Hey guys this is my new fic. It is a Yoko/Kagome and it is a story based on my version of kitsune society. I don't really have a serious plot line yet, but I am going to introduce a lot of different types of kitsune I made up. So if you guys actually like this story and want me to continue. Please review and I'll get back to you all. For now, I hope you enjoy my new story.

Disclaimer: Since I post this in every fic I have written, I am only going to write this once. I do no own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho.

Chapter 1

Kitsune Society-101

"No, no please! I'll do anything. Spare me and I will give you whatever you want!" A rather large quivering bear oni stammered to a most gloriously handsome silver kitsune who was steadily drawing out his descent upon the unfortunate creature who dared anger him.

The kitsune allowed no emotion to fall across his face as he observed his victim's submissive pose. Normally in a situation such as this Yoko would allow the oni to go free; however this time the stupid oni had dared take what was his; his most treasured possession. "Pathetic," Yoko snarled at the cowering demon. "You dare to try to steal from this Yoko Kurama! And then you try to beg for forgiveness like a sniveling ningen? You have no honor or pride and for that…." Yoko allowed a tiny smirk to fall, "I'm afraid I cannot allow you to live."

"I'm sorry….please. I didn't know. I-If I had known I would never have stolen anything from the great demon bandit."

"Too late," Yoko murmured a moved in for the kill. With no other alternative but to flee, the oni tried one last attempt in vain to strike the Silver. "Pitiful," Yoko muttered before thrusting his trade mark rose whip up and around the oni's neck, snapping it cleanly and breaking it. The bear's eyes didn't even have time to widen as they glazed over as he fell into death. The dangerous thorns from Yoko's whip cut deeply into the oni's flesh and the blood began to pool along the forest floor. "Ugh," Yoko grimaced at his whip. "What a waste of a perfectly good weapon. Had I known how bad this guy stunk I would have just let him go instead of stinking up my favorite flower. Oh well, too late now." Quicker than the eye can see Yoko snapped his wrist and drew in his whip, watching as it reshaped into a harmless looking rose, and replacing it in his hair. He grimaced again as he could feel the blood from the oni dripping from his hair and seeping into his clothes. He stared down at his normally pristine white clothes in distaste. "Why is it that I can't seem to go anywhere these days and keep anything clean?" He murmured to himself.

"What is it with you and staying clean?" A deeper, but just as suave voice chorused out destroying the silence of the night. "I swear is it kitsune in general or is it just you?" Yoko growled playfully as he looked directly to the plot where he knew his partner was sitting and grinning in. A flurry of movement later and Kuronue was down on the group, leaning up against a tree.

"Can I help it if I merely wish to remain purified of all unwanted scents or stains?" Yoko responded smoothly before shooting a mocking look at his partner. "Besides it's not like you're any different." He glanced over at the half-hidden bat demon lounging against a tree in the shadows. His purple eyes flashed open in amusement as he regarded his partner.

"That may be true but you my good friend, take it to a whole new level," Kuronue retorted.

Yoko rose an eyebrow in as he took the bait from Kuronue's jab. "Are you suggesting I am narcissistic my friend?" Yoko announced haughtily.

The bat scoffed. "Hardly. Pigheaded is what I would call it."

Yoko rolled his eyes while Kuronue moved out from his hiding space. "So what did that unfortunate soul do to have the unfortunate circumstance of looking down the wrong end of a Rose?" He asked nodding to the dead oni.

All teasing aside Yoko was quiet for a moment before Kuronue noticed him playing with something in his hands. "He tried to steal something from me," he finally answered as Kuronue's eyes widened. Who would ever dare to steal from a youkai such as Yoko? Was the youkai addle-brained or what?

Kuronue blinked. "You?" He finally asked dryly. "Someone tried to steal something from you? Why….that's rich?" Kuronue gave a short bark of laughter. Then he glanced curiously at his partner, his amethyst eyes twinkling with poorly-veiled humor. "Just out of curiosity what did he try to steal?"

Yoko's golden eyes narrowed before he sighed and brought it out. It was a strange golden pendant, which Kuronue had seen numerous times, yet never questioned Yoko about. "What is it?" Kuronue asked stepping forward curiously.

Yoko considered his friend before holding it out for Kuronue to take. Kuronue stepped forward and took it gently, for it was obvious it meant a great deal to Yoko. Upon close inspection it was actually gold, however it was in a ying/yang design of blue and silver. "What is it?" He repeated.

Yoko chuckled before taking it and sticking it deeper in his pocket. "Good question. I have yet to figure it out. However if I had to make a bet on it, I would guess that it is the seal of a rare type of kitsune."

