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So….Writer's Block is evil. Very, very evil.

Yujo Chronicles: The Final Chapter

Chapter Two: Disquiet

Maybe one day I'll figure out what is so wonderful about him. But right now, I really don't know. He makes me feel like I'm the most special person in the world. Just thinking of him makes me short of breath.

So maybe one day I'll figure him out. Until then, well, I'm not complaining!

Kiamo Luniari set down her pencil and closed the diary. She slid it in between her mattresses and slumped down on the bed, tongue tasting her lips for any lingering taste of her bishonen, Seto Kaiba, who had recently kissed her goodbye after their date.

The boy had given her more joy and sorrow than any other person. From their meeting at the popular dance club the Stage House to their last date to the beach, Seto had been wonderful. There was never a dull moment in their relationship, for sure!

The phone on her bedside table rang and she picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kia. It's Katsu."

"Hey. How are ya doin'?"

"Fine. Listen, did you hear anything on the news today about those murders?"

"What?" Kiamo frowned. "Murders? Where?"

"Well, a delivery boy, Houshidu Nirusahio was found dead about two blocks from your house."

"What?!"

"Yeah," Katsu said grimly. "I knew him. He used to deliver to S & R's for awhile."

"That's really scary." Kiamo shuddered a little. Only two blocks from her home… She snapped back to reality as Katsu continued to speak.

"-so I just wanted to make sure you knew and were on the lookout. Stay indoors at night, 'kay?"

"You too." Kiamo said freverently. Katsu didn't respond right away, and Kiamo frowned. "You too?" She asked pointedly.

"Oh, yeah, me too." Katsu said distractedly. Kiamo heard a male voice in the background and sighed. Yusuke must be there.

"Say hi to Yusuke for me."

Katsu laughed. "Okay. Hey Yusuke! Kiamo says hi."

Kiamo giggled as she heard Yusuke bellowing a response from the background at Katsu's end. "Well, I should leave you two alone, so see ya later."

"Okay. Bye." Katsu hung up unceremoniously.

Kiamo stared at her bedroom ceiling. Only two blocks away, someone had been killed. She let out a stream of air, willing herself to calm down. Saryaski City was usually just dangerous in the scummy underbelly of the city, and only because there were gang fights every now and then. But murder? No, that was something new and indeed frightening.

Emiko's home

"What?!" Emiko stared at her mother who sat serenely on the couch, ands folded and face blank.

"I said," her mother stated clearly. "That we should have a sex talk with Mrs. Minamino and Shuichi."

"That's what I thought I heard." Emiko groaned. "Mother, how about we don't and say we did?"

"No, Komiko." Her mother, Nabiya, looked quite stern. "It's worrying me how much time you spend with that boy."

"Mom, you've met Shuichi a hundred times. You know him and you know me! You know we'd never do a thing like…like that!" Emiko felt her face turning red at the terrible irony in the conversation. The fact was, they had done exactly what her mother was worried about, and not just on one occasion. Emiko felt it was morally acceptable, seeing as they were mates and had been so for a long time. Just in a different form.

"I know, and I trust you wouldn't do such a thing before marriage." Nabiya said.

Emiko's face got a few shades redder. "Then why do we have to talk about it?"

"Just in case you forget your better judgment."

Emiko shook her head in muted disbelief. "Listen, Mother, we'll continue this conversation once I get home from work. I'll be late if I stay here any longer."

Her mother's eyes welled up in a mixture of pride and worry. "See, you're sounding so grown up! I just want to make sure you don't grow up too fast and end up as a teenage mother."

"There's no way that's happening." Emiko told her calmly, patience wearing thin. Of course, fox demons could control the progression of a fetus, or even the creation of one, with the use of their Demon Energy. So in that case, even if Emiko did wind up pregnant, she could stall or even stop the birth of a child. But she couldn't tell her mother that.

"We'll speak about this later, dear." Nabiya promised, and her irate daughter turned and stalked out the door.

Emiko hadn't gone more than two blocks from her home when someone grabbed her shoulder and forcibly spun her around. Before she could really see more than a glimpse of red hair, whoever it was placed a sweet kiss on her lips. It was Kurama.

Emiko kissed him back, leaning into his intoxicatingly strong frame. She felt herself turning red as she heard passing people whispering amongst themselves.

"-Goodness me, young people today!-"

"-Whoa, piling on the hot stuff today, huh?-"

"-Don't they know they're in public?!"

Emiko broke away, embarrassed. "Yoko-…"

"What's the matter?"

The vixen pulled her chin down, allowing her bangs to cover her eyes. "Perhaps we shouldn't be so open about our relationship."

Kurama was ataken back. "What? Why do you say so?"

Emiko seized his hand and started walking quickly towards the diner. "Listen, Yoko, my mother is…worried."

