Angel girl: Ya, ya I know I have the Kingdom Hearts but I had this idea and it wouldn't get out of my head.

A'tral: Angel girl dose not own Yu Yu Hakasho, just her charters. Now give me the stuff that will get this blue skin dye off.

Angel girl: First drawer in the bathroom upstairs. I only made enough for this one time so you have to use all of it.

A'tral: (glares and storms off)

The Kitsune Princess.

PROLOUGE

A young bat demon carefully carried his friend to the only cottage in the burned out valley. The two had been wounded greatly when they had tried to go after a very pricy jewel; only to have their lives nearly taken. His friend had collapsed from his many wounds some time during their flight. He had managed to hall his friend there because he believed that this cottage was abandoned thus the best place to hide from their pursuers. It was also rumored to be the place that a great healer resided. Yet that was just a rumor.

As he carried his friend inside, he found a small bed hidden in the corner of the one room cottage. It was soft enough for the most severely wounded to lay there with no pain, but hard enough for a healthy person to sleep peacefully. He placed his friend there, then began looking through the jars of salves, anti-dotes, and pain relievers hoping to find something that looked familiar to him. As he searched he failed to hear the healer behind him. It wasn't until she had placed her basket next to his friend did he know she was there. When he had whirled around she ignored him as she looked over the young fox demon.

"What happened?' she asked turning to him. He was amazed at how young she was. Her soft ever green eyes, though at the moment were irritated, seemed to hold a lonely quality to them. Unlike most healers who always had a distant look when dealing with the wounded, she looked as if she had seen too much in a short amount of time. Her white fox ear twitched irritably when he didn't answer.

"Do you want to help him or not?" she demanded of him. The edge to her voice startled him. She had defiantly seen too much.

"We were attacked. There were no poisons or anything like that," he told her. He could at lest tell her that much.

"Are you sure?" she inquired. At his nod she stood, tying back her white waist length hair. She walked over to the wall opposite of him and reached up to the fifth shelf. He watched as she pulled down a jar half full of a green salve. In a lower drawer she yanked out several large rolls of bandages then motioned him to join her.

"Which is the worst wound?" she asked as she sat down.

"This one," he replied, pointing to a side wound. He quickly shook the memory of the nine inch dagger that had been impaled there from his mind. She took down the bowel sitting on the shelf above the wounded fox demon's head. After opening the jar, she poured some of it into the bowel. A white cloth was placed in it to soak. Carefully she removed his shirt her stomach clenching at the sight of his mangled body. As she reached for the cloth the bat demon beside her grabbed her arm.

"I'm going to warn you he gets vary violent when he in a lot of pain. You may not live to see him all the way healed," he whispered. She nodded to show she understood. When he released her she grabbed the cloth, wrung it out enough so it wasn't dripping and then placed it on his friend's side wound. His friend jumped and his eyes shot open from the pain. One of his clawed hands wrapped around her wrist and dug sharply.

"Yoko, Yoko stop. She only trying to help," cried the bat demon as he tried to hold Yoko back. She ignored the sharp pain and continued to hold the cloth there. As his friend struggled to get him to release her she began to hum. Softly at first then growing in volume, its pitch sweet and gentle. Slowly Yoko relaxed enough for his friend to pry his hand off her wrist, leaving three deep gashes. The healer continued to hum as she held the cloth in place a few more moments, then signaled to the bat demon to hold it there. She stood and walked over to the shelves again. This time it was a white liquid she pulled down. She sat down still humming though her patient had gotten more violent when she had walked away.

"Easy, easy, drink this," she whispered after pouring some of the liquid into a small cup. Yoko opened his mouth enough for the liquid to wash over his mouth, leaving a bitter taste. When he had finished it she placed the cup off to the side. She had the bat demon remove the cloth and began to wrap Yoko's wound. With the lesser one's she just wrapped them but with the more sever one's she placed a little of the green salve on them before wrapping them.

"You're not much of a healer," the bat demon declared. He could have done a better job and he didn't know what he was doing half the time.

"Some salves," she answered, "don't need to be used as much." So she was like all the other healers he had met, cryptic. There wasn't one healer who was straightforward in the entire demon world. And if they were you couldn't trust them. If you did it usually meant your life.

"So, what was that?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He mentally curst. In his trade it was best not to let anyone know how much you knew.

"The white liquid was a light pain reliever that absorbs instead of blocking. And the salve is called Dragons Breath, which is why I didn't put too much on his wounds. So since I know his name, do I get yours?" she asked.

"Kuronue," he grunted. As he watched she finished with Yoko. It wasn't until then did she do something about her bleeding wrist. He wasn't sure what it was about her but she was different from any other healer he had seen.

"And I am the healer Kyoto," she answered.

Angel girl: Well, do you like it? Was it good?

A'tral: Review so she'll stop nagging.