Disclaimer: YuYu Hakusho is copyrighted and belongs to its creator, Togashi Yoshihiro.
Author's Note: …What to say, what to say… Well, this story is finally alive again… That, and things are taking a turn from here. Things are going to come out as well as change. Stay tuned and you'll see.
Genre: Supernatural, fantasy, humor, horror, and not so much general. It is also an AU, an "alternate Universe" for the setting.
Rating: Mature…for obvious reasons.
THE DEMON PARADE
"GIRLS!"
All four of the girls jumped in startlement, but it was the blue haired fairy who spazzed the most.
"Girls! Botan! Where are you?" It was Koenma, who then entered their vision a moment later, running with Kurama trailing behind him. "There you all are!"
"Yes, here we are." Came Shizuru's sardonic retort, mildly irritated at the moment. "What is it?"
Sun Wukong then came into vision in a beat of a second right after that, still carrying the little girl.
Botan blinked at him. "Who's he?"
The martial arts master made a face. "Yes, everyone seems to be asking that exact same question." He spoke with sarcasm, already growing tired of hearing the same questions. "Like they all catch flue suddenly. It is epidemic."
"And why does he look like a monkey?" The reaper continued to question as she looked towards her boss for answers. "Is he a friend of your's, Koenma Sir? I don't ever recall seeing him before."
Sun's face faltered as he sweat dropped. Apparently she did not hear him, the very same went for the other female bodies in the building.
He cleared his throat to get their attention. "Have you ladies heard the news, yet? It's me. The beloved and fabulously obnoxious Drunken Master, who raids the iced box whilst everyone sleeps." It was a jest, although his tone sounded as though he was flattered with himself.
Three of the girls' jaws had dropped, staring at him in astonishment. Shizuru, on the other hand, was the one to roll her eyes at him for being so corny. Quite frankly, she was not all that surprised.
"Long story short, he's The Monkey King." Koenma enlightened. "As for the little girl… I don't know. This is no place for a baby."
Sun sent him a dirty look. "Ah yah, like you can speak. I'll have you know that this little baby was in danger, though you can thank my student for her still being about to breath. She would have ended up as chow if he had not intervened."
Kurama's eyes widened slightly when hearing that, however, he said not a thing. Instead, he became a bit tense. In truth, the fox did not want the child here, but if Kuwabara had saved her…getting rid of her would prove to be quite a challenge. Kuwabara was quite protective, he knew by experience, especially over women and children.
As for the psychic's older sibling, she felt the exact opposite. In fact, she couldn't refrain from quirking a smile at the little thing. And in return, the little Hone-onna looked back at her with curiosity.
"…Did he, really?" The Reikai Prince quipped, although very amazed that his new detective was actually capable of saving someone.
Clearly now agitated, The drunken master retorted; "My prostate is full to bursting and liver is weak thanks to you."
Koenma stared at him for the nonsensical remark, his face contorting in disgust. Botan placed a hands beside her ears, knowing full well what was going to come next.
"WHAT?" He blew his lid moments later. "First of all, how does that fit in this conversation? Secondly, how on earth is that possible? I'm not the one who forced the liquor bottle to your mouth!"
"Be quiet or I'll beat you like small dog!" Sun snapped right back at him.
The Reikai Prince leapt back away from him, quickly recalling that the deity still possessed that stick of his. "EEP!"
Shizuru snorted. "Coward." She muttered under her breath, then stood up and fished in her front right pocket to retrieve her smokes; she had relocated them.
The fox demon suddenly spoke up; "Enough. We're getting off track here." He addressed them all with much seriousness, his somewhat icy tone taking most of his friends aback, particularly Yukina; the very first time she had ever witnessed her husband being like this. "There are demons heading this way."
"What?" Botan shouted, horrified. "Why?"
"Because that little girl happens to be one of our enemies, a devil." Kurama replied, though the voice that came out of him was clearly Yoko's.
Irei instinctively clung onto Sun more, now more mortally afraid of the rosy redhead than before.
Yukina frowned at her hubby. "Kurama, you're scaring her!" She chided, making it rather clear that she was not pleased with his current attitude. And even though he was also the man who had sworn to be her personal protector during these types of situations, it was still uncalled for. "Not to mention that you're scaring the rest of us."
The fox turned his attention towards her, noticing the hurt and disappointment written across her features. He felt terrible, but that little girl's presence was provoking his inner demon, who was compelling him to behave out of character. It was Yoko who did not trust the child, surprisingly suffering from his own insecurities because of something he had dealt with in his past.
