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The storm continued to rage outside all about Makai making
it prompt Suzuka to hurry to his open window to work on closing it so
that his
papers on his desk would stop escaping through the rough winds blowing
about.
His arms frantically overlapped over the papers that were about to
retreat from
him before he managed to grab the window and latch it shut. Suzuka
released a
sigh of relief as he tried to put things back on his desk that he had
managed to
save from the horrible storm. Shishiwakamaru remained close by in the
main room
where Suzuka’s belongings were as he looked awkwardly up at the ceiling
as if
to pretend he didn’t see the narcissi’s blunder.

“Dammit,” he hissed as he shook one of the damp
papers in
his hand that was soaking wet from the torrential rain. “That storm
pretty much
came out of nowhere.”

Shishi shifted his attention back down to the
annoyed Suzuka
as he shook his head from side to side, scoffing at his actions. “For
someone
who is supposedly intelligent, you sure make a lot of boneheaded
mistakes.”

“Hey!” Suzuka growled as he looked over his
shoulder at his
partner while holding his messy papers in his hands. “I am an expert on
weapons
and potions to deal blows to enemies or to enhance someone’s strength!
I am not
a weather demon!”

As Suzuka worked on drying out his messy papers he
had on
his desk in front of the window, a tapping sound echoed throughout the
room
catching both demon’s attention. Both turned their focus on the window
that
Suzuka had previously locked to see the cockatiel back at the window,
wanting
in with an eager chirp.

“That bird is back again,” Shishi responded
unenthusiastically.

“Don’t just stand there, Shishi, open the window
for
Coo-coo!” Suzuka ordered as he kept his papers anchored down on his
bed. He had
been working on weapon designs for what felt like an eternity and he
was sick
of his progress being deterred. He couldn’t afford more rain worsening
the
already smudged ink on the papers he now held.

Shishiwakamaru merely scoffed at Suzuka as he
walked over to
the locked window to allow the bird inside. The rough wind blew harshly
inside
of the room, almost forcing Shishi off of his feet as he managed to
close the
window and lock it once the creature made it inside. His lavender hair
now
soaking wet and tossed all about, Shishi only felt like standing there
as he
eyed the bird in disdain for now making his hair he took pride in to be
a
complete mess. He didn’t care for human birds so it was a no wonder
that he
treated the poor creature’s presents with such distaste. Throwing his
tied back
hair over his shoulder, the demon worked on ringing it out before
eyeing the
window once more that was threatening to blow open any minute now.
“That storm
doesn’t seem natural to me,” Shishiwakamaru muttered almost inaudibly.

Suzuka looked back out the window where he could
see the
rain tapping furiously upon the tough glass as well as hear the wind
howling just
outside of his small home upon catching his partner’s silent words.
Humming in
thought, he cocked a brow at the strange weather before extending his
hand to
the damp bird that just barely made it in the storm. “You are
right…something
about it doesn’t seem normal to me. It’s almost swarming in demonic
energy.”

The cockatiel quickly fluttered over to Suzuka’s
outstretched hand as he perched there in between his thumb and index
finger.
His feathers puffed up, the bird shook his dampened wings and body to
remove
the rain droplets form them that had mated onto his form. The beak
gripped
firmly onto the letter Nari had written, refusing to release it unless
to
Suzuka who currently held him. Coo-coo’s dampened talons gripped as
tightly as
they could onto the demon’s thick skin as he continued to shake the
water out
of his feathered body with a low tweet.

“I see you have another letter for me,” Suzuka
remarked to
the bird, bringing him closer so he could retrieve it. “I have to say,
that
woman sure does write fast.”

The house pet that had tried surviving out in the
wild of
Makai looked at the demon with his deep brown eyes before dropping the
letter
in Suzuka’s opened hand. Lifting his wings, the bird flapped out of the
demon’s
hand and made it onto his desk there at the locked window. The storm
interested
the bird as he stood near the windowsill with his topknot erected.

Shishi moved out of the way of the flying bird as
he made
his way over towards Suzuka who was now sitting at the foot of his bed.
“What
does it say?” He asked out of curiosity as Suzuka continued to eye the
letter
before him.

