A/N: It was a good guess, but no Lorin does not have a Jagan. Sorry this took so long. For whatever reason, two of the three computers in my house won't let me bring up my Hiei chapters to work on and the last one that does let me has the internet on it, so everyone wants to be on it.

It still didn't look any different. She turned her head back and forth to study her reflection. Her face, eyes, hair, ears, fingers, toes, hands, feet. It all still looked the same. Nothing had changed... except for the loss of her reiki. Koenma had said to expect that. Her body was trying to figure out what she had done to it. That might take a while. She had done a lot to it... at least that's if what she had wanted had actually happened. Sure she was tired and sometimes there was a lot of pain, but she still couldn't see any difference.

Lorin remembered that she had told the surgeon to make her look as close to her old form as possible, but she never thought he would make there be no changes. Nothing, she looked exactly the same. Sighing as she picked up a hairbrush, she began to pull her hair back for school. Her parents thought she had been sick, but they didn't understand what she was really going through.

Pain lanced across her hand and up her arm, starting large muscle spasms. Dropping the brush and falling off her chair in surprise, Lorin bit her lip to muffle the cries of pain. K'so. K'so. It hurt so much. Koenma had said the pain would stop, but it didn't. It would simmer in the back of her mind, waiting until she least expected it to strike with new venom.

She lay perfectly still as the pain started to fade. It was all she could do. Any attempt to dull it with her reiki had the opposite effect. Was she doomed to live the rest of her life like this? Finally her body felt almost normal again. It seemed safe to move. Gingerly testing her balance, Lorin climbed back to her feet and collected her school books.

"Lorin? You're going to be late," her mother called from downstairs. Great, time to give myself another headache. Carefully, she stretched out to sense every spare thread of her wayward energy and began to pull them tightly back inside of her. Nothing could be showing. Her mother and father could sense the changes and she still had to face Suichi once she got to school. He was too smart for his own good and he would tell Hiei. That was the last thing she wanted right now. She was out of control. Until she mastered these changes to her body, Lorin didn't want any of the boys to know.

Balancing school books and her reiki, she slowly made her way downstairs. Without saying anything to her parents or sisters, she grabbed an apple and her jacket and silently walked out of the house. It was only a few minutes to walk to school, normally, but with her condition, it seemed like an eternity. Each person she passed brought a new assault on her senses.

The pressure kept building and building. There was nothing she could do but endure. She knew everyone thought she was sicker than she let on or that she was just being a snob. It took too much effort to talk and attempt to be social. She just did her work and survived. Something had to break soon... Something just had to.

"Rose Whip! K'so. Rose Whip! K'so. Come on! This should be easy!" Lorin glared at the offending rose in her hand. It seems a simple basic attack was still beyond her. Why didn't her energy work the way it was supposed to? This surgery should come with an instruction book. How to Work Your New Energy Levels and Do What You Want: Chapter One- Turning on the Power. Taking a deep breath and focusing her power as she had originally been taught by Kurama she tried a few more times.

"K'SO! TEME YAROU!" Lorin was now screaming at the innocent flower that had thwarted her. "Rose Whip!" she commanded one last time, pouring all her anger and fury into it. A glow surrounded the petals and the whip appeared in her hand...but only for a few seconds. Flames sprang to life and engulfed the plant, burning it and her fingers. With a yell, she dropped the charred remains.

It wouldn't obey a specific command. I decided it needed to be punished. Hiei's words popped into her mind as she stared at what she had just done. How? Why? She got so angry so quickly these days. Was it another side effect of the changes? The flames had felt different... a different kind of energy.

"Hello? Hello? Is someone there?" A voice floated to her from the front of the house. It was quiet, clearly not talking to her, but she heard it nonetheless. Sprinting from the backyard, Lorin peeked around the corner. She speed and her senses hadn't been negatively affected by the changes. In fact they appeared to get better. A young man stood nervously in front of her house.

Sighing at the interruption, she rounded the corner and walked over. "Yes? Can I help you?" she asked.

Relief was clear on his face. "Yeah, I'm supposed to deliver this package, but I can't get to the door." He shrugged and motioned toward to the door with his box. Lorin frowned and looked where he pointed. Suddenly her senses were overwhelming assaulted and a headache pounded behind her eyes as the tears streamed down her face. Covering the front porch was a small sea of roses, consisting of every color from white to red to blue to black.

"Are you alright?" the delivery boy asked, obviously concerned. He gently put a hand on her shoulder. It took every ounce of Lorin's willpower not to throw the Baka across the street for the pain his innocent touch caused.

"It's- It's just allergies. I live here, so I'll take your package." She half-blindly grabbed the box. Uncertainty clouded his face, but he let go of it. Slowly he turned away and left. Stumbling toward the front door, Lorin fought to get control of her rebellious senses. Wading into the middle of the plants, she noticed weeds among the flowers as well as labels attached to little wooden stakes with names of plants on them. Sitting in the exact middle was a white envelope with her name neatly written on it. It was Kurama. She knew his handwriting anywhere. The flowers also held faint traces of his energy. Why was SK sending her flowers...and why he special fighting ones? Finally able to ignore the smell, she sat down among the roses and opened the letter.

Lorin,

Hiei raided my gardens, if you couldn't tell.( Lorin could almost here SK chuckling. It filled her with sorrow. She missed that.) He was just going to leave them and consider it finished, but I know that these situations require an explanation. This is Hiei's apology for not including you in Yusuke's kidnapping, though you and I both know he would never admit that. He asked me what ningen males do to make ningen females happy. I had to smother a grin. I knew exactly what he was really asking. I told him that flowers and chocolates were traditional. He was instantly gone and later that afternoon I found my gardens empty, even of the weeds. I hope you accept these. Hiei has been miserable, snapping and destroying things. I know that those are behaviors normal for Hiei, but the intensity and frequency have gr4eatly increased. I know you have been keeping your distance from us and I have sensed the tension at school. I am unsure what you are struggling with, but I wish you would confined in me. I hope you will remember that I am your Otomodati and I will do whatever I need to do to help you. Perhaps I am reading the situation entirely wrong and there is something else going on. If it is something I did, please forgive me. I miss you, Lorin. Come back soon.

Suichi Kurama

The sorrow she felt started to overwhelm her and she wanted to run to SK and let him help her. She couldn't go to Hiei, he would be so upset. She did forgive him. Actually, she hadn't thought about that at all since the surgery. Could she really tell Kurama? He was a lot older than her. Maybe he could help. She buried her head in her hands. She didn't know what to do. The pain was too much, both the physical and the emotional.

A/N: what do you think? Should she tell Kurama or tough it out? Review and tell me.

Otomodati- best friend.

K'so- damn

Reiki- spirit energy

teme yarou – you bastard