Here you guys go! I'm quite excited about this story, really. I've written 16 chapters shorthand so far. So it's just typing it all.

Again, this story mentions characters that are mentioned in my previous YYH crossover, "Silent Hill." If you'd like, feel free to give it a go as well. Might be able to understand a few things in later chapters better.

Please R&R! Disclaimers in profile.

Chapter One

There was only one person that Koenma could count on in this situation. And, thankfully, he was employed by the Reikai. And despite his good team, the new king of the Spirit World knew that only he would be able to handle it.

"Ogre!" the toddler shouted, leaving the dim chamber with dark eyes. The heavy doors slammed shut behind him. "Find Botan and have her send for Yoko Kurama at once!"

"Kurama, sir?" the ogre asked, one brow raising. "But what can he-?"

"I'm serious! Get to it, now!"

Koenma watched his servant scuttle away, and began to head to his old office in Judgement. He still did his old job. There wasn't much else to do when you became ruler. Seems his father had him doing all the work, after all.

More than half the day passed before Kurama arrived, wearing the business suit he'd grown accustomed to. He'd gotten a job at his stepfather's company after high school, while his friends were still in college. He did odd tasks for the Reikai on occasion, but it wasn't often that only he was called for a case.

Botan didn't even know the details; all she knew was that it was urgent for Kurama to make it to Spirit world ASAP.

"I wonder what he's having me do," Kurama said aloud. "It really must be urgent, for me to leave work so early."

He'd feigned sick, using a mild toxin to make himself vomit in his office, with his secretary standing right in front of him. Thankfully, though, he hadn't been in a meeting, and didn't have one for the rest of the day.

"I'm not sure, but George did sound rather emotional about the whole thing," Botan replied.

George… oh, yes, that's the ogre's name. Kurama nodded, and made his way to the end of the hall where Koenma's office was.

The King of the Reikai, now in the form of a young boy, looked hysterical when he walked in. That couldn't be good.

"Kurama, it's about time!" he shouted. "I've been waiting for ages for you to get here!"

"I apologize, but I can't just disappear like Yusuke does. I have things to take care of." And the fox was right. He had a life, and a job. Responsibilities.

"Well, get ready to add one more thing to your list!" Koenma pushed a button behind his desk, and the large screen appeared before them. "Now, I'm sure you're familiar with the film called 'Chapter Black'-"

"Yes, and Hiei destroyed it, as you know."

"Yeah, I remember, but that's not the point," the young ruler continued. "Chapter Black includes humans torturing and killing demons as well as each other. In ways very similar to the events Shinobu Sensui witnessed during his days as a Spirit Detective." His eyes then closed thoughtfully.

"What does the Chapter Black tape have to do with this assignment?" Kurama asked. Honestly, he just wanted to go home and relax. He wasn't looking forward to whatever this was.

"Well, a demon has been found and taken into custody. Her face is seen for a total of thirty minutes in Chapter Black."

Now, this made things interesting. "You're telling me that someone in that tape is alive? And you have them here?"

"That we do. She survived, and was spotted yesterday morning in the mountains by one of our Reapers." Koenma crossed his arms. "She's a yoko, but we do not know her name. Her files were tossed years ago, while I still worked under my father."

"Hm. And what is it you'd like me to do with her?"

"Besides using your exceptional skills to coax her into speaking with us…" Koenma laughed slightly and rubbed the back of his head. "Her body is filled with plants from the Demon World, though all are dormant and are not harming her for the moment. We're not even sure how many different species of plants are inside of her body."

"Wait, what!?" the fox exclaimed. "Demonic plants? If they're dormant, then perhaps she is controlling them. But how can you tell they're even there?"

Koema pushed another button on his desk, and the screen flickered to life. The camera was in a corner on the ceiling, giving a good view of most of the room.

Her face was towards the wall, so he couldn't see her face. She was naked, lying on her side on a small cot that Koenma must've provided. She had a tail like a fox demon, and it shimmered a silvery blue that Kurama recognized from a flower. The hair on her head was the same color, and the fox could barely see the ears poking out from beneath it.

"She really is a yoko," Kurama said quietly. He wasn't sure that his other half had ever said anything more of his kind. "Do you really think she will listen to me? I am only a human."

"Please, Kurama, we know who you really are. We can sense your demon energy. She will be able to feel it, too. She's not exactly young, seeing as she was in the beginning of Chapter Black."

Kurama really had no choice to comply. "Zoom in or switch cameras, please," he requested. "I'd still like to see how we know those plants are in her body."

"All right, but be prepared," Koenma answered, and began turning a knob. The camera slowly zoomed in on the demon's body, and Kurama involuntary held his breath when he saw her tail twitch.

The fox released the air in his lungs when he saw it. Sall flowers were cutting through the skin on her back and blooming; some of the flowers Kurama didn't even recognize.

"Whatever she's got in her, there's obviously not enough room," the toddler said. "Despite what she is, I don't think she should die this way. All I wasnt to now is her name and how she got away, and I'll gladly let her go."

Kurama was amazed, watching almost microscopic trails of blood fall down the other yoko's back. Whatever those were, they couldn't be dormant if flowers were blooming. "What do you expect me to do?" he asked.

