A Month With Suichi Minamino

By Payne N. Uranus

.:AN:.

I hate the snow!

Conscience: Whiner.

Cram it, Bud. It's true! It's so cold, and gross, and just...ugh! That's it, I'm moving to Hawaii.

Conscience: Cause it's not like any natural disasters happen there either... (rolls eyes)

Shut! Up! Oh, just a quick funny! Speaking of all this nature hating and stuff, I'm collecting "When Life Gives you Lemons" jokes. Here are a few:

When Life Gives you Lemons… throw a watermelon at 'em!

When Life Gives you Lemons… throw 'em back and demand oranges!

When Live Gives you Lemons… throw 'em back and add some lemons of your own!

When Life Gives you Lemons… just shut up and take the damn lemons!

When Life Gives you Lemons… squirt them in someone's face and run like hell!

And that's it. If you got any more, please, send them to me, preferably in the form of a…review? (wiggles eyebrow) Heheh, there's no point in it, it's just for fun. Don't matter all that much.

Conscience: And what, might I ask, does?

Me getting this chapter started, I'd have to say. I don't want any more threatening reviews! Geez!

Conscience: Have you actually gotten any threatening reviews?

Um...No..not yet...

Conscience: Wuss.

(shakes fist at Conscience) Now, before I resort to violence, here's some responses to reviews!

YuuYuu-chan: Haha, no rush, dude, take your time and enjoy! Thanks for the support though, it's loved!

Death101- Fox Version: Teehee (taps fingers together in evil-like manner), secrets, secrets, they'll be revealed later, ne? Mwahaha...

DaiSeyensay: Haha! (takes off hat and bows) Thank you, glad you were amused!

TigerEyedKitsune:You talking about Mitsuyo? Because if you are, I agree. She is a very interesting person...just the way I like 'em! So, I updated, so go ahead and enjoy the chapter!

KiyoshiXI: Wow, do ya really? I feel so happy! Every one keeps saying that, and it makes me wonder exactly what they see. I mean, even my teachers are amazed! How kooky is that? But, geez, thank you! =)

bookworm0492: Awww, thanks for the review, I was beginning to think you ditched my story! Only, not really. And I SWEAR the training is in DETAIL next chapter. I SWEAR! Anyways, happy hunting, merry Christmas, have a good winter break, and I'll see ya when you...ahem, REVIEW!

IssueshaveI: Hiyas, friend! Sorry I haven't talked to you in a while, I've been WAY too busy for it to be normal. But I'm pretty sure I answered your question...right? If I didn't, yes, it's something I just came up with. Sort of. I mean, it's a real name that I decided I liked enough to give to an evil character, so...yes. Well, I hope you enjoy this chapter, that it makes you laugh, and I may be able to talk to you later! So be ready! Bwahaha...(cough cough)

Tiger-Eyed-Kitsune: Yeah, that makes sense. =) I appreciate you replying to the question, but it's really not a problem anymore. I decided it was kind of idiotic, and I'll just stick to this story through and through. But thanks for your input! You're awesome!

N. M. Marquette: Oh, you wouldn't believe how many balls of paper I had thrown away when I was practicing with Kurama's character. Hell, I had to watch every single scene that he was in to understand how he reacted to certain situations. I think I got them all down. Now I just need to put that much dedication into everyone else...and was there enough of the gang in this chapter, or do you think there should be more? I kindasortamaybepossiblyin a teensy-weensy way forgot about them at the beginning, so I tried hard to make up for it. But don't worry about it too much, there will be more in the upcoming chapters that I have planned and somewhat written out. So, there you have it! And I'm glad you like Mitsuyo, I do too! Shocking, ne? =D

ShadeSpirit: Eh, don't worry about it. You know what they say...uh...something about not seeing things that are right underneath your nose...hmmmm...(taps chin) Now where's my moustache? (and say it exactly how I spelled it. Moo-staush-eh. Haha, Finding Nemo has ruined my pronunciation of words! Fantastico!)

PopTartAddict: Aha! Another fan! I embrace you with skinny arms (as that is all I have)! Haha, thank you so much, I'm glad peeps like my writing. It makes me happy!

Basic Imperfection: Though I did touch upon it in this chapter, there will be more in the next chapter, this I promise you. I hope you come to forgive me for my story being so slow. After all, I like to build up suspense. However, if you truly wish for me to hurry it up, I will see what I can accomplish. Thanks for reviewing, and I hope to hear your comments in the near future!

OneOutOfControlChick: You really live up to your name, don't you? Lol. Man, I miss talking to you, in a very ineffective way known as the internet along with my periodic updates...but it's good enough, ain't it? I'm glad that you're voice is better (knowing how this normally works out, you're probably completely cured and wondering what the hell I'm talking about), and I'm glad I gave you a useful suggestion. =D

YamiKitsuneKami: That's awesome, but I hope you don't get caught! Enjoy this chapter, it's a bit longer than...you know...the others...

Yoru Inu: You know, if I could, I would've already had a kissy-kissy scene, but unfortunately, they story is not at the right place yet to put one in yet. But, I promise that if you keep reading, you won't regret it. I've been dying to practice a kissy scene between the two, and I'm really getting excited. I found that the more I hold back writing something, the better it gets, so I'm sure that it'll be gold! SO SWEAR! Other than that, sorry, you'll just have to wait along with everyone else...including me...(sobs)

OrangeKisses: Aw, MAN! That's good! You know what, I'm going back and naming that chapter after that song, damn it... Thank you for the line!

Meibou: YUM! Oh, MAN, do these imaginary air-flavored internet cookies taste GOOD! Thanks! Wow, I owe you big time, pal! These are great! (face vaults) Yeah. Supurb. Bleh. Lol, jk. Well, have fun with your cooking, and I'm PRAYING people will enjoy this chapter..!

EvilGenius Koji: Phew...two words, dude. Caffeine-free soda. Lol, I'm glad you liked. Enjoy reading, and I hope it inspires you to REVIEW PLEASE! BWAHAHAHA!...(cough, wheeze)

Yukino Amida: WOW! You can see her? What does she look like? Is she cool-looking? Is she just like I described her? Or did I miss something? No! Oh, I'm sorry if you're disappointed that a lot more training isn't included in this. There will be plenty more next chapter, I so swear. It just didn't all fit in with this chapter, it was too long... but thanks for the review anyways!

sandry stardiamond: Oops, was it not all that on-track before? Sorry, I thought I included something along those lines...hmmmm...And thank you for the compliment on Hiei. I was watching my DVD's just last night. Well, anyways,there is more to come, the plot is thickening...

HanyouInu: "Don't get it wrong! Get Long, the shot that makes everything wrong, right!" How's that? Well--wait, no. That sounds like I'm advertising an alcoholic beverage, or something even more...inappropriate... You've got a good sense of humor on you, I like it. I hope to hear from you again next chapter! Please! Merry X-mas! (or Kuwanza, Haun...ika? Something along those lines)

Blehh: HA! He deserves it, for trying to convert my Conscience into an evil, evil thing! Wait, its already evil. Never mind. What are you talking about? And who's side are you on! I DEMAND that you take back that comment! I am SO offended, it's FUNNY! Wait--no, it's SO NOT funny! Or...wait, what? Lol, fine, I'll apologize when he's not in his brooding mood. Guh, rather keep my OWN arm intact, thank you very much!

Kajihenge Yoko: No, YOU'RE really nice!

Lucifer001: Sadly, I have no idea what you are talking about, as you did not finish your sentence. But thank you anyways! And I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, hope this has a bit more funny AND action in it for your liking. There will be more training in the next chapter, you can bet on it. =D

Kuramafan-06: Eh...(sweatdrop) Oh boy. I'm afraid I cannot answer any of those questions, as I have no idea how to answer them correctly without sounding like an idiot or making up something like "It's the Duck Lord's fear of any sort of sidearm that limits demons and the gang to spirit and demon energy". Wait, that does make sense...or it would if the Duck Lord was in charge. (shrugs) Sooorrry...leave it to your character to break the law. (Tsk) Such a disgrace

(Helena-fans): Shut the #$&! up you old hag!

Sorry! Teehee, talk to ya later.

Conscience: No threatening comments?

...No threatening comments.

Conscience: Still scared?

...Still scared.

Conscience: Wuss.

Speak for yourself, you butthead! (turns back to readers) Well, for those that didn't know, I've had the flu/pneumonia for the past three weeks. And for those that were wondering, I'm all better now, except the damn cough that won't leave me alone. And for those that are looking for an apology, keep looking. As hard as it is for me to say it, I can still say that school work (I have two and a half weeks worth to make up) comes before my writing. Not to mention semester finals that I'm sure to fail like mad, so... sorry.

Conscience: No, you're not.

