Yes, I'm back, with yet another distraction from my other stories. I've gone on a Kuronue craze these last couple weeks, and it's drivin' me nuts. I have to get it out so I can start thinking about my other fics again! I've read other fics about him, but since there are so many descriptions of his character, and so little concreted in the show, I've said skee-roo it! I'll write him my way! As for the title, blame Mark Morrison. I've heard that song "Return of the Mack" a million times here lately so it stuck with me LOL

Summary: Ever wonder who told Kurama about that little transfer-your-soul-into-another-body trick in the first place? Well, he wasn't the only one that tried it out! Can't tell you anything else without spoiling the story!

This first chapter is a dramatic introduction, but it will lighten up as the story goes. My readers know by now that it is physically impossible for me to write a story without some humor to it.

I tell you now, there will not be any yaoi in this fic. No disrespect to those who like it, but I just can't write them. As for if there will be pairings later, who knows? I'm considering something that is not really what you would call a pairing, exactly, but more of a love/hate/lust kinda deal with one of the girls, but I haven't made up my mind yet.

I own nothing. Enjoy!


"I need it!" Kuronue shouted, running back for his pendant. Kurama watched his friend growing further away. Then, all went black.

He was now standing on a high cliff, his partner, beside him. They were both younger. Yoko's hair was only a little ways past his shoulders. Kuronue's fell to about the middle of his back. It hung loose, and blew every which way when the breeze caught it, as did Yoko's. Kurama remembered how long ago that had been, before he had started gathering it in that ponytail.

"One day, we'll own this place." Yoko nodded. A silent agreement with his partner. His best friend. They were already starting to be feared by the other apparitions. "Which half do you want, Yoko?"

"Which half has the most wealth?"

Kuronue chuckled. "You can have the gold if I get the good-looking women." This got a smile and a small laugh from Yoko, something that became much rarer in their later years.

"Do you ever think of anything other than females?"

"Course. Wealth, power, fighting, killing, and mating with the females." He flashed a grin, and Yoko did the same. He shook his head, still smiling.

"You're hopeless," he laughed.

"Then you're hopeless. You're stuck with me, friend."

"Don't remind me," Yoko said, faking a growl in his voice. "How did I get stuck with you, anyway?"

"Every wealthy man in Makai fears Kuronue and Yoko. It just wouldn't be right if it was just Kuronue."

"Just Kuronue?"

The bat cast him a sly smile. It was the kind of look a brother would give in a playful, sibling argument. "Yeah. Just Kuronue. You wouldn't last a day without me."

"Is that so?" Yoko reached over his shoulder, now returning Kuronue's sly gaze. Soon, they were engulfed in a sparring match, neither of them really trying to win. They were more concerned with wounding the other's pride. Just like brothers, when one of them got a little too cocky, it was the other's right to knock him down a notch or two.

Just like brothers…

Suddenly, Kurama was back in a familiar forest. Familiar, no matter how hard he tried to forget it. A second after he realized where he was, he saw something red. It was shooting out in a river in front of his best friend.

Blood.

"KURONUE!"

"Forget about me and run, Kurama!"

"KURONUE!" Suichi yelled, reaching his hand out into the darkness. As his labored breathing started to slow, he took in his surroundings. He was sitting straight up in his bed. He felt moisture around his eyes, and pulled his outstretched hand closer to wipe them.

"Suichi?" his mother's voice called from the hall. She knocked on his door, and spoke again, this time a little more concerned. "Suichi, dear? Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Mother," he called back.

"I heard you yelling. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes. I'm fine. Just a bad dream. I watched a horror film just before time for bed. I suppose I shouldn't have done so." He hoped she would accept that answer and return to bed. He didn't want her to see him like this. He was covered in a cold sweat, still breathing harshly, and he could feel himself trembling.

"If you're sure. If you need anything, dear, anything at all, just tell me, alright?"

"Yes, Mother, but I promise you, I'm fine now. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Suichi." With that, he heard her footsteps leading away from his door. He collapsed back onto his pillow.

'That dream. The same one, three times this week. Why?'


Review time! I know there hasn't been any excitement yet, but what do you think so far? I hope I get a few, just to let me know if you guys are liking the idea. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: to me, reading the reviews is better than writing the fics.