Covet

Summary: Look only at me. Want only me. Be mine only. Otherwise, I'll break you. Dark!Kurama and Botan.

Warnings: crazy Kurama, strong sexual innuendos, profanities, drug use (no, not those things you get addicted to in real life. When I mean drug, I mean like, plant drugs... if that makes sense), explicit and mostly rough smut (sorry, I just like that kind of thing), kinks, blood and possible gore, kidnapping and entrapment. And because this is a dark romance fic, a lot of insanity and psychological trauma. Not to forget obsession, of course. There's gonna be a very good dose of that.

Due to the aforementioned warnings, the relationship between the two characters in this fanfic will most likely be toxic and abusive. Note that I don't condone this in real life, nor do I support any of the things mentioned above if it's happening in reality. This is only for the sake of the story. If you don't like this, please don't read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.


Chapter 18

"Are we going today?"

Botan's voice reverberated in a booming echo in the toilet as Kurama continued to glide the soap up and down her back in a gentle scrubbing motion. She felt the warmth of his lips on her cold skin as he flipped her long, cerulean locks over her left shoulder and trailed soft, featherlight kisses on the back of her currently exposed neck. Kurama's teeth grazed over the junction between her right shoulder and nape as he rippled out a muffled murmur against her flesh, "Tomorrow. I want you to rest here for the day before we head back to Reikai and discuss the twins with Koenma."

The ferry girl parted her lips to sound out a protest to his answer, only to clamp her mouth shut once more as she realized that she had no rebuttal in mind and that she wouldn't be able to defy him at any rate. Shivering as she brought her knees to her chest and the sensation of icy flesh coming in contact with each other gradually rushed over her, Botan buried her chin into the crease between her knee caps as she felt him proceed to apply more soap to the small of her back. She suppressed a startled gasp as Kurama's fingers teasingly glided down her spine in a steady track, heat puddling in her centre before cooling in an instant as he removed his hands from her and placed the soap back on its original spot on the smaller stool beside him.

Watching his actions through the reflection of the mirror in front of her, Botan could scarcely catch the smell of fried eggs no doubt coming from the kitchen as a profuse surge of awe poured over her. The fox's motions were as graceful and smooth as ever, even as he seized a tender hold around her forearms and gently pulled her back to his chest. Another shudder shot down the base of her spine as her back collided with the hard contours of his front and she observed him grab the soap once more before outstretching one arm over her as he rubbed it up and down all over her torso. He didn't miss even a single nook or cranny as he skirted the soap from her smooth belly and upwards to her breasts, the up and down movements of the soap almost tantalizing as it skated on her flesh and his fingers brushed over her nipples more than once. The unwelcome arousal that greeted his gesture made her knees wobble as a low, delighted moan inadvertently tore out her lips.

"Don't provoke me, Botan," the repressed raw desire was patent in Kurama's voice as the growled out words bubbled out of his throat with the added scintilla of a warning edge. She hadn't noticed her eyes had slid close until she fluttered them open again and levelled her lust-clouded lilacs to Kurama's equally libidinous, dimmed greens leering at her through the mirror. "You always get excited even when I'm just helping you bathe."

Her body gave out another tiny quiver, but she was uncertain whether it was due to the bone-chilling air as it flitted over her bared flesh or the alluring deep baritone of her mate. She stared at the mirror as Kurama began to trudge loving but ardent kisses all over the side of her neck, the warm and wet sensation of his busses causing the fever in the pits of her gut to uplift to newer heights as she forced out a shaky reply, "W-well, I didn't ask you to. I mean, I could have showered myself. There's a shower head anyway. You're the one who-"

"I'd be remiss not to assist you in any and all aspects as possible," Kurama husked against her skin as he darted his tongue out and lapped away at a bead of sweat that trickled down her nape. He dove the soap down between her legs, a self-satisfied smirk spreading on his lips as the ferry girl expelled a startled yet ecstatic cry from the abrupt contact. "Not when your body is normal, and especially not when you're pregnant," he articulated in a calm manner, despite his hand smearing her sex with the soap and his lustful emeralds hungrily ogling down at the reflection of the mirror as bubbles continued to form over her pink slit. He made sure to 'accidentally' sweep his fingers over her sensitive bundle of nerves for added effect, his sharp canines biting lightly into her skin as Botan echoed out a high-pitched, drawn out moan from his ministrations.

