Disclaimer: No YYH or TMM characters were harmed in the making of this fic because the authoress doesn't own them. Simple.

Moonlight Reveals All

Chapter 2: The Encounter

Ichigo plopped down on a log in front of the fire. The day was starting to end, even though the sun hadn't begun its trip to the other side of the world. She sighed.

"Well, the tents are put up, the fire's going good, and Mint packed a mini-refrigerator, so we don't have to hunt, fish, or anything," Lettuce said, smiling. Everything was perfect, and all they had to do was relax.

"AAAAAAH!" a shout exploded from another campsite, continued by an incoherent fast-paced song.

"What was that?" Zakuro asked, darting out of a tent.

The four shrugged, and listened for more shouts. "Well, it's probably nothing. If someone were in trouble, the people around that campsite would have flocked over there by now," Mint concluded. Lettuce and Ichigo were quick to agree, but Pudding was energized with a new mischievous curiosity to know who had shouted.

"Pudding, trust us. If it's anything we need to know, then someone from another group would have already come to tell us," Ichigo said, too tired to get up.

Pudding slightly deflated (1). "I guess so…" she pouted and instead used her penned up energy to open the marshmallow bag, making like fluffs of white scatter over the clearing. "Aw, man," she said, picking them up, sticking them on a twig, and heating it over the fire.

"Hey! You girls! There's a talking baby over here! Tell any other campers you see!" A brunette guy shouted, after running through their campsite.

"Yay! Let's go!" Pudding said, running in the direction he had come from, dragging her friends along.

Yusuke hovered over the demi-god, who was blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked before him. A smirk appeared on Yusuke's face, as he pulled something from behind his back. Now, in his hands was a cell phone. He tucked it into Koenma's pocket, and left, snickering.

"Did you do it?" Kuwabara asked, rubbing his hands together evilly. Yusuke nodded, the smirk never leaving his face.

"What did you do?" Keiko demanded, her foot tapping, and the bucket being held over her right shoulder.

Yusuke's grin grew bigger as he took another cell phone out of his pocket. "You'll see," he said, trying to stifle laughs. He dialed in seven numbers, and put the phone to his ear.

"AAAAAAH!" a shout exploded from the Sequoia, continued by a fast high-pitched 'Bingo' tune (2).

Yusuke then spoke into the phone, trying even harder not to burst out laughing. "Hello?" His voice was disguised like an old lady's nasally voice. "Yes, this is Megumi. Can I speak to Mr. Koenma? Okay, Sir, I must aware you of your taxes and your palace. Because you can't pay back the loan you spent on it, we will send a repossession man to get the deed. Thank You," Yusuke hung up the phone and sighed.

"Now, to wait," he said. In a mere second, Koenma came running out, in all his childish glory.

"I'm being evicted from my pala—wait…Father didn't use a loan to buy the palace! He didn't even buy it! There are no repo-men in Reikai!" he shouted. That's when he realized people were staring at him. And staring. And staring. And God, why wouldn't they stop staring!

Yusuke grinned, and picked the toddler up. "I've got an idea," he murmured.

"Yeah, like all your other brilliant ideas," the prince answered, which was quite hard because he was trying to avoid people from looking at the amazing talking baby.

"Oi, stuff it pacifier-breath. Now, just play along," he said, taking something out of his pocket. Koenma gulped. Yusuke slipped something into the boy's shirt, making him shiver. "Now, when you feel me pinch you, start talking, okay?"

Koenma rolled his eyes, as Yusuke pulled a white ring attached to a white string attached to Koenma's shirt so that everyone could see. All in all, Koenma looked like a baby doll. At the same moment, he pinched the prince, and he started talking.

"Mama! I want milk!" he said, in a passable imitation of a doll. Everybody disheartened, as they realized the talking baby was a fake. They all left, probably to attend to their own campsites.

"I can't believe you'd do that. WHY!" Koenma almost shouted, but he was aware of the people nearby.

"Excuse me? Whatever do you mean?" Yusuke asked, faking innocence. Kuwabara lumbered over to Yusuke, laughing so hard, his eyes started to water.

"You know what I mean! And—hey, why'd they think I was a baby? I think I look a bit older than that…" he mumbled.

Kuwabara then couldn't hold it in. "Maybe they thought you were one of those fat babies!" At that, all the rest of their group was either stifling a giggle or laughing outwardly.

Botan, being the brave, compassionate Grim Reaper she is, came over to Koenma and said, "Sir, I don't think you're fat."

Koenma nodded. "Thank You, Botan. At least SOMEONE here has decency," he huffed.

"That's 'cause she likes you," the two idiots kept taunting him. This time, both grew a shade redder.

"OOOOOH! Is that the talking baby? WOW!" a little monkey-girl remarked, after seeing them all bicker.

