Angel of Darkness
Epilogue: A New Generation; A New Team
7 years later…
From the back of the crowded classroom, an eager young hand waved violently in the air, anxious to get the teacher's attention as the elder gentlemen stood at his podium in front of his class, looking down at his book. It was hard to tell if he was reading off the day's lecture or just trying to ignore the boy prying for his attention.
But the boy wouldn't be ignored and stretched his hand as high as it would go. The boy's arm must be getting tired by now. The teacher sighed; there was no ignoring the only boy in the only green school uniform of Sariasuki Junior High.
"Yes Yuichi Urameshi, do you have a question?"
The boy in question popped up from his seat, letting a relieved sigh as he lowered his tired arm. "I need to use the bathroom Mr. Iwamoto." The teacher sighed; the boy was a slacker in the classroom, just like his predecessor. From the moment he saw Yuichi Urameshi first step through the hallway at the opening ceremony, he knew the boy was going to be trouble.
"Mr. Urameshi, again, surely this time it can wait until after class is finished." Mr. Iwamoto flatly refused the boy. However, the boy was being a pest and held his position, even more rigid than before. "This really can't wait sir." He sounded almost desperate. The teacher looked away with a sigh but at that moment caught sight of his grade book wide open on his desk. Grades couldn't deny the fact that the boy had a brilliant mind, enough to keep up his grades; in fact he was one of the brightest students in the class, in only he would listen to his superiors instead of making up lame excuses.
"Very well, but hurry back." The teacher sighed again, but even before he was able to look back up again Yuichi had already through the open door, discarded papers scattered on the ground lay in his wake.
Glad to finally be able to stretch his legs from being in that congested classroom, Yuichi sprinted down the hallway. The hum of the compact communicator vibrated in his pocket. He was thankful to Faye for getting rid of the original annoying jingle, thus improving her mother's Reikai device. It would've been taken away by the teacher and that would've been bad.
Dashing around the corner, he skipped down the stairs two steps at a time. However, he didn't see the other figure coming the opposite way, eyes closed and humming quietly. They knew where they were going. It was routine. Suddenly, the next moment found the two crashed in a heap at the bottom of the steps
"Watch out where you're going you idiot!" An annoyed voice called out as the figure picked up their fallen belongings. Yuichi rubbed his head, ridding himself of the dizziness from falling down the stairs. (Well, I guess that is the fastest way down!) Swaying slightly as he gathered his balance, the boy turned to face who he ran into. A blush immediately rose to his cheeks. It was his sempai. Sam was only a year older than him, and very pretty. She was tall with a fair complexion beneath the normal blue school uniform. Light brown hair brushed against her broad shoulders, while cool grey eyes hid behind sleek glasses.
"Oh, hi Sam!" Yuichi pushed back his previous thoughts and replaced them with a silly grin, "what are you doing out of class?"
Sam ignored him for the moment as she adjusted the strap of the quiver full of arrows on her back, and picked up her favorite bow. Then she turned to him, arms crossed displaying her full height, three inches over Yuichi. "Unlike you, I have responsibilities as the captain of the Archery Team. What are you doing? The restrooms are the other way." She tapped her foot against the floor, standing firm, she wasn't leaving until she got an answer. For the past week, she had seen Yuichi running out of class, always insisting he desperately needed to use the toilet, but then leaving the school grounds.
Yuichi chuckled nervously, averting his eyes, realizing there was no easy way of getting out of this situation. Well, he could try at least. "It's funny really; the restrooms over there are flooded. It's rather disgusting…" "Bullshit!" Sam cut him off with a glare as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "I know you skip class! Where are you going?"
"You're not going to tell the teachers are you?" Yuichi asked hesitantly.
"Not if you take me with you." She replied plainly.
"What? Sam, it could be dangerous." Yuichi was shocked, he couldn't have her get hurt by the demons.
She scoffed and held her head high, "Please, I've lived in this city my whole life. I know it inside and out. I know the dangers better than you."
"Those aren't the dangers I was referring to…" Yuichi murmured under his breath, knowing she wasn't talking about demons and apparitions.
Suddenly, a familiar buzz in Yuichi's pocket made him jump and spin around, not wanting Sam to see or hear his transaction. "What is it now, Faye?"
"Where the hell are you?" A young female voice screeched with frustration, "I don't think I can keep these guys distracted for much longer. Soon they will reach the city! Get your ass over here!"
