His Death, Her Birth

by xXMidori-ChanXx

Stupid humans,", Hiei grumbled, soft, but audible enough for his fellow youkais to hear.

3. Shura

Chapter 3 Shura

"Wha..What?" Yuusuke exclaimed as the boy fell at his feet. He rushed over and picked the boy up and looking at his half set-up ramen stall, he decided to shut it down and bring the boy to his home. He could feel the boy's youki, proving the boy to be definitely not human. Yuusuke muttered some curses as he carried the boy home easily. Atsuko was not at home, "Must be out with her boyfriend," He thought as he lay the boy on his bed. "The boy looked familiar," Yuusuke thought. He saw a horn-like thing on the boy's forehead and looked carefully at the boy's face. "Matte yo!" Yuusuke exclaimed to himself, "Isn't this Shura?" The boy was unconscious but alive, still strong, Yuusuke felt the strong potential yet raw power from him.

~~~~~~A few hours later...~~~~~~

The boy stirred slowly and clumsily. Yuusuke sat at the bedside and watched him intently, thinking of Shura's reaction when he saw Yuusuke. Shura's ebony hair had grown to caress his shoulders, straight and silky. He opened his eyes and squinted a little as the sun shone in brightly from the window directly opposite the bed. He saw a face smiling curiously at him and sat up quickly, his mind ready to prepare for a fight. "Urameshi Yuusuke? Where am I?" Shura demanded as he let his defences down. His pointed ears twitched a little as his gaze met Yuusuke's. Yuusuke saw a glint of desperation in Shura and pulled himself closer to the bed. "Well, you're in my room. You fell at my ramen stall this morning and I don't know why I had to care about Yomi's damn kid." Yuusuke said sarcastically. Shura looked down at the blankets on the bed and mumbled, "Sorry..." as a tear fell from his eye. He got up and stood unevenly and walked slowly to the door. Yuusuke stared at him as he suddenly slumped on the ground before he could even open the door. "Here we go again..."Yuusuke complained as he carried the unconscious Shura back to the bed. "Mako-chan, try to behave when you're there." Kuwabara reminded as he sat behind the steering wheel. "Hai! Touchan!" Makoto replied eagerly. "Mako-chan, there's a teacher by the name of Takenaka, who is going to be your teacher...what a coincidence. He used to teach me six years ago, you know." "Really?" Makoto asked excitedly as she leaned forward from the back seat, clutching her school bag. "I can't fetch you to school everyday, besides, the school isn't very far. You can easily run there in about five minutes." Kuwabara reminded once more. As they got off the car, Kuwabara smiled and said, "Remember, Mako- chan...behave!" Makoto laughed and ran off, her psychic senses leading her to her class. "Class, there is a new student joining us, can you introduce yourself, Kuwabara-san?" Takenaka sensei announced in front of the class. Makoto stood in front of the class energetically, "Hai! Sensei!" She then faced the class. "Konnichiwa minna-san, my name is Kuwabara Makoto. This is the first time I've ever been to school, so I'll need your help." Makoto bowed politely as Takenaka sensei guided her to her seat. She was a little uneasy, and looked left and right. Her school uniform was comfortable enough, but the scarf tied around her neck with a bow in front made her felt as if she was lowering her head to it, hiding her pride. She fingered it a little, trying to figure some way of breaking the tension. The teacher then started the lesson. After two hours of sitting completely still, the bell rang, indicating lunch break, to the students' relief.Makoto stood up and stretched a bit, a sore from sitting so long in a position and walked over to a girl sitting to her right. "Is school always like that?" She asked inquisitively. The girl looked at her, amazed at her ignorance for a moment, and replied, "Yes...but there's physical education...you mean you really never been to school before?" It was now Makoto's turn to be puzzled. "Gomen, I forgot to ask for your name..." "I'm Tanaka Sayako, pleased to meet you, Kuwabara-san,"

"Call me Mako, everyone does..." "Okay...Mako-chan, are you in anyway related to Kuwabara Kazuma? I heard he was rather famous in this school, a ex-delinquent who somehow got into High School..." "Touchan? He used to tell me about his schooldays with Yuusuke-chan." "NANI!? He's your father?" Sayako exclaimed as they made their way to the canteen. Makoto nodded innocently. Sayako could not believe her ears. "How can he have such a big daughter? I mean, how old are you and how old is he?" Sayako inquired. Makoto replied, "How is that not possible? He's twenty-one already. I'm three." Sayako chuckled, "Don't let the joke go too far, Mako-chan." Makoto just kept quiet, remembering Kuwabara's repetitive reminders not to be rude, for he explained to her that if she mentioned her parentage

and birth, which people may not believe. She stuck a spoonful of rice in her mouth and kept silent. She finished her food quickly and walked back to her classroom, with a whole fifteen minutes to spare. Takenaka-sensei was still in the classroom. There was no one else, Makoto noted. The aged teacher beckoned Makoto to come over and sit at his table. "Can I talk to you for a moment, Kuwabara?" Makoto smiled and nodded, as she placed a chair opposite the teacher's table and sat down gracefully, trying to create a good impression. "Yes, sensei?" "I heard you have no other school records, but an ex-student called Urameshi Yuusuke managed to get you in here by some 'means'. Your father is by the name of Kuwabara Kazuma, an ex-student here. I'm just curious about how he had a daughter this age." Makoto squirmed a little in her seat. "Sensei, will you believe what I tell you?" "Go ahead," the man offered. "Well, I'm three years old, daughter of Rei-ken user Kuwabara Kazuma and Koorime Yukina." Takenaka swallowed hard for a while, but stabled himself. "I've heard of Yuusuke and Kuwabara being 'special', but not to this extent. You mean you are only three?" Makoto nodded lamely. Takenaka hesitated for a while, and came to a conclusion, "I think I'll pay your family a visit, is it fine, Makoto? I think I

need to understand your family background more." Makoto smiled for she had found someone who did not totally disbelieve her. Five minutes before the bell rang, students streamed into the classroom. Makoto went back to her seat and sighed, thinking of the next three hours she had to endure later. Some students approached her

after school and they started chatting. From the corner of her eye, Makoto saw a boy sitting in a corner by himself. He was silent throughout the day, but he seemed thoughtful but not lonely. Makoto walked over and sat on the table beside him as the rest of the students left the classroom. They sat there, looking at each other wordlessly, yet their eyes communicated with each other. "Quite a strong reiki," Makoto thought as she used her psychic powers to test the boy's psychic ability. They remained quiet for a few minutes before the boy finally opened his mouth, "Yoroshiku, Makoto-san, my name is Sasaki Yakumo." He smiled softly, reminding Makoto of Kurama unknowingly. She smiled back and stated, "You have pretty strong reiki for a human..." She glanced at her watch and picked up her bag quickly, "I've gotta go, Yakumo-san, ja mata!" Yakumo waved at her, acknowledging her leaving as he remained in thought for a while before picking up his satchel and stepping out of the class. "YUUSUKE! What is this boy doing in our room?" Keiko shouted at Yuusuke as she saw the sleeping boy lying on her bed. Yuusuke hushed her immediately when he heard the volume her voice went to. Shura stirred as the noise hit him and sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and letting out a yawn. He then looked at Yuusuke and Keiko sleepily and mumbled weakly, "I'm hungry...". Yuusuke then explained to Keiko, "He's Yomi's son, you know, Yomi, the one I fought with for more than sixty hours during the Makai tournament..." "What!?" Keiko gasped aloud then quickly regained her composure. She looked thoughtful for a while, absorbing the fact. "I see..." She mumbled to Yuusuke. They looked at Shura for a while as Shura sat uneasily. His stomach suddenly gave a growl which changed the atmosphere. "I'll get a bowl of ramen," Yuusuke offered. Keiko then waited patiently for Shura to finish eating before asking him any questions. Keiko and Yuusuke left Shura alone to eat while they did some household chores. "Yuusuke-chan! It's your turn to wash the dishes today!" Keiko said aloud as she slumped down on the sofa, tired out from mopping the floor. Yuusuke grumbled as he went to the kitchen and got to work. Keiko went to the dining room and saw an empty bowl on the table. Shura's head lay on the table with his hands by the side, dangling limply. Keiko ran over and looked at him, but found that he was only sleeping. His eyes fluttered a bit as he mouthed the word, "Father" over and over again. "Must be dreaming," Keiko thought. She sighed as she carried the sleeping boy to the bedroom. "Sleep well, Shura, for you have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow." **************************************************************************** ********* Naomi-chan's jabbering...um...notes This is life...typing the fic on a day...at 12 midnight...with a mug of hot chinese tea and music from

Vampire Princess Miyu...

