I felt like an animal that had been cornered. All the people that I had once considered friends came into the room I was staying in and told me how much they missed me, how their lives had been going, and what they thought had happened to me. I wondered if what really happened to me was worse than what they had imagined happened.

But now, it was three days later, and everyone's interest in me seemed to have dwindled to nothing. The only person that I was seeing as Kurama, who would talk to me for about twenty minutes during every meal that he gave me. I didn't know what was happening around me, and it was driving me insane.

I could hear Yusuke yelling at Kuwabara every once in a while, which was a relief because at least I knew what they were yelling. It was usually something along the lines of telling the orange haired boy that he couldn't do that and that if he did…But at that point it was always mumbling. I assumed that it was about me and my predicament.

Was I going to die?

Chances were, probably.

Opening my eyes, I stared up at the ceiling above me, like I had done so many times since I had been here. My head still felt full of whatever pain blockers Yukina had managed to work into me through her energy. Turning my head, I let out a loud scream, followed by the door near where I was slamming shut although I had not seen if anyone had been there.

The door to where I was staying slammed open as everyone came in; I had finally stopped screaming and had pushed myself against the wall.

Beside where my head had been, Yata's decapitated head lay there, with his eyes wide open and his mouth open as though he was screaming. I put my hands over my mouth as I stared at him with big eyes.

Yusuke reached forward and grabbed the head away from me and then asked me a direct question: "Who is this?"

"I-It's…its Yata, he. He was Famine." I whispered quietly, covering my eyes with my hands. I felt sudden warmth nearby, and the scent of a rose indicated who it was. I felt the tears starting to stream down my face.

It wasn't just because of the head that suddenly appeared next to my head. It was because I was the last one. I was the last one other than Ki, and Ki knew where I was hiding.

"Shit." I finally whispered, pushing Kurama away from me. I let out a sigh and looked around the now empty room. "I hate this."

The evil of the necklace was definitely wearing off, I felt small and weak just like I had been before the necklace had done its magic on me. I missed it, but I assumed the feeling was like if someone had quit smoking cigarettes.

Kurama watched me with a concerned look in his beautiful green eyes.

"I'm going to kill him." I whispered quietly, and he suddenly looked surprised.

"Can you?" He wasn't asking if I was able to, he was asking if I was mentally able to.

"I have to." I said, and moved closer to him, feeling his arms wrap around me once again.

Author's Note.

I have been incredibly sick over the past two weeks, I'm finishing up the final chapter whichn will be very, very long.