If Anyone Falls

by blue-eyed-shuichi

His existence was a life of deception. Hers revolved around being a spirit guide for the dead. When the theft of a dangerous artifact comes to light, these two worlds will collide. Enemies become friends and a bond will form that neither the passage of time nor the threat of death could destroy. KxB with the full cast of characters as well. Spread throughout entire YYH universe.

38. Makai Tournament

Contrary to the lack of updates, I am not dead, just burdened with too many responsibilities and unmotivated to write. Real life has a way of zapping my will to do much of anything. I do apologize for the very long delay. I am starting to get the writing bug back so I managed to finish this chapter for your reading pleasure (is there anyone still reading this?) There will be changes to the tournament that will be clear the second we get to Kurama's preliminary round as I switch it up a bit in the next round. What do I mean? Read on and find out!

Chapter 38- Makai Tournament

September 14, 1994 Makai Stadium

Images of transport ships flashed across the massive screen at the lowest level of the arena and the crowd reacted, cries of excitement reverberating up and around the entirety of the stadium. But it was concern, not the promise of sanctioned violence, that gripped the heart and mind of the lone figure standing near the mid-level entrance of the circular stands. A gust of wind swirled around his tall and lean form, tugging at the black cape slung around the shoulders of his black tuxedo jacket and he reached up to tighten the red head band wrapped around his forehead, fearful of being found out as to who he really was.

Coming to Demon World had been an executive decision. After all, the fate of all three realms would be decided in this tournament. I only hope one of my men can triumph here today. But was that even possible, knowing the true strength of so many S class demons? And if they lost, he would have to expose his presence to negotiate a peace treaty, something he wasn't sure he had the authority to do. And what if the youkai who did manage to win the tournament wanted the total annihilation of all reigens and ningens? Many would die... Including the prince of...

"There you are, lord Koenma, sir!"

Contemplation morphed instantly to irritation as the prince of southern Reikai snapped his head to the left, glaring at the encroaching form of his subordinate, George Saotome. Koenma eyed the ridiculous red wrestling outfit with wings and sighed. So much for low profile. He thought, watching as the blue ogre came to a stop before him. "Keep your voice down, you ninny, before you get us torn apart by the youkai crowd!" The prince hissed under his breath.

George flinched at his boss's harsh tone as he tried to explain his outburst. "I'm sorry, sir, It's just... I got lost at the concession stands trying to find a hot dog vendor when you disappeared and I got scared."

"Well that was your first mistake," Koenma replied, making a gesture at the taller creature's clothing. "And what's with the stupid outfit? I thought I told you I wanted to keep a low profile in Makai?"

"Well, the trench coat made my look like a flasher so I ditched it and changed into this. I'd thought it was appropriate for the event." The ogre sniffled, offended by the prince's comments.

"There you go thinking again." Koenma quipped, ignoring the hurt look on his subordinate's face as he returned his attention to the screen as the announcer, Koto, went into a long description of the rules, which matches were most anticipated, including the upcoming bouts for each of the three former Reikai Detectives.

George followed the prince's gaze, noting Koenma's expression of annoyance shifting into one of concern and his voice softened as he inquired. "Do you think Yusuke or the others can win this, sir?"

Koenma kept his attention focused on the screen, his voice distant as he answered, "Hard to say. If they fail, pray that a reasonable youkai wins." Because if it's a homicidal manic that triumphs, it will be the end of civilization as we know it. He added silently, watching as the transport ships began to reach their destinations, paying particular attention to the one heading for Group 64's battleground.

Group 64 Okunenju

Kurama stood near the open door of the transport ship that hovered over group 64's battleground. Curious eyes studied the lush green foliage that lay beyond the dusty field that would serve as their arena. Such surroundings would aid with his natural abilities and the kitsune smiled inwardly at the plans forming in his mind. A sudden burst of static slammed into the redhead's sensitive ears and he winced, trying to shut out the noise but the deep voice cracking through the intercom was too insistent and Kurama sighed, listening as the voice boomed within the cargo confines.

"Attention all fighters! I've got several more runs to go before the tournament begins so I'm going to need you sons of bitches to get the hell off my ship! Prepare to jump!"

Lovely sense of tact. Kurama mused as he walked to the precarious edge of the open doorway. Steadying himself, the kitsune leapt out, letting gravity seize hold of his lean form, yanking him violently towards the ground. Feeding a sliver of ki throughout his body, the redhead shifted into a controlled free fall, twisting in the air at the last second, his feet landing with catlike grace upon the barren ground. Kurama craned his neck back, gazing up with mild interest as the rest of his preliminary group shot downward, dropping to land in various spots through the entirety of the battle field.

Its cargo off loaded, the transport ship lifted high into the air, veering in a circle before the engines came to life and it roared off for the next batch of fighters to deliver. Kurama kept his focus above, catching sight of a camera girl floating a safe distance away. Legions of youkai would be glued to the screens in their homes and in the stadium, waiting for the battle of supremacy of the land to begin. While the kitsune understood the anticipation, he felt no excitement for what was to come. The goal was to survive and gather aid in support of his friends and other youkai to free Botan from her captors. And if they were lucky, to bring Enma to justice for his various crimes and collusion. But first things first.

Flashes of light the color of snow exploded above each okunenju along the plain and Kurama knew the significance. This was the signal everyone had been waiting for. This was the beginning of the Makai Tournament. A sudden spike of youkai energy erupted and the kitsune lowered his gaze, gauging the truth of what he was sensing. A small tinge of relief filled him. It's as Hiei said, this group is nothing but fodder. Logic dictated it would be best to end it quickly and conserve energy for the next round.

So it came as no surprise that fighting instantly broke out, the combatants trying to knock each other out or off the okunenju. Figuring out the best strategy, Kurama drew out a seed from behind his hair and sunk down, slamming his palm against the dirt, feeding power down his arm. Vines sprung up instantly, dirt spewing into the air as the plants undulated, seeking out their targets before coiling around them. Cries of surprise then fear and anger erupted in the air as the vines glowed in various shades of color, draining the victims of their energy until silence reigned. The redhead retracted the vines, the fighters now unconscious and he lifted his head, about to signal for pickup when he felt a sudden and strong pulse of energy surging from somewhere behind him. Kurama ducked instinctively, the sharp swoosh of a blade slicing through the air where his head had been. The kitsune leapt and rolled, pivoting into a crouch as he watched a strange circular blade whirl past once more, heading straight towards a rather tall and unusual looking man.

