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Chapter 2

Kishou

It wasn't long before Kathy began to panic about her friend. The clock on her phone added another minute, making it close to 2am. Quickly the woman rose from her spot at the bar and made her rounds through the establishment. People began to leave making it easier to spot any hidden corners she might have missed earlier. 'Whitney where are you?' Again Kathy tried to call her, but for the fifth time it went to voicemail. This wasn't happening. Things like this don't happen to people like her. Now Kathy was getting desperate. She began to ask anybody "Have you seen this woman?" All with the same saddening response. Running up to the bouncers, Kathy pulled out her phone and thrust it into the men's faces. "Have you seen her?" She began in haste. "She went missing over an hour ago, I think someone took her." A steady hand placed on her shoulder. "Ma'am, are you sure?" Kathy nodded wildly. "She didn't leave with anybody on her own?" Again Kathy shook her head. "No, she's not like that. Please." She begged. "Please help me find her." Taking his hand away, the bouncer pulled out his radio and alerted his crew members before turning his attention back to Kathy. "Keep looking for her and we'll do the same, check back to us before you leave." Kathy let out a sigh of relief, and gripped the man's shirt. "Thank you."

"This is it?" Yusuke asked in disbelief. "This is our next case?" Botan kept her eyes glued to the ground. It was embarrassing for all parties involved to be served with this. "I'm sorry Yusuke, but that is what I was informed." "It's insulting our intelligence." Kurama bit back as he walked out from the shadow. Botan raised her gaze to the former fox thief. "What would you have me do? Take it back?" "That would be start." "I'm serious Yusuke, Koenma has reasons that even I don't know." The spirit detective scoffed back. "I'm sure he's got reasons. When does he need this by?" Botan gave him a kind smile. Hoping it would mellow out his stress. "Tomorrow if possible." Yusuke waved his hand in annoyance. "Alright, come on Kurama let's get this over with."

Kishou roared with anger in the middle of the abandoned library. It had to be here, the stone had said so. A book case flew to the opposite side of the room before crashing into splintered wood. Amber orbs scanned the broken pieces in hopes of finding it, before they landed onto the old book keeper. A menacing smile began to grace his lips. "Well, well old man. I should have known you were hiding it." With quick grace Kishou dropped from the large overturned desk. His fire like hair moved lightly with his speed. He was alluring, otherworldly, and dangerous. His two horns elegantly twisted into filed points above his crown. Each on engraved with markings only a royal would know of. He closed the distance between himself and the terrified human, before kneeling down.

His hand slowly reached out and grabbed onto the gray overcoat. "Where is it?" He began. "Tell me and I will spare the life of your family." The man's skin turned paler, his eyes grew wider and his mouth trembled with each bating breath. "I-I will never tell." Kishou grinned bigger. "Come now. Tell me." Again the elderly man shook his head fearfully. "I will never tell." Anger began to bubble in his veins, while his cool amber eyes turned to molten lava. The demon pulled the man to him forcefully in rage. "Enough games human!" Kishou spat. "If you do not show me, I will gladly tear you limb from limb." The man's heart began to beat at an unhealthy speed. "I will di-Ah!" With a quick flick of his hand, Kishou pulled the man's right arm from his body. Blood sprayed like rain amongst the littered books beneath him, and onto the demon himself. Kishou's tongue ran over the back of his clawed hand in sickening delight. Still a disturbing mystery why human blood tasted better than demons.

The man began to shake in shock. The pain becoming too unbearable for his delicate health. With all the strength and left over adrenaline he could muster, the librarian slowly lifted his left arm. His pointer finger stretched out into the distance. "Th-There." He muttered. "Behind the wall." Kishou smiled wickedly and patted the human on the head. "Good boy." He joked lightly as he rested his talon again his throat. "Maybe I won't torture you after all." His fingers grazed gently, enjoying the feel of flesh under him before he buried his fingers in. The elder choked and latched onto the demon with his working hand. But it wasn't long before Kishou tightened his grip and crushed his throat. "This is just too easy."

All four men stood outside the large library silently reading the energy levels from within. There was something wrong here, something Koenma didn't warn them about. "We can handle it, right?" Kuwabara said confidently. Kurama frowned displeased at their current situation. The energy levels were too strong to be an average human, and Koenma would have mentioned a demon present in the human world. "Well I'm not waiting out here all night, meet you guys in there." Yusuke announced before heading up the long stone steps. Kuwabara immediately followed behind his old time friend. Whatever was happening inside was sure to be a surprise. "This isn't right." Hiei muttered to his teammate before he as well walked up to the library entrance. Kurama followed him with cautious eyes, weary of the outcome on this dark evening.

Long chocolate curls hung beautifully in the glare of the moonlight. Kishou was pleasantly surprised the mortal he had been looking for was easy on the eyes. "Excellent job Ruko!" He praised happily. "How did you find her?" Ruko grinned elated at his master's compliments. A future as Kishou's general was looking more promising each day. Reaching into his pocket Ruko pulled out the emerald stone, before handing it out to his master. "It would not stop burning as soon as I saw her." Walking towards her, Kishou smiled fondly. His bloodied hand caressing her face. Slowly he bent so that his lips were by her ear. "My queen."

