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As always, Gandara was a symbol of the Makai as a whole, the keystone to the entire

world. . .and it remained just as Jin remembered it. Truth be told, he had only been there twice,

and both had not been for pleasant reasons. The first had been in an attempt to find an item that

would hopefully restore what Jin had originally perceived to be the loss of Touya's love for him,

and the second had been for Touya's somber thank - you to Kinno (the young golden yoko whom

the wind master had fallen in love with ----- see "A Time Forgotten"). And even now, on this

third occasion, he had not arrived on the happiest of terms.

"'Scuse me, but would ya happen ta be havin' any a those makai darts? Ya know, the

ones ya can be shootin' out from the dark and havin' other youkai be screamin' out because it's

bein' a right mighty sting?" The master of wind had arrived at what he perceived to be the most

likely of shops to supply him with the item he so needed. It had about it an aura, the likes of

which could only be received by demons whose spirit awareness was at its peak, and Jin was

extremely proud to see that his had not been affected (even WITH all the time he had spent away

from the shinobi sec.).

"I am sorry my dear, dear youkai, but as you can see we are only a honya (bookstore) and

do not deal in illegal items such as that. Perhaps one of the other shops would cater to your. . .

particular needs."

Jin looked up at the multitude of shelves lining the walls. On them, such titles caught his

eyes as TRAPPED and HELL AND DAMNATION, along with other makai classics such as

THE WAY TIME TURNS, THE PARTY, and AN ANCIENT BATTLE REBORN but that was

hardly enough to fool the master of wind. . .perhaps a non-experienced youkai, but certainly not a

former shinobi. "Look, let's be gettin' a few things straight then. Now, I'm knowin' that ya

know that I'm knowin' that this isn't bein' just yer average honya. And I'm also knowin' that ya

know that I'm knowin' that YOU know that I'm not bein' one a King Yomi's guards comin' up

ta slap ya from the backways ta the front. And if ya can be understandin' any a that then I'm

knowin' ya know, so how's about givin' a tiny peak and I won't have ta be makin' this place just

a work a fiction?"

The demon stared at Jin, hardly knowing what, if anything, he should say next. He had

recognized early on that this particular youkai was not your everyday bounty hunter. He seemed

incredibly spiritually aware and probably didn't need weapons of any kind in order to hunt and

execute his prey, he would merely rely on his own you-ki. There was still the underlying

suspicion, that this particular youkai was working for King Yomi, and was sent to Gandara in

order to seek out and rid the city of shops selling illegal goods. But wouldn't a representative of

his majesty's not be so direct? Wouldn't he instead as him questions that would eventually get

him to confess? It was a judgement that had to be made, and made quickly. "I AM sorry youkai-

san, but again I tell you that we do not carry those specific items here. We are a honya and

nothing more. However, we DO have some rather interesting BOOKS in the BACK I could

show you. I'm sure SOME of them would peak your interest." He winked at the wind demon.

"Ah! All right then, show me what it is ya got! I like readin' a lot and I'm sure that if ya

could be showin' me some a yer most interestin' BOOKS then I'd be bein' set for a while. . ."

!#$%&()

The back room of the honya looked nearly exactly as the front room had. . .perhaps too

exact. The books were all the same as those in the front of the store and laid out in the same

order. It was as though this second room were an exact copy of the first. "All right then, what is

it ya've got ta be showin' me?"

"What is it that you are looking for?"

"Somethin' fairly large. Ya know, somethin' that'll be lastin' a while. And I don't want

ta be able ta be puttin' it down once I've been startin' it."

"Hmm, I see. Then may I suggest. . .this." He reached up and from a shelf behind him

extracted a medium sized book. Moving still with great caution, he handed it to Jin who, in turn,

took it without a moment's hesitation. The words on the front cover, proclaimed this particular

work to be called DESTINY, but the wind master knew that words were not contained within.

He opened it, and inside were 3 hollow makai darts, fit only for bounty hunters of the most

deadly breed. The tips on the needles were jagged, making it near impossible for the victim to

remove it of his own accord, and a tiny pump on the side made it so the dart kept pumping

poison into the victim at differently spaced intervals. This kinds of darts were known as

suzumebachi (wasps) for they acted similar to that of stinger.

The wind master closed the book, and with a steady countenance handed it back to the

shopkeeper. "I'll be takin' these then. . .but that isn't all I'll be needin'. . ."

!#$%&()

Kurama walked down the narrow path that would lead him to the place were Hiei had

been stationed for the day. As Mukuro's heir, it was his job to guard the makai barriers against

oncoming invasions from rebellious youkai, and that ment a lot of time away from home. But

every now and again, Kurama would be allowed to come visit his demon partner and Hiei was

given a much needed break from his seemingly endless work.

