AN: I would like to thank people for the 279 hits this story got on the first chapter. I would also like to thank my 6 reviewers and the 5 people who faved this.
I took some liberties with how I think things are in this chapter too. Mostly about relationships in Makai, and how I think Kurama decided on Shiori as his mother. There a coupling now obvious, but there's nothing disgusting, and I managed to somehow shock Hiei, gotta love how my mind works sometime.
I apologize for there being such a long gap between the first chapter and this chapter, but I can only seem to write well when I'm inspired. So I waited on this chapter, until it is how the way I wanted it to be. It's just over 6 pages in word without the authors notes, so I hope you enjoy this.
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Chapter 2: Tails and Silver
About a week had passed since the 'vine incident' as it has become known. Kurama hadn't told her nearly everything, but he had told her more about the missions he had gone on, and about some of the enemies they'd fought, along with the Dark Tournament, because she had asked about that. She'd noticed when he'd gotten back from his two week 'camping trip' that he was in pretty rough shape. After getting over her initial surprise Shiori had taken most of it in stride. She was not overly fond of the idea of her son fighting demons and getting hurt, but she accepted it, after all he had always been good at taking care of himself
It had taken Shiori about 24 hours to start asking questions. She had almost bombarded Shuuichi at dinner the next night. Questions about missions, odd things she had noticed, some of the people she had encountered around Shuuichi, and so forth. He answered to the best of his ability, with Hiei, who had joined them again for dinner, making sarcastic comments and dropping hints about Youko, calling him fox and so forth.
Shiori hadn't seemed to notice…yet. And it was starting to get on Kurama's nerves. He was worried that she would end up taking something the wrong way.
"You're being paranoid," Hiei told him.
Kurama glared at the small fire-youkai sitting on his windowsill. "You and I may know that I did not harm anyone when I assumed this form, but mother may not see it that way if she figures it out on her own."
"Have the Toddler tell her."
Kurama glared again. "If I brought him here, he would more than likely bring up the fact that I cost him months of paperwork as revenge for bringing it up again, you know how much trouble he got into about that. He is not likely to forget anytime soon if I bring it up again."
Hiei grunted, and then stayed silent.
Kurama turned back to his school-work, though his mind was elsewhere. He remembered when Koenma had found out that Kurama was responsible for the mountain of paperwork associated with a soul not entering the correct body. One of the reasons that Youko had chosen Shiori was that there was no soul yet residing within her child, and so the body was free for the taking, and also, he was drawn to Shiori's aura, which was quite strong when she was younger.
While Youko had had a reputation for being heartless, he was not a Youkai that would kill an innocent. Sure when annoyed or pissed off, he had been known to kill the source of that irritation, and he never left anyone that attacked him standing if he had a choice about it (Yusuke and Hiei not withstanding), but underneath everything he was not fond of hurting anyone that didn't give him a damn good reason to do so. Part of that came from being a plant-based kitsune. Mortal foxes were so attuned to nature that that carried over to their demon counterparts. Meaning that while Youko could kill you easily with his plants, he was just as happy working in a garden, or out enjoying nature.
When searching for a child to inhabit, he had been careful to not inhabit one with a soul already there. It would have been painful for both him and the child if he had taken up residence in a child with a soul already, and there would have had to be a merging of the two, and Youko would have no longer been himself. Kurama privately thought that he was lucky to find Shiori when he had, he wouldn't have lasted much longer without a body, at the time.
Kurama started when he heard his name being called.
"Shuuichi!" Shiori called from the bottom of the stairs. The woman smiled when she saw him step out of his bedroom with a question on his face. "There's a girl at the front door with blue hair. She said her name was Botan, and that she worked for Koenma. So I figured she wasn't part of your fan club."
Kurama chuckled at that. "Please let her in, I'll be right down." With that he ducked back into his room. "Botan's here." He said un-necessarily, since Hiei heard the whole thing. Hiei looked at him. "Would you like to come down and see why she's here or do you just want to wait and have me tell you later?"
Hiei stood in response and Kurama headed for the door.
Kurama walked into the living room, and saw his mother placing a cup of tea in front of Botan. The girl smiled and bowed her thanks. "Not another mission I hope?" Kurama said by way of greeting.
