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“The demons had to retreat for the time being,
sir,” Botan
explained as she stood before the ruler of Spirit World in her pink
kimono. “The
fox demon thief sent his members to attack them and they couldn’t fight
them
all.”

Koenma sat behind his desk with his fingers
intertwined with
one another as he listed to Botan. Releasing a sigh through his
nostrils, he
looked up at the worried messenger girl with a simple nod. “I see.”

“Your father has already decided to send down his
reinforcements,” Botan continued with a slight shrug. “I am afraid it
will be
up to them this time.”

“If that is what it takes, so be it,” Koenma
finally
answered as he looked down at his desk as if to think upon the matter.
“I just
want this problem resolved. Human World and Makai don’t mix and never
should,
especially not like this.”

Botan could only wrinkle her brow in worry as she
heard
Koenma’s words. Folding her hands there before her, she looked down at
her
sandaled feet. “But, Koenma, it appears like it won’t ever stop.
Already demons
are sneaking to Human World to steal humans as slaves.”

The young ruler of Spirit World cupped his
forehead in his
hand as he eyed the paper in front of him. “I can only hope that when
we shut
down Yoko Kurama’s slave operation, it will send a warning to the
others.”
Turning around in his chair, Koenma eyed the windows, which showed him
part of
Spirit World, with equal worry in the situation. I can
only hope my father was right to send them out for this job. They
are quite powerful.

Nari was frantic as she tried to hurry down the
hallway she
had found herself within. The hallway was awfully narrow and slick
seeing as it
was created entirely of marble unlike the others she had previously
seen. Her
hands pressed upon the walls, she tried to drag herself down the
wavering hall
to find the end of it while praying that a door would be at the end of
it.
Taking a corner and then heading down another, Nari made it to a door
that made
her inhale in relief as she worked eagerly at the handle.

“Come on, come on, and open!” Nari begged as she
continued
to tug on the doorknob. As Nari was eagerly trying to open the door,
she looked
over her shoulder once she heard something creeping down the marble
halls. It
sounded like plants growing and creeping about the corridor and it
frightened
her knowing who was after her.

When shifting her attention from the stubborn door
to over
her shoulder, she couldn’t help but bite her lower lip to muffle her
scream
when vines started crawling about the walls and floors of the hallway
she was
within. Not wanting to be grabbed by the angered demon, Nari finally
put
everything she had into the door and managed to knock it open. With the
door
now unlocked, Nari was quick to shut it behind her as she looked about
the
awfully dark room she was now within.

She scurried into the room regardless as her eyes
attempted
to adjust to the darkness. Once they did so, Nari realized that she was
in a
library of some kind. The shelves were lined with many books of
different
kinds. Turning the corner that the bookshelves made, she squatted down
in the
back where a demon’s skull was sitting on a desk and used as a candle
holder. Seeing
the eerie skull made her flesh crawl as she waited in the darkness in
hopes of
the fox demon not finding her.

The door she had previously shut that led into the
room flew
open as the clever fox demon stood there angrily. His golden eyes
pierced
through the darkness as his plants continued to grow and start to
litter the
new area gradually with the demon’s influences guiding them. Taking in
the
scents about him, Yoko Kurama grinned as he shifted his ears forward
down the
path that was set in front of him. “I can smell your wretched human
flesh. You
cannot hide from a demon’s nose, human, so you might as well give it up
right
now.”

Nari made not a sound as she prayed there under
the desk
that she snuck under that everything he was saying was just a bluff.
Her knees
brought up to her body, she kept a close eye on the darkness to finally
see it
being cut with the appearance of the white clothed fox demon. She could
see his
white shoes he always wore as well as the lower white part of his pants
from
where she was hiding. The closer he came, the more fearful she grew.

Yoko Kurama continued his walk down the middle of
the towering
bookshelves on his left and right. He could smell the fear that Nari
was
letting out and it got stronger the closer he got to the desk resting
at the
end of the shelves. Stopping right in front of the desk, he glared at
the top
of it before grabbing onto the side to flip it over and send it
crashing into
the opposite bookshelf.

The desk obliterated on impact against the other
ledge
leaving Nari to get whacked with a bit of the debris as well as the
falling
books. Looking up at the towering demon, she squeezed over to the side
as
quickly as she could to run past him. The demon didn’t bother to stop
her as
Nari’s biggest problem was waiting around the corner as she turned it
to find
the large vines covering the area. Being in a state of fear, she
thought
nothing of them until her flesh was torn once the thorns dug into her
body as
she attempted to run across the vines before her.

