Author's Note: Here is the second chapter, and I sure hope you enjoy. The steam is rising, and Hiei hasn't showed up yet. He plans to make a brief appearance in the next chapter, but not fully until chapter four. Hiei and Saya, for reference, did have a son, and he plays an intricate role in this story. winks You'll like it I'm sure. Just remember his name was Kurowa and you'll be fine.

Enjoy and I don't own what I didn't create originally here.

Chapter II: Cleaning the Dirt

A week had passed since Kurama had that fateful encounter with Saki. He worried about her condition everyday, but he knew he couldn't force her to leave the life she was addicted to.

The phone rang suddenly on early afternoon, tearing him from his silent thoughts. He picked up the device to answer, but all he could hear was sobbing.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Please come. Saki, she got hurt. A customer started beating her and all. She won't come out of her room, but I found this number. You're her boyfriend right? Cause we fear she might be doing her heroin again, and way to much this time."

He only gave a few seconds to thought before replying at the edge of thought, "Yeah, I'm her boyfriend. I'll come over right away to help her."

Not long after he found himself at her door again, but this time it was locked. It was quite simple to pick at with his small vine plant hiding beneath his sleeve. He had to be careful and make sure none of the women prostitutes were around to see him. Any human catching sight of such a magical ordeal would frighten them beyond belief, and he would never hear the end of it from Koenma.

As he heard the lock come undone, a scantily clad woman came up behind him.

"Are you the boyfriend?" she asked a bit shakily.

He slowly opened the door open as she asked, and the smell of blood and a small cry could be heard. Kurama couldn't allow this woman to get in his way. So, he let go of the doorknob and turned to the exotic dancer. By her voice she must have been the one who called.

All she ever gave was a smile before he used Youko's speed to reach around and knock out the frail young woman. He caught her perfectly clean body gracefully before she hit the ground and laid her down upon the cold hardened floor. As soon as she was on the floor, Kurama crept through the door to find Saki.

The room was a complete mess as clothing and miscellaneous materials were everywhere. The mirror next to the door had been shattered, and the shards were covered in blood. He quickly moved into the main living room to find a female body sprawled on the ground. Her face was hidden away by her luscious black curls. A small pool of blood had formed around her head upon the floor as it stained the white carpet. Bloody hand marks were plastered along the glass table, carpet floor, and along her blue silk robe that barely covered her torn body.

He moved the table away so that he could sit along her side. As Kurama turned her onto her back, he found a needle in her arm deeply. Slices and cuts were danced upon her body, and a nice gash pooled the blood near and upon her head.

"Damn it Saki," he sighed out loud as he began to use his spirit energy to clean and heal her wounds.

Kurama could tell by her eyes that she was high once again on heroin. Underneath the robe, her scantly lingerie was covered in blood. She moaned, with half-glazed eyes, as her body slowly healed with his herbal medicine and spiritual energy.

Saki regained consciousness eventually to awake to an unusual scene. She found a red haired young man attending to her pain as she lay in a haze. It was such an unusual scene for her wounds to be healing rapidly as the pain began to fade. At least it felt like that in her drug induced dreamy-like haze.

Then the fear began to take over her as the entire situation frightened her senses. The entire even was taking her drug high and throwing it to a deep abyss. Her body suddenly convulsed in instinct as she kicked and began to scream to move away.

"What are you!" she screamed in horror.

Kurama knew her frantic behavior would not go away while she was drugged up with heroin. So, he grabbed her by the wrists forcefully to bring her to him.

"You will only understand once your mind is clear," he replied.

Forcefully he grabbed her arm where the needle only was a few moments earlier. With his spiritual energy he applied unnatural pressure to the arm, but more so to her blood. Eventually she calmed as they both witnessed his power. The heroin alone emerged from the many fresh wounds she inflicted with the needle over the past week.

"I am a human, but I am possessed, or rather fused, with a fox spirit, and an old spirit at that too. Do you understand?" he calmly explained in a whisper into her ear.

Saki only nodded in reply as she felt herself regaining control of her body.

Her window shattered as a bleak aura seeped into the room. Kurama pushed her to the ground in time as he felt a pair of claws sweep by in a heap of shadows. They took several strands of his blood red hair as the impish demon screamed in failure of not drawing their blood.

"What's going on?" she screamed.

"Stay put," he replied as he stood to face the lingering shadow.

Before in the mist of shadows a simple imp demon flew. Why would it come? Had it, or its, master figure out who Saki was? No matter what though, it was Kurama's place to protect her.