This chapter's a little short...but it seemed appropriate to cut off here...

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Chapter 4 Confessions

Makoto wandered aimlessly among the trees. She had never felt that lost and scared before. She tried not to let fear grip her as she trudged on slowly. The damp air had a sense of freshness, yet the crowns of the trees blocked off most of the sunlight. She clenched her Hirui-seki around her neck tightly in her fist. The dim sunlight was fading, indicating that the night of in wilderness was falling. Feeling unable to do anything, Makoto sat down, hugging her knees close to her chest with the Hirui-seki still in her fist. A soft whistling echoed dreamily across the woods as Makoto felt her forehead burning. Makoto suddenly did not feel like herself anymore and tried to sleep her loneliness away.Her shadow was that of another, as her original self took over her mind and became as one. She held her head up for a while as she sang what seemed like a whisper, "Kuchibue ga kikoeru..." Yukina shook the sleeping figure in the bed gently, "Mako-chan, wake up, you have to go to school today." Kuwabara entered the room at the same time and his face turned a little red as he saw Yukina. "Yukina-san, let me do it," He offered as he gave her a small hug. She smiled, accepting the hug for a while before shrugging off his hands, "I'll go and get breakfast ready." Kuwabara observed the still-sleeping-soundly Makoto and sat beside her on the bed. A small glittering tear appeared at the corner of her eye and slid off her cheek, creating a small little crystal that slid off the pillow. Kuwabara shook her more strongly, but before he could open his mouth, Makoto sat up immediately without warning, her eyes still closed. She swung her arms, embracing Kuwabara in a swift motion by pure instinct and remained silent for a while before Kuwabara decided to interrupt Makoto. "Mako-chan, get dressed and have breakfast." He said in an uncertain tone. Makoto opened her eyes and jumped as she saw Kuwabara. "Er...Touchan...Ohayo!" She said aloud in her usual cheerful manner. She gave Kuwabara a confirming smile as she stood up and walked to the bathroom. Kuwabara sat there for a while, scratching his head in his usual puzzled manner, then later went over to the dining room for breakfast. "Yukina-san, you're the best cook anyone could have...it looks too good to be eaten!" Kuwabara commented loudly to Yukina, who was in the kitchen. He looked at the food and picked up his wooden chopsticks. Yukina entered into the dining room at the same time as Makoto did. Yukina smiled, showing appreciation to Kuwabara, "Kazu-chan, you've been saying that for the past three years." "But it's really good!...maybe a little hard today..." Kuwabara protested. "Touchan, I think you're eating the chopsticks..." Makoto pointed out as she took her own chopsticks and attacked her own bowl of noodles. "But Kaachan, you are a good cook!" She added. Yukina smiled again as she ate her share, and looked at the clock. "Mako-chan, I think you better run to school now, it's ten minutes to eight." Makoto's eyes widened for a second, then nodded, mouth still bulging with food, grabbed her bag and started running at her fastest speed, which most probably broke the world record. "RINNNNG!!!" The bell rang mercilessly, as the clock struck eight. Makoto was already in her seat and taking out her pencil case and her chemistry textbook. "Hm...reached here a whole minute earlier than I expected..." She glanced at her watch, "Maybe my speed has improved." Her thoughts were disrupted as the teacher walked into the suddenly hushed classroom. "Today, we're going to do an experiment in the Science lab, I'm going to remind you on some of the safety rules." The teacher droned on as they walked to the Science lab. Being her first time, Makoto let her eyes dart to every corner alertly, missing nothing. She had been trained to do this ever since she was a few months old. The enthusiastic students crowded around the table as the teacher demonstrated the experiment. He took a few test tubes and heated those which contained a greenish liquid over the blue flame of the Bunsen burner. Makoto watched, fascinated, not by the experiment, but by the small, yet strong blue flame which was reduced to an unstable yellow one as the teacher took the test tubes away. He turned off the fire and said, "Okay, students, try this experiment yourselves, but remember to be careful." The student gave a chorused "Yes!" Then they started to get to work. Makoto stared at the flame as her Sayako did the experiment with her. "Makoto-san?" She asked curiously, "what's so interesting about the fire?" However, Makoto could not hear her, for in her mind, a picture of black fire burned in her head. As the class was dismissed, Makoto sat there, trying to think about how her dreams were connected to her memories which unlocked themselves so slowly. Takenaka stepped into the classroom, holding a small pile of books. Makoto walked over quickly and offered to help. "No, thank you, Makoto. I can easily manage." He gave her a heart-warming smile, one that she needed so much from her friends, but given to her by a teacher. She smiled back and slung her bag over her shoulders. Takenaka reminded, "Makoto, I'm going to your home later, but if you don't mind, we can go there together now." Makoto gave a nod as the teacher carried his books to the teacher's room and leaving it on the table, and walked off with Makoto. "Touchan, Kaachan, tadaima!" Makoto announced excitedly as she invited Takenaka-sensei in. "Kaachan, Takenaka-sensei is here!" Yukina came out hurriedly and received both of them. "Sumimasen," She said in a sweet tone, "Kazuma-chan is taking a bath." She explained as she led the elderly teacher to the living room and gestured him to sit on the sofa. Kuwabara came into the living room in his usual T- shirt and shorts and gasped a bit as he saw the man sitting on the sofa. "Takenaka-sensei, forgive my rudeness. I forgot you were coming today," He admitted shyly, then sat beside Makoto. Takenaka cleared his throat and started, "Kuwabara, as you know, Makoto got into this school through Urameshi Yuusuke. My purpose here is to know more about Makoto, for she seems to be something 'special'." Kuwabara and Yukina looked at Takenaka strangely, making him feel uncomfortable. Kuwabara then said, "I think maybe you should know everything, if it does our daughter good. Come with us to the temple later and you shall see for yourself, Sensei." Yukina agreed his descision by nodding her head as Makoto asked, "Another practice session?" Kuwabara placed her on his lap and replied, "Yeah, I almost forgot to tell you, Mako-chan." He then thought, telling the truth won't hurt anybody now, since there seemed to be no more trouble in Makai, Reikai and ...Ningenkai." He then chuckled to himself. As Yukina, Kuwabara and Makoto entered the temple with Takenaka, Yuusuke and Keiko looked at him strangely . When Kuwabara and Yukina saw Shura with them, their reactions were no different. Shura and Makoto smiled shyly at each other as Shura took the initiative, "Konnichiwa, I am Shura, son of Yomi, and you are...?" Makoto answered his questions and they chatted happily as the rest waited for Kurama. Kuwabara grumbled a bit, "and I thought I was the oneto be late." Kurama entered the temple and apologised, "Sumanai minna-san, I am late."

Yuusuke, Keiko, Kuwabara and Yukina were shocked when they saw whom Kurama brought along.

Even Shura and Makoto had 'surprise' written all over their faces. Yuusuke demanded, "Kurama, why did you bring Shuichi here?" Kurama shrugged it off and replied deftly, "I guess it's for the same reason why you brought Takenaka-sensei here." Takenaka was amazed by this. "Say, isn't this Minamino Shuichi, the boy who topped his school twice?" Kurama smiled sheepishly and bowed politely to acknowledge Takenaka's question, "Yes, I am." "Looks like it's pretty lively here today," Shuichi, Kurama's younger brother, commented. "Start the practice!" Yuusuke said in a tone of superiority as he stepped up to the empty practice hall.

"Kurama, I'll take you on today." Kurama replied casually, "Fine by me." Takenaka was puzzled for a moment but soon realised what they were going to do. They were going to fight. "Urameshi, what do you think you are doing?" Takenaka demanded loudly, which made some heads turn. Shuichi rephrased Takenaka's sentence, "Oniisan, you sure you can do this?" Yuusuke and Kurama gave both of them reassuring smiles as they turned to face each other. In a split second, they were pitting themselves using their physical fighting techniques. Kurama showed a fine display of Martial arts and Yuusuke followed suit in his usual style, but with more power. Shuichi was impressed, but he maintained silence. The speed of the two fighters rose rapidly, and soon, their motions were unseen to human eyes. It seemed not to be a problem for Kuwabara and Makoto though, for they had been trained to watch such fights. Makoto shouted, "Yuusuke-chan, Kurama-chan, at this rate, you won't even work up a sweat!" Takenaka-sensei continued to watch in amazement. He knew Yuusuke was good at fighting, but this seemed to go a little too far, and he did not know Kurama can fight so well, and not losing to Yuusuke in any way so far.

