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WARNING! A LOT OF BLOOD, PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU WILL GET SICK.

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Chapter 2- Second Meetings

Botan moaned and opened her lavender eyes. For what seemed like hours she floated in a empty abyss. Her head swam in a dizzy circle. She was content just floating in the empty space. The soft gentle pull of an unknown force soothed her muscles. It guided her through folds of empty substance. She "closed" her eyes and savored the feeling, somehow knowing it would end. As she drifted, a scent of peonies tickled her nose. She sighed. Suddenly the aroma turned into a wretched odor of rotten flesh and warm blood. She gasped. All the events of the events two hours(in reality) ago burned into her brain. She screamed.

"Botan! Botan!" Her body shook.

Kurama had been sitting next to her in a chair when she shot up screaming. He more than shocked and quickly jumped to her side. He shook her hard while crying her name. She finally stopped. She shivered in his arms. He understood and patted her hair. He whispered assuring words into her ear. Her shoulders slumped. She sniffed once. "Thank you Kurama." She leaned into his embrace. The door swung open. A frightened, tear-eyed toddler Koenma ran. "Botan!" He jumped into her arms as Yusuke and the others came in. "Koenma! Come back here!"Yusuke leaned over the toddler, glaring at the god. Kuwabara came in despaired. "Urameshi, whatever you do he won't tell you anything."

"Who says?!" Yusuke glared at him.

"Urameshi, don't be a baka."

"Who are you calling baka? Want a piece of me?!"

"Maa maa," Kurama pushed them apart, "This is no time for fighting."

As he spoke Botan was trying to calm Koenma down. She patted him like a baby. While she did so Hiei watched her. She looked up when she sensed someone watching. Hiei was glaring down at Koenma. "Hiei?" He lifted his head to her. "What?" he half growled. She winced at his tone. "What happened?" Hiei looked at her slightly bewildered then slumped against a wall. He closed his eyes as he usually did and stuffed his hands in his pockets(A/N: what pockets? Can anyone actually see it? ;;).

"Hn. Don't you remember, onna? We witnessed a suicidal ritual."

"Suicidal ritual?" three voices echoed. He glared at Yusuke, Kuwabara and Kurama. Kurama gasped. "That was the suicide ritual?" Hiei gave his signature answer.

"I've only seen it once before, in the Makai , but it was definitely the suicide ritual."

"Kurama, what is this ritual you guys are talking about? I've never heard of it." Kurama cocked his head and smiled at her.

"Of course you haven't. The suicide ritual was created by Hineshi Kento, the infamous wolf demon. When his empire fell he ripped out his throat and bled to death. His followers followed him and this became a famous ritual around the worst thieves of Makai." Botan blinked. 'Worst thieves?' Kurama grinned at her. Realization struck her. "Oh.."

"I don't get it," Kuwabara said scratching his head.

"Baka," Hiei muttered.

"Nani?!? What was that shrimp?!" Hiei drew his sword threateningly.

"Come on shorty! I'm not scared of you. I'll show you what happens if you mess with Kazuma Kuwabara!"

"Yamate!" Kurama cried. Kurama stood between them. "Stop fighting. I'll explain it to you Kuwabara-kun."

While they were "chatting away" two beady red eyes watched from the wall. It's presence was undetected. The face of the creature was coarse. The skin stuck out like an iguana's back, spiky like a crocodile's body. His sharp claws dipped with blood. Every while he glanced at it lust clouded his mind and he had to hold back his urge to kill. How dare these humans try to stop his revenge. They will pay. His eyes raked through the room trying to find weakness. He smirked at Botan. Or better yet, he'll just take them out one by one. The first would be the girl. She was the weakest one. But still he was unsatisfied with just killing her. He wanted them not only to feel physical torture, but emotional ones too. When he brings out their darkest fears their hearts will break in half, literally and figuratively. He chuckled. His chuckles turned to evil laughter and then turned into predatory-like growls. His laughter rang out through the room heard only by him. The ones below him talked unaffected. "Soon humans, soon I will take your damned life. You will pay for what you did." He chuckled once more and disappeared into the wall.

