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"Perhaps you should have been more cautious Momo?" Her grandfather offered, an amused look on his face as he sat in his hospital bed. Grace scrunched up her nose, refraining from rolling her eyes at the older man. "I didn't know he would do this, I just thought he would try to kill me or something."

At her grumble her grandfathers eyes went sharp, "Are you so eager for death?" She sighed, looking him up and down, he looked exhausted eyes that were normally bright with wisdom sunken in. "I use to be." At her answer he frowned. "What ties you here?" She shook her head, letting her eyes roam over him then thinking back to the old southern man back at home.

"You would have been around to watch over uncle Vincent…. now? You and he does, the moment you're no longer of this world i see no reason to stay." His frown became more intense. "If we were both to leave this world at this very moment, i would want you to live on for us."

She shook her head and his eyes went dark, "I wouldn't want to…" He cut her off harshly. "You listen here Momo and you listen good, you will not kill yourself or seek death when were gone. If you do I will haunt you every moment of every day." She sighed, eyeing him before nodding. "I will no longer openly seek death, or kill myself, even after you're gone."

It was a hard thing to say, almost choking her up a few times. She honestly hadn't wanted to live, she still didn't after everything she had been through. She just wanted peace, no drama, no crazy shit happening, just peace. "I just want peace." Her grandfather smiled at her mysteriously.

"Do you believe there is peace in death?" Her answer was instant. "I know there is, i had felt it before being ripped away." After her death she had been wrapped in a tight blanket of hope, love, everlasting happiness. Only to be ripped violently away and thrown into the body of a tortured little girl.

In all reality Grace, she was that little girl, the girl was only younger, sweeter. Her head rested in her hand as she peered thoughtfully at her grandfather. "What would you have me do?" Her grandfather glanced at her. "Do you find his demon boy attractive?"

Well he certainly wasn't unattractive, "Perhaps." Her grandfather chuckled under his breath, eyes alight in amusement. "Why not attempt to get to know him then?" Grace grimaced, "I already know him though..." He nodded, thoughtfully staring at her.

"What aren't you telling me?" She sighed, clearing her throat. "His touch calms my mind, it…." She bit her lip and her grandfather looked overly interested now. "Oh, that's certainly something… It scares you."

As him pointing this out Grace huphed, "He makes me think like I did before everything. I feel normal, I don't like it. I've found comfort in my insanity." Her grandfather had fallen silent. "Is it peaceful?" She went very still, her grandfather smirked.

"So he touches you and you feel at peace, this scares you because the moment he lets go your insanity comes rushing back, you don't want to get use to the feeling of peace." Grace hissed, standing quickly to glare down at her grandfather. "How?"

He watched her with a cool gaze, "You do not need to fear peace Amani." She flinched away from him at the use of her middle name. "If it can be given to you without death what is the issue?"

She bit her lip, "What if I let him hold me to long, then he lets me go and I succumb to the insanity. What if I can't take everything I know, I've been through, while sane?"

Her grandfather hummed lightly at her in understanding. "Well, accept him… allow him in. I doubt you would be given such an opportunity if it would break you more."

Grace crossed her arms over her chest at this point, leveling with a bland stare, "If I were to go further into insanity?" Her grandfather grinned, "Ill watch over you, it'll be the first time I've ever been wrong." she rolled her eyes but sat back down. One leg placed over the other as she peered thoughtfully at her grandfather.

"I will think on it." Her grandfather smirked as she turned up her nose at him, "We both know you'll give in eventually Momo, and when you do you have my permission to be happy."

She grunted at his words, "You speak as though I need, or want your permission. Which I don't." She did kind of want his permission, but well she wasn't about to tell him that. Her grandfather just smiled knowingly at her, something she rolled her eyes at.

"Grace!" Her eyes moved to Shiori who had just walked in with to trays of food. "Shiori." Said women grinned as she sat down her grandfather's tray. "You didn't tell me she was visiting today Devan."

