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A.N. I just realized while writing this chapter that there is going to be yaoi in this story, at least I think there is, it's still possible to change, do let me know what you think, and what couples you each like the most whether it's yaoi or not! Thank you for all of your feedback!

Chapter 11:

Yusuke couldn't believe his ears. The demon lord felt his anger rise the more that his foxy friend talked. Helped along by the pulse that slammed through his body every couple of moments. His control slipped more and more with each passing word.

Who the HELL did this human scum think he was? Kurama had difficulty talking Yusuke out of going to the encampment himself and kicking the dark lord's ass right then and there. The main problem with that was Voldemort was not in the camp. That was not a problem Yusuke thought. he would just find him and pummel him into the ground. Easy peasy.

"Yusuke! You can't! We have to do this right! You'll blow my cover, we don't know enough! You have to tell Hiei and Koenma what is going on here!" were just a few of his less painful arguments.

Yusuke did not understand this under cover shit. He did not see why he just couldn't go in and blow this creep away.

After the main information was given Kurama started in on the rumors.

"There are whispers of so many things in the camp, the strangest one would be that there is apparently a prophecy that involves the dark lord and the Potter boy, something about Harry being the only one who can kill this disgusting human, and if that's true than you wouldn't have any luck wiping him off the face of the earth anyways, the few prophecies that I have heard of have been deep magic and fairly unbreakable, if you can have Hiei back up this information, it could be necessary in the future to train the child to fight properly if he's going up against the hordes of the makai before he can reach this dark lord. Another thing that may or may not be of little importance, though I don't want to take any chances, one of the wolf kin, the demons who captured and brought in the koorime," here a deep growl, one that would have been silent to a human's ears, but vibrated the air particles around him, escaped from Yusuke, "seems to be against helping Voldemort, I will keep an eye on her, see if I can't recruit her to our cause, and maybe find more who were pawned into this war." Yusuke's eyes were unfocused and angry, red swirling though the chocolate brown. "Did you get all of that? My Lord?"

His gaze snapped back to Kurama and he nodded curtly, then disappeared from Kurama's sight, apparently too agitated to stay there without losing control completely. Kurama sighed, cringing as another pulse ripped through him. He needed a break. So he called on Shuichi, who had taken to hiding in a back corner of Youko's mind, whispering math equations and quoting classic literature to himself to remain present. Youko reached out, pleadingly almost, to the human with in him, Shuichi pushed him away, saying apologetically that he had to concentrate on something so benignly human to keep sane. Youko groaned, but as long as Shuichi was still present…

BREAK

Yusuke was running, pumping his legs and pushing himself as fast as he could go. Trying to siphon off some of this unwanted energy, unwanted bloodlust, helped partially along by the nagging pulse that weakened the further he traveled away from Kurama, from his friend who was on the edge of a knife, in the most dangerous situation out of the three of them. But Kurama was right, he had to tell Hiei about this and then probably fight the short demon to keep him in his cover as well. Yusuke didn't know how hard he was going to try either, despite all the many things that Kurama had said, despite the logic of his arguments, Yusuke was still not totally convinced that helping Hiei track down the dark lard and torturing him to death wasn't the best choice here.

Yusuke groaned as the pulse completely disappeared and a different type of pulsing pain began its steady thrum through his head.

This undercover stuff, this hole entire mission, was just not to his liking at all, and he thought longingly, of the days where all he had to do, all that was expected of him, was to be the best at kicking demon butt.

Yusuke just hoped that at the end of this mission, this man was definitely dead, and stayed dead, and that Koenma would assign the proper punishment. Or that Yusuke was allowed to administer it himself.

BREAK

Kurama felt as if he wasn't doing enough. He understood that there was not much he could do with the dark lord outside of the demon encampment but he still felt as if he should be doing something more. The fox was getting restless.

But trying to buddy up to a suspicious arrogant snake demon was about as easy as banging his head into a brick wall. Except less pleasant. Anytime Kurama tried to strike up a decent conversation with the repulsive creature would narrow his yellow eyes, and not reply, or would turn the conversation to darker corners.

When that happened and Kurama had simply had enough he would make up an excuse to get away.

But the snake had started to notice this. Becoming more suspicious of Kurama, so instead of strengthening his cover he was weakening it.

Desperate and on edge because of the pulse which drove his humanity farther and farther away, he snapped.

It happened while walking through the tents that littered the landscape randomly, aimlessly shuffling daring to hope that perhaps he would receive a scrap of new information. Something to peak his interest in some way.

