Aiko P.O.V:

These tournaments, on television, they just go on non-stop, fight after bloody fight. A continuous cycle of death. Off screen, there are intermissions to clean up sweat from the ring, in this case, Roto's carcass. We had retreated to the locker rooms for our half hour intermission. Takeshi had joined us, assuring us that the girls were safely being watched by Koenma. It did not assure me one bit. We sat in silence, the three of us. Kurama and Takeshi sat on the either side of me back against the lockers, as I chugged a water bottle, ignoring the fact some had spilled down the sides of my mouth. Pulling back with a gasp, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand pausing as I noted Kurama's gaze.

"Thirsty?" I asked shaking the bottle in front of him, the water sloshing noisily. He started shaking his head, stopping himself and grabbing the bottle. "You can waterfall if you-oh" my sentence ended as he put his mouth to the bottle and drank. Less messy than myself, I might add, but made me blush regardless. "That's unhygienic. You don't know where my mouth's been." I quipped attempting to make a joke.

"Oh? Where has your mouth been exactly, little one?" Takeshi growled out low, his nose brushing the curve of my ear. I opened my mouth and closed it, looking like a fish out of water.

"I-" I tried to form a comprehensible sentence causing both the demons to burst into laughter. I should be more flustered and embarrassed, but my chest warmed at their closeness and the familiar sound. I wanted to wrap myself in the sound itself and never leave the cocoon. They were so beautiful, and I was so terrible for wanting them both. Instinctively, I reached for both their hands and held them. The action made their laughs bubble down to chuckles as they both turned to look at me, gently squeezing my hand back.

"I missed you both." I sighed contently, leaning my head back against the lockers. The room was filled with the sounds of a snoring Yusuke and the quiet ramblings of Kuwabara and Botan. The locker room was pristine for a series of death battles. No scuffs or piss in the corners. Would almost resemble a fancy gym's locker room. Hell, the only scent present was the blood and sweat of both Kurama and Kuwabara. The former had me fighting myself not to bury my face into the crook of his neck. He shouldn't smell this inviting. Pretty boy is your friend Aiko, friends don't try to inhale the scent of friends I chided myself. Flustered now, I blew a strand of loose hair from my face, feeling the stares of the two demons on my mind currently. The buzzer went off popping the bubble of comfort we had forged briefly. We rose and I looked at Takeshi who caught my elbow and turning me, so my back was against the locker. A grin crawled along my lips as he pressed a kiss to my lips, chaste, unlike him. He chuckled at my pout.

"Later..." He growled out, twisting a strand of my hair between his fingers before motioning me with a head tilt towards the locker room exit.

Takeshi P.o.V:

It was difficult to tell what she was thinking right now, her walls so secure it was like hitting a dead end. She couldn't stop the small scent of arousal from earlier, the thought drawing a salacious grin to my face. I feared she had fallen for the detective while she was gone and had not want to communicate with us through guilt. Or she was dead. The little bit of arousal from her had my chest swelling with pride. I wished there was more time to pick her mind on the training. Something had changed within her. Not her spirit energy which wrapped around me like a lost lover, teasing my nerves and caressing me. I couldn't put my finger on it and instead I decided to put a pin in it. For now.

Kurama P.O.V:

"Don't worry Pretty Boy, I'll be careful when I take his head off his shoulders." She said, arms crossed and hip cocked. She looked so small and unintimidating. Like a little girl playing dress up. However, the energy about her said different, not to dismiss the wicked glint in her eye.

"That won't be necessary. We still have two available fighters Aiko." I try to appeal to her.

"I am only stepping in for Yusuke if he is asleep. Now answer me this- Is this battle going to end in one of our teammates dying or is what I am feeling just stage fright?" she asked feigning indifference. Which was far from true, her muscles twitched, and she began to bounce slightly; avid for a chance to fight.

"He will be an issue." I answered her truthfully, watching her nod with barely contained enthusiasm from my peripheral. It was up to the Masked Fighter or Hiei and I don't think Hiei would last in this fight. Aiko's statement unsettled me as well. Her chomping at the bits, wanting to fight from her not wanting to take part in this tournament, three months ago was very much unlike her. Aiko was a passive thing, wanting to protect but never one to go on the aggressive. I taught her better. Catching sight of the sleeping Spirit Detective caused me to wince internally. That battle aggression was more of a Yusuke tactic and I worried he may have rubbed off on her. The crowd had gone from roars of anger to cheering once more, the change of tone ruining my silent perusal of Aiko's demeanor.

