Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plotbunnies created by Yashihiro Togashi but Moori and Jiro and any other original characters are mine except for those inserted by my friends. Enjoy....

Let the fun and games begin

She is faded broken in

Skin is cold and white

Such a lovely lonely night

Heaven is on the way

You could feel the hate

But I guess you never will

I'm on the roll again

And I want an end

Cause I feel you creeping' in

What I found in this town

I'm heading for a breakdown

What's that sound

Your so loud

I'm heading for a breakdown

Drank up all my alcohol

This is not a free for all

I'll be there for you

Until my heart is black and blue

Heaven is on the way

You can feel the hate

But I guess you never will

I'm on a roll again

And I want an end

Cause I feel you creeping' in

--Breakdown by Breaking Benjamin

Darkness, was all she could see except for a small faint light the size of a lightning bug. Cold, was all she could feel besides the pull of something wanting her to come towards the light. Meanwhile silence was all she could hear. The light seemed to be getting closer every time she blinked her eyes. Soon she found herself facing a closed door. It wasn't just any door no it seemed like just like any other old door but on the front of it instead of the regular wood it has words painted on it in another language with green paint. Ancient pictures of places and time in history decorated the outer rim of the door. Reaching out her hand to touch the door knob she felt a chill run down her spine and it seemed to make an imprint in her mind as if she would never forget that feeling, ever. Turning the doorknob she entered what appeared to be a room intent on learning.

There was a book resting on a stand, the pages were open, leaning down she seemed to get a better look at the writing but like the door she couldn't understand any of it. In front of the stand about two feet away to the left there sat a cauldron. A giant bay window sat opposite the cauldron and was covered by a set of wine curtains. A table rested next to the window filled with many glass jars and candles. And a door rested beside that, all in all it was a small room. A young girl entered the room swinging the door open with quite a force, in her hand she carried a small box. Walking over to the table she set it down and went back over and closed the door, shuffling back over to the table she opened the box and pulled out a small golden amulet. Picking it up she held it in the sunlight from the window. Her silver ringlets cascaded down her back in a stream of light. She was clad in a light blue shirt and a blue skirt, with a blue robe outlined in gold over it. The robe slit up on both sides to her hip. A pair of boots covered her feet protecting it from the hardwood floor.

Putting the amulet over her head and letting it rest on her chest she walked over to the book resting on the stand just waiting to be used. Waving her hand over the book the words lit up and shot out from the book like a projector. The young girls gray eyes scanned the book with such a force, a smile made its way onto her face as she reached over blindly for a jar, never taking her eyes off of the book. Obviously finding the one she wanted she opened it up and went over to the cauldron and dropped a bit into it. Reaching for another jar she opened that too and poured whatever its contents were into the cauldron as well. A giant cloud of orange seem took to the air and dissolved into thin air, then an orange liquid began boiling inside the cauldron.

She watched on in fascination as the girl stared into the cauldron as though it revealed something only she could see. However, it appeared that it didn't show her anything for the girl let out a sigh and closed the book in front of her as though she were disappointed in a sad small way even though it did her no harm that she didn't see anything. The girl pushed herself away from the book and stepped up to the window, looking out she heard her whisper to herself, "Am I condemned?"

Turning her head to look over her shoulder it appeared as though she looked right at her and whispered, "If I am condemned, then why?" She tried to open her mouth to tell her that she didn't think she was condemned but nothing came out and looking down at her hands she realized that she was beginning to fade. Closing her eyes she let the process take over and found herself looking at darkness once again.

Moori surfaced into conscience after the weird dream but had yet to open her eyes. She could feel herself bumping around and finally opened her eyes to find herself staring at a pale peach ceiling and there was light around her not something one would expect after being kidnapped in the middle of the desert. Pushing herself up she found herself lying on a green carpeted floor in a small room. Looking to her right she spotted a cushioned seat with a pillow and a blanket all pushed over to the side where she assumed she was laying since she found herself on the floor.