(looks guilty) Shhhh! (Ahem) Right, now, on to the story!

Chapter 16: Preparations

"Hm," Akio hummed thoughtfully, a playful frown dancing on his thin, pale lips. "My army of Soeki-ka was beaten quicker than I expected." He smiled mischievously, gray eyes twinkling with amusement behind his sophisticated spectacles. "This is good. But sadly, not good enough."

With great vigor, he slapped his hands down on the solid armrests of his throne and jumped out of the chair. Descending the extensive staircase with an unexpected spring in his step, he yelled out jovially, voice echoing throughout the dark, empty room, "Jikku! Come to me, please."

The doors in front of him opened up instantly, the small, shadowed siluette of Akio's minion outlined by the blinding light shinning behind him. The mini-monster scuttled across the cold stone floor, whimpering every once in a while as he continuously wrung his hands. It took him about two minutes to meet his master, but surprisingly Akio didn't reprimand him like he usually did. However, Jikku was suddenly hit with a wave of apprehension at the glint in his master's eyes. It sparked, like a great storm thundering in its depths. Nothing good came out of that glint, and the last time it was present, Jikku was literally grounded for a month. His wings, once beautiful and flawless (in a demonic way), still bore the scars.

"Yes, Master Isamu?" he squeaked fearfully, bowing so low that his nose brushed the floor.

Akio fixed his collar, smoothed the front of his stark white shirt, and combed his unruly locks with his fingers before asking, "Is Master Shinobi ready for his appointment?"

"All chained up and awaiting your arrival, sir," he replied readily, hastily running to catch up to his master when Akio started to stride towards the door.

"Good. I have an assignment lined up for him afterwards," Akio informed him, his hand delving into his pockets and digging out a pair of black leather gloves. He slipped the form-fitting articles of clothing onto each hand, and stopped walking when he finally reached the door. Making sure the gloves were completely secure, he continued to mutter, "That should please him greatly. He'll no doubt be eager to attack these detectives in an attempt to satisfy me with his efforts. Just like all the others…."

"But sir!" Jikku squealed in alarm, eyes widening. "You mustn't let him! He'll be killed instantly! Just like all the others."

"Then that will be his problem, won't it?" he replied wickedly, a dangerous smile tearing at his face. It was amazing how the calm and seemingly innocent persona of his master quickly warped into that of a devious, callous Akio Isamu. Jikku was frozen to the spot in awe.

Realizing his master was moving out of the room and down the vastly deserted corridor without him, Jikku quickly set flight to catch up. Once he was close enough for a steady landing, Jikku swiftly dove and latched his long, brittle toes on his master's shoulders, making sure his presence was welcome before folding his wings behind his back and relaxing on his perch. Akio said nothing, merely delivering an indifferent look, then continuing down the hall in silence. Restlessly, he tugged on his gloved hands once more, slightly nervous about being out of his room. He could not afford a slip-up right now, not when following the plan was so crucial from this point on.

The compound the two were now touring was one of the many Akio founded. The walls were stark white, intricately designed marble pillars lining the walls, rising from the limestone floors in swirling columns of sinister obsidian and ashen pearl, dashed with gem dust glittering on its surface. Doors were spaced between every few jeweled supports, thick oak doors towering down upon the beings below, the top edges just an inch or two from skimming the ceiling's surface. There were no windows, at least none with glass shielding the inside of the compound from the outdoors. The breeze was free to waft into the unprotected building whenever it pleased. It was in nature he had run away to when he realized his power—where he had fled in order to sort things out in his life before rejoining the world.

They walked for quite a while, passing the rooms which had their doors open, revealing them bustling with great activity. Some were storage rooms, stock full of weapons, all custom-made to suit a unique demon's needs. A few demons were in there, sitting on stools and sharpening, polishing—cuddling their weapons. Some were dormitories—for lack of a better word—where Akio's increasingly thriving army men were bunked. Snores and grunts could be heard from within the darkness, shielding all educated deductions, and leaving the guess of what creatures lay in its depths to the imagination. Some demons were out and about on the land, sparring, eating, whatever else you may think demons would want to spend their time doing besides killing and tormenting humans.

At first glance, it really didn't look like an evil base containing powerful demons meant to destroy the human world and overrule Spirit World order.

That is why, Akio thought with a proud smirk, we have yet to be caught with our hands red.

He and his shoulder-monkey continued to make their way through the halls that were starting to fill with the crowds; like parting a wave, they moved as far out of their master's path as possible.

Finally, after taking a few turns and such, they made it to the large chamber room identical to the one Akio had been in not two hours ago. With a calm and charming smile adorning his lips, smoothly pushed open the five-inch thick, twenty-foot high, oak doors with surprising ease. Slowly, the blinding light seeped into the confines of the room, illuminating a still figure chained to the far wall. The room was quite smaller than Akio's dubbed "throne room", yet the dank and looming feeling was as strong as ever.

"Greetings, Ice Master," Akio called pleasantly to the silent wallflower. "And how might you be this evening?"

"Go to hell," the figure spoke calmly, but was barely heard.

"Ah, I would," he chirped politely, stopping in front of the chained body with a smile. "But I'm afraid they won't let me in just yet. Still preparing my royal suite, you see. After all, ending the human race and everything does deserve some sort of reward. Don't worry. I'm sure that with you helping me, you'll get treated just as generously."

"What is your plan?" the voice growled. "What exactly do you want from me?"

"Close the door, please Jikku," he ordered offhandedly over his shoulder, then turned back to one of the two soul remainders of the Shinobi sect. "Whatever made you think I wanted something you?" Akio asked, finally slipping off his gloves. He let out a silent sigh of contentment, wiggling his fingers in front of his face teasingly. Then, reaching for the ice master's own, he laughed, "Well, I guess I do want something from you. Yes, I simply wish to borrow your body."

The victim's eyes widened with a small exclamation, and started to thrash desperately as the man's hands continued to loom closer. Inches from his face, it flashed silver and finally closed in on the ice master's forehead. The figure started thrashing harder than ever, shouting and fighting when an unbearable pain exploded in his mind. He started screaming now, his vision going white from the immense agony he was feeling. The chain's music continued to play as Akio's energy invaded his mind, destroying any barrier his prisoner attempted to resurrect to protect himself with relative ease.

Akio was smiling happily, not the least bit phased by his actions or the incessant yelling coming from the ice master. In fact, he closed his eyes in bliss, as if enjoying the suffering he was inflicting on the demon.

"Relax, Master Shinobi," he advised lightly, pressing his hand firmly against his skull. "Trust me when I say, the more you fight, the more damaged your body and mind will be—if and when I return it to you."

Touya's only response was to let an ear-piercing scream escape his bloodied lips.

~`*`~

In the silent neighborhoods in the peaceful suburbs, the gentle crunch of gravel brought focus to a lone vehicle in the night rolling into the driveway of a familiar household. The dark blue-stained car reeled to a stop, and the doors popped open with a swift click, letting out four dark figures. Two were obviously adults due to their larger frames and the sight of both leaving the front seats. The other two were smaller and skinnier, the bitterness of the night air not registering in their minds unlike the grown-ups, who had enough sense to put on jackets for protection. They were, after all, too busy discussing something of extreme importance.

"I'm telling you, the long hair is a dead giveaway!"

"Not a chance! I can just sense it—he's as straight as a board!"

"Suichi, you know as well as I do that your step-bro just screams "queer". How can you not see it?"

"How can you? For all you know, Hiroshi, he could just be more in touch with his feminine side than you are, with your "big-guy-macho" act."

"What kind of guy uses the word "feminine"? You're such a gay."

"Speak for your self, Mr. "Queer"."

"Kids, will you please try to quiet down? The community's all asleep, as you should be, now just calm down."

"Yes sir."

"Sure Dad."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome!"

"Don't mention it!"

"Knock it off."

"Where's Mitsuyo?" Mrs. Kajima asked worriedly. "I know it's late, but she'd still be awake, wouldn't she? It is break after all—she could sleep in tomorrow…"

"She probably just drifted off while watching a movie, honey," Mr. Kajima answered, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sure she's just fine."

"I dunno, I'm getting a bad feeling…" she confessed, rubbing her upper arms nervously. "Oh, maybe I'm being paranoid. I can't help it."

"It's natural, dear, don't take it too seriously."

The four trooped into the house after locking the car up, the two kids still discussing Suichi's older brother's sexuality while Mr. Kajima tried to comfort his wife about the safety of their daughter.

"Trust me hunny, we'll find her asleep on the couch—"

"He's so gay!"

"He's so not—!"

"I'm sure you're right, darling, but you can't blame a parent for being concerned…"

The group made it into the dining room, the room which the garage led to, without incident. Not taking into account the unusual silence, the four rid themselves of their shoes and jackets, keeping up the conversation.

