Here's chapter 2. Again let me know how im doing.

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It's been a week and Hiei still lies on the same cold damp floor but he has new cuts and bruises cover his entire body. The pain and fogginess still control him but even if the poison wore off he couldn't move well with a broken arm and leg and two fractured ribs. Still he tried everything in he could to escape, he even tried after a few days to contact his teammates but it seemed the poison affected his jagen as well. All he could do was lay there and try to heal, he would wait patiently for his time to escape and when he did he was sure to make the bastard demons pay. Thinking of all the ways he could repay his captors 'kindness' he drifted slowly to sleep. Awaken not two hours later by a noise much different then usual coming from the bar above, silence; it was the absence of the usual sounds of brawling, belching and bellowing. Hiei put his senses on high alert trying hard to determine what the cause was until he heard the door slowly open as though hesitant about what lay behind it. Still Hiei remained still not knowing if this was friend or foe, he heard a soft breezy sound and unable to tell what it was kept silent and listened with all his might. The sound repeated itself over again and after the fourth time he realized that this was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and briefly marveled at the holder's stealth. Quickly shakeing his head and scowling at himself for not focusing he realized that the footsteps stopped at the bottom of the steps and he heard nothing further. Trying to open his eyes he still could only see blurs but he did see the bright light from the above stairs and it carved out a figure that as he suspected was not far from him but was not moving. He listened intently trying to decipher the intentions of the stranger wondering if this was the infamous doctor that he kept hearing of. This thought made him nervous and he glared at the blurry figure in an attempt to move him into action. The figure just stood there but then sighed so softly that ordinarily one would not have heard it but in the stillness of the small room it sounded like wind chimes blowing in a soft breeze. This startled Hiei, quickly covering up that fact with an emotionless face, though now he tried his best to ajust his eyes to see better but the damn blurriness would not let up but then the stranger spoke.

"I'm not usually one for rescuing demons but I heard from those buffoons up there that you are a spirit detective working for Koenma." Hiei was again startled, the voice was muffled but it most definitely belonged to that of a women. "Not only that, but they also said that you are Hiei Jaganshi the wielder of the jagen. Tell me, is this true demon?" Hiei did not answer. The onna didn't need to know and he was unwilling to experience pain just to tell her. "Will you or can you not speak?" Again she was met by silence. "Then the information about a special poison made just for Hiei that ensures he will not move a muscle is true? Or is it you are to stubborn or perhaps to weak to bare the pain for one answer?"

"Hn" Hiei winced as a splinter of pain coarsed through him, then when it subsided he heard a soft chuckling and immediately glared at the women.

"Yes, you are most definitely Hiei. Your stories of stubbernness and pride precede your stories of power. I apologize for the pain but it was nessesary to ensure this was not a trap. I can offer my help, I believe we can rid you of this poison but we will have to relocate you, which will be painful. It is your choice and I will respect it." Hiei's glare softened as he considered the words the women had spoke to him, what other option did he have but he did respect that she had given him the choice and decided to accept her offer though knowing that it could be a trap.

"Hn" he said as softly as possible but still frowning at the pain.

"Very well Jaganshi, I will place you on my back. It will take a day and a half to reach our destination and there will be one other along with us. She is my partner and I give my word that nether of us will do anything but assist you." Pausing as though considering something, "This will be painful and if you wish I can put you out until we reach our destination." Hiei glared at her in obvious defiance at the thought that he could not handle a little pain. Leaning closer to him she sighed and felt his forehead testing for fever. Hiei closed his eyes at the brief relief of his fever by the soft and cool hand on his brow, opening them when it was removed he heard her sigh musically as though in part humer and part sadness, very odd. "Very well it is your choice, however just so that you understand that fever is bad and with the added pain you will be receiving while I run, I'm almost certain that you will pass out, but no worry I won't hold it against you. You forget that the poison injected in you was designed especially for you to feel intense pain and I doubt that anyone but you could handle it." This woman now most sincerely puzzled Hiei. What did she mean by saying those words? "Well let's begin before those bakas above awake from the sleeping powder we spread." Suddenly the odd woman stood and whistled loudly making Hiei wince, then he heard the sound of louder footsteps as they descended the stairs. He was instantly suspicious until he remembered the onna mentioning a partner. When the partner reached the bottom she stood there with a silent question. "It's Jaganshi, I need your help putting him on my back. The idiots weren't joking when they said any slight movement causes him pain. I'll pick him up and you strap him to me as tightly as possible." The other onna nodded but Hiei mentally tinged pink. "Alright here we go." Hiei braced himself but then he felt himself being lifted by what seemed to be the air itself and straightened up still in the position he laid on the ground in, then floated to the back of the odd woman nearly touching. "Alright Jaganshi brace yourself." Vines seeming appeared of no where wrapped around his waist, arms, legs and neck and with a quick and painful pull strapped him tightly her with legs around her waist, arms around her shoulders and his head over her right shoulder. Hiei sucked in air and slammed his eyes shut tightly as the pain seared through him but he managed with all his might to not yell.

