I was originally planning to have her older brother come and kidnap her for his stupid reasons but decided not to. Tyler's personality is like Tamaki Suoh in OHSHC, which reminds me….I've had the desire to write a fan fic for that, which would be a first, but I'd have to work out pairings and what Haruhi is doing and her role…etc. All that is tiring and I would like to save such work for another day, when I suddenly get an Ouran-inspired burst of creativity :D I hope you like this. It took me two days (I think) to get it finished and revised to my satisfaction, or at least close to it. I'm insatiable. Anyways, enjoy my lovelies and feel free to praise me. I've gotten a few ideas from you guys. Now, gerigeri, to answer you. It might be like that for a while but I'm planning to span this lovely fic for a while. I was also thinking to make it a love square (for your enjoyment Chaoswitch, thnx for the tip. Much appreciated.) with Kougaiji because he's hot like that. It would provide more drama…also…how do you guys feel about Nataku paying a visit in the future? I love opinions, they help me when I get stuck. Minna daisuki! This chapter should be in horror movie scene(s)!

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Of course. This kind of thing is supposed to happen isn't it? Just when Mavis thought she might sleep comfortably for once, just once is all she wanted, one lovely night of perfectly undisturbed, comfortable sleep in a hotel room, on top of the bed, under warm covers, with Son Goku as a most unexpected bonus abundance of warmth, but no. Life just had to do this. Now Mavis found herself in a little bit of a predicament. Okay, maybe a little was a horrible term to use to describe her situation, which wasn't exactly as little as the word itself made it out to be. She was cuffed by special cuffs that refused to allow her to use her powers, continuously sending waves of electricity through out her body, and was surrounded by people. In normal situations, she didn't enjoy the company of people. This abnormal situation was no exception and though it didn't show in her very apathetic face, Mavis was growing irritated. Especially since they continued to urge her to speak. It was worse than the clan members' constant pestering.

They smelled of the earth that dirtied their bare feet, the long tunics of rags and patches stitched horribly together, their matted hair which was in desperate need of a heavy duty wash, and their pale faces. Judging by their slender frames, they didn't eat much at all and their hands were scarred from burns, only a few make-shift bandages covered the burns, though not much at all. It was bad enough to be bound to a tombstone in some filthy cemetery of dead bodies in the company of people, which on its own crushed the filthiness of the entire damned cemetery, rank smells and all, in a competition on the female's nerves of steel, but to be in the company of such people who didn't take care of themselves properly, let alone take care of their prisoner in any way at all. To make things worse, she had the beginning to a song stuck in her head. The hyperactive phrase Chu chu lovely muni muni mura and replayed in her already aching head.

She was sleepy, irritable, cold, bored, slightly hungry, and very uncomfortable with her bag on this jagged stone pillar behind her. If Mavis were to sit up straight, her head would end up colliding with the foot of the angel on top of this once extravagant stone pillar of a gravestone, which was outstretched from the pillar because for whatever reason, the artist just had to make the angel look about to take a step. The angel itself was beautiful, though dusty and missing half its face, an entire arm, and a deteriorating ugliness in the remaining arm with mold beginning to claim the very damaged regions like the damp moss that claimed the southern regions of the pillar the angel stood on. Idly, Mavis began to wonder how she had wronged someone, somewhere, bad enough to deserve such horrid luck to be out in the cold just before dawn, deprived all night by the ones keeping her, in shorts and a top, neither of which did much for keeping her body warm at all, with cuffs making her wrists seep warm blood onto the grave of a once living man or woman.

If Mavis had cared, she would go through the painful process of turn her head around while arching her bed to get a view of the name that had probably been erased by time, but since she didn't care at the moment due to her mind working for some kind of solution to help her conclude her horrible night, though she couldn't come up with one. Apparently, these revolting creatures, powerful youkai who were sane but bitter, held very clever yet devious minds underneath their rather misleading appearance. They had to be sinister, there was no other way, to keep Mavis here for no reason. To Mavis, they were sane but not sane. Yes, there was a difference. They were sane in terms that they didn't go berserk with bloodlust like most youkai without power limiters but not sane as in not in their right minds like normal people should be. But of course, due to Mavis's luck, she always attracted the worst trouble and was continuously forced to deal with people were far from normal. As she thought on this, her captors were conversing.

"Will they really come?", asked what seemed to be the younger one of the two and the more innocent of the dark-haired, silver-eyed duo. According to what Mavis heard when they talked to each other while she 'slept', the younger one was Kei and the older one was Kai. Lovely. Judging by their similar features, they must be brothers.