Piercings marred his attacker's jaw and forehead and Kurama suspected their purpose was for more than mere aesthetics. And that metal device hanging beyond his ears? Did that augment his power or his skills with a blade? Then again, a youkai surgeon would have to be masterful in wielding blades... and scalpels. And the kitsune knew well enough the identity of the man standing before him. "Shigure..."

Shigure lifted his right hand up to snatch the whirling blade, the green glow fading as he hefted the weapon up and over his head. The surgeon rested the odd sword against his his left shoulder, his deep voice full of mild interest as he spoke. "So you know of me do you? I confess I know much of you as well, Youko. Though with that human form of yours, I doubt you will be able to survive for long against me."

"We shall see." Kurama replied, reaching up slowly to draw out a rose. The kitsune held it in a defensive position, revealing nothing of his thoughts or motivations as he stared down his opponent.

Shigure matched the smaller man's posture, eyeing the redhead warily, standing his ground as the fox spirit fed ki to the flower. An explosion of petals consumed the air in front of the youkai doctor who growled then lifted his blade, swiping violently at the wall of red shooting towards him. He caught a flash of something thin and green zooming directly towards his head and Shigure reacted instinctively, snapping his wrist to alter the direction of the attack. A odd clanging sound erupted against the ring blade and the surgeon smirked as bits of plant debris splattered and dropped harmlessly to the ground at his feet. "An interesting tactic, Youko," Shigure commented as his amused gaze focused on the placid one of Kurama. "You keep your distance to test out my range. Your intelligence is quite impressive."

"It is never wise to underestimate an opponent." Kurama replied, hiding the unease of his failure to land a blow against Shigure behind a mask of reserve.

"Too true," Shigure agreed, holding the blade in front of his body. "Nor is it wise to stand still without testing an opponent's skill." Without warning, the doctor drew the blade back then flung it straight at Kurama.

The kitsune dodged the initial attack, vaulting up and to the left as the weapon whirled beyond him. His sensitive ears picked up the change in oscillation and he ducked and rolled as the sword shot past him and back to Shigure. He rose quickly, bolting as his opponent unleashed another attack, sensing a strange pulse of energy around the odd metal weapon. Wanting to test a theory, Kurama ran towards the treeline, the blade slashing empty air as he danced left then right, barely avoiding being sliced to ribbons. A little bit farther... The redhead thought as his eyes darted about.

A massive tree caught Kurama's attention and he raced forward, ignoring the ringing cry of death sawing in the air as he jumped several feet into the air. The blade followed, carving along the trunk then upward, aiming directly for the fox who closed his eyes and suppressed his ki, pushing off the trunk and flipping harmlessly away as the glowing sword zoomed past him and back towards its master. As I thought. That blade detects youkai energy and locks in... like a spectral boomerang.

Shigure snatched the returning weapon, confusion marring his features. Kurama's ki had instantly vanished. And now my sword returns with no blood markings. If his opponent wasn't wounded or dead then that meant... The surgeon's eyes suddenly narrowed as the answer came to him. You've mastered completely masking your energy have you, Youko? And now you dare me to enter your territory to hunt you down? So be it. I accept the challenge. He crept forward, pressing through the brush until he was swallowed up by the stifling confines of woodland. The terrain was ill suited for his battle style. And you know that all too well, don't you, Youko?

As if in answer, a strange sound met the doctor's ears and he snapped his gaze to the left. Tilting his head back he soon found the source of the noise, frowning at the sight of leaves rustling within the numerous branches of a large tree. He stared up at the quivering plant life, whirling around as the same sound suddenly erupted to behind him and his countenance grew agitated. "I know you're here, Youko," He growled, glaring at the surrounding trees as he slowly turned in circles. "Stop hiding and come out to face me."

His challenge was met with silence and no matter how hard he searched visually, no threat emerged and a thought came into his mind. Spirit foxes were masters of back tracking to confuse those who hunted them, using the stalling tactic to hide or escape before being found. At this, Shigure grew even more irritated. "These games of yours will not work on me, Youko. So come out and face me like a man. Or are you too much of a coward to fight in a fair match?"

Emerald eyes watched Shigure in mild amusement, unaffected by the insult and challenge. Instead, Kurama flicked his hand, unleashing a silent command to the surrounding plant life. The branches of the nearby trees shook in response, snapping down like whips at the feet of a surprised Shigure who leapt into the air in an effort to dodge the attack. The doctor made to lift his sword only to blink as a vine sprang up from the earth and coiled around his ankle, yanking him violently back towards the ground.

The dark haired youkai reacted in reflex, shifting the circular sword off his shoulder and sliced downward in an attempt to free himself, his eyes widening as a legion of shot upward to lash out at him. He swung the blade in wide patterns as he vaulted from tree to tree, the metal shredding the plant matter into bits but no matter how many vines he cut down, more began to take their place and the doctor was beginning to fatigue. "Enough of this!" Shigure snarled as he dived off the edge of a swinging branch then twisted in mid-air, landing on a rock formation. With a burst of power and speed, the demon surgeon lifted the odd sword over his head, spinning it with all the force building within his body, a whirlwind of energy building around his tall frame, shredding the remaining vines as they lashed out at him. The surrounding tree life shook violently in response to the vortex before being ripped out of the soft ground and tossed upward, helpless upon the deadly current of wind roaring around Shigure.

Kurama sensed the build up of his opponent's ki and attempted to draw further away from the danger only to gasp as a massive wave of energy exploded outward and slammed into him with the full brunt of its power, knocking the kitsune off his feet and into the air with the remnants of the surrounding woodland.

The flare of ki was visible for miles away, the subsequent fluctuation of raw power drawing the attention of Hiei and Yusuke (both fresh from victory in their perspective battles) who turned their gaze in the direction of the blast. The fire youkai recognized the owner of the attack and activated his Jagon, frowning at what he saw... or didn't see. "Kurama..."

Yusuke, meanwhile, stared on in confusion and concern. That area... wasn't that where Kurama's group was supposed to be fighting? But if that's the case, why can't I sense fox boy's energy? He can't be dead... so what the hell is going on over there?

