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Chapter 2

Hiei frowned looking down in to her pleading cobalt eyes that were filled with a depthless sorrow that went to her very soul. Growling a little, he wanted nothing more than to slap her hand away and remove himself from her presence permanently, but his curiosity would not allow it. Why? What made her act like she was? Did the foolish onna not realize that he was not her friend? Quite on the contrary he was her would-be assassin; if he so chose to he could easily end her life in about a dozen ways in less time than it would take her to draw the breath to scream. Still he couldn't seem to say "no" to the eyes that reminded him so of Yukina in that moment.

"If, and I do mean if, I stay you will tell me your story." he stated. It wasn't a question and wasn't meant as one. He wanted answers; damn her, and he was going to get some one way or another. Slowly Kagome looked at the youkai she barely knew and nodded. The well was sealed and the Shikon no tama was gone so what harm was there in a story? "It all began on my fifteenth birthday..."

oOo

Hiei glanced at the onna sleeping restlessly on couch where she'd fallen asleep after recounting her adventures until the early morning hours. Some of her story seemed too astounding to believe, but her eyes and thoughts held no lie. She truly had been the Shikon no Miko he'd seen back then and her story of how she learned about him was nothing short of shocking to someone like him. Why should a Miko care about any forbidden youkai children? Let alone a mean little bastard like him?

Miko warriors like her were an extinct race, so why was there one in modern day Tokyo? Kurama would probably be very intrigued to know of her existence. He'd also wager that the annoying toddler god of the Reikai would probably give a great deal to learn of her current location. Perhaps the information would be worth his freedom and Kurama's. Maybe even a full pardon since he would be assisting the Reikai of his own free will.

There was just one problem to his plan. If she had turned out to be anything like the evil being he had thought she was long ago, he'd have no problem seeing her locked away for the remainder of her frail human life or dead. However now that he'd met her, he was being forced to reconsider everything he had thought he'd known about her. She was not evil nor was she malicious or treacherous. In fact she was sincere in every way as far as he could tell and with the Jagan it was typically very difficult for one to hide their true intentions. The Jagan had a way of knowing whom he should look out for and it had been oddly calm and rather quiet around her. It hadn't even warned him of her presence in the room upstairs, so clearly she was no threat.

He just couldn't bring himself to betray the woman. Even if he didn't trust her, she had treated him with respect and kindness. That was something he'd never experienced before from any human aside from Yusuke and on occasion Shiori, Kurama's mother. He could never repay her good deeds to him with evil, it just wasn't in him. He held his honor quite tightly and that would definitely tarnish it in his eyes.

Deciding that it was past time to leave; Hiei moved silently to the door and slipped out into the night. His thoughts were flooding with the story she'd told and the images he'd picked up from her mind as she'd spoken. It had been strange: one moment he was locked out of her mind completely and the next the barriers fell away like parting silk, leaving him to view her memories as she spoke. That had never happened before, especially since he had been unable to pry further into her mind besides the memories of the story she told.

Absently he reached for the hilt of his katana as it was somewhat of a comfort to him. But his hand met air. Now that he realized that he'd forgotten his katana once again he was already standing in the tree outside of Kurama's apartment. He growled at himself tersely; berating himself for being so distracted. If one human onna could make him forget his katana, twice, he was going to end up getting his fool ass killed. What was wrong with him today? Hiei clenched his fists angrily as he forced his mind to focus once again and not to think of those big blue eyes the color of a summer sky at dusk. He snorted softly, now he was thinking poetically? Kurama was going to pay...

Not bothering to knock even in the wee hours, Hiei slipped in to the bedroom of his team mate through the window. Seeing the red haired avatar's bed empty he sighed. Damn, where was the blasted fox when he needed him?

The feel of a foreign object climbing up his leg made him jump and reach for the weapon that was not on his hip. A low chuckle made him stop short, as the vines succeeded in tying him up firmly. "Your guard is lacking my friend," a teasing voice said in his ear in a low rumble. Hiei glared hard over his shoulder at the youthful man's face.

"Untie me this instant Kurama unless you wish me to burn myself free," he stated with a tone that carried the promise of his words.