Yuusuke leapt high and landed on the other side of the hall. He clenched his fist and held it at abdomen level. His fist started glowing as he took a few shots at Kurama direction, which Kurama dodged easily. In return, Kurama took out a seed from his hair and threw them at Yuusuke. The seeds exploded into plants in mid-air and came down as a mass of vines, acting like a net. The net went right over Yuusuke as he had not expected this. He struggled for a while as Kurama advanced towards Yuusuke. Yuusuke's fists started to glow again and shot out small balls of energy repeatedly, burning through the strong vines. They continued physical battle for ten minutes until Kurama suddenly reverted to Youko form and summoned some Makai vines, which trapped Yuusuke instantaneously. Youko Kurama quickly reverted back to his human form, but that was enough to make Takenaka fall back heavily on his chair. "What's a creature of legend doing here?" He questioned himself as Keiko noted his expressions and went over, assuring him that everything would be all right. Yuusuke struggled again and tore at the vines, but he

could not get out. "Hey! You cheated! Not fair!" he protested as Kurama walked over, "Yuusuke-kun, admit it, you lost."

Yuusuke kept reserved for a while as Kurama destroyed the vines easily with a few waves of his hand. "Yuusuke, I'm an S-class already, if you haven't noticed, even though I'm not of a high status." Yuusuke scowled a bit, but admitted that he lost, "I guess you still have better strategies, Kurama, but I'll win you if I had used my rei-gun." Kurama nodded without thinking, "True, but it's too dangerous for everyone if you use it." Shuichi went over to Kurama cautiously, "Can I touch you?" he asked apprehensively, which brought a chuckle from Kurama, "Of course you can, Shuichi-chan." Shuichi sat down beside Kurama, who was nursing some minor cuts on his arms with some weird looking plants. Kurama then explained everything to him, as Makoto joined them in Kurama's confession. Shura had been observing the two fighter's movements carefully.

"Yuuske-kun, Kurama-kun, you have improved," he noted, "...since the last Makai tournament," he added, faltering a little at the last few words. Yuusuke grinned back at him, "But of course!" Kurama sat there beside Shuichi as Shuichi and Makoto listened intently to Kurama's explanation, realising the story that he told them about the Legendary Youko Kurama was true. "Shuichi, if anything happens to ...I mean, if I leave Ningenkai, please take care of Kaasan for me. Now since you know the truth, the family relies on you as a heir, Shuichi-san." Kurama said in a dead serious tone. Makoto kept her face taut, not spilling her feelings. Kurama's confessions did not surprise her, but instead given her a sense of comfort, as she found that her dreams may be true. "Is it true that I have so much memories locked away?" She whispered in her head, a faraway voice at the back of her mind trying to recall the past. "Kuwabara! Makoto! Your turn!" Yuusuke shouted out from fifty meters away as he pointed to the training hall. Makoto gave an evil grin as she pounded her bandaged right fist into her left palm. She had changed into her fighting clothes a while ago, which had been made from some weird cloth which Kurama brought back from the Makai. He had mentioned that cloths from Makai were usually pretty tough and would not

dirty easily, and besides, they provided better protection. The white clothing that Youko Kurama always wore was one of the highest, and rarest, if not, one of the highest in rank of armour, after Sensui's death. The Makai-styled clothes fitted Makoto perfectly, which bore a sneaking resemblance to Genkai's fighting wear as well.

Kuwabara stepped up to the hall and got ready. Makoto followed suit and said aloud to Kurama, "Kurama-chan, I'll show Touchan what you

taught!" Yuusuke gave a short laugh, "Father and daughter, but with the same 'teacher'!" Takenaka just sat there as Keiko tried to explain as much as possible of what she knew. Shuichi looked at Kurama, whose minor injuries were almost healed already. Some had vanished without a trace. Yuusuke shouted, "Start!", which puts the battle into place almost immediately. Kuwabara and Makoto wasted no time and started their attacks. A sword of light formed in his hand as Makoto took out a sword. Her reiki was not meant to be made into a weapon like Kuwabara, but she chose a sword as a weapon, similar to Kuwabara's one. The handle of her sword was bandaged to provide a better grip as she took position. "Hm...a good battle pose, Makoto is definitely a born fighter." Yuusuke thought as the two, father and daughter, fought hard, their hand movements almost invisible to human eyes. A feeling abruptly invaded Makoto and she held the simple blade in her hand in a better grip as pure instincts told her when and where to strike. Kuwabara and she fought for two minutes skilfully and quickly. Something surged over

Makoto and she leaped forward a bit, twisted her body smoothly and plunged the blade into Kuwabara back, above his heart, then pulling it out as soon as it went in. Her eyes were expressionless for a moment until she realised what she had done. She dropped her sword with a 'Clang!' and ran to Kuwabara, who was taken aback by her sudden attack. Kurama ran over and examined the wound. "Nothing serious, Kuwabara-kun. The blade had avoided all important nerves and organs, and it's a clean cut." Kurama then helped him bandage the cut with some herbs and reassured him, "It should heal in a couple of days." Yukina was half scared to death until she heard Kurama's assurance of Kuwabara's safety. Makoto stood there, still stunned by the sudden turn of events. She quick-stepped over to Yuusuke, who praised her for her skill. Kurama thought, "Only a true swordsman can do that...Hiei may have awaken." Yuusuke then went over beside where Takenaka sat and announced, "Okay, everybody, I think that's enough. Let's call it a day." No one objected as they proceeded to another part of the temple to sit down and have some tea.

Yukina poured some fragrant tea into the little cups as Keiko asked, "Kurama, what tea is this?" Kurama took a sniff at his cup of tea and replied without hesitation, "Rose tea, but it's pretty unusual...there's plant sap in the tea as well." Keiko looked into her cup and asked, "Where did you get this from?" Kurama just gave a I-don't-know shrug and drank it, "Kaasan gave it to me, she said she got this from England." Takenaka decided to join in the conversation, "Where did you learn to fight, and so well too?" Yuusuke thought for a while, recalling the

horrible training that Genkai gave him and replied, "I was trained by a Reiki master, Genkai." Takenaka then continued, "Where is Genkai?" Yuusuke did not expect the question but replied in a casual tone, "Dead." "Oh," Takenaka realised. Keiko decided to change the atmosphere. "Shura, will you tell everyone why you decided to come to Ningenkai?" She realised suddenly that Takenaka may not understand what she was saying and quickly changed the topic, "Takenaka-sensei, I think you

had better go home, it's pretty late now." Takenaka agreed with her silently as Keiko led him out of the temple. All around the temple was wilderness as Keiko pointed to him the way out. Kurama asked, "Shuichi-chan, do you want to go home?" "Iie, oniisan. I think I'll stay with you." Yuusuke turned back to Shura, "Explanation?" ************************************************************************ to be continued...^-^ Author's notes... *heehee*...I know this is getting a little 'out of hand'

...anyway, I wrote this story after listening to so many YYH cds...

oh yes...better translate some of the jap words... Hirui-seki = tear of grief (the 'solidified' tear of the koorimes...)

Sumimasen/Sumanai = Excuse me/sorry (in a way)

Tadaima = I'm home

Oniisan = elder brother

sensei = teacher (ok...I know all these are roughly translated...) "Kuchibue ga kikoeru

kinou yori mo tooku de

togiretogire no, kakera o atsume

migite ri nigirishime sotto me o togiru..."... translation:

"I can hear whistling from distant yesterday.

I collect the scattered pieces I hold them tightly in my right hand,

and softly close my eyes." All rights from all the respective owners of YYH ...and Phil's homepage...^-^ school is SO busy nowadays I have hardly anytime to 'touch' the computer...

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Ja mata!

Chapter 5 Hanako Yuusuke's gaze was fixed on Shura as the others looked on silently. Tears started to stream down Shura's face. Yuusuke did not change his

facial expressions and waited patiently, something which he had not done for a long time. Shura stopped sobbing very soon and thought for a

while, as he did not know where to start.

"Makai is in chaos. An unreasonable Youkai won the tournament not long ago and began a killing rampage. Otosa...Otosama...Otosama he..."

Shura's damp eyes were brimming with tears as he choked on the last words. Keiko took the initiative and consoled Shura, and asked, "What happened to Yomi?"

Shura clutched his head with both hands and cried, "O..Otosama sent me to Ningenkai...I don't know! I really don't know and I don't want to

know!" His voice rose and suddenly muted, and remained that way for a while. Kuwabara then suggested meekly, "I think we should go now. It's pretty late and we should rest now." The rest of the group agreed tiredly and

retreated. Keiko had offered to put Shura up at her home. Yuusuke had not been prepared to hear this and was annoyed at Keiko's decision, but

experience with Keiko's fists had told him enough that objection was ruled out, and anyway, it was Keiko's decision and she had promised to

take full responsibility over Shura. He just sulked as they walked down the straight lane, heading towards home. "Touchan," Makoto asked gently while Kuwabara held her hand as they walked.

