Perrararii: Hey, so so SO sorry that it took so long to update, summer Vacay, and then we neva saw ech other, and now that schools started Koni's lazy

Sherkoni: oO I am NOT!

Perrararii: okay, yeah, we both are but still here goes, oh and pay heed, this is a really weird chappie... weird mood when typed.

Chapter 7 Hide n' Seek Brings Surprises

Kurama growled, the noise echoing from the depths of his throat. There she was! Gracefully running down the empty hall, something she had been doing for the past fifteen fricken minutes. Frankly he was growing slightly tired sarcasm of the little congenial stroll SARCASM . Oh, all right. He was pissed and sick of the exhausting continuous struggle that would soon be the death of him! And with that, he was referring to both the psychological and realistic skirmish. For hey Jude this girl was supposed to become his wife! She wasn't going to be fricken running from HIM! Stupid childish chit! His wife! No NO! 'To PRETEND to be! Get it right Kurama! P-R-E-T-E-N-D PRETEND!!! Remember that!!' The red-head reminded himself sharply. Man this woman was going to be the death to him... of course that was what she was hoping for. However the pretend part seemed to be a minor detail he conveniently kept forgetting, which was highly insane! He wouldn't take all of Mekai in order to be the meaningless hag's husband... although, if you really thought about it, that didn't mean much because he was doing exactly that!

The chest-nut colored hair swayed attractively, back and forth... back and forth... back an— was there a reason his mouth was becoming dry at the bouncing strands, tapered back and long, short-clad legs? She was only a slave... okay, now there was drool emerging from his lips (not really, but it felt that way)! Wait, a few moments ago the mouth was dry! What on earth was going on?! He was 300 plus years old! He can't blame in on hormones anymore! So there he sat, captivated by the enchantress... Until, of course, the wondrous strands and backside was hidden from the demons keen view as their wearer ducked behind an ivory pillar. (AN: Sherkoni: Ivory?! Hey what happened to the marble? Perrararii: OH NO!!! The marble is gone! Oh no! Oh NO! What will we do?!?!?! Sherkoni: Hey MORON! It's not that big of deal, marble really is there. Promise. Perrararii: Oo ! I knew that! Sherkoni: Suuuuurrrrrrree. Perrararii: Hey I do, I mean I am writing this. Sherkoni: Whatever.) The enamored look that had graced the Prince's face immediately disappeared to be replaced with a slight scowl before even that faded and turned once again upwards when he caught a glimpse of the meaningless chit's head, while she attempted to search for him. It was as if she was using all her brain power ((AN: Sherkoni: If she's like you, Perrararii, then she doesn't possess much. Perrararii: SCOWL doink (Perrararii bashing her on head) Hey, be nice! It's not my fault my doctor's cousin's mother-in-law's brother's boyfriend's friend's great-great-great-great-grandpa's concubine's 5th Cousin, twice remove and thrice turned over was Egyptian, therefore causing the Dr. to mummify me. Sherkoni: eye's rolling you are such a freak! Purple Hippo: glomp hey you two! Get with the story! Both: (looking at floor in embarrassment) Oh, sorry)) to call him into her view so that she could locate him.

'She will have to work for that.' The plant demon mused while he soundlessly slinked behind another pillar. You know, being an extremely powerful, handsome, intelligent, demon prince did have its many, many advantages. (AN: EWWW! Kurama's being cocky)

