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NOTE.
This chapter is dedicated to Her Awesomeness T.K. Yurikoto for giving me the idea of pulling Youko into all of this. Thank you, T.K.

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He's restless. He's thinking too hard about something, I can tell. He always gets like this when he's thinking too hard about something. He probably spent the whole night pondering something idiotic like the meaning of life.

It annoys me. He worries about the stupidest things when he gets like this. How many times do I need to tell him that I am well aware that our mission is dangerous for it to sink through his thickened skull and into his head?

His mother called last night. From what I can gather of their conversation, it went something like:

beginning: happy greetings
midsection: tense but friendly conversation
ending: . . . rather unpleasant

He was mumbling about telephones in his sleep last night, before I finally got to sleep.

I consider that to be on the odd side.

And now he has me pondering such ridiculous things as telephones. My question for him is why he so loves a human woman that causes him to have dreams about telephones. This is weakening him.

He would be terribly off in Makai. There, he would be snatched up by a powerful demon not unlike his hidden Youko, a demon looking for an easy supper. Painful thought processes cannot be allowed there. There, there is only power and survival.

The very thought of Makai puts me on guard and clicks my senses into a mode of alert, though I remain stuck in Ningenkai with an ally currently acting as bright and cheery as a ghost. Joy.

These humans and their antics are getting on my nerves. I do not appreciate being greeted and treated as a human. I do not appreciate being greeted and treated as a teenage human. I do NOT appreciate being mistaken for Kurama's lover. This gives me a strong urge to kill someone, which cannot be sated here. This infuriates me, though I do not show any outer difference in moods. Death comes easily to those that show their feelings, their weaknesses.

Which is why, at the moment, Kurama is disgusting me. Perhaps I should let him know. Yes, I think I will.

"There are more worthwhile things to do than sit on a bed all day, you know," I call to him from across our room where I am practicing swordplay in the corner.

"Which is why I'm thinking at the same time."

Interesting definition of multitasking.

"You would be killed for taking the time to do that in Makai."

"Yes, I suppose I would."

"This doesn't bother you?"

He shrugs, raises an inquisitive eyebrow, and his eyes narrow. Very good, get aggressive. "What of it?"

"It's hard to picture Youko Kurama as dead, that's all." I allow arrogance to flow freely through my voice. I've had enough of his pointless listlessness. I will shake him out of it, even if it costs me a few scratches.

A huge, terrible energy envelopes us. "Please tell me," he says in a low hiss, "what color hair I have."

--He slowly crumples to the floor, drawing himself majestically up in a position easily lending itself to either attack or defense--

"Please tell me,"

--and raises his right hand, prepared to draw his whip at any second--

"whether I appear to be less than six or more than seven feet tall."

--and his front foot shifts forward, leaning his body into a powerful arc suited beautifully to battle--

"And please tell me,"

--and he sneers--

"If I,"

--and his eyes gleam with unleashed darkness--

"am,"

--and suddenly, his voice has changed.

I gasp against all my will. "Youko."

He drops his attack-position, crosses his arms. Amusement fills his face.

"Well, this is curious."

In a second, he has slipped across the floor to stand in front of me. I do not move. I refuse to show signs of fear to any adversary.

"Ah. . . Hiei-san. I've been wanting to meet you again for the longest time, you know. He laughs quietly when I reserve comment on his statement. "No, you were never very talkative."

My chin is cupped in the three longest fingers of his right hand and forced into an upwards tilt. He leans down, our faces inches apart. He speaks in a whisper.

"He's quickly regaining control. But I do wonder. . . Who are you, to make him feel like this?" His cool fingers slide upwards to appraisingly caress my lips, and I am frozen.

He disappears.

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Hi all! Lilacs is back after a much-too-long pause. Xwaves furiouslyX

Sorry about the relative shortness. But I hope you all liked the Youko action, ne?

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