"Yes, Mako-chan?" Kuwabara responded in a concerned tone.

"Why do other people here not accept us? We are humans too, though of different birth." Makoto protested softly as the thought of Sayako

crossed her mind.

Shura seemed to be in a worse off state, "But he seemed to handle it rather well," Makoto thought. Kuwabara read her mind and just smiled the

subject off, then broke off his psychic link with Makoto to allow her some privacy. Makoto took the hint as "Don't brood over it" and gave his

hand a squeeze. They then walked on straight, looking only ahead with a little sparkle in their eyes. Makai was in complete confusion. The stronger Youkais of the Makai fought each other violently, not caring about the rules Yuusuke, Mukuro

and Yomi had agreed on before Yuusuke left six years ago. Mukuro and Yomi were alive, barely, trying to keep Makai in one piece. Yomi, after

sending Shura to Ningenkai, joined forces with Mukuro. Mukuro had came back from her two years from Ningenkai and was very irritated by

what she saw. She had given up her seventy-seven bodyguards before heading to Ningenkai, but there were a few truly loyal ones who had

stayed by her side then, which one of them was Hiei.

"He never admits anything," Mukuro thought as she sat in her castle, taking a rest from continuous days of fighting off the Youkais who

harmed the others on the land which used to be hers. Hiei had never told Mukuro that he was willing to stay with her, but he had remained in

Makai to serve under her with a group of powerful Youkais, using the excuse "The battles between the Youkais in Makai are what interests me."

Mukuro gave a cunning grin to herself as she thought of Hiei's stubbornness which shabbily covered the loyalty and faithfulnes inside him.

A small group of powerful Youkais had planned to take over Makai by unfair means, which enraged the rest of Makai, yet was apprehensive of

them, for they were strong. Many Youkais had died from challenging them, and innocent Youkais were killed if they were unlucky to meet them

under battling circumstances. Almost a third of Makai was in ruins. The other two thirds were close to under siege, and fiercely protected by

Mukuro, Yomi and a group of peace-making Youkais, especially Yuusuke's friends, Chuu, Jin, Touya and the others.

With such a strong team, they had several victories, yet it was the land and the innocent who suffered during the war. Yomi and Mukuro then

went back to their old memories, the time during the warring of the three countries.

"History repeats itself, but enemies can become allies as well," Yomi thought as he faced the dark, clouded sky of Makai out from his castle

window, his eyes closed eternally since his youth. Shura had done his explanation to Keiko and Yuusuke that night, with some effort. Yuusuke was incensed and was ready to shoot to Makai, if

not for Keiko. She stopped him abruptly and debated logically, "Use your brain, Yuusuke. Yomi sends Shura to us so that we can protect him

and yet you want to go to Makai and leave us to danger?" Yuusuke clenched his fists in anguish, "How dare they do this when I'm not

around!" he snarled. Shura looked down at the floor, not letting them see his teary eyes, the proof of concern for his father. Yuusuke faced

Keiko, his eyes met with Keiko's, full of worry and concern. He walked to the door and beckoned Keiko, "Kurama and Kuwabara will protect

Shura. I have to go to Makai, for it is partly by responsibility and fault that this has happened." With that, he sprinted out of the door and

vanished from sight in no time. Keiko was overwhelmed by a sense of sorrow, and pride at the same time.

"You have grown up, Yuusuke." "Hanako-chan, don't play around! Come over and help!" A woman wearing a kimono sat by the river, doing some chores. A girl, who looked no

more than eighteen, ran over playfully to her mother and helped carried a small tub of laundry. She headed for a small cave-like house and put

down the laundry, then ran out of the cave to the cliff. She looked at the beautiful snow-white landscape which stretched for quite a distance

and took a deep breath. The peaceful-looking scenery never fails to arouse her feelings and takes the joy out from the inside of her, spreading it

throughout her whole body. Her kimono had obstruct most of her movements but she had been wearing it since she was before a year-old. She

sighed in content as the cold wind blew across her face, but she would have never realised the true world beyond the ice river of the Koorimes. The sound of battle could be heard far off as Yukihana stood at the cliff- top. She looked out and saw a small troop advancing towards the

ice-river and was curious and a little frightened, and for some reason, she felt very apprehensive. She sprinted desperately to her mother, who

was sorting out the laundry in their home, and shouted, "Mother!"

The Koorime woman was taken aback at her daughter's sudden intrusion and glared up, a little annoyed, "Hanako-chan, what is it?"

"There...there are people...heading here!" Yukihana gasped out as she caught her breath frantically as she bent over, leaning her hands on her

knees. The Koorime woman went to the cliff and looked down. Her daughter had been speaking the truth, what she had dreaded it to be.

The troop heading for the ice river gave off strong Youki and the Koorimes gathered together and prepared for the worst, as there was only one

way out, which is to face the intruders. Yukihana had been the youngest Koorime in their country so far, and most probably the only Koorime

child. The rumbling of the advancing troop could be heard. The leader of the troop was leading the rest and welding a sword, he led the rest up

and surrounded the Koorimes. With a cry, the troop suddenly attacked. The Koorimes had no time to ask about their coming and seeing no

choice then to fight, they let out excessive amounts of Youki and lowered the surrounding temperature of the air. Their sudden defence

weakened the youkais and the Koorimes froze a few of them to death. However, they were still no match for the trained fighters. Yukihana's

mother pushed Yukihana out of the way of a blade, which she took upon herself. The blade sliced neatly through her arm and blood gushed out

profusely. Her left hand grasped her right shoulder and tried to stop the flowing of the blood in a fruitless attempt. She lounged at the youkai

and knocked him down with her body and burned all her Youki in a split second. A few youkais around her fell limp on the ground by another

sudden drop of temperature. Yukihana saw her mother drop to the ground, her Kimono covered with blood of her own. Yukihana ran over and

was too shocked to cry. The Koorime woman mumbled to Yukihana as she her body trembled with a tremendous effort to breathe,

"Find...Yuki..na..." Her voice died off as her eyes closed before Yukihana, who had then found her nightmare to become reality.

The words printed deep in her mind as tears started to flow out beyond her control. She looked around and saw that many of her fellow

Koorimes had either died or were dying. The only one standing was her. Only four Youkais were left and they rushed towards her with weapons

in their hands. Yukihana saw no choice but to run. She ran up to the cliff and looked down as the Youkais cornered her.

She backed one more step, then thought about her chances of living.

She had decided her path.

She jumped.

************************************************************************ Author's notes....again (hmm...1725 words only...) Just a note to clear any misunderstandings...

Yukihana IS Hanako.

Yukihana means Snow flower...Hanako is her pet name...it's sounds cute anyway...

*smile* I think I like this chapter...but it took me 5 chapters to include her...under such tragic circumstances...

The time now is close to midnight...and I have school tomorrow...(have to wake up before 6am)

Well, if there's any mistakes or comments you'd like to give, or if you just want to email to me that you read the fic, feel free to do so...^-^

Any questions or queries, please email me too... Domo arigato gozaimasu for Selena-san, for being a good friend and supporter all along,

Hiei-chan for her encouragement, Hime-san for being another supporter and Keiko-chan for leaving me alone when I typed this...^-^;(don't kill

me) and also, thanks to all the readers out there...

Arigato gozaimasu for reading! Kurama (email me at aster@pacific.net.sg)

Chapter 6 Memories "Just in time!" Makoto gasped as she sat on her chair two seconds before the bell went mercilessly as usual. She looked around for her friends

and noticed that her friend, Sasaki Yakumo, was not present. She turned to Sayako and asked, "Sayako-chan, Yakumo-san didn't come today?"

Sayako glanced over to the other end of the classroom, "He isn't here? I just noticed..." Makoto dismissed it as a small matter and took out her

books. Takenaka's attitude to her did not change even after he knew about Makoto and the rest. Makoto felt that Takenaka was an

understanding man, able to realise that Makoto, even though of a Youkai birth, was no different from a human in terms of her emotions and

thinking. Makoto smiled inwardly at this, but her smile soon turned into a frown when she saw that she had left a piece of homework at home.

"That was supposed to be handed in yesterday! I forgot to bring it again!" She scolded herself, but looked at the clock on the classroom wall

above the blackboard.