“Well,” Suzuka sighed running through the letter,
“to sum it
up, she wants to know potions or plants that are odorless and can be
used to
either kill a powerful demon or knock them out for periods of time.”

“There are so many of those here,” Shishiwakamaru
pointed
out as he turned his back to Suzuka to grab something to drink in the
kitchen
that was in the opposite room. His sandals tapped against the wooden
floorboards as he made it to the kitchen to get water for the time
being.

“At least she summed it down. The last letter was
way too
broad in topic,” Suzuka criticized as he worked on organizing his
papers that
he had on his bed. “Now to get this mess together no thanks to the
storm.” The
blond haired demon could only groan at the messy papers that now had
ink
dribbles all over it no thanks to the rain. If anything, he knew it was
going
to be a long night to try and rework his papers.

The lightening forked in the gray clouded sky
followed by a
loud thunder roll. The wind was fierce and blowing through the trees,
breaking
some in its path as it continued about Makai. The slaves in the barn
near Yoko
Kurama’s new castle flinched from the storm, wishing they could find a
way to
close the barred windows. The rain was cold to their bare skin as they
lied
there within the hay filled stalls they were forced to remain within.
The
Australian woman that was Nari’s neighbor couldn’t help but flinch at
the sound
coming from outside of the barn seeing as she wasn’t a fan of big
storms either
and this one threatened to transform into a hurricane if need be.

“This storm is getting worse by the minute,” Sally
exclaimed
best she could over the roaring wind. “Why are our masters letting us
sit in
here!”

Felix in the stall diagonal to Sally looked
through the door
bars that kept him from escaping as he watched the storm closely from
where he
was kneeling. “Why should they care?” He wondered aloud, his hair
getting blown
about a bit. “They are slowly killing us as is.”

Okuro remained in the stall he was left within
without his
mother as he pinned his ears back to try and block out the horrible
sound
occurring outside. It was beaten into his mind that if he ever whined
or cried
that his mother or him would be punished so the mix dared not make a
sound as
he remained there upon the dampened straw. His coal black tail fluffed
up as he
brought it close to his side to try and get warm. That
sound is loud…where did they take my mommy now…? Sighing
sorrowfully at being alone in the stall, Okuro’s ears remained there
against
his head as he closed his eyes hoping that the horrible noise would
disappear.

Nari remained within Yoko Kurama’s room as the
demon seemed
to sit there thinking in his chair still. The storm that had worsened
over the
hours caught his attention from time to time as he eyed the windows
there in
his bedroom to keep a cautious eye upon it. His silver ears shifted
over to the
glass that allowed him a peek into the outside world from time to time
to show
even if he wasn’t watching the storm, he was listening to it.

The young Nari looked out the window on occasion
to keep an
eye on the storm as well, wishing she could go back to the barn to
comfort her
son she feared for. Her fingers running through her ratty hair, she
sniffled
back her sinuses wondering why her master was so content to just keep
her
inside at the moment. Normally he would
have me stand outside to freeze in that downpour, she thought as
she kept
her eyes locked on the windows just to her left a few feet away. Considering what Yomi just told him, I don’t
know why he doesn’t consider it.

Suddenly the clock in the room chimed the hour,
catching the
wandering ears of the fox demon as they folded back to listen to the
deep
ringing of the clock there upon the wall. His golden eyes gazed over
his
shoulder as Yoko Kurama made sure it was truly the hour he was eagerly
awaiting. “I guess time really does fly,” he seemed to mutter to
himself as he
got to his feet with the chain in his hand. “Come here, runt.”

Scrambling to her feet, Nari headed over to the
bed where
Yoko Kurama ended up stopping at. She watched from where she stood in
her naked
form as the demon wrapped the chain up tightly there on the bedpost
before
turning to face her with his finger pointed at her as if to scold her.

“You are to stay put and not to move an inch,”
Yoko Kurama ordered
as his hard eyes narrowed at her to freeze her into place. “If you so
much as
try to escape like you have done, I will make you regret it like the
times
before.” When Nari threatened to look away from the demon in shame, he
quickly
grabbed onto her chin to force her to look back at him as his thumb
nail raked
across a scar on the side of her face she had gained thanks to one of
his
punishments with his plants.