"What? Their team leader is fighting now?" I asked, taken by surprise at Zeru, who took long strides towards the center of the ring. He was joining the battle sooner than I had anticipated, leaving us with three fighters, one who was a mystery and the other two weren't ready for him. His stance may have portrayed a quiet disregard for us, but the harsh glimmer in his eyes showed his anger towards Roto's death. Not because of comradery but the embarrassment of losing to one of us.

"But he should go last. Maybe there's a mistake?" Kuwabara added as perplexed as I was. He was wrong on this being a mistake though, Zeru was clearly the leader and he wasn't saving the best for last.

"Let me take him in Yusuke's place." Aiko practically purred, a grunt of distaste escaped my mouth before I could stop it. Anticipation shone brightly on her face as she grinned wildly, her eyes glowing, sparks of electricity filling them. The aggressive flow of her youkai wasn't something I had seen from her either. Had this come from her training?

"No, hound. Zeru is definitely the strongest of the four remaining. He's fighting angry, it's obvious he's not taking this seriously enough." Hiei interrupted, his words bringing a frown to Aiko's face, her upper lip lifting to bare a fang. The obvious flouting of Hiei's decision made him direct his anger from Zeru to her.

"Yes, and we're just the picture of professionalism." Botan heckled as she stared down at the sleeping Spirit Detective. She was ignored as Aiko and Hiei glared at one another a wordless conversation being exchanged; judging by the slight sneer she gave him. She had changed, she'd never have challenged Hiei before. The changes left me feeling troubled, her behavior was as unpredictable now as her powers had been. I watched the spectacle, at a loss of what to do, I did not want to be the catalyst to which they both exploded, nor did I want this to go on much longer.

Finally, in what was a matter of minutes, she snorted and took a step back from Hiei; waving her hand in annoyance. "Fine." She hissed already walking away, her lips set in a firm line. She was angry, but she also wasn't fighting against Zeru. I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or uneasy seeing as Hiei was not prepared for the level of power Zeru had. He was fighting on pride and pride often lead to a warrior's downfall.

"Urameshi Team, can we get on with it here?" Koto pleaded with us earning Aiko's anger. An inhumane growl came from her making Koto blanch, blinking quickly at the human passing hound, possibly seeing if she had made a mistake on labeling her as human. A fatal mistake.

"I'll go, this one has been irritating me ever since last night." Hiei declared, tossing his scarf away, flitting to the center of the ring before Aiko even caught the garment.

"Aiko, are you alright?" I inquired as she crossed her arms, staring daggers at the two in the ring. Was she more irritated with Hiei or Zeru at this point?

"Peachy. So did you guys all sign a pact of protecting me from the big bad tournament demons or is this a coincidence?" Was the sarcastic reply to my question.

"Chill… out Blue… now's not the time… to go hunting… the old hag will kill... us." Yusuke slurred turning onto his other side. I was grateful for his outburst, the words seemingly pacifying Aiko who let out a breath, sparks flying from her mouth as she did.

"Yeah yeah, grease head. Sorry Pretty Boy just, a lot is riding on this and to be put on the bleachers twice, it's hurting my feelings." She tried to come off funny but failed, pushing her hair back with a frustrated sigh. I wanted to reassure her at that moment, I didn't want her to feel like a damsel in distress, worried she might backtrack in her training. A sudden power surge from the arena cut me short. Flames shot from Zeru towards us, the heat blistering as it roared towards us, threatening to devour all in its path. Raising my arm and taking a few steps back, I prepared for it to hit me full force, only for a wall of electricity to shoot up in front of me diverting the fire's path. I glanced at Aiko, who didn't even look as if it took effort as she shielded us and the crowd behind us. Her brows were knit together in rage, and the look of feral outrage lit across her face. Why was she making the effort to- turning sharply to look at the crowd I caught sight of three familiar faces. Kuronue, Keiko and Kuwabara's sister, Shiziru. She was protecting them from the flames. Not only that, but Zeru had made the mistake of endangering those that she valued. The flames dissipated and I watched intrigued as her shield greedily lapped it up, feeding on his youki. Perhaps she was using his power to power her shields... but the level of control not to engorge and overdo it? I grew more and more curious.

