Catse: Here's that next chapter I told you about. Be prepared because it's long. I kind of like it though. I also tried to upload the sketch I did of the kids, unfortuntately, mediaminer wouldn't let me for some reason. So if you really want to see the picture, give me your e-mail and I'll send it to you. Thanks. I also want to think the reviewers that have reviewed Dance of Swords: Sequal so far:

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Thanks again for reviewing! This is a little long, so please enjoy chapter numbah eight.

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Disclaimer: See chapter one....

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Kenya sighed as he performed his new schedule.

Usually in a day, he would get up about sunrise, train in the dojo about an hour, talk with his parents, and then leave to do something outside, like check out the park or spy on some one for a while, just some guy he didn't know, to keep his skills sharp. School however screwed up that schedule completely.

Now he had to wake up two hours before dawn if he wanted to train and be prepared for school before he had to leave for it. When that was finished, he had to grab a quick breakfast and maybe a cup of coffee before he was out the door, Satou leaving with him. Of course, him being the big brother and she being the new Kindergarten student, he had to walk her to school everyday before even thinking about heading to his school.

And considering he missed school yesterday for the Spirit Detective mission, meant he was going to have a bit of trouble with the teacher's. Plus, they had Seika signed up at the school as well, so he had to lead him there and show him the classes.

He left from his house about 6:40, or some where around that time, Satou talking enthusiastically about how much she loved school, and Seika joking about the last time he went to school.

Then, a good twenty minutes later, they walked past Kuwabara's home, and Kuwabara, being in a hurry to get off to his job as Security Guard at some ware house, asked Kenya if he would take Tsuki to school as well. Apparently, she had just been enrolled in Pre-Kinder (Satou didn't need it because she knew everything from Pre-K and more thanks to big bro) and her father was having a bit of trouble taking her there himself.

Kenya agreed and walked with her clinging tightly to his pants as usual, returning the conversation with his little sister.

Then, a good ten minutes before they got to the Elementary, Katai joined up with them, chatting about some event she was hoping to perform at school today, to a perfectly miserable Kenya.

Then, surprisingly in fact, about five minutes before reaching the elementary, Haku showed up, adjusting his glasses with a frown on his face, admitting that he had a speech to give at Kenya's school, something on Biology and trying to make it "simpler" for the other students to understand.

So now it was Kenya, Satou, Tsuki, Seika, Katai, and Haku walking together in a multi-aged gang, him losing his patience with the multitude of voices coming his way.

And it became the same ritual every morning, for a long while.

In fact, he got around to drowning everyone out all together, only to get a short peace of mind, in which he could review the latest events and try to solve the newest problems that were occuring around the world and his home.

Yoru had again returned home, yelling about no one caring for her, before locking herself in her room and mumbling something about rituals when their mother asked her to go to school.

Kenya had a feeling...a slight feeling...that if Yoru kept up with her usual attitude, it would be either his mother the sword dancing master, or his father the jack of all fighting trades that would pop, and either way, Yoru would regret the way she had acted.

His mother, although sweet and understanding most of the time, demanded a home of order, in which she would only take so much disruption. She would let you act a certain way for so long, allowing you time to try to figure out your own mistakes, before she blew up on you and punished you or told you off. And mother had some pretty colorful words when it came to Yoru. Of course she usually asked Satou to the leave the room politely, and then she burst out with the cusses and swears. Kenya sometimes wondered where she learned her vocabulary from. Then there was Dad...

He also demanded a sort of order. All of his children were to respect him, no matter what, and disrespect was punished with the usual treatment. They all hated it...

They would have to stand on one foot, on the top of a pole, and stay that way until their apologies actually sounded truthful, in both their voice and their minds. Father knew how to tell a lie from the truth, and only when you admitted you had done wrong, did he let you come down from that pole.

Of course, that was in the back yard, and a few people wandering by would point and wonder what the children were doing up on the pole, balancing like martial artists working to master a move. Some giggled.

It was the way things went.

Kenya sighed again.

They finally made it to Satou and Tsuki's school, and dropped them off, leaving towards their own highschool now that they were alone.

"So Kenya, hows about we run down the hallways screaming fire today?" Katai inquired, grinning mischeviously.

"I already told you Katai. I don't do that kind of thing."

"Hey! Ken! What a great idea! Let's do that! The two of us! Come on it will be great!" Seika interrupted, wrapping his arms around her shoulders playfully.

She smiled sweetly, the kind of smile that was sour and disturbing at the same time.

Then, with out warning, she right hooked him in the jaw, sending him flying backward with a force unusual for a young girl such as her.

"Jerk! I don't want to do it with you! I want to do it with Kenya! Right Kenya!"

Kenya choked on his own tongue.

'What did she just say?'