"It's only natural to worry, of course I can't blame you—"

"Do you even know what a gay person is like?"

"Who says I have to—?"

"She probably hates me for being so protective of her! What if I drive her away because of it! Oh, dear, it's not gonna tear us apart will it?"

It wasn't a matter that any smart male would choose to laugh at, but looking at the hysterical face of his wife made Mr. Kajima chuckle in only the slightest way. She was practically ready to rip her hair out, and tears were threatening to fall down her cheeks…and she never looked more beautiful in his eyes.

"Hunny, I assure you that nothing, not even your overbearing protectiveness will drive your daughter away from you. She relies on you too much."

"What kind of stupid person judges someone they don't even understand?"

"ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING, PAL?"

Mrs. Kajima seemed to sag with relief, and she instantly shifted her gaze to the room, examining everything from the decorative vases to the sauce stains on the countertops.

"Heh, yeah, I suppose you're right. Being silly… Of course Mitsuyo won't hate me. I think she's quite happy with her life, don't you? Acting like a child…Yes, she won't leave until she's good and ready—"

She stopped.

And stared.

And didn't move for a full twenty-eight point three seconds (but who's counting?).

"Katashi?"

"Yes dear?"

"Read this." She held up a single sheet of paper, her face almost as pale as the note. Her hand was trembling, and Mr. Kajima instantly felt guilty for laughing at her uneasiness.

Taking one look at the message told him that his daughter didn't write the letter, and it wasn't a hand-writing he recognized. Picking up the page gingerly with one ungloved hand, his eyes scanned quickly over its contents, starting to feel a tad uneasy himself.

Then he read it again.

"Holy hell…" he muttered in confusion as the document's contents slowly registered in his mind.

"My baby ran away with a handsome boy!" Mrs. Kajima cried, though out of misery or happiness, her husband wasn't sure. "What a summer this is turning out to be!"

This caught Hiroshi's attention, and he instantly stopped arguing long enough to pop his head behind his parents and read the note over the shoulder. Then, he frowned. "Hey, wait a sec, didn't you ground her?"

Mrs. Kajima blinked. "I did?"

~`*`~

Next Morning...

~`*`~

"Oomph!" Mitsuyo grunted as her face once again was introduced to the dusty and dirty ground that just so happened to be littered with sharp pebbles that scraped against her cheeks. With a heavy sigh, she pushed herself onto her elbows, feeling small trickles of blood dribble down her face, dotting the back of her tanned and sweaty hands with crimson specks. Wincing at the sting she felt when her sweat met with the wounds, Mitsuyo stood up readily, handling her sword with uneasiness, and searched the wilderness for her foe.

This is so stupid, Mitsuyo grumped in her mind. This is not what I call training. I have absolutely no idea how to defend myself, let alone how to handle this stupid thing in my hand! And better yet, I'm trying to hold off a friggin demon that could rip me apart if he so desired. Not to mention the fact he likes to see me fall on my—

"ACK!"—wrong three-lettered word, but it still starts with an "a"—she yelled in surprised, and once more she went face-sliding across the forest ground. Spitting out the rocks that now wanted to be inside her mouth, she again made to push herself back up for another go. However, her angered glare met a pair of black boots and had to suppress a sigh. Raising her head a little higher, her eyes locked gazes with a very irritated fire demon. Hair falling out of her bun again, a stray piece decided it wanted to fall into her vision and tickle her nose into sneezing. She fought the urge, but made no move to brush it away, too caught up in the staring contest to dare.

It just didn't work all that well for her. So, giving up, she blew a short, brief huff its way, making it flop back on her head and out of her face. Better.

Said fire demon continued to stare.

Said fire demon didn't say anything at all.

Didn't even move.

Said fire demon was getting on her nerves.

"What the hell is your problem?" Mitsuyo scowled after a few short moments of uncomfortable silence in which she stared and Hiei glared. "Is your face stuck or something?"

"Hn. You're pathetic," Hiei growled, folding his arms, and just then Mitsuyo realized his sword was sheathed for the first time in three times as many hours. "This is a waste of time. We'd be better off just going after Akio then trying to teach you how to avoid being killed."

"Well then, I guess you're failing as a teacher, huh?" Mitsuyo shot back, finding herself getting up on her feet after falling down again. "If you knew exactly what you were doing, then I would know what I'm doing." She got into his face with a cocky grin, and whispered, "So, with that said, I think you are the pathetic one, not me."

His fierce frown unnerved her, as he had yet to blink, but she didn't bother trying to out-glare him again. She learned it was impossible.

"Okay, so, I suck," she started honestly, backing up a bit and placing her hands on her hips. "I try not to, but I guess it's some sort of disorder I was born with. What are we going to do about it?"

"Take a break," another voice answered calmly from behind her, slowly emerging from the tree's coverage. "And rethink your strategy. After all, that is what manages to overcome strength in the end, does it not?"

Eyes widening in recognition, she twirled around and pasted on a smile. "Kurama," she greeted in a fake-polite tone.

As he got closer, the shadows slowly faded into light, and out he walked. Though his tone was not much different than usual, his face wore an emotionless mask, cold and blank to anyone's eyes. He had on one of his more elegant outfits consisting of a white silk Chinese-style top and long, black dress pants. The reason for such formal dressing was nothing more than showing respect to Genkai for her assistance and allowing the group to stay at the dojo.

"Mitsuyo," he replied stoically in return, inclining his head in her direction before turning fully to his companion, "Hiei, I think now would be a good time to take a quick recess from training. Yukina has prepared lunch, and Genkai insists that Mitsuyo be fed properly during her stay."

Though Hiei's face remained unaffected, his thoughts were not. Kurama's behavior was no mystery to him, and he wasn't happy about it either. That was one weakness Kurama had: his emotions were too strong, and when he realized this weakness, he became even more impossible to deal with by cutting them off. Hiei was no fool—he knew that these feelings made Kurama stronger in some cases. It even worked for himself. But acting like he was now was more foolish than having those feelings in the first place. Hiei wished that Kurama had not been a part of this mission. It just made it more complicated.

.:Flashback:.

Hiei's ear twitched, eyes darting towards the forest.

Damn rodents, he thought, turning away from the trees to try and find something else to glare—err, stare—at.

He was currently sitting on the patio railing of the temple, gaze occasionally traveling up to the stars. He had been watching the two boys cleaning up the yard (on Genkai's order/threat), jeering at them and insulting Kuwabara as much as he felt necessary. But they were on their last trip into the forest, and even so, it did little to ease his emotions. So many silent thoughts screamed in his mind. Yukina had healed him up all properly and everything, so he had many bandages and wraps adorning his body.

But that wasn't what was bothering him.

No, what was bothering him was the fact that, while healing him, Yukina was informing him how unusual the injuries he had sustained were. The rips in his flesh were done so that pain was excruciating, but no actual damage was dealt. The blood loss would not kill him if he hadn't gotten treated in time, but would simply leave him weak until he healed. That even if his whole body was covered in those kinds of wounds, he would still survive. Despite the fact he would pass out before anything else.

That method of attack was not something a normal, everyday demon would know. The exact science of the body was simply too complex for the average apparition to fully understand and exploit like these demons had. Hiei doubted even Kurama knew the whole extent of the human body—what it could stand and what it could not. Of course, the fox's knowledge came close, but he had gained it all from practice, from training—from the same experience that classified him as an "A Class" demon. But those demons Hiei had attacked…they were nothing close to Kurama power. Hiei could tell right off they were no match to Kurama's intellect either. So how could they know?

How could they execute such power and pain-searing injuries that were not fatal?

That was what worried him the most.

"Hiei. Is something troubling you?"

Hiei jerked his head around to find Kurama right behind him, staring off into the distance. Behind the redhead's frame was the main room where the whole group was sleeping, the door open and letting in the summer night's breeze. Well, where the whole group was to sleep, as only Yukina and Mitsuyo were actually sleeping. Yusuke and Kuwabara had yet to return from the forest, and Genkai was no where in sight.

Hiei's eyes widened when he realized he hadn't heard or sensed the fox approach, and was even more horrified when a small smiled tugged at the corner of Kurama's lips, signaling he had just realized this fact as well.

"Deep in thought?" Kurama asked in his soft, calm voice, even though he already knew the answer.

"Is it against the law now?" Hiei retaliated with resentment, arms folded across his chest.

"If I said yes, would you stop?" he remarked lightly, propping his elbows on the banister and looking up into the night sky, the large moon bathing the sight in its soft, silvery glow. "From what I recall of your past concerning laws and rules, you manage to go out of your way to break as many of them as possible. It's like a game, isn't it?"

"Hn." There was no point denying it, after all.

