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“Now, the reason why I say that is this.” Salem led the way to the laundry room right behind the living room. “My dad always told me about some secret place with the entrance being in the house around here. Apparently he was one of a branch of samurai in demon world. This house was something that they made together.” He thumped the left wall a few times until he hit hollow wood. “Got it.” He looked for an indent and broke through the seal on the door.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Hyouga said. “And you never knew of it?”
“I don’t really live here. I’m the last one in the sect, so to say. Great for keeping out of the way. A nice retreat. The location always never made sense since Dad didn’t like going to the beach. Then again, it’s probably why he didn’t like them in the first place.” They looked down a dark staircase “So who wants to go first?”
Hyouga swept her arm out. “After you, host.”
“Right. A good host would not lead his guests to a death trap.” He took the lead and they filed down the narrow wooden staircase. Once they got farther down, their eyes began to adjust to the darkness. The ground evened out and they looked around, seeing only walls. “Ah, wait.” He brushed against a wall, finding a light switch.
Two large rooms sat before them on either side of the basement, leaving a small hallway between the two. Around the corner they just emerged from, a large, open room met their gaze. “I found a few documents recently that led me to this. Says the walls are made in several layers, stone, brick, wood, and padding. The rooms in the back of us now are various use. Not sure what we kept down here, really.”
‘Think the big one will work for now,” Sha said and crossed her arms. “How do you figure we do this?”
“We know we can trust each other on our own teams. That’s a given,” Yusuke said. “So why don’t we rotate with each other in various exercises to see where we fall weak?”
“Sounds fair. So we just do an exercise and trade off?”
“Yeah, I’ll even pick to start us off. What do you say about trusting me first?”
“Alright. Then the rest of you pair off.” They watched Kitsu pair with Salem, Sukuna with Kurama, and Hyouga with Hiei. “And you pick our first trust exercise, detective.”
“Understanding your partner’s weapons. Not abilities, but the physical aspects. You can pretend to use your abilities, but not actually use them. See what we can do when working together.”
She nodded. “I like it. Form a new attack with your current partner. Discuss what you use, and see what advantages you can make.” They stepped away, each pair taking a corner of the “arena”. “Physically I use swords. A rapier.”
“Okay so close-quarters combat. Good. I use martial arts and street fighting, so we’re paired there.”
“What advantages do you think there are to it?”
“Depends how much grace you have. And if you can dance.”
She scoffed, trying to figure his motive. “Alright. I’ll bite. What do you have to suggest?”
“I’m guessing you’re light, given you have the ability to fly.”
“Yeah, not pushing much over here.”
“I suggest…” He thought for a moment. “Draw your sword and turn away from me, as if we’re being surrounded.
She did, keeping up their five pace distance. In doing so, she was able to see the others working out their own strategies. They had each picked well for the current lesson. “Now what?”
“Now we do a switch-off. I’ll duck down, and you roll over my back. I’ll throw up my shotgun blast as you do something with your sword.” He paused. “Wait, if you can do something with your sword.”
She laughed and nodded. “Yes, I can do something. That sounds plausible. I’ve done something similar before.” She sheathed her rapier. “Though for a move like that, you don’t want sword out.”
“True.”
She dipped down into stance. “So I retreat to you, you present your back, and I roll with your momentum as well as we switch targets?”
“You got it, detective.”
“Whenever you’re ready then.” She held her hand over her hilt, keeping her muscles taught.
“Now.”
She pivoted to the left, using that momentum to roll over his shoulder as he turned. Through the turn, she drew her sword an inch. Once one foot was set back on the ground she turned and pretended to draw the sword, wanting to make sure Yusuke would not be in the way. Luckily enough, he wasn’t. She grinned. “Bravo.” She stood and secured the sword again. “You and I make great allies on the field it seems.”
“You also seem a little calmer today. Your energy is a little steadier. Whatever you’re doing, keep it up.”
She gave a light laugh. “Shall we try again, this time actually drawing the sword?” She wouldn’t bite, no matter who tried to gain information. It was her job to know all the tactics. She knew what to look for.
“Sure.” They evened their paces again and dropped into their stances. She was once again able to check on the others to see their progress. Each of them were working together, forming some sort of physical attack, or defense in Sukuna and Kurama’s team. She gave a momentary proud hum and heard Yusuke’s signal.

Yusuke looked over who was left to pair off. “Your partners are pretty equal to you, from what I can feel. So, with this last one, try to sync energies to combine powers.”
Yusuke and Sukuna went to one corner and sat opposite of one another. Kitsu and Kurama, Hyouga and Salem, and Sha and Hiei went to the last corners to do the same.
She gave no mood shift as they sat, keeping everything professional. “We’ll need a common base. Have you done something like this before?”