Deciding that she needed to freshen up and to relieve herself of something unmentionable she opened a door that stood to the left of the cushion in front of her. Walking over to it she almost cried out "hallelujah" when she realized it was the object of her desires. The bathroom! After using the bathroom, Moori walked up to look at herself in the mirror and to wash her face. When she noticed something different about the hair that was usually sticking up in random places and usually rather knotty, it was just as it normally is and hanging down to her waistline like before. Picking out a piece nearest to her face she examined it and found it to be not her usual brown but a deep midnight black color. Choking on a gulp of air Moori stared at herself in horror and disbelief. Her hair was that inherited from her father the real thing that tied him to her.

Tears of frustration rained down her pale face. Moori looked up and wanted to scream more then she already did not only was her hair black but her eyes were not too. Not their usual blue but black as well with hints of red around the edges as well as orange and yellow. Her eyes were the connection between her mother and her even her naturally pale skin was gone, replaced by a deadly white pale looking color.

Moori's fists tightened in anger. Jiro did something to her when he bit her and she wanted to know what the hell what was. Turning around and storming out of the bathroom she returned to the small room to search for something to wear. Looking down at herself though she decided that what she was wearing was fine for now. That's when an absolutely evil idea popped into her head. Taking another bag down that was not at all familiar to her and opening it up she dumped the piles of clothes onto the floor and spread them out everywhere.

Noticing a bar hanging up on the wall probably to hold clothes, made Moori grin more. Grabbing onto she grabbed as hard as she could, pulling it off of the piece it was mounted onto. Throwing it into the bathroom she heard something shatter was was given a tremendous idea. Going over to the other bar mounted onto the wall opposite where the other one once sat, she pulled that off too and went into the bathroom and swung it against the mirror shattering it into many shards to lay on the ground in a pile. Smiling at her handiwork she picked up the bar again and swung it into the shower door causing it to place a giant crack in it. Returning to the other room she noticed the cushioned seat/bed in her way. Picking up the light chair she threw it against the wall breaking the wood against it, then picking it up she threw it against the window completely demolishing it as she watched the chair roll down a hill aways from the train.

"Wait a minute...What the hell am I doing on a train? Where is this damn bastard taking me?" Moori muttered to herself. Before turning around and exiting the door into the main hallway.

Jiro sat calmly in the dining car staring out the window as the scenery flew by. He knew that Moori had destroyed the other car he had set as hers. He himself had seen the sofa go flying past the window. Thankfully however he had stashed her things and some other important things in another bunk for her. Picking up his cup of tea he sipped a bit of it and placed it back down on a china plate decorated with light blue flowers.

"Would you like some more Mr. Sanders?" A young waiter asked while walking by his table. Mr. Sanders? Ah yes that's what his alias was this time. Smiling he politely turned him down and continued to wait for the young girl to find him. He could feel her aura coming closer with each step that she took. Finally the door flew open and inside stepped his young charge. His smile immediately turned into a smirk as he noticed that the changes had taken place.

Looking around the room Jiro noticed that Moori finally spotted him and stomped her way over to his table. Fire was burning in her eyes and where as a normal sane person would find this quite frightening Jiro found it quite amusing. Silently he wondered how this was going to turn out.

Moori stopped right in front of Jiro's table, and quickly assessed his position. He was dressed in a business suit quite different from the other clothes he was wearing at the temple. His hair was slicked back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His eyes were covered by blue contacts to hide his amber pupils from wandering eyes. He was lounged in the chair like he owned the entire train.

"How are you this fine morning my young sweetling?" Jiro asked her a glint in his eyes. Moori just narrowed her eyes in annoyance.

"How do you think I am? You kidnapped me from my mother and tried to kill me with some strange gas." Moori murmured not wanting to cause a scene.

"I think your perfectly alright. In fact alright enough to destroy a whole room and bathroom by yourself, no weapons involved."

"Don't you ever shut up? Why am I even asking you that? Of course you don't."

"Why don't you sit?" Jiro asked her while staring into her eyes his now shining a bright amber despite the contacts. Moori felt her body move and yet she was not the one compelling it too. Pushing with all of her strength she made herself stand up straighter even though the rest of her body wanted her to sit in the chair across from Jiro.

"What the hell are you doing to me?!" Moori screamed not caring if anyone was in the dining car anymore, however with a quick glance over her shoulder told her that he had planned this. The dining car was vacant except for the two of them and a waiter with headphones on clearing tables, there's no way he could of heard her.

