The Demon Enchantresses
Chapter Thirteen
He was wandering the streets, looking for her. He couldn't believe she'd left him, and her home, on a mission and found a lover, and never even thought of returning. He was furious with her, but he couldn't stay too furious. He didn't want to show her how jealous he was when they met once again. But was jealous the right word? He loved her, didn't he? He refused to believe otherwise. If his love wanted to have difficulties in their relationship, then fine. He could live with that. He'd just kill the unlucky bastard that threatened him. But how had she come to love the fool? If she even loved that disgrace. Did she? He didn't know. The dork cared for her, but did she care for the fool? The idiot would pay, and he would make sure of that. He couldn't bear seeing his love in a fool's arms. It pained him. She would have to be punished for her pathetic behavior. But how? He'd punished her every way he knew. What else was there? He thought for a while as he wandered, then it came to him. Of course! Kill the bastard that held her close! That was the only thing he'd have to do to make her come back to him. He was sure. But would it work? Would she really come back? She had to. Unless she only wanted to create more false causes...
The storm had passed, but not all the rain had. It was sprinkling outside. A faint rainbow painted a part of the sky. The air smelled of rain, spring, and sweetness. Butterflies, bees, and other bugs were flying around, pollinating flowers. Kids were playing in the park, their parents or guardians keeping an eye on them while chatting with friends. Dogs barked and chased sticks and balls, cats napped or played with toys or chased mice, mice scattered for their lives or went looking for cheese or peanut butter. It was gorgeous to be out. It was humid, but still very nice.
Eight people stayed inside and slept through all this. Four boys, four girls. Two on two. In each bed—and there were four—there were one boy and one girl, each intertwined in each other's arms, nude and under the sheets. They dreamed dreams only lovers could.
One man wasn't having a pleasant day. He'd spent all night going from house to house, searching for someone. He didn't have anything to cover from the rain, and it was still sprinkling. He didn't like the weather, or the climate for that matter, of this planet. He only came here to retrieve someone, and he was having hell finding her. He knew he wouldn't be able to convince the someone he was looking for—which just happened to be his lover—into coming home. Not after seeing her with someone else. He kept walking, unaware of what was about to happen...
*~*Meanwhile...*~*
Kusha woke up from a soundly sleep. She had yet another joyous dream about her lover. She looked at him, sleeping by her side, a huge grin upon his face. She smiled, and lightly poked his nose. He gave a small grunt, his smile widened, and he did a small turn. She giggled.
She loved it here. She missed her family, though. One day she was walking through the city, met the man of her dreams—who just happened to come from her favorite television show—and fall in love him. He was a lot more handsome in person. She forgot about everything but him when she first saw him. And he noticed her right away. He wasn't shy about talking to her, inviting her to eat with him, then asking for her to spend some more time with him. She was living in a dream, she's first thought. But it was too good to be a dream. It was too good to be reality. She didn't know what it was, but she knew she was just absolutely in love with this person.
Kusha had called her family the day after her first night in her new home. They were pretty worried that she didn't show up that night, but they decided she must have left a note somewhere and they just overlooked it. She told them she had just gone for a walk and met someone special. They were so proud of her. Her sister even said something along the lines of "It's about time! You're seventeen, graduated early from high school, and never even had one boyfriend! Well, now you know what you've missed!"
Her sister was half a model for Kusha. Her energy and enthusiasm inspired her, but her sister's way of life bugged her sometimes. She would bring home one boy after another, each time a different one—with the exception of a couple, who were lucky enough to keep her interested in them. And when her parents would allow them to stay the night, Kusha would sometimes hear noises she'd rather not have. But now she knew how wonderful those sounds were, what made her sister make them. It was such a joyous feeling, and easy to get hooked on. Kusha wouldn't admit it aloud, but she was enjoying every second spent with her wondrous lover.
As Kuwabara slid his arm around Kusha's waist, she smiled, snuggled against him, and fell asleep once again. And dreamed about the future, though she would not know until the time actually came when she would be discovered...
*~*Approximately five minutes later...*~*
Yoshiko awoke from a restless night's dream. She felt as if something was wrong, as if she didn't know anything anymore. She glanced at Yusuke, who was still asleep. She sat up in the bed. If she felt this bad, why didn't anyone else? They have more than one sense, so why can't they sense anything wrong? she thought. Her head was throbbing in pain, and her whole body hurt. She wondered if maybe she slept wrong and was getting ill. She hadn't been ill in ages, but she could just as easily catch a cold or other disease as a human. She was lucky she had made it this far without getting sick. But she knew she couldn't stay ill-free forever.
