Saeka: (--yawns--) Sorry for such a late update, homies. I had to go to this dumb four daylong swim meet in Charleston. ((O.o)) Not quite how I had envisioned spending my last few days of summer. Then I had a girly moment and decided to clean out my closet, which occupied two days... Then my frickin' guitar got a crack in it so I had to take it into the shop and then one of my Violin strings snapped on my while I was PLAYING IT (--rubs place on cheek from where it hit her--) That thing hurts like a monkey, for Christ's sake. So I had to get a spare, then I realized that I might as well put a whole new set of strings on the violin (a really boring process cause that means that I have to play it and tune it continuously so the strings'll stretch) and by the time all that was fixed, I decided that I might as well tune the piano while I'm at it, and that took some time. All my instruments have turned against me.... (--eye twitches--) All in all, this was certainly the week from hell. u.u I had an ADD attack (--when my short attention span kicks into full gear--) and couldn't concentrate at all one night...damn.

By the way, this update might be the last update for a while, reader-chans. As school starts on August 9, (--in my opinion, ridiculously early--) I don't know how much free time I'll have, for I'm going to become reallllyy busy again with orchestra things and swim team and AP classes...feh, I've forgotten how much I despise school. So, to make condolences, I'll make this chapter long. Erm, how about fifteen pages? Two more than usual? Even though that isn't much? Is that enough to make ya'll happy?

Oh, hell it won't make a difference. uu

H'anyway, here's all the usual crap:

Disclaimer: why do I say this EVERY TIME? If people had half a brain, they'd notice I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. (--saeka wishes she did--)

Reviewers: You guys are a sandbar of sanity in an ocean of craziness! Meh... if anyone understood that, please tell me. YOU GUYS STILL ROCK! (--hands out e-cookies--) By the way, Shizuka-chan, you seemed to read my mind. Except, in...reverse, or something. I was going to end after ten chapters....but, I can't let down a fellow HB fan, can I? So, I'll come to a happy medium and write say....between fourteen and fifteen chapters. More like fourteen, but we'll just see.

As for another certain reviewer, you're a friggin' retard and a crackpot weirdo. Sticks and stones, luv, as Jack Sparrow would say. I don't want to a eat a d!#, thank you very much, and I bet that all my reviewers can at least SPELL addiction, weirdo. You're pathetic. (--sighs--)Did you honestly HAVE to bring the reviewers into this? (--starts to get angry--) You can insult me alllll you want, dearie, but don't TOUCH my reviewers. That sh#t just ain't gonna fly. I could delete what you said, but I respect each and every one of my reviewers, so that I won't do. I'm not going to say anymore about you, for I fear that I'll be put under arrest for the words the may come out of mouth. u.u Thank you.

On a happier note, here's the next chapter!

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Chapter Seven: The Falsness Inside Their Smiles

Three Weeks Later, The Garden

As the wind ruffled the trees and made them dance and sway in the early autumn breeze, Kurama couldn't help but liken it to the way Botan moved across the dance floor. She had only been here for a month, but already everyone knew her by name. Her friendly, amiable nature allowed her to make fast friends and work her way into the hearts of everyone. Brushing back a stray lock of his long red hair, Kurama turned his face into the breeze and let it wash over him, a sad smile playing across his lips. Everything had run its own course, and all the excitement seemed to settle down on its own. Except for one thing.

She doesn't know I love her.

Botan accepted him as a friend, nothing more. But I wish it was. She's so kind and gentle... He laughed slightly. What are you thinking about, Kurama? She said so herself that you were a good friend, nothing beyond that. And yet, every time she says that it's like a knife inside me, twisting slowly. I have to tell her soon. I have to know if she feels the same.

Kurama packed away his garden tools into a toolbox, closing the lid with a click as he stood up in a single smooth motion. Gazing out at the horizon that burned with the gold and fiery orange hues of autumn, he tried to ease the emotion that was churning inside him. Calm down, Kurama. There are other things at work that are more important than your feelings. Something's eating Hiei as well.