"Ouch, that really looked painful, you weren't kidding. I'd hate to be this guys shoes." Winced the onna's partner.

"Indeed, but the fun is just starting." Making their way up the stairs and through the bar to the outside, once there the mystery women began a sprint that would rival Hiei in speed. After five minutes they stopped at a clearing with a small stream and observed their passenger for she could feel his painful pants on her neck and shivered slightly as his breath brushed against her skin. Hiei was gritting his teeth and beads of sweat poured from him as he tried to ignore the searing pain that raced through his veins. To him it seemed more like days that they had traveled, as a spike of pain measured each second. The women bent down and Hiei heard the sound of clothing being ripped, then he felt something cool whip across his forehead opening his eyes slightly he saw that the women's partner was holding a damp cloth and dabbing his forehead. "Do you wish to reconsider my offer of putting you out until we get there?" He could feel the onna's cool breath against his cheek as she asked him. Closing his eyes he thought on her words about how only he could handle that pain and he heard no mocking in her voice then or now. Opening his eyes only slightly he breathed out a slightly audible 'hn' and before he could blink he felt a brief pressure on his neck and then nothing.


Drifting in the comforting darkness Hiei thought and felt nothing, he was at peace with no worries or battles or missions. He was content to stay here forever although he knew that was not an option. Still he remained as long as he could until he began to hear a soft sound, wanting to hear better Hiei came from the darkness only to find himself in a room just as dark. He tensed until he remembered being helped by the two onna's, looking around he saw he was in a bed in a small cottage. Looking to his right he saw another bed against the opposite wall and between them was a nightstand and to the front of the cabin was a small kitchen with a breakfast table and two chairs. There were windows over each bed and in the kitchen, all covered with black curtains to block out the light of the moon that he could barely see shining through. Hiei laid there for a minute and then heard the sound that had awoken him. This time he could make is out as a flute that played a soft haunting melody not far away. Hiei made to sit up and grunted at how sore his body was; at least he was in no pain. Swinging his legs off the side of the bed he shakely stood up only to flop back down when his shaking legs couldn't hold the weight suddenly placed on them. Hiei growled in annoyance as he looked to the ceiling and crossed his arms. Suddenly hearing a chuckle he tensed and swung his head towards the sound. There sitting in the window in the kitchen was a cloaked figure holding a flute shining with the light from the moon outside. Hiei relaxed slightly and narrowed his eyes at the figure he assumed to be that same onna that carried him.

"Hn"

"You've only been sleeping for about three days. Your body still has to heal from the poison and only rest and nourishment can do that. I can help you with the latter but its up to your patience for the former." The onna said softly while smiling. Now that the fogginess from his eyes has left he make out more details about his rescuer and discovered that he was correct in his assumption of the figure being female. The dark cloak she wore covered everything but her smooth white hands and smiling mouth, it was a dark brown and although large, sitting as she was against the window frame, he could tell she had a small slim figure. Hiei smirked a bit when he realized that she may even be smaller than him but then blinked when he heard another soft growl. Hiei tinged pink when he realized that it was his stomach, protesting the many days with no food, which had made the noise. Chuckling the onna hopped of the windowsill and walked around the kitchen gathering bread, meat and a plate. Hiei watched as she placed them on the small table and looked up at him expectedly, then walked back to the stove and began cooking something that's smell made his stomach growl louder, Hiei glared at the onna who was laughing softly by the stove and again tried to stand. This time although still shaking Hiei managed to stay up and gradually began his wobbly trek to the kitchen. Nearly there he stumbled expecting to fall flat on his face only to find a chair conveinently there to steady himself with. Hiei glanced up suspiciously not remembering the chair being that close only to see the onna still at the stove stirring. Scooting the chair forward, he sat down and immediately began shoveling the bread and meat down his throat, when a hand came out of no where stopping Hiei from his meal. Growling and snapping up, he saw the onna there with one hand on his arm and one holding a glass of clear liquid.