"You're acting as if you've never scrubbed soap all over yourself before," Kurama remarked in a teasing voice, the playful iota palpable in his timbre as he drummed out a low, amused chuckle against her skin.

The ferry girl aimed a heated glare on him, though the icy glower lost its intended effect as a bright pink shade tinctured her cheeks. "Maybe if you don't try to make each time we bathe together sexual, then I wouldn't have to feel weird about this," she managed to coerce herself into enunciating the snappy retort in the midst of her sharp, breathless pants and her pleasured moans. "And you just took a shower. Do I really need to reiterate that I don't need you babying me like this?"

"I wouldn't want you to slip or anything of the sort," he supplied in a brisk instant, his voice imbued with intense affection but merging with a speck of want. His delicate scarlet eyebrows furrowed into a deep, frustrated frown as he thwarted the impulse to take her. A few seemingly long-lasting moments passed between them before he appeared to recoup his presence of mind, his carnal desires scurrying beneath as his love for her resurfaced once more. His shameless smirk was replaced with an affectionate smile as it slanted at the corners of his lips. "And this is the closest I would get to seeing you react like this for the next few months. Although sex isn't particularly a bad thing during pregnancy, I wouldn't want to be too rough or do it too often that I would end up wearing you out. And it might have an adverse effect on the twins, though demon babies don't exactly function the same way human ones do."

She permitted herself a moment of reticence as she considered his words before slowly directing a suspicious pair of narrowed lavenders at the fox. "And you're telling me you can hold out? With how insatiable you are in bed, I surmised you wouldn't be able to control yourself."

He eventually released the soap and went to grasp the bottle of strawberry-scented shampoo seated at his right. He then allowed himself a final gentle but loving kiss on the flushed skin of her shoulder blades before glissading his fingers over one side of her jaw and craning her head slightly to the side to meet his lips in a brief, chaste kiss. "If I was able to restrain myself for years from touching you, how laborious would nine months be? And the sex being nonexistent is fine with me as long as you remain by my side nevertheless. Of course, if you were to initiate the first move, I would be a fool not to respond in kind."

Botan drew her lips tight as she caught the mischievous glint in his verdant-colored orbs and the sultry, lopsided smirk tugging at one edge of his lips as the implication of his words sunk into her skin. But she didn't resist as he placed a tender kiss over her hairline before flipping the lid of the shampoo bottle open and pumping out the contents onto the surface of his palm.


"I don't really know much about demon infants, Kurama." Botan's voice echoed in a barely audible murmur in the room, the hint of trepidation and trace of unease patent in her tone as Kurama flicked the blow dryer on and went to dry the ferry girl's slickened sky blue strands.

He didn't answer at once as he examined the lustrous wisps of cerulean wafting in time with the warm gust of wind emerging from the blow dryer in his curled fist. He relished in the sweet scent of her vanilla fragrance as it intruded his nostrils before he eventually supplied an answer, "Well, like I mentioned prior in the bathroom, the pregnancy duration is the same as humans in general. You will be carrying these babies for nine months. Albeit, their growth is abnormally fast compared to humans once they're out of the womb. It takes them six months to become teenagers really. This can vary depending on the kin of the infant though."

"Oh." Botan positioned one hand on her stomach through the loose, white dress shirt Kurama had proffered her. An intense flurry of demon-mixed-spirit energies streamed in her insides, then she felt warmth shroud around her heart as brewing maternal love struck at the middle of her chest. "So it'll take them six months to turn into full-fledged teenagers. I wonder how they'll grow up to be," she pondered idly, her sudden thoughtful remark more to herself than to her mate as a fond smile inclined at the corners of her mouth.

Kurama scrutinized her for a few moments as she began massaging her abdomen in a tender gesture and hummed a rather joyous tune from behind her throat. Male pride swelled in heart just in time for the self-satisfaction to fuse with a potent flush of glee and devotion as he conferred her an amorous kiss on the top of her head. "They haven't been delivered yet but they already have you wrapped around their fingers. I must say, I am quite envious."

He detected the fermenting spate of apprehension in the restless oscillates of her aura before it could even perturb her pools of amethyst. The radiant beam of motherly love diminished from her vibrant lavenders, replaced with dimmed purples as fear disquieted her preceding emotions.

