong about that?”

“Nothing, sweet,” He replied, kissing her softly before reluctantly pulling out of her. He rose up, legs a bit wobbly as he headed to the bathroom, taking care of the condom before returning back to the deity. He scooped up his boxer briefs, sliding them back on before handing the girl her clothing. Botan rose, dressing before heading towards the door. Kurama dressed as well then followed, escorting her back to her room, voice soft. “I love you, Botan... and I want you to get some rest.”

The deity pouted. “I don't see why we can't rest together.”

“After what we just did... I don't trust myself to behave...” Kurama murmured, leaning in to give her soft kisses. “I'll clean up the mess, sweet... don't worry... and I will see you in the morning... okay?”

Botan returned the kisses, feeling a bit sore and achy again and she murmured in return. “I... see what you mean...” She pulled back, opening the door to her room. “You get some rest too... Goodnight, Kurama.”

“Goodnight, Botan,” The red head whispered, watching her enter the room, missing the warmth of her body next to his as he settled down in his own room and tried to sleep.

Man... lots of sex at the end of this... the month long interval without alone time makes the rather...um.. amorous with each other... it will be like this when ever they get together physically... the next chapter will focus on Reikai and Koenma's coup... probably more sexy time as well... along with tender moments... I probably will have Kurama and Botan meet up with Yukina and Kuwabara during one of the festivals before Botan has to return to duties... and there will be a Youko and Botan moment either in this chapter or the next.. when Botan returns to work and has to spend time away from Kurama.