I surely hope you all enjoy this coming chapter for I want to update as much as I can before finals begin. They begin next week for all you folks out there. So, I'll shall return as soon as I can. Enjoy

Chapter IV: Lonely Pleasure

Botan stood in Lord Koenma's chamber as she watched him, as a toddler, go over piles of paperwork. They both knew though what their real problem was. It seemed Shishio had gathered an army of demons, and they were currently crossing the River Styx to besiege Koenma's palace. No doubt Shishio's infamous general would be leading this army against the Spirit realm.

"Lord Koenma, what are we going to do?" Botan pleaded.

The small toddler only kept only kept quiet as he attempted to formulate a plan. Without a doubt this general would thoroughly destroy any in his way. Koenma had already figured who this general was, and he knew Kurama needed to know.

"Botan, tell Kurama what is happening here. Tell him about the demon general and his identity. Then go find Yusuke's ass and tell him he is rehired for us for a short time. I don't care what my father has to say, for this is a desperate situation now. I don't give damn about his honeymoon," he exclaimed to her.

She nodded quickly before the entire body of the room shook. The armies of the demons were knocking on their front door with swords and axes. Botan, a death god, did not have much time to run away to warn everybody of this impeding doom.

Quickly she created her exit flight as she watched Koenma take his teenager form. Before she could say her farewell, he had come and smacked her rear in turn causing her to fly through the window. Crashing the glass, she looked back one final time, watching Lord Koenma's palace be over run with demons. The slaughter and blood would only haunt behind her eyes as she made way for the Human realm.

Hiei found himself, like so many time before, outside Kurama's window in the now infamous tree in his mind. At first he was quite reluctant when he opened his window, because an all to familiar, but faint, scent of someone took hold of his senses.

The intoxicating smell of that woman; her faint traces teased and played with him as he leapt in and walked across the room. Then he saw what he thought he would never catch a glimpse of again. His katana blade, stained in year old blood, sat upon the night stand, along side Kurama's perfect rose. Why was it here, and how did Kurama find it?

The desperate sound of moaning roamed through the house as it found Hiei upstairs. The origins of this female moaning were downstairs, and now his curiosity needed indulgence.

Silently he left the blade and room, and made his way to the top of the stairs. The sounds of two voices could be heard from the living room. One clearly belonged to Kurama, while the other was some female he did not recognize.

"Kurama, I can't distract myself from the withdrawal. My body needs a distraction. I'm sorry," the unknown woman cried.

As Hiei walked down the stairs he heard the human boy respond, "What should I do to help Saki?"

Hiei found himself drawn by the mere mention of this woman's name. There they both were in the living room in front of Kurama's couch. Hiei watched them from the bottom of the stairs. They sat facing each other on the floor; her soft human face was what Hiei kept his gaze upon for so long. Her face was too much alike; Saya was piercing her way through that body. Something was wrong though, something was lost in her dreary eyes.

"Kurama, please distract me from all of this," she pleaded to the red haired ningen.

Hiei watched quietly as she turned herself into Kurama's lap. From the human male's expression, it seemed quite awkward for him as he slowly placed his arms down finally around her.

"Just a little bit Kurama," Saki seductively stated.

Kurama was uneasy when she moved into his lap. She had moved slowly into him, her hips gliding across the already growing bulge in his slacks. It was quite obvious that his demon nature was reacting to her demon soul buried beneath the human before him. At first he kept his hands away, keeping them above their shoulders, until their bodies slowly eased into each other.

"Just a little bit Kurama," she stated into his ear as her tongue darted out and tickled his sensitive lobe.

Her soft hands trailed up his thighs slowly. Her teasing yet pleading nature were affecting him in more ways than one. Kurama obliged by massaging her arms as a loud grasp of pleasure escaped her.

Saki felt and looked like she was in ultimate bliss with his slow ministrations. It seemed her mind was trying to accommodate for the loss of drugs. As she moaned into his attention, he could feel her petite backside move ever so slightly into him. Thus causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy, pushing them further into this bliss.

"More just like this Kurama. It feels so good," she meowed to him as her fingers gripped into his inner thighs.

As Kurama began to lose sight of everything, a jolt of pure dark spiritual energy was blasted directly through his heart. Instantly he recognized that distinct spirit, and he was not to far off.

Kurama whispered to Saki with a kiss to her neck, "Please wait Saki. I must take care of something first."

"Don't make me wait to long," she erotically stated as she gripped the now fully noticeable bulge.

A low growl escaped him as he used all his might to pry himself from her. As soon as he left the living room, he found the black-clothed fire demon at the foot of the stairs. Quickly he grabbed Hiei and ran upstairs, going in the direction of his bedroom. Once inside, Kurama locked the door to make sure nobody would enter.

"A change in lifestyle now Kurama or is it just taste in women?" Hiei snorted.

Kurama turned to face him with an irritated expression as he replied, "What the hell do you know Hiei? Why are you here and why now?"

"Because I felt it," he replied coldly.

"You're not supposed to be here Hiei. Your place is in the Demon realm, not coming into my life."

Hiei moved over to the night stand and picked up the katana that was lying there when he first came in.

"Care to explain why my blade is here, and why I feel Saya coming from that impudent human downstairs?" his voice laced in pure ice asked.

Kurama was now cornered to explain the situation.

"Hiei, you're right about Saya," he began with a sigh.

After a few moments of awkward silence he continued, "Koenma saved her soul, and placed it within that body. She has no memories of her past life, any memories of you. She is here now, suffering from a drug withdrawal."

Hiei stepped back as his gaze averted away. It was obvious how deep his thoughts were running at this very moment.

Before Kurama could ask anything, his window shattered as a bleak soaked figure crashed at their feet. A slender form, drenched in rain, laid there in the all too familiar pink kimono with her sky blue hair.

Kurama ran to Botan's side as he gently grabbed her. She seemed only half conscious, and her kimono was stained in her blood.

She struggled through her pain to tell them, "They attacked the Spirit realm. We need Yusuke, we need anybody. Shishio's general attacked, and I barely escaped. We found out who this mysterious general is as well."

Both young males turned to her with pure curiosity as to the origins to the one figure that showed any challenge to either former detective.

"Who is it woman?" Hiei snorted.

As her eyes grew heavy she replied slowly, "His name is Kurowa, and proclaims himself the successor of the Dragon of the Darkness Flame."

When Botan passed out after her final statement, Hiei stumbled back at the name. It could not be possible, but it could explain the laughter of his unborn son in his mind lately. That bastard running around, tearing up Mukuro's lands, was using the identity of his child. It was like a cruel joke being played on him, and Hiei did not take jokes lightly.

"What is it Hiei?" Kurama asked the short in stature fire apparition.

After a moment of thought he finally replied, "Kurowa, it was the name Saya and I gave our unborn child before she and he died. This impudent bastard is using his name, and dares to challenge my technique."

"Do you think it be possible that maybe Shishio did something to Kurowa as such that Koenma did to Saya?" Kurama puzzled to him.

The only reply was that of a dramatic grunt in denial to the whole idea. Kurama though would only question who this Kurowa was since he was the one who most likely visited Sake earlier tonight.

From downstairs a screeching cry was heard, that only belonging to Saki. It was a scream of pure desperation, and had both men in motion for the stairs.

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