He let slip a knowing smile as if he was aware of her line of musings before he finally turned off the blow dryer and left her another doting buss, this time on the shell of her ear as he whispered the soothing syllables, "Do not fret, my dear peony. I will not do anything to harm them. After all, they are my litter as well." The slant on his lips broadened ever so slightly as he sensed her consternation abating, giving way to a vigorous rush of relief.

Or at least one of them. He added in his thoughts as he speculated over the probability of one of the twins being Youko's for the umpteenth time that day, but wisely opted not to voice his suspicions out loud. In any case, even if Youko managed to father one of them, they're still Botan's. I will not let any harm befall them and I will not do anything to hurt her...at least not to that extent. A flicker of sadistic pleasure flashed in his faded peridots, the humanity in them stripped away as his mind briefly recalled the events of Shouji's death and the conspicuous dread in Hiei's normally indifferent rubies. He felt the soft tendril of Botan's hair brushed against his cheek and blinked away the sinister undertones in his gaze to once again adopt life into his eyes as his endearment towards her shone through.

"What if," Botan paused to gulp down a lump in her throat before suppressed invaded her verbalized concerns, "I can't live in Reikai anymore? I'm pretty sure Koenma-sama won't let me stay there, if only to keep me safe. God knows what the Reikai higher ups are capable of doing."

The redhead traced her elbow before coasting the pads of his fingers along the cotton fabric of the shirt she was clad in as he glided his hand downwards to her lower arms before reaching to cup hers. His digits intertwined with hers, the ferry girl hesitant for a fleeting second before eventually complying and letting him interlace their fingers together.

"If anything happens to you or the twins," he started, his demon energy spiking up as bloodlust coursed through his veins and a feral, animalistic growl resonated from his chest, "I'll tear every last one of them apart. Even if Koenma orders Yusuke and the rest to subdue me, I will end all of them. I don't care who I have to destroy."

"Of course you don't," she scoffed, venom perceptible in her bitter retort before she could stop it from scratching her voice. "You never do. Not anymore."

She could distinguish the prominent insanity disrupting his composure as his emeralds shimmered a dangerous, menacing red. His violent torrent of bloodthirst rotated off his aura and prickled through her skin like metallic needles and cold ice-picks as the ambience around them tensed and took a murderous approach. The sensation was made worse as she felt their joined senses spiralling his lethal sentiment down her gut, bile crawling up her throat as she caught only the vague sounds of his thoughts ringing in the recesses of her mind. All of them were laced heavily with the steady intent to kill and only served as a propellant for the nauseating feeling pooling in her stomach.

Kurama was an enigma, no matter how connected they were due to the rules of the mating binds. His mind was an unfathomable depth of emotional baggage, and even if she were to try and read through him, her efforts would regularly prove to be fruitless. She was certain not even Hiei's Jagan eye nor her link with Kurama were proficient in disarming the nearly invisible barrier safeguarding the deeper pits of the fox's subconscious. They only knew what he wanted them to know, and Botan could only be made aware of the emotions he would deliberately send her, not the ones he desired to keep her in the dark with. There were a couple moments before though, when his feelings overpowered everything else and slipped through the cracks of the walls he built around his mind, too poisonous and fierce to keep restrained as they threatened to swallow her down whole. During these fleeting lapses of self-control, she would be able to hear his mind and his more than often pitch-black thinking would choke her out of breath.

She felt like she would become demented. Felt like her sanity was chipped away little by little with each moment.

And yet, the worst part of it was that she still clung to the pleasant memories of their memories from way before everything turned into a bloody and toxic mess. She grasped at whatever hope she could find that he was still the same Kurama she had known and grown to adore then love over the years. It didn't help that he ascertained to be kind and gentle with her whenever she reckoned that she had had enough of him. Other than several topics and that one gruesome, terrible incident with Shouji that would resort to him reverting to his unstable demeanor, he was the Kurama she had been friends with for years. The Kurama she had admired and pined for from afar for as long as she could remember but never dared to pursue more out of fear of ruining their friendship and the peace the boys had struggled to maintain.

How could two completely different bearings exist in one person? Then again, Kurama was the epitome of everything contradicting piled up into a living being. He was the devil personified, yet the saint incarnated all at once. He pushed and pulled her, and broke and mended her, and god help her, she could feel herself slip away by the minute.