"You haven't eaten anything in nearly a week. If you continue to gorge like a pig you'll end up throwing it all back up." Hiei snorted and began eating again at a slower pace. "Here drink this in between bites. Its just water it'll help with digestion and getting rid of the soreness." She chuckled as he eyed it suspiciously. Returning back to the stove she continued stirring the contents in the pot and a few minutes later Hiei finished the bread and meat.

"Onna. I'm still hungry." Hiei stated with a slight pout and arms crossed. Turning her head she looked at him and he saw her frown at him, then reaching into a nearby shelf pulled out a large bowl and began filling it with the delicious smelling substance that had Hiei nearly drooling. The onna walked back to him with the bowl in hand, but as he reached for it she drew it back and held it out of his reach.

"What are you doing onna?" Hiei growled.

"Say thank you." She answered simply.

"What?"

"Say thank you." Hiei growled and glared as hard as he could at her, trying to make her give in and just hand the bowl to him, but she wasn't budging. Then he attempted to just take it but ended up falling on the floor with a splat when she still held it from his reach. Growling again he sat back up on the chair and crossed his arms in an act of defiance. "Saying two words is not a difficult thing." But still not saying anything Hiei sat there stubbornly until his stomach growled in annoyance at his rejection of the wonderful smelling food and he once again tinged pink.

"Fine." He sighed. "thankyou" he muttered. The woman smirked, nodded and placed the bowl of what he discovered to be a noodle soup in front of him. Then she sat down in the second chair across from him and watched the moon through the window.

After Hiei finished he exhaled and leaned back in the chair satisfied then stared at the figure across from him trying to distinguish any other features that he hadn't seen before. Then it acured to him that he had no idea who the onna was.

"Who are you ?" he asked

Startled at the sudden abruptness of the question she turned to face him. She was silent for a moment before sighing and turning back to the window.

"I can't answer that. I'm sorry?"

"Why?" he questioned a bit harshly.

"For my own protection, as well as yours."

Hiei stiffened a bit and narrowed his eyes. "Have we met before?"

"No."

Relaxing again slightly he realized he would get no further personal information about her. Once again in silence Hiei began to think back on what had just acured, kidnapping, being rescued, cured. Hiei raised an eyebrow wondering how the onna's had cured him when the poison was specially made.

"How did you cure me?" he decided to ask.

The onna glanced at him, then turned and rested her head in her hands and elbows on the table.

"Well at first we weren't sure where to begin but then we found a dart with liquid matching the poison on you and my partner analyzed it to create an antidote. The problem was that your immune system was so wack, that it was attacking anything that wasn't part of the original you, even the antidote. So in order to give it a boost we added our blood to the concoction and it held them off so the antidote could do its job." Hiei wasn't quite sure how to take that information and yawned as the food caught up with him. "Go to bed. You can ask more questions when you awake." She chuckled. To tired to argue Hiei staggered back to the bed he awoke in and collapsed into it. The warmth and comfort soon began to draw him in and his eyes began to close. Just before the familiar darkness enveloped him, he realized that the in order to have found the dart they had to dig in his pants pockets. Glancing sleepily down he noticed that he was indeed in a totally different outfit then what he had been wearing. Hiei blushed when he realized that one of the women had to have changed him, but that was his last thought as he fell into a dreamless sleep.


Deep in the forest of a neighboring world the echoing sound of clashing fists and weapons could be heard along with grunts, pants and occasional shouts of instruction. What few passerby's heard this simply assumed it was a fight and didn't wish to get involved so they went on their merry way, but one stranger let their curiosity get the better of them and silently made their way through the forest in the direction of the sounds. The sounds quit just as the sun was setting but the stranger was close enough to smell a fire burning in the same direction and continued on this time following his nose until he came to a point that he could hear the low talking of what sounded like two men. Not wanting to be spotted he hopped into a nearby tree and slunk closer using the limbs as his pathway. Soon he could make out the words spoken by the two men.

"… and after that we can work on your spirit awareness until the tournament. You really have improved Kuwabara." This man's voice set the stranger on an edge. Sure it was smooth and charming but underneath it was sly and had a deadly calm but still the stranger approached but with more stealth.

" uunnnhhhh… I don't feel like doing any of that right now. I just want to eat and sleep. Is the food almost done Kurama?" Almost falling out of the tree the stranger couldn't believe how annoyingly stupid the other man sounded. What the heck were they doing out here together? You don't think….ewww naww... no way lets just kick that from mind. Finally the stranger saw the light and smoke from the fire and leaped to one last branch before arriving at the edge of a small clearing. Chuckling drew the strangers gaze immediately to a tall boy with long red hair whose back was too him.

