Inulover: hey peoples! Wow, this went down the line fast! Damn! Ok. Ooooh, I only got two reviews.

Hiei: be thankful anyone reads this at all.

Inulover: meanie!! ::pouts:: please review people and a very big thank you to the people that did review. And here are the responses.

Nightshadow131: (lol), I've read fics way more explicit then that myself. What burns me is that they say, "17 or older" for R-rated things but I'M 14 and writing it! Humph. Anyway. I'll post a spiced up version on Adultfanfiction . net eventually. Do you think I should put it on Mediaminer. org too? Ok, back to THIS story. Thank you. And you ask if they had fun? Shall we ask them?

HieiKurama: ::blushes::

Yep I think they did (lol).

Jus Kita: enthusiastic :: smiles:: thank you! Glad it earned 3 "cools" ha-ha, I'll do my best with every weekend but I don't want to make any promises. And question, what does, "Kudasai" mean? I'm not extremely fluent with Japanese.

Inulover: ok guys, onto the story. (I need a new line)

KuramaHiei: yes you do

Inulover: Shut up!

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Hiei and Kurama parted ways at the large red brick wall in the front with the schools name, Meiou High, printed on a white sign in black kanji. The little fire demon flitted off to the park to wait for the end of the school day as Kurama crossed the front grounds and stepped into the large building. He stopped briefly to change into his school shoes before going off to his homeroom.

Quietly the Yoko took his seat in the back of the green room next to the window and just in front of the bulletin board. The rest of the students began to file in and take there seats as the warning bell chimed through the halls. The teacher took his place at the front of the class and began writing things down on the green black board. Kurama sighed and looked at the clock above the board; it was going to be a long day. He would have liked to go directly to spirit world and talk with Koenma about the recent attacks but that was an intangible hope. His mother would be working night shift again and there for would be home all day. This left Kurama no gap in which he could fake sick and sneak off to spirit world. He would just have to wait until school ended to go and check things out, and hope that no attacks would occur during that time period.

It was third period; Kurama looked unenthusiastically out the yellow draped window, watching as a leaf fell from one of the large tree branches. This was pointless, there was no point in him taking botany, he was a freaking fox demon for Gods sake. There were very few plants, in either world, which he didn't know about. There in lay the problem with school, it's not like he disliked it, nor did he enjoy it. It merely became tedious for him after a while.

He placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin in the palm of his hand, absentmindedly twirling his pencil around like a mini baton in between his thumb, middle and index finger. He had finished taking his notes on the anatomy of a rose (like he even needed to in the first place) and was rather bored. A shriek from behind him caught him off guard causing him to start and drop his pencil as he turned around to look at the dirty-blond haired girl behind him. He looked down at her desk to see what she was shrieking about.

The teacher turned around angrily, "Mrs. Tomyoa, care to stop screaming?!"

"But there's a spider on my desk!" She squealed. "I don't care, just smash it and stop interrupting my class!"

"But it's a black widow!"

"Mr. Takahashi! Look behind you!" One of the male students yelled as he stood up, pointing to the green board. The dark haired teacher turned around and let out a startled half gasp half scream as he took in the site of the black widows cover the surface. They crawled back and forth and a few dropped from the ceiling on a single strand of wire-like webbing. A call came over the P.A system telling all students and staff to evacuate the building immediately. The spiders, as it turned out, had been spotted in several other rooms as well.

The class made a mad dash for the door, some of the arachnophobic teens freaking out. Kurama held back, trying to stay at the back of the mob in the hall and backed out of the chaotic mass of students slowly. Once safely out of the crowd, he turned down the opposite way of which the other students were taking. His plan was to sneak out the back way so that no one would be able to spot and question him.

He ran down the light lime-green hallway and took a left, after a few seconds he was able to make out a faint cry. A few more seconds of traveling down the lengthy labyrinth of rooms he was able to make out where it was coming from and he followed it, stopping just outside of the girls' bathroom. Another shriek met his ears and he pushed the swinging door in and looked up. A girl with long black hair tied back in a loose ponytail was perched on top of the divider between the separate stalls. The flimsy metal swayed and rocked slightly under the weight that it was never constructed to hold. "Please help!" She screamed when she spotted Kurama at the entrance.