Looking back at Jiro, she saw that his eyes were shining more brightly then ever before. That's when she realized she was making a huge mistake by looking him in the eye, she felt her body moving down into the chair and this time there was nothing she could do about it. "Seriously, what are you doing to me?" Moori asked her voice filled with serious worry.

"I am merely making you sit down so you will listen to me instead of getting mad again for no apparent reason." Moori looked at Jiro and realized that for once he too, was being an epitome of seriousness. Nodding her head she let him have control and was seated comfortably into the chair across from him. Once he had accomplished his task Moori felt his hold over her diminish and was once again happy to have control back over her own body.

"Alright get on with it."

"Fine I will." Jiro replied while reaching over to his left onto the seat beside him. Pulling out a briefcase he reached inside and grabbed some files. Laying them down in a neat pile in front of him he picked up the first one and opened it up. Inside was a picture of some ancient scripture much like the one at the previous temple but much different. It seemed a bit older and worn out. There were also some documents of a legend entitled, Tragedy of the Mortal Goddess. Moori cocked her head to the side a bit and glanced at the paper again. "Tragedy of the Mortal Goddess?" She read allowed and watched Jiro nod his head. "Minding explaining it? This inquiring mind would like to know what this has to do with me or anything for that matter."

"Just be quiet and let me explain would you? About 8,000 years ago a young girl was born. Half human, half goddess. This child's life was condemned from birth. Her mortal mother was killed in birth, not by natural causes but by murder. Her own sister killed her. Then the child's aunt and a friend of the aunt tried to take the child over to the forces of evil and before you say anything yes the forces of evil. The child only got away thanks to the help of the doctor who had helped her into the world. He took refuge in the forest of the Goddess Tregalia, the child's aunt. She informed the doctor of who the girl was and what to name her. She also told him to take her home and raise her like he would a granddaughter and then on the day of her 16th birthday a messenger would come and take her to begin her training in the art of magic. The Doctor agreed and took her home and then on her 16th birthday, the Goddess was indeed true to her word. A messenger appeared and took the child away to a school to train. The child's name was Validus, and soon Validus grew from a mere girl to a powerful women who learned to be a mage. At the ripe age of 22 she fell in love with her training partner. But the love was not to last. Her lover soon turned to the dark side to save her from her pre-determined Fate. He failed and grew colder almost forgetting their love all together. Validus gave up her right to live out the rest of her life and fell into a coma, she was placed into a hidden temples in the mountains of her father's land. She was awoken by her master about two thousand years later. When Validus arose she was no mere mage anymore but a goddess. She fought against her love and lost in the last few minutes of battle. Severely wounding the darkness and herself in turn she fell to her knees and gave up her life." Jiro finished by closing his eyes.

"This is important because...." Moori whispered afraid to break the moment they were having in the dining car.

"Every member of our society for generations has heard this tale and remembered it. It would be wise to do the same it may come in handy one day."

Moori nodded her head in recognition and looked down at the other folders that laid in front of him. "What's the rest of that stuff?"

"Our targets I guess you could say." Grabbing a yellow folder he set it out in front of her and opened it. Inside lay a picture of a young girl. She seemed to be glaring into the camera unintentionally like she did not realize it was there. Her long blonde hair was swept up into a messy ponytail. Moori glanced harder at the picture and noticed little blue tendrils mixed in with the blonde. That's when Moori noticed that the girl also had purple eyes like Jiro's but not as bright.

Moori opened her mouth but Jiro answered her before she could ask any questions. "This is Suri, she is 15 years old in mortal years and 324 in demon..."

"Demon?"

"Yes I know what your thinking. No demons are not the beings from hell that many people have become accustomed to. No they are but beings that are not human. Demons come in all shapes and sizes, some look horrific while others look human with minor differences. Demons also have the power over elements, some brute force, others resemble animals. I am a snake demon. The attack I used on you before let your body be mine to control but the only reason I was able to do that is because you were staring into my eyes. If you would have looked away I would have not been able to do what I did. Now lets continue. "

Jiro smiled at her nod and began to continue his telling about Suri. " She is a storm demon, very strong in fact. Suri has a quick temper but is fiercly loyal, however you have to earn that loyalty first. Currently right now she is living in Las Vegas, Nevada. It will be quite difficult to capture her since one of her main powers is that of lightning, with all of those lights around her power will be higher then imaginable. Okay moving on."