He simply chuckled under his breath. "It was a surprised for me as well." Shiori brightened turning to Grace. "It's so good to see you again. I should be discarded in a few months, perhaps we can have that get together?"

Grace nodded immediately. "I wouldn't mind, also why so long?" Shiori wrinkled her nose distastefully. "They have decided to run tests on me, can't understand how I suddenly recovered. I agreed for the sake of them hopefully finding a cure."

Grace snorted mentally to herself, but made no outward noise. "Mother?" Grace blinked twice in surprised. "I'm in here dear." She hadn't heard Youko, frowning softly at this she let her eyes move to the redhead who stuck his head into the room.

"Ahh, there's our little mate. Why didn't I feel her?" She blinked, "He must have been being quiet for a change." She was slightly curious why she hadn't felt him as well.

"Perhaps because we have yet to consummate our mating?" Kurama offered after stepping into the room. "This is your son Shiori?" Devan questioned, a smile on his lips. Shiori grinned. "Yes, this is my Shuichi."

"Mother why aren't you in bed?" Shiori rolled her eyes at his worry, giving him a loving smile. "I'm fine Shuichi, I decided to visit Devan, Grace's grandfather." Kurama's gaze turned from worry to calculative, eye's moving over Devan silently. Glancing at Grace before stamping a pleasant smile on his face.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," He bowed and Devan chuckled. "Really the pleasure's all mine, it's good to finally meet Shiori's son and my granddaughters cru.." He cut himself off, amusement in his eyes as Grace gave a rather loud cough.

"Are you positive Uncle is the only one suffering with dementia Grandfather? Perhaps we should have you checked." Shiori's eyes lite up, a sly smile falling over her lips. "Oh, well this afternoon just got so much more interesting."

"He was going to say crush red!" Grace twitched at Youko's excitement but other then that let her usual lazy gleam appear in her eye as she schooled her features into a blank look. "Since everyone seems to be ganging up on me today, I shall leave before you can fully do so."

She stood, Shiori just giggled behind her hand. "Why don't you walk her out Shuichi dear? I'm sure you have better things to do then sit in a hospital with me all day." Neither got a chance to protest, Shiori had already kicked them out of the room, closing the door behind them.

"Mothers on our team, see red I told you she was the right choice." Kurama didn't respond, he simply looked down at Grace who gave the closed door an annoyed look. He leaned down, whispering gently in her ear. "It appears even our families know we belong together."

She shivered at the husky way it came out, eye's going comically wide as she stared at him in disbelief. He just chuckled at her expression, straightening when a nurse came around the corner.

"Would you like to spend the day with me? We can discuss in further detail about our current situation." Grace grimaced at the thought, eyeing him silently. "You have my permission to be happy." Grumbling to herself she turned on her heels, walking away. The redhead following after her immediately.

"I still say we should take her, Koenma knows better than to interfere with mating." Grace's shoulders stiffened as Shuichi spoke. "While I'm not entirely against the idea….."

"What the fuck is this?" Grace though to herself as Shuichi continued. "She's been held captive before, i do not wish for her to lump us into the same category as her murderer, She should feel safe with us Youko. Not like she's imprisoned."

Grace blinked twice at his words, stopping suddenly when Youko added in his own opinion. "Your right Red, but how do we get her? She won't even acknowledge we exist half the time." Shuichi hummed under his breath. "I find it curious that she stalked us for so long, but now that we have shown interest she's intent on pulling away as well."

She slumped forward in defeat, eye's moving back toward the redhead who had stopped to look at her when she had stopped. His eyebrow rose as she completely relaxed her body, closing her eyes she reached out her hand and took him in hers.

Flinching at the sudden lost of her insanity, Kurama's eyes widened as she turned to look back at him. "Fine, well talk." She then released his wrist, eyebrows pulling together when her insanity came rushing back. It took longer then usual. "Don't tell me grandfathers right, he's never going to let me live this down."

I'm ending this chapter here everyone, hope you guys enjoy! Constructive criticism is always welcome, Till next time.