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For: strawberryMIKO, LMFAOPIKAGIRL, moonlight468, wildflowerwall, ChaoticMethods2Madness, and farronewp
Yu Yu Hakusho
'A Maid Café?'
The unexpected sight had Kurama pausing as he took in the place before him, 'So this is the source of all the abnormalities.' He thought, preparing himself to go inside despite his reluctance to do so.
It was honestly a miracle that Koenma had not detected such a disturbance and it had been just a coincidence that Kurama himself was passing by the area.
And due to his cautious curiosity, he just had to check it out.
"You might have your work cut out for you," Youko's voice echoed in the back of his mind, "From what I can sense, there are at least two Gods in there."
'I may have to call for backup,' Kurama agreed, playing with his compact communicator that was stuffed in his pocket, 'I can sense a few normal humans in there as well,' The redhead halted in his step, feeling a shiver run down his spine, 'What... is that?'
He had never felt such purity before.
"No..." It was such an odd sensation to feel Youko tense inside him, "It can't be! This feeling... I thought they went extinct when the barriers between Ningenkai and Makai were formed!"
'You can't possibly mean...' Kurama steeled himself and finally stepped inside the café only to find himself completely unprepared for the chaotic scene in front of him.
"Remove your unworthy hands from my Priestess!"
"Become my Miko and we'll have millions of worshippers across Japan~!"
"Oi, take your freaky God/Kami roleplay somewhere else!"
"Kagome-san, are you okay!?"
"Brat, pull your shit together and get me some tea."
"Damn boys! Stop harassing Kagome-san!"
"Is Kagome-sama even including yuri in her harem?!"
'This is...' It took everything for Kurama to keep his normal cool composure as it usually was, though he could feel his green eyes widen slightly as a pretty teen girl in a maid uniform somehow managed to rip herself away from the group of rowdy customers just as the Kitsune inside him froze, 'Youko?'
"W-welcome, Master-sama," The maid greeted, looking ragged and absolutely overwhelmed as she attempted to keep a smile on her face, though it looked more of a grimace, "Would you like to take a seat?"
"KAGOME!"
Kurama furrowed his brows, hearing Youko practically howl the name with shock and disbelief, "I am sorry for the trouble since you already seem so busy," He bowed slightly and put a polite smile on his handsome face, "But I would like a seat."
Just how the hell did Youko know this girl?
"From five hundred years ago," Youko answered in a daze and it took Kurama off guard to hear the normally cold and cruel thief to talk like so, "She was a Miko that I stalked for a while and the only one I ever wanted to bed. But, one day, she suddenly disappeared and I was forced to move on to another conquest."
The avatar almost choked on air at the surprising confession, 'How is that possible?!' Kurama eyed the girl, seeing that she was probably only a year or two younger than himself, 'Are you sure you're not mistaken? Could she perhaps be a descendant?'
It was only then that he felt the glares on his person from the six males (only three of which were normal humans, though one seemed to be possessed by some sort of spirit) and the lone female.
"I hope you don't mind this table, Master-sama," The maid that Youko claimed to be named Kagome gestured towards a table that was in the middle of the room, "It's the only one left."
"It's her, not a descendant!" Youko stared hard through Kurama's body, "I could never mistake those eyes of hers! They are more tantalizing than any treasure that I have stolen in my lifetime!"
"Master-sama?" Kagome's expression seemed to grow wary and Kurama quickly broke out of his thoughts, "Is this table not to your liking?"
"No," Kurama answered smoothly, sending her a smile that would have most girls swooning, "It's perfect, Kagome."
Kagome nodded with a smile and it immediately grew forced once she realised something, "Master-sama," She took him in and Kurama wondered if she knew exactly what he was, "I haven't introduced myself yet. How do you know my name?"
How indeed.