Yusuke turned onto his back and snored loudly, making Yoshiko's head throb more. She groaned in pain and muttered, "Yusuke, put a sock in your mouth..."
After a moment, Yusuke stopped snoring. Within the next minute, he was awake. "Yoshiko? What's wrong?" he asked when he woke up.
"Nothing. I'm just in a bit of pain, that's all."
"Getting sick?"
"Uh...I'm not sure. I haven't been for a while, but I don't know."
"Hm..." Yusuke lifted his hand and touched her forehead. Yoshiko saw a small flash of worry cross his eyes, but it was gone almost instantly. "You feel warm." He moved his hand to her cheek, then to the back of her neck. "I'd say you have a fever, Yoshiko."
"Oh dear..."
"What?"
"Um, nothing. It's not that important..."
"Yoshiko, you're not telling me something."
Yoshiko sighed. She didn't want to tell Yusuke about one of her powers she'd had since she was about five. But it looked as if she had no choice. "Well, you know how Hannah explained that she, Kohana, and I are enchantresses from a different planet?"
"Yeah, I remember. And that night was a wild one," Yusuke said, smirking. Yoshiko blushed.
"Well, since we were the chosen ones and survived the tests, we instantly became the enchantresses. Some of the training we endured was with weapons and magics. We were to endure the training as if we would master it. However, we could only master one weapon. Since I mastered in magics as well, I am a master with a weapon, which is the bow and arrow. Magic users are allowed to master magics and one weapon of choice. I always tried doing magics when I was little, I don't know why. But anyways, one of our training sessions was to defeat a low-level demon. We were almost new to the weapons and everything, so that's why it was a low-level. We didn't know about the data transfer thing, and we went after demons. There were nine of us, five girls and four guys. The girls were the main warriors. The boys basically kept an eye out for us. They were older—maybe about ten or fifteen winters. Well, I destroyed one of the demons, and the data was limited, so we would be worn out a bit, but we wouldn't need to rest in order to process all of it. Ever since I killed that demon, I've had a power that allowed me to be stronger and not get ill. I had lacked in training because I kept getting sick a lot. I was ecstatic when I found out I wasn't sick within what you would call three months. My family was quite happy, as well. Everyone was. I made up my training and caught up quickly with the others. I only became ill about three times since I acquired that power, and that was when I was about five winters."
Yusuke was looking at Yoshiko. He had sat up at the beginning of her speech. "Well..." he started. He didn't know what to say. "Maybe you should see a doctor?" It was a stupid suggestion, and he knew it.
Yoshiko gave a small smile. "You're silly, you know that? I can't see a doctor. I'd have to fill out all those papers and stuff, and it wouldn't be worth it. I can just heal myself." Her eyes went wide for a second and she grabbed her stomach. "Oh, God..."
Yusuke placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You gonna be all right?"
"Y-yeah, I think." She sunk into the bed, holding her stomach.
"I'll let you rest. You look like you could use it." Yusuke moved toward the door.
"Yusuke..." It was a faint call, painful.
He turned around to look at her. He had just barely made it to her part of the bed. "Yeah?"
"Please...I have a bad feeling. Please don't...don't leave me..."
He looked at her for a hesitating moment, then said, "All right, let me just go tell the others not to come in today so you can rest. Only for meals, unless you flat out don't want them in here."
She smiled as much as she could, but Yusuke could tell it was forced and used a lot of her energy. "I'll be right back," he said. He left the room quietly, and walked down the hall toward Kurama's room. He knocked on the door.
"Yes?" came a call through the closed door.
"It's me, Yusuke. I need to ask you something, Kurama," Yusuke said.
"Just a minute, please," Kurama said. A moment later, the door opened. "What do you need?"
"It's Yoshiko. She's getting sick or something. I woke up and she was sitting in bed, holding her head. We talked for a bit, then she grabbed her stomach. She feels like she has a fever. Her whole body is warm, and she doesn't even look good."
"She doesn't even look well," Kohana corrected. She was still in bed, but she had one of Kurama's shirts on, and she was covered by the blankets.
Yusuke gave her a look, but Kurama spoke before he could say anything. "I'll come by in a bit and help her."
"That's the thing. She only wants me around her. She doesn't even want to see a doctor."