"Damn! Katai! You're quite the open girl aren't you? I didn't know you were "that" kind of chick! Man Kenya! You should be glad! To have a girl want to do "that" with you. How lucky!" Seika laughed, jogging up to them.

It took Katai a full minute to register what he was talking about, and when she did, she was furious, chasing him up and down the sidewalk, the smoke from their speedy running catching to the senses of the people walking by, who began to cough or stare at the two chasing each other, like a pirana to its meal.

"Come back here you jerk!"

"Come on Ken! Can't you run faster than that?"

"Why you?! My name ain't Ken! It's Katai you bastard!"

Kenya and Haku stopped for a moment to watch the two running around crazily in the street, unafraid of the cars that were trying to pass by.

"Ten bucks says one of them gets hit by a car." Kenya said mischeviously.

"I don't bet." Haku returned. "But if I did take that bet, I would certainly lose. One of them is bound to get hit. I just hope it's the whiny girl. She is quite annoying."

"No kidding Sherlock. How long it take you to figure that out?" Kenya asked sarcastically, watching the eight year old walk away from him with out a care if he was being followed or not.

"Faster than it took you."

"Jeeze...no sense of humor. Hey! Wait up! I don't want to be around when one of them gets hit!" Kenya shouted, chasing after the red headed boy.

Haku didn't seem to hear him, continually walking ahead.

"Hey! Don't forget us!" Seika shouted, chasing after Kenya.

"He means me! Don't forget me! Forget him! Hey Kenya! Wait up will yah! Kenya be nice!" Katai replied, leaping in front of Seika.

"I think he is being nice. After all, he's still allowing you to see him as he walks away." He returned, chasing after Katai.

"Oh shut up you idiot! Kenya! Please wait up! I won't forgive you!"

"Idiot? You're the one asking a guy to wait up for you. And you call me an idiot. Jeeze, at least I know when to quit shouting." Seika argued, smiling mischeviously as he dodged a kick to his abdomen. "Hahahah! Missed!"

They fought continuously until they reached the school, in which Kenya showed his new friend all of his classes, and was surprised to find that he had him for Gym, and for his second class of the day, Art, another one he had Katai for as well.

'Wonderful...I have the two children...' Kenya thought to himself sarcastically. 'Guess I got to get used to being a babysitter.'

Kenya sighed as he apologized to their teacher for their being absent the day before, and she happily forgave them. She was an easy going teacher.

Today they were given the time to draw anything they wanted, just any subject they liked, so she could get a basis of their skills. Kenya drew the Twin Dragon Fangs, and his father's Flaming Sword. He tried to put as much detail as he could into it, shading the hilts in a way to give them a reflective appearance, and the blades to look like mirrors. Both Katai and Seika sat at his table as well, each of them drawing something or other to pass the time.

Katai smiled and presented her picture, a portrait of stick people she had named off as family.

In the simple drawing, she and her father had their right hands up, the peace sign shown, with Hiei, Kuwabara, Kurama, Tsuki, and Satou all glaring up at them from their tiny chibbified forms. She drew Yoru with a sword jabbed into her chest, and Haku with a dagger sticking out of his head. Seika she drew all beaten up, including a broken arm, and a black eye. Kenya, to his displeasure, was drawn with a hand around Katai's shoulders, smiling.

He grimaced at the thought of being so close as to hug her like that.

He wasn't even into girls yet!

"That looks like something someone in Kindergarten would draw." Seika acknowledged, staring at the picture with a mischevious interest.

"I'm not in Kindergarten!" she shouted at him, reaching to slap his face.

He dodged just in time, only to come back and snatch the paper from her hand. "Well you look like it! Who's that? It looks like a cow."

"It is not!"

"Well then who is it? I'd like to know who I'm affending." Seika hid his smile. He knew who it was, he just wanted to tick her off.

"It's me you pigheaded jerk!"

"Oh...I thought I was affending someone important. No problem then." He supported his head on his palm, sketching on his own drawing, not even moving when Katai slapped him on the back with agitation.

"What did you draw?" Kenya asked, glancing at the opposite end of the table, where Seika's drawing was.

"Oh this. It's nothing special. Just a sketch I thought up. You can take a look if you want." Seika turned the picture around and slid it to Kenya as Katai drew a few more bruises and broken limbs on the Seika in her picture.

Kenya could not contain his surprise.

The "sketch" as Seika called it, could have been a natural piece of art, something one would hang and admire in the art museum.

It was a dark piece, with pencil shadings covering the entire paper, and close up it looked like a mess, yet far off it showed the figure of a lone warrior, a pair of swords on his back. His body was shrouded in a black cloak of a jacket, the collars high and surrounding the face, the wind blowing the fabric and the dark glossy hair so gently, almost as if it were a slow ballet dance. The persons eyes were red, done in red ink Seika had managed to find on one of the desks, and his hands were stuffed in his jacket pockets, his boots army and clipped with iron clasps. The figure stood over a cliff, and below in amazing detail, was the image of a forest, partially one fire, animals running from the inside. The sky was dark with rain clouds, and with the use of pencil, Seika had shaded ever so lightly, the image of a lightning bolt, leaping form a cloud in the far corner.