"Now that the matter is settled, I'll revert back to my previous question," Kurama said, in a much more serious tone, "Is something troubling you?"

Hiei immediately opened his mouth, a snappy rely ready on his tongue…but realizing he could be wrong, worrying about nothing, he rethought his answer. And after a moment of silence, the swordsman closed his mouth, sighed, then turned back to the night's picturesque scene.

"Nothing you need concern yourself over," Hiei finally mumbled.

"If that is what you wish," Kurama breathed out with defeat.

"It is."

Another moment of silence passed over the duo, both simply observing the scenery as the darkness deepened, emerging from the depths of the forest. It was swooping in, seeping into the trees with embracing calm.

"Hiei," Kurama finally started softly, not moving from his position. Hiei looked at him out of the corner of his eyes with peaceful eyes, signaling that he was paying attention. "Will you tell me where you have been all this time? You haven't really given anyone clues or hints of your location, and I have to admit, my curiosity is starting to take its toll on me."

"Hn," he responded, closing his eyes with a small smirk. Eyes flashing open once more with a triumphant gleam, he answered, "I successfully raided one of Akio's compounds. And gathered some pretty valuable information you may or may not want to know."

"This is no time for teases, Hiei," Kurama reprimanded seriously, turning fully to his silver-outlined form. "Inform me. Please."

"Very well," the fire demon replied, also shifting his position so that his back was against one of the sturdier columns of wood and allowed him to face the fox. "I've collected some facts on our enemy. Akio has multiple compounds, each disguised to avoid detection from Spirit World intelligence. In order to maintain some sort of leadership role over them all, he travels from one to the other randomly, so it would be near impossible to correctly guess where he'll be next week. However, guessing where he isn't, is much easier, which is why I was able to get in and out fairly undetected."

"When we found you, you were extremely wounded," Kurama argued pointedly. "That doesn't fit my description of escaping "undetected"."

"Which is why the word "fairly" is before it," Hiei contradicted proudly. "I was only injured after I left the compound. The demons were following me, and I figured it would be best to be rid of them before coming here. So I attacked them, only to realize their true power, and was caught off-guard. I defeated them easily afterwards, but the initial hit got to me after traveling for so long at such a speed."

"I see… What else did you learn of our enemy? And what exactly were you doing in the base in the first place? Surely it wasn't just for gathering more information."

"Of course not," Hiei snapped. "I was following orders."

"From Koenma," Kurama completed with realization. "That was why he didn't call Yusuke and Kuwabara with you. He was sending you out first."

"Yes," Hiei admitted grimly. "And a good thing, too, or else we wouldn't have the advantage we have now. But, before we get too side-tracked, take this." His hand dove into his pants pocket, before slowly withdrawing an enclosed fist. Holding it out to his comrade, he explained, "It's for Mitsuyo. I'm not allowed to divulge what it actually does, but under no circumstances does Koenma want her to remove it. He told me to tell you that she is to meditate everyday, wearing this at all times."

Taking it from the fire demon's grasp, Kurama examined it closely, and had to stifle a gasp in awe. It was truly a beautiful piece of art, though the true nature behind the necklaces symbols was hazy. There were six individual jewels hanging from a pure white string, each with Japanese characters and colors—blue (one light, one dark), yellow, orange, red, and green. The dark blue was signed with Reiki; healing energy. The light blue was a spiral, indicating woman's prowess. Yellow, OM—silence; orange, Cho Ku Rei—"light switch" or increased power; red, harth—heart. And green symbolizing Halu, or balance and harmony. The white string, Kurama mused, probably meant purity or goodness. It truly was one powerful charm Akio possessed, if the calming energy ripple wafting off of the object was anything to go by. "Is there anything else you can tell me about this pendant?"

Receiving silence, accompanied by the ever-present blank stare, as an answer, Kurama sighed and tucked it into his pocket, keeping it with him until he could successfully deliver it to the girl in question.

"What else can you tell me?" he asked again, this time referring to everything Hiei learned.

"I know it's easy to forget an old woman like me, but I have to admit it hurts coming from you, Kurama. Us ancient souls have to stick together, you know," another voice cut in abruptly, startling the two conversing companions.

Both whipped around to find Genkai standing beside them, hands folded behind her, and a gruff look on her face. Kurama was shocked, for he was not aware of her presence until she let it be known, but Hiei was more angered than surprised at the realization that he had been snuck up upon twice in one night.

"Having a nice chat?" she asked idly.

"Genkai," Kurama greeted as Hiei "hn"ed. "Good evening to you, too. Can we help you?"

"Seems you and I had the same idea," Genkai stated roughly. "It's about time Shorty, here, filled us in with the information he learned on his little errand for Koenma."

"You're shorter than me, old hag," Hiei spat. "Don't go lowering yourself to the Ape's level—I hold too much respect for you to remove it now."

"Yes, of course," Kurama replied, both adamantly ignoring Hiei's grumbling. "I was just about to do that. Then again, would it not be better if the whole gang was here? I'm sure you already know Hiei isn't one for recycling anything, especially if it involves conversation."

"Yes, where are the fools anyway?" Hiei asked brashly, folding his arms more securely across his chest, shifting his eyes back towards the woods with resolve. "I know they're slow, but this is taking it a bit too far."

"I made them take the corpses far out into the clearing," Genkai explained with a triumphant smile on her lips. "Demon flesh smells horrible, melting your nose hairs with its acidic stench when it's incinerated, and it leaves a foul taste in the air for days. I didn't want it anywhere near here, so I sent them twenty-some miles out near the beach. Next time it rains, the ashes will be washed into the ocean, and the forest will stay untainted."

"Clever," Kurama admitted with a soft smile. "Though in some cases, apparition cinders can be quite fertile for the soil."

"Not these," she answered seriously. "There are traces of leftover spirit energy staining them—any nutrients they might have has been long sucked out of their body."

"That makes you wonder about Akio Isamu's powers," Hiei stated flatly. "We know those were his pathetic minions, and he has powers to mutate them to suit his will. If it does so much damage to these demons to the point of taking any dietary supplements from their physical body, it gives the idea that such tampering is irrefutable. It would be best to steer clear from traveling down that road, lest we wish to remain Akio's slave until death rips us from his devious grip." With these words, he stared down at his own hand, and fisted it tightly.

"Tell me what you learned," Genkai demanded. "We have to scrutinize this at every angle in order to find some sort of weakness Akio may have."

"What about the Detective and the buffoon?" Hiei asked, giving her a glare from out of the corner of his eye from being ordered about. "Didn't Kurama just get through telling you that I don't enjoy repeating myself?"

"Too much thinking will kill them," she answered offhandedly. "We—that is, Kurama and I—will go over it with them, don't worry. If I know Yusuke as well I think I do, we won't stop hearing curses and brash similes until we give him some sort of hard cut ideas and thoughts. A simple list of facts will no doubt earn us a "so what" and an ignorant attitude. I don't know about you two, but I'd rather skip all that."

"Hn. Fine." Hiei leaned back, and closed his eyes before saying, "As I was saying, Akio has multiple compounds, each full with demons varying in power levels and size. Each compound has a hidden treasure room, which is where I got that nice little trinket in your pocket, Kurama."

"Trinket?" Genkai repeated. At the subtle prod, Kurama pulled it out carefully, not trusting himself to be any more thoughtless with it. She examined it much like Kurama had done before, and she asked in wonder, "What is it, and who is it for?"

"Koenma made me swear I wouldn't tell," Hiei rolled his eyes, muttering something about insecure toddlers and their need for everything to be a surprise.

"I never thought of you to be one to base yourself on something as childish as promises, Hiei," Kurama joked lightly.

Instead of the usual threat or reply that dealt with defiance and denial, he simply "hn"ed and continued with his story. "The room is protected by two pathetic excuses for guards. While I was in there, I managed to wring out some information about Akio's powers. Apparently he spends all of his time in a chamber room because his powers are so great. He can't control them. There's a special energy signature lined in the walls that prevent it from escaping and destroying everything. His hands are the main catalysts for his energy. When he isn't in the room, he has to wear unusual gloves, lined with the same energy signature, in order to keep everything in check. There can be no leak, otherwise any weak soul nearby is instantly reduced to ashes."

"Ingenious."

"Don't plan on shaking his hand any time soon."

"What about Akio himself, Hiei?" Kurama asked seriously. "Did you happen to learn anything about him?"

"Plenty, though none of it is as reliable as I would've liked it to be," he answered spitefully, though there was grim amusement laced in his tone. "All the guard could go on about was how great his master was, and how I was going to rot for my sinful acts. Quite the imagination, but that was all I could get from him. That, and that he had more power than I could ever wish for, but I doubt that information will help you."