"It's finished Kuwabara. Hand me your bowl."

"Yesss!" The stranger's gaze was then drawn to the most astonishingly horrifying sight of the orange haired human named Kuwabara. He watched slightly disgusted as the human began scarfing the bowl of food down like a starving dog, then suddenly Kuwabara finished eating belched and seemingly past out on the sleeping mat he'd been sitting on, snoring. The stranger sweat dropped and thought, scratch that the dog has more manners. Glancing back at the second man, he assumed was Kurama, he was lying on his mat in with hands behind his head, looking at the stars with a thoughtful expression that seemed vaguely familiar to the stranger. Dismissing the thought the stranger continued studying Kurama, he seemed an average human, well not average for he looked better then most he'd seen, but still the stranger could sense there was something demonic about him. The stranger continued he thoughts of the two men and why they were here, when he noticed Kurama seemingly drop of to sleep, the stranger waited a few more minutes then hopped from the shadowy limb to the floor with naught but a small breeze to give any indication of the action. Making his way silently to Kuwabara, the stranger squatted by his snoring figure and proceeded to study him, then reaching out with one finger as though to touch his forehead only to suddenly flip back to avoid the sting of a whip.

Looking up the stranger and realized that it was Kurama who had attacked with a green thorny whip and an angry look on his face. He was also fascinated to find Kurama's green eyes glowing with a fierce and calculating determination to protect the human. The stranger was completely puzzled by this.

"So protective of him? Must be the human in you." He stated as though coming to a conclusion in his thoughts out loud.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Kurama said with narrowed eyes.

The stranger stood in a relaxed stance, with hands behind his back and shrugged, "Wondering why you're training this human?"

"Why is it any concern of yours demon?" Kurama asked with his usual informative voice but inside his head he was confused to no end. Who was this stranger that stood so relaxed and nonchalant as if posing no threat? The stranger wore a dark cloak that hid everything but his hands and mouth, but he was certain it was a demon, for no human could have gotten so close, nor could they hide every sense of themselves. That was what this stranger was doing for Kurama could not sense spirit, demonic or any kind of energy for that matter. He couldn't even smell him. Kurama had his full concentration on the demon (he assumed) before him.

The stranger gave a smile bordering on smirk and replied in that nonchalant tone of his. "Its not every day you see a demon, even one in a human shell, train a human, willingly that is." Glancing down once again at the still sleeping Kuwabara he frowned a bit. "Doesn't seem fair"

Kurama was now completely bewildered and straightened slightly with a stunned look on his face. What was this demon talking about and how did he know that Kurama being Yoko Kurama in a 'human shell'.

"Not Fair?"

"Yea, your training challenges him, but nothing challenges you. So he's the only one improving."

Straightening out fully and placing his left hand in his pants pocket, Kurama couldn't help but tug the corner of his mouth up at the odd demon that came to this conclusion. Though not completely at ease Kurama felt as though the demon really didn't mean any harm and was just a curious youngling that had somehow found a portal here. "What led you to believe that I need improvement?" he asked.

Shrugging once again the demon replied, "I assumed. Everyone wants to improve." Then, as though in an afterthought, the demon slowly began to grin mischievously and continued. "When was it exactly that you realized I was here, huh?"

Kurama's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed as he coughed to hide his embarrassment. The strange demon giggled at first but that soon turned into a full-throated laugh. Wait, . . . giggled? Kurama snapped his head up to see the demon clutching her sides, with her head thrown back as the velvety sound of her laughter continued to fill the quiet forest. WAIT, . . . HER? Indeed, in her fit of laughter, the demon failed to notice that strands of her hair fell from inside her cloak to reflect a pale blue in the firelight . Kurama couldn't understand how he had missed the obvious signs of femininity that now seemed to smack him in the face, her delicately defined chin and full lips with skin like a pearl, along with her dainty slender hands. Kurama had to struggle not to slap him self, even her voice had that silkiness that only a woman could possibly posses. The Yoko in him noticed every detail now and even with the thick dark cloak he could tell that beneath it was a women of vast beauty. Again Kurama had to struggle with himself not to run over and tear the cloak from the demon to confirm his suspicions. Suddenly the soothing sound of her laughter stopped and he looked up to see her back in her original stance with a small smile on her lips.

"Sorry, couldn't resist." She sighed.

