Catse: Here you guys go! The next update! I bet you already know what's going to happen next, but anways...Oh, and about Dance of Swords #3. Since it seemed that everyone of you wanted to read it, I've decided to write it. I have an exact summary for it and everything, and it will be the most hard to write story of them all because it involves a lot of different cultures and things. My brother didn't really like the story line, but the way I see it, it's perfect for the last story. Okay, here's how it goes. At he beginning of the story, Kenya gets killed. He's another one that wasn't supposed to die at the time, but his is different from Yusuke and Seika. In fact, he was supposed to be already dead. Anyways, because of this, Koenma explains that he and his father cannot revive him, but there is a strange puzzle in the world that can. It's called the puzzle of life and there are only twelve peices to it. Seems easy right?

Wrong. In fact, the twelve peices have been spread all over the world, and the group has to find them in order to return Kenya to life. But, of course you know it's not going to be that easy. The only ones that know the locations are the Spirit Detectives of those countries, and even then, they group has to travel to a certain city in each and become friends with each detective in order to get the peice there. They'll meet a lot of interesting people. And as if that wasn't enough, they have to get the peices in under thirty days, otherwise their chance at bringing Kenya back to life won't reappear for another fifty years! It's going to be a major humor and adventure type story, with only a few slight romances. Oh, and there's another twist to that story! What happens when Satou and Tsuki go along, both six years older than this story, and one of them has a camera? Should be interesting what kinds of pictures they manage to take...Well, anyways, I gather it should be on to the story right? Sorry to keep your time, and enjoy!

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Disclaimer: See chapter one....

0000000000000000000000"I see." Hiei mumbled a moment later, reading the letter a few times over. "I found a letter similar to this in this very house, almost twenty years ago."

"Really, how so?" Kenya inquired, as his father handed him his sword once more.

"There was blood on a corner. A demon's smell is extremely accurate and she apparently knew I would find it and give it to Suta."

"Oh. Well this one didn't have blood. How did she know I would find it?"

"A demon's venom leaves abilities." They heard a voice say at the door. Kurama was standing before them, sliding the rice paper door closed behind him. "Considering he was a spider of unbelievable strength, it only makes sense that with as much venom as he left in your body, there should be a slight change in your abilities, if even the slightest."

"But then, how would I have—?"

"He means that the spider most likely increased your eyesight. That is why Hinote made sure to make the boards in your room a slightly different color, so that only excellent eyes sight could detect it. But I do not agree with the letter." Hiei added, glaring at the paper in his hand. "She insists you and your friends are the only ones with the power. That is not so. We are the original detective force of the present. We handle cases with this much technicality all of the time. This will be no different." Hiei thrust the letter to the side, standing up with his sword. "But in any case, practice with that sword and master it. There may be a chance she is right, and you and your friends must fight. Now go."

Kenya nodded and walked from the room.

When he was gone, Kurama smiled. "You know just as well as I do that we are not what we used to be Hiei." Kurama muttered, so the people outside of the room couldn't hear. "And your son has already matched your speed, strength, stamina, and ability at the present moment, even though he is young."

"Yes I do. But I also know that sending them into the field too early is not a wise idea. They're just kids afterall. They've never seen blood. They don't know the pain or destruction that exhists in the job of detective. They only see it as a way of travel and excitement."

Kurama nodded in agreement. "Yes. But they will only gain wisdom with experience. Wisdom we seem to think they will never possess. If we want skill in a tight situation, we must submit them to it."

"I know." Hiei agreed, pulling his sword from his sheath to continue practice. "But I would rather they have an easier case to start with, and work their way to the top, same as we did. It helps them gain that experience you're so fond of."

Kurama smiled at his friends rudeness, already used to Hiei's snide remarks and ill care for politeness. "Yes well. We shall see how this case goes. Hinote may be right. Perhaps they are the only ones to fight. Perhaps Lord Rioko only gets his power from children, and when at loss of the power, he could be a mere weakling. We only know that as of the moment, he must be destroyed, at any possible cost. I will see you in a couple of days with my seeds for the case. Goodnight Hiei."

"Hn." Hiei remarked as he continued his training.

Kurama left, a shallow smile on his face.

Kenya woke with a groan the next morning. Another school day. He couldn't really even remember the last day he went to school. Fact of the matter was, he and his friends hadn't gone in a while, training when they could to prepare for the mission. But now that the mission was supposedly blown off, now he had to return to the dull life of the human race: school, homework, sleep.

