Kurama's POV

I looked at the girl from the corner of my eye. I studied her closely while she was thinking. About what had happened? About being mysteriously rescued? About my odd nickname? I couldn't tell, but I took advantage of the situation. Her hair was longer that I initially thought, I noticed. As she was in a sitting position, it went down almost all the way down to her waist in dark, full waves. Her eyes were an interesting shade of turquoise underneath her long, dark brows.

Then those eyes met mine and saw that I've been looking at her. I averted my gaze immediately, but I knew she saw that. I frowned, slightly annoyed with my lack of caution around this girl.

I looked back at her and noticed she was still looking at me, as if studying me the way I just had been studying her. "You should lie down," I told her, "or your wound might open up." I didn't mention anything about how she seemed to have healed unnaturally fast. It was a very serious injury, when Yusuke, Kuwabara and I found her lying on the ground. All three of us saw a strange presence by her side. It was hard to tell what it was, but there was a distinct light outline of the figure that gave me the impression of a cheetah. When it saw us, it spread its legs, giving the impression that it was going to pounce. It stood its ground between us and the girl and it bared its fangs out in a threatening manner. It seemed to be protecting the girl, but we couldn't be sure.

"Is that…a Spirit Cheetah?" Kuwabara asked.

From where we stood, I could see the pool of blood that had gathered around her upper body and soaked through the earth. Though the blood was still fresh, the wound on her back stopped bleeding. More so, it seemed to have acquired a thick crust. I have seen injuries like this before, and knew that it was a sign that it had closed up, but it was still far from being healed. The unexplainable speed her recovery unsettled me. Nonetheless, she had lost a lot of blood and needed to be treated fast.

Yusuke noticed too. "We need to get her out of here." There was a note of urgency in his voice. He knew the girl didn't have much time, but I wondered if he noticed how fast she was healing too.

As if the cheetah had understood what he said, it stopped baring its fangs at us and it took a more relaxed position. It looked back at the girl, made a motion as if it nodded ever-so-slightly and then it disappeared. Neither of us questioned it at the time, but what happened that day, the suspicion still loomed inside my head.

The girl didn't listen to me and continued sitting, although it was obvious that it took her a lot of strength to. On that note, I realized that I didn't know her name. I frowned and backtracked. Was that necessary? Once she will be fully healed, we would be on our way. We never planned on staying. Then why did I give her my name along with my demon name? I shook my head internally. I supposed I have become reckless. Or possibly careless.

"What happened to that man?" she asked me.

"We—" I stopped in mid-sentence. I was almost about to say what we really did to him, that we erased his memory of the incident. He was drunk beyond any point in lucidity and we thought it would be a sensible thing to do, though much too sympathetic for what he had done. I didn't like it that those eyes compelled me to tell the truth, so I looked away. "We left him there. Once he'll wake up, he should be sober enough to realize he's far away from home and leave."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that she nodded, satisfied with my answer. Then she looked at me curiously. "What were you doing there? I haven't seen you before."

I looked away again, this time at my book as if engrossed by its cover. "We were exploring," I said, shortly.

"Without your gear?" she raised an eyebrow.

I frowned. Was she interviewing me to find something amiss in my explanations? "We left it at home. We weren't going to do far."

She just now seemed to have realized something. "Where am I?" there was a slight edge of panic in her voice.

"At a friend's house. Don't worry," my voice softened automatically, "you are safe here."

She started her questions again. "Where are your friends now?" I sighed inaudibly. There was no chance she could detect anything out of place with my story, but the fact that she kept badgering me with questions was very tiring.

"They are out," I answered shortly and stood up. I met her turquoise gaze and held it. Then I bent down and pushed her gently back on the bed. This time, she didn't protest, not did she look away. "Rest," I told her.

And with that I left the room, closing the door behind me.

A/N: I decided, since I'm starting to go through my old stuff, to add bits and pieces to them, if there is necessary. This one I've been told that it ended too suddenly. At the time, I thought that it was all right, but as I went through it, I thought I can definitely add something more to it. So here it is. Something extra. Hope you guys will like it.

I don't know right now if I wil add anything more to this. I haven't made up my mind yet. Any suggestions?

I will eventually go through most if not all of my earlier one-shots to at least make them better. Whether I will add anything to them or not I don't know yet. And since I won't delete them and repost them, but just update the "chapter," i doubt fanfiction will notify those who have me on their alerts list. Who is interested to read my better and improved versions should check my profile. I will mention there at Stories and Updates whether it has been redone or not.

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