Remembering how Hiei was acting lately, Kurama frowned. He had locked himself in his rooms, pouring over battle maps, snapping at everyone who was foolish enough to get within five feet of him. Kurama had tried to talk to him, to press what was wrong. Every time he did, Hiei pushed him away and sank even further into his depressing mood. Even as he wondered why Hiei was acting like this, Kurama had a sneaking suspicion that he already knew.

Botan. Ever since he talked to her, they've been avoiding each other. Whenever someone mentions his name to her, she always draws back within herself and becomes quiet and unreachable--as if she's contemplating something.

Sighing, he picked up his had and put it back on his head, wandering over towards the palace terrace to check on the potted plants that hung from the overhang. It isn't your place to worry about her, Kurama. Given time, everything will work itself out.

Letting the wind lift his hair off his back, Kurama turned and began to inspect each plant, making sure it had all that was needed to survive the frost that was coming tonight. As he unhooked a planter from it's perch, an odd piece of paper floated down to the deck. Curiously, he picked up the small square that had been folded many times into a tiny square. His brow furrowed, he unfolded the paper and realized that it was a letter to someone.

I have discovered a few of our Lord's weakness, darling Mamoru.

I have already been with him for nearly a month—quite sufficient amount of time to get what we want. I am quite certain that you will be most pleased with what I've found out. Don't worry—I've already informed the other spy of my intentions. I assume it is only a while before she's gone too.

Oh, how I wish you were here, my love... I long to kiss your lips—to trace the outlines of your smile. I wait in anxiousness everyday hoping that you will come. And when you do, I'll have that pleasant surprise for you. I won't tell you of Hiei's weakness right now, darling, but I will as soon as I see your wonderful face again.

What a pleasant day it will be! We will wrench the life out of Hiei and all of his servants—take the life out of their very hands. You have no idea how I despise this wretched place.

I long for the time to see you.

Your loyal servant

With hands that shook, Kurama folded up the paper and stuck it in his coat pocket. Someone has crossed into our defenses. It was obvious—someone was feeding Mamoru information. The author was obviously female, and recent on the palace scene. Taking a shaky breath, Kurama tried to calm down his heart that had been racing ever since he read the words: "I have been here nearly a month...."

Could it be?

Could my laughing, smiling Botan be the well of information to our enemy?

It can't be true. I won't believe it.

There has to be someone else inside the palace that wrote this note. It's probably a joke, a sick and cruel joke.

And yet... yet, I doubt that anyone would attempt to pull a joke of this size.

Oh Botan, how did you get yourself inside this mess?

Swallowing, Kurama turned around and pulled on a rope that dangled lifelessly from the ceiling. Instantly, a tall and darkly built man appeared, a clipboard hanging by his side. "You called, sir?"

Still trying to calm down the feral beating of his heart, Kurama ran a hand over his hair before pulling out the slip of paper in his coat and handing it over to his battle advisor. "Take a look at this, Hitori."

Quizzically, Hitori took the piece of paper from Kurama, unfolded it, and scanned the page briefly. A dark slender eyebrow arched at the end of it. He sent a questioning look over towards Kurama.

"What do you think?" Kurama asked, his voice trembling for an instant before he controlled it.

"It's quite obvious whoever wrote this is lying, sir," Hitori answered, whacking the paper with his free hand. "You can tell by how they worded the letter. It's all a joke: don't pay any heed to it."

Casting his emerald eyes down, Kurama let out a jagged sigh before looking up. "And who do you think did it?"

"I wouldn't let it worry you, sir. It's probably just some servant trying to be funny."

"What of Botan?"

Listening to the trembling in Kurama's voice, Hitori looked away. Those emerald eyes were too piercing, too knowing. "It's a prank," he said in a low voice. "Botan has nothing to do with it. She sure as hell didn't write this letter anymore than I did."