Yoko was not the only one with the deep seated issues, though. Koenma, himself, was now feeling a similar way, except his was discountenance. It's already bad enough that The Prince of Hell was among them, now he had to suffer through this, too? He was definitely going to give Kuwabara a definite talking to when he got back, because he was being more reckless than his prior detective was by befriending the worst types of people. Honestly, it was a thunderstruck to him. After all, Kuwabara had made a solemn vow to never fail him; his word was his bond.
One should not tempt with fates, because you may never know when one of these creatures may bring you to your death. Karma beasts are deadly, let alone harvesters of sorrow and death. And their influence over how the worlds are ran, clearly denotes how dangerous they truly are. These creatures are manipulative monsters, sometimes messing with people's lives for the fun of it. Whoever said stars are lucky needed to get a serious reality check.
"I apologize." Kurama expressed softly to all of them, though namely to his koorime. "But we really need to act quick--"
"They're here." The brown-haired psychic cut him off, standing there nonchalantly as she then lit a cigarette.
The fox demon looked out the nearest window, only to observe a deluge of demons swarming towards their location. "Girls, find some place to hide. Quickly!"
The Spirit World guise began to freak out. "WHERE?"
"Your guess is as good as mine…" Shizuru told her, pulling Keiko along with her as she made her way out of the room. "Anywhere would be great!"
Yukina followed suit, Botan scampering after her.
Koenma turned to follow, but then stopped when he realized that Sun Wukong was merely standing there, not moving a muscle. "Why aren't you following them?"
Kurama looked at him as well.
"Because there is no place to hide, no place to go." Sun said simply as a matter of fact. "The temple doors can only keep them back for so long, that is if you people can make it in time."
Having lived here for so many years, he knew this place like the back of his hand. He also figured that if the girls desperately wanted to keep safe, that they would more than likely choose the temple. But there was a problem with that plan, the temple was outside, which was at least fifty feet away from the single level complex that they were presently now in.
The other men folk, or more like the reincarnated fox and the masquerading demigod, did not like the sound of that… So, with quick haste they went after the girls with the intentions to get them into the temple safely.
Sun Wukong, on the other hand, disappeared, taking the petrified Irei with him.
oOoOoOo
"Ref! I'm not sure that we're going to make it!" Kazuma exclaimed, trying to run as fast as he could. It was hard, especially since he had to weave through the trees. However, he refused to call a quits, knowing that lives were now possibly at stake. He may hate most of them, but he didn't hate them THAT much.
But that was not the only problem, there were three more to accompany it.
One issue was the fact that he had this putrid taste in his mouth, as if he had been ingesting toxic fumes and decayed cadaver's. That was not the worst of it, however, the next two by far outrivaled having bad breath.
It was his heart, rattling and thumping against his ribcage with a dull cramp; as though he had somehow pulled a muscle, right there of all places. The detective did not know whether it was from stress, built up aggression, or he was about to have a heart attack from sheer anxiety.
But the most worse scenario of it all had to be the voices that he was now hearing in his head, his psychic powers threatening to go berserk on him again.
"Of course we will." Came Ref's confident answer, who was running right beside him.
Kazuma looked over at him, raising a brow.
And then suddenly, without warning, The Prince of Hell snatched the psychic up right off his feet.
Taken aback by this, Kazuma frantically waved his arms as he fussed at him; "Wait! What are you doing?" Little did he know, that he would be totally unprepared for the answer he was about to receive.
The dark god then tossed him up into the air, causing Kazuma to scream as he soared above the ground and over the trees. But Ref leapt up after him in a flash, catching him in a matter of seconds, basically intending to mount the disconcerted redhead onto his back. He quickly wrapped the psychic's limbs around himself, clasping onto the backs of his thighs firmly, pulling the man's legs around his waist a bit tighter. His thick long and steely locks were perfectly out of the way, swooshing as they fell to the sides of his neck and face.
Kazuma could not refrain from turning red, feeling the power of the rippling muscle in the other man's long and slender body; the man's body reminded him of a snake and was built for the kill. Realizing that they were on their way back down, he then tightened his own hold on the raven haired man, clutching onto the clothes that covered his friend's strong chest.
The psychic squeamishly closed his eyes as the prince made his touch down, missing the sight of the impact it had caused, forming a creator in the ground before he immediately blasted off.
