Author's Note: Sorry I took so long to get this next chapter out its just that my disk that I had it saved on magically disappeared. eyes turn blood red IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE THAT CHAPTER!!!! eyes change back and she shrugs Oh well!!! sips tea made with lots and lots of sugar You know what incredibly sucks?? I rewrote my disclaimer and I lost that too --;;; Please forgive me!!!!

Disclaimer: Iris: pops out of nowhere and pushes out a little boy in a dress Say It!!!!!!!!

Little Boy: No I refuse to lower myself to your pathetic standards.

Iris: Say it or I will reveal everything!!!

Little Boy: eyes go wide and pales slightly Fine, fine....Iris does not own the bloody characters from Yu Yu Hakusho...but she does own Moori, queen of evil persuasion. turns around Happy?!!!

Iris: smiles like a content cat yes I do....but it would make me happier if you would tell them why you're wearing a dress.

Little Boy: HELL NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Iris: OOOOOOO!!!!!! I'M TELLING YOUR MOTHER YOU SAID A BAD WORD!!!!! prances off

Little Boy: pales more and runs after Iris begging for his life

Indeed, Amara stormed away from her tent at her mother's command and all the way she was cursing the gods in every language she knew. She had just been grounded again for the fifth time that week. How was that possible? According to Amara's calculations, she should have been grounded for two months just this week alone, and the week before that should have added up to three months. Thank god her mother was too involved in her work and her daughter's safety to notice, because otherwise, Amara may have never seen civilization again.

Entering her sand-tinted tent she sat on her cot and began to unlace her boots. Each day it took Amara 10 minutes to just tie and un-tie her damn boots, but she couldn't help but love them. They were her salvation; they protected her feet against the hot scorching desert sands. Finally finishing and pulling them; off she threw them carelessly onto the ground and proceeded to lay herself down on the cot. Rolling over to face, the brown walled tent she drifted into an uneasy sleep.

Around 1:00 that night, Amara was awakened by a noise coming from behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed her mother had entered the tent was beginning to get ready for bed. Snorting lightly as she watched her mother try to take her shoes off by hopping on one foot, balancing on the pole near her cot, and using one hand to try and pull the shoe off. Unluckily for her, however, that was not going to work. No instead she ended up making herself fall down in the sand floor of the tent, but instead of getting back up and climbing into the bed her mother decided that was to comfortable and fell asleep on the floor.

Chuckling silently to herself Amara rested her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes willing sleep to take her. But it would not, she tried many positions, (of sleep, you perves) but unfortunately, the darkness of sleep would not consume her. Groaning quietly, she climbed out of the bed, careful of her mother, and walked out of the tent, and into the heat of the night. Looking around, she knew that all of the rest of the company was already asleep. She was the only one awake, and suddenly she felt so free. No one was around to yell at her, and she could do whatever she pleased. Grinning to herself, she took off into a sprint to the tomb, but not before grabbing an electric lantern from a bag resting just on the inside of her and her mother's tent.

Coming to the entrance of the tomb Amara quickly turned the switch of the electric lamp on and then entered. The only sounds that reached her ears were the soft noise her bare feet were making as they padded across the ancient stone. Following her memory of earlier today, she began to make random turns and cuts down hallways and around corners. She continued until she finally came to the opening that led to the room which the amulet had come from. Entering the room, she eyed the statue of the phoenix carefully she walked back towards the other room, where the statue had worn the amulet.

Walking gently over to the fountain, Amara sat down at the edge of it and then ran her hands over the marble. It was indeed a great accomplishment for the people of that time to have a fountain like this running through this abandoned and ancient temple, Amara thought with astonishment. Suddenly, her finger brushed lightly by something, causing her to jump slightly. It was another scripture. However, this was one that she could not translate; they were in ancient carvings that her mother probably couldn't even translate. Amara had never quite seen anything like them. She only recognized one word out of what looked to be at least twenty of them, and that word was written in Latin.