He poked Seika awake with his toes, and then stood as the other boy squinted his eyes to the bedroom light Kenya had turned on, and then greeted Niko with a mild groan of his own.

Kenya persisted to get dressed, make sure Satou was awake, and then go downstairs to great his mother breifly.

After a few training exercises with his new sword, and some breakfast, he and the group left.

But he was still tired, even as they walked to school, meeting Katai on the way there. They couldn't pick of Tsuki because she was no longer capable to going to school.

The night before Kenya had been training, trying to releave his anger and stress at having lost the case and at having been a terrible leader for his team. He vowed, that later, on their next case, he would work harder, be a better leader for everyone, and make his father extremely proud of him.

But no matter how hard he trained, he couldn't forget the words of his grandmother's letter.

'He will stop at nothing to kill everything in the world, starting with the first line of defense. You are that first line of defense. Lord Rioko can only use children as power, therefore, only children can beat him.'

She was right in many ways, but his problem was that he didn't have the courage to take his case back.

After all, his father was menacing, and he was not about to fight him to the death for a case he would probably get later considering how Hinote had pointed towards only children beating the powerful monster.

They dropped of Satou and finished their walk to school.

When they arrived there, the three of them had to report to the office to hand in the letters they had received from the parents. Not a one of them talked, all silent from the happenings of before. Kenya had figured with how they long they hinted at him sleeping, the two would have returned to school. But he figured, with them, they would find any excuse to miss school. Anything possible.

They endured a few classes, and in art they were stuck with even more drawings of what they wanted to draw.

Katai picked up her pencil and tapped her paper, but she wasn't able to draw anything.

Kenya sat for a while, trying to come up with something to draw, anything in fact, as he heard the silent scratching of Seika's pencil to his sketchbook.

About the end of class, Kenya finally decided on drawing what he liked to call his "Leadership Emblem" with the two swords he now had in a cross in front, and a ring of what looked like gold to show the officialness.

Katai had also started drawing, only hers was another incoherent stick figure they couldn't identify.

Seika however, had drawn something truly interesting.

It was a lake or river of some sort, with a bridge over the top that had a part of it's fence torn. Sitting out of the water was the tail end of a car.

"What is that?" Kenya inquired, eyeing the work of pencil on paper.

"I'm not sure. It just came to mind. But I think it's a remake of when I died."

The teacher stopped and stared at Seika, her curiosity at his last statement evident.

Kenya noticed this instantly, and waved it away as a figure of speech used for when the teens left their old homes for new ones.

The teacher shrugged and walked to the edge of the room as Kenya continued to stare at the picture.

A few classes later was lunch, in which the three walked to it with relief.

They bought their lunches and sat together under a tree, the three still unusually quiet.

Finally, Seika spoke.

"Guys. I've got something to say."

The other two stared at him, waiting for a response.

It never came.

"What? Say it already!" Katai shouted, thoroughly agitated.

Seika flinched visibly and gazed at the ground, his hands fisting up into his pants. "I—I—…"

"Just out with it!"

"I—"

"That's it!" Katai's fist swung up from her side and hit him straight into the jaw, sending him flying a couple of feet away. The people at the school noticed this, but kept a wary eye on the three incase some entertainment was to be played.

"What the hell?! What did you do that for?!"

"Just wake up will yah! It ain't like you to stutter!" She snarled, very uneasy.

Kenya could tell she was still ticked about the loss of the case.

Seika rubbed his cheek and sat up, glaring.

Finally, he shrugged with a nod.

"I finally know how I died."

The other two were silent, waiting for his reply.

When it didn't come, Katai began to become agitated again. "And? Don't tell me you just figured out that you were in a car when you crashed?!"

"No. Not that. Look, it's hard for me to explain, so give me a minute to work it all out so you can understand. I didn't believe it myself at first when Shadow told me."

"Shadow told you?" Kenya inquired, staring at his friend.

Seika nodded solemnly. "Yeah. I finally asked him and managed to get it out of him after a while. After all, he watched it happen."

"So what happened?" Katai urged, agitation still in her stature as she waited.