Instead of gaining something useful, what he received was a scaly shoulder slamming into his. Almost knocking him to the grimy ground. A savage snarl escaped from past Kurama's lips without him meaning it too, at the large demon who had very rudely bumped into him.

"You got a problem?" he growled out in something that could barely pass as a voice, it was so mangled.

Kurama was just going to let it pass, was just going to walk away because after all he was undercover and the more attention he brought upon himself the more likely his cover was to be broken. But the bloodlust pulsed through him and rationality was pushed to the back of his mind, next to Shuichi Minamino, and, not even bothering to use his immense stores of youki, he simply punched the demon squarely in the face. He felt raw satisfaction as the demon's already misshapen nose cracked under his fist. A smile split the fox's face as he took the falling demon's hand in his own and threw him over his shoulder, flicking his wrist just so at just the right time, the demon screamed as his armed snapped. Blood spurting from the open gash that the bone had ripped through. Kurama fell back, giving the other time to grasp at his incoherent rage so that Kurama might actually get some entertainment out of this fight. Distantly he realized that a crowd had gathered and was cheering and jeering and whistling and all in all just calling for blood. The pulse was louder in his ears than it had ever been before, faster, and Kurama had a moment where he could not tell if the pulsing was of his own heart or not.

The scaly demon threw a lumbering punch in the fox's direction, who dodged it easily and planted a sharp knee into the brutes gut, forcing the air from his lungs, red marred Kurama's pale face as blood was spat out. Pleased with his work but not finished Kurama continued his assault, not aware that more eyes had joined the spectators. Not knowing that the demons around him were bowing and shifting away from a small group of humans that had arrived. Youko did not know who watched him fight, nor at the time did he care very much. Nor could he control himself, or stop.

Finally the demon lay dead in a pile of it's own blood, barely a drop had landed on Kurama's clothes. The fox stood over his kill bloodlust still pounding in his ears.

"Nagato." This simple name, coming forth from a lipless mouth, brought Kurama crashing down back to his senses, though it took him a moment or two to realize that the name referred to himself.

"My lord," he said kneeling down, trying to wipe his bloodied hands on his white garments, as if it could wipe away his crime, fighting against the pulse, fighting to bring back the human within him, to bring back his mission.

"Nagato, follow me," Kurama cursed himself as he stiffly stood back up and followed the snake-like man through the camp. Trying to avoid the eyes of the demons he passed who were staring open mouthed at him.

Trying to get back into the groove of his cover identity before his mission fell down around his ears. Expecting the worse of his current situation.

He cast sidelong glances at the other humans who accompanied Voldemort. They were an odd assortment to be sure. An extremely pockmarked man, a gorilla like man, a short man who stood hunched over, and walked with a limp, and a tall man with silver blonde hair that could rival Youko's own. Kurama studied these men and tried not to openly stare at the beautiful man who stood out so horribly from the rest of the lineup.

Kurama started as he noticed a large snake slithering along beside them. It circled ahead, rising up to meet a certain demon.

They passed the snake demon who smiled a sickly sweet smile at Kurama, pet the large snake as it greeted him, bowed deeply to Voldemort, and joined the procession heading for the large tent in the middle of the camp ground. The tent that Kurama had been trying, unsuccessfully, to infiltrate.

Good news though, now he was getting in! But at what price?

The pulse was gaining strength once again, but not because of Kurama's slip in control this time, with every step he took towards the tent that acted as headquarters for this fucked up little army it grew louder, as if it were a real heartbeat. They entered the tent, pulling aside the humble animal skin flap that acted as the entrance, just like all the other tents in the camp ground. Kurama felt like Yusuke as he fought against the whistle that grew behind his lips. Dark green tapestries hung down over what seemed to be stone walls, depicting snakes and dragons in epic battles. They had walked into what had seemed to be an entrance hall, there was a wide stair case leading up to a second, third, and fourth floor even on the left. To the right a dim hallway led away, there was one heavily armored door at the very end of it. Kurama however had no time to wonder at these strange things, and just wrote it off for the time being as weird wizarding quarks that had to do with magic and spells, and thus not his field. There was a strange man sitting on the couch, Kurama could not quite tell what this man was exactly, he was not a demon, but definitely not a human either. His attention was brought back to the center of things as Voldemort situated himself in the middle of the room quite comfortably in a large plush chair, with silver snakes, once again, engraved into its surface. The giant snake circled this throne before settling down in a heap of scales at Voldemort's feet, eyes gleaming out at the all. The uncertain light in the room cast wavering shadows across the walls and all who stood within. Kurama quickly dropped to one knee before the dark lord, avoiding the snake's eyes as best as he could. He situated himself, his own heartbeat matching the pulse.