"Manipulate or kill the plants. She'll die if this continues."

"It could take weeks, or even months."

"Take all the time you need. You can do it outside of your job in the Living World. All I ask today is that you get her to eat."

"She's not eating?" Kurama asked.

"Not eating, speaking, or cooperating," Koenma replied. "She is rather violent, so be on your guard. She can wield a rose whip just like you."

"How many people has she attacked?"

"If you want me to be honest, we experimented a bit, you see." The boy's head bent forward. "She mainly acts to defend herself. Her only offensive moves are toward humans."

"That's not really surprising, if she was tortured by them."

"Yes, I imagine her hatred for them is great, although she doesn't seem like she will eat them. She is either repulsed or afraid; we cannot tell."

"Well, get some food for her and show me where she is. I'll do what I can today."

"Good, then let's get started."

Her cell was larger than it had looked on the camera. There was a glass window beside the large double doors, so she could be easily observed. It was almost like seeing a tiger at a zoo. Kurama stood there, watching the unmoving demon. He wasn't sure what he could manage. He wasn't a doctor. He didn't know what to do with a girl that was obviously broken mentally. And he couldn't come near if she was going to attack. The chances of progress were obviously long shots.

The tray of food an ogre brought for her looked simple enough: some steaming soup, a glass of water, a hunk of bread, and a small saucer piled with a few pieces of fruit. More than likely, though, none of these would appeal to her. But it was Kurama's job to try.

Holding the tray with both hands, he walked through the doors as they opened. The demon didn't move, although now her face was towards the door. She gazed at Kurama with blank eyes.

She had a naturally small frame, but a curvy body nonetheless. Her breasts were small, but it fit her body well. The fox blushed when he noticed the silver-blue tuft of pubic hair between her legs. He mustered a friendly smile.

"Hello, there," he said to her, stepping forward. There was a small metal table with a chair nearby, and he decided to approach that first. "I brought you something to eat, but I hear that you're not wanting what we give you."

Her gaze stayed fixed on him. Her eyes were golden, much like the ones he sometimes faced in the mirror or in his dark dreams. She didn't move, though. Kurama noticed a larger flower blooming on her hip.

"Doesn't that hurt?" he asked. "I'm good with plants. I can try to help you with that, if you like."

She moved her head so lightly that the motion was barely noticeable. "I'm a fox demon, like yourself," he continued. "I have no intention of harming you. I only wish to help."

"One of her small hands reached for her shoulder. Kurama began to prepare himself for an attack. She knew. She knew he wasn't really a full-blooded yoko but only a human host, for one. Shit, he might be in some trouble.

She plucked a rose bud, her gaze shifting to it as it bloomed between her fingers. She was making her rose whip, the fox could tell.

"I'm not like the others, either. I'll fight back if I have to."

Her blank stare flicked back to him, then, and she sat up. Her rose whip hung off the bed, the thorns shining in the light.

Kurama took a step away from the table. "It's not poisoned. No one here has the intent to cause you harm. You were very weak when they found you, and they want to help."

She still didn't respond. She blinked and looked toward the food on the table. He could hear her stomach growling slightly. She wanted it, but she was too paranoid to trust the people in Reikai. "Do you want me to eat first?" he asked. Bet no one tried that one. "That way, you know that it won't hurt you. We're the good guys."

He felt like he was trying to prevent a teen suicide. But how else was he supposed to speak? He didn't know her level of intelligence, even if she was very old. Insane people were nothing to play with. Especially when they could attack and kill with the drop of a hat. "Or, you can tell me what you do want. Koenma can get you anything you'd like to eat."

She didn't respond at all. She was more like a porcelain doll than a living apparition. She was very pale, and her posture was damn near perfect. There was no emotion on her face or in her eyes. Kurama really was unsure about the whole situation.

She stood suddenly, scaring him out of his thoughts. Her eyes were on him again, and she was walking towards him, with her whip dragging behind her. The demon's movements were fluid and graceful, but not at all relaxed. She was tense.

Her approach was slow, and she made no move to attack. Something in her eyes told him that she wasn't afraid. At least, she wasn't afraid of him.

"You know who I am, don't you?" he asked. "You know the demon I hold inside, Yoko Kurama."

she opened her pale pink lips, but only barely. Not a word escaped from her mouth. Blnk gold orbs met his cautious emerald ones.

The whip fell to the floor, turning back into a rose in almost an instant. His whip did not do that. What exactly was she?

"Are you willing to eat now?" he asked. "That wasn't so hard." If normal conversation was what she'd wanted, then he would have no problems with her from now on. But first he'd have to get her to talk back, of course.

She held out a hand, where a strange orange flower was blooming in her palm. He took a step forward.

"I can't promise I won't hurt you when I do this," he warned. It was only right that he did at least that. "They brought me here to extract the plants from your body."

He touched her hand. She was cold, but her skin was soft and smoother than anything he'd ever felt. She didn't flinch, but there was an air of innocence when she raised her face to look at him.

This illusion plant had rooted deep. He was going to hurt her, and it pained him to know it. "I'm sorry," he said.