"I am sure of it. We have observed the Sanzo priest's actions around this hybrid being and unless our comprehension of human behavior is incorrect, he should be here at the correct time with his three companions. Then we will threaten the hybrid being in order to gather the secret of bringing life to the dead from him. After that, we will be able to rise mother from the dead and in doing so, also bring us back to life."

'Ah, so they are spirits with the ability to assume physical form. Interesting.', Mavis thought, observing the older one, Kai. He was obviously the leader of the two brothers, which was natural being the older sibling though Mavis was seen to be the leader of every group she was in, even if she was the one serving others, though that was a rare occurrence.

Kai's long, matted hair was as unruly and thick as his younger brother's, though longer. Mavis nearly laughed when her sensitive ears had registered the last statement. The secret to rising the dead was a dark art, nearly forgotten and risky to even masters of the art. A Sanzo priest didn't have that power. In no generation have they ever had that power. Mavis let out a rueful laugh, also feeling slight pity for the brothers. They had so horribly confused the power of the scripture for the power of the dark scroll, a scroll that dictated the most forbidden and risky spells and rituals of the dark arts, such as rising the dead from their eternal sleep. Magic couldn't raise the dead for more than mere moments nor could science or the two combined. Not even Mavis, being a master of the dark arts, could accomplish such a feat.

The brothers had very different reactions to this laugh. Kei turned around and glared at the young girl tied to the large, eccentric gravestone, "What the hell are you laughing at, wench!?", the dead boy inquired furiously. Mavis analyzed all body language, watching them carefully since she didn't much study the powers and capabilities of dead spirits able to take corporeal form. Something she should probably look up later, though taking a mental note like that wouldn't do much to help her if they became hostile. Although it wasn't a very wise move on her part, Mavis allowed herself a taunting smirk coupled with a mocking glint reflecting her eyes. This was enough to make Kei mad enough, seeing as he began to stand, ready to jump, until his brother shot him a glare, making him sit back down immediately. Such a hold he has over his brother.

The dead-undead brothers were both perched on tombstones, Kei in a more casual position with long legs swinging in the air and lying back to pout at the sky, his slender torso propped up by dirty elbows, while his brother Kai sat with his long, left leg dangling from the tombstone, back relaxed and leaned forward onto his palm. The palm was propped up from the bent elbow of his right arm that connected onto the bent knee of his casually pulled up knee, his right foot keeping him steady and his hand covered the lower half of his face until he moved it as he unbent his elbow, letting his hand hang lazily, the other hand gripping the tombstone, not clenching, just in a very relaxed, casual grip.

In response to Mavis and the expression she held, mocking them with her facial expression and unwavering silence, Kai merely allowed eye contact, his glare and her taunting eyes, never giving away her emotions. If she ever felt fear, which the intelligent boy highly doubted there ever was fear in this creature he and his brother had captured or if she was even capable of fear, seeing as to how she always appeared rather emotionless, it never showed in her eyes.

'Obviously, she has been conditioned to never betray the unwanted emotions through facial expression and eye contact. Very skilled. We may be in for more than we wished for.', Kai thought to himself rationally. His brother began to him to himself a lullaby with his eyes closed, swaying his head side to side melodically to soothe himself. Immediately, Kai recognized the lullaby. It was something he would never be able to mistake for something else. This lullaby is something mother sang to them when they were all alive, just before going to sleep.

Mother…

The lone thought pierced the intelligent boy's dead heart. His left hand went to his chest, where he couldn't feel a heartbeat even though he heard the imagined one in the back of his head, as if to make the pain stop by physically guarding the heart. It was only then that he felt eyes on him as he did this gesture. Mavis was still staring at him, the taunting expression replaced with her apathetic expression, something they had already gotten used to. 'This girl is the weirdest person…', Kai thought. When they had been kidnapping her, she didn't resist much and didn't say anything since her loud stream of curses in the hotel room, during which Kai reminded Kei to not repeat such language. Even though they were undead brothers living in a revolting cemetery among the dead with nothing but the sounds of the night and rotting bodies in the dirt to keep them company, Kai made sure to teach his brother all the manners Kai had lived with all his life.

He could feel power from Mavis, a dark, brooding aura of power and demon blood, but also something else that he had felt before, when his mother…he shook of the memories. Fact was, this girl had the potential to become pure evil and thus rule the world under a shroud of darkness using her powers, which remained unknown to Kai. It also puzzled him that during the kidnapping, she hadn't bothered to use said powers. He could feel the protective auras of power-limiters, but the girl, whom he still didn't know the name of, should be able to use magic. Perhaps she didn't want to display such powers? Why wouldn't she? Usually those with powers like that flaunt it, especially humans who possessed meager abilities. Nothing compared to this girl.