Kuronue frowned. "You don't know what it is or what it means and yet you do that," Kuronue pointed to the oni who was still oozing blood, "when someone tries to steal it."

Yoko growled slightly at the doubtfulness in his friend's voice. "I may not know what it does, but I do know it must hold great importance. I know what it means to me," He murmured softly.

Kuronue had to wonder what his friend meant, noticing the strange almost far-off look on the Silver kitsune's face.

Kuronue was about to comment or apologize when suddenly two high pitched screams, not unlike children, rang throughout the dark forest. Yoko sniffed the air while Kuronue used his bat hearing to locate where the noise came from. Suddenly a soft keeling sound echoed sending shivers up both Yoko's and Kuronue's spines. A second later another voice joined in.

"That is a kit's cry," Yoko commented after a moment, his voice clearly portraying shock.

"A kit's?" Kuronue questioned. "Well what does it mean; trouble?"

Yoko frowned. "More than likely. See, that cry is only to be made in the most extreme of circumstances. Kitsune generally have a call for only five types of circumstance."

"Sort of like wolves howling at the moon?" Kuronue asked.

Yoko scoffed. "Hardly. Wolves howl to the moon for its power, believing that the moon will bring them great power. We kitsune however are in no need of any power as we are all more powerful than a wolf can ever become. Besides a kitsune would never lower itself to throw his head back and howl like a banshee." Um, okay. Isn't it what they're doing now? Kuronue rolled his eyes towards the sky. Kitsunes; such a vain race. "Anyway, as I said before we kitsune currently maintain five types of calls. When we are born, when we reach adulthood, when we defeat our first enemy, when we find our mate, and most rarely used; when we are in danger. It is mostly used when a kit is scared of in danger, rarely used by adults. For most of us, if we survive that long, become powerulf enough that we have no need of such assistance. Out of all of our calls, most are spontaneous, something which we cannot control, it merely happens when the time comes. However this particular call is instinctive and can be used on a moment's notice by a kit the minute it senses danger."

"So what exactly are you trying to say?" Kuronue asked.

Yoko ran a hand through his silver hair, dotted with drying blood. "Right now these two kits are releasing the call for aid. Both kits must be trying to call for their parents; however what I can't distinguish is the second call. It sounds like a kitsune…but-."

"But what?" Kuronue asked.

"It is covered by a rather ingenious illusion. Someone with incredible power must have trained the other demon very well. Whoever is crying is covering it up to make is sound like a kitsune's scream where it is most likely a different type of demon all together. Come on we must help."

Yoko started tearing through the forest and Kuronue only blinked in surprise at the sudden departure of his partner. Kuronue followed a few seconds later. Yoko rushed through the dense thicket and the only thing Kuronue could make out was his hair and eyes as they gleamed with a strange veracity he had never seen before. From the things Yoko had told him in the past, kitsune were a very protective breed of demons.

Kuronue caught up as he landed directly by his partner's side and they both continued on, without another word at the same hurried pace. Glancing to the side Kuronue decided to question his friend. Ahead of them the call was still raging, the duel voices beautiful yet sorrowful all at once. Kuronue was…intrigued to say the least. "Yoko, I know that kitsune are very protective of each other, but I thought that was mostly between immediate family members?"

Yoko never once turned his head as he spoke. "That is true, however we also have a certain respect and protectiveness of each other as well. It is not to say that we love each other, it is merely a matter of Hierarchy."

"Hierarchy?" Kuronue murmured.

"Yes, kitsune society is a very intricate and often times serious business. As you know there are several species of kitsune, but what you don't know is that all of them are set in a certain class of their own. Starting from the bottom, the lowest members are the Red Kitsune…the most common type of kitsune. They mainly deal in basic illusions and blue fire. While the strongest Red Kitsune may be the strongest of it's race, it will only be as powerful as the lowest rank of the next type up on the Hierarchy, which are the Ice Kitsune or Koorime, as most are known. They are one step higher up and generally deal in the element of ice as well as incredible healing abilities. The Hierarchy continues on in the same pattern. The strongest Ice Kitsune will only be as powerful as the next breed of kitsune. Next on the scale are the Shadow Kitsune, who are in their own right, very powerful beings. They are much stronger than any Red or Koorime kit."

Kuronue was listening in rapt attention. Sure, Yoko and he had a long history together, however there were still things they had yet to learn about each other. All in all Kuronue was finding this very fascinating.