"That's because she's a master of magics, and she is best with medicines. She had a lot of admirers—both male and female—that would come to her for advice, help, and medicines," Kohana chimed in.
"Yeah, well, I don't think she's going to be able to use any of her powers for a while. At least, not while she's sick," Yusuke said.
"All right, all right," Kurama said. "I'll come by whether she likes it or not. I'll help heal her, if it makes you that happy."
"Yeah, okay," Yusuke said. He walked out and went back into his own room. "Yoshiko, I'm— Yoshiko?" He looked at the bed, but she wasn't there. "Damn it! Where'd she go?!" He looked in the closet, thinking maybe she was fooling him. Nothing but clothes and other things in the closet. No beings what-so-ever. He called her name several times, searched all over the room, but she was gone.
Suddenly, Yusuke felt a breeze and looked at the window. It was open! It wasn't opened last night. He knew he hadn't opened it since at least three days ago. He walked over and called once more. He saw a shadow disappear across the corner of the house. He called one more time. Even if he got through the window, he wouldn't be able to catch up with the shadow.
Yusuke ran into Kurama's room.
"Yusuke? What is it?" Kurama asked, concerned.
"Yoshiko! She's—she's—she's gone!" Yusuke screamed.
"Please calm down. What do you mean, she's gone?"
"She's not in our room! She's not in the house! Kurama, please help me!"
"Yusuke, get a grip on yourself! I'm sure she's around here somewhere. Did you look under your bed?" Kurama suggested.
"KURAMA, DO YOU THINK I'M AN IDIOT?!" Yusuke yelled. "SHE'S SICK, AND NOW SHE'S GONE! THE WINDOW WAS CLOSED, AND NOW IT'S OPEN!"
"What's all the ruckus about?" Hiei asked, standing in the doorway.
"Yusuke lost Yoshiko," Kohana explained simply.
"I did not lose her! She's been kidnapped!" Yusuke defended himself.
"Go after her," Hiei said.
"I can't! I don't know where she went, only that she went out through the window!"
"Did you see any shadows or anything? Or did you even look out the window?" Kurama asked.
"I saw a shadow, but it was too fast. It wasn't a human, that I know. If I could even get through the window, I wouldn't have been able to catch up to the shadow."
"You could have at least tried," Hiei said.
"And risk not letting you guys help me?"
"Okay, Yusuke. Please, just calm down. We'll find her. Hiei? Can you use your jagan eye to find her?" Kurama asked.
"Maybe. It depends on what you'd do for it," he told Yusuke.
"I'd do anything!" Yusuke said, desperate to get his love back. He couldn't baer to lose another within two years of losing his first.
"You'd even give up your life for her?"
"I said I'd do anything!"
Hiei smirked. "Well, then. Maybe we can arrange something."
"Hiei!" Kurama said, warningly.
"I'm just kidding, Kurama. I'm not very sure I can use my jagan to find her."
"Please try?" Kurama asked.
"I'll try, but it won't work right now."
"Why?" Yusuke asked. He was getting pissed at his friends, since they always played these games on him.
"She would put a wall up against her thoughts so her tormentor wouldn't be able to read them. Quite a small onna, she is," Hiei said.
"Of course she's smart, you baka! She's had to deal with some perv on her home planet!" Yusuke yelled. He was getting annoyed next to being pissed.
"What did you just call me?" Hiei said warningly. He fixed Yusuke with a cold stare.
"I said of course she's smart. She wouldn't let anyone read her thoughts unless she wanted them to. But can't you break through that wall?"
"I might be able to. I'm not sure. Kurama can," Hiei said.
"Kurama?" Yusuke asked, looking at Kurama.
"Yes, I can, though I'm not sure I would be able to get through a wall barrier like hers. She's strong, just as the other enchantresses," Kurama said.
"Can you both please try, at least?" Yusuke asked.
"I will try in just a minute, if it means that much to you," Kurama said.
"Hn. Fine, I will try as well," Hiei said.
"Thank you. Oh, thank you, you guys!" Yusuke walked back to his room, but his thankfulness towards them wouldn't show. He was truly thankful, but he just couldn't be happy. He was afraid. Afraid that he'd once again lose the love of his life. He couldn't bear that. Not again. And everyone knew he wouldn't be able to. His friends didn't approve that he'd found another love so fast. They only approved because the couple was so happy together...
