Heloo! Okay so here is the second chapter of my story. Please let me know what you think, but be nice and enjoy!

Chapter 2 ...

The masked fighter walked back to the group. Kuwabara held up his fist in victory. "Nice job creepy man. Time to see what's under that mask of yours now." The masked fighter only glared at the human and pointed her finger behind him. Kuwabara turned around to find all the demons circling around the Urameshi. Kuwabara glared at them, "Hey, what's this?"

"You really think we're going to fight by the rules?" a demon announced.

"There's only one way we could find the best team on this boat," another demon said.

"Wouldn't you, now?" Kuwabara asked.

"I think they stole my idea," Hiei stated. "We'll have to make them par dearly for that."

The masked fighter noticed Kurama had a rose in hand. 'Youko? No, that is not possible,' she thought to herself.

Kurama smirked, "Of course."

The four members of the team attacked the demons. A demon swung his sword at the masked fighter. She easily dodged every swing by stepping backward. She jumped backward onto the high deck, where a few more demons came running up from behind her. She swept between them and kicked them off of the boat, causing them to and in the water. She jumped back down to join her team. She noticed a demon standing in front of the peacefully sleeping Yusuke.

The demon smirked, raising his hand to his chest. "This kid is going to make me famous."

"Urameshi!" Kuwabara cried.

The demon raised his claws higher, up to his head, about to strike, "Now, die!" Bang! The demon was knocked across the boat, passed out against the railing.

The team stared at Yusuke with shock as he constantly threw punches into the air. "Come on! You can't scare me, Grandma! I'll knock you back to your grave!"

Kuwabara stared with wide eyes, "That's a relief, he's awake."

"No, fool," Hiei interrupted. "He's sleeping."

"Right now?" Kuwabara asked.

Yusuke continued punching the air, "Quit it, you stupid old bitch!" he then stopped, sat down and continued to stare.

Kurama chuckled lightly, "Even in his slumber, Yusuke is reliving his training. His preparations should make us all jealous."

The team stood in front of a large Hotel entrance. The masked fighter glared at Kurama, wondering if it was just a coincidence to have the same abilities as her old friend. Kuwabara interrupted her thoughts, "Are we really staying here?" They walked into the hotel, finding many in suits and gowns, drinking wine. "Wow!" Kuwabara looked around the hotel with Yusuke hanging on his arm. "Well, definitely better than the pirate ship!"

A man in tux up to the team with a fake smile on his face, "the best of the evening, gentlemen. The hotel has been expecting you. Please," he went to turn around, "follow me."

They all followed the man to their room as they looked around. Kuwabara spoke with suspicion, "I got a bad feeling about the people here. I never trust grownups that dress up this fancy."

When they entered the room, they immediately sat on the couch after laying Yusuke down. "I gotta hand it to them, they sure know how to make things pretty. I haven't seen this much rich stuff in my life," Kuwabara announced.

The door suddenly opened with a waiter pushing a cart through the door. "Your evening coffee, gentlemen." He put five coffee cups onto the table before leaving. Everyone went to take the cup before Kuwabara objected.

"Careful! Those fancy guys might be trying to poison us!"

Kurama took a sip from his drink, "Does that really make sense, Kuwabara? Why would they bring us all here to poison us?"

"The organizers want to see us fight," Hiei agreed. "They'll save their murder attempts tomorrow."

Kuwabara began to search through his backpack, "You guys can talk all logical you want." He takes out a soda can. "I'm sticking to the trusty old aluminum."

The masked fighter watched her team mates with amusement. She would almost pass them as brothers if they didn't have so many appearance differences. She looked down on the table and noticed one less cup. Kurama seemed to take a notice as well after taking another sip. "Why is there only one coffee cup on the table?"

Kuwabara didn't seem to understand, "That's the one I'm not drinking, duh! WE had this conversation."

"Yes, there should be two," Kurama stated, "one for you and one for Yusuke."

"Wow, you think Urameshi could drink in his sleep too?" Kuwabara asked dumbly.

Suddenly, they heard a sipping noise coming from behind them. A boy was sitting on a dresser behind the couch. He wore jeans, a red shirt, and a red and yellow striped hat. He owned three red stars on his left cheek. Kurama glared at the young intruder. "How did you get in here?"

"He must have got in the room before we got in," Kuwabara replied.

"Fibber, fibber!" the boy retorted. "I came through the door after you got in here. Isn't that what good boys supposed to do?" He looked up in wander. "Oops! I guess I did forget to knock though." He took another sip. "So, you guys are the guests, aren't you? You're so lucky. Oh, my name is Rinku by the way. I'm part of the Rokuyukai team you will be fighting tomorrow."

"Is that so?" Kuwabara asked.

Rinku laid the cup on its side and balanced his body with two fingers. "I wish I was a guest. They don't have to go to the boring openings and ceremony meetings to learn about the rules. You just have to show up here and fight. Guess you don't have to learn about the prize and final rounds stuff when you're going to be dead soon. Somebody said the guests were special, so I got excited, but you don't look special at all. Maybe I'll beat you with no hands."

"Don't you think you're talking too much?" a young blond demon spoke as he was leaning against a wall.

"What?" Kuwabara was shocked to see him. "Who is he? Something's wrong. I didn't even sense any of them come in."

Rinku ran up to the man, "Hey there, Zeru. I was just saying 'howdy-doo' to our enemies."

Zeru opened the door and stopped in the doorway, "Enjoy your last night with the living. Let's just say that tomorrow will strongly resemble as your coffee cup."

"What?" Kuwabara asked as everyone stared at the cup which had been cut in half.

Sayuri stood in front of her father, crossing her arms, "I'm to what?" Her anger rose as her father told her the news.

He closed his eyes in sympathy, "You are to marry Hiro in a week."

Sayuri eyes began to water, "Father, please, I can never marry Hiro!"

"Sayuri! You agreed to the deal. If you do not find some to marry yourself by my approval, I would choose for you. I love you, my daughter; I want you to live a good life with a good husband."

Sayuri glared at her father, "I'd rather die a thousand deaths than marry scum such as Hiro." She turned away from her father and walked to down the dark halls of the mansion she lived in. A male demon walked in front of her. He was rather tall and handsome, however, his cruelty and cold heartedness showed conspicuously. He had very dark red hair that was harshly cut to his shoulders and his eyes glowed red. He smirked darkly towards her.

"Look who decided to finally come out when I arrive."

Sayuri glared at him, "I only appear to mourn."

"Ah, so you heard the wonderful news," he faked a somber look. "Don't fret, my future wife, you will learn soon enough to be respectful towards me. Once you learn, you will have no fear."

"I will never belong to you," she hissed.

"That is what you think," he chuckled darkly as he continued to walk on.

She couldn't help but let the tears fall. She ran out of her household and into the dark forest. "Kuronue!" She screamed as she let herself fall on her knees. "Please," she whispered, "hurry back to me."

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