Yuichi rolled his eyes, sometimes his partner exaggerated a little, but her illusion spells that she learned really came in handy at times. "Don't bite my head off Faye! I'm on my way." Suddenly, he remembered Sam, and his eyes shifted left and right to see her looking his shoulders. Yuichi was sweating nervously. This was not good. "I'm kind of busy here!"
"Something is going on…" Sam leaned back, giving the boy a little breathing room. 'Think quickly' Yuichi thought and on his heel he turned to dash around the girl, racing past her, "Well got to go, see ya!"
"Not so fast!" Unfortunately, Sam caught up to him and yanked him back by the back of his collar. "I'm coming with you! Someone has to make sure you don't get into trouble."
Wh-what about school and club activities?!" Yuichi stuttered.
Sam just shrugged, "I'm done with my duties over there, and if a smart kid like you can skip class, so can I. Besides, I'm bored. I want adventure. If I follow you, I might get it."
Yuichi sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The tight grip on his collar told him she was not letting him go. "Okay! You can come along, but be careful. You're not going to believe some things." Yuichi's words became quieter near the end.
Together the two teens ran across the schoolyard and down the street. Only a pair of innocent crystalline dark amber eyes watched them intently from one of the windows of the school.
* * *
Finally, the two reached the forests just outside of town. Yuichi followed the coordinates Faye had sent to him. Suddenly, a jolt flashed through his body. There were three demons, most likely lower B-class. Worriedly, he turned to look back at Sam, who held a wide eyed look, like she was paralyzed. Did she sense the demons too? There was no time now, he had to find Faye.
"Sam if things get too dangerous. Run as fast as you can." He whispered, with a serious glare in his brown eyes. With that he took off into the dense forest. Sam gripped her fist and shook her head, dispelling away her fears and followed after the boy.
In no time Yuichi spotted Faye crouched behind a thick tree and just beyond her was a clearing with three rather ugly looking 6 foot tall, thick scaly blue skin covered their bodies. They were standing there looking confused. Her short white blonde hair was disheveled as she clutched a thick leather-bound book in her hands. Her magenta eyes turned up quickly in alert at the sound of a snapping twig coming toward her.
"It's about time!" Faye's whispered yell drew Yuichi's attention to her. "I can't keep fooling them with illusion spells forever!"
"Right, don't worry, I take care of this." Yuichi assured her enthusiastically, and he jumped clinging to a nearby branch and scrambled up the tree only disappear from sight in the canopy. Faye watched the scene. Everything was silent.
"Hey, Demon scum! You don't belong here. Go back to Makai!" Yuichi leaped down from his hiding place high above. In midair, he kicked one the demon's in the head, sending the creature directly into a nearby tree. The tree, unfortunately, would be left with an imprint. Yuichi landed on the ground like a cat, just below the other two and aimed a punch hard in one's gut. However, the boy withdrew his fist, clutching it in pain. His punch didn't even make a scratch.
"Yuichi!" He heard Faye cry out, "You can't break through their skin. Their scales are impenetrable."
"You couldn't have told me this sooner!" Yuichi winced as he nimbly dodged the two demons' onslaught. They kept up their attack, and he couldn't find a chance to charge his Spirit Gun. He only had two shots. Leaping high over the knuckleheads, the young detective jumped to a high branch. Here he would have a clear shot, and ample time to fire his shot. "Get ready you freaks!" Yuichi aimed his trigger finger just like his father taught him and his whole body began to feel warm.
"Look out Urameshi!" The boy jerked his head around, his body grew cold again as the Spirit Gun faded. Next to the tree where Faye was hidden, Sam held a firm stance, her grey eyes hardened, and her long bow pulled back prepared to fire. Yuichi was amazed. Her body held a faint glow and it soon focused into the arrow. Yuichi realized what she was aiming at and looked down. The demon he threw into the tree was back on his feet and preparing to fire an attack straight at him. Unfortunately, the demon made the mistake of looking over at Sam's shout. Suddenly, with the arrow released and struck the demon in the mouth slicing right through him. The demon fell down dead.
"Way to go Sam!" Yuichi cheered, but was cut short as the other two ignored demons decided to avenge their ally, and charged the girls. However, anyone could say anything, a giant ring of blue flames erupted up from the ground the demons, incinerating them into ash. After the blue flames died down, a figure stepped from the shadows.
"I don't really like saving pathetic humans like you, but those guys had it coming."