*~*Meanwhile...*~*
Yoshiko was being carried. She didn't want to think, but she had to in order to stop him, her captor, from reading her thoughts. She's always had a sense for telling when something bad was going to happen. Whether it be to her or someone she knew, she wouldn't know. She would only know something bad would happen soon. It would seem like she was becoming ill, but only a certain part of her back hurt. Right up by her neck, in between her shoulder blades. When that hurt, it would be very painful, almost unbearable. That was the first pain she'd felt that morning. Then her head throbbed. She knew she was becoming ill when her stomach started hurting as well. But the pain in her back told her. That's why she didn't want Yusuke to leave. She let him talk to Kurama, but she didn't think he'd be gone for that long. She should be more careful.
That you should, a voice in her head said. It was masculine, and familiar.
Who has entered my mind? she asked the voice in her mind.
It's only me, Kurama, the voice said. Where are you?
I am being carried by him, she said. How did you get through my barrier?
That is not important. Who is carrying you?
Kentaro, she said in disgust. He must have followed us home after that fight. I'm not sure, though. He was out just before I went out.
Hm... Well, I guess we do have a small situation, then. Where are you right now?
Her head started throbbing again. All this thinking, Kurama's intrusion in her mind, hurt her aching headache. She was going to pass out soon if she didn't get him out.
I can't really talk right now, Kurama. I'm sorry.
Yoshiko, wait, please. Yusuke's worried about you. We must know where you are. Yoshiko?
I'm still here, but barely. My head is throbbing, Kurama. I don't know where I am. He has me in his arms, and I refuse to open my eyes. I don't want to see him. Please, Kurama.
All right, I won't make you. But after you figure out where you are, please tell me. We'll be there as soon as we can.
Okay...Kurama?
Yes?
Please tell Yusuke that I lo—that I miss him a lot...please...
I will. Remember to keep thinking about where you are. I shall check on you again shortly.
Yoshiko didn't answer to that. She was trying to save her energy. She didn't want to look up and see her captor, though she didn't think she had a choice. Oh, the things she did for love and friendship.
Slowly, Yoshiko's eyes opened. She didn't see anything but a ceiling. She still felt his hands on her, though she couldn't tell exactly where they were. They moved all over her body. She recognized the ceiling, but she couldn't place it off hand. Then she heard his insistent rumbling.
"Oh, my beauty, at last we're together again. You don't know what you've done to me, my dear. I've searched all over the universe, from galaxy to galaxy, searching for you. What made you run from me?" He didn't know she was awake and listening. He was staring at her body. It had been a long time since he'd last seen it. He touched her everywhere, getting the feel of her body back in his mind.
"I never forgot you," he continued. "I never forgot your smooth, sensual skin. The soft and silkiness of your hair. Your scent. I never forgot any of it. But it's been so long since I was able to have you." He set her on the bed upon which he sat with her in his lap, and moved her so it was as if she willingly slept there. "Wake, my beauty. Let us share what we've not had for so long." He moved his hands on her, one cupping her breast, the other rubbing her thigh. "I know you can feel this, my darling. Stop trying to tempt me with your innocence. I know what you've done, and we both know you shall be punished for it. But punishment can come later. I need you know, my sweet beauty. Please, let me have you." He moved on top of her, spread her legs though they both still had clothes on, and thrust against her once. Then, he whispered in her ear, "Give me what I cannot have from someone else, my love. Give me your body."
Yoshiko blocked him out and retreated to the back of her mind. She couldn't bear to even think about what he was going to do. Suddenly, with a huge mass of pain, came the answer as to where she was.
Kurama! she thought. Kurama, I know where I am now!
Where? came the question in her mind.
I'm in a sha— She was cut off by the sudden ripping sound of clothes tearing. She realized her captor couldn't wait any longer to have her. And he did exactly as she'd expected. He was just the same, though maybe more angry and lustful for her.
Where are you? Kurama asked once again.
I'm in a shack— Once again she was cut off, this time by her retreating into her mind. Way in the back of her mind. She wouldn't move, she wouldn't hear anything, she wouldn't feel anything. She'd only be in the time her mind sent her to. Her head still throbbed, and her body still ached, more now because of what her captor was doing. She could faintly hear Kurama's insistent calling, his voice almost nothing but a muffled sound. She couldn't respond. She couldn't do anything. She could only let her aching mind race her back into the past, back into the times when she was always safe. But she didn't know that her mind making this happen would create a new side of her. One that had disappeared a long time ago and was never heard of since...