Botan smiled. "Nope," she said with her usual happiness. "Things are pretty quiet in Makai right now. The Sensui fiasco killed off a lot of the lower classes, and nobody big has filled the power vacuum yet."
Kurama raised an eyebrow, six months and nobody filled the power vacuum yet? They must have killed off a lot more than they thought. "So why are you here Botan-san?"
"Well, everybody's planning a picnic for Sunday, even Genkai's coming and Yusuke was wondering if you'd like to join us. Something about making it at least a little interesting if you and Hiei showed up."
"Who says I want to go?" Hiei asked.
Botan smiled. She'd dealt with Hiei enough that she took things as they came now. Being the Grim Reaper gave her a unique outlook on things, and being immortal and somewhat immune to Hiei's attacks helped as well. "Nobody did, but everyone figures that if Kura-Shuuichi comes, then you'll probably show up as well." Botan hadn't meant to trip over Kurama's name, it had just happened. That tended to happen a lot with people who knew he preferred to be called Kurama. It was especially difficult for them when Shiori was around. When you're used to calling someone one thing most of the time, you tend to forget that the other name is even around.
Kurama thought he saw him mother start with the name mix-up, but he couldn't be sure, Yusuke had done it before, and Shiori hadn't noticed, but with her on the lookout for anything strange now, it was no surprise that she had picked up on Botan's slip.
"Hn." Was Hiei's response as he flitted out of the room.
Kurama could sense him back up stairs, and then out the window. He looked at Botan, "I will be there at least and Hiei will probably tag along just to annoy Kuwabara."
Botan smiled again, her usual happy self. About the only thing that could make that girl serious was if Yusuke somehow died… again, or the world was on the verge of destruction…again. She looked at Kurama with a question in her eyes and mimed getting her oar.
"It's fine."
"I'll see you on Sunday then." Botan said materializing her oar, making Shiori jump.
"What time?"
"Anytime around noon," And with that Botan was on her oar and through a wall before Shiori could move.
"Please tell me she's not a youkai," came Shiori's voice from the couch. Kurama turned and looked at his mother, she had paled slightly, probably from seeing someone fly through a wall like it wasn't there.
Shiori was staring at the spot on the wall where Botan had flown through. She had been surprised when an oar had appeared in the girls' hand, but it had really come with a surprise that the girl just flew out the wall like that.
"Botan can be intangible when she wants to be," Shuuichi said. "And, no, she's not a demon. She's a shinigami that works for Koenma, she usually the one that relays the information about missions to us. She will also bring us to Reikai if we need to talk to Koenma ourselves."
"Shinigami?" Shiori asked, wide eyed. That bubbly, nice girl?
"I think her personality developed to be at odds with her job." Kurama said with a chuckle.
"Does she actually…kill people?" Shiori said in a small voice.
Shuuichi shook his head, making Shiori relax a little. "She only collects souls after they have passed."
"She just seems so nice," Shiori said.
"Oh she is," Kurama said, "Though sometimes she gets on Yusuke's nerves."
Shiori looked at her son for a moment, he sounded so much older. She had noticed it more this past week. Shuichi had always seemed so much more mature than other people his age. But it seemed to stand out more now for some reason. The way he spoke, and acted. His mannerisms in general, told her of someone who knew exactly who they were, and were in complete control. Control someone his age should not have been able to accomplish without some serious effort, and as far as Shiori could remember, he'd always been that way. Even as a young child, he had seemed so much in control that she often had to remind herself how young her son actually was.
Shiori had also noticed that Botan almost called her son Kurama. She had heard the name before, and Shuichi's friend Yusuke had called him that too. But now, she was not so sure it was just a nickname. If it was a nickname, wouldn't they just call him that some of the time, and not all the time? Ever since she had found out about Shuichi's ability with plants, she had been wondering. Hiei had been calling him 'fox' every time he had been over, and she could tell that Shuuichi was hoping that she hadn't noticed. Well she had, and with Botan's name mix-up, she was ready to get some answers.
"Why do all your teammates call you Kurama?" Came the surprising, and not so surprising question from Shiori. Kurama turned to look at Shiori a sad smile on his face.