"I see. What exactly is your intention?" Kurama smiled and continued. "Do you mean to give me that challenge?" Kurama was inwardly banging his head. Why on earth did he say that, he blamed his yoko.

The demoness was slightly startled by this question and raised her finger to her mouth as she glanced up in thought. "Actually, hadn't thought of that." Then removing her hand and looking at Kurama with a smile she continued. "Sure, I can help you out, wouldn't mind a friendly tussel."

Kurama grinned with a barely contained excitement that he hadn't felt in quite along time. He wasn't sure if it was because he wanted to fight, for she had to have some skill to sneak up like she did, or because the 'friendly tussel' would give him more time to figure her out, or perhaps something else.

"In order for this to be a friendly tussel, perhaps I should know the name of my friendly partner?" he questioned. Kurama was soon disappointed however when he saw a frown grace her lips, but as soon as it came, the frown returned to a friendly smile.

"You can call me anything you want, Kurama." Then before he could question her further she took off running past him and into the forest at a speed that she knew he could follow so as not to lose him. Kurama was bewildered at what had just moments taken place but soon shook it off and with a grin ran off after her. They ran until they came to a meadow filled with tall grass and daisies, she ran to the middle and stopped with her hands behind her, waiting for Kurama to arrive. She didn't have to wait long until he burst through the trees and ran towards her, but before he could stop she ran at him. Leaping forward with her fist ready to strike, Kurama skid to a stop with his arms in an x to block her. He was surprised to find that her punch was hard and sent him skidding back a ways, putting down his arms with a smile, he found her standing where she had hit him with a calm yet playful smile. Grinning Kurama realized that this would be an exhilarating night, with an unspoken agreement to not use powers, he replaced his rose and charged at her with his fists to begin their 'friendly tussel'.

Much Later that night, about an hour before dawn, two figures could be seen in a dirt and crater filled meadow. Both were panting hard with fists raised, cuts, scrapes and blood was evident on both but more so on the male. Halfway through the night they had decided to add weapons, Kurama holding his rose whip while the other demon held a staff that at the end held a green gem surrounded by a wave like bridging. Even though they both stood in a combat stance with blood pouring from their wounds, a smile could be seen on each of there faces. Kurama's cloths were in shreds and dirt and sticks littered his hair. Her cloak had rips and tears in some of the bottom but try as he might Kurama could never tear off her hood. He had learned more of her personality and found her to be utterly charming and fascinating but never once did he find out information about who she was or where she came from. The demon on the other hand was having the time of her life playing with him, she knew he was extremely curious about her but she simply couldn't offer him that information, she was surprised at how quickly she warmed up to him, with him there were no pretences like the others. The stillness that had settled as they collected their thoughts was suddenly interrupted the chirping of birds awaking and awaiting the coming morning. Startled from their thoughts the two looked up at the sky as it slowly began to brighten and then back at each other where they grinned and broke into laughter then plopped down on the ground from exhaustion.

"Let's call it a night. You still have to train that brainless human today." She said as the laughter died down.

"I'll let him sleep in this morning." Kurama said after chuckling at her 'brainless human' comment.

Reaching into a pocket inside her cloak the demon pulled out two rolls of bandages and tossed one to Kurama who thanked her and they both began wrapping their wounds, none serious.

"Why exactly are you training him, Kurama? If you don't mind me asking, I heard you say something about a tournament." She questioned.

Kurama paused in his wrapping and frowned wondering if he should tell her or not, then deciding to trust her he continued. "Kuwabara and I, along with two others, have been requested to attend the Dark Tournament." He looked up to see her reaction and found her simply wrapping her wounds with her usual smile.

"The Dark Tournament huh?" Then she stopped and chuckled. "You want to take that oaf to the Dark Tournament? I wish you the best of luck."

Kurama was slightly relieved that she was not a demon planning to fight there, would she be attending at all? He wondered with a frown.

"I attended a tournament a while back and it was more blood and guts then actual skill, but I heard there was going to be some very powerful teams this time and with you going maybe I'll go watch." She stated.

Kurama couldn't help but smile at the thought of a friend routing for him in the stands at the tournament or maybe it was simply because she would be there. He shook his head to rid that thought when he looked up to see her pulling her arms inside her cloak and ducking her head.