Kurama thought it over with a musing look on his face. "It would seem…" he started after a moment, "that our enemy has brainwashed these demons. Or some of them—there's no counting that there couldn't be demons who joined him willingly."

"Do you suppose he'll do the same with Mitsuyo?" Genkai inquired in her scratchy voice. "Invade her brain and rule her as a mindless slave?"

"It's highly unlikely," Kurama replied wryly. "but I wouldn't count it out just yet. From what Hiei has told us, Akio cannot completely control his energy. If that is the case, then it may be the same for Mitsuyo. Therefore, he wouldn't be able to get a strong enough hold on her mind to manipulate her actions. Those energy bracelets that Spirit World placed on her would most likely have to be destroyed in order to access enough power to accomplish his twisted deeds. Not to mention the fact that she is strong in her mind. He wouldn't be able to persuade her with simple words… No, he will most likely have another method in order to gain admission to her mind." He bowed his head in thought before raising it to the heavens, whispering, "If only we knew what it was, then we could prepare for it."

"Then we're fighting blindly," Genkai finished, leaning against the railing and facing the wooden wall of her temple, her eyes closed and arms crossed in contemplation.

"So it would seem," Hiei added, his eyes narrowed, one leg resting on the other, arms still folded on his chest.

.:End of Flashback:.

Hiei twisted around, not meet Kurama's gaze, and prepared to jump into the tree he was now facing. "Hn," he responded flatly. "I don't care. But while she's in there, I suggest she has a talk with Genkai on the proper way to not get killed." Then, he bent his knees, and flitted out of sight.

Mitsuyo watched his departure with a frown and a slight shake of her head, muttering, "Don't know what he's talking about, he has yet to teach me anything other than how to take a beating and what it's like to have a conversation with the gravel."

Normally, Kurama would've chuckled at her comment, assured her that in time she would get it, and then escort her back to the temple for their afternoon meal. And the words were at the edge of his tongue, just waiting for his mouth to open and give the order.

But, this was not a normal time for Kurama and Mitsuyo, and all he decided he would do was say in a cool voice, "Miss Kajima, it would be best if we started back before the rice gets too cold."

She sighed, and started walking back the path that Kurama had come out of, not really caring whether or not the fox chose to follow her as well. The day had been really awkward with him, and she didn't like it a bit. Ever since she woke up early that morning, by none other than Kurama himself, she had felt that something was different. That something was off. Kurama hadn't smiled at her crazed antics like she had grown use to seeing him do. He hadn't joined in when she was being silly, leaning towards flirting. He didn't even chide Yusuke and Kuwabara for their foolish acts when they were complaining about cleaning up the mess they made last night. Hell, she barely got a good morning out of him!

Something had made him grow cold to her, and it didn't calm her in the least. So what did it matter fight it? Sure, Mitsuyo would try—once she figured out what she did to make him be like this. She didn't want to be hurt again… With that thought in mind, she reverted to how she had begun to act towards him near the end of the school year; angry, ignorant, and as rebellious as she could get. Who cared if he stayed outside and didn't follow her? No skin off her nose.

And he didn't follow her, simply staying behind for a few moments in order to just observe her movements. He had been doing so all morning, behind her back, when she wasn't looking—when she wasn't aware. After all, Kurama wouldn't dare do it when she was, for his resolve to stay detached from her would crumble. And those thoughts would forever haunt him until death…

.:Flashback:.

Hours after the talk with Hiei and Genaki, Kurama went out on to the patio of the temple and leaned against the wall. The sun was just starting to rise, painting the sky in streaks of purple and gold, pink clouds decorating the region, almost covering the faint outline of the moon still in its wake. Though the sight was enough to admire, his emerald gaze was not pointed heavenward.

He fingered the pendant again, studying it as closely as he had six hours ago. The markings meant something, the true power of the necklace lay right before his eyes…only Kurama couldn't understand.

Health, silence, increase in power, heart, balance, harmony, female energy…they have to be of some significance, he pondered, starting to feel aggravated, for this was the nth time he was stressing over this thought. The answer was there, before him, he knew it. Why couldn't he find it?

Sighing, he tore his eyes away from the trinket for the first time that night/morning, and gazed up to the heavens. He breathed in deeply, and clenched his fist. So many complications, how could one girl start it all?

"Why don't you just kill me? Why not just end it? It would fix everything—that Isamu bastard wouldn't be able to use me to kill, you wouldn't have to waste your time protecting me… everyone could return to their normal lives!"

How could she be so selfless? How could she even think he would consider taking her life in order to defeat one of Akio's main purposes? Sure, it may save hundreds, thousands of lives, but to lose hers…He shook his head.

"No," he repeated out loud. "No. This… no." Closing his eyes tightly, he whispered once more, "No."

Yes, another voice told him. You know it's true, Kurama.

"I can't…" he murmured weakly. "I won't allow it."

It will occur anyway, even if you don't allow it.

"I will fight," he told the voice. "Do not think for a second I will sit by and allow her to get hurt."

Because you care for her?

"Because it is the right thing to do."

Say that all you will. But deep down you know. You know for a fact that you care deeply for her—much more than a friend would for another. And you also know she will fall. Maybe not in the acts of helping Akio, but in the acts of fighting him.

"There's a chance I'm wrong," he alleged. "There's always a chance…"

"You know, Kurama." Hiei's voice cut through his thoughts much like his sword did when coming in contact with a demon's flesh. Quickly and messily. Kurama glanced up in surprise, and almost made to jump up and away from the intruder.

Almost.

"No," he answered blankly.

Hiei laughed, "If I keep catching you off-guard, Kurama, I'll be tempted to kill you."

Kurama sagged in relief, though the reason for this relief was unknown, even to him. He smiled. "If you keep catching me off-guard, Hiei, I'll ask you to, if only to save me from a disgraceful death."

Hiei glared down at him.

This couldn't be good for Kurama.

Kurama was confused. He had just made a joke, but Hiei seemed to be reading into the comment. Or reading into something else…

He's reading my mind, he realized, eyes widening.

"Hiei, don't—" he started to say, but it was too late. Hiei's eyes darkened, and he knelt down beside Kurama with a frown on his face. Then again, he always had a frown on his face, but that didn't matter…Hiei found out about the one thing Kurama didn't want the others to know.

"I won't bother asking why you didn't tell us this bit of information," Hiei stated flatly. "Because you know I don't ask. So tell."

Heaving a remorseful sigh, Kurama stared up at the lighting sky. "I suppose…I didn't want the idea to be even considered an option."

"They're humans, Kurama," he scoffed with a bitter laugh. "And as much as I hate to say it, even though they act like animals, they aren't. Just because you killed off demons that were problems in the past does not mean the same act will take place here."

"I imagine you're right," the fox admitted in embarrassment. "But they would keep it in their minds. I just didn't want to be the one to put it in there. Besides, it was a private moment between us…as it should, and will remain, Hiei."

The demon gave him a hard look, which softened into that of concern. "You're getting too attached, Kurama. I can see it, plain as day. You consider her higher than friendship prohibits."

"I consider you higher than friendship prohibits, Hiei," Kurama told him with a smile. At Hiei's uncomfortable glare, he hastily added, "You're like my brother, Hiei. A very… malicious brother."

Hiei stared at him, and for a moment, Kurama thought he said something wrong. Then, he said, "You're, what…700 years old? 2000?" (1)

Quirking an eyebrow, Kurama retaliated, "How old are you?"

"Why should you care?"

"Why should you?"

"I'm not going to tell you."

"Well, then I won't tell you."

Hiei smirked, then fixed his gaze on his pacified friend. Kurama caught the look in the fire demon's eyes and quickly swatted at him, saying, "Would you please show some self-restraint? My mind is not your playground!"

Hiei froze, a hint of puzzlement showing through his blank features. Kurama stopped to, and raised another eyebrow. "What?"

"…What is a…"playground"?"

Kurama stared at him for a long while, not knowing how to reply to Hiei admitting his lack of knowledge… There was no way to deny that this moment wasn't funny. So funny, in fact, that Kurama started laughing. Hiei, taking this bout of giggling the wrong way, frowned, and snapped, "In case you've forgotten, I didn't grow up in this human shit, so answer me before I decide your throat is the perfect sheath for my blade."

"I'm…sorry, Hiei," Kurama said in-between chuckles. "A playground is an area for children to play. Simple, really, if you thought it out."

"Hn."

Sitting down once more, as if the little rare incident hadn't occurred, the two fell into a comfortable silence. Hiei stared up at the sky, which was now a deep blue mixed with pink, while Kurama returned his attention to the necklace nestled in his palm. He wasn't sure why, but he got a very…reassuring feeling from the pendant. It soothed his mind, letting him believe that he could rest, relax, and not worry about demons attacking or death approaching. It was nice…but it didn't calm him enough to figure out its true power. And it was annoying him.