But he was capable of reading through her like a book, as if it was as effortless as breathing as he always apparently knew what went through her subconscious. Mating binds or not, the gears in his head worked in far better ways than hers did and he would figure out every bit of information in her mind even if she didn't want him to. If anything else, the link simply intensified and confirmed his inspections of her musings.

She calmed down as soon as he reattained his equanimity. Then what was before a tornado of murderous notions disordering her mind dwindled into nothing as his features became as unreadable as ever once again. The dulled greens relapsed into their flamboyant jades as a devoted smile slowly sloped at the corners of his lips. He seemed to will his demon energy into quieted frissons as he recaptured his composure.

"Like I said before," he droned, his deep baritone oddly neutral, "regardless of what happens, I will always be here with you. If Reikai opts to exile you from its realm, know that you always have a home, here with me." He disregarded the thin layer of sweat that had beaded over the surface of her now clammy palms after his prior short-lived loss of control as he raised their joined hands to his lips and trailed consoling, featherlight kisses all over her pale white knuckles. "Still, it is quite a...demanding duty to raise demon children in the human world. I was thinking of having us stay in Yomi's domain for a while until they've matured to a point where they can control their powers."

That caused her to crease her eyebrows into a deep, befuddled frown. "You were fully capable of controlling your demon energy back when you were younger, Kurama." Granted though, she was only aware of his earlier life as Shuichi Minamino.

"That's because I was already a full-grown fox demon...well, Youko is anyway," he briskly corrected himself, and Botan could briefly catch the sight of his lips flattening into a single thin line of muted chagrin fused with silent jealousy before he shortly repudiated the sentiment. "When Youko merged with me, while it was true that I possessed demon energy even back as a child, Youko's experience kept my powers under control and gave me the advantage of knowing how to manipulate them properly. He's a demon adult after all, but pups can be a different matter altogether. Most tend to run amok if not taught how to utilize their strength properly. And only other older demons can educate them on that. Demon energy does not function the same way spirit energy does."

"I see." She pursed her lips forward in a thoughtful manner as she halted mid-sentence to allow the newfound information to register itself into her brain before considering something else. "Why stay at Yomi though? Couldn't we just stay here and…I don't know, send them there whenever they need the training? I don't really enjoy the prospect of being surrounded by demons."

He claimed her mouth in a short-lived, reassuring kiss as if to alleviate her concerns before withdrawing after a split second. "Back when Youko was younger, he was...hungry all the time, to say the least. I need not remind you that demons used to devour humans as a food source back during the dark times. It's a natural-born...impulse of some sort. Even so, while not all, a fair amount of demons have abandoned that lifestyle as it's not exactly an instinct that cannot be suppressed. But demon children in particular are susceptible to giving in to these urges. Youko was an avid consumer of them up until his teenage years when he started deriving pleasure killing them for sport instead of eating them." Kurama's voice was as poised as it regularly was, even as he could perceive the color draining from Botan's face as he mentioned Youko's former horrid choice of food source, along with the fox's sadistic habits and interests. "Albeit I am not exactly partial to the idea of my other half having his hands on you," There was repressed displeasure latent underneath his level-headed timbre before he collected himself, "I fail to find a reason to blame him as he was very young, thus thoroughly vulnerable to his hunger."

Botan attempted to snub the horrendous imageries of Youko's fangs around a mortal's neck, blood in his mouth and his clothes as he tore the appendage apart that had managed to intrude the lull of her subconscious. She also tried to brush off the mental picture of him playing a game of cat and mouse with his human prey as she took some moments to collect her thoughts.

She was no fool. She knew where the conversation was headed. "So you want to keep the twins in the demon realm, so that they don't end up hurting anyone here." And she would have to stay there as well, because she would be damned before she would let herself be a neglectful mother and become rarely present in their lives. That, and also because I'll really end up losing my marbles if I stay here by myself for too long. She inwardly continued in her thoughts, but shrewdly chose not to voice them aloud.

"Yes." He had loosened their intertwined fingers to study the rosy pads of her digits. He could sense that her opposition to the suggestion was rapidly waning. "At this point, Ningenkai is nothing but a huge hunting ground for them. It's a better alternative to have them stay in Makai. And Yomi is the only person I can trust at the moment."

"What about your mother? Your job here at your step-father's company?" Botan prodded with more questions, curiosity transparent in her melodious voice.

"I'll return here from time to time to visit her. In regards to my work at Kazuya's company, I suppose I would say that...I earned a job offer in America or something of the sort. I'm sure I can come up with something."

