Rainy Days, Stormy Nights

You know.... I'm getting a little depressed over here, a reason why: I know people read and don't review, and it's killing me here!! --..... oh the pain! Of course, the people who were generous enough to review, I love you so much!

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Now I begin, and sorry for waiting so long to update, it's just that I had a huge case of writer's block. Disclaimer applied

Chapter 7: A Day Out

"Nagisa-chan," Kurama started, now recovered from their flat-out sprint away from the school and masses of people. "What– what in Kami's name were you thinking back there?!"

Nagisa peaked through to the outside of the tall hawthorn bushes that cut off the small secluded clearing they had escaped to. "I was thinking of getting us away from hellbent, over obsessed fan people that were hunting us down like dogs." she replied cooly. "Unless, of course, you had a better idea of getting them to leave us alone." She looked back at him skeptically as he gave no response.

"You do realize they will never let this go, right?" Kurama looked over at the small, waterfall-fed pool near a large thicket of willow trees at it's bank. "They'll hunt both of us down for questions constantly, then spy on both of us for the other, and eventually try to 'break us up' with full-blown lies that will sound completely untrue." He chuckled at his own comment as Nagisa giggled, getting up to join her in watching.

"That will be difficult on their part, considering the fact that we aren't actually together, besides the fact that we know how to give them the slip in a heartbeat." She grinned at him. "Isn't that right, Shuuichi-chan?"

He nodded, moving to play with the willow branches in his reach. "You know... you scare me sometimes, Nagisa-chan." Kurama observed her out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't understand. What do you mean, Shuu-chan?" she asked softly, using the human's nickname only she ever used. "How exactly do I scare you?"

"You're just so.... different from everyone else. It's like you've lived so long you're above being human or something." He was extremely careful to keep the words 'yokai', 'Makai', and 'past life' out of his words and thoughts.

"It's funny for you of all people to say something like that, Shuuichi." She cooed, twirling a sprig of hawthorn between her slender fingers as she stared dazedly at it. "You were here first, you started everything. I'm just following suit."

"What do you mean?" he asked her, truly confused. He glanced at her through the willow branches. As he watched her continue to be mesmerized by the sprig from her comfortable position, laying on a large, smooth slab of flint, a very vague memory became very clear, his mind falling into a haze.

He was Yoko again, chasing his long time friend and lover, Koronue, though the forests of Makai. They had just completed another mission and were headed back to their hideout to stash the loot of their adventure.

Koronue stopped abruptly in front of him, a knowing smirk rising to his face. Yoko stopped as well, his smile becoming a playful smirk, the day was about to get entertaining.

"And just what, prey tel, is so amusing to you?" Yoko asked in an ambiguous tone.

"Look over yonder, my blind fool." Koronue answered, gesturing behind him.

"Very interesting. We must have some fun with this."Yoko looked down at the small, black-haired figure sleeping near his den.

"Yes, very much so." Koronue agreed, nodding with a sadistic grin. "She familiar to you?"

Yoko shook his head. "Never seen her before, but her scent is actually not that strange and she's quite attractive ."

Koronue pouted. "More than me?"

Yoko smirked. "Possibly, but seeing as you're male and she's female, I couldn't compare."

Koronue snorted. "You're cruel."

"What in Kami's name do you two keep talking about? It's rude to wake a sleeping maiden." A clear, feminine voice interrupted them.

Both men turned around quickly to face the girl, who moments ago was sleeping below them. Her lively, indigo eyes shone as she fought to suppress a smirk.

"My, my, what do we have here? Two very infamous, cunning, heart-throbbing, not to mention dead sexy thieves just going on about something above me head while I try to nap? And to what would I be honored by such company?" She sat down on a branch close by, her clothes resembling that of Yoko's.

Yoko growled as Koronue glared, speaking to the insubordinate. "You have no right to even be in our presence!"

Her eyelashes fluttered as her eyes became amber. She seemed to become much more innocent. "Oh my... What have I gotten into this time?" she mumbled to herself before looking up at the two males in front of her, she smiled softly. "Forgive me, but is this not the den of the infamous Yoko Kurama?" her voice was tender and sweet beyond compare, and also somehow familiar to Yoko.