Chapter Thirteen
He was wandering the streets, looking for her. He couldn't believe she'd left him, and her home, on a mission and found a lover, and never even thought of returning. He was furious with her, but he couldn't stay too furious. He didn't want to show her how jealous he was when they met once again. But was jealous the right word? He loved her, didn't he? He refused to believe otherwise. If his love wanted to have difficulties in their relationship, then fine. He could live with that. He'd just kill the unlucky bastard that threatened him. But how had she come to love the fool? If she even loved that disgrace. Did she? He didn't know. The dork cared for her, but did she care for the fool? The idiot would pay, and he would make sure of that. He couldn't bear seeing his love in a fool's arms. It pained him. She would have to be punished for her pathetic behavior. But how? He'd punished her every way he knew. What else was there? He thought for a while as he wandered, then it came to him. Of course! Kill the bastard that held her close! That was the only thing he'd have to do to make her come back to him. He was sure. But would it work? Would she really come back? She had to. Unless she only wanted to create more false causes...
The storm had passed, but not all the rain had. It was sprinkling outside. A faint rainbow painted a part of the sky. The air smelled of rain, spring, and sweetness. Butterflies, bees, and other bugs were flying around, pollinating flowers. Kids were playing in the park, their parents or guardians keeping an eye on them while chatting with friends. Dogs barked and chased sticks and balls, cats napped or played with toys or chased mice, mice scattered for their lives or went looking for cheese or peanut butter. It was gorgeous to be out. It was humid, but still very nice.
Eight people stayed inside and slept through all this. Four boys, four girls. Two on two. In each bed—and there were four—there were one boy and one girl, each intertwined in each other's arms, nude and under the sheets. They dreamed dreams only lovers could.
One man wasn't having a pleasant day. He'd spent all night going from house to house, searching for someone. He didn't have anything to cover from the rain, and it was still sprinkling. He didn't like the weather, or the climate for that matter, of this planet. He only came here to retrieve someone, and he was having hell finding her. He knew he wouldn't be able to convince the someone he was looking for—which just happened to be his lover—into coming home. Not after seeing her with someone else. He kept walking, unaware of what was about to happen...
*~*Meanwhile...*~*
Kusha woke up from a soundly sleep. She had yet another joyous dream about her lover. She looked at him, sleeping by her side, a huge grin upon his face. She smiled, and lightly poked his nose. He gave a small grunt, his smile widened, and he did a small turn. She giggled.
She loved it here. She missed her family, though. One day she was walking through the city, met the man of her dreams—who just happened to come from her favorite television show—and fall in love him. He was a lot more handsome in person. She forgot about everything but him when she first saw him. And he noticed her right away. He wasn't shy about talking to her, inviting her to eat with him, then asking for her to spend some more time with him. She was living in a dream, she's first thought. But it was too good to be a dream. It was too good to be reality. She didn't know what it was, but she knew she was just absolutely in love with this person.
Kusha had called her family the day after her first night in her new home. They were pretty worried that she didn't show up that night, but they decided she must have left a note somewhere and they just overlooked it. She told them she had just gone for a walk and met someone special. They were so proud of her. Her sister even said something along the lines of "It's about time! You're seventeen, graduated early from high school, and never even had one boyfriend! Well, now you know what you've missed!"
Her sister was half a model for Kusha. Her energy and enthusiasm inspired her, but her sister's way of life bugged her sometimes. She would bring home one boy after another, each time a different one—with the exception of a couple, who were lucky enough to keep her interested in them. And when her parents would allow them to stay the night, Kusha would sometimes hear noises she'd rather not have. But now she knew how wonderful those sounds were, what made her sister make them. It was such a joyous feeling, and easy to get hooked on. Kusha wouldn't admit it aloud, but she was enjoying every second spent with her wondrous lover.
As Kuwabara slid his arm around Kusha's waist, she smiled, snuggled against him, and fell asleep once again. And dreamed about the future, though she would not know until the time actually came when she would be discovered...
*~*Approximately five minutes later...*~*
Yoshiko awoke from a restless night's dream. She felt as if something was wrong, as if she didn't know anything anymore. She glanced at Yusuke, who was still asleep. She sat up in the bed. If she felt this bad, why didn't anyone else? They have more than one sense, so why can't they sense anything wrong? she thought. Her head was throbbing in pain, and her whole body hurt. She wondered if maybe she slept wrong and was getting ill. She hadn't been ill in ages, but she could just as easily catch a cold or other disease as a human. She was lucky she had made it this far without getting sick. But she knew she couldn't stay ill-free forever.