"I was wondering when you were going to notice, you picked up on so many other things."
"It's not just that," Shiori continued. "Hiei has been calling you fox all week, and don't think that I haven't noticed. I have, and I would like to know what it's all about."
Shuuichi sat down beside his mother. To her eyes he suddenly looked well beyond his years, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Shiori put a hand on her sons shoulder; he leaned towards her for a second, before getting up and pacing the room.
"In your reading when you were younger, did you ever come across any legends about a kitsune called Youko Kurama?" Shuuichi asked her suddenly.
Shiori's eyes widened at the name. It was the same name! Wondering what the connection was to her son, she began thinking hard. "I think so," Shiori said slowly, thinking hard the whole time. "It was an old legend, about five or six hundred years old. It spoke of an eight-tailed silver kitsune who was the best thief in the land and he stole a precious jewel from some travelers, but for some reason gave it back in the end. I remember thinking that he had to be very powerful to have that many tails. I was into reading about animal myths at the time, and I remember one saying that only the most powerful kistune have nine tails, and that there has never been a kitsune with more than that."
Kurama looked out the window as memories from over five hundred ears previous flashed through his mind. He had run into a group of travelers and had stolen a jewel that was precious to them as a game. When they finally found him, he had given it back. He had no need of the power it provided, and just wanted to see whether he could steal it or not. Sure, he could have sold it for a lot of money, or kept it, but it was shattered at the time and of no use to him. He also remembered reading that legend in school a couple of years previous in school, he had found it amusing how things can change over time. The legend was distinctly different from what he remembered happening.
Shiori watched as Shuuichi finally stopped looking out the window, and with a rue smile turned to her and said, "Just over seventeen years ago, Youko Kurama was tracked down by a bounty hunter, tricked, wounded, hunted and then killed. Taking what energy he had left, his spirit fled to the human world looking for shelter, somewhere safe, to hide, and to heal. He found a human woman who was carrying a child. As that child did not yet have a soul, Youko Kurama took up residence, and has never left."
Shiori was shocked. How did her Shuuichi know all this? A sudden change in his speech pattern brought her attention back to the present; suddenly there was an abundance of emotion in her sons' usually even voice. "Then, seven years ago, when that woman permanently scared herself to save her child, a connection was made. A connection so strong, that a two years ago, when that mother was in the hospital and dying, Youko Kurama was willing to give up his human life to save her. And would have done so, unless a certain spirit detective hadn't stepped in and decided to be selfless."
Shiori gasped as she suddenly realized what Shuuichi was saying. She looked at her palms and the scars there from the broken glass that she had saved her son from. And a two years ago! She had been so sick. The doctors were sure she was not going to get better. Then one day the illness disappeared and she was able to return home. Kurama sat down next to his mother again and grasped her hands lightly. She looked at him and realized why his eyes had always looked so old to her, even when he was young child.
"You're Youko Kurama," Shiori whispered, almost to herself.
With a sad smile Kurama nodded. "I did not mean to deceive you. I had no intention of ever harming you, or anyone. You showed me love and caring that I had not felt since I was a kit, over four thousand years ago in Makai. I realized something when you saved me from that fall," Kurama said, flipping Shiori's hands palm up again, "I realized that you cared for me just as much as the vixen that gave birth to me and that meant more than anything the Three Worlds." Kurama sighed. "Makai is not an easy place to grow up in, and I was on my own at a very young age. You gave me the loving mother that I was unable to have the first time."
"Oh Shuichi," Shiori said reaching for him, and then she paused almost as if unsure of herself. After a moment of hesitation she wrapped her son in a hug. "I am so glad you stayed. I don't know what I would have ever done if you had left. You will always be my son, no matter who or what you are."
Kurama hugged her back, even as his eyes stung with wetness. He pulled away and smiled at his mother. "I am very glad to hear you say that. A part of me thought that you would never want anything to do with me again."
Shiori chuckled. "You have been a very good son to me, loving, caring, and never getting into trouble… well trouble that I knew about at least." Shiori stood and moved towards the kitchen with the used teacups that had still been on the coffee table. Kurama watched as she dropped the items off in the sink and returned to the living room. "I do have some questions I would like answered though." She said.
