Insaneningen14: this was the Halloween chapter. THIS IS LATE. You know why? You guys didn't review. You suck. (Nyah)

Chapter 19:

-(Ningenkai)-

"Don't look so down, ayatsuri." Ichiro fondled with her black hair as she sat silently. "Come now, cheer up. Things aren't that bad, are they?" He turned her head and kissed her.

"Sing me a song," he ordered once he finished. "I want to see if your voice is sweet as you." Yen opened her mouth wearily.

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
down with the moral majority
'cause I want to be the minority

I pledge allegiance to the underworld
one nation under dog
there of which I stand alone
a face in the crowd
unsung, against the mold
without a doubt
singled out
the only way I know

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
down with the moral majority
'cause I want to be the minority


stepped out of the line
like a sheep runs from the herd
marching out of time
to my own beat now
the only way I know

one light, one mind
flashing in the dark
blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"for crying out loud" she screamed unto me
a free for all
f--- 'em all
"you are your own sight"

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
down with the moral majority
'cause I want to be the minority

one light, one mind
flashing in the dark
blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"for crying out loud" she screamed unto me
a free for all
f--- 'em all
"you are your own sight"

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
down with the moral majority
'cause I want to be the minority (1)

(SLAP)

Yen just sat there silently after he hit her. Wrenching her head back by her hair, Ichiro glared ferociously.

"Next time, you will sing a different song," he spat out. "Until then, go back to the Ningenkai. Oku has a portal waiting." After he released her, she got up and silently walked away, a mark bright red upon her cheek.

"You've taken too much from others Ichiro."

"Who's there?" he barked.

"A once-friend." Had the other turned, he would have seen clear crystalline eyes peering at him from behind. "Who you came to in desperate times."

The face of Ichiro had darkened considerably, gaining a tinge of red and eyes glaring as he turned in circles. "Osamu!"

"Hm. You're smarter than you look Lord Aki."

"And you, Lord Akio, are harder to kill than thought."

"Of course, you wouldn't know- how long have you had Ume as your pet?"

"Oh don't you worry. She's perfectly safe." Ichiro grinned. "What do you want with her?"

Smashing Ichiro into a wall, Osamu held him by the throat. "What did you do to her," he growled.

"If you wanted her, she's not clean anymore." Ichiro smirked. "I took care of that."

"I am not attracted to her in any form of lust," he stated. "I have taken on the job of protecting her. Now what have you done."

"She's not a youkai, but she's not a ningen either- you can count hanyou out as well. She's something in between all three." He grinned. "I'm the one coming out on top after Osamu. She's ingenious- unbreakable, responds to her master-"

"You stole my ideas." His grip tightened considerably. "My potions. My design."

Ichiro smirked in a strained way. "I've gotten the better of you this time Osamu."

"Where is the reversion?"

He gasped, managing to choke out a hint. "I don't know- it's hidden."

Osamu glared. "You little b----." He dropped him as if he burned.

"The only clue I can give you is that is in the Ningenkai," he said, grinning now that he had the upper hand. Turning, the elemental lord left the way he came.

"You're only delaying the inevitable!" called Ichiro. "Death is in her future!"

"The same with you oniisan." A different certain shadow disappeared as the demon turned in anger and surprise.

-(Ningenkai)-

"My, my," Jiro grinned, "so many little trick-or-treaters."

"Are Yusuke and Yuki ready, Jiro-san?" Botan bounded in. "Why, no treats?"

"She's in her room, preparing, I suppose. Yusuke… I have no clue." He grinned, spotting Kurama. "They managed to drag you into it? Interesting indeed…"

Keiko stepped in, going down the hallway. "Yusuke! Hurry up, we're going to leave soon!"

Kurama followed down a similar path. "Yuki." Kurama knocked on the door lightly. "Are you ready?"

"Yes." The door opened, and his breath hitched in surprise.

Anxious amethyst eyes peered at him, silver bangs shading them. Newly constructed fox ears poked out, merely her hair styled in such a way so that they appeared real. She was clothed in a loose baggy shirt with longish sleeves, white; a light blue hakama covered the bottom half of her body- a silver-grey tail protruded. A small cloth bag was clutched in her hand. "Is it good enough?"

"How did you make the tail?"

She beamed. "I used some of my hair Jiro cut when I first came to Ningenkai." Yuki inspected her handiwork. "I sort of copied you."

"It's not a big deal." Kurama was a russet kitsune. Although he could have changed forms, fake ears and four tails were assembled on his personage. "I don't mind. Neither does my counterpart." She nodded, following him out into the hall.

"You look adorable Yun-chan!" The deity gave a cheerful thumbs-up. She was dressed in a white kimono, fake white wings dangling from her back. A golden circlet adorned her forehead, keeping her horns in place.

A blush. "Thanks Botan. I like your costume too."

"Oh Yusuke, just come out already!" The brunette was dressed in a long skirt, loose, the color of dull crimson. A white shirt was revealed under a soft square of cloth material was draped around the upper half of her body and her head. She held a deck of tarot cards and a paper bag for candy in one hand, while the other rested on her hips in agitation.

