A.N. This is redone too! And the next chapter, which is an author's note, shall soon be turned into a chapter… As soon as I find my inspiration!
Last Time: "Well since you are her mate, you can force her to become a sprit detective." Koenma expected to be obeyed; he was after all the Prince of Rekai. And Kurama worked for him, it was just plausible. Well it made sense to him anyways.
Now: "What!" Screamed Youko.
"Yyou heardd mmme..."Stuttered Koenma, who was backing up into the corner afraid of the sliver kitsune that looked like he would rip him to pieces if he even breathed to loudly.
'Oh no... Now I've done it... Why couldn't you keep your big mouth shut this time? Why must I have everything my way? It wouldn't hurt to let the girl go... I mean she didn't really harm anyone, not like most people I know. But what if Youko doesn't want me to live! What if I angered him too much? What if he is planning to kill me in the most gruesome ways? Wait... I can't die I'm a spirit! Wahoo for me! Finally something in life pays off!'
While Koenma was in his little world Youko was thinking of ways to kill the short spirit ruler... 'Hmmm lets see... There is always the death tree... Nah I've already used that to many times, same with the rose whip... OH, OH I KNOW! I could find a Whoopey Troll, (A.N. Hahaha Whoopey Troll! Hahaha) pay it in pennies, and have it haunt Koenma for the rest of his life! Muhahaha Its perfect!'
Now as Koenma AND Youko where both in their crazy worlds of delirium... The other team members where sitting around staring at Youko and Kagome... or in Yusuke's place sleeping. So all in all everyone was zoned into their own little worlds; thinking of things they would rather be doing... When all of a sudden...
"POPCORN!" Was heard as Kagome woke up from her fainting trip, swinging her arm above her head she hit Youko in the face. The pain in her arm finally woke her up all the way, making her realize that she was in somebody's lap... And that someone had their arms around her...
Looking up into the face of the person holding her, she saw her beloved Youko. Gasping she raised her hand to his cheek; when her hand touched warm flesh she started crying. Her lovely Youko was back! He was back and holding her and she never wanted to let him go. Curling herself around him more she decided to do just that... until an annoying little voice - that sounded like a 30-year-old baby was talking- interrupted her reunion.
A.N. Maybe read on… I don't know!