The sun was beating down fiercely on the kitsune, and every now and then he would see

something that he later realized was not actually there. He kept seeing images of his lost shinobi

friends coming down the path ahead, or of Touya standing alone in a river, or of Jin soaring high

above the heavens, before realizing that it was merely a bird or a distorted reflection on the ice

blue water. Kurama knew, of course, that they were with Sazuka, but still. . .it would have been

nice to see them. "I wonder what it is they're doing now?" He asked to no one in particular, and

he was astonished to hear someone answer back.

"It's no good ta just be wonderin' all the time! If ya really want ta know then why

don'tcha be askin' then?!"

Kurama looked up. Strolling down the path ahead of him was Jin, his red hair appearing

like a fire as the sun shined upon it. "Jin? Is that really you?"

"Well I'm sure hopin' it is, 'cause if it isn't then I'd sure like ta know whose body I been

usin'!"

"But then, where's Touya? Hasn't he come with you?"

"Touya's still bein' back with Sazuka, I was just comin' here ta talk ta you. I wanted ta

ask ya if. . .KURAMA WATCH OUT!"

The fox like demon turned his head just in time to narrowly avoid being struck in the side

of the head by 2 makai poison darts. But instead of the weapons continuing on to hit a tree, or

another being that was not their preordained target, they halted in mid air, turned, and flew back

towards Kurama. The youkai executed a series of leaps, rolls, and flips to avoid the oncoming

attacks, but it was to no avail, the darts were still on his tail. "ROSE WHIP!" The weapon flew

from his hand as though it were an extension of his body and he moved it with such elegance and

grace that it did not appear to be so much a deadly weapon, as it did a symbol of pure,

uninterrupted beauty. With a simple flick of the wrist, the darts were dispelled, destroyed as

easily as though they had been made of the most fragile glass.

The wind master ran towards the fox demon at top speed the widest smile in creation

appearing on his childlike face. "Now that was bein' somethin' else! I wish I was havin' one a

those fancy whips, I'd be showin' every one a thing or two! WIND WHIP! That's what I'd be

sayin'!

"JIN BEHIND YOU!"

"Huh? AHH!" A third dart had appeared and was now heading straight for the wind

master's back. Kurama dove forward and was able to pull Jin to the ground as the nageya (dart)

sailed past where he had been standing and deeper into the forest.

"Jin, are you ok?" Kurama had the wind demon pressed tight against chest as they laid

upon the ground.

"Ya, thanks for bein' a pal Kurama, and I want ya ta know that. . .I'm sorry."

"What? Why? Uhh. . ." The kitsune had been so involved in the rescue of his shinobi

friend, that he had failed to notice the large amount of pain swelling up in his right leg. He sat

up, and saw what was the cause. A fourth nageya, one that had been sticking out from the inside

of the wind master's own fist. Now his breath was beginning to slow and Kurama was starting to

fell the dark embrace of sleep wash over him and he could not resist its call. Kurama had indeed

been too clever to have fallen for the darts Jin had manipulated using his own wind, but when it

came to protecting a friend the fox would, for a time, allow his instincts to betray him. . .and that

was EXACTLY what Jin had counted on. . .

!#$%&()

As the moon began its steady rise, Hiei found himself walking very much alone on the

path towards home. A familiar smell seemed to be coating the air around him but the black

haired youkai could not quite place it. Kurama had supposed to have been by to visit him at his

post, and the red eyed demon couldn't understand what had kept his lover from seeing him when

he had been begging Mukuro for a chance to see him on the job. Something just wasn't right

with the whole situation, but Hiei could not put his finger on it. Suddenly, from up ahead, the

fire demon caught the glimpse of something flickering on the trail. He walked to it, bent down,

and examined the sparkling item, and upon further inspection came to a most shocking and putrid

conclusion. It was hair, his fox's hair and that familiar smell was blood. . .Kurama's blood. . .

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There, I hope that was enough to fill your bellies for at least a little while, more will be up soon.

I'd like to say to everyone who asked me to send them the lemon scene, that it might take longer

then expected seeing as how my computer won't let me access the file for some reason so please

be patient (you'll get it soon). :) Also, the books mentioned in this chapter are the titles of stories

written by some of my fans and they are TRAPPED and HELL AND DAMNATION by:

Impersonating - an - entity, THE WAY TIME TURNS by: YuYuHakushoismyLIFE, THE

PARTY by: Kanemoshi, and AN ANCIENT BATTLE REBORN by: Erailea Evenstar. So to

those fabulous authors I say that I have not stolen your work, only paid tribute to it, and I highly

recommend these stories to anyone. Well, that's all for now. See ya at chapter 4! :)