"Anything, mother," Kurama said, thrilled by the fact that he could still call her that.
"You mentioned finding me after you died, just what did you do?"
"I'm not sure myself," Kurama said thoughtfully. "I remember dying, not a fun experience, I do not recommend trying a violent death." Shiori smiled wryly at her sons' odd sense of humor, though now she thought she understood where some of it came from. "Then I was somehow still me, just without a body. I found a portal and made it to Ningenkai. I knew I would need a body. But I do not like, and never did like, killing needlessly. I had to find a body without a soul. The best option I had was a fetus. I was lucky that the child you were carrying did not yet have a soul, and that I could enter the body and begin a new life. Part of what drew me to you was your aura. You actually have a large amount of Reiki, and would have a decent amount of power if you ever decided to train it."
Shiori was on a bit of an information overload, but was determined to get everything while it was still fresh in her mind. Kurama watched as Shiori visibly took a deep breath. She had so many questions; she didn't know which one to ask first.
"Just how powerful are you?" Shiori finally asked after digesting some of the information. Kurama could tell that that was the foremost question on her mind. Yusuke had been wondering since he became a demon himself, and they had never sparred all out, they probably would have destroyed half the city just by their power ups. Hiei had a good idea how strong he really was, but then again, Hiei knew that Kurama had gained a ninth tail, and that said enough for him.
"There is a class system for demons," Kurama started, "Though the system can be applied to humans as well. There are six 'classes' with three levels in each. From lowest to strongest the classes are E, D, C, B, A, and S." Shiori nodded for him to continue. "The levels within each are inferior, average and superior. Most demons barely make E-class they are so weak. The ones that make it into Ningenkai have to be at least a D but mostly C-class makes it, because they are capable of speech. The demons that manage to gather armies are usually B and A-class demons. S-class demons are the most powerful, and usually the most dangerous. Some S-class demons are known as war gods. They are just as powerful as Lord Enma and other gods, and could destroy the world if they wanted too." Kurama took a steadying breath. "When that legend you read about took place, I was an A-average." Shiori's mouth dropped opened slightly as she took in the information. Kurama continued after giving her a moment to think that over, "I earned my ninth tail about two hundred years after that legend actually." Kurama paused for a sec as he realized something. The girl who had the jewel wore what looked like the school uniform from a school about halfway across town. Kurama sighed and shook himself out of his thoughts, but made a mental note to look into that. "By the time I was killed by the bounty hunter, I had reached the average S-class level." Shiori's eyes just widened wider. "I became weaker for a while, while I was growing up again here in Ningenkai, while I was growing up here, I could not access my full power, the human body cannot contain that much energy, so I was around an average A-class, while I was regaining control. As I aged here, my human body took on a lot of the characteristics of a demon."
"What do you mean, 'A lot of the characteristics'?" Shiori interrupted.
Kurama sighed, trying to think how to explain it. "When I was born, I was not able to access any of my youki. I did have some reiki at my disposal, but it was not enough. Around the time when I turned five, I was able to access my youki again, and as I started using my youki more and more, it started changing my body. By the time I was ten, much of my physiology was no longer human. Do you remember how hard it was for you to get me to a doctor?" Shiori nodded weakly, remembering that getting Shuichi to the doctors was one of the few times he would disobey her.
"One reason," Kurama continued, "Is that my heart no longer beat like a humans. A demon heartbeat is hard to explain. But I was gaining my strength back, and my agility." Kurama chuckled. "One of the reasons I have a fan club is that I do so well in Gym class. But other things changed to, my senses are almost what they would be if I was still pure youkai. Heightened sense of smell, sight, hearing. Everything. In essence my body is demon, is almost every sense but form. I am still the person you gave birth too, but some things changed along the way."
Shiori looked slightly taken aback by what her son was telling her. Sure her son had always been a little…odd. But it had definitely become more pronounced the older he got. He had never had a broken bone, despite some very nasty falls. And he always seemed to heal quickly from anything. He also almost never got sick, and when he did, he always got over it just as quickly.