"Someone is trying to betray us, Hitori. And everyone in the palace is subject to this speculation. Even us."

Hitori looked down, turning away. "It can't be Botan. She's too... I won't believe it."

There was a long silence as each man speculated the churning sea of his thoughts. It was a while before Kurama had enough strength to rap out in an authoritive tone: "I want the security around the palace doubled. And I want Hiei's chambers searched for anything out of the ordinary."

"Of course," Hitori answered, picking up his clipboard and scribbling a few notes, glad to end the uneasy silence.

"And I want tabs kept on all the servants who enter Hiei's room. Make sure that everyone who enters comes out. Keep an eye out for anyone who seems like they don't fit. I wish to be informed immediately if there is."

Hitori nodded, making a few more notes to himself.

"And Hitori?"

Hitori looked up, question on his face. "Yes, lord?"

"Keep an eye on Botan. I know she couldn't be—she couldn't—" Kurama paused and drew in a sharp breath, before staring and Hitori with jagged emerald eyes. "I don't want her ending up hurt."

"I know how you feel. None of us do, sir. She adds laughter and beauty to our halls. But don't worry about her, she's with Mina training the soldiers."

At the thought of Hitori's short and exuberant wife training all those men, Kurama forced a smile. "I still find it hard to believe that she beats you regularly in defense arts."

Hitori smiled wryly before turning to go back inside. "Believe it. My backside still hurts from when she tossed me on my butt yesterday."

"Oh, and Hitori?"

"What is it, sir?"

"Be careful, my friend. Someone is drawing designs on all of us."

Hitori's smile changed, instantly warming up the hard planes of his face. "I will, Kurama. You too."

"Thanks," Kurama said in a rush of air, as if he had let out something that was worrying himself.

"I'll get started on those improvements."

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Hitori's P.O.V.

He was scared.

Kurama, the pillar of strength that everyone in the palace always turned to, was afraid.

The thought terrified me.

Frowning, I kicked open the screen door that led into the kitchen, nodding at the cook as I made my way to the northwest corner of the house: where the hills lay in a rumpled sheet of green, a ribbon tossed carelessly on the ground by a child.

I needed some time to think.

Ignoring the servants that swept into deep bows as I passed by them, my stride quickened with every step I took. Finally, I reached the French doors that led outside. Throwing them open, I slowed down my pace, my eyes automatically scanning the hills for any unwanted guests. Content that I was alone, I shoved my hands into my pockets, and took a deep breath of the fresh country air. Closing my eyes, I let my thoughts turn towards Kurama, how shaky and scared he seemed.

Not scared... apprehensive. As if he new it was true.

When I looked into his emerald eyes and tried to tell him it was a joke; I knew that he could tell I was lying. It was the look in those eyes—those fathomless green eyes. It reminded me of the look a mother doe might were when she realizes her children are in danger of the wolves. It was as if he finally realized that the tangled games he heard people play could come true. When Hiei approached me with this job, I followed willing: he had saved my life countless times. I have a deep respect for both Hiei and Kurama; they have enough insight for a thousand men.

Still, with all their insight, it amazed me that they still found ways to be naïve. Or was it ignorance that prompted Hiei to think he could win this war?

Mamoru is a slimy snake; starting the war and killing the one thing that kept everyone alive: Koenma. I knew he would try something like this—using the people that were close to us to get his information; it was so like the stinky bastard.

But could Botan really be the one who wrote that note?

Laughing, smiling, caring, gentle, Botan?

It couldn't be true. Still, a rational part of me says that Botan was the only one to enter the palace in the last month. If by some obscure stroke of bad luck that that letter was true, she could have been the only one to write it.

What was I thinking? Botan was as innocent, sweet, like newly fallen snow. The first time I saw her—so pretty, so sad, I wanted to kiss her. She looked so sweet and wistful standing there in the doorway... In the brief time that I knew her, she became import to my wife and me, the child we never had.

She couldn't have written those letters. She would never hurt anyone.