Screaming in pain at the feel of the thorny vines
gripping
onto her, Nari fell within the middle of where they had gathered. The
vines
wrapped about her body tightly as Nari struggled against the greenery
that had
a hold of her. She was eager to escape as she saw the demon coming back
around
the corner to watch as Nari withered in pain there amongst the many
vines that
had attached to the area and lessened her ways of escape. “Let me go!”
Nari
begged as she tried to pull out of the tightening plants.

Yoko Kurama stood there from a safe distance as he
watched
what the woman was enduring. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he
merely
scoffed at her. “Humph, this is what you get for destroying what I
worked so
hard for. I should have let Yomi kill you the times he attempted.”

Nari said not a word as she continued to try and
fight her
way free until the pain became too much. The constant pricking and
digging into
her skin made her pass out there in the library. Her entire body went
numb
thanks to the agonizing pain she was enduring and it almost felt
healing to her
as she closed her eyes and passed out there upon the cold, hard floor.

The silver haired fox demon called back the vine
he had
unleashed within the mansion to reveal Nari there, bleeding and cut
upon the
floor. Bending down to grab onto her chain, Yoko Kurama headed off back
down
the hallway from which they came from. He cared not what was wrong with
Nari as
he dragged her body against the marble flooring, leaving a small blood
trail
along the way.

Nari remained out cold throughout the day until
she finally
found the energy to rouse her sleeping body from the slumber it went
into. Fluttering
her eyes open, she tried to get them to focus to the dreary brown
colored
ceiling that rested above her as well as a chain that slightly swung
from side
to side that was hanging from the ceiling. The room smelt of blood and
death
and rattled the young woman as she felt something slimy underneath her
body. As
Nari tried to get up from where she was lying, she found herself unable
to and
it started to frighten her as she realized she had been chained down to
the
table that was resting beneath her.

“What’s going on?” Nari demanded to know as she
continued to
try and get free from the shackles that held her hands up near her head.

“Comfortable?” Yoko Kurama asked as he finally
made himself
known in the dreary room as he stepped close to the side of the table.
“I am
glad to know you are not dead already. What fun would that be for me?”

Nari’s breath quickened as she continued to try
and get free
from her chains that bind her with fear swelling within her eyes. “What
is this
place?”

The demon turned his back on Nari as he walked
over to
another table that held a few vials and beakers filled with different
kinds of
fluids and of different colors. “You never would think of those water
demons as
violent type demons, would you? Well, that is why this room is made to
hide
such a side from the world of Makai,” Yoko Kurama explained as he
continued to
knock the glasses together as he worked with what he was given. “The
water
demons are very strict demons. If you disobeyed their rules you would
be dragged
into this room first.”

Nari’s eyes quickly examined the area as she saw
how it was
a cobble stone walled room with wooden floors that looked awfully
uncomfortable
to walk upon.

As she did so, Yoko Kurama made his way back over
towards
the fearful Nari. “One of the rules was to kill anyone under the same
roof. If
one of the demons were found guilty of such a crime, they would be
tortured
until the torturer felt need to rest their soul.” At the end of his
explanation, the demon showed a syringe to Nari that was full of some
sort of
blue substance.

Nari panicked as she hated needles of any kind.
Her toes
curling while her hands turned into fists, Nari tried her hardest still
to get
free regardless of how weak she was compared to the strong shackles.
“What—what
is that?” She demanded to know as she watched the demon closely.

“This is a little something that the water demons
were
clever enough to create,” Yoko Kurama explained as he showed off the
needle
before inching closer to Nari’s wiggling body. “This medicine is used
to
torture the inside of your body slowly—like a thousand knives cutting
into your
heart, lungs, stomach, throat, and whatever else is within your fragile
form.
It’ll make you feel like something is inside and trying to eat its way
out of
you.” Grabbing onto Nari’s arm tightly to keep her still, Yoko Kurama
brought
the needle to her arm to inject it into her with little remorse.
“Seeing as
this would kill a normal human in fewer than three minutes, I will let
you
endure it until I decide to call it off seeing as you have the strength
of an S
class.”

It didn’t take long for the medicine to start
taking over
Nari’s body like a serpent creeping through her veins. Tightening her
fists
once more, she screamed in horrible agony at the feel of the knife like
pain
stabbing at every inch of her body. Her nails dug into her palm so
harshly that
they pierced her skin and caused blood to drip down her wrist. Nari’s
injured
foot hurt worse than before the more she tried to move and thrash about
no
thanks to what she was enduring.