Kai turned from Mavis crossing his arms casually. A small flame struck his foot, causing him to jump and nearly yelp until he came to the conclusion that it had been Mavis. His brother jumped to his aid, "Kai!", Kei glared at Mavis, who was as genuinely surprised at the random act of pyre flame that burned Kai's toe as the two brothers, though also amused, until she seemed to realize something and stop her silent laughing. Kei immediately went to her, despite Kai's calls, then grabbed her by the throat roughly, pulling her up ever so slightly but leaning down so that he didn't accidentally break the cuffs that kept her unable to use magic, since Kai had said he felt magic power from her. Mavis simply stared at him, unwaveringly cold and the fire of her mild anger made him shiver, for a moment thinking of just putting her down, but didn't, "What did you do!?", he received no answer, which didn't surprise him in the least, and glared, "Answer me damnit!", Kei yelled in her face. Kai sighed, "Kei, she didn't do it. Those cuffs prevent her from it.", he pointed out, though his brother continued to glare at Mavis, who stared back coldly, unafraid.

"Then she knows who did!", Kei yelled back to his brother, not tearing his eyes from Mavis. He was completely right, though being who she was, Mavis wouldn't say so or betray the thought in her eyes. Mavis knew exactly who did this and was outraged that he would dare to come here, even if he said he would. Kai saw the anger in her eyes, for a moment fearful that she would lash out at Kei, but soon observed that her rage wasn't directed at him or his brother at the moment, which was weird since she was most likely in a lot of discomfort. Kei soon, unceremoniously and roughly, dropped the girl onto the hard ground of their mother's grave, and Kai glared before very cautiously making his way to her, afraid that flames would rise up and kill him. Those flames had a banishing seal on them, meaning if he or Kei were engulfed in their multi-colored pyre, they would be sent to heaven, hell, or the legendary purgatory. Mavis glowered at the boy approaching her on silent footsteps.

All she knew of these types were that they could become invisible or assume their natural ghostly form to go through things. She had already attuned her acute senses to spiritual contact, now fine-tuning her senses to distinguish these two among the mess of other ghosts, wandering and unable to find their way towards the light or not really wanting to go, just wandering. Not speaking to her, maybe talking to themselves or reliving their last days and nights every day. Some were in denial about being dead. She sympathized with them but wasn't like her friend Cecil, who had the ability to convince them to move on. It was his talent and area of magical expertise. Mavis struggled with the cuffs one last time, mourning for her sealed powers which and dreading how she wasn't able to give Kei a good hit in his ghostly jewels.

Even if they can't have kids, it still hurt. To touch a ghost, as Cecil had taught her one day when she asked about how he held hands with ghosts to usher them towards gates that only the blind Cecil could see, you need to use a special kind of spell. He taught her this of course, even a the shorter, easier version of the incantation and other words to use as extensions to command. Cecil had taught her that she should use a persuasion spell, one that he had showed her and invented himself, to convince and soothe them easier before starting the special spell. Mavis sighed and observed Kai, who cautiously, and smartly so, kneeled by her out of her head butting, lashing, biting, and thrashing reach at her left shoulder, a little behind the gravestone, ready to use it as a shield in case. Even with her flexible body, she couldn't lift her leg up like that with enough force to hurt him plus the cuffs sealed off her power, though she could tell it was weakening as he fazed out a little, becoming a ghost but visible, keeping approximately 9 of the physical substance from his tangible form which was concentrated evenly into his hands, 4.5 for both hands. If only this ghost would move behind her, close to her hands. By doing so, he would be putting himself in a vulnerable position because the cuffs blocked off all magic except in her hands. Of course, she could light a fire in the trees but doing that wouldn't get her out of these cuffs.

If she could assume complete control over Kai, she could force him to release her and she would gain a prisoner, giving her an advantage against his brother Kei, who was completely devoted to his older sibling. Mavis kept quiet, the natural steel wall up around her thoughts without being provoked by a probe or magical spell, deeply wrapped into her own mind, her brain racking itself for ideas on how to escape, coming up with several plans but all these needed control over the boy, Kai. Suddenly, fire struck the trees blocking the murky sunlight of dawn from warming her shivering form, multi-colored fire in blues, oranges, reds, yellows, and purples sprung from the burning branches and leaves. Mavis could've sworn she'd seen green flames on some fallen branches in the mess. Spirits were sucked into the vortexes that swirled in the core of the flames.