Yusuke turned onto his back and snored loudly, making Yoshiko's head throb more. She groaned in pain and muttered, "Yusuke, put a sock in your mouth..."
After a moment, Yusuke stopped snoring. Within the next minute, he was awake. "Yoshiko? What's wrong?" he asked when he woke up.
"Nothing. I'm just in a bit of pain, that's all."
"Getting sick?"
"Uh...I'm not sure. I haven't been for a while, but I don't know."
"Hm..." Yusuke lifted his hand and touched her forehead. Yoshiko saw a small flash of worry cross his eyes, but it was gone almost instantly. "You feel warm." He moved his hand to her cheek, then to the back of her neck. "I'd say you have a fever, Yoshiko."
"Oh dear..."
"What?"
"Um, nothing. It's not that important..."
"Yoshiko, you're not telling me something."
Yoshiko sighed. She didn't want to tell Yusuke about one of her powers she'd had since she was about five. But it looked as if she had no choice. "Well, you know how Hannah explained that she, Kohana, and I are enchantresses from a different planet?"
"Yeah, I remember. And that night was a wild one," Yusuke said, smirking. Yoshiko blushed.
"Well, since we were the chosen ones and survived the tests, we instantly became the enchantresses. Some of the training we endured was with weapons and magics. We were to endure the training as if we would master it. However, we could only master one weapon. Since I mastered in magics as well, I am a master with a weapon, which is the bow and arrow. Magic users are allowed to master magics and one weapon of choice. I always tried doing magics when I was little, I don't know why. But anyways, one of our training sessions was to defeat a low-level demon. We were almost new to the weapons and everything, so that's why it was a low-level. We didn't know about the data transfer thing, and we went after demons. There were nine of us, five girls and four guys. The girls were the main warriors. The boys basically kept an eye out for us. They were older—maybe about ten or fifteen winters. Well, I destroyed one of the demons, and the data was limited, so we would be worn out a bit, but we wouldn't need to rest in order to process all of it. Ever since I killed that demon, I've had a power that allowed me to be stronger and not get ill. I had lacked in training because I kept getting sick a lot. I was ecstatic when I found out I wasn't sick within what you would call three months. My family was quite happy, as well. Everyone was. I made up my training and caught up quickly with the others. I only became ill about three times since I acquired that power, and that was when I was about five winters."
Yusuke was looking at Yoshiko. He had sat up at the beginning of her speech. "Well..." he started. He didn't know what to say. "Maybe you should see a doctor?" It was a stupid suggestion, and he knew it.
Yoshiko gave a small smile. "You're silly, you know that? I can't see a doctor. I'd have to fill out all those papers and stuff, and it wouldn't be worth it. I can just heal myself." Her eyes went wide for a second and she grabbed her stomach. "Oh, God..."
Yusuke placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You gonna be all right?"
"Y-yeah, I think." She sunk into the bed, holding her stomach.
"I'll let you rest. You look like you could use it." Yusuke moved toward the door.
"Yusuke..." It was a faint call, painful.
He turned around to look at her. He had just barely made it to her part of the bed. "Yeah?"
"Please...I have a bad feeling. Please don't...don't leave me..."
He looked at her for a hesitating moment, then said, "All right, let me just go tell the others not to come in today so you can rest. Only for meals, unless you flat out don't want them in here."
She smiled as much as she could, but Yusuke could tell it was forced and used a lot of her energy. "I'll be right back," he said. He left the room quietly, and walked down the hall toward Kurama's room. He knocked on the door.
"Yes?" came a call through the closed door.
"It's me, Yusuke. I need to ask you something, Kurama," Yusuke said.
"Just a minute, please," Kurama said. A moment later, the door opened. "What do you need?"
"It's Yoshiko. She's getting sick or something. I woke up and she was sitting in bed, holding her head. We talked for a bit, then she grabbed her stomach. She feels like she has a fever. Her whole body is warm, and she doesn't even look good."
"She doesn't even look well," Kohana corrected. She was still in bed, but she had one of Kurama's shirts on, and she was covered by the blankets.
Yusuke gave her a look, but Kurama spoke before he could say anything. "I'll come by in a bit and help her."
"That's the thing. She only wants me around her. She doesn't even want to see a doctor."
