Spirit Magic

Author's note: In this chapter, the italics are when someone's voice is used over a speaker. Like you listening to someone speak to you on the phone. I did it to show that he voice quality is not as good as if the person was right there talking.

WARNING: This story takes place in Harry's sixth year, which means there are spoilers to the fifth book!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter.

Part Eighteen: Contacting Koenma.

Kurama watched as Ron and Hermione took off after Harry, before he slipped out of bed. As much as Kurama would have liked to go after Harry like his other two friends, he didn't feel like it would be the best thing to do. First, it was an issue that needed to be resolved with his old friends, but mostly, at the moment, Kurama really didn't have the energy to chase after the upset boy. But at least with the new turn of events, Kurama was finally going to be alone long enough to handle something that he should have done a few days ago.

Moving slowly, so that he wont over exert himself, Kurama made his way toward his trunk. After shifting through all of his items, Kurama finally found what he was looking for. Moving back to his bed, Kurama closed his curtains, before he pulled out the small communicator that Koenma had given him.

"Koenma here," Koenma's said, his small toddler looking face said as he suddenly appeared in the round screen. "Kurama?" the young lord exclaimed when he suddenly realized who was calling.

"Lord Koenma," Kurama said in greeting.

"Is something wrong?" Koenma demanded looking around nervously. Before he turned back to Kurama and carefully studied him. Kurama's normally tan skin was deathly white, and his green eyes were dimmed in exhaustion. His normally tidy appearance was disheveled, and smudges of dirt could be seen on his dark robes.

"Lord Koenma, I need you to send the rest of the team on this mission," Kurama stated.

"Send the rest of them, are you crazy, that will totally destroy the mission," the distraught toddler yelled before his expression turned to that of authority. "I will not send the others unless you give me a very good reason why my wonderful plan wont work," Koenma stated in what was an obvious challenge. The young lord took pride in being correct in his assumptions, and wouldn't admit to being wrong unless it was to his benefit only.

"Lord Koenma, I'm suffering major difficulties. First my mom because a teacher here, and then an old girlfriend shows up, as well as my sister, all of the ghosts at this school are afraid of me, and the teachers and students are suspicious of me, but the worst thing is I have reason to believe that Voldemort is being controlled by…" Kurama was interrupted from his ramblings by the stern look that Koenma was giving him. The toddler had cleared his throat halfway through Kurama's speech, and was clearly upset that Kurama hadn't stopped right away.

"As amusing as your life sounds right now, I don't have time to listen to your complaining. Botan is on her way here, and she will kill me if she sees me talking with you. So I'm going to have to end this conversation. I expect that next time you call me, you will have received Sirius Black's body, and not waste my time again with your whining," Koenma stated before the screen went blank.

Kurama stared at the communicator in shock. He hadn't expected Koenma to say such things to him. Maybe Yusuke or Kuwabara, but never to him. True he had sounded sort of childish complaining about everything that was going on, but the least Koenma could have done was let him finish. The part about Voldemort being controlled by a demon was very important information. Especially considering who the suspected demon was.

Kurama shuddered again at the memory of what had happened between him and Meì kuí . At first he had been torn between his lingering feelings for the women, and his need to end it all before it got out of hand, but then something changed. It was most obvious in her eyes, and then the gestures that followed. But the thing that really gave it away was what she had whispered in his ear.


"I miss your other hair style better…"

The only other hair style that Meì kuí had ever seen him in was in his Youko form. But she had talked about his naturally red human hair. Her hands had played with his short black hair in a way that made Kurama shudder in fear and disgust, and her hands just hovered around his neck in a way that only one other person had ever done. Everything about her was wrong. The lust, the hate, and her inability to sense the two children that were hiding just a few feet away. It wasn't Meì kuí , she may have been reckless at times, and hated him now, but never had she been driven by such sadistic lust. There was only one demon that Kurama could name that matched the madness of that afternoon…

Karasu.

TBC.

Author's endnote: So sorry about how short this chapter is, but at least you know for sure who the "dead" fighter is for those of you who haven't figured it out yet. So what do you think? I personally think that Koenma is letting his ego block his better judgment, but that is just me. Please review. ^_^