With that Jiro withdrew a green folder from the pile and laid it out onto the table, a picture of a boy roughly around Moori's age fell out. His hair was red and his eyes were green and he was actually smiling for the camera. 'Quite a looker.' Moori thought with a slight blush on her face she hadn't meant to that thought to pop up. "Ah, I see you've noticed his looks, hmm? Join the fan club if you really want to but I doubt you do once you learn who he is. His name is Suiichi Minamino, or Youko Kurama in his demon form. Youko Kurama was a legendary thief where I came from but after being hurt he transferred himself into a human body thus came forth Suiichi Minamino. Now he works with another ex-thief and two detectives to solve cases involving demons. He will be hard to target and capture especially is his friends manage to hear and interfere. We cannot let that happen, I told you before we don't have much time."

Closing his file Jiro took out a new one. This one was a brown colored one. This one despite the rest had a few markings on it that looked to be like blood. Moori ignored it however and took it from Jiro and opened it. This one had yet another picture in it and it revealed to be a boy wearing a black jacket and looking straight toward where the camera had been pointed at the time. He was not scowling nor smiling merely just assessing his surroundings. Moori sighed and pulled out another piece of paper that revealed that this boy was a street fighter for a local New York Gang in the lower slums of the city. He was in fact the leader. "He's a demon as well," Jiro said breaking her thoughts and slightly startling her. "An earth demon." Moori nodded her understanding and laid down the folder on the table.

The next folder was a light blue colored one inside was a picture of a girl in a bathing suit. Her hair was long and a dark brown just a bit darker then Moori's was. Her eyes were brown as well as her skin. She was sitting on a beach in a bathing suit. Immediately Moori assessed that Jiro was a perv. "That is one Reilee McIntosh. She lives in Australia and is a surfer as well as the daughter to a CEO at a powerful company. She's not a demon, yet."

Moori looked up at Jiro and slightly cocked her head and stared at him questioningly. "What?" he asked while sipping his cold tea and scowling at the cup.

"I have a few questions."

"Alright, ask away."

"Why are we going after these people?"

"I cannot tell you that yet but you will find out sooner rather then later. First you have to prove yourself worthy of knowing. Second question..."

"I'm not a human am I?"

"Not anymore you aren't."

"Which type of demon am I?"

"I'm not sure of that yet. Look don't worry about anything right now. This train is headed towards the harbor where we will board a ship and sail towards a temple in the Mountains of India. There I will teach you all that I know about fighting and hopefully that will release your powers. They are hidden deep inside of you just waiting to be released. The bite mark I gave you well that changed your look to what it should resemble. You might change more I don't know yet. Oh and don't worry about the look you should resemble a human in your demon form and if you don't quite like it you can always revert back to your precious human form. Let's go and rest we have a hard time coming towards us." Jiro then reached over and picked up the ruffled folders from the white clothe covered table and put them back in his bag. Standing up he turned around and pushed in his seat. Moori followed his example as he led them both to their separate rooms to sleep.

A ripple in a small bowl of water caused the image of the train to fade from existence. A shadowed covered figure in a chair sat up straight and pushed a button. The doors to the room opened and inside walked another figure.

"Yes, my lord?" A feminine voice rang out through the darkness.

"I want you to send out Taker." A male's voice replied back accompanied by what sounded like a shuffle of clothes.

"Anyone else sire?"

"Yes send Banshee and Bubbles with him. First taker though. He should attack Jiro and his new student. Send Banshee after the girl and Bubbles after the boy."

"Yes sir." The woman replied before turning to walk out of the room but was stopped in mid-step by her master.

"Oh yes and Needle, go watch over them and if they fail kill them and any witnesses, but do not kill our enemies. It's too early for that."

"Of course Master I will alert the others right away." Needles bowed and exited the room a small sigh escaping her body before leaving.

The dark figure lit up a smile and turned back to look at a door expectantly. The door opened and a figure entered. It was a female. She looked to be a bit older then him and she too sported a smile. She had long red hair and red eyes that shown in the darkness with a vengeance look to them. "Why are you sending them out so early?"