"I have something I can give you that might help." she said slyly. Kurama watched in curious wonderment thinking maybe she was removing her cloak, but instead he saw a light blue top to a fighting kimono fall to the ground. Kurama turned bright red thinking she may be undressing and wondering what exactly she had in mind, when he heard something heavy fall behind her, the shirt disappearing, and her head and arms stick back through her cloak. Slightly embarrassed and disappointed he watched as she turned around and picked up a seeming heavy long vest, that would simply slip over ones head, and stood walking over towards him. Kurama stood with a confused expression as he examined the vest getting closer, it was thin and could fit under cloths, explaining the shirt.

"Here. It's a weighted vest, you can wear it for training. This will even make working with the buffoon a challenge." She laughed while handing him the vest. Kurama looked up from his observations, startled to find her standing very close to him, but then a soft barely detectable scent teased his nose. Sniffing in he realized that it was her scent and that it was slightly familiar, blinking his eyes and sniffing again, he placed the soft sweet scent, lilies. Opening his eyes, he flushed realizing that he'd been standing there sniffing at her, but was brought back when a sudden heavy weight was placed in his arms. Not expecting it he teetered forward and trying to regain his balance began to fall back. The demon grabbed his shoulders trying to steady him but being lighter then him she simply fell with him. Hitting the ground with a thud and oaf Kurama groaned and opened his eyes to darkness, he panicked for a minute wondering if he'd fainted, until he heard a soft groan in his ear and as all his senses returned, he reddened as he realized that she had fallen on top of him. He could feel her chest on his and her breath on his ear and then inhaling, his nose was filled with her sweet lily sent. Kurama realized that the hood of her cloak must be covering him but made no move to do anything, instead he closed his eyes and let his senses run wild. The demoness however still couldn't get over the idea that she had lost her balance and to top it all off had fallen on top of a muscular man smelling of roses. Wait … roses? Muscular? Deciding to just get up and off of him, she shifted to position her hands on either side of his head, then she shivered hearing him suck in a breath right next to her ear. Then she realized that he was injured and her weight was probably not helping she quickly hoisted herself backwards and onto her rear end facing him with concern. Kurama opened his eyes, blinking at the loss of her he had to struggle once again to keep his yoko part down, then sat up on his elbows to find her looking at him with a frown of concern.

"I'm sorry. My weight probably didn't help your injuries any." Looking confused Kurama looked down to realize that he'd forgotten all about his injuries and put his hand behind his head in embarrassment.

"There's no need to apologize there just scratches and don't hurt very much." Kurama said and smiled when he heard her sigh of relief.

"Well then, I'll be sure to tell you when I place something heavy in your hands, from now on, huh?" she stated with a smirk. Then began laughing again when she saw Kurama flushing in embarrassment. Standing up and dusting himself off, Kurama bent and offered a hand to help her stand up. Still laughing she accepted it and bounced up, taking a few steps back she began dusting herself off as her laugher died. Kurama stood observing her, what a unique women, in one night she had managed to make him flush twice. Never in all his years as demon or human could he remember feeling this at ease and comfortable with someone, not even Koronue.

"Well I best be going. Thanks for all the fun. It was exactly what I needed." Kurama jerked his head towards her in disbelief.

"What? You're leaving?"

"Yea, I can't stay too long in the human world, I am technically breaking the rules." She stated with a smile.

Kurama was instantly saddened, he didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't this. Then a thought came to him.

"If you wish to stay, I could speak with Lord Koenma, I'm sure he would allow you to stay as a possible trainer." He suggested with a smile.

"Lord Koenma? Oh yea, Enma's kid. No that's okay I wasn't intending on staying but a day or two anywayz. Umm, but if your in good with Koenma, are you going to mention me?" she asked with hesitation.

"Not if you haven't done any harm during your stay here." He stated in a slightly depressed tone.

"Nope, you're the only one that I've had contact with. Don't be sad I can't train with you Kurama, that's why I gave you the vest, believe me it'll help."

"Yes, of course. Thank you Lilly." He said smiling to hide his disappointment

"What?" she asked startled at what he had addressed her as.

"Oh, you told me I could call you anything I wanted, well I decided to call you Lilly." Kurama stated, grinning at her astonishment.

"Lilly huh? My favorite flower, I like it." She said. Then giving him a smile that made his stomach flutter she turned and jogged to the edge of the forest. Turning back to him she waved and shouted, "Bye, Kurama!" then disappeared .

"Goodbye Lilly." He whispered back, picked up the heavy vest and turned in the opposite direction and began walking back to the camp and an ever-sleeping oblivious Kuwabara. About halfway back Kurama stopped in his tracks when he realized two things. One the vest was under her shirt and touching her skin, at this he blushed, and two the whole time they had faught she had it on. Just how powerful was she?


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