"Kurama! Look out!" Shouted Hiei. Kurama turned around to see giant claws reaching for his face. He dodged, and sent his whip across the masked man's back. Hiei pulled out his katana, and prepared to finish the job. But before he could, the same claws that went after Kurama went straight into his back. Kurama waited for the image to fade, waited for Hiei to appear behind the man and slit his throat, but it never happened. Kurama watched with fear as his best friend fell bleeding to the ground.

"Hiei!" Kurama's eyes flew open. As his eyes adjusted to the dark around him, Kurama realized that he was in his room. Breathing heavily, he flipped over and checked the clock. 1:15 a. m. He had had another nightmare. Well, not really another one. For the past three nights, Kurama had been having the same nightmare. It would pick up from where it last left off, making it seem like an odd horror movie. So far, the masked man had killed Yuske, Kuwabara, and now it seemed as if Hiei was next on his hit list. Am I going insane? Kurama thought worriedly. He checked the clock again. 1:27. Not knowing what else to do, Kurama rolled over and fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next evening, Kurama was silently doing his homework when a soft tapping interrupted his thoughts. He sighed and opened the window. A soaking wet Hiei jumped in. Kurama chuckled.

"Hiei, what happened to you?" The fire demon shot him a look.

"It's raining, Fox." Hiei growled. Again, Kurama fought back a laugh. He hadn't notice the rain until now.

"So, Hiei, don't tell me you came all this way just to get out of the rain. What's the other reason you decided to drop by?"

"The toddler wants us in his office. He says it's an emergency, and he didn't want to risk sending that girl down here with a video." Hiei paused, and studied Kurama, "What's wrong with you, Fox? You look tired."

"It's nothing, really. But on the subject, are the others coming too?"

"Of course they are. That toddler seems to think that if he calls one of us over he needs to bring the whole group along as well."

"Well, then, there's no time to lose. Let's go." Hiei nodded and the two of them headed for Spirit World.

When they got there, Yuske and Kuwabara were standing around Koenma's desk.

"Hey, Kurama, what took ya so long?" Asked Yuske.

"Just finishing a little homework." Replied Kurama. Koenma sat down in his chair and rubbed his temples.

"Thank you for coming. As I told Hiei, the reason I have called you to my office instead of sending Botan is because there is a force at work that is so powerful it could destroy us with the bat of an eyelash." Koenma said, a grave look coming across his baby-ish face.

"Get on with it." Hiei said.

"There is an evil group of demons called the Black Saints has been discovered. They have been around for ages, but now they are making themselves noticed. The Black Saints have declared war on Spirit world."

"So what?" Asked Yuske, "Why are they so different from all the other demons we've destroyed?"

"Because the Black Saints have been around longer than I have." Kurama said. He himself knew about the Black Saints. They were infamously popular around Demon World. "And if they really have declared war on Spirit World, we could be in for the roughest mission of our lives." That answer seemed to satisfy Yuske.

"So, when does this whole thing start?" Asked Kuwabara.

"Right now. Go back to Human World, get some rest, and keep an eye out for any thing suspicious. The most I can do for you right now is to wish you good luck."

The rain was still pouring down when Kurama went back to Human World.

"Hiei, it doesn't look like this rain will be letting off any time soon. Care to stay at my house until things calm down a little?" (A/N: As suggestive as that sentence may have sounded to you, this story is NOT shonenai. If you are not happy with the content of this story, may I suggest you GET OUT OF HERE. I am not going to dance around trying to please those of you who think Hiei and Kurama are gay.)

"Whatever, Fox." Was the reply. Kurama stared up at the sky, silently hoping that his dream would not continue tonight.