She will fall, the voice started again, solemn and wise.

No, he responded in his mind this time. She will not.

Unknown to Kurama, Hiei was listening in on the conversation with worry and interest. He was right—the stupid fox was getting too attached to the girl.

Prove me wrong, Suichi, the voice seemed to beg. Please…prove me wrong. Or we will erode as well.

That I do not deny, he confessed sorrowfully. She will live…or we'll die together. For now, best to keep our distance…lest we wish to be hurt more than necessary.

Closing his eyes in defeat, he stood up, answering the questioning gaze he felt on the back of his neck with a simple, "Now we begin."

.:End of Flashback:.

And so here he was now: distancing himself from the only girl that he had any remote interest in for over a hundred years. He wasn't happy with himself—sometimes, Kurama wished he was as cold as Hiei was, but that wouldn't do any good either—but there was nothing he could really do about it until Akio was out of the picture.

Funny.

He was starting to feel a bit jealous.

And very protective.

He turned his eyes once more to Mitsuyo's backside, which happened to be even smaller as she managed to distance herself from him as well.

And he thought it was unfair to him. Now that he thought about it, Mitsuyo really depended on him since she was in this predicament. And he hadn't done much to reassure her.

Furthermore, here he was, pulling away when she needed him a bit closer for comfort.

He sighed dejectedly, and stared longingly at her retreating figure. One would say that his eyes flashed gold for a brief second, before being completely washed over with emerald. Slipping his hands deep into his pants pockets, he trudged through the foliage after her.

~`*`~

"This is good stuff, Yukina," Yusuke spat out from behind the large serving of rice that already occupied his mouth, effectively spewing bits and pieces into Kuwabara's face, who had the misfortune of sitting in front of him at the dining table. "I mean, my mom's cooking is nothing compared to this."

"Your mom's cooking is nothing compared to anything, Urameshi," Kuwabara coughed out to him in a similar fashion, chunks of chicken finding themselves airborne and landing on the outskirts of Yusuke's plate.

"Don't talk bad 'bout my mother, you ape, or I'll sock you a good 'un."

"Shut up, both of you, before you keel over and die choking," Genkai ordered from at the head of the table. "Try to show some manners for once in your life."

"But it's too good to resist!" Kuwabara exclaimed while shoving another chopstick-full of food into his gaping mouth, and winking down the table at a blushing Yukina. "You could make a living doing this, Yukina, my love!"

Hiei growled from his place at the window ceil and hugged his sheathed sword closer to him, but otherwise made no move towards violence.

Kurama sat quietly to the right of Genkai, silently eating his bowl of rice while stealing subtle glances at Mitsuyo, who also had the unlucky coincidence of sitting across of the person she didn't want to. She, too, was keenly focused on her meal, every once in a while reaching up a hand to gingerly rub the bandages that covered her cheek. Both avoided eye contact with everyone at the table, but Kurama had the burning suspicion that a certain fire demon was glaring at them.

If you're reading my mind, Hiei, I demand that you leave me be, Kurama thought silently towards the subdued window apparition. I have no qualms with you at the moment, and I wish not to in the future. But I cannot guarantee that statement's truth if you do not take leave this instant.

Feeling the fire on the back of his head dim, he let out a quiet sigh of relief, and went back to eating. Offhandedly, he listened in on the conversation, and found himself suppressing a sad smile.

Ever since last night, the mood of the temple had been a strained optimistic one. While no one would discuss what truly needed to be discussed, and instead stuck to safe subjects such as whether any decent video games had been released or if a certain school teacher reminded one of a particular animal, the group had stuck to the training agenda set out before them.

And what exactly happened last night?

.:Flashback:.

(This is what was going on when Genkai, Hiei, and Kurama were chatting outside of the temple, only with Yusuke and Kuwabara)

"Damn bug demons…why do they have to weigh so damn much?" Yusuke grumbled, hefting the load on his back into a more comfortable position. He was currently carrying five bodies on his back, half of which were falling apart due to the attacks inflicted upon it. The demons probably weren't even alive to take the full onslaught, as all that was left of some—the ones Kuwabara was carrying—were limbs and ragged pieces of flesh.

"Speak for yourself," his comrade growled, altering shoulders and rotating the resting one with a grimace on his face. "You're carrying half as much as I am."

"That's because your brawn covers up for your lack of a brain," the slick-haired teen answered with a smirk.

"Shut up, you punk!" Kuwabara exclaimed, shaking a fist at him. "Like you can talk."

"Yeah, yeah, keep yapping," Yusuke drawled, fighting his way through the trees, pausing only to scare away a lurking animal in the brush with a sharp yell. "We're here, so let's just get this over with and get back to Genkai's place. I'm friggin tired, janitor duty's really not my cup of tea."

And true enough, they had just broken through the branches to the large apparition pile they had been building up all night. With a small grunt, he threw the bodies off of his own roughly, not really caring whether they actually made it onto the pile or not. Kuwabara did the same thing, stretching his back with a loud groan.

"Oookay," Yusuke grumped, scratching behind his shoulder, then turning to his friend. "You got the matches?"

"Right here," Kuwabara answered lazily, holding up the small box. As he mechanically got the match situated, he started muttering, "Don't understand why Hiei couldn't do this. He's the fire demon, why waste these things when we have a portable lighter with us?"

"Eh, she probably didn't want to attract any more demons or something crazy like that," Yusuke yawned, folding his arms behind his head. "Jeez, why can't anything be simple these days, huh? Kinda kinky…it seems that life's always throwing something tougher and rougher at us every time we get over the first thing…"

"Huh…you're right," Kuwabara replied in a dazed voice, blankly focused on the small articles of wood in his hand. Just as he lit it, he moved to place it on the pile, but a soft, swift wind met his ears, and when he looked down again, a small globe of ice encircled its once flaming top. Frowning, he tossed it to the side, and got out another. It was set aflame, but this time, Kuwabara stared at it long and hard. Assured that it wouldn't suddenly go cold on him again, he moved to toss it onto the pile, taking his eyes off it once more, but that same breeze brushed past his ears, and looking down he saw the match met the same fate as the one before it. The frown deepened.

"Hey, Urameshi," he called offhandedly.

"Yeah?" he answered in a drowsy tone. "What's up?"

"These matches are going funny. They won't light."

"Here, let me have 'em." Kuwabara tossed the box over to Yusuke before crouching down to the ground, and yawned.

Yusuke, too, attempted to light the matches. And each one was turned into ice before his very eyes. But he wouldn't give up. No, he continued to light them, and when they went out, he tossed them aside, and got another one lit and ready. Finally, he reached the last one. This time, he figured he would stare at it the whole time. So, with a quick scrape against the side of the box, it heated, sparked, and fired up. Keeping his eyes trained on it, he slowly put one foot in front of the other towards the pile, his gaze focused completely on the flame in his hands.

Just as he was sure that this one would achieve its purpose, he tripped, just feet away from the pile. A grunt escaped his lips as he made impact with the ground, the flame going out. He groaned in exasperation, but stopped when he realized what was in front of him. The pile of dead demons was still there…only…they were frozen in a block of ice.

He stared at it silently for a few minutes, his reflection staring back at him with the same blank expression. "Kuwabara?" he finally said loudly, not moving his gaze.

"Yu-huh?" he replied from his position against a nearby tree, eyes resting shut. "Whaddya need, Urameshi?"

"Can you open your eyes for a minute?"

"Sure…" he did, and ended up staring just as blankly as Yusuke was at the ice pile in front of him. "Ummm…" he started to say after a few moments. "That's not natural, is it?"

"Eh…noo…"

….Just give it a minute….

"Uh… We're in trouble, aren't we?" Kuwabara asked dully.

"We're always in trouble."

"Getting attacked by another demon?" he asked again.

"I wouldn't put my money on it."

"Okay. So….now what?"

"Hello Yusuke. Kuwabara," another voice broke in coldly.

"That's what," Yusuke answered his friend, rising to his feet in the process and giving a welcoming stare to the new figure he recognized. "Hey, Touya. Nice to see ya again, but I have to admit—the ice on the matches really wasn't necessary for a hello."

"Yeah, we wasted a whole box," Kuwabara mumbled with a small smile. "Woulda helped if you showed yourself before we went through 'em all."

Touya didn't say anything, simply staring down at them from the tree branch he was perched on. Yusuke narrowed his eyes in puzzlement. There was something off about him…he seemed to be a little out of it. And more cold than usual.

"You coming down from there, buddy?" he called with a pleasant laugh. "Just because I like you and all doesn't mean I'm willing to shout this conversation between us!"