“I can imagine you wish you were dead now,” Yoko
Kurama
remarked coldly as he watched her without a flinch. “If I don’t release
it,
this will continue to eat away at your body until the twenty-four hours
are up
when the drug will finally stop.” Remaining there at the foot of the
table that
held the tormented Nari, the plants he controlled started to sprout out
and
creep across the floor and walls once more making it look like a
tropical
jungle the more the plants grew about her. “As much as I would enjoy
staying
here to watch you suffer for what you have done, I have other things to
attend
to.” Yoko Kurama headed for the door to the room without a care. “But
do not
worry—I will leave my plants here to keep you company.”

The door closed behind Yoko Kurama, leaving Nari
alone
within the room. Her pain was so intense that the words the demon
spared to her
were slightly hazy. She continued to writher about upon the table she
was upon
only to feel the vines resurface from the sides of her body to creep
upon her
stomach and hold onto her tightly so the thorns could embed within her
weak
skin once more.

“Stop!” Nari screamed as she bit her lower lip
till it bled.
“Stop
it!”

The plants did not listen to her pleas as the
vines merely
tightened about her harsher than before. The tropical forest of horrors
got
worse when three large Venus Flytraps sprouted from the floor. The
mouths of
the giant plants opened to show their large teeth and toxic saliva as
they
inched closer to the frightened Nari. They could sense her fear and
feel her
moving about as they came towards her to drip their burning dribble on
parts of
Nari’s already mutilated body.

The saliva of the carnivorous plants burned when
it marred
with her skin, making her pain mount to the point of just wishing she
could
kill herself at that very moment to stop the torment she was enduring.
Her eyes
began to droop once more from the mounting torment her body was forced
to put
up with. She was just waiting and praying until her heart would stop
beating as
Nari fought to try and beat the displeasing sensation sent through her
entire
form only to scream at the top of her lungs in failure. Her scream
rebound off
of the walls down the halls and rooms until going quiet once more.

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The double doors to the mansion opened as Yoko
Kurama
entered the silent building later on the next day. It was different to
come
home to nothing and seemed to make his time within the mansion tedious
to him. “I
can only wonder how she managed such a thing without help,” he wondered
aloud
as he headed down to the area he left Nari within slowly seeing as he
was in no
hurry to help her. “She is just a simple human.”

As he was heading down the stairs that were
located behind
the main staircase up front, Yoko Kurama’s eyes came upon one of his
old
members lying there dead on the cold, hard concrete twisting staircase.
The
bugs had already determined that it was a corpse from what the fox
demon could
see as he made his way further down the steps stained in old blood. “I
will
have to remember to clean this place out before abandoning it.”

Getting to the lower level of the mansion, Yoko
Kurama
headed down the eerie, damp hall to get to the last door on the left.
Opening
the door, he walked on inside to find the area just as he left it
without the
horrible screaming of the in pain Nari. He headed through the tropical
surrounding that had sprouted out about the torture room so as to make
his way
to the table where Nari was resting, passed out from exhaustion. His
hands
resting upon the sides of the table, he watched as his slave’s chest
moved to
indicate she was still alive. Grabbing onto the pail of dirty water
that was
resting there beside the table Nari was upon Yoko Kurama poured it over
the
unsuspecting slave’s face to rouse her.

Feeling the water caress her face prompted Nari to
wake
quickly as she shook the tainted liquid from her features quickly. She
coughed
as she spit the water that leaked into her mouth earlier. “What—what do
you
want…?” She wearily asked before closing her eyes once more.

Yoko Kurama tossed the pail once it was used. A
grin present
upon his face, he narrowed his eyes at Nari’s words. “Tell me, how did
you find
The Devil’s Tongue and use it against me?”

Nari avoided the demon’s gaze as she sighed
wearily in
attempts to get her breath back. “I refuse to tell you…,” she boldly
answered.

“You continue to flirt with death,” Yoko Kurama
said as he
went back to the other table in the room that held the drug he used
previously.
“You know I will have no problem with killing you and your little runt
if you
continue to be disobedient,” he warned while measuring the liquid in
the
syringe before heading back over to Nari who refused to wiggle this
time. “You
have taken my team from me so I have no problem with killing who is
left after
I am through with you.”

“You killed us all years ago,” Nari grumbled as
she turned
her head away from the glaring demon. “What you do to either of us now
matters
little…”

“So you speak for everyone?” Yoko Kurama wondered
as he
grabbed onto Nari’s chin to force her to look at him.