At the figures words, something in Sam snapped and she stomped toward the other with a hard glare. "Who are you calling pathetic? In case you didn't see, I made a perfect shot with that creature." "Beginner's luck." The figure replied indifferently, obviously bored. Sam's fist clenched, but before she could get another word out Yuichi jumped down from his branch. A big smile was plastered on his face.
"Kami-chan, Is that you?" Shimmering rusty red eyes brightened as the figure turned toward the boy, her black hair (still with blondish bangs) brushed just below her shoulders in a wild fashion. She smiled at him.
It was all Yuichi needed as he let out a burst of speed and embraced his best friend in a memorable hug. He could tell Kamisori had changed in more ways than one. She was taller than him by at least an inch.
"I should get going and report this back to my father." Faye chimed in ruining the moment and the two broke away. Hopping onto her oar, she flew off.
"Well, this has been interesting…" Sam really didn't know what to think as she surveyed the gory scene of blood and burnt carcasses, and Yuichi and another demon standing in the middle of it, acting like everything was normal.
"No one even needed your help anyway; you're better off forgetting all of this." Kamisori crossed her arms, glaring lightly at the human girl.
"Not from where I was standing. Besides if you two are such good friends, why didn't you stop that demon from attacking Yuichi?" Sam smirked as Kamisori growled, her fists clenched tightly, trying to keep her anger in check. "Damn you. I could have, if you didn't fire that wimpy arrow. You nearly hit me as I was passing through."
"What? I didn't even see you!" Sam yelled at Kamisori. Their eyes flared with a hidden fire. Unknown to them, Yuichi could see the energies of both of them rising drastically. He had to think of something to calm them down. He needed to lighten the mood.
"Hey now, I'm thankful for the help anyway! Of all my missions this week, this was my favorite. I got to see my best friend after 7 years. So Kami-chan, what brings you to Ningenkai?"
Kamisori, her anger diminishing slightly, turned to Yuichi. "I'm sorry; I was living in Makai with my fathers, training." She smiled remembering spending time with her parents, not only were they training, but they also had a lot of fun, and she got plenty of love from both of them.
Seeing the two chatting away and reminiscing, Sam looked at her wristwatch. Sighing, she reached over and grabbed Yuichi by the back of the collar and dragged him back the way they came. "Come on kid, we need to get back to school." Yuichi stumbled to keep up from falling as he turned back to Kamisori and waved. "I hope to see you later! Bye for now, Kami-chan!"
Kamisori just watched them leave, a little depressed that her best friend left, but didn't notice the smile still on her face and her hand raised in a wave. Shaking away her thoughts, she disappeared into the shadows of the forest.
* * *
After her encounter with the demon as well as meeting her best friend, the day soon found Kamisori wandering along familiar streets. Ghostly images flashed across her memory. It had been seven years, and everything seemed to have changed, nothing was as she remembered. She was too deep in her thoughts to even know where she was going, for all Kamisori knew she was completely lost. However, she had more important things worrying her thoughts.
Koenma had warned her dad that a small rogue group of demons escaped to Ningenkai and started terrorizing the humans. However, Hiei said he wasn't leaving Kurama, so he sent Kamisori in his stead. (She had been training very hard, Hiei thought she was ready to test her might.) Kamisori was proud that her daddy had such confidence in her ability, but right now she was too worried about her father. Kurama had been really sick, according to her daddy and Aunt Karine, for the past few months. She bit her lip. Something else was wrong. Her body shook with the fear of losing her father again.
Dark red eyes fluttered open, as if waking from a disturbing dream and found her body had stopped on a familiar sidewalk. Steeling her gaze, she glanced across the street. Her eyes burned as she stared up at a tall apartment complex where she used to live, or rather incarcerated. It was dark and empty. All her dark memories here haunted her dreams, now she was going to be rid of them once and for all. Removing one of her wristbands, a dark blue ring of flame tatoo was revealed. It began to pulse and glow as she raised her arm and pointed toward the building. Her past wasn't going to trouble her anymore. Suddenly, a frail and curious voice made the girl freeze with shock.
"My dear…did you used to live there as well?"
Swiping her hand quickly to hide behind her back, she turned around. Kamisori faced the elderly woman, sitting serenely on the bus stop bench. Her bag gingerly clutched in her fragile, bony hands as it sat in her lap. She held a warm smile that made the fire within Kamisori's eyes dull.
"I used to." The girl murmured, looking down at her feet.