"Wow..." Kenya mumbled, overlooking the picture. He would be lucky if he could ever draw like this.

"You like it?" Seika inquired, chewing on the end of his sketch pencil, as he leaned on his arms over the desk.

"Yeah...this...This is incredible. How did you learn to draw like this?"

"Streets. You meet a lot of interesting people there. Met an artist who showed me some tips, and from then on, whatever spare time I had, I drew, trying to make things as realistic as possible. It's not a special talent but I think it helps to pass the time during boredome." Seika answered, sitting up as Kenya scooted the picture back to him.

"Wait! I want to see!" Katai shouted, snatching the sketch from the table.

She glanced at it, then at her own picture, then at the sketch again, apparently analyzing both of them seriously.

Then she set Seika's on the table, picked up her own, and in a rage crumpled it and tossed it behind her, growling as she slid the picture towards Seika. The paper hit another student behind the head, causing him to turn in curiosity towards the fuming Katai.

He stared at her a moment, then shrugged and then turned back around.

"That really sucked! Okay, new sheet of paper!" She snatched another white sheet and a box of crayons and set to work, trying her best to make out something similar at least to the brilliant sketch Seika had drawn.

By the end of the period, she had crumpled and tossed six papers, each of them strangely hitting the same kid in the back of the head, in which he ended up switching to another side of his art table in order to keep from getting hit again.

Her art wasn't improving, and by the time the period had finished, she had a weird picasso like drawing, eyes in places that didn't look right, and a nose far too big even for the paper.

"What?! It's a start!" She shouted after Seika began laughing at the drawing.

"Who you drawing? Yourself?"

"No. It's you egg-head!" She returned, smacking him behind the head as she picked up her backpack.

Kenya sighed and walked ahead of them, trying to stay out of argument distance. As it was, he had them for the next class, Gym.

Of course, same as last time, he and Katai had finished everything before everyone else, being as fit as they were, and were given the time to wrestle or fight or whatever they called it.

Last time it was supposed to be wrestling: it turned into a martial-arts- anything-goes-match.

Seika, although strong for his age, wasn't as well trained as they were, so it took him longer to complete his run and exersizes.

When he was finished however, he came and sat with the others that had finished, watching the make shift arena that they had made in the middle of the large track, a few jumpropes framing the square for the arena.

The coach yelled out the signal and the two began, warming up at first with a few light punches and kicks, along with a few dodges and taunts.

Then the battle intensified, as the two of them began to hit for real, knocking each other around as if they were fighting someone weaker than themselves.

Seika sat, wide eyed for the entire match, and even more surprised when the match reached it's climax. It was a good two minutes before they had to shower, and both Kenya and Katai were dripping with sweat, a little sluggish due to their exhaustion.

"I'm gonna beat you fair and square Mr. I'm-a-mature-twelve-year-old." Katai taunted, flexing her hands and smiling as the knuckles popped like packing peanuts.

"You know that underestimating is the worst thing you can do in a match. It doesn't matter who you're beating in." Kenya replied, leaning back only slightly to relax his muscles a tad.

"Yeah. Well today I'm gonna prove you wrong. Everybody seems to think you're a tough kid, as tough as they come. Well you know something, you can't best the daughter of Yusuke Urameshi!" Katai leapt up into the air and threw a series of flying kicks, aiming for Kenya's head.

Fortunately for the twelve year old kid, he had his father's speed and accuracy, so he was out of the way before she could even deliver a kick.

"Sit still!" She shouted, chasing him around the arena, punching and nearly tripping out of the square herself.

"Why?" Kenya taunted, leaping out of her way again. "Wouldn't I be going easy on you?"

Katai growled low in her throat and began a sort of rampage, punching at everything in sight.

She nearly hit the coach a couple of times, and, considering the craziness of her actions, Kenya figured he would have to finish the battle before she caused anyone some "real" harm.

He let her follow him a moment, before vanishing from her sight and appearing behind her, knowing fairly well what she would do.

According to plan, she spun on him and punched at the spot he once was, and again, he slipped behind her.

She again spun on him, and this time, he dropped down to the floor, watching as she percieved he was on the other side, considering she could barely catch his moves.

He jumped up behind her and kicked at her back, but amazingly, she spun on him and snatched his gym shoe in thin air, causing him to land precariously on one foot.

Good thing he had a good sense of balance.

Thank mother and father for that.

"So you thought that would trick me? Now who's underestimating who you jerk!" Katai laughed, squeezing her tight hold on his heel.