“You have asked your fellow demons to beat, mock,
and rape
us for years,” Nari pointed out with a scoff. “We either wish to die or
escape
at this point. Whatever comes first to us, we will take it with open
arms.”

Yoko Kurama grabbed onto Nari’s arm to inject it
once more
before releasing it with a growling scoff. “That is why you are special
to me
and will remain down here until I grow weary of you. How you poisoned
my crew
matters little so long as I don’t make the same mistake again of not
keeping
you tied up. I was much too lenient towards you no thanks to Kuronue
and all I
had to do what with my thievery and all.”

Nari bit at her lower lip once more as she cringed
and cried
out in dismay at the pain that gradually started to build painfully
inside of
her body.

“Now all of that is no longer around and there is
nothing to
hold me back from treating you as I wish,” the fox demon further
explained as
he walked slowly towards the end of the table. His finger tips glided
upon the
surface of the old slab as he stood in between her shackled feet.
Digging into
his pant’s pocket, he pulled out a key to show to Nari for a moment
before using
it to release the shackles on her ankles. Crawling on top of the table
once the
restraints were released, Yoko Kurama inched close to Nari’s face,
which was
contorted in pain. “Get used to this room. You will be seeing it for
awhile.”

Nari merely clamped her eyes shut so as not to
look at the
demon as she lied there withering in pain. She could hear him removing
his
attire while she did so. Breath quickening, she managed to look at the
towering
demon and see his eyes just within inches of her own. His breath
caressed her
skin as she gazed daringly up at the silver haired demon. The feel of
it made
her look away quickly while she tried to battle with the piercing
feeling that
was attacking every inch of her weak form.

Yoko Kurama grabbed onto her chin to make Nari
look back at
him while his demonic length entered inside of her already abused
womanhood.
His nails pinching Nari’s skin, he folded his ears back as he let his
warm
breath breathe down upon her. “Death may come to the others quickly,
but for
you, I will drag it out as I see fit.”

Nari tried not to shed a single tear though it was
difficult
at having to hear she would be tormented for as long as the demon
wished to.
Feeling the swollen member of the demon enter inside of her torn
vaginal walls,
she arched her back off of the table to manage a scream of displeasure.
“Oh,
God, please stop!” Nari begged for once as the tenderness that rushed
through
her was increasing every passing minute.

Yoko Kurama refused as he grabbed onto her hands
to keep them
still within the shackles that kept them there loosely near her head.
He rocked
into her body at such a ruthless speed and pressure that it made her
walls
start to bleed and tear further than they already had. It matter little
to the
fox demon as he continued to push into her harshly with his knees bent
near her
hips upon the table below them both.

The helpless Nari tried her best to lessen the
pain she was
being dealt in attempts to match his rhythm. Her body even lubricated
to try
and help the demon’s well endowed member along though it did little
good. Her
blood marred with Yoko Kurama’s manhood as well as the dampness her
body
created throughout the ruthless penetration.

Eventually the heartless demon reached his climax
but said
and did nothing but release deeply inside of the hurting woman. The
dark seed
all inside of the human underneath him, he pulled off of her without a
word to
her as he picked up his attire that he dropped there upon the floral
covered
floor he created himself with his own influence towards plants.

Once again Nari’s body went numb and she almost
couldn’t
feel any pain at all for that moment seeing as she couldn’t feel her
own body. She
felt like she was weighed down there upon the table. Her eyes were
almost void
of emotion as her form would occasionally jolt from the injection she
was given
earlier. Looking off blankly to the side, a tear finally slipped from
her wide
opened eye. Please, just let me die….

The silver haired fox headed for the door of the
room once
more to leave Nari there to suffer as he wished her to. His hand
touching the
doorknob, he looked over his shoulder at her with a muffled scoff.
“Wait here
until I get back. I am going to go do a little house cleaning.”

The slamming of the door was vaguely heard ringing
in Nari’s
ear from where she was resting. Her fingers flinching and jolting from
time to
time, she tried to get the feeling back in her body as she remained
tied down
though it became impossible. It was as though her body had surrendered
before
Nari had said so and it felt like it was almost over for her now.

Yoko Kurama headed back up the stairs and walked
past the
dead demon body there on the corner of the steps. Once he made it to
the top
and out into the main room, he stood in the middle to listen to the
sounds
about him for a moment. He could hear whispering and the sound of
people
running about marble and wooden flooring. Opening his eyes once he
gathered the
sounds he was looking for, Yoko Kurama headed up the red carpeted steps
to get
to the second level. “I guess I might as well get this over with,” he
grumbled
as he turned to go up the right level stairs to get on the right side
of the
top level.