"I thought I recognized you. Little Kamisori from next door, it's been such a long time, my how you've grown."
Kamisori's eyes flew wide with shock. She recognized that voice! She looked back up at the woman in disbelief. "Mrs. Hoshi?"
The woman chuckled. "I'm so happy you remember. You used to sneak out of your apartment every weekend and we would just sit and talk and have our tea. (Kamisori always had chocolate milk or cocoa).
"What happened?" Kamisori gestured to the abandoned old building.
"Oh, they closed down that place nearly three years ago, something about health code violations or something like that. I moved in with my granddaughter and her husband. Though I still like to walk passed the place every once in a while," She sighed longingly, "So many happy memories."
The woman was stopped from saying another word as a rumbling metal clang screeched to a halt at the curb in front of the two.
"Oh my bus is here." Mrs. Hoshi exclaimed, struggling to stand with her parcel slowly slipping from her hand. Kamisori reached over quickly to take the package in one hand and the older woman's arm in the other, helping her to find a steady balance.
"Thank you my dear." Mrs. Hoshi smiled at the young teen as Kamisori helped her climb the steep yet short steps onto the bus, and returned the package. "It was so lovely to see you again, Kamisori dear." The old woman scooted her way to an empty window seat and as soon as she was settled and the bus started to rumble again, she looked out the window, and gave a final wave of her hand. Her dark brown eyes sparkled as she mouthed her words hoping the young teen would catch them. "Take care of yourself, my dear."
Unconsciously waving back, the young teen watched as the bus rumbled down the street. Soon her red eyes hardened as they fell back to the dark, abandoned complex. The burn of hate in her eyes had faded. She couldn't destroy it. True, she still had memories of it that haunted her, but destroying a building would not erase them. Kamisori sighed and replaced the band around her wrist, sealing the blue dragon's power again. She would just have to overpower the bad memories with the great ones, which she possessed now with her friends and her family. Swiftly, and with a confident step, Kamisori walked away from her past.
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No sooner Kamisori found herself standing outside another familiar house. Her vision began to cloud. This was her grandmother's house, and it hadn't changed at all. Still quiet and peaceful, suddenly something caught her eye. There on the green front yard was a 'for sale' sign like an ugly lawn ornament sticking out the ground. With a swift kick, Kamisori set off lazily around the house, leaving the sign broken in half.
Kamisori hopped the fence to the backyard and let a smile come across her face as the familiar fresh green grass and flowers wafted over her senses. They pulled her grandmother's memory forward as if she were standing right behind the young girl. Looking straight ahead, Kamisori saw a large bush stand out from the rest as if it was the garden's crowning glory. As she got closer, she realized it was Shiori's favorite rose bush. Even though it was already early autumn, the bush was covered with blossoming rosebuds. Shiori once told her roses were her father's favorite. Kamisori smiled, she now knew why.
Reaching out her hand, she plunked one of the dew-covered buds, and as it lay in her hand, it started to bloom with a delicate beauty.
The silent moment was soon broken and she turned on her heel at the sudden sound of the back porch door thrown wide open. The shocked gaze in the doorway met red eyes and Kamisori gave a small smirk before flitting away, vanishing into the wind and trees, leaving the tall figure alone again as he slowly calmed down from his shock. Shuuichi-kun smiled looking at where the girl vanished, "Welcome home, my little niece…and you too big brother."
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There were still a few hours left until sunset, but the sky had already started to tinge pink as the sun slowly sunk into the far-off horizon. Kamisori stood solemnly among the cold grey headstones. A cold wind shifted blowing through her black hair, making her shiver. She didn't know what brought her here, but here she was, at her grandmother's grave. Many sorts of bouquets and carnations already surrounded the elegantly carved stone. Hesitantly, she stepped forward and placed the rose at the base of the stone. She stepped back again. Her gift was the only rose among the lilies and the tulips. She grinned. Even now she was different from the rest of the humans, and she was proud of who she was; the daughter of two of the most powerful demons in Makai. Silence flooded across the wind-blown field and Kamisori was about to turn to leave…
"Ms. Kamisori, you were supposed to go directly to the temple." The soft melodic voice floated in the breeze, making Kamisori stiffen. Her cheeks flushed deeply. She couldn't turn around now. Taking a deep breath, she found her voice, "I was going there now, Kaijin, don't tell me what to do. I don't need you babying me anymore." Kamisori tried to keep her anger in check, and as soft as possible. She didn't want to drive the vixen away just by losing her cool and sounding too harsh.