"Eh? (3) Aw, shoot," Yusuke said, upon realizing the girl had heard and seen Koenma talk without pulling a string. Well, she was only a girl. At least it wasn't some smart, rich, or famous person.

Then and there, the Universe and Fate teamed up against the Reikai Tantei. The little girl came back, pulling a girl with glasses, a pocket-protector, and a bag full of books. Behind her was a shorter snobby-looking girl with expensive ugs and the latest designs for summer wear. And behind her, was the most famous and talented of people Yusuke had ever seen in person, Zakuro Fujiwara.

Yusuke gulped. Thankfully, the star's focus was not on the demi-god, but on Kurama. Wait, was that good? The girl seemed to sniff him, and then whisper something to the rich girl. It seemed Kurama had heard what they tried to hide. Yusuke started to make his way to the fox, when the little girl stopped him.

"We could start a circus! I'll be an acrobat, he can be the amazing talking baby, and that redhead over there can be a kitsune!" Yusuke raised his eyebrows. Now, how would a girl know who Kurama is, unless she was a demon?

"And why do you think he's a kitsune?" he asked, playing his caution card.

"Because! She's pretty!" she answered. Yusuke couldn't hold it in, and neither could Kuwabara. They both started guffawing like the idiots they were.

That's when Hiei stepped in to clean up the mess. "That redhead is a he, and he's not a kitsune," he said, hostility absent from his voice.

"Oh," she said, sighing. There was nothing else to say, seeing as the other four girls were goggling at Kurama. Four? When did the redhead with the ponytails join in?

"Oi! Kurama!" Yusuke shouted, now really close to the fox. Making sure no one was looking, he whispered, "What did the famous one say to the rich one?"

Kurama didn't look at Yusuke, to create the illusion that he was talking to Keiko who was currently engrossed in reading about first aid just in case. "Actually, Yusuke, they're not very suspicious. They were telling each how er, cough cute I cough am," he said, blushing.

Yusuke elbowed him and looked at Zakuro. Surely the girl had seen guys as cute or cuter than Kurama on set, right? Or was it his kitsune charm?

"Fox, it is getting late. Soon, the moon will be visible," Hiei said, looking up at the darker shade of blue the sky had gotten.

"Right. It would be best if they leave, eh?" he said. He stood up, and addressed the girls. "Excuse me, but would it be too much trouble if you could just come back tomorrow morning?"

All five girls concentrated their eyes on Kurama, but he was used to it. "Okay, we'll come by tomorrow," the rich one said, pulling the rest behind her.

"Well, let's just hope they'll keep their word," Hiei said, hands in pockets. They were all thinking something different when the five shrunk into the forest.

The girls finally got to their campsite, not put down at all. Although the talking baby was a hoax (Pudding, however, really believed he was special), they had met the exact person Zakuro had sensed about a month ago.

"Pudding, why'd you call him a kitsune again?" Ichigo asked. All of them had been thinking it, but it would have been rude. Everybody knew in legends that kitsune were female or feminine. Telling that guy that he was a kitsune would admit telling him he was feminine.

"I thought he was a girl. Kitsune, he just… seemed like it, you know?" she asked them. They all knew what she was talking about. That irrefutable instinct that alerted each and every one of them that danger was nearby, or something more hazardous.

Zakuro sighed. She'd have to tell them sometime or another. "Listen. About a month ago, I felt an aura, a feeling of some kind while I was in my other form. I didn't know what it was, but now, I feel it again. It centered around the one with the spiky hair, and the redhead," she admitted.

"Exactly!" Ichigo exclaimed, "It probably wasn't as strong as your original feeling, but I think I felt it too." Lettuce and Pudding agreed, nodding their heads. Expectantly, they all looked to Mint.

"What? I was in Germany for a week last month. I doubt I would've felt something," she said in her defense. The others accepted her explanation.

They put out the fire, and got into their tents. It was then around nine o'clock, and Ryou and Keichiro hadn't yet come. "Didn't you say they were coming, Zakuro? Zakuro?" Mint asked. Zakuro was nowhere to be found. Instead, a long howl echoed through the night…

1—Think of a big orange and yellow helium-filled balloon, and some kid letting out some gas.

2—You know, There was a farmer who had a dog, and bingo was his name-o!

3—We were thinking of Canadian and American differences. Canadian--eh? Americans--huh? Japanese--ne?

A/N: Yay! Someone other than my friends reviewed! I'm so happy! I go by the names in the manga, and not the other names, like Fon Purin and Retatsu and Minto. And to answer my dear friend, um, erm, what was her name? Oh yeah, Thorn Willowfly, that was her name. I was thinking about Kill Bill. She was on VH1 yesterday. Anyway, if it's badly written, I just wanted to get another chappie up before I leave for the Philippines. Ja mata ne!

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