Kurama quickly complied, though slightly surprised at the fact he'd managed to catch the apparition so easily in the first place. Hiei seemed shaken and off balance, something that Kurama had never seen before. More shocking that the rest was the empty sheathe at his side. Hiei never went anywhere without his weapon except the few times his sword had been broken?

Shaking his head Kurama walked past the other man and paused in his bedroom doorway. "Well Hiei, come on in. You look like something is weighing on your mind." He said as he led the way down the stairs from his loft bedroom to his living room. "Make yourself comfortable; I'll get us a drink." Kurama stated as he continued to the kitchen.

Kurama was what one would call an avatar as he shared his body with the spirit of Yoko Kurama which was where he took the name. In truth his body housed three consciousnesses those being: Shuichii the human soul he was born with (who rarely spoke up unless he disliked the behavior of his counter parts), Yoko a 1500 year old kitsune bandit (the dominate, although rarely in control of the body) and the hybrid soul that had been born of the two merging Kurama (the persona that was outside making him appear more human than youkai). Each had its own personality and abilities which made Kurama a very complex being. Lately though those differences were not as pronounced. ~Brood on those thoughts on another time.~

Kurama gathered up two sake cups and two ceramic flasks and some his finest sake and began to prepare them. Hiei had never voiced a preference to whether he liked sake warm or cold, or if he liked it at all, but since Kurama preferred the sake cold in the summer that was how it was kept. While he worked setting everything on a tray with a few beers for a choice, he considered what could possibly be bothering his friend enough to leave him as unfocused as he was. It wasn't like Hiei to lose focus, not at all and it frankly worried the avatar. Something that could affect Hiei like that was troubling indeed. While it was highly unusual for youkai, perhaps Hiei had contracted a strange disease.

~Or perhaps it's a female? ~ Yoko piped up from the back of their shared mind. Yoko paused thinking it over before snorting in amusement ~or not~.

It was a trait that came from being a kitsune. Kitsune loved beautiful things and had a tendency to collect them as one would collect knickknacks; even more so a beautiful female. Most kitsune were considered rogues and Casanova's since they never tied themselves down to any one female. The terms though well deserved were incorrect. Kitsune were not just looking for an easy fling but for a female that could keep pace with them and one who could bear strong offspring. Kitsune were often hunted and even young ones had to be strong in the Makai.

But the question made Kurama pause. It was highly unlikely. However, a female might just shake up the apparition if she was an exceptional being. However if such a female existed in the Makai, then how was it possible they had missed her? He was well known in many circles as not just a famous bandit having taken up the habit from Yoko, but a lover as well. He prided himself on the fact that he was so well known and that all females worth having in the Makai knew of him.

Unless it was a human woman...He nearly dropped everything in his hands.

~Easy Red, that stuff was expensive! ~ Yoko snapped using his knick name to get Kurama's attention. Yoko was a silver kitsune with silver hair and citrine colored eyes. The name was Yoko's way of making fun of Kurama's hair; which was the color of a red rose and eyes that were greener than an emerald. Though very vain himself, Yoko thought the colors a little too ostentatious considering they fought with a rose whip; a fact that often led to questions regarding his sexual preference. While it was true that Yoko had once taken a male lover to spite his family and their ways, both he and Kurama preferred females. Kurama shook himself and went back to where the apparition waited.

"Took long enough," Hiei snapped as he folded his arms in front of him impatiently. He was in a foul temper and waiting on the avatar had done nothing to improve his mood. Hell, he didn't even know why he had come to Kurama's apartment to begin with. All he knew was that he had met an onna he had lost his composure over and didn't have a clue what to do about it. He frowned. Thoughts like those made him sound like a simpering fool. Maybe he should have killed her...He still could if he desired to, but damn it the woman had been kind to him. Ugh, he was so confused.

Kurama set the tray on the table and Hiei grabbed a can of beer. He had never been one for the pomp and circumstance humans had for drinking. Kurama had tried to teach him drinking manners, however he just found it a nuisance when he could just pour and drink, himself. The apparition seemed deep in thought and Kurama knew that sooner or later Hiei would say something that would give him a clue as to his thoughts.

Kurama sighed as he sipped the flavorful wine. Silently they drank their chosen beverage and were lost in thought.

