Ha! Two chapters in one night im going to go for a third but dont be disappointed if i dont make it :3 But anyway i got bord with Kuwabara so i have someone else to say the line! -pokes Hiei-

Hiei: And why cant the baka keep this job?

I just told you listen next time.

Hiei: -growl- Yami doesn't own Yu Yu Hakusho and thank GOD she doesn't own me.

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"Damnit not now" Kurama muttered. He looked around in all directions but found no sign of anyone there, just that voice, that seemed to come from everywhere. Of course he had a pretty good clue of whom the voice belonged to. Finally Jiro stepped from the darkness, he carried the Forlorn hope under his arm.

"You got away last time, i wont let it happen again, this time i'll crush your bones into powder" He smirked. "And this" He said holding up the artifact. "I'll smash it into a million pieces before i let you have it." He said beginning to laugh insanely.

'Kinda overly dramatic isnt he?" Kuwabara said to himself.

Kurama growled lightly, watching Jiro place the forlorn hope behind him on a table/ledge of some sort and pull his black pendant from his pocket. "Look familiar?" he asked, swinging it around until it turned into metal ball weapon he had during their last fight.

"Rose Whip!" Kurama shouted, his trademark weapon instantly being drawn.

"Oh so you are going to put up a fight" Jiro laughed.

"I hate you.." Kurama growled.

"Aw but i love you" Jiro replied sarcastically. "here let me show you!" He added running top speed for Kurama where he smashed his weapon into the side of his back, causing Kurama to cry out in pain. Before Kurama could react he was hit again and again.

"Damnit Kurama get up and fight!" Kuwabara shouted.

Kurama was having a hard time getting to his knees let alone standing. The first fight, his fall, it had all caught up, and at the worst time. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong eh? "Kuwabara" He whispered. 'Please..give me strength" He said closing his eyes. Kuwabara walked over and kneeled by the fix his hands on his shoulders. "Im right here buddy" He said gently. Kurama reached into his pocket and took out a piece of the dead thorns from the first time he walked into this dreaded place, and with his last bit of energy, he made it grow.

"What he fuck are you doing?" Jiro asked, but by then it was too late, a wave of thorny vines wrapped its self around his body, and slowly crushed him, slowly blood poured from wherever the thorns sunk into, before it began squeezing even tighter, until he was dead. A pool of blood laid here he died.

Kurama let out a sigh of relief, slowly standing and retrieving the Forlorn Hope, with time to spare.