"Yeah Pretty Boy, I learned this from training too. Maybe after the match I can show you all the nifty things I learned." She verbalized without casting me a glance. I didn't realize I was gawking at her display of control. One thing was certain, this wasn't the unsure Aiko I had said goodbye to three months ago. It wasn't the terrified girl, no, a metamorphosis of some sort had happened. This… she was beginning to resemble the Fu Dogs of legend. A furious one at that.

Kuronue P.O.V:

She was strong. Stronger than when she had left, there was no question. The panicked look on Kurama's face as he saw me in the crowd did little to settle the concern growing in my gut. I didn't want either of them to know I was here initially not wanting to distract them. But I'm glad plans changed. This force field she had erected, saving us from the crass demon's attack; was something to be marveled. There was no hesitation, an immediate defense to his offense. I couldn't help but beam at how she had progressed. Months ago, the current she had was blowing up light bulbs and draining power. Now, she was creating walls of electricity and targeting small chips inside detonators.

"Aiko... is she a demon too, Takeshi? Are you a demon like that red head boy?" Keiko asked nervously. I looked up, thinking of a nice way to say it. Should I drop the act and show her the real Takeshi or cater to her human sensibilities? I had been thinking about it since Koenma called me to escort the girls due to the spineless behavior of a certain Grim reaper. I decided against keeping up the facade.

"In short, Yukimura, yes. We are not human. Aiko, she is something a lot more impressive than the scum littering these rows." I said crossing my arms, my human front crumbling.

"Why didn't you tell me? My parents hired you, and Yusuke... you knew all along?" her tone no longer a quiver but gaining courage as anger outweighed fear.

"Yes Keiko, how would that work? Oh, Yusuke is a spirit detective and I am an ex criminal who is doing community service for thievery. Also, Aiko is a Fu Dog who eats demons like those around us without a second thought." I ended with a chuckle as her eyes shifted to Aiko.

"She eats demons like these... but she's so small. How?" Keiko asked, her interest piqued. That's really what she paid attention to? Not the ex-criminal part but my girl's specific diet?

"You'll have to ask her." I told her, giving her another smirk that made her blush and look away to the battle. Again, I looked at Aiko, who was dressed in her black leggings with mesh cut outs along her calves. Leggings that showed what the training had done to those legs I had already loved. She wore a sleeveless black hoodie, the arm holes dropping low enough to reveal the maroon sports bra she had on underneath. She had toned up since I last saw her, still lithe but no longer the clumsy high school girl look. A more feline grace that shown itself in her movements as she paced, the shield having dropped away. The loose braid she had was slowly becoming undone as she strode side to side like a lion behind a zoo cage. Restless. The bare feet adding to her savage look. "Oh Genkai, what did you do to my sweet hound." I whispered to myself, the smirk I had broadening to a wide grin. The small kiss in the locker room was as much restraint as I had. I wanted to trap her in the locker room till she told me everything, hide her from this damned tournament. Now. Now I wanted to see her fight, the thought painting a wild grin on my face.

"She was training with Genkai? Yusuke's teacher, right?" Keiko asked suddenly reminding me that the reaper had told them everything, my smile quickly turning into a grimace before I collected myself.

"Yes, she did, and trust me Keiko, she makes all these demons look like kittens." I replied proudly.

Aiko P.O.V:

Flames licked the stadium floor, greedy to scorch anything they touched. I pressed my side against Kurama, ignoring the trembling of my body. I wasn't scared, but I wanted to jump in that ring. My energy was distracted at the closeness of the fox, running along where we touched, so fixated on him. It was as if my energy wasn't afraid to show its infatuation with him. Unlike myself. I couldn't be into him, not while I was with Takeshi. Perhaps this was a simple Fu Dog, this is my pack. Yet, I couldn't shake the fact that what I was feeling for Takeshi, I felt in inklings for Kurama. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair to Takeshi, what I was feeling. You can't be attracted to two people. I couldn't love Kurama, it was girly hormones, it had to be. I touched my lips from where Takeshi had kissed me earlier and shook my head roughly. Yes, hormones and me missing Takeshi confusing me. Finding my resolve in that reasoning, I straightened, still touching Kurama to divert my energy from the warring demons in the arena.