Without a sound, Touya dropped to the ground with cat-like grace, rising to his face to stare the duo down with a flat expression on his face. There was a piece of paper fisted in his hand, but even with the pointed looks given to him by Kuwabara and Yusuke, he made no move to do anything other than stand there and glare.

"Okay, I'm all for "silence is golden" stuff, but do you mind telling us why you're here?" Kuwabara demanded in frustration after a few minutes of stillness.

"Here," he drawled simply, tossing the roll of parchment at Yusuke without removing his icy gaze. "From your enemy."

"Enemy?" Yusuke repeated, looking at the roll in his hands. "Another one?"

"No, you fool," Touya snapped in annoyance. "Only one is great enough to go after you."

"You mean Akio?" Kuwabara asked with furrowed brows. Yusuke decided to remain quiet, slightly bothered about the "fool" comment. "But how did you find out about that? We haven't had contact with you guys forever, there's no way you could've gotten that information!"

"You talk too much," Touya replied tediously. "Just read it."

And with that, he was gone.

"What do ya suppose that was about?" Kuwabara inquired with a puzzled look on his face, turning to Yusuke only to see him unraveling the scroll of parchment Touya had thrown at him. He watched with concern as Yusuke's eyes widened and his lips turned into a thin line of anger. "Urameshi?"

Yusuke didn't answer, just continued to stare at the parchment in rage and shock.

"What is it?" he demanded, walking over to peer over the frozen detective's shoulder. "What's got you acting like a stupid snow…man…" he trailed off, his facial features mimicking Yusuke's.

"We need to tell the others."

~`*`~

"You have done well, young Spirit Detectives," Genkai read calmly, her voice resonating throughout the temple room and into the ears of the kneeling boys in front of her. "However, I must say that it does not impress me enough. Attempt to stop me and my plan for dominance now, and there is no doubt in my mind you will fail. It would be suicide at your current levels, and that would be no fun for me to boast about when you fall from the pedistal Spirit World has placed you on. I know where you are, and I know your capabilities. I feel it fair to inform you that I could kill you in one try without breaking a sweat. Therefore, I am permitting you to pass with one week without harm or harassment in order to give you time to prepare taking on my demon army. I will hold you to the day, for I admit, I am anxious to battle against the team that has so many rumors floating around Demon World."

"Well, doesn't that make me feel fuzzy all over," Yusuke commented dryly, resting his head on his fists, elbows propped on his crossed legs.

"Shut up, Yusuke," Kurama told him patiently, who was, unlike him, sitting properly.

"What about Touya?" Kuwabara asked out loud, anxious to know what was up with their friend delivering a letter from the bad guy. "Does it say anything concrete about him? When I read it, I didn't really understand. And besides, how he'd catch him anyways…And what about Jin! And Chu! And Rinku! And—"

Yusuke gave him a swift swat in the back of the head. "Shut up and breathe."

Genkai gave them all a look, then turned back to the paper without comment. She simply kept on reading, "I believe you have already figured this out, but despite the fact I can't completely control my energy doesn't mean that I will go down easy. I have more at my disposal than my power, and I will not hesitate to exploit these advantages. Take your demon friend for example. Yes, Mr. Ice Master will make a wonderful addition to my army. Do not feel that killing me will free him. No, he'll still be under my control. I will give you a hint: he must free himself. No one can help from the outside. Well, you could, if you really tried…but do you want to risk it?

"One week, Spirit Detectives. Then, you will fall," Genkai finished, appearing quite unaffected, considering.

The group was silent for a moment, unwilling to speak the obvious. Exchanging glances, all could understand what was going through their minds, and Kurama secretly wished that Mitsuyo was awake to hear this. It was better that she wasn't, so that it didn't scare her too badly, but hearing her comments and such would've been at least helpful…

"Well. This sucks," Yusuke stated with attitude.

"Hiei was just telling us earlier," Kurama told him softly. "Akio had in his possession a certain pendant that would help Mitsuyo assist in defeating Akio and his army. He stole it, on Koenma's orders, so now we have it. Since there was no mention of the loss in the note, we can only assume he doesn't know about its disappearance yet."

"Yeah?" Yusuke asked with a quirked eyebrow. "What's the necklace do?"

"He wouldn't say," he answered, giving a sidelong glance at the fire demon, who was resting on the window ledge with a grim expression on his face. "But I'm guessing it will help Mitsuyo out in the long run. I only hoped Hiei would be able to define exactly what it will assist in…"

"Probably because the twerp doesn't know," Kuwabara added arrogantly. "Didn't bother asking the guard before killing him…"

"I'll do the same to you if you don't shut up," Hiei spat, not bothering to turn his gaze.

"Make me!" the Jr. High student challenged.

"Don't tempt me, you may regret it."

"Both of you, put a sock in it or I'm kicking you out of my home," Genkai cut in with a sharp retort. The two growled, but did as they were commanded. "This is not about your insecurities or annoyances. This is about saving both Spirit World and Human World, not to mention the little girl currently sleeping in the other room, as is best, giving the circumstances. Now let's focus here. We have one week to prepare for Akio's demon army. How can we get up to his standards in that given time?"

"I hate being underestimated," Hiei informed the group. "I will train on my own terms. You do what you wish."

"It is not us that I am worried about," Kurama said remorsefully. "We have the tendency to take great leaps in our strength when facing such an adversary. While it may be unwise to rely on that luck, I'm more concerned about Mitsuyo…" his eyes drifted to the opposite wall, knowing that behind that door was the girl they were discussing. He continued, "She is not as accustom to this perilous adventure as we are, and therefore won't adapt as adequately. It would be even more unwise to assume she will have the same luck as we do."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Genkai asked him with searching eyes, darkened by the grisly awareness that there was no room for mistakes.

"I believe that we will begin her training tomorrow at dawn, as she wished to," he answered slowly. "Teach her in the ways of agility and stealth in order to avoid any encounters with Akio or his minions. Show her how to have primary discipline over her energy. If we play our cards right, she will be well-equipped when Akio decides to strike."

"Do you plan on doing this all yourself?" Kuwabara asked with his mouth wide.

"No," Kurama answered simply. "I must ask for the assistance of Genkai and Hiei as well"

Genkai blinked, but remained calm and did not argue. The same couldn't be said for Hiei.

"Excuse me?" the fire demon demanded rudely. "Did I not just get through saying I would train on my own?"

"You may, Hiei," Kurama soothed patiently. "For the morning period, at least. I only need your help during the afternoon, preferably from noon 'til dusk. Before that, you are free to do what you wish. And at night, unless you wish to watch Genkai test her."

"Excuse me?" Genkai quoted Hiei. "I don't remember agreeing to this arrangement."

"Neither do I," Hiei grumbled, shifting his arms irritably.

"I apologize, Genkai," Kurama said sincerely. "As you said earlier, I did start making plans on my own accord, but after analyzing the specifics thoroughly, I could see no other way to successfully operate the essentials."

"Well, fine," she glowered, "since you have it all planned out, tell us the rest."

Sheepishly, the redhead continued, "In the morning, Mitsuyo and I will complete the meditation periods that Koenma requested, as well as after lunch—before Hiei trains her, then before Genkai tests her, and prior to when she will go to bed. Hiei will choose his own method of teaching her what she needs to know, and Genkai will put her knowledge to the test. Does that seem reasonable?"

Both grunted in reply, obviously not happy with having being pulled into this plan of his without giving consent. Yusuke, however, was not as docile.

"HAHA! Shorty and the old hag opening a teaching school together! Ooooh, that's rich! AHAHA!"

"Shut it, Dimwit."

Normally he wouldn't, but the glare and the obvious tension she was applying to her aging fist made Yusuke rethink his desire to disobey.

"You said that Akio would have other methods to bring the girl to his side," Hiei cut in seriously, bringing attention to his sitting form. "How do you plan on avoiding that, I ask you, along with everything else?"

"We must focus on one thing at a time," Kurama said with finality. "While she is here, she will learn evasive maneuvers, and the week that Akio plans to attack, we will hide. Though I don't like the taste of it, it's better than waiting here for his presumed attack. I think that hiding out at her parents' house will suffice. She's been grounded to her home, which will be perfect to stay away from civilization. If I use that time we are there to teach her strategy and strengthen her mind, it will be more difficult for Akio to get a hold on her."

"So we leave the training to you and Hiei and Grandma—at least, that's what I'm assuming. And what should we do during that time?" Yusuke demanded. "Sit around and pick at our toenails? Watch Mitsuyo train? Play video games? House cleaning?"

"Train," answered Kurama, smiling in that sly way of his that reminded everyone that he was once a spirit fox, and still had that part of him in his mind. Genkai couldn't help but smirk. Yusuke suddenly felt very small, with the two ancients staring down at him with evil grins.