"That's because she's a master of magics, and she is best with medicines. She had a lot of admirers—both male and female—that would come to her for advice, help, and medicines," Kohana chimed in.
"Yeah, well, I don't think she's going to be able to use any of her powers for a while. At least, not while she's sick," Yusuke said.
"All right, all right," Kurama said. "I'll come by whether she likes it or not. I'll help heal her, if it makes you that happy."
"Yeah, okay," Yusuke said. He walked out and went back into his own room. "Yoshiko, I'm— Yoshiko?" He looked at the bed, but she wasn't there. "Damn it! Where'd she go?!" He looked in the closet, thinking maybe she was fooling him. Nothing but clothes and other things in the closet. No beings what-so-ever. He called her name several times, searched all over the room, but she was gone.
Suddenly, Yusuke felt a breeze and looked at the window. It was open! It wasn't opened last night. He knew he hadn't opened it since at least three days ago. He walked over and called once more. He saw a shadow disappear across the corner of the house. He called one more time. Even if he got through the window, he wouldn't be able to catch up with the shadow.
Yusuke ran into Kurama's room.
"Yusuke? What is it?" Kurama asked, concerned.
"Yoshiko! She's—she's—she's gone!" Yusuke screamed.
"Please calm down. What do you mean, she's gone?"
"She's not in our room! She's not in the house! Kurama, please help me!"
"Yusuke, get a grip on yourself! I'm sure she's around here somewhere. Did you look under your bed?" Kurama suggested.
"KURAMA, DO YOU THINK I'M AN IDIOT?!" Yusuke yelled. "SHE'S SICK, AND NOW SHE'S GONE! THE WINDOW WAS CLOSED, AND NOW IT'S OPEN!"
"What's all the ruckus about?" Hiei asked, standing in the doorway.
"Yusuke lost Yoshiko," Kohana explained simply.
"I did not lose her! She's been kidnapped!" Yusuke defended himself.
"Go after her," Hiei said.
"I can't! I don't know where she went, only that she went out through the window!"
"Did you see any shadows or anything? Or did you even look out the window?" Kurama asked.
"I saw a shadow, but it was too fast. It wasn't a human, that I know. If I could even get through the window, I wouldn't have been able to catch up to the shadow."
"You could have at least tried," Hiei said.
"And risk not letting you guys help me?"
"Okay, Yusuke. Please, just calm down. We'll find her. Hiei? Can you use your jagan eye to find her?" Kurama asked.
"Maybe. It depends on what you'd do for it," he told Yusuke.
"I'd do anything!" Yusuke said, desperate to get his love back. He couldn't baer to lose another within two years of losing his first.
"You'd even give up your life for her?"
"I said I'd do anything!"
Hiei smirked. "Well, then. Maybe we can arrange something."
"Hiei!" Kurama said, warningly.
"I'm just kidding, Kurama. I'm not very sure I can use my jagan to find her."
"Please try?" Kurama asked.
"I'll try, but it won't work right now."
"Why?" Yusuke asked. He was getting pissed at his friends, since they always played these games on him.
"She would put a wall up against her thoughts so her tormentor wouldn't be able to read them. Quite a small onna, she is," Hiei said.
"Of course she's smart, you baka! She's had to deal with some perv on her home planet!" Yusuke yelled. He was getting annoyed next to being pissed.
"What did you just call me?" Hiei said warningly. He fixed Yusuke with a cold stare.
"I said of course she's smart. She wouldn't let anyone read her thoughts unless she wanted them to. But can't you break through that wall?"
"I might be able to. I'm not sure. Kurama can," Hiei said.
"Kurama?" Yusuke asked, looking at Kurama.
"Yes, I can, though I'm not sure I would be able to get through a wall barrier like hers. She's strong, just as the other enchantresses," Kurama said.
"Can you both please try, at least?" Yusuke asked.
"I will try in just a minute, if it means that much to you," Kurama said.
"Hn. Fine, I will try as well," Hiei said.
"Thank you. Oh, thank you, you guys!" Yusuke walked back to his room, but his thankfulness towards them wouldn't show. He was truly thankful, but he just couldn't be happy. He was afraid. Afraid that he'd once again lose the love of his life. He couldn't bear that. Not again. And everyone knew he wouldn't be able to. His friends didn't approve that he'd found another love so fast. They only approved because the couple was so happy together...