He nodded, keeping everything business as well. “A few times. I know the basics. It takes contact of any sort, though fastest is through direct skin.”
“At least you have. The concept seems easy enough.”
“You have to be on the same emotional wavelength as the one you are connecting with.”
“Therein lies my problem.” She slouched a bit. “I can get very lost in battle without another source of getting rid of my bloodlust. I haven’t had a source in many decades, so you can guess how hard it is to connect with my lost mind on the battlefield.”
He held up his hand. “We’re not in the middle of battle now. See what you can do. I’ll walk you through it.”
She nodded and touched her palm to his.
“Now, envelope yourself in your energy. Build it up.” He watched a deep red mist start to crackle around her as he let his black mist escape. “If we build it up, the easier the connection becomes.”
She felt a slip against her mist. “What was that?”
“The mists are looking for a place to merge. Think of a weak spot in our palms.”
She did as asked and urged the mist to swirl in that direction. All at once there was a slither up her arm and over her body. Just as fast, it was gone, but there was something else in her mist. A very subtle shift in change overlapping hers.
‘”I rely on my dragon when I fight as my last resort, my most powerful. I know you use fire as a subspell. What if your fire imbued my own?’
“It might work.”
He used his free hand and held it up, creating a small pyre of black flames. She barely touched this tips of his fingers, sending a rush of her deep red swirling around his black. He grinned. “I think this means we work well together?”
“Something already told me we did.”
He vaguely noticed their last two fingers had fallen together. He didn’t care. His body was blocking them from view in their corner, as was his dark mist of crackling energy. He kept his voice low. “Since I have you here, and all I hear from their talk is echoing mumbles, I think we should talk.”
“About….?” He nodded to their joined hands. “Oh, I guess there’s that.” She caught his eyes. “We can be comfortable around each other during this. Doesn’t mean we have to get attached. Not what I want.”
“Not what I want either. And I’m not generally comfortable about other people.”
She gestured to their mist. “You’re working well here. Though we’ll see on the field.”
“So what does this make what we’re doing?”
“If that means you want to keep it going while I’m here, we’re having fun. If we really need to label it, we’re both indulging our pent up bloodlust on each other. In the process we’re helping our focus. I’m doing it because you’re actually touching me without flinching, so I’m taking the opportunity while I can. And I know you’re doing it as a rebound.”
“Not to put it in so harsh of terms, but I suppose so, yes.”
She scoffed. “I’m okay with it. I don’t need a relationship. I just need sex and the other fun things a relationship has. For while I can get it.”
“I’m not big on affection in front of people. I’m not big on it at all, really. Alone though, I can try something.”
She laughed. “Don’t overthink it. Just enjoy it while it lasts.”
“You make it sound like an affair, running about in secret.”
She winked and began to retract her energy. “The secret is what makes it fun.” She stood up and addressed the arena room. “Head off to bed once you’ve combined your energies. Salem, I’ll get the dishes.”
He held up his thumb as Hyouga turned it to ice on accident. She clapped her hands over her mouth. Salem did a double take and began to spaz a little.
Sha shook her head and took to the stairs that would bring her back up into the house. Before they had gone down, they had gone around the whole home, drawing all the shades so the light would not penetrate the darkness outside. The portal had been a good distance off, almost a full day of travel, but they weren’t sure if they had dragged anything back with them or not. It was best to play it safe.
And dishes were for sure playing it safe.
She allowed herself to get lost in cleaning them off for the morning. She already knew they’d need something in the morning before they went back in. She vaguely heard the others coming up through the laundry room and leaving directly to their rooms. A few more doors closed, and then all was still.
She had about three more dishes and a pan left to go. She wiped at her forehead, but stopped as she heard the laundry room door open again. She looked through the dividing wall, but saw no one. She frowned and turned back to the sink, almost running into someone and dropping her plate. Her heart gave a start “You’re not funny.”
“I took a look around the other rooms while they worked,” Hiei said. “A few of them had gear down there. Weapons.”
“Of course you find the samurai swords.” She turned back to the sink. “Anything else interesting?”
“Just dust and relics.” He shrugged as she kept going with the dishes. “They didn’t seem to notice I had stayed behind. I take it they all went to bed.”
She nodded, placing her last plate in the drying rack and picking up the pan. “About ten minutes ago, so there’s a twenty minute window to wait for.”
“Or.”
She frowned and paused in scrubbing the pan. She felt hands on her hips and a pelvis press against hers. She let out a breath.
“Or we go downstairs and break it in as it should be broken in.” He reached over her and turned the water off. “That can wait.”
“Really know how to give a girl choices.” She smirked and reached for a towel. “Go and get fucked, or go and get fucked. Sounds reasonable.”