"How long ago do you think the last powerful Miko warriors died out?" Hiei asked, sipping his drink slowly letting the flavor roll over his tongue, before swallowing it and savoring its burn. Hiei enjoyed a good drink, even though the alcohol wouldn't touch him, his body would burn it away first. Still the familiar feeling of the beverage's chill spreading through his body before turning warm seemed to steady him a little and he took another swallow.

Kurama tapped his chin thoughtfully listening to an inner dialogue while he poured himself another drink.

~That was random, Red. What's wrong with the hybrid, asking about Miko all of the sudden? ~

*I haven't a clue Yoko.* Kurama mentally shrugged.

~Well- ~

" According to Yoko, the last of the really powerful line died out after the Shikon no Miko disappeared from history just before the war. The others weakened through the centuries. Nowadays those trained in similar ways have very little power and are of no danger to even a low level youkai. You know that as well though so-" he paused glancing at his friend thoughtfully again "why do you ask?"

Hiei ignored the question and took another drink. His lips turned down in a thoughtful frown as something occurred to him. He took another long drink of his beer, polishing off the can, before speaking again.

"Were all Miko trained to hate and destroy our kind?" he asked instead.

Kurama frowned at his question "as far as we've heard." He paused listening again to Yoko.

~He's gone crazy Red. Miko were created to destroy our kind. Except I seem to recall one who was different, the legends say she even loved a hanyou. What's he asking for? ~

"All except one. And she, as the legends say loved every being with equal fervor never judging or condemning, even a hanyou." Kurama repeated aloud to Hiei as he set his cup on the table and leaned forward. "But again, Hiei, why do you ask? These questions couldn't have something to do with your current state of mind could they?" he asked trying to draw out the answers he was now very curious to hear.

"That is not your concern." Once again Hiei ignored his question as he took another can opened it and took a long slow drink of the beer. Many thoughts were flooding his mind once again. The Shikon no Miko, Kagome; she was indeed gentle and fearless as the legend stated but she was fragile as well. Something that didn't seem to really fit the tales of the "Unconquerable Warrior Priestess" who defeated Naraku he'd heard about while growing up.

Yes, there was no doubt that the young woman he'd met was powerful, but she, beyond everything was just a human woman. However, now that he'd met her and heard her story he could see how such legends were born. But stories didn't change the fact she was human. He hated the ningens of this world greatly. So why then, did her face hang in his thoughts as though somehow engraved there?

In his mind he could still see her head bowed in sorrow as her tears flowed in seemingly endless trails down her cheeks for his suffering. Still she baffled him. She was a human, a Miko. Surely she had better things to do than follow a strange jyaki just to see the youkai on the other end, even at the cost of her life. He had thought her to be pitying him then until she had told her story and now... Why had he allowed her to live again?

Kurama was ready to begin pulling his hair out with irritation as Hiei's silence continued. His curiosity had been piqued and there was nothing more that the notorious thief liked better than a puzzle. But at this moment Kurama just wanted answers. Damn it, how often did someone bring up the Miko Warriors, ever? Never! They had become the monsters that youkai mothers threatened would come to take bad little youkai children away if they didn't listen. Miko powerful like them were feared but most likely extinct so why all the questions?

*He met one Yoko; a Miko. I don't know how he did it but he met one! *

~Not just any Miko Red, think about it: Hiei met a Miko warrior and lived. He doesn't smell of human blood and no orders have come for his capture from the Reikai, so it can't be just any old Miko. Impossibly he must have met her, The Shikon no Miko. ~

*What?! How is she still alive after all this time? Do you think she mated herself to a youkai to maintain eternal life?*

~That's unlikely, since such a thing would have been quite the scandal indeed at the time. Plus if my memory serves according to legend she had been constantly around an Inu hanyou. Ask him. I have to hear this. ~

"Tell me Hiei, what is she like?" Kurama asked, observing the apparition intently. His emerald eyes gleamed in anticipation of Hiei's answer. There was no way Hiei was going to sidestep him now.

Hiei frowned. "What makes you think my problem is a woman, Fox?" Hiei snapped, crushing his second empty can in one hand. He reached for another can and ripped it open with a dark scowl.

"Don't play games with us, Hiei. I know you must have met…the Shikon no Miko. She must have been unlike anyone you've met before, that's why you are so off balance. She made you question everything, didn't she? You can't lie to me Hiei."