*~*Meanwhile...*~*
Yoshiko was being carried. She didn't want to think, but she had to in order to stop him, her captor, from reading her thoughts. She's always had a sense for telling when something bad was going to happen. Whether it be to her or someone she knew, she wouldn't know. She would only know something bad would happen soon. It would seem like she was becoming ill, but only a certain part of her back hurt. Right up by her neck, in between her shoulder blades. When that hurt, it would be very painful, almost unbearable. That was the first pain she'd felt that morning. Then her head throbbed. She knew she was becoming ill when her stomach started hurting as well. But the pain in her back told her. That's why she didn't want Yusuke to leave. She let him talk to Kurama, but she didn't think he'd be gone for that long. She should be more careful.
That you should, a voice in her head said. It was masculine, and familiar.
Who has entered my mind? she asked the voice in her mind.
It's only me, Kurama, the voice said. Where are you?
I am being carried by him, she said. How did you get through my barrier?
That is not important. Who is carrying you?
Kentaro, she said in disgust. He must have followed us home after that fight. I'm not sure, though. He was out just before I went out.
Hm... Well, I guess we do have a small situation, then. Where are you right now?
Her head started throbbing again. All this thinking, Kurama's intrusion in her mind, hurt her aching headache. She was going to pass out soon if she didn't get him out.
I can't really talk right now, Kurama. I'm sorry.
Yoshiko, wait, please. Yusuke's worried about you. We must know where you are. Yoshiko?
I'm still here, but barely. My head is throbbing, Kurama. I don't know where I am. He has me in his arms, and I refuse to open my eyes. I don't want to see him. Please, Kurama.
All right, I won't make you. But after you figure out where you are, please tell me. We'll be there as soon as we can.
Okay...Kurama?
Yes?
Please tell Yusuke that I lo—that I miss him a lot...please...
I will. Remember to keep thinking about where you are. I shall check on you again shortly.
Yoshiko didn't answer to that. She was trying to save her energy. She didn't want to look up and see her captor, though she didn't think she had a choice. Oh, the things she did for love and friendship.
Slowly, Yoshiko's eyes opened. She didn't see anything but a ceiling. She still felt his hands on her, though she couldn't tell exactly where they were. They moved all over her body. She recognized the ceiling, but she couldn't place it off hand. Then she heard his insistent rumbling.
"Oh, my beauty, at last we're together again. You don't know what you've done to me, my dear. I've searched all over the universe, from galaxy to galaxy, searching for you. What made you run from me?" He didn't know she was awake and listening. He was staring at her body. It had been a long time since he'd last seen it. He touched her everywhere, getting the feel of her body back in his mind.
"I never forgot you," he continued. "I never forgot your smooth, sensual skin. The soft and silkiness of your hair. Your scent. I never forgot any of it. But it's been so long since I was able to have you." He set her on the bed upon which he sat with her in his lap, and moved her so it was as if she willingly slept there. "Wake, my beauty. Let us share what we've not had for so long." He moved his hands on her, one cupping her breast, the other rubbing her thigh. "I know you can feel this, my darling. Stop trying to tempt me with your innocence. I know what you've done, and we both know you shall be punished for it. But punishment can come later. I need you know, my sweet beauty. Please, let me have you." He moved on top of her, spread her legs though they both still had clothes on, and thrust against her once. Then, he whispered in her ear, "Give me what I cannot have from someone else, my love. Give me your body."
Yoshiko blocked him out and retreated to the back of her mind. She couldn't bear to even think about what he was going to do. Suddenly, with a huge mass of pain, came the answer as to where she was.
Kurama! she thought. Kurama, I know where I am now!
Where? came the question in her mind.
I'm in a sha— She was cut off by the sudden ripping sound of clothes tearing. She realized her captor couldn't wait any longer to have her. And he did exactly as she'd expected. He was just the same, though maybe more angry and lustful for her.
Where are you? Kurama asked once again.
I'm in a shack— Once again she was cut off, this time by her retreating into her mind. Way in the back of her mind. She wouldn't move, she wouldn't hear anything, she wouldn't feel anything. She'd only be in the time her mind sent her to. Her head still throbbed, and her body still ached, more now because of what her captor was doing. She could faintly hear Kurama's insistent calling, his voice almost nothing but a muffled sound. She couldn't respond. She couldn't do anything. She could only let her aching mind race her back into the past, back into the times when she was always safe. But she didn't know that her mind making this happen would create a new side of her. One that had disappeared a long time ago and was never heard of since...