Reficul zigzagged through the forestry at an incredible high-speed, going literally Superman on the psychic with the whole "faster the a speeding bullet" aphorism, though comparing him with The Flash would be more accurate. Hell, the demon was lightning! Poor Kazuma could barely hang on, digging his fingers into black leather as he clung on for dear life.
Then again, as soon as his friend had started, he was already finished…beating the everyone else to the scene, just in the nick of time.
Talk about using the "the express way".
They had passed the other demons so fast that none of those who had saw them could distinguish them from what seemed to be a flash followed by a sonic boom. The mighty gust pushed most of the youkai back, way back, when the demon god literally barged right through their masses.
Ref's boots slid in the dirt as he "applied the breaks", gracefully whirling his body sideways for leverage, creating a trail of dust, smoke, and fire beside them as he at last came to a final halt.
The others, who were now outside and on their way to the temple, stopped momentarily to gawk at the pair.
Immediately sensing that the others were outside eyeballing him, Kazuma looked back at the group from the corners of his own, his muzzle pressed firmly against his companion's broad shoulder as he tried to calm his racing heart. He then flushed as he let out a muffled growl, feeling embarrassed by their stares. Oh, why did they have to look at him as though he The King of Weirdoes?
The Dark Prince flickered his tongue, appearing forked as he tasted the air; a simple instinct that had escaped his conscious mind. However, the psychic had not seen that.
Reficul turned a red-hot gaze towards the oncoming demons, sending them all an evil yet cocky smirk. His blacker than the night hair blowing in the wind, the strands wild and bewitching as they danced.
Shizuru gazed at her brother intently, sensing the inner torments that he was still under. His expression may be stoic, but she knew better than to fall for that trick. He was still offish. "Am I going to lose my brother…?" She thought, feeling forlorn. "…If he's not already lost."
"Showoff." Koenma commented with a snort, glaring at none other than Reficul for the display. He detested how the deity could be such an arrogant swashbuckler, flaunting his abilities at any chance he could get…in his face!
Noticing that his rival had turned his attention to him, grinning like a total bastard just to spite him even more, The Prince of Reikai yelled; "YOU'RE STILL HERE?"
He received a boisterous yet diabolical laugh in return, the other Prince being a dick for the pure hell of it.
A few moments later, Hiei arrives on the scene, slicing through a few as he made his reappearance.
The tall god finally lets a fussing Kazuma down, complying to his fitful demands of being allowed to fight.
The two fighters prepared themselves for a fight, both drawing out their weapons and then posed into a proper stance. They stood beside one another, although the demon made sure to keep a mindful eye on the other swordsman.
Reficul, on the other hand, stood there with such a calmness that he appeared to be almost bored to tears. Needless to say, he was not at all intimidated by the snarling demons hurdling their way.
Kuwabara and Hiei charged, torpedoing as they attacked, clashing against the demons as they flooded into their territory. Their swords ripped and sliced through the masses like how a machete hacks through vegetation found in the most dense and darkest of jungles.
The dark god joined as well, of course, though he merely strolled right on in at first. Then, in a chaotic frenzy, he ruthlessly whacked and bashed into them, breaking everyone whom he came across into bits, as though the demons were merely an abrasive child's plaything. Needless to say, he was invigorated by the bloodshed.
The battlefield was becoming a bloodbath.
There were various types, though most were that of ancient breeds, ranging from insects, arthropods, anthros, and other creatures whose appearances would naturally give anyone the heebie-jeebies. In fact, none of them were humanoids, not in the least bit. And there appeared to be over a thousand of them. Worst of all, these monsters were notorious people eaters, scarfing down human meat like no one's business.
Something had to have waken them up, at least that is what came to mind by the over seven-hundred year old, Koenma Daioh. Normally, one doesn't see demons like these, especially during these days. Most had gone into hibernation along with the tengu, causing most of mankind to believe that they no longer existed, while others left to dwell in that creepy forest in Makai. There the latter subsisted until the end of time is finally at hand.
"Uhh, let's get into that temple, A.S.A.--" He did not finish the sentence, realizing that Kurama and the girls had left without him, the five dashing towards the sanctuary. He immediately paled, almost dropping the vehicle of his Mafukin technique. "Wait! Wait for me!" He turned and shouted as he then high tailed it after them. "HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND LIKE THAT?"
