BMK: Here's the fic I was talking about! YEAH! I hope you all enjoy, so read and review! About the title: I really had no idea what to call it, so if you have a nice title, you will get credit for it. I'll probably be asking for other things alomg the way, so just answer if you can!

Buried Secrets

Summary: Kori's a murderer who works alone, but when Yoko saves her life, she joins him and the band of thieves. But she never expected to be thrown into thier world as just "one of the guys" and they never expected to see a wild kitsune who will change everything. Most of all, they never meant to fall in love. "It's funny how they fight and argue now. But you can see them years from now being mates."

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Chapter One: A Kitsune

If it was truly her time to go than she would. Yeah. Right. To that kitsune it was all bull shit. She had already escaped death. Why couldn't she do it again?

Then again, death had been looking like quite a good option, lately. But not by the hand of some stupid ass bounty hunters.

She continued her running, as bits of blood splattered the ground. That is until she was knocked to the ground. Entirely to tired to get up, she laid motionless as a heavy foot slammed into her back.

"Well, well, well... It's about time," came a male's voice.

"This is not a big feat," she stated. "I've seen much better."

"Shut up, ya damn bitch," came another voice.

She was repeatedly hit with an amazing amout of energy, but she still had enough energy left, if she included her life evergy with her youkai.

She managed to move her arm up and reach into her hair. "Time to die," other voices stated. She felt the amout of energy that was in the air.

She took out a seed from her and fed all of her energy into it. "Kieuseru," she managed. The plant sprouted twenty feet in the air, yellow petals bloomed to reveal a giant mouth, with large fangs.

She felt completley numb as she drifted off, and ignored the screams of the bounty hunters as they were devoured and spit out there bones.

"Hey, Yoko! Where do you think your going?" one of the many demons in the band asked.

"Out," the silver kitsune replied. He needed to get away from that girl that one of the men had brought back. She kept drooling over everyone. And was trying to climb higher than she should go.

The scent of fresh blood hit his nose after thirty minutes. It was thick in the air. And he couldn't help but follow it. He tried to sense whatever the hell it was, but the energy was disappearing and fast.

At first when Yoko stepped into the clearing, all he saw was the Kosshishokubutsu retiring back into the seed. "That must have been painful," he commented.

The kitsune was laying in a pool of blood. Yoko rolled her over onto her back and kept his hand under her head. He could now tell that not all of the blood was hers, but alot of it was and she had lost more than she should have. Yoko bent over and rested his ear on her heart. It took a few minutes, but he heard it, the faint sound of a beating heart.

Yoko picked her up as best as he could without furthuring her injuries and ran back to the hideout.

No one was there when Yoko returned with the girl. So there were no irritating questions to answer. Thank Inari.

He washed, bandaged, and redressed the kitsune. But she made no movement or sound.

Whoever she was, Yoko thought she was beautiful. She had the palest skin and a slight muscle build, tall around six foot three or so, skinny, the longest blonde hair he had ever seen, and silky black ears and a tail. He just didn't know the color of her eyes. But she looked familiar.

But then dark blue eyes blinked slowly as the kitsune tried to comprehend where she were.

"Well, your finally awake," someone murrmurred. She jerked her head around to see the gold eyes of a kitsune staring straight into hers. He had silver hair, and silver ears and a tail. 'The silver kitsune,' she thought.

"Where the hell am I?" she asked, going into a sitting position, ignorning her screaming body, which had just been very comfortable. Then rubbed her head.

"In a bed," he stated, sitting down next to her.

"Yeah, I think I know I'm in a bed."

"What's your name?" he asked. He couldn't help, but reach over and tugging on a piece of her hair and then wrapped it around his fingers. So familiar, so beautiful...

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" the kitsune asked and slapped his hand away. That's when she noticed the fact that she had bandages over and she wasn't wearing her clothes. As far as she knew she didn't wear men's clothes. "Did you... Did you take OFF my CLOTHES?"

"I think I was playing with your hair," Yoko stated. "And yes I took off your clothes, to bandage you. You needed new clothes anyone."

"YOU WHAT?" she screeched. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

"I think I'm Yoko. On the same topic, who are you?" he asked.

Her eyes closed. Yoko? Hmmmmm... Where had she heard that name before? Yoko, Yoko, Yoko... Damnit her brain wasn't working right. "Yoko... As in the king of thieves?"

He blinked. "I'm honored that you ave hear of me, but can you tell me your damn name, for Inari's sake?"

"None of your business," she stated. She made a move to get up, but wound up falling back down.

"Relax, Kit," Yoko said. "Your wounds haven't healed yet and some of your bones have been broken. You don't want to reopen your wounds. I'm surprised you even made it this far."

"Did you just call me 'Kit'?" she asked, her fangs coming out slightly.

"Well, you wouldn't tell me your name, so I'm giving you one," Yoko stated. "I fell that Kit really suits you."

"I'm not a kit," she snapped.

"I'm not saying you are," he replied. "You're just younger than me and you're acting like one, therfore you can be called Kit."

She let out a low growl, but he just shook his head.

"Get some rest, Kit. You'll need it." Yoko got up and walked towards the door.

"Kori," she said quietly.

"What?" he asked, looking up.

"My name..." she said "...is Kori."

BMK: Some things to know.

(1) Kieuseru is the Japanese word for die.

(2) Kosshishokubutsu is two Japanaese word, kosshi and shokubutsu, put together. They mean bones plant. I gave it this name because the plant spits the bones back up after its done. Charming, isn't it?

BMK: (Again) Just redoing some things I screwed up. Don't worry, its exactley the same except for slight changes in words. IT really doesn't matter, but I noticed I did something wrong and I am an obsessive compulsive sometimes. (Jan. 14, 2007)