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Kurama crept through the shadows of the small circle of trees, staying hidden from the noise, and testing the air every once in a while. He saw a sharp flash of movement from behind a dark branch. Turning around to the other side of the tree to see properly, what he saw was the last thing he expected.

In the small opening in the circle of trees, there were two battling demons. The most noticeable and inhuman of the two was a medium size, perhaps that of a large man. Not too large as far as demons go, but certainly not small. The most shocking part was it's unusual bright blue color, which seemed to have not real use. Neither did a small horn that stuck out of the top of its forehead, of a bright, pearly color. Its teeth were large and gray colored, as were its long claws that came out of its hands and feet. And dripping off one hand, was a lot, a LOT of blood.

The other demon was clearly the one whom the blood had been taken from. He was small, but not young. He was extremely human looking, but not totally unnoticeable. His hair was mostly black, with a spiral of white coming out of his forelocks. Well muscled and finely built, he had the look of a swords man, which was only enforced by the long, black sword he was carrying.

What the two demons were doing, nor whom they were fighting for made their appearance, and Kurama had little idea. His lack of contact with the spirit or demon world had made him undeniably ignorant of the events. Although his need to help one side was great, Kurama knew better. He could easily make a very powerful enemy that way, an enemy that wasn't connected to him in anyway. Besides, although he was reluctant to admit it, the reincarnated demon was incredibly weak as far as demons went. His human body was weak and ill timed and although Kurama himself had a natural knack for studying his opponent and destroying them, he hadn't used this ability in many years and had no desire to do so now. And the need wasn't great enough to give himself over to his demon self and risk killing everything in a ten block radius. So he had little choice then stay and watch, or leave, which he wasn't about to do incase things got out of hand.

For two demons, the fighters were incredibly civilized. They worked almost totally silently so as to not draw attention to their fighting arena. It had also been remarkably civilized of them to come to an uninhabited area in the first place. But, civilized or not, the unwritten rules were still the same. The loser would die. And right now, Kurama had a fairly good idea who the loser would be.

The injured demon was being pushed back towards the very end of the glade toward a big tree. He was being cornered and he clearly knew it. But this really made little difference. His normal right sword's hand had a large gash on it, making it impossible to use for anything other then balance. So the normally, probably quite good fighter was reduced to fighting only with the worse of his two hands.

With another good gash, the blue demon got another good swipe at the black haired demon, drawing blood from his chest and pushing him up to the back of the tree. However quickly it had gone, the fight was done. The blue demon raised his blood covered, clawed hand, readying himself to take the death swing. The injured demon closed his eyes, readying himself for the inevitable, ever nearing death.

But it never came. With a flash, Kurama leapt out from behind his tree without even a second thought. Even with a lack of thought, he pulled out his rose. Giving it a good, hard thrash, he felt something run though his body that he hadn't felt in a good, long time. It was the feeling of power, pure unharnessed energy coursing though his veins. With that, he gave a cry and the once simple beautiful rose had become a long, deadly, green, spiked vine.

Both demons widened their eyes at his sudden appearance. The blue demon quickly turned around, letting the other demon drop to the ground in pain, wincing a little but still looking up wide-eyed at Kurama.

The blue demon bared his sharp teeth at Kurama, who, without a second thought, snapped his whip once and within the blink of an eye, had it rapped around the demon's neck. The demon who was still hadn't gotten over the appearance of a new, strong demon, was even more surprised to find the demon had him in a death grip.

Then, with one sharp pull, Kurama cracked all the bones in the demons neck, killing it instantly. The demon's corpse fell to the ground with a hard thud, then lay perfectly still in the damp dirt.

Kurama looked at it for a moment, still a little surprised with himself. Then noticing his whip, examined it with his energy. It was a typical plant metamorphosis state and with a little energy, he quickly set it back to its normal rose form. Tucking the rose into the inside of his jacket, the demon gone human looked around.

When he saw the injured demon still staring up at him, he suddenly realized he should help. He walked over and leaned down to look at him. The other demon, obviously expecting to die and not willing to go easily, quickly hauled himself up and threw his sword out in front of him. Even with all his cuts and blood running all down his front, he managed to stand up with only a little help from the tree. He seemed to give Kurama a look that had little reason to believe that he would live, but would not go down without a little bit of a fight.

"Don't worry," Kurama told him quietly like one would talk to a frightened animal. "I won't hurt you."

"How am I supposed to believe you?" the black haired demon spat at him.

"You don't," Kurama told him shrugging. "You'll just have to take my word for it."

"Hah," the demon laughed coldly. "Like I'd trust the word of a powerful, killer demon."

Kurama, although stung by his words, did his best remain impassive. "You don't have much of a choice. Because, you see, in just a moment you're going to be unconscious."

And with that the injured demon blacked out. Kurama starred at him for a moment, a black heap upon the ground. Then he sighed. If he left him here, the demon would die and his human heart was too softened to do that.

Scooping up the bloody, black clothed body, Kurama threw him over his shoulder and carried him as gently as he could out of the forest glade.

This small, seemingly insignificant demon was his first revived connection with the rest of the demon world.

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Hey fans,

Okay, my new chapter is up, but it's one of the 1000 word chapters instead. A new chapter will probably be up on Tuesday, although whether it will be a double sized chapter or a normal one, I am unsure. I don't suppose it matters, as long as I have one up, ne?

We all know who the injured demon is, but since this is more or less in Kurama's point of view, I thought it'd be best not to mention his name until Kurama knows it.

I mostly put this chapter in for all you Hiei fans. I wasn't intending on having this chapter up for a couple "years" but with all the requests, I just couldn't resist. It also fit in pretty well.

Unfortunately, however, Hiei won't be in for long. He's going to go away for a while, then come back later. Kurama and Hiei do talk a bit in the next chapter though, which should be rather entertaining. So stay tuned!

Thank you everyone who sympathized with my sickyness. It was not fun, trust me.

Also, if anyone knows of any good Kurama/Hiei fics, let me know! I've seen most of the good ones on this site, but not all! No offence to you guys who like this kind of stuff, but I REALLY hate some of the love combinations in the YYH fics. Like Kurama and Boton! Come on people, like they'd ever be in love?!?! I have a hard time imagining them talking, let alone in love! God, that bugs me!

Anyway, I think that's it! Please review and flames are received with bared teeth and claws!

And on that note, love and kisses fans!

Dream Fox