"If I may ask though, what are doing here?"
"It's none of your business!" Kamisori snapped, forcing back her unshed tears.
"I understand." Kaijin gave an apologetic bow, and slowly turned away, guessing her little mistress wanted to be alone. Suddenly, a quick blur pounced on her from behind, sending the vixen tumbling to the ground.
"Don't leave! Please! I'm sorry!"
Kamisori's anger melted into tears that streamed down her pale cheeks. Her face buried in the rich brown hair. Kaijin turned around from her place on the ground and smiled. She pulled Kamisori into her lap and stroked the soft black-tipped silver ears. As she quickly learned over the years, it always calmed her young mistress.
"I'd never you…" She whispered soothingly, "I made a vow to watch and protect you." Her long nimble hands rubbed Kamisori's back, holding the youth as carefully as a porcelain doll. Kamisori listened to Kaijin's pretty voice (which would sing to her while she slept when she was younger) while she rested against the vixen's shoulder. Suddenly, red eyes flashed open in realization and her head bolted up. She stared at the vixen, her eyes filled with confusion mixed with fear, "You made a vow…?"
Kaijin was just as confused as she only stared at the young girl. All she could do was to nod her head, truthfully. "I made a promise to your fathers that when you came to Makai to watch over you and protect you when they cannot."
As if repulsed by the touch, Kamisori scrambled and scampered to her feet and away from Kaijin, still refusing to let her unshed tears fall. Her heart felt like it was being crushed in a meat grinder. The only reason Kaijin stayed by her side, protected her all those years, held her close when she was sad, soothed her with a beautiful song when she was afraid, took care of her when she was sick or hurt, and even holding her at night while she slept. It was all because a promise to her parents. It all meant nothing! She meant nothing! She was nothing but a burden!
No!
Kamisori didn't want that life again. She went to Makai to get away from that kind of life. She didn't want this! Squeezing her eyes shut, her tears had become too threatening. She turned and ran off leaving a confused Kaijin on the ground, a glimmer of sadness and longing in her dark green eyes.
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Kamisori leapt around the numerous thick trees. Cold red eyes burned with tears. She was angry. She shouldn't have run away from Kaijin. Her fathers had always taught her never to run from her fears, but her heart just hurt too much to hear the vixen say such shallow words with such a gentle voice and serene face. Kamisori loved Kaijin! Ever since the vixen took the new 13 year old girl to bathe in the stream while her fathers went out hunting for the day. Of course, Kaijin acted innocently, like a babysitter, but the young half-breed loved her just the same, and wanted to be with her at all times!
Unfortunately, reality is not so kind as Kamisori wasn't paying attention to the air around her. She crashed into a firm build and was thrown backward to the ground. Opening her eyes, she found herself at the edge of the forest. Temple Genkai stood looming just behind the dark figure in front of her.
"You're late." A gruff, deep yet familiar voice caused Kamisori to scramble again to her feet. "I'm sorry daddy, I lost track of time." Her eyes were adverted, hoping her Jagan-master father wouldn't find out why she was upset, but missing the third eye's subtle purple glow. His footsteps crunched through the prickled fresh grass, and approached her slowly and clasped a sword-calloused hand on her petite shoulder. He moved behind her. "We've all been waiting for you." Surprise and confusion clouded her eyes as the silent and empty temple grounds were soon filled with a great clamor of excitement.
"Happy Birthday Kamisori!"
The whole gang stood before them, with excitement on their faces, Yusuke and Kuwabara stepped aside to reveal both Keiko and Yukina supporting a big rectangular cake, covered with sweet vanilla icing. Kamisori could smell that underneath it lay a layer of rich chocolate. On top, her own name was elegantly written in light blue frosting, along with fifteen blazing candles. Kamisori wanted to smile, she had almost forgotten today was her birthday. She hadn't taken two steps forward when she was tackled with a hugs by an overly excited Yuichi and Hinata.
Their laughter was infectious and Kamisori couldn't help but return their hugs and share in their laughter. After a while, Kamisori looked around at everyone she cared about gathered to celebrate her birth. However something was missing. It wasn't until she saw Aunt Karine appear, her red hair pulled high in a ponytail, carrying in boxes of brightly wrapped presents. Everything around Kamisori stopped.
