Disclaimers are still hugging me.

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Part 3

My legs were numb as I leaped my way across rooftops as swiftly as I could. No one would notice me, no one would see the small fire demon rushing at a blur, no one would notice me worry and angst and throb in pain as I ran.

Oh how wrong I was.

Someone, amidst the crowd below, smirked slightly as his purple eyes watched the haze of black above the houses dash away towards south. And he quickened his pace to follow.

I jumped down from the nearest tree with not even a thump, and noticed the serenity of this whole place. And I hated it. How could everything be so calm and quiet when Kurama is in mortal danger?! How could nature not care for his being? Where are Inari's minions, or the fox goddess herself? Why aren't they in turmoil for something they might lose forever?

I wanted to make noise. Noise and fire and chaos and anger. I wanted to wreak this shrine, I really did. I even tensed up and lifted a hand to start. But two things came to me and I hesitated.

It won't do any good for Kurama.

Yukina's in there too.

Sighing inaudibly, I trudged my way to the shrine. My chi was radiating madly, though, I couldn't hide my rage. I could practically feel the dragon within me, twirling and twisting in frustration, roaring it to be let out and put to use. For the fox.

My fox.

—What am I saying?

I reached out to the door, but it slid open by itself. Kuwabara stood on the other side, and as he saw me he squeaked in surprise and stumbled back. His face is of such hideousness indeed.

"Oi, Hiei! Aren't you suppose to be in the Hospital with Kurama? I heard he—"

I made a grab for his Hawaiian over shirt, and slammed him against the left wall. I mumble, my teeth gritted, "He's gone."

"Huh?"

I hate imbeciles.

"Kurama is gone."

It hit him. He uttered some vile words. I let him go and strode inside without another glance at the muscular pee-brain.

I must get to Genkai.

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The young, purple eyed man smirked as he spotted the fire demon enter the shrine. He finally found the dwelling. But before he could venture another step forward, he felt a chi. A familiar one. He whirled around.

Of course. Urameshi.

The shady man tensed, and hid himself beneath a shadow as far away as possible, and as quick below a second. He lowered his chi to nothing.

But Yusuke felt him. He gazed around the street cautiously, looking about him. He felt some normal, Ningen chi disappear into nothing… That was impossible, unless a demon… He shook his head. It was probably Hiei. He must have slipped, being so tormented with this whole rack of events.

In Yusuke's utter urgency to see Genkai, he forgot that Hiei's chi was very different from the one he felt, instead trailing up to the shrine hastily.

"Perfect," the man watching him go muttered, voice velvet and sly. "So sweetly perfect."

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"Kurama is in grave danger indeed," muttered the old woman, Genkai. She sat with the others on a mat, composed and refined. The room was dim and smelled of incense, and the atmosphere tense and quiet.

"So, lets get some bad guy ass!" yelled Kuwabara, lifting a fist up in the air. I rolled my eyes.

Yukina smiled slightly, "Kazuma-san, I think we should plan this greatly. Kurama's life is in our hands."

Genkai nodded, and Kazuma shifted back in control. He tried his best to act nonchalant, but I could see him itching to fight already. Just like me.

Genkai continued, her hands clasp together in front of her, "Now, who's the last person—"

"Hiei," Interrupted Yusuke. The old woman glimpsed at me, and I nodded once. But before I could say anything, a giant blast made the wall behind me powder into obliteration . I had jumped and somersaulted out of the way to avoid any damage.

My eyes instinctively searched for Yukina, and I was half glad that that ox Kuwabara had protected her. I glanced at the intruder, and I heard wise old Genkai declare, "This is my house, my shrine! Leave this place and us in peace if you do not with to perish!"

A mock laughter. My blood boiled in rage. Karasu.

"How delighting to see all of you again, " Said Karasu, scanning the room. As he spotted Yusuke aiming at him with his rei gun, he sighed dramatically, "I'm afraid you can't do that, young detective."

Yusuke squinted, brown eyes never wavering, "Why not? I don't owe you anything."

"Oh something like that," An evil smirk, "Let's say my partner would maim and annihilate your Kurama in one blow. You wouldn't like that, would you?"

I took a deep intake of breath. The way he said that name, Kurama, with such lust and haze. Oh how I wanted to just rip his head off with my hands, bathe myself in his blood and be delighted in his non-existence! But Kurama was at stake. My hand gripped the hilt of my katana tighter.

Karasu suddenly turned to face me, saying, "I'm sure Kurama would be a great fuck, wouldn't you, fire demon?"

I tensed and lowered even lower from my kneeling position, so ready to charge but he lifted a finger, "No, no, little one. Not unless you want Kurama back bloody and mutilated… and raped oh so very many times.." Karasu licked his lips, eyes glinting in mirth.

My grip tightened. Karasu laughed harder, "Care to take on a deal?"