Chapter 29 – Visions Alive

"Stay away, Kurama!" Sarome's voice snapped at him. The sun had fallen, and a full moon was out, and Kurama had watch Sarome change from demon to human. A bright red and white light and illuminated the forest, blinding Kurama for a minute. "From Demon to Human, demons are lost, visions come alive!" her voice rang throughout the forest. He could see her body, as the light dimmed, change. She was shorter, smaller, and younger. Her hair, was shorter, still brown but now curly, and went only about an inch farther than her shoulders. The red streak was still there in her hair. Her cat-like ears were gone as well, replaced my human ears. Her claws shrunk down to nails. She wore a pair of black jeans with a red and black belt that hung loosely, for it was made of a silky cloth, by her legs. Her shirt was black, clinging to her slim form, and a shawl, with roses sewn into it, hung loosely over it.

Sarome had become Sarah, the human. From the cat-demon to the Human. Kurama only watched as her transformation ended with the light dimming down.

She was lying on the ground, looking unconscious to his eyes, but, as he stepped forward, she got up and ran away from him. Naraku's chuckles reached both of their ears, and Sarah screamed. Kurama ran after her, following the trail of blood that was coming from her neck more than her scent. She screamed again, and Kurama feared what he had seen over seven months ago: the trip. He caught up with her, and saw Sarah, lying there. Blood pooled from her neck, but, what got Kurama in the stomach was the terrible wound in her chest. A whip mark had cut open her shirt, and she was crying. Then Kurama noticed the style of the mark, and ran as fast as he could to her side.

"Sarome!" he cried out, reaching her side. She didn't move, but screamed again. "What is wrong and let me heal your wound!" He reached down to her chest to use his own aura to heal her, but, with all the force she could muster, she slapped him across the face and scooted away from his hand. "What is wrong?"

"Why attack me and then heal me, Kurama? Answer me this?!" Kurama gasped slightly. Rain began to fall, and they mixed with his tears on the ground. They also mixed with Sarome.

"Why would I attack you? You know me better than that. You know I would never do such a thing," He said. He tried to take her hand, and actually succeeded. She tried to pull away, but he held her hand tightly in his grip. "Remember all of those Yu Yu Hakusho episodes you watched with me in it," she gasped, "how I only killed if I had to, how I tried to save my mother, but, Yusuke had stopped me, Sarah and Sarome. You know me, Tarja, Katoma, and Shelbra told me so." Kurama could see all the tears now falling like an endless river down her face. "You know I love you too much to hurt you."

"Kurama, I am so sorry," she said, before wincing in pain. Kurama could see miasma starting to crawl in. He waved his hand simply, shooing the poison smoke away. "K-K-Kurama," He gently placed a finger on her lips, and she winced again in pain.

"Don't speak, not yet," he said. He kissed her lips gently, and then moved to her wound. He placed his hands on top and let his aura fill him. He could hear Sarah cry out in pain as she felt his demonic aura enter her body. "It is Ok, I am helping you, Sarah," he whispered, knowing she would hear. She nodded and grunted again as Kurama used his powers to meld her flesh back together. "Almost done," he whispered. She nodded and stifled a scream as he finished reassuring the skin to cover the wound there.

"Kurama, I am so sorry," she said again, after he finished. The blood was still pooled around her, in her hair, her face, clothes, skin, but Kurama picked her up and held her tight against his chest. "It was Naraku, Kurama, Nar-." He shook his head, telling her not to speak, and carried her back to the village, but a figure stood in his way. He didn't say anything, but he chuckled, and extended his hand.

He was clothed in a baboon's fur.

Sarome screamed in pain as more blood trickled down from the three scars. "Sarome, you are mine," Naraku sleezed. Kurama gently placed her on the ground and stood in front of her protectively, his rose-whip out and ready.

"No, she isn't," Kurama barked.

"If you have forgotten, Kurama," Naraku hissed, clenching his fists, making Sarome scream in pain, "I control her very life in my hands." He began to chuckle again, and Kurama knew, now, that he might not get out of this place alive to see his mother again.