The Yoko almost took a step in but noticed the floor shift out of the corner of his eye. Inspecting the floor further he realized that the floor was completely painted over with black widows. The titled floor beneath them was not even considered visible under the black mass. Emerald eyes scanned around the room, attempting to find a way to get to the terrified girl. 'There has to be some way... ah-hah,' he spotted a large wooden beam jutting across the ceiling, there was barely enough space to wedge a tiny ivy vine between the gap of the wood and plaster.

The trapped girl screamed and closed her eyes as a few of the spiders ascended towards her. Kurama took the opportunity to grow a thin leafy ivy vine. One end curled around the beam and the other around the slim waist of the fox demon. The vine pulled him up to stand next to the long haired girl. Blue eyes opened just in time to see the last remnants of the greens retracted into the wooden shelter of the beam. Kurama held his hand out to her, "Care to get out of here?" She nodded and grabbed the offered hand. He picked the girl up and, with all the grace of a trapeze artist, walked across the thin stall tops over to the window, the girl clinging to him for dear life. He kicked the window open and jumped out and onto the large oak branch before leaping to a few lower ones then landing on the ground. Once the girl was on the ground, she threw her arms around the red-head, "Thank you, Shuiichi!" Kurama sweatdropped, "It's quiet all right."

"Kathy!" The girl looked up and ran over too her friends, "Where were you?"

"You'll never believe this but Shuiichi Minamino saved me!"

'Just what I need, more publicity,' Kurama thought sarcastically.

"Can't I leave you alone for a few hours without you getting in trouble fox?"

"I do seem to be a magnet for it lately, don't I?" Hiei leaped from the tree branches and landed next to Kurama. Fire-red eyes stared at the fox, "What happened here?"

"The spiders made another assault. This time they attacked school." Kurama turned to look at his fire demon. "I'm going to head to the Reikai and talk to Koenma," the red-head began walking away but stopped for a moment and looked back over his shoulder, "Mind watching the school for me Hiei?"

"I'm no ningens babysitter Kurama!" He snapped, "Onegai?" Kurama gazed at him with his best puppy dog eyes. Hiei gave Kurama a strong glare and if looks could kill the kitsune would have been dead and buried ten times over. Slowly the glare faded under the large puppy dog eyed stare until it was nothing more then a pout. He crossed his arms angrily over his chest and looked away, "Hn, fine." Hiei jumped into the tree again, hiding from view behind the safe camouflage of leaves. "But you owe me for this fox," The disembodied voice rang out, "Arigato, Hiei," Kurama spoke as he ran away.

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"What!" Kurama yelled in disbelief. "I told you Kurama, Yukita still had a sentence to serve," Koenma replied unworriedly, "Yukita is of no harm to anyone while a spirit in the Reikai."

"You must be kidding me," Kurama placed his hand on the right side of his face and sighed irritably, "You know as well as I do that she can be considered almost more destructive as a spirit then she ever was alive if she gets out." He removed his hand, a scowl marring his handsome features.

Kurama didn't know what the hell was wrong with Koenma. Why on earth would he not send Yukita straight to hell? Sentence to serve or not, the situation did not bode well at all. If she broke out once, what made Koenma think that she couldn't do it again? It even made Kurama more certain about the recent attacks, not that he wanted to be right about this at all. If she had escaped, what were they supposed to do? Especially if she started to possess people like most vengeful spirits do. "The cell is protected by various charms and spells. The cell can not be opened from the inside, only the outside. The charms keep her from passing through the bars and walls so don't worry, we've got everything covered."

"What if she had help from the outside? Apparitions have broken in countless times over the years, me included. And the black widows invading Tokyo are too coincidental for my tastes."

"Fine, why don't you look for yourself?" The baby Koenma changed to his teenage form and began striding out of his office, "Follow me."

