Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
This is the promised sequel to my story Reincarnation. Please read that one before reading this. It makes more sense that way. And please, please review!!! I want to know what you think!!!
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The soul flew franticly through the air, searching desperately for a body to reside in. Who? Who could it possess?
It needed someone close to him. Someone...someone with a special awareness. One of his teammates perhaps.
The ferry girl, Botan was it? No, it could not possess something as inferior as a perky blabbermouth woman.
The ugly fool, Kuwabara? No, his Spiritual Awareness was high, but not high enough. Besides, it couldn't even consider residing in someone so, well, ugly.
The Detective, Yusuke? No, too hard-headed, and almost no special awareness at all.
But maybe...yes. He would be perfect.
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Hiei jerked violently. His Jagan glowed hot purple under the white bandanna that concealed it.
But, of course, Kuwabara didn't notice. He was too busy watching Yusuke scream at Juri. That little witch had declared Karasu the winner, even though Kurama was clearly the only one of the two who was still breathing.
The wounded Kurama limped out of the ring, supported by Yusuke.
"Due to the presence of a rather large killer plant in the middle of the ring, and the destruction of part of the stadium, we are postponing the remaining fights until further notice," Koto announced.
The cat demon turned off the microphone and proceeded to captivate Juri in a conversation about how cute the Team Urameshi fighters were, and how could she let them lose like that?! Juri retorted that the cuter of the two previous fighters was clearly the bomb master, but Koto remained on the kitsune's side.
"Hey, Hiei, you okay? You look a little pale," Yusuke remarked.
Hiei's head snapped around. "What do you think, baka? I'm fine." He shoved his hand in his pocket and stalked away.
"What's with him?" Yusuke wondered.
"Ah, he's always like that," Kuwabara complained.
Kurama narrowed his eyes. Something was not right.
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--Get out of my body.--
--Why? I'm rather enjoying life right now.--
--Get OUT.--
--Temper, temper. You're going to have to learn to respect me, for we will be together for quite a long time.--
--I won't let you get away with this.--
--I don't see how you could possibly stop me.--
--I will fight you.--
--And you will lose. I won't give this up, not now, not when I've come this far.--
--I'm afraid you're mistaken.--
--Oh, and you think your little friends are going to help you?--
--Friends are just a crutch for the weak.--
--He is your friend, isn't he?--
--He considers me his.--
--He killed me. He left me to die, all alone, wounded and helpless. What makes you think he won't do the same to you?--
--. . .--
--Nothing to say?--
--Get out. Just leave me alone, leave him alone. Get out. Now.--