"And why would you be looking for him? Do you wish to be bedded or otherwise used as countless others have been?" Koronue questioned, his glare becoming very predatory.

"Actually, that was not intention at all, milords. I only wish to visit my old companion." She bowed to them respectfully, blushing slightly. "Long ago I gave him a gift in return for our friendship, the ability of thievery."

Koronue looked at his lover. "Does she speak true?"

Yoko thought for a moment, before making eye contact with the girl. "If you truly are who you say, tell me the story she always told me." He said evenly. Koronue eyed him puzzled, but said nothing, waiting for the story as well.

She smiled angelically. "But of course. Once upon a time, an angel was threatened by death from her creator, and so she ran away from her beloved home. On that same night, when the moon was full, a wickedly raised demon escaped hell as they threatened to destroy her soul. Both fell into the Makai, and were instantly drawn to each other. The angel was terrified of the demon, but the latter was completely mystified by her. The demon reached out to touch the angel, their auras intertwining and their souls merging at the contact. They were now inseparable for eternity. Eventually, they were born into a body of a kitsune. Their mother was sweet, where as their father was cruel beyond compare. One day, the child met another kitsune by a small river. The two kits were very wary of each other, as was their nature. The boy was very haughty though and this appealed to her dark side, and his protectiveness and dignity appealed to the lighter side. They wanted to befriend the boy, but he was reluctant. They offered him a gift for his friendship, which at first he refused, until they slowly taught it to him. Since then they've been close friends but very distant." She quieted, peering at Yoko timidly. "And the boy's name was Yoko Kurama."

Yoko stayed silent, but nodded. "It's been awhile, Nagisa-chan."

She smiled excitedly. "You remember!" She hugged him tightly. "I missed you!"

Yoko gave a small smile. "Yes, I see that. Koronue, this is my long time friend, Nagisa-chan, I suppose I never remembered her enough to mention her."

Indigo eyes looked up at him fiercely. "She isn't the only one in this body you know!"

Yoko sighed. "And her evil side is Sakura-chan." He escaped from her grip, moving to Koronue's side. "Sakura....and Nagisa, this is my partner and lover, Koronue."

The girl looked up mischievously. "My, you've always had such good tastes, Yoko." She took Koronue's hand, kissing the back of it before licking the inside wrist. He waited patiently for her to let go before taking it back, hiding his disturbed thoughts. "And it never fails. Pleasure to meet you, Koronue. To make it easier, our birth mother always calls us both Sakura, you may do the same."

Koronue snorted, turning to leave. "Yoko, take care of your business here and I'll see you when you return." He retreated to the den in a huff.

Kurama blinked, Nagisa had moved directly in front of him and spared no space between them.

"I believe that you've been daydreaming today, Shuuichi. You haven't noticed me at all." Nagisa looked worriedly at him. "Is something bothering you?"

"N-no, not at all. What time is it?" Kurama backed up, slightly staggered.

Nagisa looked up at the sunlight falling through the trees. She sighed. "Lunch. Shuuichi.... will you hang out with me today after school? He's.... not going to come."

"Who are you talking about? Nagisa...?" Kurama was dazed as tried to gain focus of his surroundings that suddenly went hazy.

She sat him down gently on the ground, holding both his hands until he settled. "Hiei. He's not coming after school. He's needed elsewhere, 'Nii-sama. I..." she rubbed her arm nervously. "I don't want you to look for him either. He's fine." Nagisa bit her lower lip, as if to stop herself. "You'll have to put you're case on hold for awhile."

Kurama stared at her, completely stunned. Silence choked him as his mind buzzed with what he was hearing. She knew everything. Simple as that. His whole life as a human was in her hands. He felt his heart rate quicken as the silence settled.

"Nii-sama," She looked up to him and offered an apologetic smile. "I won't tell anyone, I promise, but please stay with me?"

Kurama could only nod stupidly as he worried over his cover, his sister, and his Hiei.