The red-head glimpsed around the imprisonment area, finding it rather primitive. The setting looked like it was modeled after a medieval dungeon with its walls made from various sizes of large and small stones stuck together with cement. The area stretched out in one enormously long corridor. Kurama wrinkled his nose at the fowl smell of sweat and old blood. The feeling of sharp, menacing and hateful stares clung to Kurama's senses like a second skin.

The only source of light was that of the torches, bright red-yellow-orange flames licking the walls; sending eerie shadows all along the hall and into some of the cells. All of the torches were spaced out evenly between the bare spaces of wall separating the cells. They were held to the wall by small metal holders bolted to the stone.

Kurama averted his gaze from the clawed hands reaching out to him, demons pleading to be let out. Hiei would have thought it shameful if he had been there; the youkai's that couldn't handle the uncertainty of their miserable future. The more prideful of the captives sat quietly in their cells, brilliantly planning their escapes.

The pair stopped their quest nearly halfway down the hall at cell number 179, "There Kurama, you see? Nothing to worry about." Koenma said as he faced Kurama with his hands behind his back, not even bothering to open his eyes to look in. "There is no one in there Koenma," The fox replied in a low growl. "Whhhaaaattt!?" The child ruler screamed and looked at the open cage door flustered-like.

Eight glowing red eyes peered out from a dark corner, an ominous loud hiss emanated from the spot on the ceiling across from them. There was a quick flash of black, green and red in the air right above the rulers head and he fell on his ass as he stared wide eyed. Kurama land gracefully on the opposite side from where he was standing with the rose whip in hand as a bloody spider corpse landed in front of Koenma causing him to scream and back away more. Blood pooled out and around the form.

Kurama snapped his whip back and it obediently coiled up into three large thorny hoops in his right hand.

Kurama looked at the 1 foot tall and 2 feet long spider carcass, taking in the markings on its back, a skull with two snakes going in through the eyes and out of the mouth on its broad back. All marred by the long gory gash covering its back from the rose whip. He knelt down on his left knee and rested his right arm across his right leg, keeping his free hand next to him for balance. He studied the light bronze venom dripping out of the pearly white- 2 ½ in fangs. Another drop of venom fell to land in the ever growing -1inch in circumference sizzling pool of acid-like poison eating through the stone floor.

Emerald eyes narrowed as the fox stood up, walking over to inspect the cell door lock, what was left of it anyway.

"How did she brake out?! My dads gonna kiiiiilll meee!!" Koenma wailed, calling guards to begin a search. "This baby spider demon helped her to escape. Most likely it was one of her offspring. Look at this lock, it has been melted through by its' venom." Koenma stopped his yelling and peered over Kurama's shoulder. The space where the key hole normally was had been burned through and was still sizzling and growing wider. The liquefied metal ran down the bars of the cage like hot melted wax down a candlestick. "I suggest you do a background search on Yukita so we know what all we're dealing with."

"Hmm, I guess I have no choice. Ogre!" The blue troll snapped to attention at Koenma's side. "Look for information about Yukita."

"But sir! That's not fair! Why do I always have to do the research?"

"Don't argue! Just do it!"

Kurama walked away back down the hall leaving the two to their bickering, "You'd best be careful, Yoko."

"What?!" Kurama spun around fast to the cell on his right and glared at the old and blind demon within it. "Be careful, a vengeful spirit is not something to mess with." The raspy old voice rang out.

The demon was sitting Indian style on the cold floor. His skin was pale and sagged slightly under his eyes. Wrinkles adorned his forehead and at the sides of his eyes. His hair was eggshell-white and went down to about mid-thigh so that when he sat it pooled around him like a small white lake. Two elf-like ears poked out of his hair. He wore a yellow Chinese style outfit, similar to what Kurama normally wore in battle himself, except that the old man's outfit lacked any décor. The shoulders of the outfit puffed out like a blow fish and the baggy pants he wore were as white as his hair.

"What are you talking about? And how did you know my true name?" Kurama growled in a menacing voice. "I know all about you... Yoko Kurama." The old man opened his eyes enough to reveal slits of white. "I know your past and I know your future. I may be old but I'm not senile."

