Oh lord so I feel really bad for taking so long to post guys. Let me explain everything. To start with my computer crashed. So I had to go get a new computer and set my internet back up. Now I am currently still trying to get back on track because I didn't have a backup for my plot for this story. Which means currently I'm winging it. I remember specific chapters that I wanted to write but not there order. So just hold in a little longer and I'll get back on track promise.

Death101- Fox Version – That's because she is crabby. But you'll see why soon enough :3

poetsheart – Thank you so much, I'm glad to hear its unique. This is my first real STORY so I'm trying to keep it original as possible. ^.^

Disclaimer - I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters, that is the property of Sir Yoshihiro Togashi. Tora, Jiro, Tobsha, and Shaga are all my characters. They are all my creations, no stealing!

The blood was boiling in her blood; somehow this girl that she'd never met before in her entire life knew her connection to Jiro. Not just a slight inkling either. By the way she addressed her it was obvious to Tora she knew more than she was leading on. Which in turn meant Youko probably did as well and he'd been playing stupid with her this whole time. A low growl rumbled deep in her throat at the thought. He'd been yanking her around since day one. When he'd questioned her he'd probably already known about Jiro. She could feel warm tears building up in her eyes; she couldn't do this not now. Of all things for her to cry about she was going to cry over a stupid fox who liked to play mind games. Standing outside the door she couldn't bring herself to knock. All the anger had rushed out of her and all that was left was sorrow. Tora had grown fond of the fox over the last few weeks and the thought of his betrayal struck deep in her heart. She was so gone in her own mind that the faint sound of footsteps behind her didn't register once. A warm dark hand rested lightly on her shoulder before turning her around. Shaga was worried; it was etched precisely across her face. The furrow of her brows made her feel that much worse but she just shook it off.

"If you're looking for Youko he isn't in there. Come on."

The gentle touch of Shaga's hand around her wrist was a sort of comfort she didn't understand. The simple touch should have been just that, but this girl had such a strong motherly quality about her. Tora wasn't stupid; she could see her friend dying to know what was wrong with her. In fact she was surprised she hadn't already asked. Maybe she was in on it too. The thought made her stop dead in her tracks, the abrupt movement confusing the young fire apparition.

"Do you know what I am?" Her tone was so soft she barley heard herself, but luckily Shaga was all ears right now.

"You're a female demon thief. What else is there to know?"

"So you don't know about my past? About-"

A soft finger pressed to her lips silencing the spew of words about to be released. She didn't understand any of this. Tora wanted to understand Shaga; she wanted to know why exactly she cared so much. The warm smile made her tears stop almost instantly. "All I know is your name is Tora and what breed you are. And honestly if that's all you want me to know I won't stress. Everyone has their reasons right?"

Tora's eyes shifted to the floor before nodding her head lightly. The pressure on her wrist increased for a split second before returning to its previous state. They were walking down the hall once again the silence around them creating a tension so great it seemed to smother the two. Thankfully they came to a door that Shaga didn't even pause at; pushing it open it revealed a rather simple room. It looked like a large dining hall without the table. It seemed there was every type of demon in all of the Makai in that room. But standing at the very back of the room stood the very fox she'd been seeking out earlier. Without even glancing up he ushered them over with the wave of a hand. At least they wouldn't have to stand near the pig faced demon.

This obviously wasn't the place or time to be questioning Youko so instead she sat neatly next to Shaga who seemed as oblivious as she was angry. If there was one thing the young cat had learned in the last few weeks it's that if Shaga's angry it's for a good reason. The girl seems to live by high standards created for herself that she'll never understand.

"Everyone quite down," Youko's booming voice echoed through the hall, silencing every last hushed whisper. "Now that I have your attention you all know that Kurone, as well as myself, have been planning our next heist. I'll be coming up to certain members individually at a later time to discuss if you are or aren't going."