Kurama was not overly surprised, when the crimson eyes of his friend narrowed to mere slits and he gave an annoyed huff, his contained jyaki reflecting his irritation. Kurama merely smirked in triumph. The apparition had given him an affirmative answer with his reaction and now Kurama had him right where he wanted him, for answers. It would do Hiei no good to deny anything and the glare he was getting let him know that Hiei knew it as well.

Hiei knew when Kurama smirked that he'd asked too much, but it was far too late to take anything back. The damned kitsune must have guessed everything. Caught again in a damned trap, only this time in words and not plants, Hiei had never felt more a fool. Kurama could be trusted in everything, except women. It was almost a guarantee that he had just given the fox the idea for the chase of his life, but he didn't know that Kagome was young and that detail was not one he would give up easily.

Damn. He hadn't meant to be so obvious. It was the woman. He was certain of it. The onna must have slipped him something to make him careless and lax. At least he wanted to believe it though he'd seen her eat one of the sandwiches too and so that idea was shot to hell. What woman in her right mind would eat her own potion? She would have had to have been waiting for him, to pull a trick like that and he was certain that he'd startled her when she walked into the room, so again that theory was shot to hell.

Knowing that Kurama was soon to begin asking questions Hiei snatched the last can of beer and glared at the kitsune until he got up and got a few more cans from the fridge. The alcohol was his fee for the information and the look on Kurama's face showed that he knew that more than his thoughts spoke. Angrily, Hiei opened the Jagan so he could fully converse with the red head telepathically, while he continued to drink.

^What do you want to know? I will answer your questions until these cans are gone and then I will never speak of her to you again, ^ Hiei's voice snarled in Kurama's mind.

Kurama knew he spoke the truth so he didn't waste a moment launching in to the many questions he had. Choosing his words carefully he began to question Hiei. Even though Hiei had agreed to speak of her, Kurama knew that should he become offended, the conversation would come to an abrupt end.

"I'm dying to know, how did you meet her?" Kurama asked first.

^She followed me from town to the trees in the park. She seemed very curious and her thoughts were completely guarded. It was frustrating ^ he answered honestly having nothing really to hide as long as the avatar didn't ask how to find her.

Kurama thought that bit of information over and tapped his chin. "Did you speak with her and did she seem as the legends say: gentle and accepting? Was she youthful looking or old and wizened?" Kurama asked as he took a sip of his sake.

Hiei frowned; deciding that what he'd experienced was for him alone and even on pain of death he would never reveal it to another soul. Those tears had been for him alone and he would not share them. Even if he never saw or spoke to her again he would, deep inside where no one would know, treasure them.

He was typically not the type to treasure anything except his sister Yukina. But this had been something different. Though he had been furious at first at her audacity, after hearing her tale he had seen it in a different light. No, he would not reveal her story for it was not his to tell and the words that she'd spoken so full of pain still echoed in the deepest parts of his mind hidden far from the prying Jagan. It would not reveal his secrets or hers.

^She was willing to die for a chance to see a youkai again. She said, it had been a year since she has had contact with youkai. I threatened her and left, that is all. As for her attractiveness, I have no eye for human beauty but she was well preserved. ^ Let the fox chew on that. Hiei knew that the fact he had avoided answering directly would bother Yoko and he grinned mentally at how the fox was likely steaming and ranting in Kurama's head.

Kurama did not question him further, though he knew or at least suspected that there was more to the encounter as it would do him no good and only irritate his friend.

"I see. It must be very lonely indeed for her having lived five hundred years alone without the youkai she was so used to." he said with a sigh. "I wonder how it is she survived for so long? Do you think it is possible that she slept with a youkai to gain longevity? It's said there were several at least who tried to pursue her, she must have been very beautiful when she was young." he mused quietly to himself.

Forgetting himself in the burst of temper that followed the avatars words Hiei spoke harshly, "She is untouched and she is young. She was a mere victim of the whim of the fates." His jaw snapped closed as he mentally cursed his stupid tongue and temper. Glaring at the sake on the table in front of the avatar, he heated the small portion in Kurama's cup to just shy of boiling just before the avatar took a drink.