Feeling his finger trace the scar as a reminder,
Nari knew
she couldn’t glare at Yoko Kurama unless she wanted him to go ahead and
beat
her for her attitude. To keep herself from doing so, she slowly closed
her eyes
to try and keep her resentment to him under control.

Yoko Kurama merely scoffed at her as he released
her face in
the same harsh manner he grabbed it in. Turning his back to the human
he had
mistreated for his own amusement, the fox demon headed for the door to
his
bedroom to leave Nari there alone once more for the day. The thief
demon headed
down the right hall that curved around to the front where he promised
he would
meet this demon he had searched for earlier that day.

The doors to the front blew open as soon as Yoko
Kurama
stood at the last step to the main room’s lower floor. The wind blew
about the
demon’s long silver hair as he stood there at the foot of the steps
refusing to
falter under the severe storm that was still bellowing outside. A few
of the
thieves that were loitering about in the main room quickly left the
area thanks
to the severe gale and the foreign demon now standing there before them
that
was covered in the darkness that swarmed the outside and inside of the
mansion
once all lit candles were blown out.

Yoko Kurama merely smirked as he tilted his head
downward
ever so slightly. “I’ve been waiting for you.” The fox demon turned his
back to
the other foreign demon that was standing within the storm still as he
headed
back up the stairs. “Come with me—we have things to discuss before he
returns.”

The storm remained persistent throughout the
nightly hours
that Yoko Kurama was away, leaving Nari alone still in the bedroom to
watch and
listen to it from where she was chained. To keep warm from the slightly
chilled
room, Nari stayed curled up on the plush bedcovers for the time being
wondering
what possibly could be taking her master so long. The next thunder roll
and
lightening strike catching Nari’s attention, she looked over her
shoulder at
the lengthy windows to sigh sorrowfully in thought of her son remaining
at the
barn alone.

Why am I still in
here? I need to be watching over Okuro. Yoko Kurama has no use for me,
so why
am I in his damn bedroom? Nari wondered to herself as she put some
of her
shaggy hair behind her ear.

The branches of the demon trees raked across the
windows
causing a tapping sound every time they beat against the windows. Some
times
their raking on the glass would cause shivers up Nari’s spine as it
almost
sounded like nails on a chalkboard though she tried her best to ignore
the
sounds the storm was causing. She was mostly worried and concerned
about what
all was going on around her that made little sense. She also wondered
if the
bird managed to make it to Suzuka in time with that letter since the
storm
swept in a little after the house pet took off to the demon’s home.
There were
so many thoughts rushing through her mind that it almost made Nari’s
heart leap
from her chest from the overwhelming feelings.

The tapping on the windows behind her came once
more and
Nari ignored it until it seemed to get louder and become unrelenting.
Looking
back over her shoulder once more the young slave’s eyes widened in
surprise as
she gasped at the pair of eyes she could see gazing at her through the
night’s
darkness. They were all she could see for, whoever it was, was clothed
completely from head to toe in black. The person blended in well with
the
darkness that surrounded Makai though the occasional lightening would
outline
his figure. The eyes gazing back at her were cold, just like any other
demon
and were sky blue and narrow indicating from the look of it that it was
possibly another demon.

Nari threatened to scream, not trusting another
evil
creature nearby fearing he would try to kill her. But she kept a close
watch on
the demon on the other side of the window as he showed signs of wanting
in by
pointing to the latch that kept the window shut. Looking at the
creature like
he was crazy, Nari shook her head as she mouthed the word ‘no’. She
dared not
let an intruder in that was demonic, besides, if she did so, she could
be
punished if her master were to find out. “Get out of here!” She
demanded in a
hiss, waving her hand off to the side.

The demon refused as he remained where he was in
the
horrible storm, narrowing his eyes further at the human woman who
wasn’t making
his task any easier. Raising his cloak that he was wearing up against
the
direction the rain was being blown towards, before fishing into his
attire to pull
out a piece of paper he was given to place against the window he was
standing
before to show to the woman on the other side.