The whaling was cut off all of a sudden, causing Yoko to skid in his tracks trying to distinguish where the sound had come from. Kuronue stopped as well and merely watched as Yoko stood stalk still and let out his bellowing cry. The call bellowed so loud and so long that Kuronue had to cover his ears. His mouth had dropped open in shock as he had never heard Yoko give such a cry. The cry continued on for a full five minutes, Kuronue expecting his brain to pop at any moment from the force of the call.

Suddenly the piercing wail stopped and Kuronue rubbed his severely abused appendages. Glaring at his friend he growled slightly. "Yoko, what the hell was that? You nearly split my ear drums in half! Damn!"

Yoko rolled his eyes. "I was merely replying to the call. Listen and you will know what I'm talking about." Sure enough three more answering calls joined in, echoing their own feelings.

"Yoko what are they doing?" Kuronue asked, noticing that these were three entirely different youkai.

Yoko smirked at his best friend. "That was merely the other kitsune in the vicinity who heard the cry and are following it as well. We should join up with them soon."

Without warning Yoko took off again when the kits began crying again, this time moving much faster and with purpose. Kuronue ran along gracefully as usual and was so lost in thought that he almost jumped out of his skin when Yoko began speaking again. "Anyway, I wasn't finished with my information. Where were we? Oh, yes, the Shadow Kitsunes or Kages, as most are called. Their powers are sort of like yours, in that, as their name implies, Kages control shadows and darkness, preferring to spend most of their time in the calm of night rather than the cloak of day. They are able to manipulate virtually any shadow to aid for their own protection, even creating weapons. And while they are most definitely formidable foes, they generally prefer not to get into a fight, mostly relying on defense to win a battle. It is said that some of their spells and ties to the Kage-kai are the most powerful ever to exist. It is also said that they can even hide themselves, their possessions, even their entire homes, in record time if they are burdened by a sudden threat."

Kuronue's eyes were wide and he was almost sweating with anticipation. The more he heard, the more he wanted to learn. "So what is next?" He asked excitedly. "And just what class are you?"

Yoko chuckled, drawing a little in front of his friend. He glanced back at his partner, white canines gleaming in the moonlight. "Kuronue I am in a class all on my own," he commented jokingly, his eyes sparkling mischievously. Kuronue smirked back and listened as Yoko continued the history lesson.

"The fourth class is my breed, The Silvers, and most of us are rare these days, as we are still being hunted for our fir." Yoko growled while Kuronue narrowed his eyes. He hated hunters. They were pathetic, preferring to wear firs and skins that are much more beautiful looking in the wild. He was lucky he didn't have fir and that the only reason he was hunted most days was either for just being a demon, or he stole something. Yoko was clenching his hands in hate. Yoko cleared his throat, unwilling to relive his past and the sad truth. "Anyway, as you know we deal in plants and are also extremely good at illusions; however unlike the Reds, who are only able to hold an illusion for so long, we actually use magic. We have a certain spiritual acquaintance with the earth and its plants which allows us to draw energy from it whenever we need."

"The next class are the Golden Kitsune, who are in all actuality, just as strong as Silvers. For as long as I can remember both out classes have been at a stalemate in power. Golden Kitsune are highly respected creatures and very rare; much more rare than even myself or silver kitsune in general. Even with my experience I've never met, but one Golden kitsune. It is said that they are some of the oldest kitsune ever to exist. They have very powerful minds, strong telekinetic powers and telepathic powers. Some even have the power to make a normal person go crazy in less than five minutes." Kuronue gulped. He had no idea that there were so many powerful breeds of kitsune. He'd seen the power of Yoko on more than one occasion and couldn't imagine anyone being just as strong or stronger than him.

"But the last one," Yoko's eyes darkened and flashed with excitement and Kuronue had to wonder at the sheer pride and excitement in his voice. "The last species and the most powerful, are the Blue Kitsune. They are so rare, that no one even suspected they still existed. They were thought to have been wiped out many years ago, even before the time of Golden or Silver Kitsune. Of course most of this is talk by other species of demons who have absolutely no idea what they are talking about. Kitsune though; they know." Yoko whispered the last part, his eyes shining. "At least, I know."

"What? How?" Kuronue whispered back in the same voice.

Kuronue could hear the keeling dual voices now, as more and more kitsune joined in, each one providing their own haunting call. They must be getting closer. And however curious he was to discover who was making that strange holler, he was a little disheartened that their discussion would end before he could know more.

For the first time since he'd started his explanation, Yoko actually made eye contact with Kuronue, who abruptly faltered in his steps at the look in the Silver's eyes. He stared him straight in the eye as both demons stopped for a moment. "I know…because I've seen one before; and she was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Yoko spoke with such awe and wonder that Kuronue instantly knew that his friend was telling the truth.

