Chapter Two:

Author's note: I know this one is pretty short. Sorry but I have been having serious writer's block with this story for a long time.

Chapter Three:

When the door final shut, Kurama's breath entered his lungs. He slammed himself hard against the wall to reinforce its presence.

"this-…"

That's when he saw his hands. Bring them closer to his face, he could see the tremors. His anger rose. Karasu shouldn't be able to still have this power of him. He clenched his hands, punishing his weakness. He sat in silence as memories of the past flooded his mind.

"Kurama?"

Shoiri opened the door a little further, having seen the strange car pull from their driveway. He stood quickly; she didn't need to know anything about the visit.

"I'm here."

He steadied his voice as he walked to the kitchen. She was dressed in a simple blue dress that high lighted her black hair. He easily put on a smile, pushing everything that had happened away. Very few would be able to see any pain but even few took the time to look, especially looking beyond skin at him.

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Hiei looked through the window. He balled his fist coating them with fresh blood from his nails. It took everything in his power to stay outside Kurama's home.

"Damn him,"

He cursed as he slipped from his tree branch in the yard.

The assignment was becoming complicated now. He couldn't be seen too close to the young mafia heir until Saturday. He slipped between the shadows from the streetlamps as he walked away the front of the house. With a regretful glance to the front window, he continued walking down the street.

"Fuck."

He cursed under his breath as he began to rub his hands together. Trying to stop the bleeding that was starting to trail behind him. He had parked his corvette down the street; he pulled away from the curb a few minutes later with a screech. His nails now cut into the steering wheel.

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Kurama glanced at the clock on the dinning room wall. Shoiri followed his gaze, she smiled lightly.

"He is only running a few minutes late, give him time dear."

"Of course."

Kurama returned a smile to her. It hurt him to lie to her about so much but he needed to protect her. He watched as her hands trembled with weakness as she used the knife. He gently took the utensil from her.

"Did you go to the doctor today?"

He began to cut the Raspberry cheesecake that was he 'gift'.

"I wasn't able to get an appointment."

He looked up at her dark eyes.

"Shoiri, please you need to start taking better care of yourself. If your strength keeps failing like this…"

He couldn't continue, instead focusing on the task of putting pieces on plates.

"I'm fine dear. I'll be seeing him next Monday. You need to start focusing on yourself too. How is that young man and you?"

"What?"

Shoiri started laughing as she accepted the plate from the red head.

"I know how you look at him sweetie. A blind man could see how you are feeling right now."

He sat next to her, trying hard to resist looking at the clock. Although he knew that the time was only five minutes from when he had last looked.

"…I just-I don't feel anything…"

"Yes you do."

Kurama starred up to her. He eyes starred at hers before looking past her to the hallway, Karasu suddenly flashed through his mind. His stomach dropped in fear.

"Do…others see this?"

"What dear?"

He jumped from his chair startling Shoiri. He ran to his phone, pressing the redial button. The phone took a few minutes before going to Hiei's voicemail.

"Shit…"

"Kurama what is wrong?"

He turned to the worried 'mother' behind him, she was clutching her hand to her chest tightly in fear.

"I'm not sure yet. Why don't you go rest for a little while, I'm going to check on something."

Grabbing his jacket he started to the door.

"Kurama, this doesn't have to do with your father, does it?"

He turned back to her.

"Why?"

"He called here. Yesterday, I didn't realize it was him until I answered. I'm sorry."

"No, no please its fine. I'm not sure what is wrong. I'll be back soon. Please go rest."

He left through the door.

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Karasu waited by his hiding spot across the street as he watched the figure leaving the house. He flipped his phone open, automatically dialing the intended person. Karasu slipped from the shadows towards his car.

"Yes."

"He is leaving."

"Good, bring the other in."

"By any means?"

Karasu asked eagerly although his voice revealed nothing. Mizuki knew the other man too well to not realize what the question meant. He knew his tone if it wasn't there.

"No. I want him to arrive relatively unharmed. He needs to see, hear, speak and feel everything when you come in."

"Understood."

Karasu flipped the phone shut as he stepped into his blue Lexus. He peeled from his curb to pursue his prey.

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The head of the Yoko family gently laid the receiver back into its proper place when he heard the first syllables to Karasu's reply. His obedient pet would never disobey him so the respond were meaningless words. He sipped his drink, his eyes roaming over the stillness of the room.

'Not much longer, now.'

He looked to the diamond embedded watch. His wayward son would return to his place next to him.