"Ignis." Amara lightly whispered, remembering her lessons from earlier on in her life let her know that it meant fire. Unexpectedly, she heard a lurch come from somewhere deep in the room and something else moved along with it. She quickly jumped to her feet and moved a little bit back from the fountain, realizing that the sound was coming from it. All of a sudden, hot lava began to spew from an opening in the tower that the gargoyle like statue rested on. However, this lava was not like any she had ever seen in her life… and she had been caught near an erupting volcano before; thanks to her grandfather. Instead, this lava seemed to take on a lighter tint, as if it weren't really burning.

Amara treaded back to the fountain, and curiosity took over. Going against logic, she pushed her hand toward the lava. She knew that if it were like the lava she was used to, her arm would automatically be caught aflame and melt, but she still pushed her arm into the lava. Surprisingly, she wasn't burned. Instead, it flowed around her like water. Laughing a little at her astonishment she pushed her hand in more and picked some of the "lava" up. Suddenly feeling a bit more courageous, Amara rolled her pant legs up, and then stepped into the lava. She began to pick it up more of the lava again in her hands, only to watch it fall back out and land back in the fountain.

After a few more minutes of exploring with the lava, Amara was interrupted by a deep chuckle. Quickly turning around, she found herself staring at a young man who appeared her age. His bright and powerful eyes were staring at her with amusement in them, despite the fact that his black hair was hanging in them. A small smirk played on his lips. The young man was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and his head leaning a little to the side. Taking a step forward he walked towards her, holding out his hand he silently dared her to take it.

Amara, not being one to be showed up by any unknown male, took his hand with a look of determination on her face. The young man grasped her hand in his and gently pulled it; leading her out of the fountain. Once she was out, he let out a dazzling smile and then winked at her. Little did he know that the smile would never work on Amara. Pulling her hand out of his, she leaned down and unrolled her pants and stood back up and gaze him an expectant look and asked.

"Who are you exactly, and what are you doing here?"

"I am known as Jiro, and I'm here for you."

"What do you mean you're here for me?"

"How could I resist a pretty girl like you? So, how about you and me get to… know each other better? Hmm?"

"Perverted little boy. No, seriously what are you doing here, and where in Hell did you come from?"

"I meant it; I'm here for you, and I came from this tomb. Come with me and I'll show you." Jiro replied while holding out his hand to Amara. "I'm not going to bite you. Unless, of course… you want me to. Then, of course, I would be happy to oblige."

"No, that's quite alright. Great...now you've made me not want to take your hand. I mean, maybe I shouldn't, how can I even trust you? I've known you for two seconds...Jingo."

"That's Jiro, and you've known me not for only two seconds, but a lot longer then that. Please come with me and I'll explain everything, my little hell beast."

"Hell beast?!! Who are you to call me a Hell beast? You don't know me, and I've never met you before in my life, so how I am supposed to know you won't kidnap and hold me ransom?! You seem like a sadistic bastard!!"

"Hey, I wouldn't go that far. Besides there is nothing that can satisfy me, not even money. But I need you to come with me."

"Why? So I can be your damn whore?! I don't think so! I am joining no harem!!!"

"Wait a minute!! Who in Hell said anything about a damn harem?!"

"You didn't have to say anything!"

"What the hell is your problem? PMS?!?!?!"

"Why does every male assume that when a female is mad that it is a direct result of PMS?!? It really is none of your business if I do or not but NO!!!! I don't! The reason I am so pissed off is that you just fucking walk right in here and hold out your hand, and then expect me to go with you! Then you call me a Hell-beast! You say something about biting me, and then you keep insulting me!! You stupid squirrel lover!!!"

"Squirrels?!! What the Hell is a squirrel?!"

"You don't know what a squirrel is?!"

"Would I ask if I knew?!"

"It's an evil little rodent with a bushy tail!"

"NO!! What does this stupid conversation have anything to do with squirrels??"

"I don't know but, it does! You seriously remind me of those tree hugging, squirrel loving people!!"

"I am not!!!"

"I said you remind me, you Dipshit."