"Hm...homework's to be handed in after recess...maybe I'll just run home and get it." She thought and lit up again. Their chemistry teacher

soon stepped in and began another boring lecture. Makoto felt sleepy and looked around as the teacher faced the blackboard, and saw that she

was not alone. More than half the class was bored to the verge of dozing off as she was, and the other half was most probably asleep. Sayako

stared at her textbook blankly as her eyes were unwillingly forced opened. "Someone has got to brighten this up...", Makoto thought as she

gave a small yawn. She read the textbook and wrote some notes of her own as the teacher wrote on the blackboard.

"There are four types of matter...light, sound, fire and movement are classified under Energy...I wonder what exactly is fire made of." Makoto

felt an urge to press an answer out of someone, but the chemistry teacher was definitely out of the question. The bell of salvation soon rang,

fully awaking the half-asleep students.

"We'll stop here for today," The teacher announced, "and I'll give you a test tomorrow." This stunned the students as well as earning some

groans and complaints as they went out of the class after bidding good-bye to the teacher. Sayako and Makoto headed straight for the canteen

as Makoto thought about the question, "Maybe I'll ask Touchan or Kaachan." She had forgotten all about her homework. In a nearby shopping complex, "Come on, Shura, you don't expect to wear Makai-style clothes in Ningenkai!" Keiko laughed as Shura gave

another scowl of reluctance. He was wearing a shirt and a pair of Yuusuke's jeans, which was a little loose to him, but had fitted quite well.

Botan had tied up his hair into a pony-tail to make him look neater, since he refused to cut it. Botan was free that day, so she joined Keiko in

their shopping spree. Koenma was still in Reikai, stamping the never-ending stack of documents. Botan also laughed, "Shura-kun, you look just

fine!"

Shura took another set of clothes handed to him by Keiko and went into the fitting room. He looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly

realised how much he resembled his father. He sighed and tried the clothes on. Botan and Keiko pulled Shura into many other shops not just to

look for his clothes as they promised, but practically everything else. Shura ended up carrying most of the shopping bags for them.

"I don't understand humans..." He thought as Botan pulled him into another shop. He had been very childish once, but experience taught

patience. Keiko glanced at Shura and giggled at his expression, which showed annoyance which was enhanced by suppression, yet

unthreatening. Botan noticed it too and declared, "All right, all right, let's stop for today. I think we've had enough of shopping..." "About

time," Shura mumbled inaudibly as he relaxed a little. "Botan-chan, why don't you come over to our house and have a seat? It's not far from

here." Botan nodded enthusiastically as her cheerful smile made Shura felt that she was so innocent, even though she was older than he was.

He followed Keiko and Botan closely as they headed for home. "Phew!" Keiko and Botan panted as they placed their shopping bags on the

table with a clumsy swing. Shura did the same but he was not tired at all, just warm from the heat. Keiko fetched some drinks and offered them a

seat. "Yuusuke's worrying me lately," Keiko brought up as they sipped the ice-cold soft drinks. "I just don't know where else he'll run to."

Botan returned her words with a chortle and added, "Don't worry, Keiko- chan. Yuusuke's S-class, he'll be fine. It'll take a lot to get him pinned

down." Shura took another sip at his drink and thought about it. Yuusuke does have his weak points, and it can be fatal. Keiko quickly changed

the subject and went to take her shopping bags over.

"Shura-kun, come and try this!" Shura gave a whimper of protest, "Not again!" In the Makai... A female youkai gazed dreamily at the night sky of Makai from her comfortable seat on a tall tree. Even Makai can be beautiful at times, but still,

Makai was in disorder. She leaned back and relaxed herself, continued to stare blankly at the empty dark sky. A rustle was heard, and alerted her

pointed ears. She tensed up, but from the footsteps she heard, she knew that the intruder was injured, seriously. She leapt down and saw a girl

on the verge of collapsing, then checked her pulse.

"A Koorime!" She thought immediately upon touching her pulse. Koorimes were known for their 'cut-off' existence from the rest of the Youkai.

"Luckily she had concentrated her Youki to one point, avoiding death when injuries were inflicted on her, but how come she......" Her train of

thoughts were cut off by a soft moan from the Koorime. She carried her on her back and walked hastily to her nearby cave. Yukihana stirred, and winced as the pain got to her. She found that her abdomen and leg were bandaged with some kind of strange Makai

plants. She lay there for a while, unable to move without a sharp pain anywhere. A small ray of light shone in the cave and a female Youkai

approached her. "You're awake," the Youkai smiled as she held a basin of water. The opening of the cave was not big, which helped retain

some heat in. The Youkai slid a hand under Yukihana's neck and supported her up to a sitting position slowly and carefully. Yukihana was

surprised at her gentleness and could not help but to return her smile. The Youkai looked at Yukihana and observed for a while. Yukihana

dropped the smile and almost choked on her tears when images of her clan's death struck her. The Youkai seemed to empathise with her and

gave a sad smile.

"I understand," She whispered and then turned away and went out of the cave, asking no more. It was officially daytime in Makai as light

reached almost every corner of the cave. Yukihana placed her hand over her injuries and started to heal herself. Soon, she was able to move and

speak without much effort. She reached for the basin of water and washed her face and hands, then tidied her tangled hair into a pigtail. Her

Kimono was half tattered from the fall. Some time later, she managed to stand up and walk a few steps. Just then, the female Youkai entered the

cave with some fruits and hunts of the day.

"Sit down, you'd better conserve your energy," She advised in a soft, low voice. Yukihana obeyed and was fairly surprised at the stranger who

showered her with concern. She leaned on the wall of the cave as the Youkai built a fire and tossed her a fruit. "I guess you must be hungry."

Yukihana took it without asking, and examined the fruit for a while before taking a bite. "I am very sorry to have caused you so much

inconvenience. My name is Yukihana, but please call me Hanako. May I know your name?"

The female Youkai glanced at her then turned back to feed the hungry fire, paused for a while and without facing Yukihana, replied faintly,

"Kuroya,".

Yukihana respected the silence for a while as they ate, feeling her body healing slowly and her Youki regaining. Kuroya's long, smooth flowing hair reached her waist as her large black eyes seemed emotionless.

"Tis' a dark night for the Makai, Hanako-san..." She commented as the light shone in, but never reaching a small corner of the cave where

Kuroya stood.

Yukihana nodded sadly as she stood up slowly. "I'm sorry to impose on you, Kuroya-dono, I think I should take my leave." Kuroya did not

flinch as Yukihana dusted herself and walked out of the cave. Just before she left, Kuroya pointed to the east. "There's a gate to Ningenkai."

She did not have to say more. Yukihana walked slowly towards the east as a few tears dropped on the ground, forming some crystal-like

translucent pearls. Each representing one of her kind who had died during the battle. Kuroya leaned on the wall of the cave and slid down

slowly, then sat down and combed her hair as she hummed a sad tune, hoping for peace. Her eyes gazed straight ahead, looking at nothing but

her thoughts. Back in Ningenkai... "Makoto! You forgot your homework again? I want it today, so you'd better run home and get it or you redo it after school." The teacher said

sarcastically.

Makoto thought for a while and replied meekly, "Hai, Sensei. I will bring my homework from home right away."

The bell rang soon, announcing the end of another school day. With that, she picked up her bag and walked out of school in a considerable

pace, which soon broke into a joyful run when the wind became stronger. She laughed to herself as she ran faster and faster. She slowed down

unevenly when her house came in view. She sensed something strange in her house, a familiar feeling. "Yakumo?" She asked as she unlocked

the door with her keys and stepped into the empty house. She slid the bag off her shoulders and treaded around quietly to the source where

she felt it. Something told her it was in her room. A boy sat on a chair beside the window and smiled when he saw her. Makoto was bewildered,

"Yakumo-kun, what are you doing here?" Yakumo just kept quiet and beckoned her to sit down. She fidgeted for a while and sat on the table,

facing Yakumo. Something in her aided her mind and replaced her child-like innocence with a stern and ready-to-kill mind. Yakumo sensed that

but stretched out his hand to Makoto's forehead, running his fingers gently over the scar. Makoto felt peaceful and calmed down, but Yakumo

seemed to be getting the other end of it. He trembled in effort as he concentrated hard.

In Makoto's mind, Yakumo could see a small black figure, who crouched on the invisible floor, his back on Yakumo. "Mako-chan?" He asked.