Down the other side of the left top level, a door
was
cracked open slightly so that a few slaves nearby could watch the one
remaining
demon wander about slowly. It was a young teen male by the age of
fourteen or
so with curly red hair that almost covered his green eyes and freckles
littered
his face. He came from Texas in the United States while being
accompanied by an
elder male in his early twenties who had shaggy blond hair and brown
eyes. The
elder man came from Norway.

“What is he doing?” The elder blond asked as he
eyed the
demon from afar quietly.

“I don’t know,” the younger redhead stuttered
nervously as
he peeked outside. “All I know is we better try and get the hell out of
here!
Those screams in the basement are freaking me out. I don’t want to know
what he
is doing down there.”

“Quiet,” the Norwegian demanded angrily as he
pushed the boy
out of his way so he could see better. The two of them were watching
from a gallery
of some kind that was situated within the mansion. It was filled with
images
that were neglected since the day the water demons were destroyed and
so a bit
of dust littered the area. Continuing to follow the silver haired demon
from
the door he had cracked open, he watched as the demon disappeared into
the
farthest room on the right. “It is like he is looking for something. I
wonder
what.”

The boys closed the door quietly behind them as
they turned
to the other slaves that were there listening. ‘Sally’ was one of the
few there
as the others within the room mostly came from within the regions of
Japan and some
parts of the Middle East. The slaves looked to one another nervously.
They had
all escaped their masters and mistresses once they all fell over dead
from the
drug they were unknowingly given.

“I can bet you one thing, mates,” Sally whispered
within the
room, “I bet that the one being tortured is that blond girl slave of
his!”

“She is immortal to my knowledge so what does it
matter?” An
abused Chinese woman with long, uneven black hair wondered as she
brought her
knees to her scarred chest. “It is us that we should worry about!”

“Hey, shelia, she was the one who poisoned those
beasts to
begin with!” Sally felt need to remind them. “Be grateful!”

“Well, she missed her master,” the blond Norwegian
pointed
out as he crept back into the room.

“That is expected,” the Texan remarked with a
scoff. “That
guy knows his plants from what I have seen and heard.”

Sally looked back at the door that the guys had
recently
peeked through as she bit her lower right lip to think. “I bet you I
know one
thing—that nasty bloke is trying to kill the remaining slaves.”

Everyone gasped and wondered what Sally was
talking about as
she said such a thing. It scared everyone as they began to cower next
to one
another regardless of whether they knew the one closest to them.

“That sure does seem like him, don’t it?” Sally
asked as she
shrugged slightly. “His other members are dead and we are all that is
left. I
bet he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about us and is willing to pick us off
one by
one if he can.”

“So he wants to play cat and mouse?” The blond
haired male
wondered aloud. “Alright, we will play his little cat and mouse game
then.”

“Are you mad!” The young redhead exclaimed in a
high whisper
causing hushes to hiss across the room. “This is a damn demon we are
dealing
with here!”

“But this mansion has thousands of rooms we can
hide in,”
the blond man felt need to point out. “Just split up or stick together
and
hide. This is a game of life and death here and if we all stick
together, he’ll
be able to find us all very easily. Also, keep your fear in check. He
can smell
that a mile away, I wager.”

Not having to be told twice, the slaves quickly
broke up and
headed to the door to find areas to hide within. Sally was the last one
to
leave the room they all had gathered within. She embraced her battered
body as
she looked there at the door that led to the main room with a sigh of
sorrow.

“Just hold on a bit longer,” she begged silently
before
quickly dashing off towards the door within the back of the room.

Yoko Kurama unleashed his Rose Whip to tear apart
the slaves
that stood before him. Their bodies collapsing upon the floor in a pool
of
their own blood, he watched as the crimson liquid dripped through the
cracks
and flowed towards the opposite wall where it would pool and creep down
the
hallway. Their bodies were torn apart. The torsos cut in two thanks to
the
powerful thorns that lashed across their bodies. The demon didn’t
flinch as he
moved over those that were ripped into pieces there upon the wooden
floor.

The blooded whip dragged upon the floor as Yoko
Kurama
continued down the hallway before him slowly that emptied out onto a
terrace on
the right that he knew led to a dead end around the corner. The smell
of human
flesh rang within his nostrils as he continued on about the balcony
that hugged
onto the side of the mansion. The sun was going down at the moment as
he turned
the corner to continue down the iron terrace that rang out a warning
every step
he took.