Hiei's eyes perked up. He looked up at the ceiling. He had the faintest feeling that someone was laughing. He gave the ceiling one more glance before turning to his friends. Kurama was having difficulty explaining to Kuwabara and stopping fights at the same time. He turned his attention to Botan. He gasped surprised. Botan was gone. The bed was empty and there was no one inside the room but him, Kurama, Kuwabara, and Yusuke. Urameshi and Kuwabara were arguing again. Kurama was between them trying to stop their yelling. Hiei "hn"-ed and left the room unnoticed.

Botan walked through the empty halls. She had dropped Koenma off at his father's room. The long wide hallway was quiet. She wondered where everyone was. They had not announced the haunting yet. She should be able to hear the clatter of footsteps back in the work room. She shrugged it off. The image of all the blood and demon was still clear in her head. She tried to shake it out. The laughter and screams echoed from one side of her ear to the other. It send shivers up her spine. She remembered the beady little eyes fully of evil, promising eternal pain. Fear wrapped its hand around her heart. She clenched at her chest. Her breathing became ragged. She bumped into the wall. Her nails dug into the cement. She drew in a shuddering breath. She felt like someone just stabbed her, but worse. The image of the bloody letters flashed behind her eyelids. Suddenly the room dropped 40ĚŠ below 0. Her eyes opened halfway. She panted. Her breath came out in puffs of visible heat.

Drip. Drip.

'Huh?'

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Her head shot up. Her eyes opened in horror. The hallways had been speck clean. The just-waxed floor was sparkling, the pillars were spotless. The halls had been completely immaculate. She blinked and rubbed her eyes to check if what she saw was real.

The halls was painted in red. Orges and ferrygirls "loitered" the floor. Pools of blood dirtied the floor. Bits of flesh from orges hung off the dragon-horns wrapped around the pillars. She could see Ayame. Her body laid face down. Her black kimono was wet with the blood that kept her alive. The red liquid ran through a gash at her neck and down her neck in a line. The line ran onto the floor, mixing with others. She could see her other friends. She could see their lives slipping away. She turned away, looking down at the floor underneath her. Her heart stopped. Her hands and knees were an inch deep in the dreaded blood.

Her blood ran cold. In the middle of the halls, amidst the dead bodies, stood the demon with beady black eyes and blue skin. Blood caked his form. His arms hung limply at his sides.

Drip. Drip. Dripdripdripdripdripdripdrip.

She couldn't move, scared if she did. The maniac laugh came again. She trembled in fear.

"Ready?" a hoarse voice asked.

"You are." a familiar voice answered. A blur of black flew pass her headed for the demon. Silver shone like a star. She whimpered when she heard the katana rip through flesh. All became too much for her and she black out. Hiei caught her in time before her beautiful turquoise hair touched the floor. Glancing at the pile of bodies, he sped back to the room. His friends greeted them with shock and concern. As he watched them treat Botan he sat thinking about the bloodshed.

In the dark hallways filled with corpse, a little fire flickered. It was silent. No bodies moved. No heart beat. There wasn't even the slightest sound. The head of the evil demon laid a few feet away from the body. The body shook once. The shoulders jerked up as if someone pulled it. It jerked again. It began to wiggle as if it was struggling against something. A voice cursed. "Come one, come one!" With one last jerk, the invisible hands pulled the body up straight. It jumped on it's toes, nearly losing it's balance. It hopped over to the head. The bloody arms reached out for the head. It jammed the head back on. The head grinned an evil grin. His bare sharp teeth showed. It started giggling. It choked. A bloody cloth popped out of it's mouth. The demon looked at the black cloth. He had quickly cut a piece of the koorime's cloak during their short first. He sniffed. A grin spread across his face. He laughed. Hiei's scent lingered in his nose. Forever, wherever he was, he'll always find Hiei.