OK back at it again, I think I know where I messed up while writing this (other than not writing for myself and feeling the constraint of that)! I deleted chapter 4 & 5 and am now reworking all of this. I think it's better to take it slow, both in the sense of writing this (since I have to get it into my head im not writing for anyone else so I don't mull over trivial things AND it's midterms, god help me) and the actual plot itself. You don't need to forget any information from the former chapters, as it will come back in time! for now, I'm going to change a few things but the crucial information such as the oc's name (courtesy of the lovely Yukina, who is so sweet but so unoriginal) will not change, other than presenting itself in a different way! other than that I don't think I gave anything away about oc's past!

onto the story!

"So, keeping her in that room will be the best option," Kurama stated, pushing some of his hair from his face. "We cannot all be in there at once, but I think going in teams will be beneficial. She's prone to outbursts at certain information, possibly all information about herself. We'll have to tread carefully when interacting with her."

"It seems cruel to keep her in a single room," The koorime protested weakly, earning a disapproving look from Genkai who was seated at the head of the low table. Although she knew the reasoning behind Yukina's words, she could not allow a stranger, one who had come from the forest surrounding her home no less, to roam her temple freely. Not that the girl could, with her eyes in the state they were in, if her eyes were the only sense she relied on to get around.

"For our safety and for her's, it is necessary," Genkai replied firmly.

Kurama nodded following those words, bringing up another point, "If she proves to be completely separated from any sort of suspicious ploy, we can consider allowing her to be accompanied by one of us around the temple. But before any of the what ifs come into play, we must investigate her and prove that her presence is no threat. We've had too many close run ins to be any less cautious in this situation."

Kuwabara had chimed in that he would go with Yukina to prepare and deliver the meals to the girl, while Yusuke tried to separate himself from such responsibilities. However, Kurama noted that, since Hiei was away in Demon World doing work with Mukuro and her army, he was without another person to make a team. Yusuke had to give in when the fox shot him a look that forced him to internalize any complaints he wanted to vocalize.

Kurama had scribbled down a tentative schedule:

Meals 7:00am, 12:00pm, 5:00pm (5 hour intervals for routine)

Yukina and Kuwabara

Interrogation/Investigation 10:00am, 8:00pm

Kurama and Yusuke

Genkai can come and go as she pleases.

"With this schedule, which hopefully will last less than two weeks if things go smoothly, should be a routine that will allow her to drop her guard. After seeing all of us a few times, perhaps she will be able to relax and replenish her strength. With time she might even remember information that could be crucial." Kurama slid the paper around the table, allowing everyone to look and confirm their duties.

"If she is to bathe, I could be with her as well. A relaxing soak could also help her health," Yukina volunteered.

Kurama realized he had forgotten such a thing in favor of his other calculations and hopes for cooperation from the girl. Nodding, he wrote onto the schedule that a nightly bath would take place after dinner but before the intended questioning. Having the girl relax before being questioned could be beneficial as well, he had thought.

As the meeting came to an end, Yukina volunteered to go check in on the girl once more to examine the remainder of her self inflicted wounds, and Kuwabara was of course hot on her heels as she shuffled out of the room. She gave him a grateful smile, and as ever was counting her blessings that he was a gentle and (mostly) quiet man who accompanied her dutiful not only to keep her company, but to protect her. Though, Yukina could not help but feel that even without him, she could protect herself just fine.

Upon entering the room, they both laid eyes on the girl. She was still atop the futon, her body now covered in the ornate silver kimono that Yukina had brought. There were other clothes that could have sufficed, but with this girl being more than a little bit taller than Yukina, any other kimono or available clothing might have been uncomfortably revealing.

"Wait here," Yukina held her hand up to Kuwabara, her voice quiet and movements deliberate as to not wake the other girl up. She padded over to the futon, kneeling beside it gracefully.

As she held her hands over the remainder of the wounds on the girl's face, now all but skin discolorations, she deemed them able to heal fully on their own.

She could not stop the yelp that escaped her lips as two hands shot up, latching around small wrists. Kuwabara's body lurched forward at the sudden movement, but he was froze when Yukina turned and gave him a look colder than one he'd ever received from her.

"I can handle it," She said shortly.

Beyond her foggy mind, a cool touch blossomed along her face. At first, she was welcoming of the touch, deciding that it was refreshing and helped ease the static that had lingered in her mind after she had been taken from the place that had not been her's to begin with. All she could picture was the trees, looming over her body for eternity. There was little sky to see, but every once in a while the wind would blow the treetops enough for a small escape of blue.