The slaves that stood quivering at the end of the
balcony
where plants wavered in the blowing wind watched in tearful fear as the
demon
finally turned the next corner to make himself known. The girls there
at the
end quivered and held onto one another while weeping at their demise
coming
slowly towards them. They begged over and over again at the coming
demon to not
kill them as their backs pressed against the railing behind them.

Yoko Kurama cracked the whip at his side as he
inched closer
towards the women that were terrified of meeting their death. Once he
made it
within inches of the two frightened females, he reared back his whip
and slashed
it across the two human slaves. He watched with no remorse as the two
of them
were ripped apart with their lifeless bodies falling over the side of
the
balcony.

“That takes care of eight of the many slaves,”
Yoko Kurama
murmured to himself as he headed back to the hallway that he came from.
As he
was about to make his way towards it, he stared out at the scenery
nearby with
a bit of interest. The large word of Makai was resting before him and
it almost
made him eager to just set out and never return. But he knew that was
impossible at that moment as he needed to be rid of the humans he had
acquired over
the years he was with his team.

As he continued to eye the view that the balcony
granted
him, one of the male slaves quickly hurried past the open door that led
within
the hallway Yoko Kurama was previously within. The sound of the wind
being cut
by movement caught the twitching ear of the fox demon as he quickly
shot his
attention on the corridor he had came from not too long ago. His golden
eyes
watching the area closely, he headed towards the opened door to look
within the
wooden floored corridor that took a left further down.

Walking slowly down it, he kept his eye on what
was ahead of
him as he listened to a door on the other side of the wall shut quietly
though
not quiet enough for his demonic hearing not to catch. As he turned the
corner
to head down the short hallway to turn left once again, he looked at
the four
doors within the next passageway wondering which one would hide the
slave he
just heard dashing by. Cracking his whip to intimate the weary humans,
he came
close to the door on the right to smell nothing but a faint scent of a
human
once there; meaning one of the slaves was probably there an hour or so
ago.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” he beckoned in an eerie tone as
he
walked over to the opposite door to smell nothing.

Coming towards the last door on the left, Yoko
Kurama halted
with his walking as he smelt something peculiar behind the wooden door.
His
hand turning the handle slowly, he threw it open to have the door slam
into the
wall as he did so as he walked within the small room that had a
miniature
bookcase, two desks with burning scented candles littering the area.
Examining
the room, he cocked his brow at the many candles that were lit and
mixing with
the odor he was trying to follow.

“Who lit these candles?” He asked aloud softly
while
continuing to walk about the room. Yoko Kurama knew that nobody would
bother
with scented candles within his team and it made him curious about the
situation.

The slaves that had crept within the room were
hiding under
one of the desks. Felix was one of them as he covered the mouth of a
panic
stricken female teenager who threatened to scream at the demon’s
presents. They
dared not move from where they were as they watched the demon’s tail
carefully
as well as the steps his feet took.

Since the scented candles were messing with his
senses, Yoko
Kurama could only groan in dismay as he turned his back on the room to
head
back for the door. Looking at the clock, he noticed the time as he made
his
whip disappear. “I have to go out and pass the time other than playing
this
game with them.” Grabbing onto the doorknob to open the door, he looked
back at
the room with a frown. “Consider yourself lucky, humans. When I return,
I will
get the rest of you.”

Felix and the African American female he had under
the desk
with him that looked about fifteen gazed at one another as they heard
the door
shut. “You wait here,” Felix mouthed softly as he crawled cautiously
out from
under the desk to check and see if the fox demon had truly left the
area.
Looking left and then right about the small room, Felix saw that nobody
was there
except him and the young female he was hiding with. “The coast is
clear. You
can come out now.”

The young female crept out from under the desk
eventually
once she realized it was true. Taking Felix’s hand, she got to her bare
feet to
quiver upon them in fear. “Do you think the candles helped?”

“I am not sure,” Felix answered as he shook his
head with
uncertainty. “I am hoping they did. Right now it is best to wait in
here until
we know for certain he has left the mansion.”

Nari remained in the basement area when the fox
demon
returned to check on her moments later. Blood had covered the demon’s
attire as
he walked slowly over towards the weakened Nari whose heart was slowing
in beat
no thanks to the torrential pain. Leaning in to get a better look at
Nari, he
saw her eyes were still void of any feeling almost making her look as
though
she were dead. Yoko Kurama grabbed onto her chin to force her to look
at him so
he could examine her face. The way she stared at him made it seem as
though she
were looking right through him.