Keiko gradually, prudently, craned her neck as she searched for the merciless evil pursuing predator that was ready to decapitate her head and throw her body in the ocean... Okay, okay so she was being really paranoid and extremely over dramatic. The guy was actually a cute pursuing prince who wanted to be her date. Still, that doesn't matter!! He was pursuing her. Wait—where was he? She had heard him running right behind her, his footsteps had been echoing throughout the hall as his long strides had edged him closer towards her! (AN: Perrararii just put that in there to be poetic) So where was the floggin guy?!?! Where could he possibly be? Nobody could just disappear... all right, so they could, and usually did... people ... mortals, did not just disappear... right? ...yes, Right! nodding of the head... and that was all Kurama was... wasn't it?... he couldn't be anything el—... well, actually... IT DIDN'T MATTER!!! He wasn't supposed to disappear! It wasn't fair. (Yes, she's arguing with herself, big deal. We do it all the time... actually its quite fun. However arguing and yelling at in-adamant objects is even more fun.) He was nowhere to be seen. What did that mean? Maybe the idiotic fool of a princely butthead just hadn't seen her. Stupid blind mink head!

While her mind entertained itself, immensely, with the whereabouts of the prince the thoughts soon started to melt into just notions of the charming one himself (hint hint: sarcasm!) which had Keiko been thinking properly, she would have been thoroughly disgusted with herself... enough, methinks, to shove her finger down her throat and gag since she absolutely positively loathed the red-head. He was rude, bossy, and really really really ... cute! What? Where did that come from? Her brain must be suffering from over exhaustion and lack of oxygen. (AN: that does do stuff to you.)

As she soon realized the dire problem her mind had dug herself in she attempted to dig herself out of the hole. There was no possible way she could be thinking of the same marsh spawn royal trash that she'd met. She hated him. She couldn't think of him, it was wrong, unnatural, totally unnerving, extremely... appealing. Once again she checked over her shoulder to check and make sure she wasn't being heard. What? She was just thinking, thoughts weren't heard. All right, but these ones had to be, she was screaming at herself. In your mind, sweets, in your mind.

"Looking for someone?" A deep rough voice entered into her thoughts from one ear, and exiting the other until she realized it really wasn't a pigment of her over reactive frayed imagination. There stood the object of her argument and loathe. He looks extremely, totally, grandly, absolutely, utterly handsome! He was leaning against the same pillar she was currently resting all her body weight as she tussled with her mind. Stop it! Shut up you evil voice! There is no way he can look that way! He's vile, evil and... again, utterly ravishing! Stupid voice! You're WRONG!

"So, were you looking for anyone?" his long body slid to the marble ground. (Perrararii: Marble!!! I found you, I found you, all right! Right on! Mwahaha! Sherkoni: Oh brother! rolling eyes sorry people, the overreacted results of an extremely messed up tired brain, though she is good at writing... somewhat... okay not really, she can just sit there though. Perrararii: HEY!! Blame my tired messed up brain on pageant! Its not my fault that they insist dancers be there at way too early in the morning... its called cruel and unusual punishment! Otherwise I'd be perfectly normal. Besides I can too write, you draw I write, you're just better at both of them than I am) and his breath tickled the back of her neck and entered slightly into her ear. Were those cold chills supposed to be there?

"How did you get here?!" She whispered, had she been able to breathe correctly and recover from the thirty foot jump she had made when the honkin' brainless pig had scared the bejeekers out of her, she would have been screaming the thing so that all of Mekai could hear her predicament.

"Just checking out the scenery." He purposely let his eyes travel up and down her body.

"Don't you dare do that!" The amber eyes blazed in warning as she struggled not to squirm. Perverted Freak! He had no right; he couldn't treat her as if she was some bit of scenery or some possession. He... looked really really good! STOP IT! Hannah!!! She couldn't even be properly mad at the egotistical chauvinistic idiot!!!

"Hey, I can do whatever I want to my property." Kurama grinned at the inferno of anger that rose up in the honey-colored eyes. Serves the wench right!

"I AM NOT YOUR PROPERTY!!!" The slave girl ranted and immediately jumped up to begin the same endless struggle that he had been trying to end. Dang! So much for the thought of calmly and rationally....Oh well on to brute force then.

"Oh, no you don't!" The prince hopped up and leaped... and ended up tumbling on top of the slave girl and they both plummeted onto the multi-shaded floor, groaning in agony. Kurama ended on top of the girl. This was the second time in a day where he was groaning from a fall. Still, he leaned down and glared at the girl.