"How so?"

Emiko briefly gave him the gist of the conversation she had had with her mother before leaving the house. He frowned, slightly shaken by the news.

"You don't suppose she suspects?"

"No. But she is worried about the possibilities."

"Then what should we do to ease her fears?"

Emiko stopped abruptly, whirling to face him. "Maybe we shouldn't see one another as often as we do."

Kurama grabbed his mate harshly by the shoulders. "Emiko, I will not."

"We don't exactly have a choice." Emiko retorted, tears coming to her eyes. "If my mother gets any more worried, she will take the pains to make sure we- we discontinue our relationship."

"She's only human." Kurama said quietly.

"You aren't suggesting we use demonic means to solve this?" Emiko said incredulously.

"What I'm suggesting is that we are not bound together by humanly means. When we mated, we did so for life. As long as blood runs warm in my veins I am your mate, and there is no human mean to cover or hamper that."

Emiko was crying now, tears etching lines into her face. The tip of her nose turned red from her weeping, and Kurama wanted nothing more but to take her by the hand and lead her away from the life they were living. But she had a valid point; in these bodies, some humanly rules had hold over their actions.

"But," Kurama continued, now speaking very soft, "if this issue makes you cry, I will consent to not seeing you as often."

He kissed her forehead softly, and then turned to leave. Her hands on his forearm stopped him, but he didn't turn around. She pressed herself to his back in a tearful embrace before releasing him and walking quickly towards the diner.

Domino City, KaibaCorp.'s main business center

"How much?" Seto Kaiba, young multimillionaire business guru, leaned forewords on the sleek black table.

The three people at the table exchanged satisfied glances. "Over forty billion dollars." One of them replied. She was a woman, very tall and slender in build. Her eyes were obscured by tinted glasses.

"That is a considerable sum of money," Seto admitted. His fingers flew over the keys of the laptop sitting on the table by his elbow, and his dark azure eyes scanned the readings on the screen. In an instant he saw the effect such a profit would have on his company. The sheer numbers alone were enough to convince the teen, but he was a craftier businessman than that.

"And all of that money for a simple computer reality system?" Seto asked, putting doubt into his voice. "Seems suspicious."

"Not at all," the second replied. This one was a man, tall and dark. His hair almost shone blue under the bright light in the conference room. "What we really require is the nanite system that simple virtual reality uses. We want to provide a certain kind of atmosphere in the building we're designing, and the use of the virtual technology will enable us to create it. You see, there is nothing suspicious about it."

"Nanites, hmm? You're really doing your homework well." Seto leaned back in his chair.

"Of course." The third person interjected smoothly. He was an aging old man, one with a kind face and a wide smile. Everything about his appearance suggested that the man was both fair and kind, everything except his eyes. They were strange, shifty in quality. Because of it, Seto trusted him the least out of the trio. "What we've found through extensive research is that your systems are the most advanced and the most reliable."

"Well, I must think this offer over," Seto said thoughtfully. "But I'll have an answer for you within twenty-four hours."

"Excellent." The older man smiled widely, weird eyes shifting darkly. "We shall wait for your call."

The three filed out of the conference room, leaving Seto alone with his personal thoughts. He sat there motionless for a time, mind going over several outcomes and repercussions this business deal could have.

His thoughts were shattered by the shrill ring of his cell phone, the private one. Only three people had the number for this phone; his brother Mokuba, his therapist, and his girlfriend.

"Hello?"

"Seto?"

"Kiamo! How are you, beautiful?"

Her response was nervous. "There've been some murders down by my house and, oh, I feel silly now that I've got you on the line, but I wanted to talk to someone."

"You're not silly." Seto assured her. "What do you mean by murders?"

"T-They found a delivery boy dead 'bout two blocks from my house." Kiamo managed out. She sounded close to tears. "And they found a librarian dead at the downtown library. And a teenage girl that Shizuru knew down in Chiriouo was dead too. It's on the news."

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes." Kiamo hesitated. "No, not really."

"I'm coming down there."

"Oh, Seto, you don't have to."

"I want to." The teen insisted. "Give me a half hour and then I can take you out to dinner or something. Or we could just go for a drive."

He heard her give a long, shaky sigh. "Seto, you're the absolute best bishie ever."

"I do try." Seto replied with a grin. "I'll be right there."

Three cruel pairs of eyes met, and the grim satisfaction reflected in each pair was evident in their cruel smiles as well. Everything was going according to plan. The Spirit Detective and his hated team would pay. They would be taught the meaning of true agony one small step at a time.

End Chapter

ARG!!! For the love of geese, why must I write so long chapters without getting everything I want accomplished accomplished?!

Well, review and eat tuna for lunch…(Doing one does not require the other, but if you want to, well, it's your call…)