“Awe,” Yoko Kurama began in fake sympathy, “I can
only
wonder how much longer you can truly put up with this all. Your human
heart
appears to be beating slower than before.” His fingers ran through
Nari’s
stringy blond hair as he eyed her with morbid curiosity on how much
longer she
could truly hold out. Inching closer to her face he kissed her parted
lips with
an eerie smirk. “When I return, maybe I will be forgiving.”

Nari made not a sound as her fingers flinched
slightly into
a curl. She could hardly make out his words and see what was around
her.
Everything was hazy and faded in and out of darkness.

“I’ll see you when I return,” Yoko Kurama grunted
as he
headed back for the door. “If you try anything smart, I will keep you
down here.”

The door slammed once more but it was the last
time Nari
ever heard the door open or close for some time. The pain that her body
had to
endure eventually evaporated and she was left there in a normal room.
The
plants that had previously occupied it with her disappeared overtime
though she
was not sure when. She would continue to wake up and fall back into
deep sleeps
and it was hard to keep track of time. Her eyes fluttering closed one
last moment
during whatever hour it was, she turned her head off to the side and
went limp.

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“Here is another one,” a voice, muffled and
slightly distant
called out in the darkness of Nari’s mind.

“Is she even alive?” Another asked as the two
could be heard
hurrying across the wooden floorboards. “I remember this one. She was
the girl
we were asked to find.”

“I am not sure if she is. Great sky above, what
the hell
happened down here?”

Nari’s body remained motionless on the table until
the cold
fingers of the demon touched her neck to feel of her pulse. The chill
of his
hand sent a rush through her body and her eyes quickly shot open as she
took in
a deep breath of surprise at the feel. The black images that towered
over her
in the damp room started to come into focus and she could only see the
piercing
blue eyes of two demons loaming over her in interest. Panicking at the
thought
of more demons being nearby, Nari screamed in fright. “Get out of here!
Leave
us alone!”

“Will you calm down?” the narrowed eyed demon
asked as his
aquatic bangs could be seen from the black clothing he kept around his
face.
“We are here to help you. I was the one who was looking for you last
time.”

The other demon that was the ice creature worked
away at the
shackles that bound Nari’s wrists to finally get them off. “Come on,”
the one
with red hair and large blue eyes demanded as he got the last manacle
off of
her. “Koenma is waiting outside for you.”

As Nari sat upright slowly on the table with the
demons’
help, she looked between the two confused and worried. “What—what about
Yoko
Kurama…? I cannot go! He is going to kill me!”

“Human, I don’t think he will be doing much of
anything
anymore,” the ice demon responded as he helped her to her feet. “A
squad that
Koenma’s father has took care of him from what we were told.”

“You mean—he’s dead?” Nari asked in disbelief
before hissing
in pain at her foot hitting the floor that was injured. Without most of
her
energy, she couldn’t stand very well and nearly hit the ground if it
weren’t
for the two demons holding onto her injured wrists.

“Dead as a doornail,” the redhead answered as he
tried to
keep her up on her feet. “Whoa there, I think he really did a number on
you.”

Nari moaned in displeasure as she staggered to
stay on her
one foot she was allowed to stand upon. “Damn, this really hurts…! And
who the
hell are you guys?”

“The shinobis of Spirit World,” the ice demon
answered as he
squatted down to look at her foot she was holding up. “Koenma hired us
to find
you and get the humans down here back to Human World. Some will have to
be
pulled up in Spirit World, of course and you may be one of them
concerning the
laws stacked against you.” Grabbing onto her bruised ankle gently, he
felt of
the area for a moment before releasing it. “I think she might have
fractured
it. I am sure Koenma will fix that.”

Remembering the rules against her, Nari couldn’t
help but
recall her son Okuro that she hadn’t seen in a few days. “I will—be
right
back!” She insisted as she hurried almost drunkenly for the door
regardless of
how much strength it took. “I have to go get something!”

“Hey, wait!” The demons insisted in unison only to
watch her
flea up the stairs best she could.

Nari managed to make her way to the bedroom that
used to
belong to her master to find her son there on the floor fast asleep. At
the
time she was scared he was either dead thanks to Yoko Kurama finding
him or due
to starvation. Running over to the malnourished mix-breed, Nari picked
him up
gently to shake her son awake eagerly. “Okuro, Okuro, wake up!”

Okuro’s eyes remained closed until the sound of
his mother’s
voice finally rang into his ears. The smoky black ears of the fox demon
moved
towards Nari’s tone before he blinked his eyes open to look at his
mother with
a weary wag of his tail. “Where were you, mommy?”