Group 64 Okunenju

Shigure stilled his sword, lowering it to his side as he scanned the smoke filled battlefield. His eyes caught no movement within the billowing cloud of dust, his ears picked up no trace of sound, and his mind detected no sense of ki. So was Youko truly dead? Was the battle over already? "Hmph..." The dark haired youkai sounded out, heaving the circular weapon up and over his shoulder as he turned to leave only to stiffen his back as an immense level of energy erupted in the air behind him. Shigure whirled around, his gaze locked on the strange and ominous bolts of black lightning dancing within and above the wall of smoke. What the hell is this?!

Group 5 and Group 106 Okunenju

The dance of black lightning and the surge of familiar ki transformed Hiei's frown, a knowing smirk replacing his once troubled features while Yusuke let out the breath he'd been holding, recognizing this new blast of youki.

The Arena-Announcer's station

Koto's fox-like ears twitched, her green eyes sparkling as she caught a flash of black lightning within the many squares of ongoing battles upon the monitor front and center within the stadium. The enthusiasm in the tournament announcer's voice was infectious as she exclaimed excitedly into the microphone before her. "It looks like we're in for a treat, everybody! Group 64's battle royale is about to take an exciting and face lifting turn!"

The monitor flashed and the ongoing battles vanished, replaced with the image of a puzzled Shigure staring at the electrical storm raging within the billowing cloud of smoke that was beginning to dissipate.

Group 64 okunenju

A gust of wind swept through group 64's okunenju, tugging and dragging away the remnants of dust, clearing the field of battle and Shigure suddenly found a pair of gold eyes staring back at him. "So, you revel your true form at last... Youko."

The fox spirit stood 20 feet from Shigure, ignoring the strands of silver hair dancing across his hardened features as he glared at the youkai doctor. "This is indeed my true form," He replied in a deep timbre. "You should feel proud... bringing me out into the open like this."

Shigure flashed a crooked grin, shifting his weapon off his shoulder. "Well then... Let's see if your purest source of power can defeat my own." The doctor lifted the blade, flinging it out with sudden violence, the glowing metal screaming as it shot straight towards Youko who reacted with nearly untraceable speed, dodging the simple attack with ease.

The surgeon frowned as he watched his sword slice through empty air then return back to him. He snatched the blade, catching movement to his left and he unleashed a second volley, glaring in frustration as the kitsune moved with mocking grace. So you're playing games again, are you? Let's see how you like this game! Shigure dashed forward in an attempt to match Kurama's speed, slashing at the now taller male with wide arcs, driving the fox spirit back and deeper into the forest. So caught up in trying to cut his opponent down was the doctor that he didn't notice the tendrils of brown sprouting up from the ground in all directions.

Youko danced and twirled at each attack, testing the blade's speed and reach as he sent out passive commands, giving away nothing in his expression as the ground became littered with little specks of brown. That's it. A little bit closer and I'll have you right where I want you. Sensing everything was ready, the kitsune skidded to a sudden stop, luring his opponent to attack once more.

Got you! Shigure's mind cried only to blink as something brown shot up within the open space of his circular blade. He felt the blade yanked from his hand but had not time to react or withdraw, the momentum of his attack driving him straight towards the sharp edge of his now captured weapon. A sudden flash of brown shot up before him and he slammed into the solid mass that saved him from bifurcation. He bounced off the newly formed tree trunk, his large form sent backwards and onto the ground, landing on his back with a bone crunching crash.

Kurama commanded the willow trees that sprouted within and beyond the spectral sword to bend down and into the ground, locking the weapon into place and rendering it useless for Shigure who made an attempt to rise only to freeze when several shoots of brown shot up instantly around his form then curled down, the needle like tips pressing against his exposed skin to hold him still.

The fox spirit strolled over to his opponent, his cool stare met with one of surprise and admiration from the youkai surgeon who spoke in a low but soft tone.

"You are very clever, Youko. Distracting me enough to exploit the weakness in my blade. How did you know the entire interior was dull?"

"By observation," Kurama answered, coming to a stop a few feet from Shigure. "You rested the blade upon your shoulder and your grip never strayed from the inside of the weapon. You were lethal close up so keeping distance was important. As soon as I saw the full extent of your reach, I knew how to counter it and your sword. So it became a simple matter of manipulating you to chase me then acting on that knowledge to serve my purpose."

Shigure tilted his head, catching a glimpse of his now useless weapon trapped between two trees and let out a defeated sigh. "Well then... seeing as my blade has been silenced and I lie trapped here by your own plants, your strength and cunning have proved greater than mine. This match is yours."

Youko gave a nod, acknowledging the doctor's surrender and waved his hand. The plants complied to their master's silent command, slowly withdrawing and returning to the earth from which they had sprung,allowing Shigure to rise. The pair stood far apart, waiting for the HATV's to come and transport them back to the stadium.

Group 5 and Group 106 Okunenju

The light from Hiei's Jagon faded, a smirk tugging at his lips at the image of Youko achieving victory over Mukuro's former second in command. Took you long enough, Kurama. He thought as he headed towards the HATV a short distance ahead of him.

Yusuke meanwhile, was already in the air, and caught a glimpse of the winning moment on the holographic screen floating above the HATV dashboard. The detective grinned and raised a fist, seeing his friend had won the round. "Good job, Kurama!"

The Arena

Koenma let out the breath he'd been holding, ignoring the crowd as they cheered and jeered the victor of Group 64. "Whew... that was a close one, wouldn't you say ogre?" When no response was heard, the prince turned to his left, blinking at the empty space where George was once standing. Relief turned instantly to irritation. Now where in the hell did that ninny go?

Announcer's Station

"Whoo hoo, the foxy former thief of Makai wins group 64's battle royale, making it three for three with the former winners of the Dark Tournament. The second round is shaping up to be one for the record books, folks!" Koto exclaimed, her eyes locked on the perfect features of Youko displayed on the entirety of the stadium monitor.

"It certainly is!"

The fox girl jumped a bit at the intrusive male voice, lifting her gaze to find a blue ogre in a ridiculous red costume, standing to her right, holding the spare mic as he continued to speak,

"Youko is too smart to be defeated so easily! He'll win in the next round too, you just watch!"

Koto recognized this creature from their previous run in during the Dark Tournament and knew he was harmless, though a bit boisterous with his voice and actions. "You're that guy that hangs out with Koe..." She started then stopped when George suddenly cut her off and waved his hands.

"No, no... I don't work for anyone, I swear! I'm just a big fan of Kurama, that's all! Say, can I sit down and join you? Maybe help with some commentary?"