"Also," Kurama continued, "Yusuke has had something similar happen to him. He was born human, but has gained demon blood after dying. The demon blood revived him and allowed him to succeed in our most recent mission." Kurama chuckled, "You should see him when he changes into his demon form. His body is covered in tattoos and his hair goes wild."
"Demon form?" Shiori asked.
"Most demons, if they are powerful enough, have at least two forms. One where there power is contained, and tend to look human, like Hiei, and now Yusuke. The other is usually a meaner and more threatening looking form that releases their full power."
"Do you have one?"
"Actually I have two."
Shiori blinked, "Two?"
"Mother I am a kitsune."
Shiori thought about that for a minute. Most kitsune could look human, but they had also been known to take on the form of their mortal counterparts. "You can change into a fox?" Kurama nodded. "That's one, what's the other?"
"My other form is what I originally looked like in Makai."
"What do you mean?"
Kurama stood and faced Shiori, "I can become what I was before I was killed," he said.
Shiori watched, eyes wide, as she watched her son change. Emerald green eyes suddenly became gold. His crimson locks bled silver. Ears changed shape and moved to sit on the top of his head. His clothes slowly drained of color and changed shape into a sleeveless tunic and pants as he grew taller. In only a couple of moments, Shiori had watched her son Shuichi literally change into the demon Youko Kurama.
The gold eyes softened as he looked at her. "Youko Kurama lives again," he seemed to intone in a somber voice.
Shiori stood to get a closer look at what her son became. She could see the similarities between them. The form might be different, but the mannerisms, the way he stood, even the way he looked at her, were all Shuichi.
Kurama held out a hand to his mother, she took it as she slowly looked him over. Finally she smiled and looked up at him. "You're very handsome," she said.
"Motheeeerrrrrrrr!" Kurama said with a blush. That just did not sound right coming from his mother.
Shiori laughed; glad she could still tease him. He seemed too serious in this form; she just wanted her son to smile. Seeing her child happy, that was any mothers dream. For Shiori, she now knew she wanted to help wipe way the sadness of the past. The pain and struggle, she wanted to help heal what she could sense in him. Shiori took a step back so that she could see all of him once again. He was so much taller than her like this. Looking him over again Shiori noticed that he had a tail.
Kurama noticed his mothers gaze and knew she had seen his tail. Shiori looked up just as Kurama flashed her a mischievous smile, as once again he changed. Fur grew as more tails sprouted. He shrank in size, to that of about a medium size dog. Bones rearranged themselves to that of a canine. With a final shake, Kurama sat back on his hunches and looked at his mother. All nine tails fanned out behind him in full view.
Shiori kneeled down if front of him so that they were eye level, and looked him over. Then she started giggling. "You look so cute like this!" she said.
Cute?Kurama asked. Shiori jumped having heard his voice in her head. I speak mentally like this, because I am unable of forming vocalized speech in this form, Kurama explained.
"Oh," Shiori said. "And yes, you are cute. You've probably never heard it before, because I doubt anyone in Makai would dare say it to your face."
True, Kurama conceded. Most demons in Makai avoid me in all costs. Yusuke would probably agree with you if he saw me like this, Keiko too.
"Keiko?" Shiori asked, sitting back down on the couch. The whole situation was a little surreal, but listening to the mind voice of her son, who was currently shaped like a fox sitting on their living room floor, suddenly seemed almost normal, considering what she had found out the previous week.
Yusuke's girlfriend.
"Ah, yes, I think I met her once." Shiori smiled. "If I remember correctly, she hit Yusuke over the head because hadn't been at school that day."
She can be quite the force to reckon with, Kurama said, with what sounded like a slight chuckle in his voice.
Standing up, Kurama gave himself one good shake, and changed back into Shuichi. Watching him change, Shiori thought of something, "Can you do that because of what you said earlier? About your youki?"
Kurama nodded, sitting down on the couch again. "If I had never been able to access my youki, I would not be as powerful as I am, or be able to change into my original form. In fact, if I never accessed it, I would be little more that an average person."
"You wouldn't have been slightly more than average, you would have been average."
Kurama whipped around, hand automatically going to his hair. He relaxed as soon as he saw who it was. He had been so focused on what he had been doing, and talking to his mother that he had not even noticed Hiei in the room.