She regarded him with a raised, inquisitive eyebrow as a dubious smidgen entered her amethyst irises. The ferry girl wanted to ask him if he was confident that he would be able to pull off such an elaborate bluff, only to push down her scepticism as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks that he was already accustomed to showering his human family with his fabrications of the truth. He was used to lying through his teeth since birth - she had no doubt that he was completely capable of carrying out anything so that they would remain oblivious to his true identity.

"Shiori's not going to know about her grandkids then," Botan muttered under her breath, voice absent-minded as the revelation penetrated her head.

"Unfortunately no." She caught a fleeting, faintest hint of a bitter smile before he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the knuckle of her ring finger. "And even if there were to be a scenario where she'd be permitted to meet them, it's not as if I can exactly explain their abnormal growth to her at any rate."

"And what if I could stay in Reikai?" she threw out the inquiry, even though she was well aware herself that there was a slim chance of it happening. She could see from the minutely complacent, crooked smirk grazing his lips that he recognized it as a fact as well.

And true to her suspicions, Kurama's line of musings went about the same way she would expect. Oh, I highly doubt that, my sweet vixen. The slant on his lips widened just a little, but he decided to humor her nevertheless. "Then I suppose Koenma would have to give you a less busier schedule in the hopes you wouldn't find it too burdensome to juggle the struggles of being a mother, be able to be with the twins, and retain your position as a ferry girl all at once."

"...I feel like you're taunting me," she murmured under her breath, drawing her lips tight into a deep scowl as she discerned the feigned pensiveness in his timbre.

He stalked his thumb over the soft skin at the back of her hand for a fraction of a second before slacking his grip on her just in time to feel her fingers skim out of his palm, letting her as she vehemently pulled her hand away from his grasp. "My apologies," he articulated the words in a gentle voice as he extended an arm to tuck a few strands of her blue hair behind her ear. But Botan could tell that he was less than sincere.

Kurama was perceptive of the strained atmosphere around them before he then resolved to attenuate the tension in the air. "I reckon that Hana is done with cooking our meals by now. Shall we head to the dining area to fill our stomachs? I must say that I am starting to feel rather famished myself."

Botan exhaled a hushed, defeated sigh as she noted the change of subject, but was grateful for it nonetheless and didn't bother to resist as Kurama held out a hand for her to take - which she did without much reluctance as he led her out of the bedroom.


"Ooohh, that smells nice," Botan's voice chimed in a delighted, excited beam as her eyes darted here and there to scan the various foods neatly placed on the table. Hana spun on her heels and undid the knot of her apron behind her back just in time for the ferry girl to enthusiastically skip over to her seat. She dared not look up to meet Kurama's aloof gaze as she went to fold the apron over her right arm.

"Please do enjoy your meal," Hana endorsed a polite tonality as she bent her back forward in the form of a respectful bow. She was about to amble out the dining space when she felt fingers firmly wrapping her left forearm. Taken by surprise by the abrupt contact, Hana whirled her verdant orbs to catch the sight of Botan's hand clutched around her as the ferry girl fluttered her eyelids in a slow, confused blink.

"Where are you going?" Botan asked in a perplexed inflection before she stood up from her chair and proceeded to usher Hana towards the one across from her. She coerced the plant into taking her seat on the chair before Hana could even utter out a protest. Her voice was a stern reprimanding tone as she went on, "Come and sit down with us, Hana. You're the one who prepared this anywho. And even if you weren't, it wouldn't sit right with me to have you eat somewhere else."

"But I-"

"Hush now. We're eating together, and that's final. Stop acting like you're a maid."

But I sort of am. She thought but stifled the musing from leaving her throat. Warmth grabbed at her sides as Botan's hands lingered on her shoulders for a brief moment before she eventually pulled them away and trudged around the table for her seat. She perched herself on the chair as Hana spared herself a fleeting, dithering glance at Kurama who was at Botan's left. Although he wore a relatively detached guise, Hana could distinguish the shred of infinitesimal irritation quiescent underneath his apathetic greens.

He was putting in diverse types of ingredients into his bowl of rice when he spoke, "That's right, Hana. Please do join us. We would love to have you at the table with us." His voice was tinted with ostensible amiability as he simulated a cordial pretense in the form of a warm, almost unnatural smile - or at least it was unnatural to Hana, considering that she was accustomed to him giving her the cold shoulder instead.