All he could do was swallow in silence.

~`*`~

An insistent, but gentle, jab in the shoulder disrupted Mitsuyo's slumber, and she rose from her fantasies momentarily to swat whatever it was poking her sleeping form away before floating back down into the darkness of dreams. Sensing that it left her alone, she smiled to herself and snuggled more deeply into her bed sheets.

"Mitsuyo…" A faraway voice called softly. "It's time to wake up."

"Nu-huh," she replied stubbornly, sleep stealing her adamant tone. "I donwana…" she snorted into her pillow, swallowed, and her breathing started evening out.

Or, it would've if that DAMNED POKING DIDN'T START UP AGAIN!

She let out a whining moan, and did a sloppy job of moving away from the poking, rolling and squirming until she managed to wriggle her way off the bed and onto the cold wooden floors with nothing on her but her blanket. (…and PJ's, don't be perverted!) The poking turned into a shake, which turned into a comforting rub, which then turned into a tickle attack when the poker rubbed her in a sensitive spot that made her giggle, and she found herself struggling to remove herself from her blankets in order to get away from the poker-now-tickler, which had somehow managed to tangle up around her while laughing her head off.

Kurama, watching this as he continued to wiggle his fingers under her armpits and sides, silently hoped that the others—who, after the meeting, said they would try to catch some sleep—wouldn't wake with the girl's incessant hysterics.

"Noooo!" she groaned with a giggle. "S-s-stoooooop! I-I'm awake, damn it, stop! Kurama!"

He immediately pulled back, surprised that she knew it was him. She seemed to be a bit out of it just moments before—not in any shape to identify her tickler. He must've underestimated her…

While he was pondering this, Mitsuyo sat up unsteadily, arm up and scratching her head through the tangled muse that was her hair. She blinked a few times, making a snapping noise with her mouth, before yawning and turning sleepy eyes to his sitting figure. Frowning in a tired fashion, she grumped, "You know, when I said "dawn", I didn't mean quite this early… I'm not use to waking up before noon…'specially on breaks…"

Had he not pondered what he had…pondered just a few moments before, Kurama would've smiled at her antics and teased her of needing beauty sleep. However, he had pondered what he had pondered just a few moments before, and did not smile, but gave her a stern look, and spoke in a firm voice, "Learn."

Mitsuyo blinked, watching his retreating form in surprise as Kurama stepped outside and waited for her to accompany him. But he would have to wait, for Mitsuyo was having thoughts of her own. Just seconds before, he had been tickling her awake, and now he was acting cold and impatient with her. In her book, the two didn't go hand-in-hand. When someone is tickling you, that person doesn't normally have a frown on his face…

"Uh…okay," the girl responded uneasily. "I've always been a quick learner."

Kurama didn't respond, but merely stated, "Follow me."

Mitsuyo did as was asked, not wishing to do anything more to upset him…like whatever she did in the first place. Honestly, what was with this guy?

Having a PMS problem? she groused to herself.

Mitsuyo was led back behind the complex until they were facing the long grassy fields that stopped where the forest started up. The two marched across the field until they faced a large, towering oak, leaves green and trunk thick. He sat down a few feet away from the roots with his legs folded Indian-style. Simply giving her a look, she sat facing him, mimicking his actions. He stared at her for a long while, and Mitsuyo started to grow nervous. He didn't move, just staring at her. And she felt compelled to stare back. Her eyes started to water after a moment or two, but he continued, and so would she. But he wouldn't even blink! Not a single muscle on his face moved! Not a twitch! Or a sniffle! A scratch! Nada!

How annoying was that?

"What?!" she finally exclaimed in anger, throwing her arms up. "Do I have something on my face? Are you reading my mind? Is your face stuck? Because, believe me, I can help! It works with my TV!...of course, I broke the TV, but that doesn't matter…"

"You broke the TV?" he asked, and he started to look like the Kurama she had met before. Restraining the urge to sigh with happiness, she remained silent.

"Well…yeah, but it only happened once! And I was trying to kill a fly!"

"What were you trying to kill it with, a hammer?" Kurama questioned incredulously.

"No!...my brother's bat," she confessed with embarrassment. "That's how it got locked in the closet."

"Uh…huh," Kurama replied slowly, shaking his head before continuing on a more sober note. "Mitsuyo"—

"Hey, you stopped calling me "Miss Kajima"," she broke in happily. "Thanks!"

He sighed. "Miss Kajima"—"No fair," she pouted—"we have discussed the situation with one another properly, and have come up with a solution to this problem."

"You're talking about the thing where a bad guy wants me to help destroy everything with powers that, if not controlled, will consume me completely and everyone will die, right?" Mitsuyo clarified.

Pausing, he asked hesitatingly, "You've thought a lot about this, haven't you?"

She shrugged, "Eh, what do you expect from an insane teen like me?

Once again, Kurama had to shake his head before he resumed. "During this week, you will strengthen your spiritual abilities enough to steer clear from Akio's eyes. In the morning, like we will be doing shortly, you and I will meditate. Then, Hiei will teach you the ways of alacrity, in his own way. I must warn you, the way he goes about things is a bit difficult to understand, but you must not say a word and keep at it."

For a reason unbeknownst to her, she started to sweat when he mentioned that.

"Then, after our evening meal"—

"You mean dinner," she simplified again.

—"yes, dinner," he sighed. "We will meditate again. After that, however, Genkai will test you on what you learned that day. The cycle will continue."

"The old lady's gonna teach me too?" she exclaimed angrily. "Nu-huh! No can do, she hates me enough as it is, I don't need to fail another test, I won't do it, I'd rather die, well not really, but I don't want to, is there anyone else that can do it, can't you teach me?" she was rambling, she knew it, but for God's sake Mitsuyo didn't like that hermit.

"No," he answered decisively, and she pouted. "Before we get even more distracted, I suggest we start now. The day's getting away from us." He straightened his posture, and—knowing she wouldn't be able to get away—Mitsuyo did the same. Inwardly, she sighed. She was never one to just sit and be "peaceful"… she preferred locking herself in her room, turning up the radio really loud and dancing like a dog with a bad case of fleas. Sure, her parents downstairs didn't prefer it, but they weren't the ones being forced to sit in one place at the moment. Hell, they couldn't do it, and they were more patient that her.

So what does that say about the outcome of this session, hmmm?

When Kurama closed his eyes, she made to follow—if only to avoid pissing him off, like she somehow managed to do before while she was sleeping (wow what a talent…)—but had to stop and admire his calm features. Man, wouldn't it be great to be as composed as him? After not moving for a few minutes, Mitsuyo took back that comment. Yeah, it's nice to look at, but it's so boring!

Still, she sighed again, this time out loud, and closed her eyes, relaxing her body as much as possible.

Kurama knew what she had been doing, despite the fact he had his eyes closed, and wanted to sigh as well. His latest oath to stay as detached as he could wasn't working out too well. He didn't even have to see her to feel that strange tug in his chest. He didn't have to touch her to be flooded with worry for her safety and well-being. He didn't need even need to be near her for her to invade his thoughts… all of which meant he was in too deep to try and fight it now.

But he would anyways.

If he didn't need for him to stay away, then she did. Because, in the end, Kurama knew she would fall. No matter how hard he struggled for hope to stay afloat, it always sunk. In the end…

No! he commanded sharply in his mind, and that was the end of that thought.

"To meditate properly," Kurama instructed calmly, not giving away the thoughts that invaded his mind beforehand, "try to clear your mind as best as possible. I know for one such as yourself it will be difficult at first, but it's like falling into a tranquil slumber. But please don't fall asleep, or I may believe you find my lessons boring and will ask Genkai to take over."

"No fair," Mitsuyo murmured quietly.

"Life's not fair," he returned just as softly. The hidden meaning was lost to her ears, and so she immediately did as she was told without query. "Now, to relax you a bit, I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer as detailed at you can."

.:End Of Flashback:.

.:AN:.

(1)—For those that are also Stargate SG-1 fans, you may recognize this line. If not, then completely forget I mentioned anything, for I'd rather not explain it and get blank faces...teehee.

Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, the name of those demons that attacked the gang in the last chapter are called "Soeki-ka" demons. The name is completely made up and probably doesn't make sense in the actual Japanese language, but the literal translation is "ka" means "mosquito" and "soeki" means "pest" in Japanese. The order I put those two "words" in is purely cause it seemed way cooler than the other way around. Or whatever. You know....yeah.

So? Whaddya think? Too much? I can change this chapter if you didn't really like it. I had a bit of writer's block, and this is what I managed to come up with. 51 pages, which isn't all that bad… I hope this makes up for my absence…Guh, I really don't like this chapter. I SWEAR the next one will be better, I do!

God, a week until Christmas—I don't think I'll make it!