The crackling of Zeru's flames was thunderous, stopping me from hearing anything they were saying though I caught Hiei's violent youki as he avoided the blasts of fire Zeru was shooting from his palm. Zeru said something that worked Hiei up more than he was before this match.

"Unfortunately, Hiei was not charred by the fire, but there's more coming his way." Koto broadcasted, her voice ringing above the constant crackle of fire. Mesmerized by Hiei's movements as he dodged the flames whilst airborne, I made note of the Koorime's speed and Zeru's blasts. Hiei dodged with such speed I almost had trouble following him, if not for my more primitive side homing in on him like a cat did a laser light. I wasn't at risk of stalking him, no, he was my new focal point. Zeru may have wielded intense control over the flames, but he was not as quick as Hiei. Shooting fire wasn't really that impressive, especially since it was easily deflected with my own shields that only seemed to drink up the energy he threw.

That's what my power did, it drank up whatever I ate. If I hadn't eaten in a long while, my energy cannibalized other sources of energy for sustenance. Batteries, electrical appliances, underground wires and in dire cases other demons. Lucky me, I got a power that was as much of a voracious eater as I was.

Zeru continued to launch fire balls with reckless abandon, all of them missing and falling into the crowd. A stray projectile followed Hiei onto the overhead of the stadium, missing him but decimating the structure. It collapsed with a large crash, crushing any unlucky spectators below. I searched the crowd again for the familiar faces, sighing with relief as Takeshi waved at me. Seeing his face made my heart leap to my throat, heat rushing to my cheeks. I'd have thrown myself at him at any other time. Right now, that was out of question. Suddenly, being this close to Kurama seemed wrong. Stepping aside would have been easy if my youki didn't snag onto Kurama's drawing a gasp from both of us. With gentle reassurance to myself mostly, it calmed down.

Hiei descended from his now destroyed perch, his back to us as Zeru chuckled maliciously, his temperament growing as erratic and hostile as the flames that danced around his body.

"Zeru's blows are fantastic and Hiei must run for his life! Along with a good deal of the fanbase." Koto blurted out turning to look at the panicked section of the crowd. The scent of burned flesh and demon blood made my gums tingle, though I was cognizant of the fact that I was due for a hunt with or without the smell. Zeru showed little regard of the lives of the crowd, which I was exactly filled with concern for them either. They had been threatening us since I woke up. No, I was only concerned for the lives of Takeshi, Shiziru and Keiko. Who had no reason to be here... yet there they were. I shot a glare at Botan who was too entrenched with the battle to notice.

Zeru's flames died down as he spoke to Hiei, his now outstretched hands filling up with flames. Another projectile? Surely, he had more up his sleeve then slinging flames wildly. His bearing changed with whatever Hiei's retort was. Knowing Hiei's darling temperament, I could understand the scowl that darkened Zeru's face as his power exploded around him. Flames shot from around his body violently, as if he had been sprayed with fuel. My shields went up ravenously lapping up the excess energy, filling a pit that was forming in my gut. The flames climbed higher and higher, reaching out of the arena and into the sky. The crowd had gone silent, the power increasing the arena's temperature and causing a gust of hot wind to fill the area, whipping my hair around me, the braid coming undone. Something new?

"This guy's kind of crazy..." Kuwabara muttered, taking in the flaming pillar before us. I licked my lips which were suddenly dry as the pit in my gut churned violently. This time it wasn't hunger, this time I feared for Hiei. The flames hovered above Zeru as he brought his arms out and slowly wrapped his open right palm on the fist he had created with his left. The flow of the pillar changed no longer shooting up towards the sky but siphoning back into him, filling him with the heat of his youki. He was cannibalizing his energy, glowing a bright red as he did, as vibrant as heated metal. Koto gasped in disbelief stepping back as she watched Zeru glow.

"What's this? Oh WOW! His skin is changing color!" she yelled narrowly dodging a stray flame. "He seems to be engulfed in heat. He is glowing like a poker." she voice trailed off in silent awe. I barely bit back a snarl as Zeru charged Hiei, his hand tearing through the Koorime's chest, flames engulfing Hiei's body, the force of the blow launching the Koorime backwards. He hadn't made a move to stop it. Or try to stop it. I stared wide-eyed as Zeru continued his assault, launching a powered-up version of his fireballs, further submerging Hiei in flames. Overkill.