"You should know the answer to that."

"I do, but I want to hear you explain why."

"Fine, fine dear one. I am sending them to merely alert them that we are here as well as for some entertainment."

The red head smiled and walked up to lean on the back of his chair. "I do love some entertainment." With that said the two of them looked into the bowl of water before them to spy on their new enemies.

Jiro lay calmly on his bunk. It was night and the cabin was dark. He felt cold but was feeling to lazy to reach down and grab the blanket sprawled on top of him to cover up. He kept wondering how he was going to tell Moori everything. Turning to the side he gazed out the window and watched the scenery fly past. Egypt had always been so beautiful.

Closing his eyes he tried again to gain some rest but the nightmares were still haunting him. The feral screams of a woman in pain as though someone were torturing her. The sounds of swords clashing and the sight of blood spilling everywhere. A bright light blinding him and then nothing. Only the arms of his master around his 7 year old body kept him in reality and refused to let him look away from the scene. It was only good for him he said that he learn what he would do in the future. Seeing everything would prepare him for that.

Opening his eyes back up he continued to stare out the window and recited a single sentence over and over again in his mind. Nemo dat quod non habet.

Moori was sitting up on the bunk the next morning. The night had been pretty normal, no weird dreams or anything. She fell asleep pretty quickly besides the fact she had slept until late in the afternoon the day before she was still tired. Now however her back was resting against the wall so her feet hung off the side of the bunk at the base of her ankles. A book was laying on her lap wide open as her eyes sped through it. Her laptop, which she had found in one of her numerous bags, was resting on a nearby table, blinking that it had a new message for her. A loud beep alerted her for the fifth time that it had yet to be opened. Groaning in annoyance, Moori nearly fell off the bed just trying to climb off gracefully. Walking casually over to it she sat down in the nearest chair and typed in her password.

The email was from an unrecognizable email address was clearly read the words Amara Reynolds Sighing she opened it up and quickly scanned it. Thus is the letter

Hello,

I bet you're wondering who's emailing you, since the address will be quite unrecognizable. Sorry for the inconvience, but I cannot give away that information. Not at this moment, at least. Just call me Kat. Let's get straight, to the point before you get interrupted when reading this.

In the next few months, you will be experiencing some of the most terrifying, yet most enjoyable times of your life. But beware, the scarab in the desert waits in hiding. Always watch your back, and never doubt yourself. Remember everything will turn out good in the end; especially if you follow your instincts.

Sorry to cut this so short but I am running low on time as are you. Enjoy India hope to email you again.

Kat

Moori stared in disbelief at the screen. She was going to India? Moori shook her head managing to clear it at the same time. India questions could wait until later right now she was going to run a scan and see if anyone knew the email this came from. Signing into her usual message board, she posted the email address asking anyone if they've ever heard of them and signed off.

Yusuke Urameshi, the current Spirit Detective for the human world strode defiantly through the halls to Koenma's office. Pushing open the double doors he entered to find the office in an array of papers and ogres running here and there with scared looks on their faces. Looking to his right he spotted Kurama sitting in a chair next to a stacked bookcase he seemed to be in deep thought and paid no attention to the ogres running past him. His right hand was supporting his head and was leaning on the arm of the chair. "Kurama..." he called out a bit loudly, figuring surely the fox thief heard him.

Yusuke walked up and ran his hand in front of Kurama's face. "Are you okay?" Yusuke asking this caused Kurama to jump out of the chair and spin around as though he were expecting an army of rapid chipmunks to attack him with bazookas.

"Please Yusuke can you refrain from doing that."

"Doing what exactly?"

"Sneaking up behind me."

"I didn't sneak up on you. I even called out your name. I figured you would of known I was coming down the hall I was exactly quiet. Man, are you ever out of it."

"I am sorry Yusuke. Things have just come up. I've been having many weird dreams. But they do not seem as if they are dreams but memories, suppressed memories. I even feel guilty for forgetting them."

"What kind of dreams are they?"

"Its very hard to explain. It involves me and a few other shadowed people running through out a forest. A fire is burning behind us and screams of pain are heard coming back from the flames. I look behind me and realize it is a village on flames, a village I have the urge to protect."