He winced slightly, but smiled back all the same.

"You still are!" He kicked her hard in the stomach, sending her flying out of the arena and a good ten feet through the grass around it, leaving her on her back and in a daze, a small trench left behind in her wake.

The coach stared at the ground, amazed at the amount of strength and endurance his students had.

Seika had the exact same face, a mix of shock, pride, and curiousity.

Kenya stepped out of the arena, walking over to the dazed Katai, only to pull her up onto her feet and wake her up with a few slaps in the cheeks.

"Don't fall asleep. Who know's what people will try to write on your face while you're still at school. Good match though." Kenya mumbled, snatching a towel from the coach as he and Seika trekked to the locker room.

"That was incredible!" Seika marveled as Kenya wiped off the water from the shower he had just finished. "I didn't think you two were that well trained. How did you two do that?"

"Do what?" Kenya asked, sniffing a deodorant he found in his locker to see if he wanted to wear it or not.

"That martial arts stuff! I thought that was the coolest! Who taught you?"

"Yusuke taught Katai, considering he is her father." Kenya explained, shrugging and spraying the deodorant on anyway. "And my mother and father taught me and my two sisters sword mastery, martial arts, and control of our spirit energy."

"Your parents taught you?"

"Yeah."

"How'd they know?" Seika inquired, pulling a clean shirt over his bare chest.

"Mom mastered a technique her mother passed down to her, and dad...well dad had to learn to survive, so he mastered a ton of stuff on his own, including many of the common sword techniques of demon world."

"Demon world? What was your dad doing in Demon world?" Seika had already received the explanation of the worlds from Koenma and Botan, considering he was going to be an addition to the new Spirit Detective team of the future, so he needed to know the basics at least.

"Dad's a full blooded koorime. A youkai. And mom's half cat youkai, making me three fourths youkai, and one fourth ningen. Same goes for my sisters."

"Wow! No wonder you're so fit. I wish I had demonic parents."

"Where are your parents?" Kenya asked, tying his shoes.

"Hell if I know." Seika replied dryly, slamming his locker shut. "They left me on the doorsteps of an orphanage with out a single clue to their identity on me. They didn't want me, and so I don't want them."

"Orphanage? So you never knew your parents?"

"Nope. Never really needed um actually. I lived off the streets once I ran away from the orphanage. Tons of people there to learn from, just can't trust many of them. Most of them will screw you over for every bit you got just to buy themselves their commodities. Most of them guys are drug addicts, so high they think their flying most of the time."

"Harsh." Kenya replied, standing up with a stretch. He kicked the ground a couple of times to ensure his tennis were on alright, and then he and Seika left the gym, fully clothed.

Katai was waiting for them outside, leaning up against he wall with her hands behind her head comfortably.

"You guys certainly took long enough. And I thought girls spent a long time chatting." She said, agitation evident in her voice.

"You sound ticked." Seika acknowledged, picking up his back pack in preperation for the bell.

"NO DUH SHERLOCK!"

(Chichiri: Not no duh! No dah! Get it right!!!!! This is the second time I have to tell you no dah!"

"Calm down man. I didn't mean to affend you or anything. Man your one physco chick." Seika told her as sweetly as possible, waving his hands before him.

"Don't you call me chick!"

"Katai. Shut your piehole." Kenya murmured, walking past her.

"I want a rematch you jerk!" She shouted, balling her hands into fists. "I'll beat your ass tomorrow!"

"I'm sure you'd love to beat his ass. You are a girl after all." Seika commented, walking past her.

Katai thought about that for a minute, before chasing after him, swinging her back pack around like a dangerous weapon, and considering it was filled with books, it was indeed dangerous.

Seika ran past Kenya, a worried smile on his face.

"Better run koorime! She's gonna hit you if you don't get going."

Kenya took only a moment to turn around and see the fuming, stomping, bull-like girl racing towards him, that back pack of hers swinging around her, giving her the form of a spin top.

He gulped, and started racing away to catch up to Seika, who by now had already cleared the yard and ducked into the double doors of one of the school hallways.

"Ack! She is ticked!" Kenya shouted, catching up to Seika.

"Told yah! She must not take losing well!"

"Apparently not!"

Both turned at the same time to see Katai still chasing them, only now she had her back pack where it belonged: on her back.

"Get back here you jerks!" She continued to shout as the bell rang, and the duo dodged students and teachers, looking for anyway they could escape the rampage that chased them.

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Catse: There you go. Long enough? I thought it was sort of cute. I also wanted to set up a poll. From this story, who is your favorite kid? Tsuki, Kenya, Katai, Seika, Satou, Yoru, or Haku? I'd like to know! I'll put the results up a few chapters from now, once I have all the votes. After all, some of you may want to read a little more on each character. Oh well, thinks for reading so please review! Ja Ne for now!