~Careful! Red that's- ~

Spluttering at the scorching heat that burned down his throat and burned his tongue, Yoko's warning came too late ~ -hot. ~ Kurama coughed. He should have known better than to bait a fire youkai, he had a nasty temper and an almost flawed sense of justice. He did not wonder at the reason for his punishment, as it more than likely pertained to the Miko they had been discussing. Apparently, Hiei had taken offense to him implying her to be impure. Interesting, the Hiyoukai had never reacted so violently or suddenly to defend anyone else Kurama could think of aside from Yukina.

Perhaps, just perhaps; the tales of the Miko were true and Hiei had given into her kindness in just one meeting, as he was certain any youkai who gave her the chance would. Conceivably by this, that would mean that she would accept any of them unconditionally. And that she was untouched and retained her youth was just too good to be true!

~If the legends of her are true then she can heal a broken heart, Red. Yusuke should meet her if that's true. That Keiko did a number on him. He could use a friend like her. ~ Yoko said casually

*That's very generous of you Yoko, you want to give us competition?* Kurama replied with a mental raise of his eyebrow.

~Oh please Red don't insult us; between a Mazoku who has been dumped by his girlfriend and lost his only family and an emotionally constipated apparition who knows nothing more of love and kindness than he learned from Yusuke, we couldn't possibly lose~ the kitsune spirit said arrogantly with a smirk curling his lips.

*Lose more than our lives or against them? This is the Shikon no Miko we are talking about. What makes you certain that we won't just get purified, she's hardly a woman worth dying for* Kurama argued incredulously.

~Wrong Red, she is a woman worth dying for. Her power is legendary and her love? Think about it, if we won that we would be invincible right? ~ His tone was serious with no hint of the playful nature he often had with Kurama.

Still though they had no clues as to what the Shikon no Miko looked like except for the brief glance Yoko had caught of her while her group had been traveling through his domain just before he decided to leave Musashi, now called Japan. He hadn't seen them as worthy of interest then and so paid very little attention to the members of the entourage. All he could really recall of her was hair the color of midnight and a slim frame. He now wished he had at least caught a better view so that he knew whether she was plain or pretty for himself. "Well preserved" told him nothing.

*We know nothing about her though. How do we know she'd have any interest in us, Yoko?*

~We know she's was willing to die for a chance to see the firefly and if she is lonely what more do we need to know? ~

*What more indeed.* Kurama said doubtfully. He wasn't certain of why the kitsune was so keyed up to have this woman when they could have their pick of any woman they desired but if Yoko was pursuing her by default he would be too.

As Hiei caught Kurama's wayward conversation, he snarled and slammed the can to the table; disappearing as swiftly as the blink of an eye. Kurama noted with a groan and a rueful smirk that Hiei had not failed to take the unopened cans with him. It seemed that he always lost more alcohol that way. Perhaps he should stop buying the best and settle for the cheapest...

oOo

Hiei was livid; no, not at Kurama but at himself. Why had he thought that the fox, of all people would be the one to ask about the Miko? Now he just felt stupid and worse like he'd placed her in a perverse sort of contest in which he and the Detective were to face off against the kitsune and each other in vying for her affections.

Damn him! He didn't want her in that way! Even he knew the onna deserved better than this. After hearing her tale, his respect for her had jumped leaps and bounds. Even he had to admit, at least to himself, that the idea of someone so accepting was tempting and perhaps even one like himself could come to care for the Miko who cried for him. He had lied though, about her looks with as much truth as he could add to the lie so that it wouldn't be detected.

The truth was, Hiei had found her incredibly beautiful. A male would have to be utterly blind not to. Honestly, he had been slightly disappointed that she had changed out of that ill-fitting uniform, but at the same time he was glad she had as well. As a male he found her very unnervingly attractive. She was like a goddess made flesh in his eyes though he'd rather have his tongue cut out than admit to it. The last thing he needed was to be losing control over any human onna; especially that one.

He was the Forbidden Child. No onna let alone a Miko would ever come to care for anyone like him. If that were not enough he had also mastered the dragon of the darkness flame which was a creature so evil that he was certain that even she would never be able to accept it. Yet it was a part of him and so she would have to, if were he to allow her close to him. More and more the whole idea seemed ridiculous and foolhardy and he resolved never to see her again so that she would never have the chance to reject him.