However, she felt a brush of something along her cheek, and her instincts awoke her, ripping her away from the pleasant surroundings. Despite not being able to see anything but blurs as her eyes snapped open, she felt the hands near her, barely touching the skin around her left eye.

Before she could think to react, her hands were already clutching the wrists of whoever was above her, her hold weak but not enough so to lose grip.

"I can handle it."

She heard the voice, and slowly her grasp loosened, recognition filling her senses. Somehow this voice was associated with the color blue, and as it had been a comfort before, she allowed that sense of recognition and comfort to drop her guard ever so slightly.

The wrists still held weakly in her grasp did not pull away, but she felt an anxious energy festering a short distance to her right. The girl sat up slowly, pulling her hands away as she leaned her whole body to the left closer to the wall. It seemed to get the point across, as the blur nearest her leaned away as well.

"Kuwabara, you're making her nervous," a soft voice informed, followed by a motion that she couldn't determine. "Come sit here and let's introduce ourselves, it will make things better if we can all become more like friends."

Another blur came into view and settled before her, and she immediately associated this one with the color orange. Her nose crinkled as she looked between the two colors, realizing that blue and orange were a strange combination. For some reason, the color orange gave her a sense of unease when in the comparison of blue.

"My name is Yukina. This is Kuwabara, and I know this might make you… unhappy," the one called Yukina seemed to be choosing her words carefully, or she was having trouble, "but we'll need to keep you here for a while. But don't worry! We'll be in here, Kuwabara and I, to give you meals. There are two others coming later, too."

"Yeah, I'm Kuwabara!" A new, rough voice startled her and she flinched back slightly, but did not feel threatened before orange was still nervous. "I won't hurt you, I actually helped find you. Since Yukina and I will be giving you meals and everything, let's get along. We're trying to help our friends realize you're no threat, so…"

"Threat?" The girl managed to rasp, her lips curling downward. She felt more like a prisoner than a threat, but was still grateful that clarity was in reach again after being in static for so long.

Blue seemed to shift a bit, but the motions went unrecognized by her. "Anyway, since you don't-" Her voice was cut off, before her inhale was more drawn out.

Orange seemed to whisper something, and even though her hearing was heightened at the loss of her full eyesight, she could not hear the softly spoken words. She opened her mouth to say something, but was left without words when Blue (Yukina was her name, right?) spoke up once more.

"Is there… anything we can call you?"

It took a moment to sink in, but the girl remembered her outburst. She lifted a hand to her face, feeling the lack of lacerations and for a moment believed she had just dreamed it. However, upon trying to recall herself, her name, her anything, she realized that whatever information she was grasping for just wasn't coming.

"I… no name?" She mumbled to herself, confusion building. The tension in the air became apparent as well, and orange (Kuwabara, maybe?) was almost the pure source of it.

"No remember…" she mumbled again, her head tilting down as she struggled to search for information within herself, grabbing at any of the memories she could find. She only remembered static and trees, sometimes a blue sky, a feeling of push and pull. A raspy voice telling her that she was on her property, and that didn't sit well with her. A few more voices she didn't recognize, and-

"If we can, let's call you Chijou."

Her thoughts halted, her head snapping up to stare at the blue and orange blurs. Blue had spoken these startling words.

"It will make it easier for all of us, I think," Blue, no, Yukina spoke again, and somehow the girl felt something stir inside of her.

"Chijou…" she repeated quietly, respect for Yukina swelling inside of her. The notion of giving a name brought another feeling to the surface, and although it confused her, she knew it was very important. A name was important. It almost exhausted her to feel these emotions, and she took a deep breathe to try and clear her mind that was filled with the thought of how important it was to give a name. It had almost consumed her, pushing to the surface in such a flurry that she had to grip the cloth covering her thighs to make sure she was still there.

"Are you okay?" The gruff voice brought her back, although it took her a moment to gather herself.

"A name." She spoke, looking to her right at the blue blur, Yukina. She kept saying the name in her head for a moment, mulling over how important it was that Yukina had given her a name, and Yukina was her name. Names were important.

"Thank you."

It was not only the first grammatically correct thing she had said, but also the most sincere and open. It was the least guarded she had been, and for a moment she forgot that orange was still beside she and Yukina.