The fox girl tilted her head in thought. She was certain this ogre was the same one that hung out with Prince Koenma. But even if he wasn't, her co announcer, Youda, had bailed on her to go check on his former boss, Yomi. And truth be told, a little muscle around here would be nice, especially if things get out of hand. "Sure... why not."

Yes! George cried inwardly as he grinned and plopped down next to the female announcer. Things were looking up. The ogre trained his eyes on the tall and proud form of Kurama's youkai self and he cheered as well, happy to see the kitsune succeed, unaware that another set of eyes were watching, eyes that wanted to see the kitsune fail... and die.

Enma's compound-Central Command Room

Enma stared at the command room monitor in irritation and disdain at the sight of Kurama in his true form, standing victorious upon the battlefield. Picking up the feed for this... event... was easy enough. After all, the tournament was being broadcast throughout the entirety of Makai. And it wasn't as if the former king of Southern Reikai expected any less from the kitsune. The former spirit detective was, after all, extremely clever and powerful. But would the plan he had Daichi hatch come to fruition? And just how were the matches seeded anyway? Needing answers, Enma called over his shoulder. "Go and find Daichi, Shunjun, and bring him to me."

The blue haired SDF officer, crossed his chest then gave a bow. "As you wish, my king." The large reigen pivoted around and exited the room. He turned right, guided by the ki he could sense, recognizing it as Daichi's and he made his way down the corridor, heading in the direction of the compound training facility.

Enma's compound- training facility

Explosions of blue energy erupted in the darkened confines of a large room, illuminating the focused features of Yoichi. He remained still and unfazed as the blast of ki faded, the even voice of Daichi breaking the sudden silence.

"You've become rather proficient in using a full shield to deflect attacks these past few months, my prince."

Yoichi could hear the nearly prideful tone in his teacher's voice, allowing a humble smile to tug at his lips. "I've had an excellent instructor to guide me." There was no hint of the doubt and inner turmoil riddling the prince's mind and heart. He had tried to follow his father's words; had tried to ignore his own inquisitive nature but the questions would not let him be. Why was Mitsuko not allowed to leave her confinement? What was Kurama to her? Why had the kitsune let the prince live? Why was mother not allowed to visit her own daughter? What was father hiding? Ever since Mitsuko's arrival, the king had been acting strangely. Secretive, irritable, suspicious. Forbidding the prince from asking any questions about his sister or the youkai.

Knowing that direct confrontation would not work and only land him in trouble, Yoichi had resorted to more... sneaky tactics. If father will not answer my questions, then I will have to go to the source itself. But it would take planning, daring, manipulation, and time to figure out a way to bypass every barrier to reach Mitsuko. And it all started with Daichi. So the prince had requested formal instruction in defensive tactics under the guise of protection and the king had readily agreed, assigning Daichi with the task of training the boy. The SDF officer excelled at use of energy and voice to defend and attack and Yoichi was truly grateful for the help even if it was for an entirely different purpose.

Daichi gave a slight nod at the prince's acknowledgment of the SDF officer's skill at training. "I am honored you think so," He said softly before adding, "Now then, I think it's time for your final test of the day." Turning away from the boy, he walked over to the corner of the room and stretched out his right hand, a flash of green light flashing within the dim air as Daichi pressed his palm against the monitor. A faint clicking sound emitted and a small section of metal slid open, revealing a compact storage compartment.

Yoichi studied Daichi with curious eyes, watching as his instructor drew out a pair of gloves the color of snow and carefully slid them on. "What are those for?" He found himself asking.

"For this." Daichi replied, reaching inside the compartment once again.

The prince's eyebrows shot up as the officer drew out a glowing purple orb. There was no pulse of energy that the boy could sense and his eyes widened as tendrils of ki began to leech out of the sphere, the once white gloves shimmering the same color as the fading ki until the orb dissipated completely. He felt it then, a surge of power that materialized within the SDF officer's hand; a power that Daichi should not possess but he had not time to ask as the older male flung the energy orb at him. The prince reacted on instinct, a mobile shield materializing instantly in his left hand. He held it up, intercepting the attack as the sphere slammed into the barrier, exploding on contact, the violent force knocking Yoichi off his feet and he crashed into the hardened ground.

The blonde winced, his dazed eyes falling on the hovering form of Daichi who held out his gloved hand. Yoichi took it, letting the older man pull him to his feet.

"Are you alright, prince?" Daichi asked, releasing the younger man's hand as he backed away.

The boy felt a sting of pain and rubbed his tailbone, grumbling. "I think I'll live but a warning would have been nice."

"I wanted to test your reaction to a sudden attack. A warning would have made it too easy to counter," Daichi replied, studying his student with expectant eyes. "Now, what can you tell me about the energy I just used?"

Instinctively, the prince knew but hesitated a few seconds before answering, "You used youkai energy. But...how is that possible?"

The SDF officer held up his gloved hands and turned them, revealing long lines of green material stitched within the white fabric. "During my studies of youkai, particularly plant masters, I found a common component to their defensive techniques and modified it to an offensive tactic."

Yoichi's brow furrowed. "What tactic?"

"Why, the ability to absorb energy, my prince," Daichi answered. "That's what these kyuuin gloves do. Any being or energy source these gloves come into contact with is absorbed and converted for use by the wielder."

"But wouldn't it also absorb the energy of the one wearing them?"

A slight smile tugged at the corner of the officer's lips. "A good question, but no. The lines act as conduits and distribute the energy within the outer surface while the inner surface is free of absorptive material. This allows the wielder to conserve energy by using the borrowed power while offering an option to use their natural ki once the absorbed energy runs out."

A thought formed in Yoichi's mind at this information. If he could get his hands on a pair of those gloves and somehow get a sample of Daichi's energy... Then I will be able to access Daichi's lab and Mitsuko's room. But how to go about it without raising suspicion? An answer came then and the prince asked, "Can I try it out?"

The SDF officer nodded, slowly tugging off the gloves and handing them to the boy. "Certainly, they adapt instantly to the size of the hand so don't worry about the fit."

Yoichi slipped the gloves on, feeling a slight tingling as the fabric shrunk to fit snugly against the skin. He studied his hands, flexing his fingers as he spoke. "So all I have to do is touch something with energy and these gloves will absorb the power?"

"Correct. But since you've never tried this before, how about we do a practice run with safe energy," Daichi replied then lifted his hand, offering it to the prince. "Go ahead. Test it out."

