Diclaimer: I own nothing but the general plot line and the odd character.

To all you lovely little people who reveiwed and answered Naruto, HAVE A COOKIE! I know i said only the first one could have one but, eh, whatever.

Anyway, any questions in regards to the YYH group will be answered when he gets back to that world with his little minions -cough- sorry,I mean, friends.

'Odd…'

This was the first conscious thought that crossed Whisper's mind. He pondered this for a moment before he decided that that particular thought belonged to Suichi.

'What's odd?'

Youko chuckled. 'Tell me what you see.'

'…Trees, leaves, sky, clouds…' Whisper responded, somewhat confused by his mind guests. 'Why?'

Youko snickered nastily and Whisper got the impression that Suichi was glaring disapprovingly at the fox. It was Suichi who answered him.

'We are outside, in a forest, and you collapsed inside, in a classroom. We should at least be in the nurse's office.'

'Ahh.'

Whisper sat up and looked around. Yup, a forest. And mountains. And a large white water river by the sounds of it.

'…What happened to the uniform.'

Whisper glanced down at the odd clothes he was wearing. Trust Youko to notice something like fashion and not notice the fact that Whisper was significantly taller than previously, though not nearly as tall as his adult human form of 6'5ft. Whisper guess he looked about sixteen or seventeen.

The black kitsune throwback wore a black outfit reminiscent of Hiei's outfit, instead of his usual red-lined black school uniform, but while Hiei had a white strip around his waist, Whisper's was a deep royal blue. The accessories that went with his outfit were a pair of soft leather black boots, fingerless black leather glove that went past the elbow and had blue vambraces (armguards) with built-in brass knuckles. Hanging off his hips in a criss-cross fashion were two belts holding various pouches, as well as a pair of samurai swords crossed over his ass, a black leather whip interwoven with small metal spikes hanging from his right hip and a blue steel shakrum hanging from his left. A slight shift in weight confirmed several hidden knives.

However, his most favouritest (it that even a word?) articles were the Hiei-ish black cloak, the royal blue scarf and the matching royal blue headband. His hair hung down past his waist, and swishing stylishly every time he moved. Youko was cooing like a proud parent.

If one ignored the hair, and if he were any less dignified, Whisper probably would have bounced and squealed like a fangirl.

'What's in the pack?' Suichi asked curiously. From the sounds of it, Youko had once again segued into Whisper's subconscious.

Whisper looked around and noticed a previously unnoticed black canvas pack leaning against the closest tree. Looking into it, he found that it was filled with various dried food stashes, a pot, a plate, a cup and water skin, cutlery, a wetstone, a portable mini sewing kit, a couple of handheld books, a medi-kit, extra clothes and various other odds and ends that one would need on the road in the feudal era.

Whisper had shouldered the pack and was trying to decide which was to go, surprisingly unsurprised at his predicament, when a great deal of youki exploded to the North-West.

Instinctively, Whisper took off at a dead sprint towards the outburst. He was only twenty or so yards from ground zero when he questioned why his instincts said, 'GO THAT WAY!'

Suichi spoke with only mild interest. 'It's a type of youki sent out by kitsune in distress or in need of assistance. It's considered bad form not to respond, unless you are the one who put them in their position, or they deserve it.'

Whisper mentally grumbled a he skidded to a halt at the tree line to take in the scene, and only throwing himself to the side saved him from the fireball headed straight for his head.

"The hell-!"

Whisper bounced back up, took three steps forward and grabbed the two kids, a blonde and a redhead, by the scruff of the neck and hauled them back and behind a conveniently placed old oak just in time to avoid a blast of water that would have at the very, very least knocked the kids insensible.

"Come out! We only want the demons!"

Whisper looked down at the kids on either side of him. The blonde stared up at him with worried crystal blue eyes. The redhead just looked at him with morbid curiosity out of eyes that had large black bags under them. He frowned at the tree in from of him and snorted.

"They're not demons. They're fuzzy maracas."

Whisper got a duel elbow in the gut from both sides for that little comment. He snickered anyway.

"So," Whisper looked at his companions. "How good are your escaping skills?"

He didn't wait around for an answer and took to the trees. A slight creak said that at least one of the kids was following.

Ten yards from ground zero, someone yelled, "They're running!" and there were sounds of pursuit. Then there were screams of agony as they came across one of the large man-eating plants Whisper had accidentally on purpose been dropping since the foot of the oak tree.

After about five minutes of heading towards the river, the three hit the bank and pulled a sharp right to follow the current downstream.

Alas, the three par-demons didn't get far before they found themselves backed against the river high-bank, surrounded on the remaining three sides by twelve or so guys in black coats decorated by red clouds. The leader appeared to be the older youth with shoulder-length black hair and dead red eyes.

'Am I the only one getting déjà vu?' Whisper pondered mentally. 'Cause this guy looks kinda like a tall Hiei.'

Quote: Kindergarten was the best three years of my life.

Sorry, it's the best i could come up with. - -'