"Dipshit? You know what? I think you have it backwards. You're the one insulting me, and I'm just standing here taking it. And seriously, I really DO think that you have PMS, and you remind me of a Hell-beast, my little sweetling."

"Your little sweetling?!! Do you know your manhood?"

"Yes! Does that mean you want to know it better??"

"No, but if you don't shut up about this, people will ask if you REMEMBER your manhood!"

"Eeep!!!" Jiro managed to squeak out before slowly backing away from the enraged teenager. Jiro could see the anger in her eyes; they were flashing a bright blue. The skin on Amara's forehead was strained tight over her skull, with veins throbbing everywhere, she looked like she were going to kill him at any moment, especially if he opened his mouth.

"You know what?! Arguing with you is REALLY pointless, you dish insults out like a snotty little arrogant child! I'm leaving!!" Amara yelled, and tried to get past him to leave. However, at the last minute, Jiro reached his arm out and made her stop point blank before she exited the room. "Kindly move you arm before I rip it off." Amara clenched her teeth in aggravation and tried to push Jiro's arm down, but it would not budge.

"No. I told you before; YOU are coming with ME. I need you to come with me more than you understand. You started something, and now you're going to finish it, Moori."

"Moori? My name is not Moori."

"It was, and will be once again. Make no mistake about that, but you will be Moori again, trust me." Jiro said; his face etched out as if it were the epitome of seriousness. His eyes had lost their spark that was shining in them when they were arguing. Now it was hidden far beneath the deep, amber depths. "One way or another… even if I have to bite you." He smirked, and then let a fang hang out of his mouth as he stepped a bit closer to her… revealing the fang to be similar to that of a snake.

"You wouldn't..."Amara whispered as she closed her eyes and took a couple step backs well out of his reach.

"Moori... if you make me, I will." Jiro said putting his arm down, believing that she was submitting to his will and actually was going to go with him. "Now, let's go. You've stalled me long enough."

"Never." Amara choked out and ran out of the room and took a left down at the end of the hall.

A couple of minutes later, after a few exhausting turns and decisions, Amara found herself panting on the floor of the temple. Her back was against the stone walls of a dead end, and her legs were pulled up to her chest. Amara's arms were limply hanging around her knees, and her eyes were closed. Letting out a long and exasperated sigh, Amara let her eyes open as she stared out into the darkness in front of her, making sure that Jiro was not watching her from the shadows.

Suddenly Amara found herself breathing a rank smelling air. Taking another whiff of the air she found herself coughing lightly. Using her sleeve to cover her mouth she tried to hold off the smell.

"You're smelling my knockout gas, you know," a voice from within one of the close hallways broke through the darkness. "I don't appreciate the games, Moori. We have to get started, otherwise things will not fall into place. You're making me angry. I had to access my powers in this form, and that has made me a bit tired… and you know how I hate to be tired. It makes me dreadfully cranky, and I can't be charming, debonair, dashingly handsome, and cranky all at the same time. No, cranky does not fit into any of those three categories. Now, you either can come out, or I'll be forced to let out another dose of knockout gas, and that stuff even makes me, of all people, feel a little bit dizzy. Please, Moori, come out, I don't want to wait any longer to get started."

As Moori huddled lower; closer to the wall; she could see out into the darkness, a purple fog was coming closer and closer to her. A small whimper escaped her covered mouth as she realized what was coming for her. Backing up into the nearest corner she looked around, wondering if perhaps she could run passed it, but she knew it was too late, he would find her eventually. Leaning more against the wall, she felt her other hand brush across something on the floor. Looking down she immediately spotted a small lever.

'A trap,' she thought. She quickly grasped the lever and pulled it. As she did so, she silently hoped it didn't lead to a secret roomed filled with spikes. A moment later, a door opened behind her, and she felt herself drop onto something soft. Opening her eyes she found herself staring up at the starry and clear sky.

