The face of his beloved slowly melted away to the face of Morina. The brown hair brightened into a blonde and green eyes changed to a vibrant unnatural red. The tiger stripes evaporated from her skin as Yoko glared even more.

"Don't make me ask again!" He growled, his knuckles white.

"How did you know?" She purred sweetly, not at all intimidated by his threats. Her features spread into a cheshire catlike grin, her face close to his.

"You smelled like roses." He informed her, revealing her mistake. "Satira doesn't smell like roses. She smells like catnip."

Morina rolled her eyes, "A rookie mistake on my part." She tried to shift to a more comfortable position in the tightly wound vines.

"Even if you got her scent correct, your off on a other couple things. Her left ear has a black tip, yours didn't. And you had too many stripes on your tail. She's also about two inches shorter than what you guessed."

The captured woman chuckled. "I told Sarkan I needed to get a look at her if he wanted an accurate clone, but he insisted there wasn't time. I thought I did quite well considering it was all based on verbal information."

"Where is she!" He shook her, intending to shake the answer of our of her if it was required.

"She's with Sarkan."

His eyes burned liked molten gold. "I want the location."

Morina was quite confident in her abilities, and quite able to take care of herself, but even she lost her nerve looking into Yoko's passioned expression. The fox wasn't playing games. He wanted her back, and he would do anything to achieve that end.

"I don't know." She admitted finally after a pause.

"Then you're of no use to me," His voice was deep and low and thorns began to push out of the vines.

Morina gave a startled squeak. "Wait! I can still get information!" She felt the thorns stop their growth and she sighed slightly in relief.

"I may not know where he is now, but I can find out."

"How!"

"I'll use our communication system. One of our messengers will be meeting with me shortly."

Yoko retracted the thorns fully. "And you're going to be there for that rendezvous." He stoop up, throwing the changeling over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

She huffed and tried futilely struggle. Yoko merely tightened his grip.

"This is NO way to treat a lady!" She yelled.

Her only response was a thick vine that wrapped in front of her mouth, leaving only her glares and muffled shrieks to express her anger.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Campsite *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Amira stared in shock at Hiei.

"That's what you're upset about?" She finally managed to say. Hiei's face was turning redder by the second. He hadn't planned on saying anything to Amira about his feelings. Feelings that he was positive he wouldn't ever experience. But whenever he was around her, he got a weird feeling in his stomach, and he was jealous if her attention wasn't on him. He looked for any excuse just to be around her and he had stopped trying to pretend he didn't a long time ago.

"You were worried about me?" Amira asked with a small smile. Her cheeks flushed. "You're so sweet."

"You're a teammate!" He growled, trying desperately to save his pride; knowing he was failing…badly.

Amira could see how embarrassed he was. He kept darting his eyes around and avoiding hers. His Jagan was glowing. He was reading her thoughts.

She slowly nodded her head. "Yes, a good team looks out for each other." She commented, deciding to leave it at that…for now. He could read her thoughts. He knew what she was thinking. Her eyes locked with his for a moment and unspoken words passed between them.

"Yeah." He finally muttered, nodding slightly, a secret agreement to her mental request.

He sat back down next to her, sitting a couple inches closer than he had been before; eyes specifically averted away from Amira's growing smile.