Nari could just see the piece of white paper
against the
glass window. Wondering what could possibly be on the paper, she pried
herself
boldly off of the bed to look at the words printed upon it. The chain,
however,
that latched onto the bedpost allowed her to only go so far though far
enough
to look upon the sheet there pressed firmly before her so she could
see. Seeing
what was there made Nari’s ivy green eyes widen in shock as they danced
from
the fourteen year old image of herself and the information that had
been
gathered up to the year she was kidnapped and dragged to Makai. Having
to be
presented this made her look into the eyes of the beast on the other
side in
disbelief. “What…how…!” She stammered wondering how a demon got a hold
of that.

The demon put away the piece of paper once more
before
pointing back at the latch that kept the window shut. He was hoping
this time that
the woman would comply seeing as he was on a schedule here. He knew
that the
demon, Yoko Kurama, had gone off to raid and he only had so much time
to
perform his task before it was too late.

Nari was still hesitant as she looked from the
demon to the lock
that kept the window closed. If she let the demon in, Yoko Kurama would
be able
to tell and she would be punished severely for it. Looking back at the
door
that she feared would open any second now, Nari eventually found the
rushing
courage to quickly unlatch the window and step back to let the demon
inside.

The cloaked demon helped himself inside once the
window was
obviously unlatched. The wind and rain entered with him, blowing out
some of
the candles that were lit there within the room. The feet of the demon
touched
the now dampened floorboards before bothering to shut the window he
entered
through behind him. His piercing eyes gazing at Nari next through the
darkness
of the room that now shrouded them both, seeing as the lightening and
fire were
the only light now. He walked towards the frightened woman slowly. The
nameless
demon watched closely as she scrambled onto the bed before bothering to
speak.
“You are Nari Kudo, aren’t you?”

“What’s it to you?” Nari asked defensively as she
backed up into
the center of the bed she sometimes shared with Yoko Kurama.

“I was asked by Koenma to come here and find
someone by the
name of Nari Kudo who was said to be in the great bandit’s possession,”
the
demon explained as he stood far from the fragile woman. “My team and I
tracked
him down to this spot so I will ask again, are you Nari Kudo, the
supposed
fourteen year old in this slip of paper I showed you earlier?” It was
hard for
the demon to tell. The fourteen year old in the picture had short,
board
straight hair with a younger looking structure than this woman. This
woman had
wild, broken hair that was cut uneven with the longest strand reaching
her
lower back. Scars littered her body and her facial structure seemed
much
different than the girl on the paper.

Nari wasn’t sure what to say to the demon that was
awfully
demanding to know who she was. It raised suspicion to her more so than
hope,
especially since she didn’t know who Koenma was. Taking in a deep
breath and
releasing it through her nostrils, Nari eventually nodded. “Yes…I am
Nari Kudo…or
rather, used to be.” Remaining there upon the bed, Nari kept a close
watch on
the ominous demon in the dark room. “Who is Koenma and why does he care
about
me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, human,” the demon
remarked coldly.
“It’s not just you he is searching for, it is all the others that have
been
taken from Human World. You just happen to be the one that came up
first out of
the ones taken.” The demon remained there against the wall facing the
left side
of the bed as his eyes kept a firm grip upon Nari’s bare form. “As for
whom
Koenma is, he is the ruler of Spirit World. He watches over the people
on earth
and makes sure that Makai demons don’t make it to Human World though he
obviously failed.”

“So, he’s God?” Nari questioned, not believing
this to
really be true after the hell she had been dragged through.

“I don’t know what ‘God’ is,” the demon smirked
with a
slight shrug. “What is ‘God’?”

Covering her face with her fingers, Nari could
only sigh
with a slight shake of her head. “Never mind,” she mumbled as she
brought her
hand away from her face. “What exactly is going to happen now? I have
been
waiting forever to get out of this hellhole with my son. Please tell me
you are
here to help!”

The demon remained silent where he stood and after
awhile of
silence, Nari was beginning to wonder if he was even still there. The
nameless
demon covered in the dark garb moved slightly to show he was thinking
on what
to say to her at the moment. “The problem is we are trying to think of
a way to
move in and get everyone out without having to engage in a fight with
the
legendary bandit for none of us would win.” The demon seemed to hate to
admit
that as he looked at the door not too far away with interest. “All I
can
promise you is that we will be watching closely from afar and awaiting
our
moment to strike. Koenma is trying everything he can at this point,
especially
if he hired us.”