If it was indeed a game she was playing, she sure fooled me. Botan has the heart of a child—always curious, always gentle, always trying to please someone. Was it that urge to please someone that was her downfall? Did someone force her into this mess?

It isn't true. It can't be true. Botan would never do that.

So why do I feel my stomach turn over every time I think of her and the letter and if her whole act was a lie? Why do I feel this deep, guttural feeling in me thinking about it, as if...as if my mind is trying to tell me something my heart won't believe?


INTERMISSION TIME!! WOOH!

Really, I had tried to write this chapter all in one sitting, but, feh, ADD kicks in

So, go grab some pocky, and come back in ten!

(--pops in Tim McGraw cd--)

See ya'll later! I leave to search for food!


(--comes back with a wad of cookie dough--)

Hey homies! We are the back, with more Hiei and Botan-chan! Yay! Intermission time is over...


Hiei's Chambers

The autumn sky burned and empty, desolate blue the moment Hiei heard of the letter found by Kurama.

He had been at his desk, deeply entrapped in his battle plans. Or, so he told himself. He told himself that every time his thoughts wandered when he heard a graceful and delicate laugh, like the tinkling of china. He told himself that every time he looked up and saw the fragile purple blossoms that grew beneath his windows. He told himself he wasn't comparing them to amethyst clarity of her eyes, that he wasn't looking at the sky to be reminded of her hair.

It was so soft to the touch. Like a—

Hiei swore viciously and turned his attention back to the tall, lithe male with the flaming red hair that stood in his doorway.

"Is everything all right, Hiei?" Kurama asked, concern seeping into his voice.

"Save all that sappy shit for people who need it, Kurama. You came up just to bother me with this letter?"

Kurama frowned. "Well, yes. You hit the nail on the head rather nicely."

"Who gives a shit," Hiei said, reaching for his glass of whiskey that was eternally right by his side. "That letter doesn't prove anything, Kurama. You think that you can change my mind with just a slip of paper? It's obviously some pathetic twit trying to be funny."

"I thought it might matter to you, Hiei, because it has to do with Botan."

At the mention of Botan, Hiei's shoulders tensed. His fingers gripped on the table, crinkling the miscellaneous papers that were scattered across the papers into useless balls. This is exactly what I wanted to avoid. I should have known better. Kurama's not some pompous fool to ignore what was said and wasn't said in that letter. His pupils dilated fiercely, and he fought to keep his breath steady.

"Yes," Kurama murmured. "I thought that would get your attention."

"What's your point?" Hiei said flatly, trying to muster all of his self-control.

"If this letter is true, then she's the only one who could write it." When he spoke, his voice began to tremble slightly.

"What do I care," Hiei said, trying to be nonchalant. Tragically, his hand was shaking as he reached again for his whiskey. "It wouldn't be the first time someone betrayed me, and it sure as hell won't be the last time."

"That trick might work on others, Hiei, but I can see through it. Whether you want to admit it or not, Botan has found a way into your system."

"Dammit," his breath hissed in. "I don't give a shit about her. The bitch can go and get herself screwed for all I care."

Kurama's eyelids flinched. "You're in an exceptionally vile mood, Hiei. Perhaps its better if you pretend that you don't care about her."

"Who's pretending." He laughed harshly, downing his drink before setting it none to gently back onto the table.

"Well, Hiei, by the looks of it I'd say you are."

Hiei tensed sharply again, craning his head around to look over at Kurama. Maddeningly, he stood there like the pedigreed gentleman he was: his hands folded neatly in front of him, his back ramrod straight, his eyes revealing nothing. I don't care about her. I never have. And if that ass says I do, he's stepping into territory he has no right to be in. "I suggest you don't pull a stunt like that again, Kurama," Hiei said slowly, turning back around to face his charts.

