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Chapter 2

The Truth is Unspoken

"You should have told me."

At this rate she will never get to do what she wanted. She could almost hear her shower calling her name. Her bed was whispering sweet nothings into her weary ears. She wanted to cry from frustration. And to top it off she was having a lasting battle against fatigue.

"I know."

"Then why didn't you?!" He shouted at her, not breaking his pacing strides.

She laid on her cozy couch, placing one of the couch's many cotton throw pillows behind her head. This was as close to comfortable as she was going to get for a long while. He had a tendency to rant for long hours. She was too tired to care if he was mad. He should at least understand that extreme exhaustion comes with the territory of her condition. She glared from the corner of her eyes. Men. They expects so much from you and you get nothing in return.

Gradually, she started to dose off. She knew she should listen to his lecture, he meant well, but her lids where becoming far too heavy for her to hold.

"Botan!"

She flinched at her name. "Please, Lord Koenma," she begged, "I'm so tired!" Tears flowed freely from her closed eyes. She was so stressed and there was nothing she could do. His yelling wasn't helping anybody, it only aided in stressing her farther! Everything was moving just to fast for her to keep up. Her body went limp against the cushions to exaggerate her point.

A defeated sigh escaped his lips. He stood a good distance away from her for a long time, just in a state of wonder. Just as Botan was about to reach her dream state, she heard his heavy steps coming closer to her. Though her hers were practically glued shut she some how managed to opened her eyes into small slits to see what he was up to.

Even from this distance with her eyes practically closed she could clearly see his over all worn out posture. They both looked wore down. Tired eyes swam in broken blood vessels, purple bags started at the bridge of their noses and slid all the way down to their cheeks, their once vibrant skins sat pale and dead.

What happened to them?

She was once the soul of their world, he the heart. They may have had underrated job, but they were happy. She would wake up every morning with a cheer; she helped lost souls find their place in their after world. After hours she would party with her friends and co-workers, for a job well done. Often until early morning, in human world standards, then start the process all over again.

Even after being promoted to assistant manager of the Rekai Tantei everything still remained joyful. She was helping to protect the worlds from being obliterated by evil. Yes, this job was a little more life threatening, but when the bad guy was defeated and everyone was safe and sound it was exhilarating. She met new people in this line of work, demons, humans, and spirits alike. Most importantly, she learned new things everyday.

She found that true love really existed when her two friends got married; sure it wasn't the traditional of true loves, what with all the yelling and violence, but anything more would have made it seem fake. They faced the sacrifice of having a normal relationship when he first died. Yet they never drifted apart, even when his job was relentless with cases.

She came to realize that not all demons were cold-blooded and evil when she met the stunning red head. He cared for a human mother, when many would have just settled with slaughtering her and countless others, he stayed by her side. Even with the constant burden of a human family and life he still protected what was his and would do so even if it required him to forfeit his own life.

She was warmed by the devotion the only human in their group gave to save those he cared about. His love went far past the group. His love for animals caused him to throw his pride away and beg for his cat to be spared, and the love he faced with a beautiful demon caused him to run blindly into a black market war-zone to save her. What kind of blood that coursed through her veins meant nothing to him, only that he was in love the minute he laid his eyes on her.

The fear she felt when she first met the dark and unpredictable ex-convict caused deep unrest within her. He was fast, short-tempered, and insanely powerful. She feared him…at first. Then she gathered bits and pieces of his past from incomplete or short files and information from his determined unknowing sister and found him to be misunderstood, even to himself. Anyone would have been the same way if they were striped of any and all love and care. She couldn't find herself pinning any blame on him.

She loved everyone in her miss matched group. Everyone she knew closely was her family.

But now she was in a predicament that was testing her faith in them.

She trusted them completely and she knew they felt the same way. She just couldn't find herself going to them and telling her situation to them, at least not yet. She just wasn't ready to accept it. Even though there was no going back now.

She sighed in annoyance at her pitiful excuse. The next time she saw them she will explain herself.

It's been months since she last saw them. There was no reason to delay this any farther, they will help her in the best ways they can.

As Botan ignored his close range, obliviously lost in thought, he ogled her enlarged abdomen. It almost seemed untrue. He had known Botan for years and this scenario never played out in his head.