"You're losing your touch, fox, I snuck right up on you."
Shiori watched her sons' eye's become golden as he said, "You may have snuck up on me, but you know I am just as powerful as you are. You could not have harmed me." There was an undercurrent to Shuichi's voice that Shiori had never heard before. It sounded menacing, almost like a growl.
"Hn," was Hiei's response to Kurama's statement.
"You know I don't really keep an eye out for people that I know and trust attacking me."
"Bad habit," Hiei said. "I never let my guard down."
There was teasing, and even some affection in his voice, Shiori noticed, as Kurama said, "Are you sure about that Hiei? Because I remember a certain spirit detective using a mirror to shoot you in the back, and I can think of multiple times that I've snuck up on you and times when you have been surprised."
Hiei just glared.
Shiori couldn't help herself, she started giggling. And when she couldn't keep it to giggling she started laughing.
"What's so damn funny?" Hiei demanded. He was willing to speak with Shiori after the past week, and he was even thinking of introducing Yukina to her, he thought it would do her some good to get away from Genakai for a while.
"I'm sorry," Shiori said, after calming down, "But you two are acting like an old married couple!" And with that she started laughing again.
Kurama and Hiei just looked at each other. Then Kurama burst out laughing as well. "She's right Hiei, we do act like that." Hiei just glared at Kurama again.
"We do not" Hiei said with a slight grown. Kurama just shot him a knowing look and Hiei flitted upstairs and out the window.
"He'll never learn to use the door," Kurama commented to himself. Shiori shot Kurama a questioning look. "Hiei left using the window again," Kurama said in response to the unspoken question.
"Oh," Shiori said. Hiei seemed to have an aversion to using the door for some reason, she just couldn't figure it out.
"Don't try to figure out why he doesn't use the door, I still haven't," Kurama said, almost like he knew her unspoken confusion.
"Shuuichi," Shiori started to say, then stopped herself. "I suppose I should call you Kurama now," she continued.
"Please mother, you can still call me Shuuichi."
Shiori smiled at that and continued with the question that was on her mind. "Shuuichi, are you and Hiei together?"
Kurama stared at his mother in shock. Of all the questions she could ask him, he had no idea how to respond to that. He knew that the relationship they had was more than friendship, but Makai romances were much more complicated than simple human ones. For one thing, in Makai it does not matter if one is male or female, or if your partner is the same as you, or even the same species. Every single youkai in Makai is capable of reproducing and creating offspring, even if the couple is a same sex one.
Shiori watched as a variety of emotions flashed across her sons face.
Kurama sighed and sat back down next to his mother. "In a way we are," He said, trying to start and explain. "Makai does not have the same rules Ningenkai does for love or reproduction or any of the other rules."
"What do you mean by that?" Shiori asked. Surely they reproduced, but how if what the couple was didn't matter.
"Youkai do not need someone of the opposite sex to reproduce, though most demons prefer someone of the opposite sex from their species, as long as there is a contribution of two separate DNA samples, then any couple can reproduce," Kurama explained turning almost as read as his hair from having to tell his mother this.
"Well, if you two want to be together, I'm not going to stop you," Shiori said. "I already said I didn't care who or what you are, you are my son, and I gave birth to you, and I will always love you, no matter what."
Kurama smiled, glad that his last hurdle was overcome. There were no more secrets between them. She knew everything about him, who he is, what he is, and who he loves. Giving his mother a hug Kurama turned to go back upstairs to continue work on his school work.
Shiori started to head towards the kitchen to start dinner, before turning, "One last thing Shuuichi," Shiori said, getting his attention before he could head back upstairs.
"Yes mother?" Kurama asked.
"I expect grandchildren," Shiori said with a small smile before ducking into the kitchen to work on dinner.
A beet red Kurama managed to have his face match his hair color as he fled upstairs shutting his bedroom door behind him.
Hiei was sitting on his windowsill staring at Kurama as he entered the room. And Kurama thought he was going to collapse, Hiei had heard.
"What has you so worked up?" Hiei asked.
Apparently he hadn't heard. Kurama turned even redder than before, before mumbling out, "Mother wants grandchildren."
Hiei promptly fell out the window.
END
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