“Sounds good to me.” He turned her around and pressed her to the counter. “You said it yourself; it will help with our focus. Demons have to let it out some way, and those like us finding ourselves in peace, if this is how we focus, so be it. At least you’re a willing partner. Many shy away from what turns us on.” He kissed her, making her moan.
She tilted her head as he continued his assault with his lips, ending up on her neck. “They don’t have enough ferocity in them. They have forgotten their warrior’s spirit.” She gasped as he teased her skin. “So downstairs you were saying?”
He nodded and hummed an approval against her skin as his teeth kept him rooted, bruising her flesh. He backed off and took her arm. “There was one thing I noticed about the rooms I went into.”
“What’s that?”
“They were all padded.”
She grinned as they ducked into the small laundry room and he went down the stairs before her. “Good. Don’t have to worry about bruising as much.”
“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?”
“True.” She followed him downstairs, seeing they left the lights on. Out of curiosity, as he slipped down the hallway of doors, she rounded the corner, seeing just how large the arena area was with no one else in there. The center mat took up 70% of the room itself. Great for swordplay.
He came out of the hallway. “Thought you were following me.”
“I was, until I saw potential. This place is actually pretty wonderful, if you stop to think of it. A samurai sect’s hideaway, impenetrable from the outside. All it needs is a kitchen and barracks and it’s a literal fortress.”
“Actually-“
“No way. There’s literally a kitchen and barracks like an underground fortress?”
“It needs to be replenished, but yes. It looks like it was built to also be a shelter of some sort. I believe the house was built on top of it a few hundred years later. It isn’t that old.” He shook his head. “Are we talking about useless architecture or are we making use of the space?”
“Making use of the space.” She drew her rapier on him in a spin, keeping it right at his nose. “We’re both sober. Tired, yes, but sober. We both know how to fight through exhaustion.”
He let out an amused sigh. “I suppose the ground is better in here, anyway.”
“There you go.” She stepped back onto the center mat, instantly feeling the surface that would absorb most of their impacts. Not all, though. “Draw,” she smirked, “and we’ll see who’s on top next time.”
He chuckled and shrugged off his jacket. “Doesn’t sound like I have much to lose.” He met her blade in the center of the mat. “If you can subdue me, that is.”
She arched a brow. “You have no idea. I may be a runt, yes, but against you, I think I can hold my own.” She taped his blade. “On three.”
“One.”
“Two.”
They both vanished and reappeared, blocking the other’s strike. They switched between offensive and defensive, each attempting to break through the other’s guard. The clashing of steel echoed off the walls as they caught each other’s blades. They stalked in a closing circle, the blades singing as they overlapped, locking into the hilts.
“Come now. Is this all you can do?”
“Was about to ask you the same.” He smirked. “I thought you knew your way around swords.”
“Not just swords.”
Before he could ask she drew her leg up and kicked him away, forcing him to regain his balance. While he did, he threw his sword up to catch a downward swing aimed for him. He tossed off her momentum and dodged out of the way, bringing his sword back up again.
She pulled back and held her sword up, keeping her stance fluidly solid, ready to shift at any moment. She made a window through her arms and her sword how she held it, watching over her arm carefully at him as he took the chance to correct his stance.
He stood back. “Out of morbid curiosity, indulge me in something.” He kept his sword trained on her.
“What is it?”
“How many matches have we had now?”
“I’d count this as two, since the other night didn’t count.”
“I suppose not.” He continued his stall, analyzing her stance to see all the potential ways she could strike. “I’m only curious as to why we’d take this time to let out our bloodlust in battle instead of behind doors.”
She grinned at him, though he’d only see the vaguest hints how she held her arms. “We seem to both be masochists in some way.” She tilted her head. She hadn’t been just standing still. When she had backed off she had immediately took to gauging her options. She lowered her arms, not surprised to see him thrown off a bit. She kept her sword to the side. “Due to our relationships with our swords, I don’t believe steel is the best option for us.”
“What do you propose?” He lowered his sword as well. “Sparring?”
She nodded and sheathed her sword before removing it from her belt. “I think we’d still be able to keep on the mission with a few bruises over severed limbs.”
He knew she spoke the truth. The others mostly relied on their powers. The two of them lived through their swords. Anything that could draw blood for them was true enough not a fantastic idea at that moment in time. At least nothing sharper that nails or teeth. If it came to that. Bites and cuts were easy enough to walk away from. Severed limbs were a little more temporary. Well, usually. He chanced a glance to his left arm, seeing the nasty thin scar still left behind. He copied her and they both dropped their swords on the opposite sides of the arena, out of reach and temptation.