Koenma lifted an unsteady hand and inched it closer to place it on her stomach. As he made contact a flare of ki responded to his touch. Botan snapped out of her memories and watched as Koenma stared in disbelief. It was now starting to feel real to her. For weeks she felt like she stood in a daze of uncertainty, but now another knew her secret and it was finally sinking in.

He stood there dumbfounded. "Botan…who is the father?" The question brought heart wrenching grief to the beauty before him. She wanted to deny everything, ignore what was growing inside of her. There was no escape, the truth sat there for all to see. Her pathetic attempt to cover it would be nothing more than empty lies.

Tears trailed down her rosy cheeks. Through a strident sob she said the name. "Hiei!"

He would have laughed if the situation wasn't so serious. It sounded unbelievable. Hiei? Having sex? With Botan?!? Impossible to believe, especially when you put those facts into the same sentence. But here she was, carrying someone's child and Botan wasn't known for lying or sleeping around.

She shot up and tackled him to the ground, sobbing onto his shoulder. All he could do was prop himself up on to his elbow and let the girl wail out her frustration on to him. They were on the floor for a good hour before Botan relaxed enough to calm her sobs.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. She helped Koenma up when she got up.

Something was bothering her since he came but she wasn't given a chance to ask.

"How did you find out?" She asked. "I haven't been to work in weeks."

"Well that was one indicator," That was his attempt at a joke. He gave her a forced smile, hoping to at least make her feel like she did nothing wrong, but that was short lived when he held up a Rekai manila folder.

"Botan, We need to talk."

Her heart stopped. On the tab, in large bold letters, was her name. There was no mass to the folder, but a single piece of paper could be seem sticking out of one of the corners. She knew exactly what was written in there on the pearl white sheet.

"You need to leave." Koenma said in a low voice.

They knew.

She shook her head slowly, still in the shock. They knew and were now going to do something about it. What she did was forbidden. What she conceived was taboo. To them it was almost like she had betrayed her world and had given an upper hand to the demon race. Demons who could pose a greater threat now then ever before. Immense spirit, along with demon, energy now coursed through this child's veins. With such power this child could bring the Rekai to it knees. Anyway to contain the demons was a win for the Rekai, no matter who gets in their way.

"I know this maybe a big shock Botan," He stated remorsefully, "but you need to leave as soon as you can, I have a plan all set up for you. I'm going to get you out of this. I won't let them do this, especially to you."

His words fell on deaf ears, she was alarmed. They were coming. It was uncertain when, but the fact that they were coming sent chills down her spine.

She had mixed sacred blood with that of the tainted.

A child of both dark and light? In an isolated world like theirs it was either black or white. Nothing in between, they have been stuck in their clouds for too long and were missing all the wonders the other worlds had to offer. Botan knew the truth. She lived the truth since she had been with the Rekai Tentei. There was no such thing as black and white. There were grey and colors too. Orange, red, blue, purple, turquoise, and so many more. There were shades as well.

To claim that the world worked in only one way would be ignorant. So many equations to a problem, so many answers to a question, so many stories in one life. Who were they to say what was what? How things should work? Who was allowed to have what? Who was allowed to be what? They saw clouds and only clouds.

Ignorance was bliss. For many decades she found herself confused at these words. How could ignorance cause bliss? Wouldn't that person want to find the truth? Didn't one know when they were being ignorant?

It was pretty obvious to know if you were ignorant. The world seemed so perfect in hidden eyes, when you start to create your own reality and kept yourself from knowing if the grass was greener on the other side, you were ignorant.

What Koenma said finally sank in. "I'm ready." she said with a crooked smile. More to herself than the prince. "Please take me away Lord Koenma."

The young man helped the wobbly girl to her bedroom. She gathered all her personal belonging into two suit bags and one back pack, only taking what really mattered and what she could carry. She didn't know if she would have another chance to come back and take the other memories with her.

They both stood at the front door taking in their surroundings for what could be the last time. It will only get harder after this. They both knew what they were up against and the odds weren't looking too good for them. Koenma looked at Botan with a humored smile.

"I get to pick the name."

She stared at him in confusion, then a bight smile plastered her tear stained face. "Okay."

She already had a taste of what the grass would look like in the other side, but she didn't care, she was still going to play in their meadow.

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