Surprise marred Yoichi's features but he quickly squashed it, nodding as he reached out and took the officer's hand. Tendrils of blue energy slithered from Daichi's hand into the green lines, the gloves matching the color of the older man's ki until the light faded.

Daichi loosened his hold and withdrew his hand. "Now then, focus your will, imagine the shape you want the power to take and the glove will respond."

The prince did as the officer suggested and lifted his hand, concentrating on the lines, imagining a small orb and the glove reacted, a sphere of blue forming in his hand, the energy undeniably Daichi's. He stared in fascination at the ki sphere now floating above his palm. "Wow... this is... incredible..." His voice carried the truth of his feelings, a good cover for what he asked next as he lifted his hopeful gaze to study Daichi. "Can I keep these gloves?"

Yoichi waited with bated breath as the officer tilted his head to the side. The silence grew and the prince's hope began to fade until at last Daichi spoke.

"You may keep them but they must remain in this room, my prince. They are still in the testing phase and could cause damage if used improperly or in the wrong... circumstances."

This answer did not deter the prince. The training facility was accessible to everyone in the compound. And once I activate my plan, I can waltz in and retrieve the gloves myself. He played the part of a disappointment student, allowing his shoulders to drop and his eyes to lower as he murmured. "Okay... but... can I try them again, tomorrow?"

"If your father allows it, then yes, you may," Daichi replied, turning his head sideways as the doors of the training room opened, revealing the irritated form of Shunjun. The smaller officer quirked an eyebrow as he addressed his compatriot. "Can I help you, Shunjun?"

The blue haired man glared at Daichi as his low voice growled out, "The preliminaries of the Makai tournament are over and our king wishes for you to be present during the second round," He paused, making a motion with his head at Yoichi. "The prince is to be escorted to his room and remain there until the tournament is completed."

"But why do I have to stay in my room? Can't I watch the tournament too?" Yoichi asked, knowing that showing a lack of interest would tip off he was up to something. And if I'm to succeed, I need everyone else distracted.

Daichi turned to Yoichi. "This isn't some simple ningen show created for mere entertainment, my prince. People will die..."

"Youkai are not people," Shunjun interjected with a sneer. "They're animals. And like all animals they resort to violent means to carry out their wills."

Yoichi frowned. "But... from what I've read..." The prince started then stopped, blinking when Daichi cut him off.

"There are youkai who are exceptions, of course, my prince," The green haired male said in an even tone. "But Makai is ruled by violence and threats of violence. It is the way it's always been. And this tournament will do nothing to dispel such a truth. However," Daichi paused, looking over to Shunjun. "Winning such a tournament will take more than brute strength. I think you're selling many youkai short, Shunjun."

The muscles in Shunjun's neck tightened and his voice became agitated. "Being clever doesn't make them intelligent. It makes them harder to kill. In the end they're still animals."

Daichi saw Yoichi itching to argue and he shook his head in warning and shifted to face the boy. "I'll take those gloves now, my prince."

The boy hid his frustration by pouting as he pleaded, "Can't I practice a bit more?"

Daichi shook his head, unmoved by the prince's plea. "The gloves are not perfected and I can't leave you here alone. If you were hurt, the king would have my hide," The officer outstretched his hand, voice soft as he repeated his request. "The gloves, Yoichi."

Yoichi made a face but did as he was told, sliding off the gloves before handing them to Daichi.

The SDF officer made his way back to the open compartment and tossed the gloves inside. The metal door slid closed and Daichi returned to the younger male's side. "Now then, after the tournament is over, and if you still wish to continue training, I will be happy to assist you. But for the time being you should return to your room as your father commanded."

Yoichi gave no argument, moving toward the door as he sulked out of the training facility. He maintained his posture down the hallway until he reached his room. The prince stepped inside, stopping as the metal door slid shut behind him and locked. Normally the thought of being trapped in his room would disturb him but Yoichi knew he'd be free to roam soon enough. But first things first.

The boy strode over to the desk on the side wall drew out the chair. He sunk down upon the blue cushion and gathered his thoughts and will. What he was about to do wasn't without risk. If he was discovered before his plan was carried out, the consequences could be grave, not only for him but for Mitsuko as well. But I have to know the truth.

Yoichi drew in a breath and let it out slowly before lifting his hands to the blank monitor before him. Security protocols had been put in place after the prince's previous hacking attempt. Rather than voice activation, access to all systems required complex strings of silent command prompts. Knowing an aggressive approach would trigger an alarm, the young reigen bypassed main channels, sneaking in through the back door and into the fortress of the central programming. His eyes sifted through a sea of files until his gaze fell upon video monitoring and he isolated the entire video feed system. The screen came alive in color, split into column and rows, revealing where every living being within the compound was currently residing.

He began a checklist, making sure his mother was still asleep, all officers were within their rooms, then suddenly paused at the image of his father and the highest ranking subordinates in the central command room. There was a serious look upon Daichi's face as the king addressed him and the boy found himself turning on the audio feed to listen.

Central Command Room

"Well, Daichi, what do you think?"

The green haired officer kept his gaze on the monitor, watching as Kurama was picked up from his assigned battlefield. He had listened to the king explain the results of the battle royale and his subsequent questions and answered in a slightly distracted voice. "Kurama is a formidable fighter, especially in his youkai form so it is no surprise that he won. Which is why the seeding was always important."

"But how can we be sure that Shachi will be Kurama's next opponent?"

Daichi did not answer at first, his keen eyes studying the image of the crowd being flashed on the screen, something caught his eyes as the feed swept around the spectator sections but he did not elaborate as to what was so interesting as he replied, "Do not worry, my king, Shachi and Kurama will meet up in the next round. And with the enhancements I've created for him, our chosen youkai should be able to defeat the fox spirit and put an end to the threat of our ultimate goal."

"And you're certain of this?"

"It will all work out, my lord, you will see that soon enough." Daichi replied, turning his gaze over to Shunjun who snorted.

"And what of this brilliant plan of yours? What if it doesn't pan out? What then? You think draining Botan of all her power is going to solve everything?"

Daichi ignored the tone of challenge in Shunjun's voice, his own subdued and even. "I would prefer not to go that far, Shunjun."

"And why is that, Daichi? Don't tell me you've grown soft on that little wench," Shunjun taunted, heat in his voice as he growled. "You know what crimes Botan's committed. She deserves no less than death for her treason."