Sitting up, she looked around she found herself outside the back of the temple. Realizing she had escaped Jiro and his freaky purple gas, she climbed to her feet and brushed the sand off of her. Taking off in a swift sprint, Amara found herself outside of her mother's tent within two minutes. Pulling back the flaps, she silently entered and found herself staring at her mother's form. She wasn't on the floor where she left her. Instead, she was in the bed, and underneath the covers too. Looking around the small tent Amara found all of her items gone, even her bed. Ignoring these facts; Amara proceeded to shake her mother back to reality.

"Mom, wake up. Hurry and wake up! Some weird guy with this power is chasing after me! He wants me to go with him, please don't let him take me away! MOM!!!" Amara shook her mother quite a few more times before her mother even began to leave some of the haze the sleep had produced.

"Who are you?" Her mother asked.

"What are you talking about? Now is not the time to play games, damn it! It's me, Amara! Your daughter, rememeber?!?"

"I don't have a daughter. Where did you come from, child?"

"Mom? Stop joking around! It's me, Amara! How can you not remember me?"

"Amara? I would never name my child Amara if I had one. I'm sorry, little girl, but I don't know who you are."

"But..." with that last word, Amara took off running from the tent and down a nearby sand dune. At the bottom; she was met by none other than Jiro. She rushed up to him, and then threw a punch straight in his stomach. All her pent up frustration from earlier and her anger about her mother went into that punch, knocking him to the ground. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she dragged him up into the air little bit, and set him on his knees. "What the Hell did you do to my mother?!?!"

"It's quite simple, really. With an easy spell, I erased the memory of you from everyone. To them, you have never existed. To her, you were never her daughter. So now let us go."

"I told you before, asshole, I'm not going with you! There's nothing else that can make me-...!!" Amara started, but never quite had the chance to finish her proclamation. Jiro had leaned forward and sank his fangs into her shoulder; near the base of her neck. Doing so, he released a potent elixir into her blood stream, making her exhausted and putting her into a comatose sleep. Heaving her into his arms, he started in a trot off to his jeep, and placed her inside. He looked her over with a smirk on his face as started the engine, and took off into the desert night.

A/N: Alright now it's time for another one of my infamous author's notes. Thank you Daitou for revising this for me!!!!! My other stupid betas were nowhere to be found. Alright this chapter took me forever to write. it's a bit rushed at the end, but I was getting frustrated with this and I wanted to get it out so I did. Well please Read and Review I would really appreciate it. Thank you again to all of my muses and Valentine for giving me the trap idea. You got her out of the mess!! YaY!!!!! Anyway......to continue further--

Daitou: That reminds me of the time when I went to that place in wherever! That was so funny I nearly wet myself! eats a handful of chex mix Then, the grim reaper popped out, and he wasn't holding a scythe! He was holding a remote control!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!!

Daitou: And then, the chipminks just came in, and when nobody was looking, they put on bikinis, and...!

Moori: SHUT UP ALREADY!!!

Daitou: But I haven't gotten to the dancing hippos yet! They were a scream! They put on these hot pink thongs, jumped out into the middle of the road, and then--...!!

Moori: SHUT UP ALREADY!!! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THIS!!!!!

Iris: Alright that's enough you two!! I was in the middle of an author's note before you two rudely interrupted me....and I would like to get back to it...now where was I? Oh yes....

Moori: Look your author's note was boring. We're living the damn thing up here.

Daitou: And then, when the pigeons fell out of the sky, and the pigs took wing, we knew that the apocalypse had arrived! So, we braced for the worst, jumped into a sea of puddin', and then hunkered down with a host of soda bottles! Then, we--...!!"

Moori: I CAN'T HEAR YOU....plugs ears and squints eyes LALALALALALALALALALALA....I'M NOT LISTENING!!!!!!!! runs away screaming

Daitou: follows after her still rambling

Iris: Those two!! You know what I'm not in the mood to continue this author's note anymore so until next time. May Selene keep you save my dear readers...

Moori: OH GAIA I'M GONNA STRANGLE YOU IF YOU SAY ONE MORE THING!!!!!!!!!!! DAITOU!!!!!!

choking sounds are heard in background, as well as sobs about spilled chex mix