"Yakumo, you're a psychic. I advise you to get the hell of my mind before you get killed." A low voice warned in a harsh tone.

"Who may you be?" Yakumo continued. "I suggest you to stop, no matter how strong a psychic you are, you are but human. I am Makoto's

soul, her memories which was not forgotten, but hidden."

Suddenly, there was a flash of violet light and Yakumo stumbled back, gasping and panting for breath, his shirt damp with perspiration. Makoto

looked at him coldly as the mind of an experienced Youkai took command for a while, but soon softened down and closed her eyes as images

pieced together. Yakumo supported himself on his hands weakly, but with a sign of satisfaction. Makoto looked at him and pushed his chin up

to face her.

"Thank you." She whispered. Yakumo gave a smile, but his eyes were losing their brightness. He then hung limp and slumped on the ground.

Makoto helped him up and realised that he was slowly but surely dying.

The power of the jagan was something not to be reckoned with.

She phoned Kurama. In less than a minute, Kurama arrived. He was wearing a tie, his hair tied up, without a doubt that he had just came home from helping his

Otosan. He ran to the room and knelt down instantaneously, feeling the pulse of Yakumo, whom Makoto had carried to her bed after phoning

Kurama. Yakumo's pulse beat was weak, his face turning pale and cold. Kurama took out a seed. He crushed the seed in his hand, mixed with

some plant juice and forced it down Yakumo's throat. "I hope this will work..." He mumbled to himself as he observed the results. He then

relaxed when the plants started to take effect, and the blood in Yakumo's veins started to circulate faster and closer to normal.

Kurama's serious glare went to Makoto, who looked down, thoughtful. "Hiei...he's a psychic, but he's human. He'll live, but his powers may

most probably be gone, with quite a portion of his memories due to the medicine I gave him." As Yakumo stirred, Kurama quickly placed his

hand over the body and concentrated, 'absorbing' a sickly violet and yellow light emitted from Yakumo.

Someone taller took Kurama's place, his long silver hair up till his waist. Makoto did not react to that, and noted, "You're getting his power out

of his system, along with the poison."

"Yes," Youko Kurama nodded, and continued, "He has a strong fighting will, but I must get his body rid of the poison that the power of your

jagan and Youki gave to him. The only way is to absorb it, for he cannot expel it."

Youko Kurama stopped as soon as Yakumo started to stir a little. He then went out of the room through the window and vomited some blood

on the grass, a mixture black, violet and red. The grass withered as soon as he blood dripped on them. Kurama wiped his mouth with his shirt

and went back in, his form reverting back to his human form. Makoto looked at the clock, "How do I ever explain this to his parents if they come home?" She sighed for a while, then suddenly realised

something with a shock. "Nuts! I forgot the homework I was supposed to hand in! Now I'm really going to get it from Sensei." She looked at the

clock again, "Maybe he's still in school. She picked up her homework on her table and broke into a run. "That girl..." Kurama smiled as he

picked up two pieces of paper that fell out. He looked at Yakumo, who was breathing more or less normal, sleeping soundly at the same time,

and decided to pick up the papers, running in the same direction Makoto went. Makoto knocked on the door of teacher's room as she panted a little. The teacher glared at her impatiently but accepted her papers. Makoto

quickly checked her papers and discovered that two pieces were missing. She grinned nervously inside, until someone entered the teacher's

room after knocking. "Kurama-chan!" Makoto exclaimed, a little surprised, but relieved when she saw what he was holding. He held out the

papers to her, "Mako-chan, I think you need these." He chuckled. There were not many people in the school now, since most of them had gone

home after school. The teacher took the other two pieces of homework from Makoto and sat down, getting to work. "You may go." "Arigato, Sensei." Makoto responded. She then went off with Kurama. Kurama and Makoto stopped dead in their tracks as they sensed

something. "Youki!" Makoto thought, "Kurama-chan, it's a mile from here, but it is very strong, and is pleading for help." Kurama nodded his

head in comprehension and they flitted out of the school gates to the direction of the north. Yukihana carefully took one step after another, each one more painful than the last. The last words of her mother remained. She was to find

Koorime Yukina. She trudged on, but finally collapsed and sat down on the heath. A temple was in view, which she had somehow felt it's

presence. The Makai gateway was around this area, and she hoped to find a human who could help her. Her frustrated self blamed her weak

legs for not obeying her. Only fifty metres to the temple but she could not do it. She fought back her tears and concentrated her Youki to a

point and using the stored energy, she crawled to the temple. She found herself in a large hall, in which she could sense some Reiki as well as

Youki, her senses telling her that there were presence of people here not long ago. She pulled herself up a chair and leaned hard, panting a little.

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep from exhaustion. "It came from here!" Makoto pointed excitedly as she ran towards the temple. Kurama followed closely behind, "A Koorime," he said, observing

the earth beneath him, which left faint scent trails. Makoto sensed a bit of Youki. "It's Koorime all right," She confirmed. They ran into the

temple and saw a Koorime girl in a tattered Kimono on a chair, breathing softly. They looked at her smiled at each other as Kurama carried the

Koorime on his back, who was still sleeping sweetly. "Mako-chan," Kurama said softly, trying not to wake the girl on his back, "Looks like

she'll have to take the master bed."

Makoto gave a warm chuckle as her eyes lit up. "Ha! I wonder how Touchan will react if he saw these two. Kaasan is still out with Touchan...,

'dating'," Makoto stressed on the word 'dating', and gave another laugh. She tip-toed lightly into her own bedroom and saw Yakumo still

asleep. Kurama put down the girl and put his hand on the girl's forehead and pulse.

"She's all right, just over-exerted herself a little,". He turned around but Makoto was not there. He smiled again and went over to where the

other 'guest' was sleeping and saw Makoto kneeling beside the bed.

"What will I do with all these memories?" She said sadly, almost close to despair.

Kurama stood at the doorway leaned on the frame. "Mako-chan, come with me...I think it's time we had a little talk." Makoto nodded, close to crying. She looked longingly at Yakumo as she grasped Kurama's hand tightly. Kurama took her to the forest near the

temple.

"Those two won't wake up that fast. I already gave them some medicine. They'll sleep for another three hours." He answered without looking at

Makoto, reading her thoughts. He then headed to a tall tree with strong branches and climbed up effortlessly. Makoto followed suit and they

looked around at the greenery that stretched for a long way off from their vantage view. The blending greens calmed down Makoto and she

soon found herself snuggling against Kurama. He sat there, leaning on the strong branch connected directly from the trunk. He let Makoto do

what she wanted and relaxed. This had used to be one of Hiei's favourite pastimes when he was troubled or just plain tired. The wind blew

gently yet steadily, rising and falling gradually, acting like a lullaby. The memories of the past were not forgotten, but they can be conquered.

Makoto found herself getting drowsy and soon, both of them were asleep, the plants on the tree entwining protectively around the two. **************************************************************************** ********* Some Complaints and mutterings... Chapter 6 done......

....hmm...now's 11.40pm.... not too late...except that I have school tomorrow... must wake at 5.30am....

*sigh* I think I'm getting used to going without sleep.....

A mental note to myself..."This is not Yaoi...this is not yaoi..."

The Yaoi stuff is really getting to my head...though I will not write any...for the time being.

3363 words....I did a count...for this chapter...

Katherine-san's fic, Songs of Innocence and Experience, was over 20,000 words....

*phew!* Well, better post this and go to sleep...

got a Chinese and a chemistry test tomorrow... *yawn*

Good luck to all fanfic writers out there....please give me your comments... Domo arigato, Kurama

Side poem: - Thoughts --Makoto Loved by everyone around me

I feel so fortunate.

My father, my mother,

my friends.

They were always there for me. My inner mind

My former memories

Spins like a vortex

and surface to my conscience.

Spiralling to a dot

in the depth of my heart.

I now know my true self. My soul is merging,

melting and casting with knowledge.

Breaking the glass that was between.

The present and the past. Memories I never knew I had. Yet there was one thing which I never had,

in the forgotten past.

The love I had never dreamed of,

is now out there.

Caressing me like the summer wind. I stand unsteadily,

leaning on the rails.

Overlooking the waters of swaying emerald.

People come and go like shadows,

I am faceless among them. The love that was showered upon me,

their blood infused with mine.

Brought out my guilt,

that was hidden.

A long time ago

A time I could not remember.

I had taken their love for granted.