The silence was heavy in the room, and Kurama had the strongest urge to just assassinate the scumbag and be done with the hated psycho. No one dared to speak before the dark lord did and however badly Kurama's fight then flight instincts were screaming at him he refused to budge a muscle, until…

"Nagato, was it?"

"Yes sir!" Kurama answered swiftly, trying to hunch his shoulders more to look like a proper cowering minion. The fox could practically feel the smug victorious look the snake demon had, he was practically radiating with success.

"Why, Nagato, did you feel it necessary to kill that demon, that demon who was a part of MY army?"

Kurama cringed. "You don't need weaklings like that in your army my lord," he ventured.

"You did not answer my question."

Thinking quickly, one of Kurma's many talents, he wondered what the best answer, the one that would not get him killed, would be. He decided, surprisingly, on the truth. "Because my lord, the low class thought he could treat me with disrespect, I thought to teach him a lesson and got carried away." Silence reigned supreme within that space. Turning it into a vacuum, until a small hissing laugh escaped from between Voldemort's thin lips.

"I see, it's always good to know when one's allies are ruthless, I had been thinking, thanks to certain information fed to me," a small almost imperceptible glance was shot at Slade, "that perhaps you would not be up to the task of going to war. I am… glad that my confidence has been reinstated." Kurama struggled with his smirk as he imagined Slade's slipping off his face at this comment.

Kurama lowerd his head farther, "My Lord." Voldemort turned to the humans that stood at attention around him, "now you see the type of raw power I have at my fingertips," he gestured lazily towards the fox demon.

"My lord," Slade interjected, "not that you have forgotten my lord, but the ice maidens have arrived, and await your inspection."

Voldemort shifted as the humans began whispering lightly, and the mangy creature that was not a human but also not a demon spoke up, "their smell hurts my nose, but they look delicious."

Only Greyback heard Kurama's growl and he sent a chilling smile towards the demon, "You don't think so fox boy?"

Every pair of eyes in the room settled on Kurama, one red pair particularly weighed heavily. Kurama stifled the next growl that wanted to be heard and resisted the urge to throttle the disgusting man.

"Answer him Nagato," the order came as a whisper.

"Though their smell stings, my nose, it is not unpleasant; refreshing actually, brings back memories from the demon realms, whenever the wind blew right …"

"Well then, it will please you to join us in the inspection." Without waiting for a response, he swept out of the tent, leaving his minions to scurry after him.

Slade fell into step with Kurama, who did his best to ignore the snake demon. Kurama felt the suspicious glare radiating from the other and Nagato rolled his eyes drawing an annoyed hiss from Slade. The humans walked apart from them, keeping their wands out and at the ready. Their eyes were shifty.

The air around them grew chill as they neared the koorime prison. And Kurama watched the others stop and gaze upon the multitude of blue haired demonesses in awe. The werewolf even paused, scrunching his nose up. Voldemort was the only one among them who did not stop. He continued on and as he neared them, the girls shrank back from his ominous form. He stopped to talk with the wolf on guard, one Kurama did not recognize though he still wanted to hang back.

"What's wrong?" Slade simpered, his cunning eyes glancing back over his shoulder as Kurama slowed.

Nagato scoffed, "course not," and he sped up once again as they entered the koorime encampment. The girls both cowered from them and surged forward with pleas and cries of mercy, until Voldemort pointed his wand nonchalantly at the girl at his feet.

"Crucio."

Slade picked another one up by the hair while the other one's screams rang cold and clear through the air. Kurama flinched, he wanted to stop this. He wanted to kill these sick creatures. But Voldemort was looking at him, his red eyes piercing. So, as a hopeful child with large blue eyes swimming with tears and dirt smudged across her nose and cheeks reached for Kurama, holding her arms up in a silent plea, Kurama kicked her to the ground, trying hard to hitch up a sneer onto his face and placing his boot over her tear streaked face, spitting out a loathsome "you dare try to touch me?" he looked up slightly, to see if Voldemort had seen this display of aggression and had approved, but it was not only the dark lord who was looking him. Golden eyes to match his own shown out from under a black fringe, a strange look passed over her face as she watched him.