Hello everyone! I would like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate!

This chapter would've been longer, but I wanted to give it to you guys as a present, so here it is!

Please enjoy! ^_^

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Kurama awoke to the kind of sunlight that streams through your windows at only 5:15 AM in the morning during the summer. The soft light that isn't quite golden, but it is still beautiful, it is not bleak, merely delicate looking. Looking to her left, She discovered that it actually was 5:15 in the morning, and she felt wonderfully refreshed. Stretching her arms out above her and pointing her toes, then she pulled herself up using her leg weight as momentum, sitting up in the nice, warm bed and continuing to stretch out fully.

She looked around, seeing the room lit with the morning light that came through the several windows in the room. Smiling, she pulled the comfortable blankets off her legs and dressed in the new set of clothes that had appeared on top of the dresser, then looked around for where she had stuck her boots, then finding them by the dresser and tugging them on. She strapped her weapons to each leg, whip on the right, gun on the left, then she walked over to the biggest window and opened it, glad that there wasn't a screen blocking the way outside. Kurama hoisted herself up onto the windowsill and put one foot out on the slanted roof, inching it out slowly.

Then after doing that same and finally dragging the rest of her body out onto the rough shingles. They must have rebuilt a lot of this building, especially since I don't see a normal factory having house shingles on the roof, they usually have huge tin sheets that were nailed all over the top of the factory structure.

After positioning her hands on the roof point, she moved away from the open window, closing it behind her, but not all the way, so that she could get back inside later. Scooting farther along the rooftop, she then went entirely to one side and used her hands and feet to help maneuver herself down the side of the ,roof her toes, bumping on a ridge, then feeling out a little farther, so she dropped down. Chunks of wall had been hacked away, but they didn't look like natural, over the years thing, more like from a fight.

Using the holes in the wall that were able to hold her feet, she climbed down the rest of the tall vertical surface for about one hundred feet or so, her boot clad feet finally hitting the ground with a soft thud.

Looking around, Kurama saw that no one else was around, and hopefully, even out of bed. In the time that it had taken her to climb down the wall, the morning sunlight had strengthened, lighting the landscape that she had seen yesterday.

Trotting out to the middle of the field, yawning at the same time, she spotted the perfect tree to begin her climbing session with. Climbing trees had always calmed her, finding each branch and hoisting herself up, higher and higher until you could only see sky when you looked up. And this amazing tree looked centuries old, the starting tree at the edge of a forest, it must have been the first one here.

All the other ones were a lot smaller in comparison to the one that Kurama had started climbing, reaching only three fourths at most of the height of this colossal tree.

Climbing steadily up through the plentiful amount of branches and leaves, she occasionally glimpsed a spot of bright blue sky, but continued her mission to get to the top of the tree, not resting, and not concentrating on anything else.

After heaving herself over a particularly large branch, she gasped, in awe of the magnificent view laid out before her. She had finally made it to the top, and the reward was the view from around two hundred and fifty feet up in the air. She could feel the breeze her cheeks, and rustle her bright red hair as it swept past.

The sun was just now coming over the forest, darting shafts of light daringly at the rest of the world, taunting as if it were saying 'Do you want me to come up today? Or not?' Scooping her hair behind her neck and tying it into a loose knot, she gave a big sigh and proceeded to voyage her way down the tree, picking out a different path than the one she had taken up.

Finding her way down a little quicker than she did up, she decided to jump the rest of the way down off of a branch around twenty or so feet high on the trunk. Tensing her legs briefly, then she sprang off the branch, using it as a launching board, flipping forwards twice and landing in a crouch, ninja style.

Standing up and walking forward a few paces, she bent over, swiping up a sharp rock that was about five inches long, and trotting in the direction of the forest, breaking into a run when she hit the treeline.

Kurama ran fast, the wind whistling in her ears and attempting to loosen her hair from the makeshift knot she tied it into. Her eyes examined each trunk and leaf, looking for just the right one to suit her purposes. After five minutes or so of running, she stopped. Panting lightly, she eyed the thick trunk in front of her, then looking up into the branches, seeing that there were no leaves and it looked dead enough, she peeled back a layer of bark, then dug a small dent into it.

Looking at the cut, she deemed it dead enough and so she used her sharp rock to dig one big circle into the inner part of the dead tree, then creating one that was medium sized, and another that was small, finally ending with a hole in the dead center, finishing the target. Walking about 100 meters away, she flicked her whip expertly and snagged a rock, then spinning around and using that force to hurl it at the target on the tree.

Repeating the action, Kurama kept on doing it until the entire target was filled up with rocks, all of them stuck into the tree. Re-curling the whip and stuck it back into it's strap on her right, she walked back to the dead tree chock full of rocks, using her bare hands to pluck each sharp rock from the forest floor, throwing them behind her over her shoulder, hearing them plunk down onto the ground, the sound slightly muffled by the grass.

One of the last few rocks was being stubborn. Kurama pulled on it insistently, grasping the pointed edges and sides, attempting to pull it out of the flesh of the deceased tree. "Ow!" Sharply, she drew in her breath, quickly bringing her fingers away from the rock and bringing her finger to her mouth, putting it in and sucking the blood away. Some of the blood had run down her finger and into her palm, pooling in the center of her scrunched up palm before streaming through each crack in the skin.

She quickly took her finger out and licked her palm, wincing at the cool air brushing at the long cut in her finger, it reached down the entire length and into the palm, almost going past the center. Kurama allowed herself a quick curse before licking the whole wound, and carefully keeping her hand spread wide while running back to the wall that she had first come down in the first place.

She unfurled the whip once again, attaching it to a particular part of the ledge far above her that stuck out the most, then using that to help herself up the wall, like a rock climber. Once she had made it back up to the window, she closed it all the way behind her and searched the bathroom for a first aid kit. Finally finding one, she took out bandages and the small bottle of rubbing alcohol, pouring it on the wound and almost shrieking in pain before wrapping it in the thin cotton cloth and securing it.

Now the wound throbbed angrily, and Kurama could feel it pulsing out from her hand. I hope that it doesn't effect my fight tomorrow with Hiei, I would hate to lose just because of this one small injury. She held her hand out in front of her, deeming it crappy, but not wanting to redo it and experience more of the sharp pain.

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I personally find it ironic that I am writing about summer, when it is winter, and where I am, freezing cold with bunches of snow.

Random thoughts:

"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this, ever.

I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

Why do we have history if no one's learning from their past mistakes?

And why do people supersize all of their fast food, then buy a diet soda?

If you have internet connection, a charger, and a laptop, how many hours will you stay in that one spot? And what will make you move from it?

The last one was my question to you, how many hours would you stay there, and what would make you move?

Thank you everyone!