"Where is Papa Kurama?" She called out and everyone stopped to stare at her, all of them unsure of what to say. Just then, Hiei came up behind her again and with his hands on her shoulders, directed her towards the temple. The door didn't even have time to open a crack to reveal a flash of red.
"I'm sorry, Fire Blossom. I didn't miss anything important did I?" Kamisori wanted to run to him as she heard that gentle alto, but couldn't as her daddy held her fast.
"Papa are you okay? Daddy said you were sick!" Kamisori asked worriedly, but stopped as she saw the blushing smile on her father's face. "What are you hiding papa?" Kamisori questioned as she saw the glimmering twinkle within emerald eyes. She looked back up at her daddy, hoping she could get an answer from him. Hiei only guided her closer to Kurama.
While Hiei pulled Kurama into a long kiss, Kamisori noticed something in Kurama's arms. Pulling away the blanket, the teen gasped. Big green almond shaped eyes stared up at her. A tiny alabaster smooth skinned hand reached toward her. Soft silver hair crowned his small head. The little one cooed then rolled over and cuddled against Kurama's chest, seeking warmth.
"Kamisori," Kurama smiled at his daughter, "I'd like you to meet your new baby brother, Killua." Kamisori looked down again only to meet vivid green eyes. She stretched her hand toward his tiny one, and the babe grasped her index finger tightly. Kamisori smiled, he was definitely strong.
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After all the presents had been torn open, everyone sat inside with their drinks and dessert. Just then a familiar face peeked through the sliding door. Faye's wind-blown white blonde hair worried Koemna who stood up fast as his girl leaned against her oar. "Faye, what's going on?"
"Because you weren't there dad," Faye crossed her arms, somewhat irritated, "A few more demons have escaped into Ningenkai." Koemna rubbed his temples, as Yuichi, forgetting his half-eaten chocolate cake, leaped up. "Don't worry, I can take care of it and be back in no time."
"Yuichi, it's getting too dark." Keiko voiced her concern. Yuichi hadn't fought any demons at night before.
"I'll go with him." Kamisori stood next Yuichi, and the boy draped his arm across her shoulders. "Yeah, we made a great team earlier!" Yuichi grinned.
"I guess we have a new Reikai Tantei." Kazuma stated proudly. Kurama, with Hiei's hand on his shoulder, looked up at his mate, but was given reassurance that the jagan would be watching them.
"I want to go too!"
Just then, with her vanilla ice cream cup in hand, Hinata bounced over to stand on Yuichi other side. "No!" Kazuma shouted, upset with concern. "My baby girl is not going to get hurt by nasty demons!" Yukina came over and put her hand on her husband's arm to try and calm him, then turned to Hinata. "What I think he means is that you've only barely discovered your power. You've only just training last year."
"But I want the experience!" Hinata hastily put down her cup, and clasped her hands together. Her face scrunched up into a cute pout. She knew from experience her daddy couldn't resist this face. "Please!"
"I watch out for her." All gazes turned to Kamisori as she suddenly spoke with fierceness in her voice. However, her red gaze remained locked with a matching red gaze as she made a silent promise she would protect her cousin. Yukina sighed as she hugged Kazuma's arm, still a little worried. Hinata excitedly hugged Yuichi's arm in a death grip, her long twin ponytails swung against her shoulders.
"Look at that Urameshi!" Kuwabara laughed, "You're boy is more popular with the girls than you ever were!" The tall carrot-top narrowly dodged out of the way of Yusuke's fist. The former Spirit Detective then turned a concerned yet proud gaze to his son, "Hurry back you three; remember, curfew is 11:00." He gave the trio a 'bang' for good luck, which Yuichi reciprocated before turning on his heel and bursting through the doors of the temple and into the night, followed by his two female companions and Faye riding on her oar above them.
The torch has been passed. A new Reikai team has been born! It's a whole new adventure of mystery that awaits them in the shadows!
~THE END
YU YU HAKUSHO
FOREVER!
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YEA! I'm done! Finally, again if you want to see what Kamisori or Yuichi or Hinata look like, go visit my Deviantart page http: / / danicaspirit . deviantart . com / or visit my friend's page http: / / hiei-minamino-17 . deviantart . com/ (the creator of Kamisori and Faye (and Sam sort of)
Now unfortunately, my imagination has given me no time to rest, for it has another story cooking, this time Kai/Rei of Beyblade. It will be a Romance/Tragedy meaning someone will die. I can't help it. Look forward to it I hope.