"At first I thought she was a ghost or the spirit of the forest, said to protect nature in all its forms. I had been out that night, just mediating by our lake. This was before I met you and I was feeling slightly bored and lonely. All of a sudden I noticed the sweetest smell I'd ever come across. She came from out of nowhere and at first took no notice of me at all." Kuronue was listening in awe. From Yoko's tone of voice, she must have been a real beauty. Some one who could put that tone on such a….well-versed youkai was definitely not something you over looked. "She walked right out of the forest and it was like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even move, her presence was so staggering, peaceful, and calm. She looked at me only once as I heard her voice in my head. I was shocked when she merely asked to "borrow the pond so that she may dance freely and without restrain." When I could do nothing but nod, she smiled at me….and continued on, never once glancing back at me. And so I watched as she simply walked forward and began walking over top the water."

Kuronue's thoughts came to a screeching halt and he looked a bit skeptical? "She walked on the water?" He asked. "Yoko, are you sure this wasn't a dream?"

Yoko chuckled. "You know that's the first thing I thought…right before she started dancing. A strange music began playing as she took out a strange wooden instrument and began to play a rather soothing melody. She just started dancing, right there on the water playing a song I did not recognize, yet knew by heart. As she sang I just watched her. She wasn't very old, perhaps 16 in demon years. But her eyes and her aura showed such virile beauty that it was easy to overlook how young she looked. She played well into the night, dancing over the water and come morning she was gone; just like that." Yoko snapped his fingers, frowning slightly. "She disappeared but not before she spoke to me just once more."

"She spoke again?" Kuronue asked in awe.

Yoko's eyes were closed in remembrance. "Yes, she said as she was disappearing, "thank you." When I asked her what she was thanking me for, she merely closed her eyes and said, "for allowing me this dance of freedom. Thank you for watching over me. We will meet again, Yoko Kurama, for it is our destiny." I finally fell asleep at some point right there on the boulder and come morning I found this." Yoko once again brought out the strange medallion and Kuronue now fully understood why his friend was so protective of his possession.

"So did you ever see her again?" Kuronue asked curiously.

Yoko shook his head and looked a bit saddened. "No. I searched for many years after that, but came up with nothing."

"Hm," Kuronue murmured. "So you said she was a Blue Kitsune? What is so special about them?"

Yoko smirked again. "They are the most powerful kitsune in existence. They are able to use every element available, their Sprirt Energy is so strong. And that's not even the tip of the ice berg. They can also….purify."

Kuronue blinked. "Wait; purify? You mean like, what a Miko does?" He asked bizzarly. When Yoko nodded seriously Kuronue just had to ask. "How is it that a demon can come to wield pure powers? Wouldn't their auras kind of cancel each other out and destroy each other?"

Yoko chuckled. "You'd think that wouldn't you? However it is not the case. It is written that Blue Kitsune are able to hone in both powers because it is their duty to protect not just their own race of kitsune, but all other races of kistune as well. The Miko abilities aid them through the power of healing and purification so that they are able to ward off any threat what so ever."

Kuronue was silent before muttering a, "wow. I certainly have learned a lot today."

Yoko laughed again, before straining his ears and listening for the two twin cries, as well as all the other kitsune who joined in their answers. "We must get going now. They are still in danger and the others are still too far away to get there in enough time." He dashed off once again, but this time Kuronue was right beside him. Just hearing about Yoko's race had intrigued him beyond belief. For some reason he felt closer to Yoko than he ever had before. If this was important to Yoko than it was important to him as well. He would do anything to help out his best friend and brother.

"Yoko," Kuronue called over the rushing wind.

Yoko grunted in reply.

"When we return I wish to know more about this system. I must admit I find myself growing more and more fascinated by your race," Kuronue stated.

Yoko nodded, however didn't bother to reply. Kuronue, he thoughts to himself. After tonight I think you'll know more about kitsune than you ever expected to learn. Something is going to happen. I can feel it.

Japanese words and translations:

Kitsune: Fox

Kit: Young Fox

Youkai: Demon

Oni: Lower class demon

Miko: Priestess

Kage: Shadow

Kage-Kai: Shadow Realm

Koorime: Ice

Ningen: Human

Hey, ya'll I've decided to write new fic. I don't know what it was but I really wanted to start another Yoko/Kagome. I was originally going to make this a Kag/Kuronue/Yoko, but since this is going to be based around kitsune society I decided to make is a Yoko/Kagome. Anyway, I really hope you liked the first chapter. It is going to take me awhile to update this one since I have so many other fics that need to be updated. But if you're patient and you actually like the idea of this story, please review. It will help me move faster. Anyway, see ya'll later.

Ja ne.

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