okay here we go again...not sure how long this story is gonna be...but....here we go.

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Yusuke snorted, trying to contain his laughter as Kurama tried to show Hiei how to roast a marshmallow. In the end Hiei blew up his marshmallow with 'The Dragon Of The Darkness Flame.'

Kuwabara laughed loudly doubling over causing Yusuke to bed over as well. The group were camping, forcing back the knowledge that they faced Bane tomorrow. Unsure of how he would attack them, the group felt anxiety in their chests, but tried to ignore it.

Today they needed to relax....Who knew what hell would be brought to them tomorrow, so today needed to just be a day for them to be together. To pretend like they were facing a run of the mill mission.

Pretend that everything was okay, when nothing was.

Kuwabara scratched the bite at his neck. It had healed very quickly, and now only two large red scabs appeared on his neck. The skin around it was red, and looked infected though Kuwabara said he felt no pain.

Kuwabara sighed, laying back against the ground looking up at the stars through the trees. They had traveled far...there were no cities or homes for miles....but there was a mountain, and an endless amount of trees. The group has set up one tent, given by Koenma, that seemed like it would be able to hold 15 people.

Kuwabara yawned feeling himself drift off to sleep when something landed painfully hard on his gut. "Oh Urameshiiiiii...." Kuwabara moaned as the black haired youth laughed at his friend's misery. "Get off your so fat..." Kuwabara moaned painfully as Yusuke sat on his waist. Yusuke, seeing his friend beginning to drift off, had practically thrown himself on his best friend's waist. Kuwabara groaned with pain, Kurama and Hiei laughing at their friend's plight.

"I AM NOT FAT!" Yusuke snapped sounding offended.

"Fat..."

"I am-"

"FAT!"

"KU-

"Fatty. Fat-fat Fatty! Fat, fatso, fatty, fa-"

The two were engaged in a fist fight soon enough, Kurama sighing and shaking his head. Hiei watched amused as Kuwabara struggled to land a punch on Yusuke's side. Kurama and Hiei only looked up worried when Kuwabara made a strange sound, and Yusuke cried out his name.

Blood was on Yusuke's hands.

"Kuwabara!" The brown eyed youth looked at his friend terrified, Kuwabara waving him off, "Its okay...My neck...that's all." Kuwabara said palm pressed to the reopened wounds. Yusuke sunk to his knees, moving Kuwabara's hands aside, he looked at the reopened wounds. The two red holes bled just slightly, but they were still bleeding. Kuwabara Smiled at his friend, sighing gently as Yusuke's eyes misted over and shoulders sagged.

Kuwabara pulled his friend into a tight secure hug, "Hey..." He said gently trying to get Yusuke back to his old, hyperactive, macho self again. "It's all right...C'mon...it'll heal, and you guys can help me protect myself." Yusuke said nothing but let his head rest against his shoulder, and hugged him.

"What if Bane gets you, and you can't get to us?"

Hiei, Kurama, and Kuwabara looked at each other, then at Yusuke who clung to his best friend like a child, one of his hands pressed on the two little holes in Kuwabara's neck. Yusuke was filled with pain, guilt, and fear...he was trying to hold it all in.

"Urameshi...if that happens, then I'll have to put my powers and abilities to the test won't I?" Kuwabara laughed patting the top of Yusuke's head. Kuwabara placed one arm around him and whispered, so that only Yusuke could hear, "We're best friends Urameshi, You're my family...don't worry, it'll take a lot to get rid of me." Kuwabara chuckled softly, "Poor you." Yusuke laughed along with him, and the tension melted away.

Kurama smiled sweetly at them, "Come on...lets sleep...We must be ready tomorrow." They all agreed, but Kurama caught Kuwabara's shoulder before he could enter the tent. "Kuwabara...your injury needs to be treated." Kuwabara sighed frustrated and missed when he tried to smack Yusuke, who laughed at his friend's annoyance.

Alone in the tent Yusuke watched as Hiei glared at the enclosure. "I wasn't expecting you to sleep in here with us." Yusuke admitted smiling. Hiei glared at him, and snapped, "I can leave." Yusuke laughed, "Don't take it offensively, I just thought you'd rather be sleeping outside."

"I would."

"Worried?"

"Cautious."

"There's a difference?"

":I: don't get worried."

"Whatever you say Hiei."

"..."

"Hiei...do you think Bane will beat us? Get Kuwabara...and move on down the list?"

Hiei snorted, "Hell no. We are more than enough to beat him...to take him down. We'll finish this."Yusuke rolled on his stomach hugging his pillow. "What do you think Lee was thinking...when he...?"

"She was very scared."

Kuwabara came in, fresh bandages on his neck; Kurama coming in behind him. Kuwabara slumped down next to Yusuke lying on his back. "She was very scared, but Bran was worse. He was petrified." Kuwabara said softly. Kurama nodded, "That could be understood, he'd been there...there to help raise her. He has seen with his young eyes how something changed and aged. He grew to love her as his family, and with out warning, with no just cause, was murdered after being tortured and then humiliated." Kurama pat the last word out as if it had some bad taste.

Hiei stayed silent, "How many more humans are there after Kuwabara?"

"Koenma said over seventy." Yusuke answered.

"That will be a lot of lost lives if we can't find a way to stop him." Yusuke stated darkly.

"All we can do is try to get him now..." Kurama sighed, "Are you ready Kuwabara?"

No answer.

"Kuwabara?"

No answer.

The three turned to Kuwabara, who was asleep, eyes closed as he dreamed sweet dreams. Yusuke sighed smiling, and shaking his head. "He's got a good idea though...it is late. Lets sleep."

As the four slept, outside their tent, waiting for dawn to come, a figure sat on a wood log, a ghost of a smile on his face.

"7 hours to go."

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short this time. Late...a bit tired but whatever.
The day has come. Bane is attacking...but not just Kuwabara. He has another victim...as I've been saying...things are not always as they seem.