About his pacifier: He could very well use it, yes, but he did not want to waste the energy that he had been harvesting up inside it. Furthermore, it is a weapon that can only be used in the darkest of times. Unfortunately, his "jailer" technique was absolutely useless when trying to thwart karma beasts, which would explain as to why it had not worked on Sensui back when they were located in "Demon's Door". Alas, it only works specifically on demons and humans, hence why it is called a "demon seal ring"; made primarily to use against the strongest of S-classed demons, though with the exception of one particular god.
Then suddenly, a demon swam up through the air towards them to block their path, appearing ugly and wretched and could only be described as being centipede with a face similar to a lion's.
"I will eat your soul!" It declared, the voice sounding like a hacking old wench. These demons may know how to speak, but they were practically mindless, attempting possible dangers without thought.
The girls and The Reikai Prince screamed.
Kurama extracted his trusty rose whip from his hair and sliced the demon into clean portions; naturally, he was not as messy as the others.
A swarm of insects flew in to join the chaos, demon locusts double the size of the ones found normally in the human plane. Moreover, their faces were person-like, but had solid black eyes and revolving teeth of steel. These flesh parasites made matters all the more difficult for the fighters.
Then, one of the temple doors opened somehow, seeming mysterious until they saw a familiar hand waving at them from the inside. The girls and the underworld prince gratefully took the invitation, trying get there before the bugs could get a hold of them, though the door was only wide enough to let one person in at a time.
"Get in! Get in! Get in!"
Koenma tried to hurry the girls in, freaking out as the insects drew nearer. Fortunately, he escaped by the skin of his teeth, though Sun Wukong pulled the door shut onto the red cape attached to the Prince's robe. Listening closely, one can hear the muffle outcry of the younger deity from within moments later, grousing away as he struggled to pull his clothes free from the crack between the doors.
Kurama had not entered into the sanctuary with them, however. Instead, he had gone to join the others.
Kuwabara and Hiei were still cutting through the demons, the numbers now appearing to be endless. Just how many were in that forest? Tens of thousands? They just kept coming.
The psychic leapt up and flipped several times through the air, letting out a bushido yell as he headed back down, all the while taking his sword and slicing through several ferocious beasts. He quickly summoned another sword, now possessing one in each hand, and then began twirl himself around resembling the motion of a top, slaying the masses as he made his way through like a humanized mechanical saw. The latter was a new technique of his, though he had practice heavily to get a hang of it properly; the move enabled him to pick off his opponents like a game of Russian Roulette.
Hiei was merely taking them out one by one, using his Jagan Eye to better sense and track their every movements.
The two eventually bumped into each other, facing back to back. They glanced at each other for merely a second, before having to defend themselves from the incoming demons that launched at them both.
"Damn! There's too many!" Kuwabara declared.
"Oh, shut up and keep fighting!" Hiei shot back at him whilst he struggled to keep one pesky demon from biting his head slap off, his sword the only thing keeping them both apart. Once knew he had a good toehold, he then used his sword and one of his feet to push it back before scornfully blasting it's own head off. "Less it's too much for you to handle." He added the latter statement with a condescending smirk.
Kuwabara growled at him, not in the mood for his rude cynicism. He then combined his swords, forming them into single yet humongous spirit blade. He concentrated more of his energy through the weapon, then raised it over his left shoulder, releasing the built up force as he sliced downward in a parallel fashion. The power blasted a large sum of demons into pieces, who screamed and hissed as they disintegrated into nothing. There was enough energy for him to go around in a full circle, which he did.
The detective blinked moments later, surprised at what he had done.
"What the hell?" Hiei shouted, having witnessed the whole thing. Surreptitiously, deep down, he was relieved that he had not been caught in the midst of that.
"Uhh, I don't know how or why I did that." The taller man answered truthfully, not knowing how he had learned such a fierce sure-kill. He did not recall ever performing it, neither coming up with the move.
The fire youkai snorted at him as he sweat dropped. "Losing your mind, aren't you?" He deadpanned.
"BITE ME, SHORTY!" Kazuma barked.
Hiei merely harrumphed at him in return, which caused the psychic to grow all the more confrontational.
One of the larger centipede demons realized their distracted state, seizing the opportunity to gain the upper hand. It moved swiftly, wrapping it's long exoskeleton around the two like a constrictor. The two winced from the crushing pressure, the tips of the legs sticking them both like abrasive ice picks.
"You're very powerful for a human…" The demon addressed the psychic, moving her upper torso inward to inspect him. "Or perhaps you're a demon." She then took wiggled her feelers to collect information from his scent, touching his face in the process.
