A rhythmic dripping ran through the corridors of the only jail in all the worlds to enforce the act of torture. Without one light through the whole place, every inhabitant had to learn to adjust to the darkness, accepting the fact that they were basically blind. However, for most, the darkness was not a problem, for they were the only demons that could see through the dark silhouette called shadows. And that's exactly what they were. Shadow demons.

The deeper you went down the dank halls the worse the demons got. That's because it was all the closer to the torture chambers and the inevitable death, unless they were released which was a long shot for these people. For to end up in this one jail that was seemingly a curtain away from hell, you had to commit the deadliest, most heinous of crimes that hard labor would be way too kind to the creeps. So they came here, to rot and be tortured till finally they die or be let loose. Of course, being let loose isn't all that good either. There aren't many things to do in the outside world when you're considered a deadly felon. Not many people will like you.

Sitting in the only dry corner of its cell, sat one of the deadlier people of the jail. This demon did something so bad that its cell was close enough to hear the screams of the tortured down the way. This demon had been inside that cell for so long memories of the outside world were depleted. All except a couple of faces, some were loved, some were hated, and some were suddenly undecided for certain reasons. They were the most interesting to this felon.

A scuffling sound was heard, signifying that the demon stood up. Light footsteps went across the floor, stepping in a few puddles till the demon was standing near the bars. These bars had special powers to them. They were coated in some anti shadow metal that didn't allow shadows demons to convert and escape. Every shadow demon in there found that out the hard way. For the other demons their bars were extremely strong and unable to bend, dent, or anything. That particular metal was quite rare, and quite expensive.

The demon touched one bar, its cold spread to the hand and down the demon's arm. If anyone could see, slender fingers were gripping the bar, as if pretending it could pull it out of the floor. But in fact, the demon was thinking and deciding something extremely important in its head.

"Tonight…" A stream of thoughts ran through the demon's head but it rested on one. The break out.

Later

"Get to sleep! Yer yabbering's too loud!" A security guard (who also did something bad to put him in such a place but was paying that debt off) walked down the corridor which was quieter than anything else. That same demon was sitting in the same spot as before in the day waiting for the right time. As the demon thought, another demon in the cell across the hall spoke up

"You really gonna go through with this?" A rigid voice came whispering to the other cell, being sure that he wasn't heard.

"You know it."

"You're crazy, you'll never make it." A light laugh came from the other demon's cell, death being too little to him now from the time spent in the cells. The other demon laughed a little too.

"I'd rather die with at least a glimpse of the outside then in the torture chambers."

"Whoever said you'd make it that far?"

"I don't know. I guess it all depends on what happens tonight." The demon rose to a standing position and got ready.

"I'll make a note of it to not listen to your screams, you know, out of respect." The raspy voiced demon could be heard lying back in his bed, ready to fall asleep.

"Thank you for that. Go on ahead and plug your ears." The simple command made not only the demon in the conversation plug his ears but also a few other demons who were wordlessly listening in on their talking.

Then, a blood curdling scream was heard through out the long and dark hall, causing every bat in each crook and cranny to wake up and shriek themselves.

Then, a rainfall of footsteps came cascading down the corridor, getting louder and louder. Yes, the plan was unfolding.

'Never in my life did I ever think that I'd be walking in the grass again. I find it quite astounding that I could escape that place without even using my own powers. I have so much to do now that I'm out, so much to see, and so many people to find. I'm sure most of them would be pleased after my disappearance all those years ago. I've learned a lot since that place, and I can't wait to share it all with the one and only…'

A crack broke out in the forest. The slender girl of darkness froze in her movements and her thoughts. She felt an old yet familiar presence near her. Slowly turning around, a fragile smile broke its way out into the moonlight from the girl's face. Strangely, she felt warmth from this light, seeing as how she hadn't seen light in a while. Another crack came to her ears and a large amount of adrenalin ran through her veins, even the smallest of unfamiliar excitements could effect her now.

She dropped her arms to her side slowly, trying to make it seem unnoticeable that she was reaching for a weapon. Suddenly, an up roaring cloud of dust surrounded the girl and the shrill cry of an animal left the rest of the forest animals to scurry.

As the dust settled, a vision of gore was revealed to the inhabited grounds around her. In her hands was the bloodied corpse of a small rabbit, its guts sliding down her arm, coating it in warm blood. Looking at the girl, that same, sadistic smile was on her face, a few drops of blood splattered here and there. The girl laughed lightly, missing the feeling of causing another's death. Where she came from, you paid dearly for things like that.

The girl dropped the animal to let the foxes get it. She walked through a clearing in the forest to meet a hill leading down to a huge bustling city below her. Her previous smile had been lost on her face only to meet a new, less aggressive one. She looked down in high hopes, knowing she should find him there, and if not, at least some good answers.

"And now, on to Tokyo."

The girl walked through the crowded walkways of the town of Tokyo, following her senses to where she hoped to find someone really special.

"Never expected him to be in the human world. Being as stubborn as he is, I thought he would be somewhere in Makai all alone." The girl kept walking, her long hair blowing in the wind nearly tripping a few people. It's length was quite marvelous. Seeing as how she was never allowed to have pointy things scissors were out of the question. Her hair actually met the ground longer than her own height, that's why she had to keep a brisk step as to not trip on it herself. Another feature that astounded the people around her was how freakishly pale she was. Although, her complexion was honestly understandable since her skin hadn't touched light in years. Her gray clothes stained with strange colors and a few sizes to small for her made her stand out more as well. This girl was in fact a walking water cooler conversation waiting to happen.

She ignored everyone's clear and evident stares at her and continued on following her hunch to an apartment complex. She took a large breath before continuing on.

"Maybe I should mess with him a little. Yes, that seems like the right thing to do." As the girl walked up the stairs to the correct floor, she reached into a pocket and took out a handkerchief.

'If he has any damn memory of this thing he better know to not lose it.'

As she walked in front of the door with the strongest power behind it, she could hear loud voices behind it, none belonging to the one she was so familiar with. But it didn't matter, she knew he was there, it just troubled her that she couldn't see him right then and there. She tied the handkerchief to the door knob and gave a light rap on the door. When she heard footsteps coming, she disappeared into the shadows, finally feeling the sensation of that ability rush back to her for the first time in a while.

"Yeah, who's there? Huh?" Yusuke had stuck his head out into the hall and found no one there. He walked out and looked over the railing but found no one. It was sort of strange because he still should have been able to see the person who knocked on the door seeing as how there wasn't much space to run to on the third floor. He shrugged and turned around at his friend's wondering voices. When he did, he saw a white handkerchief tied to his door knob. He looked down at it before finally untying it and walking inside with it in hand.

"What's that Yusuke?"

"A cloth with the letters KCS on it in gold. And then some weird symbol." He handed it to Kurama who had gestured for it. He looked at it carefully and determined that the lettering and the decorative embroidery around the edges were real gold. He passed it around to everyone to look at till Kuwabara tried handing it to Hiei who just scoffed it off till he saw a glint come from it. He grabbed it from Kuwabara and looked at it for a very long time. He lifted his head in astonishment.

"What the hell?" He whispered. Someone had opened a very old can of worms and Hiei wasn't ready to face it.