Only realising it now. I smile at my reflection

and reach out for the horizon.

The railings obstruct me,

making me realise.

I cannot cross. The water glimmers,

pretty ripples in the sea,

the gentle sunset shining upon.

I want to touch the waters,

to go beyond my counterpart.

What am I?

Of truth,

sincerity and faithfulness.

Which have I accomplished? I know that if I dip the waters,

my reflection will shimmer.

My moral is shaken,

like the willows in the breeze. I cannot repay them,

instead I have to lie.

Can anyone understand? I sit and stare,

at the sparkling light,

rebounded by the green sea waters.

I see nothing in front of me,

a pitch dark night-like place.

A dove-like creature of magnificent white,

soars and swoops

more daring than a falcon.

It skims low and touched the surface

of the water which emerged from nowhere.

The crystal green mirror breaks

into tiny ripples.

It shatters.

My reflection in a million pieces.

Can I ever retrieve it back? My closed eyes now,

facing the wind.

The sun has gone to sleep,

the moon now shines.

I look to the past no longer,

the present unimportant.

For the future has yet to come. I will wait.

Chapter 7 Kuroya Yuusuke dried himself with a towel as soon as he reached his castle from an unpredictable Makai rainstorm. He mumbled some curses as a few

of his followers came out and received him warmly, and getting a room ready. Soon after he got himself presentable, he headed to the meeting

room, where they gave him an outline of the problem Makai was facing recently. Along the explanation, Yuusuke cursed a considerable number

of times. Yomi and Mukuro have been fighting hard to keep Makai from falling apart, but it seems that even they themselves are tiring out,

slowly but surely. A Youkai by the name of Kizoato gave him the details of the destroyed areas. "Makai can repair itself quickly, but the

continuous damage it has suffered makes it difficult, Urameshi-sama."

Yuusuke pounded his fist on the table, which almost broke under his force and said calmly, looking at Kizoato. "I'm going to see this for

myself." His fellow Youkais could do nothing much but to stare at him. "Well, if no one is coming, I'll go there myself!" Yuusuke said, with a bit

of sarcasm in it. Kizoato stood up and faced Yuusuke, "I'll come with you, for I know the way to these places." He held out a map made of some

kind of cloth-like material, which he rolled it into a scroll. Yuusuke gave him a hearted grin, a pat on the shoulder and shouted, "Ikuyo ze!" as he

sprinted out of the castle walls with Kizoato following closely behind.

"Urameshi-sama, I can feel the Youki of the S-class Youkais in there." He pointed in a vague direction at the forest. They looked at each other in

mutual agreement and understanding for a flicker of a second and continued to run to the direction of the trees. Kuroya was on a tall, sturdy tree as usual. She had grown the tree from a seedling, accompanied it with care, talked to it, and treated it as a

friend. Her memories were told to it, but it never replied, but she never expected it to reply anyway. She knew that the problem in Makai was

getting worse. Kuroya could not resist the urge to join in the fight for peace, especially after Yukihana's short visit, which penetrated her

uncaring outer shell and luring her true self out. A scent of S-class Youkais hit her nose sharply, as she hid her own Youki within herself, to

prevent being discovered. The Youkais could not be far off. She did a quick mental count. There were only two. One was very strong. Perhaps

she could do peaceful greeting and infiltrate as a weak Youkai and gather information. She tied up her hair messily and walked casually and

fearless to the direction of the scent. There was nothing to lose.

When she approached, she sensed new Youki from the direction she was walking to. "Another group?" She thought as she did another mental

calculation. Very risky, but she may be able to get the first two. She walked up hastily and looked down on the forest floor, her cape covering

most of her face. She bumped into Yuusuke and acted awkwardly, hiding her Youki cautiously and trying to show she was of a low class. "I'm

very sorry," She mumbled as she did a small bow to Yuusuke. Kizoato was a little apprehensive and whispered to Yuusuke to be careful.

Yuusuke replied gruffly, "It's okay." and brushed past her, walking ahead to the direction of the Youki. Kuroya did a quick mental scan of

Yuusuke, making him twinge a bit. She found out his intentions and walked straight up to him, "I want to join you."

Kizoato looked at her strangely and asked, "What? Are you out of your mind?"

Kuroya fixed her gaze at Yuusuke, "I know you, Yuusuke Urameshi, son of Reizen." Yuusuke stared at her, though understanding what she was

indicating, but felt her mind probing a bit into his, sending a faint picture of the war that ended not long ago by the three countries. "Let me join you, for I am also a Peace-seeker." Kuroya said gently, looking straight into Yuusuke's eyes as her cape fell to her neck, exposing

her gentle, fair face.

"Urameshi-sama!" Kizoato hissed a low growl.

"I believe her," Yuusuke announced, "You are welcome to join us, Kuroya, but you must be aware of the dangers you are facing, especially for

a Youkai of your class."

"Those eyes..." Yuusuke thought silently as they trudged on, "those eyes are like those of Kurama's when he pleaded me to help his

mother...so trusting..." Kuroya smiled in gratitude but tensed up as they felt Youkai approaching. Yuusuke beckoned them to hide their Youki

and they clambered up the trees, getting ready for an ambush if necessary. A small band of Youkai came into view. Yuusuke did a calculation.

"This may be a little risky, for we've got a low-class Youkai on our side." Yuusuke thought as he took a swift glance over to the tree where

Kuroya was on. Kizoato observed the Youkais and did some calculations. "Damn! This is pretty risky." He hissed to himself. Yuusuke gave a

silent signal followed by a shout, "NOW!" which startled the small band of Youkais. Before they could look up, one of them was already

rendered motionless by Yuusuke, who wasted no time in attacking. "Great, now it leaves us one each.", Yuusuke thought smugly as he took on

the 'leader' of the small group, a S-class Youkai, but Yuusuke estimated as 'not his match'. Kizoato took on the Youkai with a blue horn. He

glared at the Youkai and decided to see if he could get any information out of the Youkai. The Youkai just gave him a stern, wry smile as

Kizoato gave him a head-on punch, which the Youkai avoided easily. Kizoato then took out a small short stick about the length of his palm from

his side pocket, as he demanded , "Why are you doing this to us? What business do you have here?" The Youkai gave a snigger and raised his

hand stealthily, holding an axe, a weapon of his choice. He replied in a soft yet cutting tone, "Our lord has plans to unify Makai." Kizoato

smirked, "Unify? Destroy as a piece, I say!" He spitted on the ground hard to show his repulsion, then extended his stick into a staff of blue

energy, with spikes on the rounded top. The Youkai did not wait. He struck, hard. Kuroya faced another Youkai. "He's pretty strong, but I'll outdo him yet." She thought as her bare hands glowed with light, her Youki rising

rapidly and steadily. The Youkai took out a sword and struck straight down above Kuroya's head. Kuroya held out one of her glowing hand

and caught the blade neatly with two fingers. She exerted some pressure and the blade snapped into half. Before the Youkai could react, she

gave a few deadly punches which sent him flying up a tree, stranded up there, unmoving. Kuroya looked at her hands, which were glowing

more brightly. The Youkai have a considerable amount of Youki, which she sucked into her own body when she with her fist connected to the

Youkai's abdomen. She then darted over to Yuusuke, who just finished off his share with a Rei-gun. Yuusuke now sensed the strong Youki that

hung around Kuroya. She just ignored his reactions and watched Kizoato.

Kizoato was fighting with some difficulty, covered with some skin-deep wounds. The Youkai swung the axe at a low angled-arc which Kizoato

avoided, falling straight into the Youkai's trap. The Youkai swung the axe around and circled it down vertically aiming to split Kizoato into half.

Kizoato blocked the coming blow with his staff. Kuroya and Yuusuke felt the urge to help, but they knew a Youkai's pride is as valued as his

life. Kizoato strained under the weight and pressure thrust upon him. He reached deep within himself to find his reserve of powers. Being

desperate, he grabbed the energy within him tight, and pushed the axe off his staff with a sudden burst. His staff started to illuminate and his

eyes turned into a blood-red colour. He pointed the staff at the Youkai and gathered all his energy at the round end of the staff. A big ball of

energy flew from his staff and homed in to the Youkai, who tried to block it off as he was not in a favourable position to dodge the oncoming

blow. The ball of energy burned through the Youkai's axe and touched him. The Youkai screamed in agony as the radiant sphere burnt his

whole body, consuming it up with hellfire. In only a second, white, powdery ashes scattered everywhere, blown all over the place. Kizoato

collapsed on his knees and panted. He knew he did not have much Youki left. Kuroya walked over casually and helped him up. Yuusuke took

the hint and followed, holding on Kizoato and slinging his arm over his own shoulder. Kuroya warned Yuusuke to lower their Youki lest they

were discovered.