"Fine, fine." Out stepped the detective. He was dressed in torn, black jeans, much too baggy for him, low on his hips so that an inch or so of his boxers could be seen if he bent over; worn sneakers were partially hidden under the pants. A t-shirt, also a bit longer than usual, was under a black North Face jacket. Several necklace chains were around his neck, all the same style, seemingly gold.

"What are you?" asked Botan, puzzled.

Yusuke smirked. "Ghetto." (2)

Yuki laughed aloud. "I love it."

Kurama was chuckling. "So like you Yusuke to choose this."

"Yeah, well, what can I say?" He grinned.

"Where's Kuwabara and Shizuru?" asked Keiko anxiously.

"They're going to catch up with us," responded Botan. "So, onward!"

"Bye Jii-san. Have fun with Atsuko-san."

"Thanks." He grinned; the two of them were going out to a restaurant for dinner- to catch up on things, she supposed. The relationship was steadily proceeding. "I'm not going to make you go to a dentist," he directed at Yusuke. "Spare you and him the torture. So don't get cavities."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Having a slight tussle, Yusuke was pushed out the door. Yuki smiled. The father-son bond was also strengthening.

"Bring me home some chocolate," were his last words before he closed the door to go upstairs and prepare for the occasion.

"You heard the old man," the punk said, grinning. "Let's go raid for candy." The whole group followed, Keiko occasionally hitting Yusuke for being inappropriately immature. Botan was laughing, and Yuki and Kurama were joining in the amusement.

"Shuiichi-kun!" squealed a voice. "You're so pretty!"

Turning, the group could see a large cluster of girls, skimpily clad in black (some with pointed hats) despite the chilly breeze.

"The dog ears are so cute!"

"They look so real!"

Yuki winced, while Yusuke snickered; Botan and Keiko gave pitying looks to Kurama, who was slightly red. "Thank you Mi-san, Ai-san. You're costumes are… fascinating as well."

They all giggled, turning and posing (although one could see he wasn't trying to look) so that he could spot their attractive curves and such (had he really wanted to). "You really think so Shuiichi-kun?"

"What are you anyways?" Shizuru came up behind Botan. She was dressed in her usual attire, choosing to not don a costume. "Whores?"

The crowd of girls glared. "You're just jealous. We're witches." They gave a collective sniff. Keiko politely turned her chuckle into a cough, at the same time nudging Yusuke to not dare look in their direction.

The older girl sneered. "Hookers." She hit her brother over the head as he drooled slightly. "Wandering hands might have to be chopped off Kazuma."

He grumbled. He was dressed in white pants and a jacket, with some kanji on the back. A wooden sword was held in his hands. "Do you always have to embarrass me in public oneesan?"

Another harsher hit. "Shut up and stop whining."

The girl who had first called out, Mi, approached the kitsune, sidling up to him. "You can come trick-or-treat with us Shuiichi-kun. We're so much cooler than them. We can always have a little fun afterwards." She winked, seductively so she thought. "A little treat…"

"I HAVE COME TO TAKE YOUR LIVES! HAHAHAHAHA! FEAR ME!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" The group of girls screamed, dispersing, and fleeing the opposite way. Botan jumped a bit, but the others were left sweat-dropping.

"Koenma-san? What are you doing here?"

"I was bored. I left Jorge to sort some paperwork." He was in his older form now, still dressed in his normal clothes as Prince of Reikai. "And I wanted to see what everyone dressed up as."

"Fool."

"Hiei? You came?"

"Did you not expect me onna?"

"No, I actually didn't."

"Then you would have presumed right." He grumbled. "Stupid fox."

"Where are you?" She looked over her shoulder to the streets behind her. "I can't see you."

"Hn." His presence disappeared from her mind.

"Come on Yuki!" Botan pulled her along by the arm. "Our first house!" The elemental nodded, slightly distracted.

The door opened once they rang the doorbell. "Trick or Treat!"

"My, my, so many original costumes. A kitsune, the Prince or Reikai, three ningens, one ferrygirl, a hanyou, and two Forbidden Children. How interesting." A woman stood there, dressed in a hakama and blouse, both different shades of crimson, the bottom part of the arrangement being darker. A black gauzy scar was wrapped around her head to hide distinction.

Yuki stepped up to stand in front of the girl, who was taller by some half a foot. "And what are you?"

The woman laughed mockingly. "An assassin." Fire enveloped the two elementals at the doorstep. "Made to kill."

: End Chapter

(1) that is Minority by Green Day. I absolutely do not have any form of ownership over it. Kinda immature, but enough to suit.

(2) No offense meant! Please don't yell at me for this- I got this as an idea from my friend, who was ghetto for Halloween last year (like, wannabe AZN ghetto gang member).

Insaneningen14: I didn't time this out properly for Halloween- whenever I hold up on chapters it's usually because I don't get the intended amount of reviews. AND I'M NOT SORRY IT'S LATE. You guys should be sorry. REVIEWS D--- YOU or else this story won't be done till another year!

And I will personally yell and b---- until I get bored of doing so. Yes, I'm not a nice person at the moment. REVIEW D--- IT!