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The room was dark. Shadows seemed to leap out at uncertain times from the corner of his eyes but remained still whenever he looked towards them. There was a large bed on the other side of the room; he knew that from having been in the room multiple times before. The figure on the bed was the one he needed to see. A soft whisper of words he could catch alerted him to the waking figure as short choppy black hair was noticeable whenever the figure sat up from their place under the sheets on the bed. He stopped breathing, silently hoping that the being would go back to sleep if he remained motionless and quiet enough. Hopes were dashed when ster

Hiei cleared his throat, walking up to Kurama's front door, knocking lightly, "Can't believe I'm doing this. . ." Kurama looked up away from the book he was reading and stared at the door for a moment. Then put the book down and answered the door. "Hello?" Hiei shoot a glare at him, a blush spreading across his face, "Look down you jackass!" he snapped, clenching the box of sweets in his hand tightly, trembling with embarrassment. "Oh Hiei didn't see you there sorry!" when thruth be told Kurama knew Hiei was there. "Oh! What's this?" Kurama said while staring at the box of chocolates. Hiei looked away, shoving the box to Kurama, the blush s

*Ding Dong* "Hiei, may you please open the door for me? My hands are quite full right now." Kurama stated as he peaked out of his kitchen to order Hiei who was currently in the living room. An incoherent muttering emerged from the living room as Hiei stood up from the couch to answer the door. Apparently, Kurama  invited the gang to come over his place. He decided that it's been a while since they have seen each other so in order to make up for the time they have lost, he thought that they should at least hang out in his place. Besides, he had to admit that he had been missing a certain blue-haired girl. He wasn't sure when it exactly did h

 "Youko, get your ass back here!" You yelled chasing the silver haired demon down the stairs, your hair whipping around you. Your matching fox ears were flattened against your skull as you chased the fox thief. The male fox demon in question, laughed. "Come and get me (Name)!" The black haired bat demon of the team poked his head out from the kitchen as the two fox demons rushed by him. He quickly grabbed his hat to keep it from flying off. "I better save her, before she catches him." He grumbled to himself. Kuronue took off after you two and, thanks to his wings, he was able to catch up with you both. Kuronue grabbed you under your arms

Oh dear. Team Urameshi felt their stomach drop as they looked at the sight with freight. Well except for Yusuke and Kuwabara they gazed upon the sight of an adorable Empress (name) who apparently had drunk from the "cup of youth" that Koenma had accidentally mixed up with wine as a gift to the Empress for her birthday. "She's so cute!" Yusuke exclaimed as he bear hugged the small toddler Empress (name), causing the  empress to turn blue from lack of oxygen. "Yusuke, let her go. I don't think she can breath." "But she's so cute!" Yusuke said as he responded to Kurama as he started to tickle her sides, causing the small (name) to laugh a

"And with that this mission is very dangerous, but we need to get back this Pearl of souls. With the enemy can take over the spirit world and human world." "Yeah, yeah we heard you the first time." Yusuke says as flicks his ear wax in a random spot in Koemma's office, causing the baby to kick him in the face. "We should leave as possible there's no telling how far the thieves have gone." Kurama says as he watches Koenma and Yusuke fight as usual, Botan separates the two fighting boys. "Alright enough, time is of the essence so get moving Yusuke." "I'm on it like usual. Come on Kuwabara maybe we'll see Yukina on the way." Yusuke says ca

Hiei's eyes moved over to the white door that stood just a few feet in front of him. He had lost track of how long he had been leaning against this wall, waiting for that door to open. He shifted slightly and crossed his arms over his chest. "The doors still shut?" A male voice questioned. His old partner, Kurama, stood against the wall next to him and glanced over at the door. "You know she'll be okay. (Name) is strong." Hiei grunted. "I was ordered to wait here, that is all." Koenma had ordered the short demon to wait outside the room until further notice. The room was the infirmary, where the latest member of their band of misfits was be

Squeaks came from the floor, the friction between snickers and polished wooden flooring as Akito, makes for his basket, jumping out of the way of Ginata, and dribbling all the way to the basket. Other classmates shouting his name and cheering for him. He jumps, ball in hand, the whole world slowed down, he could see the basket. He was going to make it! The ball distanced itself from his hand and began to fall. Akito slammed it down into the basket, just as the buzzer for the end of the game went off. Cheers flew up into the air, his team came to pat him on the back, and give him there gratitude. The girls had even stopped their gymnastics les

Genkai curled into her meditation pose, the winter sun barely warming her wrinkled face, a bitter wind whistling unnoticed through the eaves of her temple. The powdery covering of snow lay gently over the earth, hushing all noise, making the forest bright and glistening as ivory, the color of the bare branches like paint over the tusks. Ice bent the giant trees, Atlas's curved back, boughs sagging under the weight. Despite living in a temple, Genkai was not a devout woman. She did service to the Gods as they required, keeping them from interfering too hotly with her lonely life, but there was no one religion she subscribed to; she knew that

Much as he missed his mother, Kurama quickly discovered he enjoyed the newfound freedom of his apartment much more. It was modest, anonymous on the outside and cozily furnished once entered—an elegant sofa, a television, cushy chairs and a large bed—and was indelibly marked with touches of Kurama, despite the aura of a hotel room that never quite left. Tucked into the twenty-third floor of one of the high-rises Tokyo sprouted like weeds, it was comfortable, though the smog and city stench of the buildings' respiration leaked in through the vents and the windows and assaulted Kurama's tender nose. Some nights he woke up delirious fro