At this, Yoichi, who was still listening, gasped. Death? For treason? What treason? Surely father wouldn't...

"Shunjun is right," Enma murmured. "If things do not work out in this tournament, we may have to take extreme measures."

Daichi frowned. "But, sir, Mitsuko hasn't reached her full potential... if we take her life force now, it will not be enough for the next phase of our plan."

Enma was not moved. "We may not have the luxury of time, Daichi. If Kurama wins or finds allies at the end of this tournament, we may have no choice but to drain her energy completely... in order to survive what is to come."

Yoichi's room

The boy could listen no more, shocked as he was at the content of conversation. A sickness began to swell in his heart and his stomach. Why would father willingly murder Mitsuko? Why would they drain her energy? What was the purpose? What crime was so bad that Shunjun would wantonly desire to kill the girl? His questions suddenly became secondary to the very real threat of his sister being executed. I have to get Mitsuko out of here. But how?

Yoichi's gaze shifted to the top right corner, wrinkles marring his brow at what he saw. There, illuminated by the light of some kind of energy barrier, lay a young woman asleep. Locks the color of cerulean cascaded over part of the lady's features but what he could see reminded him so much of his beloved mother that it left no doubt as to the girl's identity. Though he had only saw her briefly once before, there was no doubt this girl was his sister.

He needed to free Mitsuko but in order to do that he had to first cover his tracks and get the guard to leave his post. Yoichi executed a series of commands, setting a timer loop on all active feeds save for central command then searched for guard duty lists. Once that was accomplished, Yoichi isolated the radio frequency, blocking it from being heard by anyone but the guard then cleared his throat, drawing on his memory of Shunjun's voice as he spoke into the communication mic. "Officer Hanaka, what is your status report?"

There was a small pause of static before the dark haired officer replied in an even tone. "Same as usual, sir. Nothing to report."

"Hmph... very well. Since everyone is on lock down, you may retire to your room as well. I'll send Officer Takaedo to take your post within the hour."

"Are you sure that's wise, sir? Doesn't the king..."

"Are you questioning my orders, soldier?" Yoichi snapped, using Shunjun's voice and short temper to his advantage.

"No, sir... I just... I don't want to get in trouble."

"Do what you're told and there won't be any trouble, Hanaka."

The guard shifted and looked around nervously before complying. "As you order, sir."

"Good. Shunjun out." Yoichi cut off radio communication then used a passive code to deactivate any and all alarms then imputed one last command. The prince picked up a faint hissing noise and smiled. He pushed back the chair and rose, moving quickly towards the now opened door before entering the hallway. Despite the video loop, the boy knew his time would be limited to however long the tournament took to end. And if he were caught, the punishment would be severe. But I cannot rest until I free Mitsuko.

Driven by a determination to help his sister, Yoichi snuck along each hallway, mindful of any anomaly that could expose his position but no threat presented itself. His mind went though the next stage of his plan as he turned a corner and entered the training facility. Without hesitation, the prince headed to the small storage unit on the side wall and lifted his hand, pressing his finger against the small blue button and the door slid aside. The prince reached in and pulled out the gloves from his previous exercise with Daichi. The SDF officer's power still radiated within the absorptive fabric. The boy pocketed the gloves, exiting the way he came. There was a tenseness building in his muscles, the anticipation and nervousness growing the closer he grew to his destination. At last, Yoichi came to a stop and drew out a glove, sliding the fabric onto his hand. The pulse of energy was there and he willed it forward, pressing his hand upon the scanner.

The door to his left obeyed the silent command, the soft clicking of a lock unlatching audible, a small hiss of air escaping as the door slid open and disappeared into the side wall. Yoichi lowered his hand back to the side and let out the breath he'd been holding. There were no alarms; no signals that any one knew what he was doing. Realizing he had some time to act upon his plan to free Mitsuko, the prince moved forward, cautiously stepping inside the room, jumping a bit as the door slid shut behind him. Wrapped in darkness once more, the prince began to slowly make his way towards his sister.

It was the quick burst of light that alerted Botan to the presence of another and she stepped up to the edge of her prison, glaring into the inky blackness beyond the barrier. "Who's there? Show yourself?"

Yoichi stopped in his tracks at the sudden display of words flashing across the ki shield. This brought more questions and more confusion. Why was Mitsuko's voice silenced? Was she a threat of some kind? Was she like him? Adept in mimicry? Or did it have something to do with her unique ki? Ki that his father wanted to drain? He drew closer to the wall of blue energy, noting the anger flaring in his sister's eyes and something... akin to anxiety and the prince felt a sudden impulse to put her at ease, calling out softly using Daichi's voice. "Computer, half lights please."

Botan's gaze shifted as the curtain of black lifted away, anger and suspicion morphing into shock at the figure now before her. It wasn't his youth or his manner of dress, so like Koenma's royal garb, that surprised her, nor was it the curiosity and nervousness as he fidgeted in his spot a few feet from her. It was his features... so like her own... and his eyes.. reflections of the same shade as Mizuki... as her mother. Anxiety bloomed in her heart, her words coming out in shaking tones, afraid of the truth already screaming in her mind. "Who... Who are you?"

The prince read the words, puzzled as to the question but he answered nonetheless. "My name is Yoichi. Son of King Enma and Queen Mizuki."

His answer slammed into her with the force of a knockout blow and she clenched her stomach as if struck. The ferry girl's legs buckled and she collapsed, crashing onto her knees as she fought for air.

Yoichi's eyes widened as he watched his sister fall. "Mitsuko!"

Botan lifted her head at the sound of her given name, watching as the concerned teen crouched down opposite of her. "Enma... he... married my mother?"

"Our mother, yes," Yoichi replied, growing accustomed to the words flashing along the ki shield. "But I thought you knew that already?"

Botan merely shook her head as if to deny the truth.

Yoichi frowned, shifting to sit down, searching her face as he murmured in realization. "You had no idea of my existence, did you?"

She shook her head. "No. I believed my mother to be dead... but when I woke up here... Atsushi told me she was still alive... but that I could not see her."

"Atsushi?"

"A green haired reigen who worked for my grandfather in Reikai," She explained softly, though the prince could not her her voice. "And apparently works for Enma as well."