"Wow Zeru, you never told us you could be so savage. I LOVE IT" Koto cried out, excited about the display of power, a waste of power honestly.

"Aiko, you mustn't interfere." Kurama managed out as he gripped my arm. I hadn't noticed I began to walk forward, shock settling over me.

"NO! No! I can't believe it!" Kuwabara exclaimed, jaw wide opened as we watched the enflamed silhouette of Hiei fall to the ground.

"You've seen it yourself people. Hiei is done." Koto spoke again as Hiei's body hit the ground, unmoving. Yet, he wasn't dead either. No, he was alive and bringing something back with him.

"He isn't dead…" I muttered staring at the pile of burning flesh on the ground. Cold dread sat heavy in my stomach as I felt an unfamiliar pull of energy from Hiei's scorching form. Something not of this plane. What were you up to Hiei?

"Aiko, what do you mean?" Kurama asked.

"Something is coming from that pile Kurama and it's terribly strong." I explained holding myself in the middle. My energy fought now, the bloodlust building as something began to pull on it like a tether. Yes, Zeru had not only stabbed Hiei through the chest with his flaming hand but he had incinerated him with a blast of fire. Yes, Hiei should be dead. Yet, he wasn't, and I felt, no I knew he was doing something dangerous. Maybe Kurama was right?

"Oh- well yes that fight wasn't a long one, but when you've got scorching moves like Zeru's a little goes a long way." Koto yelled facing Zeru who was already walking away.

"Yesss." Hiei's voice agreed from the flames, as the flames that engulfed his body grew larger. "He's so talented I'm reluctant to make the kill." Hiei taunted, his form finally showing from within the flames. The jagan, I felt it's call alright, but there was something more. So much more. I grunted as my power began to beat against my chest like a wave.

"Oh my, Hiei survived. He's on his feet, he's smoldering." Koto rambled on, as I bounced on my toes. The pull was so immense, as if I was being drained but I didn't feel drained. No, I felt I was being stalked and it brought on a cold sweat. Like when Master Genkai abandoned me in that forest, when those demons attacked me... Zeru stood dumbfounded mouth working around words he couldn't make out.

"How could you-?" he stuttered out as I clenched my jaw.

"I believed we covered that. So, my Jagan eye may not be natural, but it goes give me exactly what I need!" The flaming Koorime roared as his Jagan burned through his headband and began to glow. I felt this touch of power before, once when Hiei had tried to enslave me. The Jagan was pulling my energy, collecting it but not eating it.

"Dragon of the Darkness Flame!" Hiei roared as his power engulfed the stadium, black flames erupting from the sky, black lightning coursing around wildly. His power pulled at mine, as insistent as he was. I raised my head as I felt Hiei snag onto my youki like a leash, my energy fed through the makeshift connection he had created, fueling whatever he had summoned.

"I don't believe it's true. He is going to attempt the darkness technique." Kurama stared on, his eyes wide as he took in Hiei. Somehow, I felt this was a big deal, even without the Jagan pulling me from me.

"The darkness? What does that mean?" Botan added, sweat beading along her brow. She felt the malicious energy encroaching onto a plane it had no right being on. My electricity sparked now, colliding with the black currents currently in the air. Battling each other, sometimes my energy won out devouring them and vice versa. The sound that left my mouth was barely human as my teeth extended, my fingers curling as claws ripped from them. A soft hand grabbed my wrist and I looked to the masked fighter, whose grip tightened, forcing my fight or flight reflex back. Calming my bestial nature even as my power fought whatever Hiei was doing.

Suddenly the pulling sensations stops as if the leash is painfully let go causing me to stumble. A black flame began to spout from Hiei's hand, growing and leaping wildly. This flame wasn't twisting in the wind, no it was writhing like a wild animal that had been caught in a trap. Zeru's once confidence expression faltered as he began to take steps back. More arcs of this dark energy began to spout, my energy working overtime, both devouring each other in a never-ending cycle.

"You know it's impossible to control it completely, once I release it, I have no say." Hiei taunted his right arm straining against whatever he had grasped in it. Something that was growing stronger and stronger with each passing second. It's currents tearing parts of the arena asunder, beginning to drive back my energy causing me to curse. It was becoming excessively stronger now, nearly impossible to consume. "I have the power to pull you into oblivion, I assume just my right arm will do." The black flames had now spread surrounding Hiei and causing an updraft. I gripped the Masked Fighter's arm, concerned that I was not the most fearsome beast in this arena.

