Chapter Six

Embarrassment

Four young men walked down the streets, everyone gave them a wide berth. Even the animals sensed that they were distraught. By what they had heard not too long ago, Koenma, the prince of the Rekai, was indeed dead. His sky blue pacifier was still in Yusuke's pocket long forgotten. Hiei's head picked up when he heard a pained groan.

"What is it Hiei?" Kurama questioned.

"Koenma," he said simply. He could feel the Rekai prince's aura coming from the apartment just up the street. "He's alive."

"Told you it would sting," Kagome said gently. Koenma simply closed his eyes as she applied the medicinal cream to his stomach wound. She was very grateful, he had saved her life even at the risk of re-opening his wounds and possibly gaining more. "Thank you for saving me," she said in a quiet voice.

"I wouldn't have done otherwise," he said and placed his hand over hers looking into her deep cerulean orbs. They were inches apart when her door burst open and she was tossed across the room from Koenma. A male youkai had a grip on her throat cutting off her air supply. She used both feet to kick at his stomach sending him away from her. She coughed a couple of times gasping for air. She narrowly missed the blue energy ball that had been aimed for her head then retaliated with a pink Miko blast of her own.

'Oh great!' she inwardly growled. 'There are four of them! What do they want?' She called for her bow and arrows then notched an arrow letting it fly to the kitsune. She took aim and was about to shoot when a hand was placed on her shoulder. She looked at Koenma curiously, at his expression she lowered her weapons and placed them to the side.

"Yusuke, Hiei, Kurama, Kuwabara. Cease and desist!" he ordered. Saying they were shocked when he had walked up to the woman was putting it lightly. They had been quite certain she had been the one to wound him, his wounds and the scent of his blood on her was proof enough. Yet he was protecting her. Hiei sheathed his katana glaring at Kagome heatedly still not trusting her. Kagome walked over to her door and inspected it.

"You four owe me a new door," she muttered. She told Koenma to sit when she saw him wince in pain and hold his stomach. "You four should do the same so we can get this straightened out." Her friendly smile dropped when she received a glare from the shortest of the four. "I'm just trying to be civil, unlike you," she muttered as she walked over to finish tending to Koenma's wounds before she worried about her own. "Now, why did you burst through my door and attack me without reason?" she questioned.

"No reason? We had plenty of reason!" Yusuke yelled.

"Oh? I didn't realize helping someone was against the law. Man, I've got to keep up to date on things like this…" when she heard a chuckle she smiled. At least she was able to make someone laugh. The spirit detective slumped in his seat seemingly embarrassed by his accusation. "Don't worry; I've been accused of many things. I know better than to let it bother me. But you seemed to have a reason to believe I had plans to kill Koenma."

"H-How did you know that's what we were accusing you of?" Kuwabara questioned.

"Your eyes," she said simply. "They are the window to the soul after all. When you came and attacked me without a warning that proved you were willing to do anything within your power to keep him from death. I don't blame you; I'd have probably done the same thing if I had been in your position. If you will excuse me," she stood after she finished wrapping Koenma's injuries and went to tend to her own.

"Well, didn't see that coming," Yusuke muttered. "So she was helping you?"

"Yes, but it is nice to know you care," Koenma smiled.

"Eh, pain in the ass or not I don't want to see you on your death bed," Yusuke grunted.

"How did you come to be in her care?" Kurama questioned.

"She found me a few days ago in the rain. I had already been attacked when she found me."

"What attacked you?" Kuwabara interjected.

"Honestly, I don't remember. I barely remember anything past leaving the Rekai up until she found me."

"Any idea on who would want you dead?"

"No, but I'm certain there are plenty who might want me dead. How did you know to come looking for me?"

"Your father sent us, he's sure worried as hell," Yusuke replied.

'The Rekai?' Kagome thought. 'He was in the Rekai before? What's going on? What hasn't he told me?' Koenma looked to the hallway; he knew Kagome had been listening, she was certain to have questions. Soon enough she entered the room with not even the slightest indication she had been listening in on their conversation. Her raven hair was pulled back into a loose braid. A few strands had escaped the bundle of hair and were left to frame her delicate face. Yusuke stood and stuffed his hands into his pockets intent on informing Botan that they had found Koenma. Instead he felt the familiar blue pacifier. He smothered a mischievous grin at the aspect of the embarrassment Koenma was about to go through.

"Before I forget, I found something that belongs to you Koenma," he said as he pulled out the object. Kagome's brows rose to her hairline, why would Koenma want a…a pacifier? Surprise soon turned to utter hilarity as Yusuke put it in Koenma's mouth. Whatever dignity he had vanished along with the pop sound. Kagome's hand flew over her mouth in an attempt to muffle her giggles. Kurama his amusement behind his hand while Hiei smirked. Yusuke and Kuwabara, on the other hand, didn't even try to hide their own amusement. Oh how the mighty had fallen!

"So, Kawaii!" Kagome managed to say in between muffled laughs. There, in the middle of her living room, stood Koenma…toddler form and all. His face was quickly turning many shades of red, starting from a pinkish to a deep red that rivaled Kurama's crimson hair. With another pop he was back to normal, he straightened out his clothing and turned to Yusuke.

"Well," the Toushin started. "I think I hear Keiko calling me so…see ya!" He ran out of the door as if death was on his heels….well technically it was as Koenma quickly followed after him.

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"Please say he's getting better," the blue haired female whimpered.

"I'm sorry Botan, but he's not. His condition is only worsening," Jorge replied sadly. The deity of death placed a hand over her mouth as tears cascaded down her cheeks.

"Please, don't tell me any thing else. I…I don't want to have to ferry his soul…please say I won't have to ferry his soul to the after life!" she practically yelled.

"I can't give you that assurance," he muttered.

"Why? What happened to cause this?"

"We aren't certain; we haven't found any fatal injuries external or internal. I'm starting to wonder if this is mental."

"Please sir, hold on," she pleaded to the male on the bed, the bed that was quickly becoming his death bed.

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You find a piece of paper on an oak table, you pick it up and read it:

I, Tijiya, hereby state no claim to the following anime:

Yu Yu Hakusho (c) Yoshihiro Togashi

Inuyasha (c) Rumiko Takahashi

I only borrow them to amuse myself and my readers.