Disclaimer: I do not own or receive profit by writing this story based on the YYH characters.

A/N: This is a huge AU.

Curiosity was known as a trait of cats. Really, cats are far from curious. They like to laze, eat, and fight. Foxes, on the other hand, are the definition of a curious animal. One example being a small silver fox, previously following instincts to flee from danger, is now following its curiosity right back to that danger. Yoko smirked to himself, pondering on how dull his life would have been if he had no curiosity. Sharp golden eyes scanned the landscape, catching footprints in the dirt and plants that had been trampled. The Tiumi that he followed had no reverence for the wildlife that accommodated them. But, then again, neither did the Prae. Cautious, Yoko went forward.

Only to be attacked from behind. Whirling and lashing out with his teeth, Yoko felled the Tiumi soldier in one blow. His plants whispered to him, telling him of other Tiumi nearby. Smiling, Yoko went on the hunt.

Yes, dull indeed.

Movement…

Pain…

Fear!

With a choked gasp, Koenma Daio's eyes shot open. Confused and unsure as to what was happening, the teenager was quick to sweep his surroundings–only to cringe back when he encountered a block. A block!

Secondary instincts kicked in and Koenma closed his eyes once more and slowly went limp. He was moving, that he knew. He was also tied up, and his head was heavy with blood. So he was slung over someone's shoulder. Right, he was being kidnapped then.

No, that didn't fit with a mental block. No one thought of the spoiled Praecantrix Prince of having mental powers, ordinary kidnappers wouldn't consider such a block. Oh! There was the attack on the capital, and the troops that had died… and the storming of the palace… and the blue haired Tiumi who had battled him and won.

He then remembered waking up groggily at a mental push, but it had been slight so he'd drifted off again. When had he been blocked?

"Oi, Touya! Prince is awake." A voice right next to him spoke. Koenma had to fight to not jump in surprise.

"I noticed." That was further ahead, and sounded vaguely familiar.

"Noticed? When'd you notice?"

"Idiot, he opened his eyes minutes ago, and he's started to sweat out of nervousness. Can you not even see that? Earth users." A third voice spoke from his other side. He muttered the last part like an insult, and he could tell the first person bristled at the comment. Silently, Koenma hoped a fight would break out.

He was disappointed. Instead someone called out something about setting up camp, and he was tied roughly to a tree and ignored. Koenma opened his eyes now, knowing that his captors knew he was awake. It didn't help any. All his life he'd used his mental awareness to orient himself. Always his senses expanded, touching everything around him. It was like his sight, and Koenma suddenly felt very blind.

Several hours passed, and he was forced to walk now that he was awake. Koenma passed the time absently prodding at his mental barrier, and tracking that strange silver fox with his eyes. When he'd first noticed it, it had seemed surprised he'd seen it, before giving what could be called a grin and winking.

Three feet ahead of him, a gray skinned Tiumi winced as Koenma hit a weak spot in the barrier, before shaking his head and turning back to his conversation. Koenma had to force a smile down at that. Before he'd admired the strength of the barrier that had to have been hastily erected, but now he'd found its flaw.

He'd been totally and utterly cut of from influencing, even touching, his surroundings. The telepath, however, hadn't been quite so thorough in cutting off access to his own energy. And while there were a lot of limitations on how he could use it, Koenma was sure he could gain access to it. And that was freedom.