"Who are you?" Kurama narrowed his eyes in apprehension, who did this old demon think he was? "My name is Ayama, but you may call me Aya. I am not your enemy so don't look at me like such." Kurama let surprise wash over his face, how did he know? Wasn't he blind? The old man chuckled amusedly, "I'm over 1,000 years old, and I've picked up many tricks and skills in my lifetime young fox. Be sure to remember my name, Kurama. You'll need my help in the future. And I wish you good luck on your search." A smile crept up onto the old mans face, making the wrinkles at the sides of his mouth grow. Kurama smiled back, for some reason no longer feeling that he should be cautious of the old demon. "Thank you, Aya," And Kurama nodded and walked away down the hall.

The kind wrinkled smile faded as Kurama disappeared from view. "Such a kind person that Yoko has become. Alas, his fate could be a sad one." He reached inside the neck of his tunic and pulled out a skillfully handcrafted gold spider on a golden link chain. He held the spider belly down in the middle of his left hand, the small chain dangling to the side. He raised his free hand and placed it in front of him so that his palm was facing the left side of his cell wall. And he began to chant a slow and methodical prayer over the pendent, purifying it. The chant died out and he pulled a metal etching stick out of his pocket and flipped the spider over, nimble and surprisingly steady hands carved a sutra spell on its flat belly. 'I shall help him as much as I am able'.

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Kurama walked down the sidewalk, hands in his pockets keeping an eye out for a certain alleyway. He had changed out of his school uniform and was now wearing an orange pocketed jacket left open to reveal a white shirt, and was wearing a pair of form fitting blue jeans. (A/N: you know, what he wore during the beginning of the "Chapter Black" saga) He came to a stop at a spot between two disserted cement buildings with the windows and doors boarded up. He walked into the alley. About halfway down the alleyway he noticed a large light brown spot on the gray concrete walkway, which he recognized as old wiped away blood. The small pool had obviously sat there too long because it had left a stain. There were still traces of silver webbing covering the walls as he went in further. 'Yusuke and Kuwabara didn't clean up very well,' the red head noted to himself. The smell of death still lingered in the little niche.

Slowly the area began to open up like a funnel allowing Kurama a good look at the large, still fully intact, web dome. He stared at it for a long while. Hiei had told him about it a little, and Yusuke and Kuwabara had kept yakking about it the whole time they were together the day before. He noticed a sliced open hole caused by Hiei's rough entrance and walked in. He was surprised at how it the looked. It was large and spacious, and had a certain feel of standing in the middle about it. Like a hunted circus tent.

The webbing was neatly woven together so that unless you looked right at it you would think it was just one big sheet of bubbled out web. He walked to one side where there were some noticeable web shackles on the wall. He remembered hearing how the humans had been tied up on them. He took a step back and nearly slipped; he looked down and found a slimy blue substance like the inside lining of an egg. Looking around once more he sighed, he didn't know what he was really expecting to accomplish by coming here. Perhaps he just thought the youkai spirit would be hiding here, having no where else to go.

Something suddenly slammed him in the back and it felt like he had just been thrown into a wall. He gasped as the air was completely knocked out of him and his upper back arched against the blow. His eyes mixed with a black cloud as he fell forward and landed on his stomach. A sharp pain jolted through his head. He took in shallow gulps of air and he slowly began to black out. An eerie feminine voice sang through his mind. The last thing he heard before losing consciousness was, "This body shall serve me nicely my little pet." And with that his eyes closed.

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Inulover: First cliffhanger of the story! How'd ya like it? Remember people I want reviews. Flames, praise, critiques, anything. I will take any form of recognition.

Kurama: in other words she's desperate

Hiei: Yep

Inulover: Why are you two so mean to me this time?! ::crys::

KuramaHiei: ::sweat-drop::

Kurama: well please remember to review. See you next time.

Inulover: ::Still crying::

Hiei: Shut UP! you damn ningen!!