"Like what, Hiei?" Kurama asked quietly, his emerald eyes luminous with something unidentifiable. "Say that ever since you two talked, all you've done is locked yourself in your room and sulked? Say that ever since you've met her, the only thing you've done is admire her? Say that when you see her, you gentle and go out your way to please her? Say that her kind nature and those magnificent amethyst eyes call to you in ways that you've never felt? Say that you—"

Kurama didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. With a furious growl, Hiei launch himself at Kurama, efficiently pinning him to floor. Hiei's dagger was shoved forcefully against his thought, and his eyes shot fiery hell at his friend.

"Are you going to kill me, Hiei?" Kurama asked calmly, his entire body slack with the knowledge that getting Hiei out of his depression would be slightly easier than he thought. This emotional outburst was certainly unexpected. "Seems like a lot of trouble over a woman you insulted."

"Damn you," Hiei breathed, his body itching with the unexpected surge of anger he had expected. I've never felt this much emotion. The thought terrified him. The thought that he, Hiei, who had so learned that emotions had no place anywhere, was suddenly developing some scared the hell out of him. "I don't have feelings for her!"

"I understand how you feel, Hiei," Kurama said softly. "You're still taken aback that she almost died to save you. You're still trapped in the thought that you don't need anyone, and no one needs you. You're having trouble comprehending why she would do that. You—"

"Who are you to tell me what I feel," Hiei growled, standing up as smoothly as he could and sheathing his dagger. "Emotions get you no where, Kurama. I should know."

"I'm not going to doubt you, Hiei. But I thought that you of all people could recognize beauty—inside and out—when you saw it. She cares for you, Hiei. That's why she almost died to save you."

Hiei's eyelids flinched as he turned his back on his friend. "She hates me. She said so herself. And yet... that wound...." He snorted. "Then again, what do I know hate from caring? I plan on asking her why she took that bullet, Kurama. I need to know."

"Hiei," Kurama sighed, pushing himself off the floor and smoothing out his clothing. "When are you going to realize that you already do?"

"When she tells me why," he said, but too quietly for his friend to hear. "You might want to leave, Kurama. I have plans to attend to."

"Will you stop sulking already, Hiei? You've locked yourself in her for weeks—doing nothing but feeling sorry for yourself. I don't know what went on when you talked to Botan; I respect what she wants to keep privtate. She needs to straighten things out with you, Hiei. Whenever anybody talks about you, she becomes withdrawn and looks distrauguht. It hurts me to see her like that. You need to talk to her."

"You seem awfully friendly with her," Hiei said lowly, his hands clenching on his desk. "Do you love her, Kurama?"

There was a long pause. "Yes," Kurama said finally. "I believe I do."

For the second time in as many minutes, Hiei had pinned Kurama to the floor. "Have you had her?" he said, his voice layered with too many emotions to name."

"Calm down, Hiei," Kurama said. "You're not going to get anything accomplished being angry at me."

"Answer me, dammit!! Have you had her?"

Kurama sighed. "No, Hiei. As much as I want to, I haven't. You have your claws to deep into her for me to. I'm just considered a friend. Does that console you?"

An odd emotion burst inside Hiei. It was eerily like a gloating feeling—though he didn't say it aloud, he felt smug knowing that Botan didn't want Kurama. Silently, he stood up, and sheathed his weapon once more. She doesn't want him, he thought. But she wants me. Dammit, I don't need her! I don't need anyone!

"You're silence says what you do not, Hiei. Talk to her, if you want her so badly. She's still shook up about that meeting you had. I'll leave you to think it over." With that, Kurama slipped quietly out of the room.

She refused me. Hiei thought, his hands gripping his desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Yet she desires me. No one who could kiss me like she did wouldn't. Then why did she say no? Why did she save me? I need to talk to her.

Then Hiei remember the last time he tried to explain his actions to Botan. She had left him in his room, swearing and cursing at how he managed to let her slip through his fingers. This time, she won't get away. This time, she'll answer every one of my questions. And this time, she'll enjoy it.

