Twelve hours later-

It was barely morning when Kurama's private jet set down on an privately owned patch of land in Kentucky that had a small airport built on it. And after getting his things, he made his way down the steps to a waiting car. A slight breeze catching his hair and moving it.

Ah, he could smell the wildness of this land. And had even decided that for a time, he would call it home which was why he had bought such a huge piece of property up in the mountains. He needed the hundred and fifty miles of space for both privacy and to be himself. And he felt that his home should reflect this as much as the land. Which was why before the purchase of the land had gone through, he had visited the US several times to search for just the right place and had finally found it on his third trip.

Some of the smaller mountains in Kentucky had breathtaking scenery, lots of land to run free on if he felt the need to do so. Yet they weren't so very far from civilization that he didn't have a few nieghbors. He did. Several elderly couple.

Three he believed unless his information on them had been wrong.

And he wasn't aversed to having such nieghbors. As long as they weren't young women who simpered, drooled and coped a damn feel! Honestly, sometimes he wished he could find a nice girl like his mother had pleaded with him too for so long and just settle down. But so far there was no human he was interested in.

Stiffling a small yawn and secretly thanking his unique ability to thinking ahead, he thought about the empty king sized bed in his new home and let himself smirk a little. Say what one would about him, but he always knew what he was doing.

He drove for the better part of two in a half hours, stopping only once at a convience store where he got gas for his car, grabbed a large coffee and a few food stuffs to last him until he went into town again either later that day or the next. And then hit the road again.

This time he drove a good fifteen minutes until reaching the turn off that led to his mountain home. Passing several houses as he did. Curiously, his eyes straed from the road every so often to take note of various things about his nieghbor's homes, the state of their vehicles and such. But the further in he got he noted that there was a small rundown shack of a place to his left and like the other places, let his eyes wander for a moment only to feel himself freeze up for a second as he got a good look at the yard.

Why whoever lived in that shack must love flowers as much as he did. The damn things were everywhere! Roses of every size and color, daisies, sun flowers, cosmos, beautiful big peonies, magnolia trees, different speices and colored lilies, hydrangea's, snowballs, snap dragons a multitude of wild flowers- Why the list was endless! And with that brief glance Kurama also almost plowed his car right into the big ditch that he'd missed on his right side.

He managed to swerve and miss doing so at the very last second, but that isn't the point.

He'd almost wrecked his car just now. Which only proved to him just how interested he suddenly was in whoever lived in the shack with the flowers. If he thought back on the information he'd gathered on his nieghbors...then the person living in the shack-like house was seventy five year old Helen Ann Mae's, a widow of almost thirty years and former cafe owner. She now spent her days quietly at home where she made money from her hobby of making herbal teas, lotions, perfumes, and flower arranging.

Hn. She must keep herself so busy out of boredom. Kurama thought in as he made a mental note to visit her soon for some herbal tea and perhaps a colone scent that wouldn't attract every woman in the tri state area. Yeah, that sounded like a plan. He thought, smiling to himself as he restarted his treck up the mountain not knowing that he was being watched from inside of the shack by curious/concerned violet eyes.

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The moment the car started moving again, Kay slipped her fingers from the blinds and let out a small, relieved puff of air as she set the phone down and moved away from the window stiffling a yawn behind her hand.

She'd been sound asleep after her insomnia had finally let up until almost ten minutes ago when she had gotten out of bed to grab something to eat from the kitchen and had been in the middle of making a sandwhich when she'd heard the screetching of brakes and had moved to the window to see what was going on since the sound had sounded too damn close for comfort. And had found a spotless black BMW sitting out in the middle of the road and had frowned and wondered what was wrong.

However when the vehicle hadn't started moving right away she had begun to grow concerned that something may be wrong and had quickly moved to the livingroom and grabbed the phone and then returned to the nearest window to watch. Promising that if the car didn't move in the next minute or so then she would go out and see what the problem was.

Thankfully, she hadn't had to go outside or call 911. She'd had enough of being helpless and watching people die. In fact her grandmother Helen had been the last straw thank you very much. Despite what the rest of her family may think, she had given up far more than should have been necessary just so that she could move in and take care of her grandmother.

After all she had still been in high school when the woman had first gotten ill and shortly after...she'd had to quite school because her grandmother had fallen in the shower and broken her hip and hit her head. The doctors and such had stated that her grandmother would heal, and that the blow to her head might not even hurt her.

And for a while it hadn't been obvious that it had. But when you come home from you're part time job and find you're home on fire and your grandmother acting like the first cave person to discover fire- well, you knew shit was about to get bad. The question was, how bad would it get?

The answer- She'd had to give up her job and had spent the next three years forcing food, medicine, and liquid on her grandmother until the woman's body was so weak she could no longer move or speak. She could no longer awknowledge her presence in the room. Her body no longer hungered or thirsted. And in the end...she had gone so painfully slow that Kay had almost had a nervous breakdown from the stress of it all.

And at the funeral, oh god, don't even get her started on that bullshit.

Everyone had known that she had been taking care of Helen and hadn't bothered to raise a hand to help until the day she practically died. And though her parents had told her not to pay any attention to the bastards- it had hurt her when they had turned on her like the vultures they were. Blaming her for Helen's death instead of thanking her for all her time and efforts.

After all, she hadn't completed her education and had lost her job and original home because everyone was too dumb to help out. The only people in her eyes who had a ligit excuse for not helping out with Helen were her parents and the both of them were doctors who were on call 24/7.

Still it sucked to be twenty one and not have anything to show for it.

But god bless her grandma, Helen must have known something like this would happen because she had taken the time to teach Kay all about flower arranging, making perfumes and herbal teas (which she apparently had an affinity for) and had even left her the rundown old house to live in since it wasn't likely she'd get her former home back.

Yawning again and deciding that she was no longer hungry, she cleaned up her mess and dumped the half sandwhich she'd made in the garbage and then took a moment to stretch as she made her way back down the hallway to her bedroom. She had at least three or so hours left before she had to open shop and she intended to be fresh as a daisy even if it frigging killed her.