These vortexes worked as supernatural cores to the flames, often giving them different colors than normal fires, and were basically gateways to four places-Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, and the Higher Heaven, where gods and goddesses sat lazily, watching the Earth below as they always did-according to color. The green was for the Higher Heaven, as her clan members often called it other than its other name, purple for purgatory, blue for Heaven, and orange, yellow, and red for Hell. Often, the color order would change or it would become silver or white, meaning that they would be taken to some other place until further judgment was bestowed to them. It was the more lenient half of purgatory and in dreams, Mavis had been to all of the planes except Higher Heaven because she usually woke up before arriving. Besides, she didn't sleep too much anyways, as seen before and was known all throughout the village. Now, she was angry. Very angry in fact, but surprisingly her anger wasn't directed at the ghost boys holding her. It was the idiot that sent up those fires. She knew who he was and was now angry at how utterly reckless that man was. Or boy as she should say. Mavis shook her head as Kei and Kai avoided the burning debris raining down on them, of course avoiding Mavis and, as she now noticed without having to make the observation obvious, the tree behind her.

'Someone's in that tree.', was all she really thought on the matter. So, this is the rescue attempt. How artistic and lovely…not really. Seriously, even Mavis, the less expressive of anyone in contact with anyone, ever, could pull of a much more theatrical and otherwise, better, rescue attempt, and she uses the word attempt because things could always go wrong. Life just bites you in the ass like that. Eventually, the fires were growing weaker and Mavis knew why. Of course, Kai, being the very intelligent ghost he was, knew as well and decided to state it out loud for the benefit of his scared brother, "Whoever is doing this is avoiding hurting the woman, meaning this is an attempt to rescue her and to eliminate us. I sense that this person is impatient, over-protective, and is currently angry. This is a male who cannot enter the barrier but has enough power to be able to light the fires inside the barrier to perhaps harm us. But he is being too reckless. If by some mishap, he could kill her and we would not have a sacrifice to raise mother and return to us our corporeal bodies.", Mavis couldn't help but laugh and resist her ever-growing desire to point out that she had already surmised this assumption, confirmed the identity of said person, and had already pinpointed seven people. Four inside the barrier, two on either side of the gates outside the cemetery's barrier, and one, the one who lit the pyres, in a clock tower behind the cemetery, which was also behind her with perfect view of her, the two ghost boys, and the six other people in their assumed positions. Mavis even knew who was who and where.

Gradually, the fires disappeared. This was the cue for the four to appear. Mavis's deduction was confirmed as correct when none other than the show-off Son Goku, an excited grin gracing his tan features, jumped from the tree behind her to assume his fighting stance infront of her, also providing distance between Mavis and her captors. She had expected it to be him and, sure enough from behind a monument, more recent than the rest of the stone artwork here, walked a certain blonde priest with violet eyes, pissed off as ever, gun pointed at the ghost boys, who stood close together, silently fighting in slow, cautious movements of getting infront of one and that one pushing the other behind them, the cycle continuing until they compromised to be standing back to back, side ways so that their sides showed to Mavis and Goku and their other side showing to Sanzo. A good tactic to help give them an even view of who came out. Hakkai walked in casually from the left, looking as if he appeared from the early fog of dawn like a ghost himself, wearing a worried expression that changed to relieved once he saw Mavis was fine, and Gojyo appeared swinging his weapon casually, a cigarette newly lit in his mouth, seeming to suddenly appear from the fog like Hakkai had, greeting Mavis with a simply jerk of his chin. Gojyo had the same excited sparkle in his eye as Goku, both always were ready to fight as it seemed, often complaining of how great their boredom was without the constant demons challenging them.

Kei was shaking, not from fear but from the rage that was boiling over in his heart, which Kai registered quickly, "Kei.", he said in a commanding tone. That was all he needed to say to snap him out of it, causing him to proceed rationally, as they both straightened in unison looking like twins when they faced the armed priest. Isaac and Luciano made themselves known outside the barrier, Luciano to the left and Isaac to the right. Mavis didn't show any outward signs of relief or expectance on her face, but inside she had no doubt that this plan was a collaboration between her intelligent familiar and her best friend, the rogue priest. Such a lovely combination. Isaac himself was brimming with anger, the energy seeming to pool out of him, seeping straight from his core, sinking into the dirt then coming back up through the ground into him once more. His nose was wrinkled from the stenches that assaulted his sensitive, canine nose, and his ears were more pointed back than usual. Isaac was angry and it showed in his glowing eyes turned from blue and gold to blood red with thick slits for pupils, the whisker marks on his sun-tanned features seemed to become deepened and thicker than usual. His claws were longer on both his hands and bare feet, wearing some old jean shorts, frayed at the ends, and a simple grey t-shirt, no doubt modified with magic to last with him through the transformation from man to wolf, like a werewolf but in a different way since he was originally a wolf that could turn into a man and a pup.

