Don't Play With Time

By: Sheik83

Disclaimer: Sheik does not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Inuyasha.

Rating: T/PG-13

Prologue

A cold gust of air blew past, rippling the grass and the branches of trees. The young fox kit sat at attention, the current brought a sent of something . . . valuable, something . . . beautiful. His ears were perked upwards in a show of attention. He ducked down into the tall grass, hiding his small silver form from prying eyes. Young and inexperienced as he was, the fox could not resist a temptation of such a trophy. He set a paw forward carefully, making sure that he did not make a sound. The small black nose of the fox kit was kept low, and his two tails swished in anticipation.

Master, don't do it - please don't do it.

The fox lifted his nose to the air, catching the sent of dog and of the prize. Another gust of air, it rippling the sleek silver fur of the little kit crouched below. His stomach turned - that gust of air had blown his sent into directly in the way of the pursued. The humans wouldn't notice it, certainly, but the dog . . . He settled, however, when he saw the one turn to his companion instead, apparently not noticing slip up.

Too close, Master! Too close!

Yes, too close, but he wanted it so very, very badly. The scent was intoxicating. His ears folded against his head as his eyes dimmed and his senses dulled. The normal, attentive attitude of the fox became subdued and submissive. Such a pretty thing -

Come to your senses, Master! Stone is no good to Master!

The kit was shocked out his reverie. Inari - what was he doing? The fox dipped down into the tall grass, hiding him even more than he had before. Grass tickled his nose and he resisted the sneeze that was coming. Some of the forest trees rustled unnaturally as the fox willed them to hide his form. What he hadn't counted on was the acute hearing of the dog. Without any notice, the kit was lifted from the leaves by the scruff of his neck - and came face to face with a very, very furious dog.

Youko Kurama had finally been caught.

"Yuuske! Yuuske!" Botan cried as she tumbled through the air on her oar. Her eyes were wide and her skin ghostly pale. "Yuuske!" She stumbled into a landing, nearly tripping over her own feet. Having not even bothered to get off of her oar, Botan stumbled to the large door. The demon guards that stood outside raised their weapons at the appearance of the Reaper. Botan, however, pushed passed them roughly. "Let me through!"

The guards, however, kept the weapons up and ready. Their faces were set in their professional state, and one spoke up at the un-halting spirit. "State your business here." He demanded in a solid, rehearsed tone.

But Botan didn't stop. She continued running awkwardly on her oar, still having not taken the time to demount the oar, and hastily attempted to push passed the guards. "This is urgent! I must speak with Yuuske!" She roughly tried to pull the guard away from her.

"What business do you have with – Hey! Why you-" Botan had managed to slip under him. The guard turned to apprehend her, but she was already gone.

Ending Author's Notes

Well, what an accomplishment this has been. Re-wrote the first "chapter" (more like prologue) of Don't Play With Time and lengthened the darn thing by over 200 words. Okay, not that great of an accomplishment, but good for how down I've been, yes? Expect to see more updates for this. It's nice to have a break from the dark Original Story of mine and the unforgiving research for that HP fiction.

I know this version might not be as funny as the first version, but it is better. Certainly. I hope you all aren't too upset with this.