"Yeah, okay…" she mumbled under her breath, still uncertain and nervous as she noted that Kurama was clearly opposed to the idea. But one look at the never wavering, impertinent grin on Botan's visage implored her otherwise. The ferry girl's slant was genuinely friendly and sincerely welcoming - unlike Kurama's forced civil posture - and Hana felt compelled to give in.

Nevertheless, she ascertained not to steal Botan's attention too much from Kurama as they continued to converse over the course of the meal.


A/N: Is it just me or are my chapters as of late are quite lackluster? Lol. Not really sure to be honest. But putting that aside, I actually wanted to include Koenma in this chapter, but I felt like the scene with him and Kurama and Botan talking about the twins would be too long and it would drag out this chapter - even though this is probably the shortest update I've made on Covet as of yet ever since I've returned to FF. That, and I have a splitting headache lmao. But Koenma will appear in the next chapter for sure.

RadianceU- Lmao, I can imagine the panic you must have felt being reminded that Kurama was still there. He can be so scary really. Hmmm...I wonder lmao XD. Not gonna give too much exposure about the future, considering that it would be considered spoilers lol. Still, Hana's relationship with Kurama/Youko is a rather awkward one I would say lmao. And yes, in a way, Hana is Botan's therapeutic session during this entire ordeal. She's literally the only reasonable and sane voice around Botan to be honest. Other than the twins, she's going to be the flicker of light that Botan needs to get through Kurama's madness, and Botan is going to be the one who gives Hana the love and friendship she needs. And thank you! You're a sweet person. I hope you take care of yourself as well. :)

saillovelypines- Nah, he's not gonna be an abusive parent. His kindness, in a way, is only given to Botan and the twins. Though he undoubtedly cares about Yusuke and the rest, other people are really just collateral damage if they become a liability to his plans. The only ones he cares enough to be incapable of harming, are Botan and the twins, along with his human family. (But they don't really have big roles in this fic.) Funny you mentioned that architecture is your childhood frustration, considering it's the course I've been studying ever since I've entered college lmao. And aw, don't say that. You're strong too! And thank you, dear. :)

Howdy Aamy- Thank you! I hope I'll be able to deal with the stress of being an intern as well lmao. I'll make sure to update and reply whenever I can, though I don't make promises. I'll be sad with my future busy schedule as well to be honest. And yes, Hana can tell that it's really just a defense mechanism at this point that Botan's just decided to go along with Kurama's schemes lmao. That and she's pregnant so she can't do much about it either. Yes, Kurama's fucked up lol, it's scary because he seems to know everything and utilizes that to his advantage. He knows Botan has nowhere else to go. I guess you could say that he's a sadist, but he also loves her so that's why he likes to play that toxic pull and push concept with her. You know, the thing about Botan being the object of his love/obsession, it's honestly easy to switch the roles because she obviously has a strong effect on him. Kurama's gonna want to keep things civil, though I can't say the same with Youko because we all know how straight-forward he can be.

kyoandyuya- He's crazy, simply put lmao. I think the thing about obsession is how easy it is for people to become too immersed in it to the point that their thoughts become unreasonable. And what you said about polygamous relationships is completely true. There's obviously going to be a lot of jealousy and displeasure when it comes to sharing a loved one, especially when in some relationships the unequal amount of attention tends to stem a lot more envy. Youko and Kurama will have to deal with each other even if they don't want to.

Tashio- Exactly. The people who said that polygamous relationships are fair and harmonious are really just blatantly lying, I feel. Granted, I'm not trying to generalize any relationship and there might actually be healthy polygamy families out there, but jealousy, hostility and resentment are common, recurring themes to see in a harem. And that's true, communication is key is amplified even more in this case. Like you said though, Kurama and Youko are not exactly the types to easily cave in and relent that easily. They're both possessive creatures as well, so fighting over Botan regardless is inevitable. Of course, Botan still has some degree of power over them, therefore they'll have to comply and do what she says in a lot of occasions later on. And about that part of the manga, I am ashamed to admit that I literally forgot all about it lmao, considering how long it's been since I've reread the manga. I do remember it happening though, but that didn't happen until you mentioned it in your reviews. Hmm...I'll consider that. It honestly depends on whether I can or can't implement that in this story. Which means, depending on whether I do or don't, this story can either be canon or semi-canon.