Yoichi's tilted his head, his mind making the connection with his sister's description of her kidnapper, slight trepidation in his voice as he murmured, "The only officer with green hair in my father's employ is Daichi. He's the tech officer and a second in command of the compound," He paused, recalling his conversation with the SDF officer. "He said you were brought to Makai to keep you safe from a demon named Kurama."

"Brought to Makai for my own safety?" Botan's gaze flashed with anger to match the heat in her words. "I wasn't brought here for my own safety. I was initially kidnapped and held against my will because I was in love with a youkai."

Yoichi's eyes widened as the words took form in front of him, shock seizing hold of his face. Was this the treason Shunjun spoke of? Simply for being in love? "Daichi... kidnapped you?"

"Yes... to keep me from being with Kurama. Or so I thought. When Atsushi..." Botan paused, correcting herself. "I mean, Daichi, spoke to me he claimed that my reason for being in Makai had nothing to do with my feelings for Kurama. That I had to search inside myself for an answer and until you told me who you were, I had no clue as to who was the mastermind behind my imprisonment."

Yoichi knew the answer, following his sister's train of thought, vocalizing it as he spoke. "It was my father who had you brought here."

Botan nodded. "That's why I was taken by Daichi and held captive here. Your father needs something from me... something to do with my power, but I cannot say what exactly he hopes to gain by imprisoning me here. I will not submit or allow him to take anything from me again."

Wrinkles formed along Yoichi's brow. The idea of his father willfully ordering the kidnapping and holding Mitsuko against her will did not suit the young prince. But if what he'd heard earlier in the command room was any indicator, there was more unsettling news to come. Despite the fear of what he would learn, the boy needed to know the full truth. "Again? What all has my father done?"

The ferry girl hesitated to share what she knew with the man before her. After all, Yoichi was Enma's son. But he also was the son of Mizuki and therefore blood of her blood. And if I can convince him of the truth, it's possible he could help me escape. Drawing in a breath she let it out slowly and began to relate all that she knew, watching the prince carefully as she spoke.

Yoichi listened as his sister told him of his father's deceit, of his plot to kill Mitsuko's father, of his dealings with youkai, his abuse of power, and Enma's cruel treatment of his first wife, the abduction of Mitsuko and punishing her for loving a demon. His sister's words ripped apart the facade of a king, exposing the dark truth. That his father had no honor and no shame. He had caused death and discord, willfully violating the law of Reikai for his own gain. Everything began to make sense.

His father's long absences, the confinement in a world so very far from the own, the odd behavior of his mother around Mitsuko, her inability to remember the past. Enma had done something to her mind... And to Mitsuko's as well. All to hide a terrible secret long buried. To have a woman that was not his. Anger mixed with shock and resignation as he met Mitsuko's gaze. She was right... his father was truly corrupt and intent on using his sister for the nefarious purpose of stealing her energy, thus killing her in the process... He had judged well, wanting to help her to escape. Yet there were other factors involved as well. If he set her free and remained... he would suffer the punishment for committing treason of his own, even if it were justified. And his mother... what of her? She would be doomed to live a lie, trapped in a mental prison she could never break out of. None of them could remain here and live. Which meant they would have to flee.

But could Yoichi do this? Was it even possible to release his sister from her prison? And his mother? Would mother even be willing to leave? It doesn't matter. He thought. The only thing that matters right now is leaving this place together. He studied the barrier for a moment before suddenly rising to his feet.

Botan lifted her head as her brother stood, mirroring his motions, a bit of worry in her voice as she watched him lift his gloved hand. "What are you doing, Yoichi?"

"I'm going to get you out of here," The prince answered, a look of determination flashing across his face as pressed his palm against the barrier, the ki resonated with the energy in his glove. This had to work but how to break the ki wall without setting off alarms. "Tell me, Mitsuko, how often did Daichi come to visit you?"

"Daily," Botan answered. "Usually to bring me food. Why?"

Yoichi read her answer then asked, "And how would he deliver the food?"

Botan pointed at the floor. "Through a small port at the bottom of the field. It seemed to respond to his touch."

"To his touch..." Yoichi murmured, a thought coming to him then and he crouched down, tracing his gloved hand in a rectangular pattern, hope rising in him as an opening formed and he willed the shape to grow, until it became the size of a doorway.

Relief and joy filled Botan at the sight of an exit and she made to step forward only to stop when Yoichi held up a hand. "What's wrong?"

"Do you know how to suppress your energy, Mitsuko?"

"Yes," The ferry girl answered with a nod. "A youkai named Kanjaku taught me."

"That's good, cause you're going to need to do that if we're to escape from here."

"We?"

"Our mother, you, and myself," Yoichi elaborated, backing away so his sister could step out into the room then explained, "I cannot stay here any longer... not after learning what father has done... and if I set you free and stay behind... I will be killed... or imprisoned... and our mother... must be healed... she'd been manipulated into living a lie... losing you... and me... will break her completely... so we must all go together... or remain and die..."

Botan willed her ki to go dormant, stepping out of her prison and following Yoichi as he pivoted and made his way to the door. "I want to live... and I know you do too... but will mother cooperate?" She asked, waiting for the prince as he opened the door and poked his head outside.

There was no sign of any detail. And there should be none while the tournament continues. "Our mother is a heavy sleeper. It's possible I can carry her out of here with her none the wiser. But we must move quickly. I cannot guarantee how long we will remain undetected."

The ferry girl did not question the prince, moving silently behind Yoichi as the pair maneuvered down a series of corridors before the boy came to a stop before a double set of doors. She watched as he reached out, resting his gloved hand on a green monitor that looked like some kind of hand print analyzer then followed him in after the doors opened. Her gaze focused on the blonde woman asleep upon a four poster bed, her heart hammering in her chest in realization. This was Mizuki... her mother.. . She wanted to rush over and hug her... tell her how much she loved her... to cry with her and to know more about her... but her mind understood now was not the time. Instead, Botan remained still as Yoichi lifted Mizuki gently and slung her over his shoulder. He was singing softly, the sound barely audible to her and found herself a bit drowsy. What was going on?

The prince saw Botan's reaction and called out softly, "You must not listen to my voice, Mitsuko, block it out. Close off your hearing... chant something inside your head... so that you will not fall asleep..."

The ferry girl shook her head, clearing it as she whispered. "That voice... those words... I've heard them before..."

Yoichi lowered his gaze, voice and expression apologetic as he whispered in return. "It does not surprise me... Daichi taught me many things... it was his voice you probably heard... that made you fall asleep... when you were kidnapped."