"What happens next?"

"Nothing. All I remember from the dream is being slashed on my chest with a sword and blacking out and then I wake up."

"Weird. Well moving on, what the hell is going on around here?"

"Oh this chaos? Koenma decided to do a bit on spring cleaning on Enma's commands."

"You mean Koenma decided the ogres should clean up around here on Enma's commands."

"Yes I suppose so. " Kurama said while shaking his head and looking around.

Yusuke followed his glance and then turned back to him. "So where is the toddler anyway?"

"Koenma has been locked up in the library all day. I went to go and speak with him and the ones guarding the doors told me he specifically ordered them not to disturb him. Not even for you Yusuke."

"What could the damn toddler be looking up in there that is so goddamned important?" Yusuke muttered under his breath and leaned against the wall. Reaching into his coat pocket he withdrew a stick of gum and offered half of it to Kurama. Shaking his head in a no fashion, Kurama made a movement indicating that Yusuke himself should eat it.

"I have no idea but it must be something of the utmost importance."

Yusuke scoffed, "He's probably in there looking at porno magazines."

"Yusuke!" Kurama exclaimed a bit surprised that he would say that about his superior. Then again, he thought, this is Yusuke we're talking about.

"So now what?"

"I guess we wait." Kurama muttered back and leaned back into his seat again to continue to find what those dreams could mean in this vast memories. Yusuke sighed heavily and sat down on the floor while glancing at his watch...he was supposed to meet Keiko a half an hour ago.

Reilee McIntosh awoke one bright and sunny morning, to a blaring alarm clock. The alarm clock she wished was alive so she could murder. It was a Monday, 5:35 a.m. and she did not want to go to school. Rolling out of bed, quite literally, she landed on her hands and knees. Her dark hair hung down in her face, her eyes were partly open, and she was still semi-sleeping. Looking down she considered her options. If she laid back down she would get some more sleep until her mom yelled at her for not moving but then again she would get marks on her face and have to get rid of them before school.

Reilee didn't even get a chance to make a decision instead she felt her arms give way and her body plunge onto the carpet covered floor. In a couple of seconds, she was drifting in a world of inky blackness with visions of one particular painting flooding her thoughts. The sound of her mother's voice awoke her from her pleasant dream. Sighing Reilee rolled onto her back, sat up, and pulled herself up to her feet. Walking over to her bathroom she picked up her tooth brush and put some sort of a minty concotion onto it. Then Reilee proceeded to brush her teeth in a very lazy fashion.

Finishing up she made her way over to her closet and pulled out her uniform. Looking it over she grinned to herself and threw it over her shoulder onto the bed and pulled a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt; and instead of putting on her loafers she pulled on a pair of ragged tennis shoes. Walking over to her vanity she picked up her brush and began to comb through her hair making it semi-presentable. Reaching down she grabbed her bookbag and raced out of the room after realizing she was indeed late.

Running up the basement stairs, in sets of three steps each time, she found herself in the kitchen with a very tempermental mother staring at her like she had broken a million laws. "Uh, good morning Ma." Reilee said while smiling sheepishly.

"Good morning? REILEE!!!! We are late!!! Let's go." Her mother said while grabbing her bag and exiting the house to get into the car. Reilee just sort of gave herself a funny look and followed her mother out into the car. Climbing inside she grabbed her seat belt and leaned over to buckle up when she realized her mother was staring at her funny. "What?" Reilee asked a bit suspicious. "What exactly are you wearing? Where is your uniform and what happened to it?" Mrs. McIntosh eyes narrowed. "Well.......um....Ma....You see.......It sort of is....well.....uh..." Reilee managed to stutter out. "Nevermind I don't want to know. If you get in trouble though that's none of my concern. Let's just go." she said while putting the keys in the ignition.

Yes there you guys go!! Another chapter, I hope you liked it. GUESS WHAT!!! I met my goal of 10 pages. That's right go me!!! Anyway I tried to do a lot in this chapter and actually changed my original idea for the chapter. Most of the things I guess will have to go in the next chapter.

Anyway are you happy Sango?? Now you get to see your beloved Kurama.

I hope everyone reads and review, that would make me so happy. Well JA NE!!