Thank you so much for all of the reviews so far. I'm so sorry for the lack of updates. Anyways without any further delay here is the next chapter.
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Damasu stood twisting a lock of his hair. A long black silky lock twisted around his middle and index fingers.
'What do I do now?' Closing his eyes the tall demon asked for knowledge so that he could know what was the right thing to do now.
Bright brown eyes opened. He knew! He knew what he must do now. Otherwise they would never find the woman and the little girl.
Glancing over his shoulder only long enough to offer a quick prayer for Kanna's life, Damasu ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
Biting his lip he ran dodging trees, buildings, cars and people. He did not care if attention was attracted.
Deep inside he knew that it was the least of punishments ahead. Maybe that was what he needed, some kind of penance for his soul. After all that he did, Damasu was ready to give up his life. If it meant that everyone would be safe he would gladly die.
A metallic taste filled the demon's mouth as he kicked up his speed up yet another notch. It all depended on how fast he could run.
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Shiori moaned lightly before touching her head trying to figure out why it pounded so.
'Oh that's why.' Shiori thought as she felt the lump on her head. Visions flooded into her mind of the attack. 'Oh yeah, that guy with the fox ears. He did this to me.'
Planting her hands firmly on the cold, brick floor Shiori pushed herself up, moaning in the process.
On both knees she gasped for air. It hurt too much to continue. There was no way she could ever stand.
Elbows gave out as she fell to the floor. Oh how wonderful the cold floor felt to her wet face. It had taken so much energy to get up that far.
"Forget it. I give up. Whoever wants me can take me." Shiori muttered under her breath.
Closing her eyes she turned her head. Maybe there was a blanket she could use.
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Yusuke, Hiei, Kuwabara and Yuki all walked back towards Kurama's solemnly. All were silent for they knew what was in store.
Hiei had stayed in the trees hopping from one branch to another. He did not, no could not, face the others. There was just too much emotion written on his face. Too much worry, fear, and anger. After all the times he preached about how being ruled by emotions was a sign of weakness, he just could not face the others. Right now he was being weak; yes he knew that, but he wanted to be weak alone.
Kuwabara kicked a tiny blue pebble that lay in front of him. How could they win against such odds. There was no way. He did not even need his spiritual awareness to tell him that.
Yusuke walked in the back of the group. 'Oh Kanna, I'm so sorry. I promised to protect you and look at where your at.' Right now Yusuke not only blamed himself, but he hated himself. After all that he did to her. All the promises that he had broken. 'I am no different then the others that have used her and tossed her out like yesterdays trash. They all broke every promise ever made as have I. I am no different.'
Yuki walked in stunned silence. There was so much that she knew and yet so much that she did not. No longer did she hold hatred or distrust in the spirit detective that walked beside her. Looking up she met his eyes. His eyes that held so much hurt and pain. Smiling sympathetically Yuki shook her head. No, no longer did she harbor hate, now she felt sorry for Yusuke. For she could see the pain that he went through now.
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Koenma pulled a dusty book from the bottom drawer. Sighing he placed it on the desk and in anger pushed away from the desk. 'Why did it have to come to this? Why?' Koenma walked to the corner in an effort to compose himself. He could not break down now. Not after how far they had come, and how far they still had to go.
Koenma glanced back at the book. It had been a hundred years this exact day since it had last been used. Even with it being centuries old the black book was still in amazing condition. If it were not for the dog-eared left corner it would have been in excellent condition. The gold lettering was still as radiant as it was back then. Silver etching sprawled from the spine of the book reaching out far to the other side begging to be touched. Such a coveted thing, this book was.
And Koenma knew it. He knew the power that it held within though he never got to experience it. But now, now he would see the magnificence that this one book truly held.
A light ice blue radiated from the book that sat upon the desk. Shuddering Koenma looked away. Already he could feel its awesome power. And it still had not been activated. This was left over power. Power from a century ago. Power that was not needed to thwart the evil that resided back then.
As the blue brightened Koenma lowered his head. All they could do now was pray. Pray that he and his detectives would have enough strength to survive this evil.
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So sorry for the wait between chapter. Hopefully this won't happen anymore. Anyways R&R please.