Ruko watched with curious eyes at the scene before him. Kishou never let a woman get close, it was unheard of for him to mate. But as he stood there apparently holding his future queen, Ruko couldn't help but feel the smallest pang of jealousy. When he had first saw her at the poor excuse of a brothel did he question himself. She was far too curvaceous, trusting, and readable. Oracles were always described as cold, delicate creatures that stayed hidden from the world. This woman was too different. "Lord Kishou." Ruko began. "Are you sure she is the one?" Kishou straightened and met his adversary eye to eye. "Why would you think otherwise?" He questioned. Ruko could see the killer glint in his eyes. A trait that could never been hidden. "She is wrong for the description of the oracles. What if this is a trick?"

Kishou admitted he had a point. He had seen the creatures before. Turning from him, Kishou went to his discarded weapons and picked up an old leather bound book. "The old man was hiding this." Kishou stated. "Let's see if it responds to our little mortal." Cautiously he started to unwrap it, the packed dust giving away. A sudden breeze filtered through the building, swaying the hair of the sleeping woman. The book began to glow, the pages turning brighter with each passing second. Kishou's heart leapt as the book of the life started to respond. His birthright was coming closer now. All the years of bloodshed finally had its purpose. The book then blew open. The wind now coming through at dangerous speeds. Nearby books trembled and flew, as the glass windows began to shake. Kishou was laughing now. The sound bearing fear in anyone who was within distance.

Yusuke formed his fingers into position. As soon as he made it to the doors did the spirit energy become stronger. "Spirit Gun!" Blue energy flew from his hand to the door, splintering the wood as it made contact. The wind from inside sucked in the flying pieces of the door. In the distance Yusuke could see two demons in the middle of a chaotic ritual. The second thing he quickly noticed was an unconscious woman in one of demons arms. "Hey!" He shouted lifting his hands again. "Playtime's over!" His other teammates arrived to see Yusuke's distress. Kurama and Hiei turned to one another in silent understanding. "Leave the girl alone!" Kuwabara screamed coming forth from the back. His energy sword drawn in determination to the one that carried her. Kishou's laughter died down as he turned his attention to his follower. "Ruko, take care of them."

Ruko nodded in acceptance and placed Whitney onto the dirtied floor. "I'll see you soon my treasure. " Kishou whispered before disappearing into a cloud of smoke. Instantly the wind died, leaving the four spirit detectives and Ruko to fight. The villain reached behind his back, pulling forth a large axe. Its points sharp and cracked, clearly telling stories of victorious battles. "I will not make this enjoyable." He voiced strongly before charging at Kuwabara. They met quickly, too quickly for Kuwabara's comfort. Ruko was fast, and skilled. Clearly surpassing an A class demon. The young man's teammates also sprang forth in assistance. This was sure to be a long battle.

Whitney groggily came forth. Her senses returning to her slowly and disorientating. The first thing she noticed was the smell of burning wood. The heat licked deliciously at her skin, warming her from the night chill. When her hearing finally came too, she could make out groaning and the cracking of metal. Hesitantly she pushed herself up from the floor. Her eyes finally focusing on the scene before her. Men battled mercilessly. Blood flew with the swipe of their swords and fists. They were yelling from pain and exertion. Her eyes widened when realization settled in. Fight or flight response came to her quickly, making her rise to her feet and run to the library opening.

Her heels pounded roughly against the tile as she made her way to escape. But she was pulled away quickly into strong warm arms. "It's alright," the man whispered gently. "You are safe." Whitney turned to look at him. Red hair that would make roses envious was the first striking feature she noticed. Then it was his eyes. Clear and pure emerald green. "Please let me go." Whitney pleaded. "I didn't do anything, I didn't see anything, I won't say a wor-" "You are in danger, and we are here to help." She studied him quietly while the battle raged on behind him. Whitney knew she would have acted differently if she dreamt of this before but the emotions running through her were exhausting and debilitating. "Why?" Kurama wanted to answer her, but he couldn't. Not until Koenma gave him direct orders. Carefully he lifted her into his arms and ran off, the large man 'smith' howled in agony and distress in the distance. "Youko!"

The buildings, Whitney passed by became blurred at the man's impressive speed. The library was no longer insight and for that she was grateful. It wasn't long before they arrived at her apartment building. The sun already starting to rise in the distance. Gently Kurama set Whitney down on her feet and she swayed. She latched onto him briefly as she collected herself. "Thank you." She said kindly. "I'm still not sure what happened tonight, but I know you and your friends saved me so, thank you." Kurama smiled sweetly. Hoping she wouldn't lash out at him. "There is no need to thank." Kurama began. "As much as I would like for this night to be forgotten, I cannot erase your memories." Whitney slowly took a step forwards. Nervousness and shock settling into her bones.

Her arms were around him suddenly. Her face buried into his chest. Kurama stood still, unsure of how to react to something so platonic but intimate. It was unusual that a female would openly embrace him. "I'm sorry." She mumbled through his clothing. The heat from her mouth hit skin and it made him shiver. "I'm just so scared, and happy at the same time. I thought I was going to die." Like a gentleman he pushed her away, taking in the rivers of black makeup. "What is your name?" He asked her. She sniffed and wrapped her arms around herself. "It's Whitney." "You are not Japanese." Kurama stated. "But you speak it fluently." Whitney nodded. "I moved here with my parents when I was young." Kurama gave a curt nod, before looking over his shoulder. In the distance he could make out three figures. Two walking and carrying a third. 'This is bad' Kurama thought.

Authors Note: Second chapter is up and done! I realized the first chapter seemed a bit short and want everyone to get an idea on whats going on. I plan on doing an update every week so stay tuned! xoxo Chrissystixx