Savoring that last thought as he downed another glass, Hiei walked out of his room for the first time in three weeks to seek out Botan.

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The Very Same Hills Where Hitori Is

The late afternoon light glowed thickly across the emerald hills, casting them in an eerie, golden color. The tall oak tree caught the light magnificently; trapping it in its lush fiery red leafs. Like a kaleidoscope, the leaves fanned it out into an array of colors in the shade of its might branches. Extraordinarily, a lone wolf basked under the tree, its eyes weighed down in sleep as it dreamed fitfully.

This glorious scene was exactly what Botan was trying to capture on her sketchpad from where she sat braced against another tree's back. A small pile of crumpled pieces of paper from where she furiously threw them away.

Frowning as the wind stirred the stray pieces of hair that escaped her braid across her face, Botan looked up again at the scene. Strangely, every time she looked at that wolf, she felt an odd melting sensation inside. The same feeling she got when she first saw it and new she had to capture it on paper.

That wolf is like Hiei, she thought with a wistful feeling. Alone, and enjoying what few pleasures life has given him while he can. Then, with a snort, what am I saying? You wanted to draw this just because it's pretty. Not because his dark hair reminds you of the wolf's pelt as it swayed in the breeze. Not because the light bathed him in color just as I want—

"What am I doing?" Botan asked furiously, crumpling up another piece of paper and throwing it over his shoulder. "I don't care for him!" She yelled, the wind blowing over her words. "I don't!"

But even as she said the words, she knew they weren't true. The past weeks she had spent away from Hiei made her grow fonder of Hiei, not vice versa. She admired him from a distance; how he handled situations with a cool finality. How his muscles shifted and stretched across his clothes as he moved across the room. She admired his crimson eyes, revealing nothing and yet everything.

"I didn't know you were so talented, my darling."

At the unexpected voice, Botan practically jumped five feet in the air. She closed her eyes hoping she heard wrong, hoping though through her fear she had mis-recognized the voice. Turning around slowly, her heart plummeted to her stomach. There, in all his cruel glory, stood Mamoru.

He assessed her with cool black eyes, his hands folded over his chest and a slight smile playing his lips.

"Get away from me, bastard," Botan asked lowly, her voice dripping malice.

Mamoru chuckled, crouching down next to Botan. "My dear, I haven't seen you in over a month and the first thing you do is call me a bastard. You disappoint me. I would have expected better from my best spy."

"I'm not your spy, damn it!"

"Oh, I beg to differ, my pet." Mamoru set, reaching out to stroke her hair.

Furiously, Botan grabbed his wrist and threw it back at him. "Don't touch me."

"I always knew you were one for poetry," he said lazily, sitting back on his heels. "So beautiful and yet so far away... I knew I had to have you the first time I saw you."

"What are you doing here," Botan demanded, her voice trembling. "I thought myself rid of you."

"Are you afraid of me, Botan?" he asked, nonchalantly inspecting a fingernail. "That wounds me quite deeply. I imagine myself with you after I win this war."

"You won't win," she said. "And I will never be yours."

"Such angry words that come out of that beauteous mouth of yours. And such false words too. You know, I've dreamed of kissing those pretty lips."

"Stop it," Botan said furiously, standing up quickly and turning around. Why did he have to show up now? Just when I was beginning to understand myself... oh, where are you, Hiei?

She shuddered when she felt his fingertips trace the smooth column of her neck. "I've missed you Botan," he whispered in her ear. "I came all this way just to see you. You better not disappoint me by turning away from me."

She flushed angrily, folded her arms over her chest. "You'd be smart to walk away. We're hardly alone here—I have more friends than you can shake a stick at."

"Ah, I can still bring color to your cheeks."

"You bring vomit to my throat."

He chuckled again, his breath dancing across her skin, making her shudder. "Still the coy maiden I see. No problem, I intend that change that," he pressed his lips to her shoulder.

Botan snapped away from his angrily, backing up slowly. "I told you not to touch me. And not matter what you think, I will never be yours. You won't win."