Hiei cursed silently as he found himself standing in the very door way of the shrine he'd left not four hours ago. He had been once again lost in his thoughts as he ran. The door was still unlocked so he let himself in. The woman was awake and curled in on herself, her head hung low. On her lap rested his katana, the once pristine mirror-shined blade sprinkled liberally with her tears. He frowned at the sight.

She had not heard him enter and had not sensed him either. Hiei found that to be troubling as he could have killed her by now in at least fifty ways and she would never had known. Moving like a shadow he took a seat on the chair across from her and watched her silently cry.

Never in a million years would he have suspected what happened next. One second he was watching her suppurate and the next she had launched herself into his arms. She clung to him as though her life depended on it, her small hands twisting in the fabric of his cloak. Vaguely Hiei was aware of the sound of his blade dropping to the floor but at the moment his mind had zeroed in on the girl weeping into his chest and the words she was speaking. Everything in him demanded that he push her away to stop the unexpected physical contact however-

"I was afraid that I'd made you up. I was so afraid that I'd never see you again, Hiei. I was so relieved when I saw your sword was still there. It was the only proof that I had that you are real. But, then I worried that something might have happened to you and I had your sword."

Her words were garbled but Hiei managed to decipher them. And then he froze, all thoughts he'd had before went out of the window as her words sank in. She had missed him, worried for him, she was crying once again for him. It was a strange thought that anyone should miss a mean thing like him but he could see it clearly from the gentle soul still clinging to him.

Awkwardly he patted her back, trying to offer her a measure of something he himself had never received: comfort. He felt rather uncomfortable, but continued to allow the girl to stain his cloak with the same crystalline drops that she had shed earlier, after all in a way her tears belonged to him. She had given them freely and he had accepted, so he allowed each and every drop to be absorbed in to his cloak where he would keep them forever. True, they could never be valued as the tears of his kind but still they were priceless to him and though no one would ever know the truth, he did.

Hiei watched her shoulders shake with silent sobs until he could stand no more of the pain that seemed to lash at him in waves. "I am here, onna. There is no need for all this," he stated gently as he could in his rough manner. His words sounded cutting to his own ears and he winced, waiting for her to react.

Slowly she raised her head and then suddenly realizing, as if for the first time, the close proximity between them; Kagome jumped away. Her eyes were wide and a blush stained her cheeks appealingly. Hiei's heart such as it was, quickened; his blood pumping faster with a sudden rush of desire. He'd been there too long.

He left swiftly yet again this time taking his katana. He could not have said why she always made him feel the need to run and the feeling was rather unnerving. He would keep his unspoken word though and be close by, although if he could help it, he would never again get that close to Kagome. No, she was too much of a temptation, to his annoyance. She was human and even that fact didn't deter him. But even as he ran he knew he'd never have the strength of will to be far from her side, no matter what promises he made himself.

Then there were also the thoughts of the kitsune to worry him. Yoko was not known to back down if he found something he wanted, which ironically was the very trait that led Hiei to seek him out for the scheme that landed him as part of the spirit detectives in the first place. He also was very well known for his sexual prowess. It could not be ignored that the differences between the two had been much less since their merging a year ago after the Makai tournament; leaving him to wonder if the human in him would temper the youkai in the pursuit.

Damn. He couldn't afford to run from this and leave the girl unguarded because he was not willing to face up to the fact he'd reacted lustfully over a human Miko. There was no way in hell he was going to leave her to the mercy of a horny kitsune and a misunderstood and heartbroken Mazoku. Although if he had to pick, Yusuke would be the ideal choice to keep her away from Yoko, he grinned wickedly at how angry Yoko would be at losing to the Mazoku. Perhaps he should introduce them? Kagome was a thousand times better than the little wretch Yusuke had been dating. It still burned him that Keiko still breathed after nearly killing Yusuke emotionally. Pausing for a moment Hiei sat down on a branch in the large tree in the Shrine grounds. Was Yusuke the best way to keep her out of Yoko's way though? Shadowing her was a given. There was also the Jagan, but Kurama would feel it if he used its powers on them. But he could influence other humans and youkai to his bidding... yet it was still risky.

Opening the Jagan he scanned over the house and easily found the Miko. She was in her room and seemed to be winding down to sleep, as the sun crept over the horizon. The night had been long and confusing even for him. With the knowledge the Jagan would keep watch, Hiei made himself comfortable and allowed himself to fall in to a light slumber.