"I found this on the Youkai I fought." Kuroya said as she held out a map to Yuusuke with her free hand. "Let us go back to the castle and look

into this," Yuusuke said as he looked at the weak Kizoato. "Those S-class Youkais, although the lower class of S, they still pack quite a punch."

He muttered, audible enough for Kizoato and Kuroya's sake. "Nanda koitsu?!" Kuwabara yelped as he entered the room with Yukina, seeing an unexpected stranger. He stepped closer and found that it

was a boy, and recognised it as one of Makoto's classmates. Yukina also stepped closer and observed for a while, then sniffed the air around

he boy's face. "He has eaten some Makai plants." She noted. Kuwabara looked astonished as he looked out to his own room, seeing a girl on it.

Yukina's eyes also widened. Then she tugged out a slip of paper under the vase on the dining table and read it aloud, for Kuwabara's benefit, "Touchan and Kaachan, I'm leaving these two in the house, who are harmless after eating those Makai medicine.

Please do not worry, I'm going out with Kurama-chan.

From Makoto." Kuwabara sank down into the couch, in which Yukina followed suit. Yukina looked up at the clock which hung conspicuously on the white wall

opposite them.

Kuwabara smiled shyly at Yukina as she chuckled her usual sweet, gracious smile.

They then kissed. Makoto woke slightly and did a somersault out of the tree, which Kurama had not anticipated. He fell off but did a graceful flip in mid-air, his

landing a little unstable. "Let's go." Makoto murmured seriously. Kurama put a hand round her shoulder, "If you don't want to say anything, I

can understand." He said as they walked out of the forest behind the temple at a moderate pace. Makoto suddenly burst into laughter, which

surprised Kurama. Makoto's laughter was bitter, but the bitterness faded away into the laughter and dissolved in the air. She spread out her

arms as Kurama still held on to her. "Thank you, Kurama...I feel a lot better now." Kurama gave a short laugh.

"Hiei's memories didn't do much change to Makoto's open-mindedness." He said to himself silently. Sparkles of light returned to her eyes as

she held her Hirui-seki.

"Who would know that I would end up being my sister's daughter?" She joked light-heartedly as she held Kurama's hand tightly and skipped

joyfully, having her memories back in her possession. Kurama kept his silence as he joined in her joy and walked with a rhythm in their steps. "Tadaima!" Makoto shouted as soon as she opened the front door. Her still child-like behaviour had always kept Kurama amused.

"Just how much innocence does she have?" She entered, but there was no one. She saw a note stuck on the refrigerator with a little button

magnet. It read: "Mako-chan, Kaachan and I are going over to Urameshi's to look for Shura.

Those two people are your friends? Take good care of them, and say hi to them for me. Lots of love,

Touchan" Makoto sniggered at the note Kuwabara left behind. Yakumo and that Koorime girl should wake anytime now. Kurama sat on Makoto's study

chair and waited patiently for Yakumo to wake. He stirred and opened his eyes forcefully, his eyes starting to focus on the two faces in front of

him. Makoto grinned at him and asked, "Hey, Yakumo-kun, are you all right?" Yakumo sat up supported by Kurama's strong hands, and smiled

back.

"Where am I?" He asked, looking around, puzzled.

"You're in my room, you really don't remember?" Makoto-chan, what are you talking about? Remember what?" Makoto looked up at Kurama

from her seat on the floor, "Kurama-chan, he really lost his memories as a psychic?"

Kurama just nodded solemnly, "That would be better for him, since he's only human."

Makoto's felt her heart twinge a little as the sentence struck her. Makoto stood up. "C'mon, Yakumo-kun, I accompany you home." Yakumo

clambered out of bed and accepted Makoto's offer gratefully.

Kurama also stood up and headed for the master bedroom, "I'll take care of her," He signalled to Makoto with a casual wave of his hand as she

walked off with Yakumo. Yukihana was already fully awake and sitting up on the bed when Kurama entered the room. She smiled and took a small bow. "Domo arigato

gozaimasu. I shan't impose on you any longer."

Kurama noticed her pale face and decided to be more hospitable. "Why don't you stay and have a cup of tea?"

Yukihana could not reject the offer for she was tired and weak, even though she had slept for a few hours. As she took a sip of rich milk tea, she

introduced herself. Kurama listened with interest as she told her story.

"...then I just found myself here when I woke up." Her eyes brimmed with tears as she forced a smile to show her gratitude. Kurama returned

her smile and suggested, "Hanako-chan, I think you can stay here, the owner would certainly not mind." Yukihana blushed a bit but got ready

to leave, but was stopped by Kurama. "I know where Yukina is." He said sternly, winning a look of bewilderment from Yukihana. She gave a

gasp of surprise as well as indescribable joy and hugged Kurama. The unexpected reaction from her got a gust of air out of Kurama. She started

crying again but stopped abruptly and asked, "You know Yukina-sama? Where is she?" Kurama beckoned her to sit down and replied, "You are

now in Yukina-san's house." Yukihana beamed with excitement and pure relief, assured of Yukina's appearance later in the evening. Shuuchi stared at his textbook blankly. His elder half-brother had taken lessons while working. He twirled his pen skilfully around his fingers as

his half-written essay stayed incomplete. He put down his pen and held the piece of writing to eye level, the title of his essay, "The Person I

Admire Most".

He did not know whether the essay would have a conclusion. He moved his chair to the window and pulled the curtains together. A knock on

his bedroom door jolted him out his chair and his thoughts. He opened the door and asked, "Yes, Kaasan?"

"Dinner's ready," She said, paused for a while, and continued, "by the way, have you seen your Oniisan?" Shuuichi just shook his head, but he

felt a need to assure her, "Kaasan, Oniisan told me that he went out with some friends and may be late for dinner." He made up the excuse as

soon he stepped out of his room and took Shiori's hand, and lead her to the dining table. Just as they sat down, the doorbell rang. Shiori hastily took off her apron and unlatched the door.

"Shuuichi! You're just in time for dinner. Look at you! What happened?" She commented worriedly as she saw some soil and reddish stains on

his shirt. Kurama dismissed it with a smile and pushed her back to the dining table, where the head of the family came out of the bathroom and

sat down beside Shuuichi. Kurama could feel that he was not very happy, but what? He offered Shiori to sit down by pulling out a chair before

he himself was seated. His little acts of politeness often aroused a look of dissatisfaction from his Otousan. Kurama decided to excuse himself

from the dining table, saying that he needed a bath. Shiori looked at her husband and just gave a small, submissive sigh. Shuuichi decided to speak up for his brother. "Tousan, what has Oniisan

done wrong?" He asked meekly, trying to avoid a harsh conflict. The middle- aged man swallowed a mouthful of food and suppressed his urge

to speak in a scolding tone. "Your brother is fine," he blurted, and suddenly asked in a quieter tone, "We'll have a family meeting later." Shiori

kept her silence and waited till dinner was over and tidied the table as Kurama came out and took his dinner. ************************************************************************ Some ramblings.... Writing fics are so much fun....and I haven't come to the exciting part yet....it's a long way off...

but I'm trying to get to it....

I need comments about the character development, and I'm trying to hold a vote for the characters I came up with

....votes?

Anyway, it's now 11.20pm now...and I got to wake at 5.30 in the morning tomorrow...

*yawn* well, hopefully I can get chapter 8 done quickly... Oh yes....I thought of something that might go well with the fic...just came up with it and put it in the mail

...maybe I should put it here as well... Anyway, all rights reserved by their respective owners...except for the characters which are my own creation..... ---Kurama, who is sleepily checking the email at 11.30pm...

Side poem: - Kuroya's wish A moment of serenity, tranquillity,

of the natural silence that engulfs my soul.

The beauty, the calmness, the perfection around,

The trees and plants, entwine my heart,

my friends, my guardians, my home. The starry, starry night of home. Crickets enhanced the night as they stride,

a little humming, low and joyous. My troubles, my cares, flies away with the wind.

My longing, for a gem, a precious treasure,

I hoped, since my sixteenth traverse 'round the sun,

for the greatest pearl of the sea bed hidden,

peace. I long for peace...