Kazuma shrieked as he wriggled wildly in her grasp, feeling violated by this whole experience. "Listen, lady! Let us go or else!" He demanded, then wondered if he should be screaming "RAPE" instead. His head began to seriously pound, feeling as though his heart had relocated itself to be inside of his brain.
Just for that, she constricted her body tighter.
Hiei growled at him for his idiocy. "Oh, yeah…like she's…going to listen to THAT bullshit." Came his snarky remark, all the while baring his demon teeth. "You're wasting your breath!"
The two tried to struggle free, futilely pulling at their trapped arms, and in the midst of it, argued like cats and dogs with one another about personal space. The centipede tightened her hold on them even further, and in a matter of seconds, the two began to scream in pain as they felt their bones about to crack, having the life literally squeezed out of them. Not only that, but they could not defend themselves well enough from the insects, struggling rigorously to keep them at bay by utilizing their own auras as a protective shield to thwart them away. …A mighty feat indeed, since doing that takes a lot of concentration.
Fortunately, it all came to an abrupt end. The centipede gave out a howling screaming, her upper body suddenly being cut in ribbons, though her head had been decapitated. Seconds later, her body quickly burned away, similar to a cigarette when it burns.
Both the psychic and the three eyed demon blinked in astonishment when the tension was gone, liberated.
Reficul appeared before the orange haired man, his red eyes shining like a booger while most of his figure was a bloodcurdling silhouette. He then snatched him up, moving him away from the carcass before the fire could manage to touch him. Once he had been removed, the process magically sped up.
In stark contrast, Hiei jumped out from within the coils, and just at the last-minute, too. However, despite what little relief he had received, he felt rather bitter towards the whole thing. Kuwabara better be happy that he had been saved, a moment longer and Hiei would have powered all the way up to rescue himself, taking out anyone who had been in the way of his demon energy.
Perhaps he was being a wee bit too spiteful there, but this was Hiei and Reficul was Reficul. They could easily have an understanding between each other, but certain factors prevent that from ever happening.
The dark god sent him a piercing look, his red orbs burning brighter, resembling two Christmas tree lights, and his form turned completely black. Daunted, Hiei slid away, backwards.
Kurama leapt down right beside the fire demon. "My, my, Hiei… What did you do to earn His attention?" He inquired, swatting at the much smaller airborne demons with his whip.
Currently, the four were in the eye of the storm. There was still plenty of demons, though all of them were making an effort to not go near their god any more than they should, their ravenous appetites being why they were foolishly still there. The beasts were encircling them like fish around a baited hook, waiting to pick them off at any opportunity that may present itself.
"I exist." Hiei replied dryly, then flicked a demon insect off his left shoulder. He then wondered to himself if he should have stayed on patrol in demon world, at least there he got the respect that he deserved.
Not knowing anything else he could say, the fox remained silent.
"You stay here." Advised Ref as he placed Kazuma down.
The psychic rubbed his head as he looked up at him with one eye open, still feeling that insufferable pulse, though now it had died down. Still, all these demons and their thoughts and emotions were about drive him buggy. He felt disgusted by the detailed imagery they were sending him about how they were intending to eat all of them, let alone picking up their hatred and malice.
He also felt a bit light headed, too, perhaps because he had not eaten for at least two days straight. Nevertheless, despite all of that being true, his body began to repair itself at an astonishing rate.
Reficul stepped away from him, only stopping when he was a good eight feet away.
He cocked one of his eyes wide open while the other appeared squinted, remaining half shut. His blood red orbs burned with craze. He raised his arms at a gradual pace as he began to power up, releasing this dark energy as he did; though everyone in the vicinity felt promptly sickened by it. His trench coat floated upward, appearing somewhat similar the wings of a large bat. The air around them became rigid and thick, his hair seemingly alive as it became animated, appearing like black flames. The shadow beneath him expanded outward in the shapes of numerous prehensile forked-like tails.
The beastly demons turned their immediate attention towards him, having enough sense at least to be horrified. Kurama and Hiei took the initiative to get away as far as they could, getting the hell out of there. Kuwabara merely stared at him, engrossed by wondering what was happening and how his friend turned the ground beneath them solid black, grass and all.
Countless numbers of eyes then appeared upon the Dark Prince's body, reminding any onlooker of the fire demon's true form. All creatures of fire had this unsettling attribute, just like ice demons are always cold. In fact, all fire demons originated from hell. However, the god was not green, not even remotely close to that color, instead he was as dark as the night. How the eyes appeared through his clothes, however, was a mystery all on its own.