"You should never have insulted the Jagan eye- because you see in a way, it has its own mind and loathes disrespect. Resisting it is not something I would do." Hiei finished, Now widening his stance, Zeru's character breaking as he brought his arms out to defend himself, a cry of fear leaving him.

"I realize I'm supposed to stay, but in light of this little situation we have here- RETREAT!" Koto shrieks as she took off out of the blast area, disappearing behind the drop-off of the ring.

"DRAGON OF THE DARKNESS FLAME!" Once more Hiei called for this Dragon, his shirt instantly incinerating as the Dragon answers. It erupted from his right arm, massive and deadly. Uncontrollable, angry and ravenous. It thundered and shrieked as it hit Zeru, consuming him, not searing or burning, consuming him as it slammed into the stadium wall with a resounding crash. I stared in wonder, so impressed by the power of that beast and the pure hunger it had displayed. Maybe a bit jealous.

I looked at Hiei, barely stopping myself from marveling what he had done. There was no question, the Jagan had used Hiei's, Zeru's and my own energy to bait the creature. A foolish feat if he had lost complete control. I know hunger and I know the need to be untamed. He had messed with something dangerous and judging by the way he stared at his now blackened hand, he too knew it was a gamble.

"Hiei has succeeded?" Kurama started, clearly confused at the current state of events.

"At what cost…" I answered him, gaping at Hiei's blackened appendage. Picture a barbeque where your relative may have cooked something way too much so it was nothing but a charred remain. That was Hiei's arm. As if the darkness from the attack has sunk into his flesh and permanently scorched his arm. A reminder of how that beast was not to be trifled with.

"Where's Zeru? There's his outline at least…" Koto murmured. "Well, he's definitely out of the ring." She continued.

"Believe me, he's not coming back. That cinder is all that's left." Hiei corrected the referee who stared at the darkened outline.

"Yes, then I supposed counting to ten would be a little ridiculous. Let's give it up for Hiei." Koto cheered gesturing towards the Koorime. The scoreboard updated, 2-1, yet I felt we lost something vital here.

"Yeah, we're punching our way to the top. Hiei can beat anyone with that move." Kuwabara celebrated stopping as he realized the implication. "Hiei can beat anyone with that move am I listening to myself? What if he decided to be a bad guy again? What if he decides to shoot us with that dragon?"

"Don't worry fool. We've entered into an alliance and I'm not the type to break it. Of course, after we win the tournament, I can't guarantee a thing." Hiei ended with a sneer shoving his hands into his pockets, only to wince as he began to walk. As he leapt down and walked past me, I stopped him.

"Hiei." I stated quietly. This drew Kurama's attention as well.

"Hound." He replied pausing and not looking at me.

"If you ever use me as bait without my knowledge, I will eat your still beating heart out of your chest. Wager with your own life, not all of ours." I replied staring at the charred wall, trying to calm the seething rage. The statement caused Kurama to intake a breath.

"Under any other circumstance, I'd gut you where you stood for the threa-" Hiei began, irritation leaking from him in waves.

"It's a promise Hiei. The time it would take for you to pull it again, I'll have your heart between my teeth." I cut him off, my electricity sparking in my rage, snapping at him.

"Aiko." Kurama attempted to diffuse the situation. I refused to be a pawn to anyone, no one would use me for their gain without my consent. I wasn't weak anymore, not for anyone.

"You can try, but whatever happened in that ring- I would never use anyone as a crutch." He said before continuing to walk away from me. However, before I could stop it my energy lashed at him once more, shooting into his injured arm causing all three of us to tense. Hiei faced me with a snarl before his eyes widened and he slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket. His fingers curled slowly before he visibly winced making him shove his hand back in his pocket.

"I'm not going to thank you." He snapped walking away. I'm glad he didn't because I had no intention of sending that bolt at him and aiding him in this second. No. I glared at the damaged arm. Whatever happened, Hiei had not intended to pull from me and I had not intended to heal him. Something out of our control had happened and I knew one thing. The Jagan eye still had a hold on me and Hiei was right. The Jagan eye, had a mind of its own.