They met back in the center, both taking an opening stance. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to keep fighting her. It had been a long time since anyone had challenged him. And even longer since he had felt the need to slake off his bloodlust had raged in his veins as loud as it was then. It was such a sweet sound, one that he had felt he long forgot. The thrill of battle, of a worthy opponent. To be able to let loose and not have to worry about pulling his punches. He knew she was light, but was by no means frail. Just how she held up against his sword spoke of her strength. He had felt it when he had felt her quake under him. He almost felt a fear creep through of ever meeting any of full blood.
Then again, she was a Lord’s daughter, runt and cast-off or not. His blood was still hers. It would make sense on how, even as a runt, she still had potential to do damage.
She swung first with her right and he used his own to block her attack and immediately put his other arm up to block a swing from her left. He pushed that arm down and block another swing aimed for his jaw with her right. He brought his arm up in a feint and swung at her jaw. She was thrown off balance as she spun out of the way.
However, she continued the swing with first her left fist and then quickly her right. He ducked both.
She used her left as she pulled back to block another attack. She twirled her hand around his arm and knocked it away, immediately bringing up her right arm to show his back. She thrust her fist towards the back of his head, but he ducked out of the way, turning back to face her, hauling his fist with his momentum. She ducked out of the way and brought her foot up, tossing him aside and throwing her right fist. She was thrown for a moment as he caught her arm with both hands.
He turned the tables as he kicked her away in same, sending her back a bit. She came right back, fists raised. She swung right, which he stepped back from, and swung left as he repeated the move. He expected her to continue the pattern and went to just step aside, when her fist came in as an uppercut. He pulled back just in time to still fall back onto the mat off-balance. She dropped and pinned him down.
They both used the time to realize how heavy they had been breathing. They were both showing a sheen of sweat from what skin was exposed.
He frowned. “How fast were we going?”
She needed a moment before she could speak. “That felt like… minutes. Not seconds. Slow motion.”
He nodded, feeling a weak point in her hold. He wanted to see where she would take it. Everything beyond the last few days felt like a distant memory, like it never even happened. At least when they were alone. She made forgetting easier. He’d get as much out of it as he could. “Would it be terrible if we ran into each other in the city?”
She hummed in amusement. “Not entirely terrible, no. We may have some catching up to do at that point.” She leaned up on his chest. “How about this? If we just so happen to… need someone to talk to or fight or something, we stay in contact. Are you in?”
It wasn’t a terrible idea. A reliable source for a release was a lot safer than his life of turning humans in a 180 degree motion and going to bed to do the same thing again. He couldn’t find many negatives to outweigh the possibilities that came to mind.
They both froze as they heard the door upstairs open. “I thought they all went to sleep,” she muttered.
“You’re sure it won’t travel?” a female voice said.
“With how many layers are in the walls, there’s no way anything is getting through.”
They pinpointed them as Salem and Hyouga. Sha sighed. “Guess not.” She got off of him and they both went to collect their swords. She took the opportunity to stand in the entry, legs spread and hands held behind her back, shoulders squared. She waited until they turned down the hallway in front of her. Then, she cleared her throat.
They both jumped apart and around, stammering excuses.
Sha clicked her tongue. “Hell guys, who do you think I am, your mother?” She gave them a shooing motion. “By all means. Go have the sex.”
Salem crossed his arms. “Well it’ll be hard now.”
“We’re leaving anyway. Just wanted to do one last brawl.”
He looked at her as she held her rapier to her shoulder.
“Don’t stay up too late, use protection, yadda yadda.” She brushed them off with her hand that dangled from the sheath. “Make sure it doesn’t interfere in work, all that jazz.” She stalked off. “Enjoy yourselves.”
Salem scoffed as Hiei stood next to him. “Strange to say, she’s starting to seem like she’s mellowing out. Yusuke said her aura is crazy steady compared to when she first got here.”
“How so?”
“At first it was full of apprehension and rage. Now, the power that once fueled that rage is shifting to something else. It’s still here, and won’t be going anywhere, but it isn’t rage. He said it felt more feral than anything, for a better term for it.” He stretched. “Ah, but I’m sure you don’t care about it.”
“Of course not.” He put his jacket back on and took to the corner to the stairs.
Hyouga whistled once the door closed upstairs. “You weren’t kidding about the cuts. And you said worse under the shirt?”
Salem nodded. “I just hope they don’t kill each other with what they seem to have built up.”

Hiei tried going to his room, but paused with his hand to the door. Without a thought, he turned around and opened her door. He was thrown off by seeing her bare above the waist, dabbing at her skin with a towel. He kept steady, but the sight didn’t help his state of mind. He stood in the doorway, trying to think of what to say.
She looked at him, her gaze traveling up his body, seeing it rigid with tension, unresolved and growing. She gave him the hint of a tempting smile. “The choice is yours. Are you in, or out?”
He thought for only a second more. His posture shifted like a weight had been taken from him. He stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him. “I’m in.”
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