Luciano was seething with anger in his own way. Silent. Glaring. Observant as always. One hand casually held his arm above his elbow, which Mavis saw upon closer inspection that Luciano was clutching his arm, ripping holes into the long suit coat, crisp white shirt underneath with the turned up collar sown together and a black tie around it. Slim black pants accompanied this and black shoes of scuffed leather with soles, heels, and toes reinforced with steel covered his feet. Mavis could see that his skin had blanched, a sickly pale in place of his normal, sun-kissed skin. Luciano shot her a worried glance before narrowing his eyes at the brothers, who were working hard to concentrate on something with their eyes closed.

"We are sorry that it had to come to this.", Kai said softly, running right hand through the air as he turned to the right, as if he was running his fingers along a scythe pointed to the right, turning with it. His brother mirrored this action but was the first to slowly raise his hands upwards before him as if he were going to do push-ups on the air, palms straight and fingers stiff. They began to chant softly in rapid Latin that even Mavis couldn't catch, their ghostly pale lips barely moving as they did so. Goku tilted his head at them until all around, corpses at all stages of deterioration arose from their graves and before Sanzo could shoot, he was thrown back by invisible forces, his gun sliding out of reach into the hand that suddenly shot up from the grave to grab it. These invisible forces were the leftover spirits, left unvanquished by the earlier pyres. The gates closed and a shroud of darkness obscured the skin a from view. Luciano and Isaac beat furiously on the dark dome, only visible to them and the fire user who shot flames at the dome as well from his tower, but it was to now avail since the dome healed itself when they punctured it, plus the barrier was still up, so even if they made a large enough gash in the dome, they could not pass the protective barrier underneath. Inside, Gojyo's cigarette dropped and he was suddenly alert as well as Hakkai. Dead hands forced their way up through the ground beneath Sanzo and began to grab at him, constantly forcing him to roll away or stand, kicking away at the hands and heading towards the half skeleton, have rotten body holding his gun, shooting at the other three. A pentacle of midnight blue and purple surrounded the two chanting brothers, who didn't even open their eyes to witness the spectacle of the undead roaming the graveyard.

To ungifted outsiders, the grave was as usual with two males sitting on the ground crestfallen, though their sense of defeat would be mistaken as mourning for a lost one, though no one was up this early to see anyways. Mavis growled, "Raising the dead is forbidden like this is forbidden in every sense. The dead aren't even alive…just controlled like disgusting and decaying puppets, easy to manipulate without remaining souls to fight the control…", she breathed sharply, gritting her teeth, bracing for the body underneath her to spring up and grab her. No such thing occurred, which confirmed another one of her deductions, 'So, this is their mother's grave.', she thought, then watched Goku thrown by invisible spirits away from her. She was helpless, completely vulnerable though Kei and Kai couldn't kill her. That would erase all chances of a successful revival, even though they had confused the scripture for the scroll which had been lost forever in a fire, deliberately destroyed after the reign of Takuheikama; a tyrant mage of darkness who went insane with power and somehow resembled Mavis, since he was actually a she that looked like Mavis, or so she had been told; thousands of years ago, though some believed the scroll lived somewhere.

Mavis thrashed and growled as her struggling drew blood from the wounds induced by the cuffs cutting her skin. Sanzo was banishing waves of these corpses with his scripture, but new waves of these creatures returned, accompanied by large creatures of Earth and Shadow who towered over the priest and his fighting companions. Hakkai was using energy attacks, Gojyo using the blade on its chain and Goku attacking them. Every time a corpse was destroyed, about five others took that corpse's place, 'Replication.', Mavis thought bitterly, 'Will we survive this dawn of the undead or will they become the undead and I as a sacrifice…?', she thought and thrashed more, twisting and rolling her shoulders in an attempt to dislocate them, thus giving her more of a reached. If she could just knock one of the brothers out of the circle, then the spell would lose power and Mavis could funnel the power in her hands to her feet to control whichever brother she took. Kei was definitely the target for being weaker mentally than his brother thus easier to control though his sheer will could very well break her, 'It's worth a shot…', Mavis thought and continued her attempts.

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Cliffhanger!