“But—why not just help us now! You got this far!”
Nari
insisted, threatening to jump off the bed to grab onto the demon.

The sound of steps just outside of the door caught
both
their attention as the faceless demon was quick to head for the window
and
leave the same way he got in without another word on the matter. The
wind
blowing against the back of Nari’s head caught her by surprise as she
tried to
keep her messy hair still until the window was closed behind the
intruding
demon. Nari wanted to run to the windowsill to call back to the demon
that was asked
to help the captured humans but the footsteps she could hear snapped
her into
trying to play off the scene as she curled up there on the bed, acting
as
though nothing went on within that room.

The door to the bedroom opened quickly as if to
hint that
the entering Yoko Kurama knew what had been going on while he was away.
His
golden eyes darted about the dark room wondering why the candles had
been blown
out as he closed the door behind him before heading further into his
bedroom.
Spying the outline of the stiff Nari there on the bedcovers, he made
his way
over to the window where he could sense and smell a foreign presents
that had
been previously. His eyes kept fixed upon the waterfall and trees that
could
just be seen off to the side before he bothered turning to Nari who he
forced
over onto her back with his sharp, demonic nails.

Flinching from the horrible pinching of her skin,
Nari
turned around to look at the demon that was soaking wet no thanks to
the storm
he had been out within. She feared something within his eyes but she
said not a
word while remaining where she was there upon the bed with her eyes
looking
into his.

“Tell me,” Yoko Kurama began eerily, “who was in
here?”

“In—here, Master Yoko Kurama?” Nari questioned
trying to pretend
that she had no idea what he was talking about.

His silver ears pinning back against his skull in
anger at
her ignorance, Yoko Kurama grabbed tightly onto her throat as if to
choke her
as he bared his fangs. “Don’t play dumb with me, you bitch! Now tell me
who was
in here while I was out before I ring your neck!”

Nari quickly grabbed onto the demon’s wrists to
try and
lessen the pressure being put on her esophagus. Clutching her eyes shut
tight,
she tried to scream but couldn’t with how much force he was putting
upon her
abused throat. Nari tried her best to claw at him seeing as her mind
was racing
and she couldn’t think of any other alternative to attempt and escape
other
than through those means.

As Yoko Kurama attempted to get answers forcefully
out of
the disobedient Nari his left ear quickly shot towards the windows
before
bothering to look there himself. He could feel a demonic energy just
outside of
his window and growing by the minute. The sound of glass shattering
echoed
throughout the room as shards of crystalline stuck right into the area
where
Yoko Kurama was previously standing. The clever and strong demon had
back-flipped
away from the attack in time, landing with his knees bent and right
hand
pressed firmly against the red carpet beneath him. He was surprised—not
expecting something that suddenly from just outside of his window.

The wind howled and blew the windows’ curtains
furiously
with the one window broke allowing him a clear view into the outside
storm.
Yoko Kurama looked from the broken window where the attack came from to
the
floor where the aftermath now remained. Getting quickly to his feet, he
hurried
over to the shining daggers he could just see embedded within the
flooring to
remove one from the ground. “This—this is a piece of ice,” Yoko Kurama
muttered
as he looked at the thick ice shard from all angles. Growling
furiously, he
threw down the ice like dagger, causing it to shatter as he headed to
the
window to look out in the storm for any signs of the demon that could
have
caused it.

The demon that had attacked Yoko Kurama boldly
remained up
in the tree just overlooking the back of the mansion where the fox
demon’s room
was located. His black attire helped him blend in as he tried his best
to make
his demonic powers nonexistent for the sake of remaining alive. The
dark
clothing he was wearing blew about in the rough wind though the thunder
and
torrential rain drowned out the flapping sound that it made as his
piercing
blue eyes looked over the building for just a moment knowing he
couldn’t risk
gazing upon the strong demon any longer. We’re
trained to handle many things but not this…
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