Seika sighed a moment, and explained. "You see, my entire life I never had parents. I mean, I think I knew them when I was two, but then my mom dumped me out into the street and left with some guy. I don't even remember what she looks like. Anyways, someone found me and turned me into an orphanage in the area and I lived there until I was six. Then I left with a friend of mine and began wandering the streets, learning what I could from the people around me. I learned my street smarts from people that had lived the streets their entire lives. I learned to pick pockets, read emotions, get into places I would usually never dream of. I began stealing from larger places, like convenient stores and stuff, but I got caught and sent back to the orphanage when I was ten. Then I was adopted by a nice pair of people, but because of my life on the streets, living with them was too dull. I didn't like the rules and manners of that life much, so I left. I tried stealing again, and a few months later, I got caught again, but this time, that family didn't want me back. I stayed at the orphanage for the next three years, until they could no longer keep me there. They decided it was best to send me to an actual children's home until they could find a parent that wanted me. I cussed a lot, was rude, stole, destroyed. That was my life. But I didn't want to go to a children's home. That life was still far too dull for me. So I put a plan together. I only had one driver, and I made sure to act behaved and nice so they wouldn't stick me in a car with a barred back seat. I wanted to get out of the car, not get trapped in it. As the man in front drove me to the new home, I jumped up at him and tried to stear the car to the side of the road, planning to knock him out and run. What I didn't realize is that we were coming up to a bridge when I did that…and…we…fell in. I made sure to get the guy out of the car first, in which he quickly floated to the top and swam back down to try to get me out. But my shirt caught on something, and I fought to get it off, just as the car finished it's treck to the bottom of the river. I…I died then."

"So you caused the accident?" Katai wondered outloud, but made sure to keep quiet so that no other onlooker could hear her. "And I thought Shadow had tipped your car over to kill you."

"Yeah well. That's why I was causing havoc in town. I felt that, since I was a ghost that was still roaming the streets, perhaps spirit world didn't want me either. So I decided to make it hell for everyone else because of my misfortune. Then you guys came and caught me."

"You say you caused trouble. But we never saw it." Kenya reasoned, staring at his friend. Seika nodded.

"Yeah, you're correct. I didn't cause you trouble because I didn't need to. You people were interesting enough to keep me behaved. I mean, it's not everyday you meet the junior detectives of the detective force of Japan. Besides, Tsuki caught my attention when she managed to capture me."

"I'm still not sure how she did that." Came Katai, smiling. "I think she and Kuwabara had it all planned. He made sure she came with us because he knew she would see you and catch you. I didn't expect how you managed to make a deal with her."

"Actually, she started the deal. Cause she was four, I just decided to humor her a bit."

"Yet she caught you off guard and in her net. Clever actually." Kenya replied, smiling.

They were quiet for a while, before Kenya started to speak up again.

"Hey guys, I've got a proposition that I've been turning around in my head."

"Yeah, what's that?" Katai inquired, glaring at a butterfly she thought was too close for comfort for some reason.

"I was thinking about how we lost the case, because everyone thinks we're too young and inexperienced."

"Yeah, and?" Came Seika. They knew where Kenya was heading, they just wanted to hear it from his own mouth.

Kenya keeped going with his introduction. "And I also thought about how Yusuke managed with his cases. He usually didn't listen to a word spirit world told him unless it was a fight."

They were silent, as Kenya listened to the sounds around him.

There were people laughing, most of them older kids that were having a good time in a world they thought was protected. None of them suspected the danger that was working to be wrought on the world.

'Tool master: Protector of the Innocent'

'I am the toolmaster, and I will do my best to protect the innocent.'

"They way I figure it—"

"Just get to the point." A voice said from behind the tree they were sitting under. The three flinched visibly as the fourth member of their group walked in and smiled.

"Haku…? But…How…?"

"I finished college yesterday." He stated. "So I figured I would visit the school and see what you were up to. Please finish what you were saying Kenya."

Kenya nodded, glad that the entire team was together. "Okay then. The way I figure it, it's our goddamn case, and we're going to finish it."

They all cheered, and then settled together with the last few minutes that was left spare to them, so as to come up with a plan that would work.

After all, their parents were supposed to leave for work tomorrow morning.

They were going to leave….tonight.

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Catse: Okay, there you go people! For those of you that are wondering what happend to Arune and Yoru, don't worry, they'll reappear. In fact, they come back in another couple of chapters from now if I'm correct. There's still some information that I have yet to reveal, but will soon! Well, got to go! Please review because I would love to hear you're responses, and until next update, Ja Ne for now!