"You are my property, and I will treat you as such since I bought you." He growled while Keiko snarled and attempted to roll them again, she failed. Scowling at his servant Kurama continued on his speech. "If you will be content to just sit there then will you please realize that I don't want this anymore than you do, in fact probably even less than you do! Me being handsome self and I, however you HAVE to do this."

Keiko glared at her commander, but was silent. For once she was at a loss of words, oh not because he was cute and handsome and tall and looks really really really good! (Shut up!) but because... okay so maybe that was a teensy weensy little bit, okay maybe quite a bit but still... it had more to do with the fact that he was sitting on her cutting off her air circulation, and also the fact that she was attempting to find SOME way to bring bodily harm on him. The only way she could think of was biting his lip... however she suddenly doubted he would get the right idea to that. Or maybe he'd get the exact right idea! Her annoying inner voice taunted. UURRGGGGG!!! Stupid interfering idiotic voice!

"Now that you finally seem to be at a loss of words let us go." Kurama stated his matter smug. Finally the chit seemed to be speechless!! Gently he pulled himself off of the girl, and helped her up. No, not to be a gentleman (AN: He's already proved how chivalrous he is with the tackling her thing) but to make sure that she would not dash. As was stated earlier, he was sick of the insistent game of hide-n-seek.

He's holding my hand! Insensitive chauvinist!! He can't hold my hand. Keiko tried tug-o-war to free her fingers however there was the slight sarcasm disadvantage that he happened to out weigh her by say... thirty pounds and 90 of him was muscle, therefore he kept hold of her with out noticing her endeavor. So she fumed at him, discharging knives from the amber depths and muttering something underneath her gasping breath. (Remember, he was sitting on her)

"All right! I won't refer to you as my property... well I'll try not." Kurama avowed laughing complacently when he saw the bewilderment in her eyes. "Like you, dear, I have 'excellent ears'." The voice turned mocking and before she could shout out an insult—a few did come to mind—the prince had whirled her around and shoved her back against an ivory column. The emerald eyes pierced knowingly into the soft honey ones. His delved, as though they could read her mind and see her whole being, she felt her neck grow warm and she watched as his gaze lowered onto her lips and his own started a slow descend. Oh crap! What am I going to do? He's going to kiss me... oh no! What am I? She felt his breath warm her mouth and saw his lips curve into a grin before they continued the decline to the target inches away.

"HEY! What are you two doing?!" the moment was ruined. Dang it!! Kurama cursed inwardly, of all times! Keiko pulled back and regained her few senses. What had she been doing? She had wanted him to kiss her! At their right stood Hiei and Botan, laughing at their drop in, until they say the other giggling and immediately desist. Just because they had talked to each other didn't meant they liked one another.

"Oh, I see this was a bad time." Hiei sneered slightly, he knew what he was walking into, seeing through doors had its incentive, however that was what made it all humorous; that and the fact that the servant girl was once again glaring at his cousin.

Kurama shook his head, the moment was ruined, and he doubted Keiko would willingly return to that position.

"What are you doing here?" the green eyes narrowed further. Hiei had known. He always did.

"We've got approximately 92 minutes" Hiei glanced at his bare wrist (AN: you know, my parents do that, how stupid aye! Nah, just kidding. innocent glance at mom and dad) as if looking at a watch. Keiko rolled her eyes, the huge grandfather clock was right behind her. "to get these girls cleaned up and looking like royalty." The four glanced from one to another, all sharing knowing looks. Then the quad waltzed through the hall towards the bathing chambers. On their way a servant stopped Kurama and Hiei.

"Sirs, you each have a visitor."

AN: Oh well...Wonder who they are yet??? Mwahahaha, me says(me as in perrararii) I know who it is taunting

Oh and Luny Teen are you content with Keiko now? Twice, Twice!!

Lol, well toodles ya'll