Botan frowned, wanting to question him further but the boy lifted his head and shook it, silencing her for the moment as he walked past her and exited the bedroom. The ferry girl followed close behind, surprised at the myriad of hallways and corridors that marked what appeared to be a massive compound of some kind. "How much further?" She whispered as she moved briskly down the well lit hall.

"We are nearly to the entrance. Once there, it's a simple matter of climbing the stairs to reach the surface."

Surface? Botan repeated in her head. Were they underground? And how long had this place been in Makai? How long had Enma been plotting and planning his schemes? And just what his end game? So many questions and too little answers. It was frustrating and infuriating. But it could not be helped. Yoichi had been right earlier. Escape first, get answers later.

The corridor came to what appeared to be a dead end and at first Botan grew nervous only to let out a sigh of relief as Yoichi reached out and pressed his gloved hand against another monitor, the doors slowly giving way and sliding to the side, revealing a winding staircase. This must be the way out. She thought, trailing behind the prince and the pair began their ascent, darkness shrouding the way as the doors behind them slid shut.

There was no fear in Yoichi at this, having traversed this path many times. His fear was one of distance. How much could they put behind them before his father found out what he'd done? They reached the top of the stairs and the boy reached out with his left hand, feeling the rough bark of the entrance tree and he unleashed a small amount of energy, the trunk giving way, light flooding the darkness, opening the path to their freedom.

Botan blinked as the way opened, her eyes adjusting to the light and she stepped forward, out of the stifling confines of the compound and looked around in curiosity. "Where are we, Yoichi?"

Yoichi knew of course where they were. The question was, where could they go? They needed to find someone who could offer them protection... but where would they find them? Who would take in three reigens... Of course! He exclaimed. There is someone who can help us! But could they get there in time? "We are in the Southern lands of Makai... but we must head west if we are to be safe from my father and his men."

Botan lowered her gaze to study her brother. "Why is that?"

"Because that is where the Makai tournament is taking place."

The ferry girl's brow furrowed. "Tournament?"

"For control of Makai," Yoichi answered as he led her quickly away from the compound and onto a lesser traveled road. "Every high ranking youkai will be there... and it is also where we will find Kurama."

At the mention of her lover's name, Botan perked up. "Kurama is still here?"

"Yes," The prince replied, a frown marring his youthful features. "Though I don't know how far to the west the tournament is being held. It could take three days or three weeks on foot to arrive there and I cannot carry mother forever," He paused, his expression crestfallen. "I fear we will be caught before we can reach him," The boy continued on but stopped when he heard his sister's steps go silent and he turned, eyebrows shooting up at the sight of Mitsuko sitting on top of a floating... oar? "How did you do that without using your ki?"

"Because it's part of my job, silly," Botan replied with a soft smile. "I am a ferry girl after all." She lowered the oar, watching as the prince shifted the unconscious Mizuki off his right shoulder and into his arms, cradling her as he walked forward.

Yoichi slid on, sitting down directly behind the ferry girl, wincing a bit at the uncomfortable position of the wood pressed against his... sensitive parts, pouting at the girl's chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing..." Botan replied with a small grin. "Just that I remember a certain redhead who had the same reaction the first time he hitched a ride on a ferry girl's oar," Her amused features turned serious, her voice a bit more commanding as she spoke. "Now hold on tight and whatever you do, don't look down."

Yoichi started to protest, gripping the section of oar in front of him with his left hand as he continued to hold his mother against him with his right, a yip of surprise escaping his lips as the oar suddenly shot off like a cannon, zooming away from the place Yoichi called home and into the great unknown of the west where legions of youkai... and Kurama... awaited.

And that's a wrap for this chapter. Shorter than others but with my lack of motivation and real life issues, I'm happy to have finished it for posting. More than likely there is only one, possibly two chapters left for this story of mine. We'll get extra detail for Hiei's fight, a skimming of Yusuke's, and a finale of Kurama's vs Shachi... and in that order as well as I mix things up before the reunion between Kurama and Botan... and Enma's reaction to what Yoichi's done. Hope all enjoyed this chapter. Next up will be my RK story update and then my KB M rated story update. Onto reviews.

PenguinsHockey14- My troll was very amusing... I doubt this person even reads this story. If they did, I'd be hearing crap about it as well. Kurama and Botan belong together, so I make that happen in my stories. That you have that reaction makes me smile. I am sorry that it took so long to update but I lost all motivation to write with the worries of my family and the greater responsibility I have now. It makes finding time to write difficult. I got so off track that I stopped writing for months. I do hope to have this updated before six months again though. It sucks waiting for an update. You are welcome and I hope you liked this chapter as well. Thanks for taking the time to leave me a few lines!

Animercom- Yoichi and Botan have very similar traits and their scent would be similar as well so that is how Kurama knew. That line is one of my favorite's as well. Hiei does love to annoy and tease Kurama. Great fun! As you read, Yoichi has freed Botan and brought Mizuki along for the ride. In good conscious he cannot help his father... he had to save his sister and his mother. No matter what the consequences may be. I will have more action in the next chapter. Hope you're still reading this and I thank you for your review!

Peonyrose100- I always seem to make things difficult for them, don't I? I'm a jerk that way but angst is a part of my stories so I go with it. I'm glad you've enjoyed it so far and I thank you for the review! Hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!

Queen 0f Games- Yes, I started the Makai Tournament and I had a real hard time writing it because I lost all motivation to work on anything. Depression will do that to you. I'm sure you know that as well.

Yep! Kurama and Botan's bond is indeed strong! Daichi is having a hard time because Botan is becoming too strong to control, hence the many barriers he had to enact.

I do love to write Hiei x Mukuro so expect to read more of their thoughts and feelings on each other when they face off in the next chapter.

Yeah, Kurama understood the danger... and the reasoning of Mukuro was sound. The more allies he has the better... He needed help from his friends... and he got it. The kitsune is a lucky man indeed. And as you read, it was Yoichi who freed Botan... and escaped with her... and brought Mizuki in tow. Enma is not going to be a happy man when he finds out.

I hope your New Year's was good. Haven't heard from ya in a while and I worry, ya know? And I'll be working on Love and Vengeance next so that should be up within the month, sooner if I can motivate myself enough. Thanks for leaving me a review. I always look forward to hearing from you and your thoughts!