Glancing among the demons, Youko was glad to see that everyone's attention was placed directly on him for three reasons. The first being that he loved the attention, second he wouldn't have to repeat himself, and third they were no longer staring at the girls sitting directly behind him. Kurone wasn't happy just as Shaga wasn't but for different reasons. The bat was aware of why Youko started addressing the heist so quickly and it wasn't because they were prepared. He'd become anxious sitting up in the hideout of the last month. He knew that he felt it to; he just wished he'd be more cautious.

"Deep with in the heart of Gendar there is a shrine built to protect the Naginata of the Oni Megami. The staff itself is a deep ebony with jade carved into it. Words are etched into the blade of the weapon that leads to another hidden treasure. We will be leaving for Gendar in three days in the early morning. If you are addressed privately make sure you are in this room before the sun rises. If not, you will be left and possibly executed for not upholding your duties."

There were a few scattered words across the room before it went back into an up roar. From where she was sitting it didn't look like Youko was going to talk to anyone, let alone inform them if they were going or not. He just glared at a certain spot on the wall, she was sure it would spontaneously combust any moment now. Tora glanced up at her friend noticing a look that seemed as if she were analyzing something, and then she spoke.

"You know, I've been here a while and I've seen how this place changes. But ever since Yomi disappeared it's become extremely strict."

Tora was very well aware of Yomi; Shaga had been nice enough to inform her of the demon earlier during her stay. Apparently he was reckless and put the entire gang in danger, in her own opinion he had to have been disposed of. What else could explain his sudden disappearance? She let herself slip into those thoughts not even noticing as the fox slunk around the room to a select few people. This mission was going to have as little baggage as necessary and that meant only the best men in his gang. No exception. The few that were approached all seemed grateful to be allowed to tag along on the raid. That's all they'd been doing anyways, tagging along. Most of the time he and Kurone did all the work, leaving the others to die helplessly on their own. They aren't friends their tools. He'd forever seen them that way and saw no reason to change that now.

He glanced around the room himself, taking in the appearance of all the different demons that occupied this threshold. To the untrained eye it would seem as if every species of demon could be located in this room. But he knew that no matter how different they were they all had the same goal in the end, to get a rush. Off to the side he saw Kurone talking to the two girls who seemed to be listening happily. If it weren't for all the noise in the hall he would be able to hear what they were talking about. Whatever it was it was funny because he could see a light smile spread across Tora's face. He found himself smirking as he watched her. When she laughed she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her mid section. A some what goofy grin was always plastered to her face for quite sometime after she'd calmed down from the laughing fit.

Shaking his head he walked down the hallway towards his office, it seemed he spent most of his time in there lately. But with things that need to be planned there was no better place. He was still not sure about Tobsha, the fact that she was alive was hanging over him like a dark veil. She should not have survived, everyone knew that. But then again maybe she did just get lucky. Youko shook that thought from his head instantly, no one was that lucky. Well no one but him that was. But that was common knowledge that didn't need to be thrown around anymore than necessary. He fell back into his chair before glancing around his clean office. Well currently clean.

Hours after everyone had met in the conference hall Tora found herself walking down a very familiar corridor, to an equally familiar room. Youko had called for her and she couldn't help but feel anxious. She was hoping it had something to do with the mission; she wanted nothing more than to go on this mission with the others and prove just how important she could be to them. The only other time she could remember feeling this nervous outside the door to the office was her first day here. Compared to that this should be simple. Tora let out a soft breath before pushing the doors open to find Youko glaring at a map, similarly to the wall he'd glared at earlier.

"Does this have to do with the mission?"

Her voice was meeker than she'd have liked but at least the question was out. She watched him, studied him better as his head lightly moved up and down. She could feel her heart violently beating inside her chest against her ribs. A feeling she'd become used to when she was around Youko. It wasn't just because of how dangerous he was or how good looking either, he was just so unpredictable she was never sure what he was going to come up with next. Tora's tail wagged back and forth lightly in anticipation, this is what she'd been waiting for. The whole time she'd agreed to join it was for this moment. Though now she wasn't sure if she would run or not. Even though she'd never admit it to him, she'd become fond of the arguments she and Youko shared daily. It was almost like her new little ritual, and she didn't want to break this habit.

"You're not going."