Disclaimers: Do I look like someone who owns YYH?*points at self* No? That's that then.

Sorry for the extremely slow update! My laptop broke down, and I had to get it fixed. And I also cheated on a certain someone…you'll find out in the BTS.

Anyway, let's get on with the show!

Dealing with the press

Since Kurama had fainted, Mishouri had to get him to the hospital.

She hated hospitals. They stunk, and there were these fake cheerful doctors, who only sobered down to say "No, he won't make it" or "We did what we could". Stupid.

And it was even worse having to watch them flocking around her boyfriend like a group of panicked ducks. He had only snapped a bone in the wrong way; why make such a fuss about it?

Mishouri soon found out; he was healing way too fast. By the time they were trying to put a bandage on the open wound, it had already hardened. And by the time he woke up, there were still arguing what to do.

"WOULD YOU IDIOTS SHUT IT FOR A MINUTE?" Mishouri hollered, making most of the doctors and nurses run off in fear. Probably because they had found her and Kurama beside some gigantic hole where a terrific plant that could move had been.

"Mishouri…" Kurama winced. "You don't need to say it so loudly."

"Sorry. I get pissed off very easily in hospitals."

"I see."

"You okay?"

"I can walk." He got up from the bed, staggering a bit, looking a bit pale but otherwise fine.

"Hey, you shouldn't be up! You should be in bed!" one of the nurses bustled in.

Kurama muttered something about being fine and Mishouri glared her down.

"None of your business."

The nurse stuttered and turned red, but she got out of the way.

They exited the hospital with no further ado, and headed for Genkai's temple.

…

"So, that's totally weird." Ditrina rolled her eyes. "As long as my bro's all right, nothing else really matters."

"I wish I could say that," Mishouri said, frowning, "But Lisa was looking pretty smug about something we don't know. And I'm guessing it's not good."

"Yes. We should probably look into that." Kurama stood up, and they went to where Lisa was being held.

She was still grinning as they opened the door. "So, have the great detectives figured it out yet? The plant is giving me hell." She shrugged at the plant binding her, drooling all over the place.

"Actually, we were hoping that you'd give us a little insight." Ditrina said rather sharply.

"That's great. I want to see the looks on your faces when I spill the beans."

"Stop wasting time and talk!" Mishouri growled.

"All right then. Don't let the anger ruin your pretty little face." Lisa shrugged. "Well, it was a simple plan. Assault you guys in a populated place, and try to beat you up. The outcome didn't matter, just the mission."

"And why is that?" Kurama asked.

"Well, because it would look really bad if you guys were demons. Duh!" Lisa giggled and shifted her place on the bed.

"Oh, crap…I forgot the press!" Mishouri slapped herself on the head.

"The press? What the hell do you mean, you forgot the press?"

"I mean, after Kurama fainted, a lot of media people came. It was pretty fun to watch them fussing over the big hole, and the plant that came out of nowhere, but I didn't think too much about it. Damn it, what're we going to do when they come knocking on our doors?"

"Question answered." Ditrina said with a groan. "They're here."

Yukina suddenly entered the room. "Ditrina, Mishouri, Mr. Kurama, there are some strange people outside the door. They're very loud…and I don't think Brother likes them." She stole a worried glance at the black shadow in the tree.

"Well, we can always lock them outside…" Ditrina suggested.

"Ditrina…humans can be very persistent sometimes. If we don't answer the door, they will trace the line back to Mother…and THAT would be unpleasant." Kurama sighed.

"Yeah…so should we scare them away with a Death Plant?" Ditrina asked eagerly.

Kurama groaned. "Never mind…just open the door, and let's get this over with."

"I'll get it." Yukina hurried to the door, and opened it.

As she did so, a cameraman with a big camera and a brown-haired girl with her hair pulled back in a ponytail and a microphone in her hand stepped in.

"Um…I hope we're in the right place?" she asked, peering around nervously. Then she noticed Kurama and Mishouri.

"Oh, I see!" She grinned at them as the cameraman turned his camera on.

A certain shadow disappeared from the tree, and Yukina backed away in fear. Ditrina looked very pissed off.

"Does anything seem wrong?" The girl asked, looking in confusion.

"Not really, but that thing pisses me off!" Ditrina growled, and kicked the camera out of the cameraman's hands. Yukina flinched, and the camera suddenly exploded in mid-fall, clearly sliced apart by a sword. The cameraman was hit on the back of the head, and passed out.

"Very convenient, Hiei." Kurama muttered.

"Eek! What was that? A flying shadow? A ghost" Unfortunately for herself, the girl had seen Hiei.

"Shut up, ningen." Hiei appeared beside the girl, holding his katana in a rather menacing way. She squealed and blacked out in fear.

"What a cowardly fool." Hiei scoffed and put his katana away.

"And a rather good distraction, too!" The group turned to see Lisa disappearing into a portal. "See you around!" She waved before it swallowed her.

"Oh, crap! We lost her again!" Ditrina wasn't looking very happy.

"Don't worry. We'll get to her later. What concerns me more is these two." Kurama nodded at the two unconscious figures. "Yukina, Ditrina, you two can leave. Hiei, suit yourself. Mishouri, please help me with these two."

Mishouri nodded, and she helped him with them.

"Kurama…"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to erase their memories?"

A pause. "Yes."

"Would you do this to me? I mean if something went seriously wrong."

He stopped at that, his emerald eyes meeting her amethyst ones. He pulled her close suddenly, so close that she could hardly breathe.

"No, Mishouri. Never. You're special. Even if something went wrong, I would never alter your memory…you deserve to remember this. All of us. You deserve to remember us."

"D-do you feel all right, Kurama?"

"I—"

He stopped in mid-sentence, looking at her in the eyes again.

"I'm all right."

"Yeah right." Mishouri said skeptically. "You've been avoiding my eyes all day, except for just then."

"It's nothing important."

"Whatever you say."

…

It was night.

Mishouri trekked up the mountain, feeling the cool wind whip against her face. It was soothing.

She followed Kurama's aura to the mountain top.

He was sitting there, his eyes closed, his face in a grimace, sweat rolling down his face.

"I told you…" Mishouri said in a sing-song voice.

He whipped around to face her.

"M-Mishouri! What are you doing here?"

He was nervous; even more nervous than earlier. His eyes betrayed it, and he was rocking backward and forward, his arms holding his knees.

"You don't look too good."

"Yes…you caught me at a rather awkward time. My energy and—"

"Your energy? You mean your body is still adapting to it. That must be uncomfortable."

"Yes, but there's something else…"

"Huh…let me guess…" Mishouri looked up at the night sky. She loved looking there when pondering questions.

And then she noticed the moon.

"Oh, crap."

TO BE CONTINUED…

It's pretty obvious, right? And I don't think Kurama is too OOC, cause he can get pretty nervous sometimes…including times when he can't keep the Youko pervyness down. If you have a problem with it, review it and tell me! And yes, pervyness is not a word.

Behind The Stage

Yusuke: You tricked me! I haven't gotten a leading part! I didn't even get a part! You—

XX: No reason to get violent…Hahaha…*dodges Spirit gun*

Hiei: I hate cameras.*shoots Dragon of the Darkness Flame*

XX: Eek!*turns into pile of ashes to avoid further conflict.*

Thanks and let me know what you think! If it sucks, it's because I'm very busy these days. So, sorry!