"My pet," he said, laughter dancing in his eyes. "When will you realize that I already have won? I don't see Hiei standing in my palaces."

With a sinking feeling, Botan realized he was right. "At least he was too much of a man to sink to using spies."

"You," he corrected, moving in on her again.

"What?"

"You, my darling. I used you to win." He picked up a piece of her hair and smoothed it over his lips.

That's right... he used me to win. I was the one that betrayed my friends. It was me who cause this crisis. And it'll be because of me that Hiei will die. "No," Botan said, refusing to believe it, backing away again slowly.

"Of course you did, my beauteous Botan. I have an entire army practically at his doorstep. I simply came to recover you before I attacked."

"What happened to your whore, Miki? Why don't you take her?"

"Because," Mamoru laughed, "she is exactly that: a whore. There's no sport in chasing down someone you could have easily. You, on the other hand, are well worth the chase. I will enjoy hunting you down," he said, his eyes roaming over her. "I'll enjoy it very much."

"Get the hell away from me," she said, her voice shaking as he moved closer and closer to her.

"When will you stop pretending, Botan? You want me. Every woman does." (1)

"Leave me alone," she warned dropping her sketchpad to the ground as she prepared to make a break for it.

"Run and I'll catch you," he said lazily. "You won't like it when I do, but I will. I'll like it quite much indeed."

Fear pooled thickly into her stomach. He's right. She realized, terrified. I have nowhere to go.

"It's just you and me, Botan. I finally have you where I want you." He walked to her, and Botan, paralyzed in her fear, let him slip his arms around her waist. "How about here?" he muttered his face closing in on hers. "Just you and me and the nice, hard, tree."

Shocked out of her fear, Botan drew back her hand and slapped him so fiercely that his head snapped back. Blood rushed quickly to his face, an imprint of her hand on his cheek. "Bitch," he said thickly, grabbing her braid and jerking her head to him. "You'll pay for that."

Botan screamed, a single raw sound that was Hiei's name, just before Mamoru crushed his mouth to hers.

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Saeka: (--shudders--) Okay, it is definitely official, Mamoru is THE CREEPIEST DUDE EVER. I really wish I didn't have to write him in here. Poor Botan-chan...

Dude, I was also on the interenet while writing hits, and the fricking dumb tickle matchmaking thing came up like TWENTY SEVEN TIMES!! I have a pop-up blocker and yet STILL I get those gay ass things that say "hey! You're the 1543267 visitor to this site! Click her to get your free Trojan/virus that will destroy your computer!" ARG!!! PLEASE STOP IT!! I'M ABOUT TO GO INSANE!!!

Yeah, anyway, we have several options from here, since I dun know what to do... so I'll ask for the reviwer-chans help! Is that okay? Yesh?

All righty, there are several paths to take:

Number One being: Botan beats the crap out of Mamoru herself

Number Two: Hiei finds her first and beats the crap out of Mamoru, then plot conflict, cause, well, it IS Mamoru (this is if people want to see mamoru murdered or something... whatever...)

Number Three: Kurama finds her first and the he beats the crap out of Mamoru, then we have the same conflict, yadda yadda....

Number Four: Hitori finds her, tells Mamoru to beat it, then asks all these questions, puts it together that she's a spy (this I had intended to happen but, (--sighs--) short attention spans dun really make allowances for that... Dinner calls me, and it waits for no man.) Then he promises to tell anyone but, (duh) he does...

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So pick whatever pleases you, reader-chan!! And, yes, tell me, because I can't read anyone minds... tis a sad thing...

Ja!

PS.: I... uh, kinda wrote this in a rush and didn't have time to proof read it... so, like I know there's probably tones of grammar mistakes in it and everything, just ignore it all, h'okay? That Carson/ Lara thing was bad enough... oh, jesus... (--starts blushing again--)

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1. I defintely sure as hell don't... sorry Mamoru baby...