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Kurama and Hiei hurried inside to where Kurama had left his mother with the woman that had been attacked. The brunette was half sitting up and pulling Shiori down closer. She only looked about half awake. "H-hotaru… they-they're after… the Glaive," the brunette on the couch whispered as she clung to Shiori's shirt.

Shiori's eyes widened a bit even as she patted the other woman's hand. "It's alright. You've been seriously injured. Just rest now," she said soothingly. "It's all going to be fine."

The brunette looked about ready to protest before falling back to the couch completely and apparently passing out entirely. "Mother?" Kurama asked as he moved closer to the couch where his mother was still tending the strange woman's injuries.

Shiori looked up instantly. "She seems a bit delirious, dear. And she has a fever. Could you make some of that tea that you make? It always helps so much with fevers."

Kurama nodded a little. "Of course, mother," he agreed. He still had his reservations about this woman. Especially after overhearing what she'd just said but he couldn't turn down a request from his mother. If she wanted him to help the woman then he would. He'd just do so cautiously so that he could step in if anything unfortunate were to happen. It helped that Hiei was there to keep an eye on things as well.

Shiori gave Kurama a bit of a smile and then apparently noticed the little fire demon lingering nearby. "Oh! Hello, Hiei, dear. You didn't come over in this horrible storm did you?"

Hiei looked off to the side. "I was fine," he said gruffly. Even after knowing Shiori for nearly as long as he knew Kurama her kindness still made him uncomfortable. Hiei and Kurama exchanged a glance and silently came to an agreement. They wouldn't let their guard down around this strange woman.

His mother was just too nice for her own good. It would get her into trouble if they weren't cautious. Once Kurama had made the tea his mother asked for he set to helping her patch the brunette up. She had a variety of wounds all over, including but hardly limited to burns of some sort. She definitely looked like she had been involved in a rather vicious fight. Luckily, it was nothing that Kurama was unfamiliar with. Hiei kept a very careful watch over the entire scene and more than once Kurama caught the sight of his headband glowing over where his third eye was.

Kurama worried slightly about that. He wasn't sure what Hiei was using his jagan on but it wasn't as if he could ask. He would just have to trust the little demon's judgment.

It took several hours to get the woman fully patched up from her wounds and resting comfortably. Shiori was rather dismayed when they couldn't find any trace of a wallet or ID that she could use to contact someone. "We should call the police… or at least an ambulance," Kurama volunteered. Though he was certain this woman had some sort of connection to his current case he would rather her be kept somewhere other than his living room couch.

"If she doesn't wake up in the morning then we'll call an ambulance," Shiori said as she cleaned up the mess of medical supplies they'd made.

Kurama frowned some at the answer. It wasn't like his mother to delay calling for medical attention. And this was hardly a normal situation. And yet she was putting it off, almost as if she didn't want to get anyone else involved. "Mother, there's no reason for us to care for this woman," he pointed out.

"I know, dear, but she came to us for help. If she wanted to go to a hospital she would have gone to one… or told us to call for an ambulance," Shiori reasoned. Hiei raised an eyebrow at the rationalization but didn't say anything. Maybe he had missed something about human behavior but he thought Shiori was acting oddly. Even for a human. He subtly checked her mind but found no indication that she was being controlled. The short-tempered demon didn't go deeper than that though. He knew better than to invade the privacy of Shiori's mind. Kurama would throw an epic fit if he dared do something like that. "Now, it's getting late. We should all go to bed. Maybe in the morning our guest will wake up and we'll be able to ask her some questions."

Kurama and Hiei exchanged another look but didn't protest. They would just have to keep careful watch to make sure nothing even more unusual happened…

XXX

"Gah! I remember now!" Koenma shouted mid-stamp. He had frozen entirely and his eyes were wide as he stared down at the paper in front of him without really seeing it. The name on the paper was what jogged his memory. Tomoe. That name had caused quite a bit of fuss about eighteen years ago when a girl with that name died and was brought back to life several times. Without Enma's consent. His father had been in a mood for years after that.

"Koenma, sir? What's the matter?" Jorge asked nervously. He didn't like it when Koenma did something unexpected. And freezing mid stamp was not very expected. Usually if he didn't want to work (albeit that was all the time) he would come up with some excuse and run out. Not just come to a screeching stop like he had this time.

Koenma put his stamp down though he had a distinctly worried look on his face. "I remember what I meant to tell the team…" he said slowly. "The Glaive… it's not just a weapon. Rumor is you can use it to resurrect people. If a demon gets his hands on that… who knows what kind of monsters he could bring back to life. Any one of the enemies the team's faced before… or even all of them."

Jorge's eyes widened. "W-what? Surely there's something we can do to stop something like that! Emperor Enma-"

"No!" Koenma snapped. "Even my father can't stop it from resurrecting people. It draws from the Galaxy Cauldron where all life was born. That's what makes it so dangerous! There's only a few powers in the universe than would be able to stop a resurrection like that! And none of those people I know how to contact!" Koenma looked up at Jorge, though the ogre was not comforted by the look in the Junior God's eyes. "Saturn destroys worlds so that they can start over fresh. Usually, after evil gets too strong of a foot hold. Being able to destroy everything and then bring back only who you want… you can remake a whole world like that… however you want it."

"T-the whole world?"

Koenma folded his arms over his chest as he nervously sucked on his pacifier. "Yes… it's a terribly powerful weapon. That's why it was entrusted to Saturn in the first place. The only thing that limit's its power is the power of the one wielding it. In the hands of an ordinary human it's probably hardly special but in the hands of a high class demon… the results would be catastrophic." Koenma felt sweat roll down the side of his face. The very idea of Earth being remade into one of only demons and corrupted humans was downright terrifying. A second Makai that was even harder to contain than the original.

"We need to warn the team!" Jorge said urgently.

Koenma nodded some though he was distracted. Really, there wasn't much that they could do besides what they already were. Trying to find the girl and protect her and her weapon was really their only choice. But, maybe Koenma could do something to help them along. That name of the girl that had died and been resurrected all those times. Gah, what was it? It was Tomoe something. He was sure the surname was Tomoe. But that would only help so much. "You call them in. I've got to go find a file! And call Botan to meet me in the records room!" Koenma said as he jumped off his stool to run towards the records room himself. He knew there was a footnote somewhere about the girl. His father had been too annoyed at the situation to not have noted it somewhere in a file. Even if the girl didn't have a file herself, which Koenma was thinking was highly possible.