A/N – Oh my god . . . damn school. Taking all my time. Time to update!

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The group dismounted the craft the next morning, dressed in what Chiyoko had termed "Cantina Clothes", which basically was that each member wore at least one piece of leather. The boys wore leather vests and matching black pants (think Atton Rand from KOTOR 2), and Chiyoko wore a leather corset top and a black denim skirt, her black and red hair pulled into two ponytails, looking almost like a Twi'Lek's lekku.

"Cantina!" Yuusuke and Kuwabara yelled, giving each other a thumbs up.

"Shouldn't we tell the masters this time?" Chiyoko said, not wishing to get in trouble again.

"I already took care of it, Yoko-chan." Kurama said. "They said they were going to the Republic Embassy in the city to see if they could find out any information."

"Oh, sweet!" Chiyoko said, clapping her hands together, her blue eyes glimmering. "Alrighty then, let's go!"

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The group entered the cantina and looked around. There were Twi'Leks dancing onstage and several sleazy men standing around the stage and in the shadows. To the right was a Pazaak den and to the left was a group of tables. To their back right there was a bar. The group moved to one of the tables.

"What should we do?" Kuwabara asked.

"Everyone here is pretty loud, we should be able to hear snippets of conversations." Hiei said, looking around. "And, I can use my Jagan and Kurama can use his super-human hearing."

"I'd be wary about the Jagan, Hiei." Yuusuke said. "If you knock into the brain of a force-sensitive, they will sense it directly, and our cover will be blown."

"Hn." Hiei said, but he nodded his understanding.

It did not take them long to find the information, for a couple of people next to them were talking rather loudly.

"Did you hear? The Sith on this planet are multiplying." One of them said.

"I know! The commander of them is extremely powerful, and he's only human!" Another voice spoke up.

"Hey, isn't that one of the Sith Generals?" One voice spoke up, and the owner gestured to a man who walked to the bar.

"Quiet you! If he knew we recognized him we'd be dead." A voice spoke up.

"I'll be right back." Kurama said, walking over to the bar.

"I'll have a Gibson, please." Kurama said to the bartender, leaning casually on the bar, looking lonely. (A/N – Gibsons knock you off your ass REALLY fast, be careful, mere mortals. Don't drink underage, folks.)

"Hey pal, what's up? You seem lonely." The man said, looking to Kurama.

Kurama smirked in his head. 'Bingo, the old Youko charm never fails.' He thought. He sighed sadly. "My partner left me for another guy." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Ah, yeah, that would hurt, no?" The guy said, taking a sip of his own drink. "I'm Damio. You are?" The man, Damio, asked, looking to Kurama.

'Help, Youko!' Kurama thought, answering the first name that came to his mind. "Kuronue. Pleasure meeting you."

"The pleasure's mine." Damio said, sitting down next to Kurama. "So, you new here? I've never seen you around here before."

"Oh, I travel, trying to find where I belong." Kurama replied, taking another sip of his drink.

"That guy so swings both ways." Yuusuke murmured at the table, and the others nodded (No offense! No offense! It just allows me mobility in the story!)

"You like to travel, I guess?" Damio asked, reaching his hand over Kurama's.

Inside his head, Kurama grimaced, but on his face he gave a small smile. "Yes, I do, actually."

"Have you ever been attracted to power?" Damio asked, smirking slightly.

"What type of power are we talking about?" Kurama asked, smirking back.

"Come to the Sith Embassy later today. I'll tell the guards to let you in. Then, we'll talk about the power you could get." Damio said, walking behind Kurama, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Mentally Kurama began to panic. "Then I guess I should be leaving now to complete work." Kurama said, trying to get out of the situation.

Damio was one step ahead, however, and wrapped his arms around Kurama's waist, and pulled Kurama towards him.

"I think you should spend more time with me." Damio whispered in Kurama's ear. Kurama was about to panic, when a voice filled the air.

"Brother! Brother!" A voice called. Suddenly, a red blur crashed into Kurama. "Oh brother! It's horrible! Come quickly, brother!" The blur said, looking up at Kurama with green, tear filled eyes; dragging Kurama out of the cantina and into an abandoned store. The blur's hand covered Kurama's mouth and pushed him against the wall as Damio ran past.

Kurama turned to face the blur. The blur was actually a woman, with green eyes matching Kurama's own, with read hair and . . . black tips?

"Yoko-chan, is that you?" Kurama asked, and the woman nodded.

"Yup yup! 'Tis I!" Chiyoko said, smiling.

"But, your eyes? Contacts?" Kurama asked, and Chiyoko nodded.

"Yup, let's go. The others are waiting for us at the ship." Chiyoko said, and the two sped off.

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"So, what happened that caused Hiei and Chiyoko to bristle like a cornered cat?" Yuusuke asked. The group was currently sitting around the main hollogram projector, and Obi-Wan was on one of the computers.

"The man . . . Damio, thinks my name is Kuronue." Kurama began.

"He has a fancy for Kurama." Hiei finished, his voice clipped.

"Aww, is wittle Hiei jealous?" Kuwabara taunted, only to be silenced by Hiei's response.

"Kurama deserves much better than that two faced son-of-a -" Hiei began, but was cut of by Chiyoko falling off her chair.

"What the hell?" Yuusuke said and Chiyoko smiled.

"I got an idea!" She said, jumping up.

"Do you allways fall off of your chair when you have an idea?" Kuwabara asked.

"Nope! I was zoning, not paying attention, fell off the chair, and got an idea!" She replied sitting on the hologram projector. "What if Kurama goes to meet Damion, and takes . . . Hiei along with him. I'll block the doors he goes through with my shadows, and Yuusuke, Obi-Wan, Kuwabara, and I can follow."

"How would that work?" Kuwabara said.

"We can go through the shadows!" Chiyoko said. "Sound good?"

The group nodded it's agreement, and Chiyoko nodded.

"We still have a couple hours to kill, wanna go to the cantina again?"

"NO!"