Kurama removed a rose from his luscious hair as he stared down the demonic eyes of the imp. With his spiritual energy he snapped the rose into a vine whip. Saki could not believe her eyes, yet it all seemed right even in deep confusion.

It all happened as quickly as he only made one swift move and swing against the creature. As quick as two strides the impish demon had dissolved into a pile of ashes. He turned to Saki to only find her watching calmly.

"Are you alright Saki?" he asked nicely.

"I'm fine I guess," she staggered as she rose to meet him face to face.

Kurama caught her in time before she fell again. A small chuckle escaped her as she peered down to the stained carpet.

"Listen, I want you to come with me. More of those creatures and more powerful ones will come for you," he explained.

"I'll go if you explain to me what you are and what that thing was," she spoke softly.

He owed her that much in explanation. The only thing he would leave out was Hiei and Saya for her own benefit.

He replied, "Alright. I do owe you that much."

A few minutes later, the exotic broken room lied silent. For the only two lively figures within were now walking down the street away from the modern day brothel. Kurama kept her close while he held a bag of her clothing over his back. Over the course of their walk to the bus stop then the ride to his place, he explained, quietly, what he was, the different realms, and the forces working to get their hands on her. As they walked up to his apartment she seemed rather deep in thought. He opened the door to the silent dark place allowing Saki to go in first.

"Are you alright with this all?" he asked as he shut the door.

She kept her back to him with a whispered reply, "For some reason I feel rather calm when you explained it all. I understand your position Suuichi."

"You may call me Kurama, and thank you for understanding."

Kurama slowly led her upstairs to his room to be able to get some much needed rest as he had decided to stay in the living room tonight. They both stopped when she knelt to examine the perfect rose growing at his bed stand.

"Kurama, can you help me escape the mistakes I've made? I want to stop the drugs and everything else that I've done wrong," she whimpered.

He replied, "Of course Saki. It would be nice to see you live a normal life again."

She turned quickly and threw herself upon him, in turn knocking them both to the ground. There he was with Saki on top of him, and by instinct alone he cradled her in his arms.

"Kurama, help me quench this fire," her voice sang seductively to him.

He could only close his eyes as he imagined as to what she meant. Her hands trailed down his buttoned shirt as they slowly removed them. Kurama couldn't resist touching her milky skin back, slipping beneath her shirt to feel what felt like perfection.

A moan escaped Saki's lips as she came down to Kurama's own. It seemed quite apparent that she was sensitive to the slightest erotic touch from a man. Kurama took advantage of this by slightly making contact to her skin to watch her moan even more, as she laid so close to his lips.

Her hips were now moving in a circular motion into the bulge she felt through his pants. All she wanted was feel him touch her everywhere. He made her feel like she was alive with his seductive teasing with his fingers along upon her back.

"Show me, make me explode with ecstasy with your power Kurama," she pleaded with a naughty voice.

There was that carnal need for her again. With that need he changed positions with her and placed himself between her legs as he ran his hands down both bare legs. Once again she moaned with a slight throw back of her head. He knew this was wrong, because of who she was. It was almost as if he was betraying Hiei and her, but he did not care at this very moment. Youko would make him not care, because she was perfect to curb his appetite and he would curb hers as well.

His hands dipped beneath her the front of her shirt to tear it open at once through the buttons. The moment of which this occurred, a gasp of desire escaped her as she pushed her chest up to him.

Kurama leaned into her chest as his tongue was finally able to taste her sweet skin. His hands explored her ivory skin as they feathered over her lace bra.

"Please, take me away," she pleaded with her eyes glazed over.

Having no knowledge of her past life and to Hiei only made his carnal desire grin with triumph. By the gods her frailty and weakness pulled him into her. His hand dipped down her body and then beneath her pants. The feel of her silky panties against his delicate fingers were most exquisite. He could feel her growing desire with the growing dampness. Her scent was intoxicating. Kurama wanted to devour that sweet scent entirely. His fingers moved along the silky material with perfect precision over her most sensitive area of her entire being. A quiet moan escaped his tender prey as she dug her nails into the carpet beneath her.

Just when he was about to tear away the rest of her clothing, a chilly wind passed them by and took flight for the kitchen. He knew right away who this was, and he was looking up immediately. Saki still lied in her haze of passion when he ran his hand across her eyes. Instantly she was sleeping in his arms, and he laid her upon his soft bed.

Quickly he walked downstairs to the kitchen. Before him, upon the counter, sat an enticingly dressed woman with a fox tail and ears. She appeared to be sharpening her claws on her drawn sword.

"Tenshi," he said calmly.

She turned to face him with an almost betrayed and aggravated expression.

To continue…