Looking about the room quickly, Nari grabbed onto
the carpet
lying there upon the floor. “Quiet, Okuro,” Nari begged softly as she
wrapped
up her son to hide his demonic features. “I don’t want you to say a
word when
we go outside…I want us to go home.”

Lowering his ears to allow the rug to drape over
his head a
bit, he cocked his head at his mother. “We go home?” He asked.

“Yes, we will go home now,” Nari praised softly as
she held
her son tightly. “At least I hope…”

The door to the room opened as the two demons that
had
rescued her previously stood there to grab onto her upper arms to get
her to
stand once more. Nari flinched from the harsh handling as she felt
tenderness
all over. Cupping the back of her son’s head, she kept him close to her
body to
keep him hidden from those nearby.

“Come on already,” the redhead urged as he headed
for the
door with Nari. “We don’t have time for this.”

The slaves that were rescued from the mansion made
their way
outside with the other demons who were working in the shinobi. Koenma
and Botan
watched each being escorted out and helped back thanks to those who
worked
under the Spirit World leader. Nari kept her son close to her body as
she
headed towards the double doors where the rest of the rescued slaves
where. Within
the crowd of those nearby, she spied Candy not too far away.

“Candy—?” Nari wondered as she looked over at the young woman.

Hearing her name for once, Candy looked over her
shoulder at
Nari with shock upon her face as she hurried over towards her
regardless of the
demons that had her. “I cannot believe you made it out alive!”

“Neither can I,” she managed with a brief, weary
laugh. “How
is everyone…?”

Candy looked about the mansion with a sorrowful
frown. “I am
not sure but I do know some got killed by Yoko Kurama. I also heard
that that
‘Sara’ woman jumped to her death. That girl up ahead with the blue hair
took
her to Spirit World shortly after.”

Hearing such a thing made Nari’s heart sink as she
closed
her eyes in remembering how horrified Sara was of living. “That comes
as no
surprise…”

“Let’s quickly move, people,” Botan called to
those in the
back who were still frightened and scared to move outside of the
mansion. “We
have to get you all out of here before more trouble shows up.”

“There she is,” Koenma replied softly in his teen
form as he
eyeballed Nari coming forward. The young woman brought before him, he
left his
arms across his chest as he looked down at the frightened Nari. “So,
you must
be Nari M. Kudo. I am relieved to see you alive.”

“How do you know who I am?” Nari asked as she kept
her son
in her embrace protectively.

“We will discuss that later,” Koenma promised as
he eyed the
child she was carrying. “Is that your child?”

Her heart beating a bit quickly, Nari wondered
what to say
to the man who pretty much knew all at this point as she nodded to him
hesitantly. “Yes—he is, but—I had him with another slave when I was
down here.
I promise you that,” Nari lied as she made sure Okuro’s demonic
features were
hidden with the rug she wrapped him in.

Koenma stood silent for a moment as he eyed the
two closely.
Waving for one of the messenger girls over his shoulder, he pointed to
Nari and
her child she held. “I want you to take her up to Spirit World and take
care of
the two.” Looking back at Nari who was confused at the orders given, he
raised
one hand to stop her from panicking. “Don’t worry, this will just be
temporary.
We have to escort all of the slaves up there to get things sorted out.”

Botan and Koenma watched as Nari was taken from
the two
demon’s custody while saying her constant ‘thank yous’ as the other
slaves had
done before her. Botan watched as Nari was escorted out of the scene
with
confusion as she looked back at her leader wondering why he did what he
did.
“Lord Koenma, you know that child she carries is a half demon. Why did
you let
her go like that?”

Koenma closed his eyes to think with a sigh before
looking
to Botan with a shake of his russet hair. “I bet that boy is the only
thing
that truly kept her alive down here. If we were to take that away, we
might as
well just take her life.”

The mansion was quiet that night though filled
with decay
and death of humans and demons alike. The crickets kept the only melody
there
within the darkness of Makai. It was the quietest that Makai had ever
been for
some time with the demon thieves gone. But the silence would last for
some time
when a shot rang out to claim the life of the silver fox demon during
one of
his careless raids.

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Author’s Notes:
Reward to you if you survived that
chapter. Sorry for the length but I had to get through that. When I
first did
this story, this was how I wanted to end it but then later on I started
getting
more ideas for a finish that wouldn’t reek of so many unanswered
questions. HOWEVER—the ideas would not take
another ten chapters—sadly it might only take three if not two and then
this
story would truly be over. So, we are getting near the finish here.
Thank the
gods. XP
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