Chapter 5:

Kurama's eyes locked with the stranger standing on a thick branch. Finally, it seemed like it took ages, Kurama looked away with a blink. He quickly looked down to the brush in his hand and studied the patterns along the metal hilt.

He didn't feel too comfortable at the moment. He hesitated and then hastily looked back up at the stranger. But, somewhat to his relief, he saw that the stranger was no longer there. But he didn't know if he should feel so great. If the stranger wasn't there anymore, he only had to think….where did he go? Perhaps he's a friend of Youko's? Possibly…

Kurama got up off the sill of the window and walked towards the door. Maybe he should find Youko and ask him for himself.

But then he stopped at the entrance and thought for a moment. Should he really leave his room? At the moment he wasn't really in the position to do something else wrong.

He turned around and looked around his room. The walls, the ceiling, the everything that was visible to the eye was made purely from wood, everything thing except the bed and blankets. The bed was made out of thorn-less vines wrapped together loosely and the blanket was made from cotton and whatnot.

Kurama sighed and closed his eyes while running is hand through his thick red mane of hair.

But he suddenly gasped when he felt a pair on curious hands on his waist. His eyes widened as he felt the hands move to encircle his whole waist and pull him into an embrace against someone. He stood there for a moment, trying to guess who it was…but he already knew it was Youko.

He started to get tentative when he felt the hands roam him a bit unnecessarily. He quickly threw himself forward and broke away while trying to remain on his feet.

"Youko how dare you! I-," Kurama stopped short once he made eye contact with the person. That was no Youko…it was man he had seen outside…

Kurama steadied himself and tried to quickly reclaim his composure…even though he couldn't do it without looking a bit flustered.

"W-who are you? What do you want?"

"My, my…that's not a very friendly way to talk to a guest, especially when you are one yourself. Now come here, love. I wasn't done with you just yet,"

Kurama stepped backwards as the man advanced on him.

Before he knew it, he was by his window, cornered. Then he did something that was out of pure desperation. He quickly climbed out the window and fell onto a branch just short of his window. He quickly got his balance and started crawling to another floor.

He quickly studied the structure of the tree. There were rooms that were boxed in, and some that wall no walls, very…interesting. Soon Kurama reached an open room; he quickly climbed onto the platform and crawled to a door. But before he could turn the door handle, someone grabbed his hand and pulled it away. He heard a dark chuckled behind him and went cold.

"Perfect room, pet," The man chuckled.

Suddenly the door to the opened, and Youko stepped in casually. "Kuronue…what are you doing?" Youko asked questionably.

"Oh nothing…just trying to get a feel of your new pet…but he doesn't seem to obey very well,"

"Yes, I know…but that will be changed soon,"

Kurama growled angrily. He did not enjoy being talked about in such a way. Especially when he knew that they were talking realistically. Then he quickly gathered up the courage to say something.

"Actually, it won't be changed, I'm afraid. I'm not staying here…I have other things to get to. It won't be long before the others find me,"

"The…others?" Kuronue asked, obviously confused.

Youko laughed. "The Spirit Detective,"

"Oh really now? The Spirit World thinks we are no longer. Trust me when I say, this is the last place they would even think about looking,"

"They will…I know it,"

"Yes, of course you do. Now go back to your room now, I believe I have no more need of you at the moment," Youko said with a smile.

Kurama started to leave, but something panged inside of him. Something he was forgetting. "Oh yes…" he said to himself.

"Master Youko, may I take leave?" Kurama said while getting on both his knees in front of Youko.

"Mmm…does he always get on his knees for you?" Kuronue asked.

Kurama's cheeks burned red as he stared to regret even doing this.

"May I, Master?" He repeated, his cheeks blushing deep crimson.

"Yes, you may, pet," Youko stated slowly. "And be good tonight,"

Kurama, being totally humiliated, slowly got up and walked to the door and opened it, once the door was closed. He broke into a run…