His coat drifted back down, though it remained afloat, the tails waving in the air. An insane expression formed upon his countenance, appearing demented like raging lunatic.
The Prince of Hell brought his arms down, though elbows bent with his forearms extended outward, and his fingers curled.
"TRY NOT TO RUIN MY LAWN OUT THERE!" Sun called out from a window, observing the whole thing as the demons tried to flee.
However, it was an endeavor that proved to be futile, for Ref had summoned up a barrier to keep them there, right where he wanted them. Some of the demons burned themselves while pushing against it, like mosquitoes hitting a bug zapper. Fortunately, Kurama and Hiei had made a safe getaway, though the same could be said for over half of the demon insect population.
Kazuma looked around frantically as he beheld the atmosphere around him grow quickly dim, hearing this peculiar loud groaning sound as the light from outside was taken away.
His body now outlined in a brilliant red, emitting a dull droning tone as it did. More sets of blood-shot eyes appeared, though this time upon the now blackened barrier walls, and they were all gargantuan in size.
He then dropped his arms and hands in an elegant fashion, only to snap them back up, to which when he did it was akin to pulling the trigger on a gun. The demons all combusted into flames, wailing out in both agony and terror. Their bodies fell into pieces seconds later, falling on the ground all around the psychic and the god of demons, though the bugs themselves imploded.
The detective was petrified, feeling as though he was trapped in one of those grotesque horror films. Sure, they're awesome to watch, but living in one of them was an entirely different story.
Some of the insects clamored at their god's feet, graveling before him, pleading to live. He was not "Lord of The Flies" as just merely by compliment, and they knew that if they didn't try that they would cease to exist.
However, Reficul was not a man known for having mercy. So, it came to no surprise to any demon that he burned the pests all away into cinders.
The psychic stared, astounded by the actions of both those demons and the taller man. Who was this guy that even the demons prayed to?
Soon the nightmare had finally drawn to a close, as abrupt as flicking back on the lights. The containment field vanished in a flash, the shadows retreating back to their owner.
Kazuma stared at the field around them, there appeared to be nothing left of the demons in sight. No carcasses, no bones, not even a speck of blood or trace of energy could be found anywhere. It was like the place had somehow been swept clean. And all he could hear was silence.
Ladies and gentlemen... What the hell just happened? Where had all the demons gone?
His freaky friend had completely obliterated them, that's what!
Then suddenly, he heard the sound of someone applauding from behind them.
Kazuma and Reficul turned their heads to gaze back, only to see that it was none other than Sensui.
#4#5#6
"Isn't it tempting?
The matter and the flesh
Isn't it charming?
Can't you see who I am?
I am your angel
I am your angel
Of the dark"
"Do you know me by my name (by my name)?
Lucifer your angel (of sin)
You have made me who I am (who I am)
I am the light bringer (your
dearest angel of sin)
Do you know me by my name?
Lucifer that brings the light"
- Power Symphony; "Lucifer"
…TBC…
Author's Comments:
And yet, here's another small chapter. Sorry if it's choppy and such. Augh. It's hard to write certain things.
This chapter probably could have turned out better.
Lid: Yes, I know. People are reading the story, I suppose… But how else would I know if I'm keeping people's interest or not? It's hard for me to keep writing when the readers don't seem to show a response. For all I know, a lot of people could very well hate this fic. Sorry for my insecurities, but they are there. Also, to answer the rest… Damn, you may have caught me red-handed. Although, I am putting hints here in there in this story… Truth is, they will eventually become closer. However, as for the two actually developing a relationship beyond that of friendship… I don't know. We'll see where it goes.
Anyway… Thank you all for reading. Please review or comment.
EDIT: I decided to add the battle in this chapter.
Oh, and about the previous chapter... I am sorry if it had offended any of you. Both Yusuke and Kuwabara have changed, taking separate paths in life. Yusuke has changed, yes, but as for how much... Mmm. He's more demon-ish than ever before. Poor guy, I suppose... I mean, one can't help who they are and that Mazoku blood coursing through his veins can make him be such a jerk (more than ever before). He did not try to abuse Keiko, because quite frankly it was not in any of his attentions to. He's a demon. Simple as that. And it's finally dawning on Keiko that she may not want that... She misses the man she fell in love with, not who he's become.
Or is it that? Who knows... Maybe something is up... I won't reveal anything...