Chapter 1: Rescue

Kurama rushed down the long dark hallway. He had to get there. Who knew what was happening to her. A few dark thoughts entered his mind and he pushed forward, going as fast as his limited human body would take him. He stopped once he reached the end of the passage. He had two choices, go down the hall to his left or go down the stairs in front of him. He chose the stairs, using logic to determine the location of the dungeon he was looking for. Without another moment's hesitation, the redhead sprang down the steep, narrow stairs into the darkness.

Once Kurama reached the bottom of the stairs, he paused to let his eyes adjust to the limited light coming from the few torches lit along the walls. Once he could see relatively well, he saw that there was a line of doors on the wall to the left. Each was made of heavy wood and looked very worn. "She must be in one of these. I have to hurry!" Kurama thought. He rushed to the first door and tried to open it. It was locked and didn't budge. "Great," he mumbled. He stepped back and then rammed into the door. It burst open with a cloud of dust and splinters.

"Dru! Dru, are you in here?" Kurama said as he waved away the dust to see. He looked around; there was no one in the room. "Damn it!" The redheaded kitsune went back out into the hall and tried the next door.

The next five doors were empty and Kurama was beginning to loose hope. "What if she's not down here? What if I'm to late! No, I can't think like this. I need to stay focused. There's still one room left, hopefully she's in there." Kurama stood in front of the last door. He prayed that she was in there. If not then there was a high probability that she was already dead. Suddenly the smell of blood filled his nose. It smelt old, like someone had been bleeding for hours and it had finally dried. Without a second thought, his hand flew to the door handle and pushed. It wasn't locked, out of all seven doors this was the only one unlocked. Just his luck. He slowly pushed the door open. It was dark inside like all the others but he could still make out the shape of a person standing against the wall. Kurama grabbed a torch off the wall and returned to the room.

The kitsune gasped once the light filled the room. The person who he thought was standing against the wall was Dru, but she wasn't standing. Held up against the wall with giant metal steaks through her hands and feet was his love. Naked in all her glory, her thigh length raven black hair fell around her face, obscuring it from the world. Her head was down as if she were bowing to him. Blood stained her once white skin a dark red as it trailed down her arms and body. Wait a second; her arms were still bleeding. That meant she was still alive! Once this realization hit, he rushed into the room.

The first thought that entered his mind was how sorry he was for letting this happen to her and how to get her down. Upon further inspection he realized that there were thin metal wires wrapped around her arms to hold her up. Because the steaks were through her hands and not her wrists as usual for crucifixion, wires had been placed on her arms to support her weight so the steaks wouldn't be ripped from her hands by the force of her body. He pulled a seed from his hair and used his power to turn it into a knife like leaf. He cut the wires while forcing Dru against the wall so she wouldn't fall. Then he removed the steak from her feet, followed by the ones in her hands. She fell against his body and he was relieved to fell her shallow breathing. He removed his uniform top and placed it around her shoulders trying to give her some form of modesty. He didn't think she would be very happy to wake up naked with four men around her, no matter how much she loved one of them.

A low moan resounded through the stone room and it took Kurama a second to realize that it hadn't come from Dru, there was someone else in the room with them. He looked around the room and spotted another body in the corner. Carefully he approached, carrying Dru with her head resting on his shoulder. After taking a few steps, the body was visible. It was a young boy, probably in his mid to late teens, with short white hair curled around a younger child with black hair. The boy moaned again as the light was shinned on his face. He opened one golden eye and peered up at the strange man holding a torch in his face.

Upon seeing Dru in the strange man's arms, memories from his life came flooding to the front of his mind, memories of all the times someone came to their room. They were always filled with pain, not only for himself but his mother to. Especially her. "Get away from my mother." The boy growled out through clenched teeth. His head was pounding and the slightest movement made it unbearable.

"Your mother?" the man said stunned. What did the boy mean his mother?

"Yes my mother, now leave her alone. Haven't you people tortured us enough?" the boy hissed with rage in his eyes. He attempted to sit up, wincing as he did so through the pain he felt. "I don't know how much of a fight I can put up. I have at least three broken ribs, my right arm is broken, and my shoulder is dislocated. God, why can't he just leave!"

Kurama stared at the boy in front of him. There was something familiar about him but Kurama just couldn't quite put his finger on it. He studied the boy's appearance. His hair was short with long bangs that framed his pale face. It was a silvery-white in color but that was common among many species of demons. At the moment, his face was drawn up in a snarl as he growled at the kitsune.

Kurama realized who the boy was as soon as he looked at his eyes. He was indeed Dru's child for the starburst pattern of his pupil indicated so, but the deep golden hue was the same of Yoko's, his. This boy was his son, but how was that possible? He thought back to the last moments with Dru before he went to the Human World. Dru had been pregnant! So there child had survived all these years.

"I promise, I would never harm you or your mother." The former thief said to the youth. "Come, we should leave."

"Why should I trust you?"

"You have no reason to ,but like I said, I promise not to hurt you. We need to hurry though. Dru could die from blood loss soon." After hearing this, the boy struggled to his knees. He was so weak, he felt as if he would pass out at any moment. "Are you alright?" a concerned Kurama asked. He knew it was a stupid question but he felt the need to ask anyway.

"I'll be fine…" the boy mumbled as he passed out. The redhead caught him in time before he hit the stone floor. He laid the boy down and paused. He couldn't possibly carry all three of them, he would have to wait for Yusuke and the others. Mentally he sought out said Spirit Detective.

"Yusuke."

"Hey man, ya find her yet?" came the annoyed sound of Yusuke Urameshi's mental voice.

"Yes but I need you or Kuwabara to come down here and help me. There are some children here and I can't carry all of them."

"Alright, be there in a sec."

The mental link was dropped and Kurama sat down next to his son against the wall with Dru in his arms. She was beginning to shiver so he hugged her closer to his body. He peered down at her. She looked so angelic, even covered in blood and on the brink of death. How he had missed her over the seventeen-year span he had been in Human World. There wasn't a day that had gone by that he hadn't thought of her. He sighed. He had her back now and that was all that mattered at the moment.

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Dru moaned as she started to come to. Slowly she opened her eyes and gasped at what she saw. She was still in the cramped cell she was always kept in but she was not alone. She stared at the person holding her. He appeared to be human, and had long red hair and bright forest green eyes that glowed in the dim light from the torch next to him. There was something familiar about this human. He looked down at her once he noticed she was conscious. "I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"Kurama…" she mumbled unbelieving.

"I'm so sorry." He mumbled again, this time bringing his face to rest in the crook of her neck. "I should have been here. I should have protected you."

"Shh…" she soothed. "It's not your fault." She reached up with her right arm and hugged his head. Oh, how she'd missed him.

"I'm going to get you out of here. My friends are coming to carry the children."

"Kurama," she mumbled remembering, "You have to get the others."

"What do you mean?" he asked confused. There were no others.

"They're in His room. He came and took them last night. Please go get them…" she whispered as she lost consciousness again.

"I will, I promise."