The Reason I've been gone for longer than should be naturally possible! Revisions. I've made each chapter way longer than they originally were and you'll find my style of writing has become much clearer and more detailed, with a better plot line.

I've changed so much, one of the things being the obscenely quick death of one of my original character Jaki (A villain for those who are worried about things becoming Hiei or Kurama OC). Also, I've added lots of missing things, so if you've already read this story, I say re-read it. You'll be happier for it. Okay, so

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And on with the New Re-done and Re-vamped Fic!

Within the magnificently painted throne room depicting battles of fallen heroes and rising evils, a small figure clad in black stood idly, red eyes closed in the pretense of being relaxed, only an intense grip on the hilt of his sword giving his terseness away. Briefly, he inclined his head minutely to show a flash of respect for the lord sitting in front of him.

"You called?" He questioned calculatingly, eyes cracking open under thick lashes, sticking on the demon in front of him, who was currently swishing wine around in a intricately designed glass playfully, a smirking playing across his lips. He too was attired in black, though much more lightly, wearing a tank top and some elegant slacks, instead of the cloak the other chose to cover himself in. Slicked-back hair shone greenish in the dim light, and narrow eyes were set on a long face.

"I have need of your services Hiei." The man told the smaller demon, which was nothing new. He had worked odd jobs for this lord several times before. Hiei grunted out a noncommittal monosyllabic sound. The demon lords nodded slightly in acquiesce.

"Yes I suppose I should get right down to business. I believe you've heard of Itsuki?"

Another grunt, this one sounding more of confirmation. Who wasn't aware of the famous Itsuki, who had ripped open the barrier, bringing earth into chaos? It had been hundreds of years since then and Koenma was still having cows about it.

"Good. I have need of a physic and after the massacre of 1450, there are only three left, soon to be none as they're all fully male. Itsuki is right now the closest, staying with Lord Youko Kurama until a place of his own is built. Usually I would wait until Itsuki was safely installed in his own home instead of hiring a assassin to retrieve him from one of the most impenetrable locations in Makai, but I am unfortunately, running out of time."

Sighing, he pulled out a small lumpy bag tied off with a purple string. With a flick of his wrist, he flung the bag at Hiei, who caught easily, untying the bag immediately to reveal hundreds of gold

coins.

"500 gold pieces in advance for taking the job, and another 900 awaiting you after you complete your task." He told Hiei gruffly, signaling a man with a blue turban wrapped around his head to escort Hiei out.

"And how shall I reach you when I have the package?" Hiei asked coolly after having making sure the coins were in fact, real.

His client smirked smugly. "Come back here and ask for Sensui. That is all you need do." He stretched languidly, rising off his throne to exit deeper into his mansion as Hiei flitted away to start his job, not waiting for the escort.

Itsuki let the sun beat gently on his face, wind playing with his little over shoulder length

hair.

"You live in a truly beautiful place Kurama." He said in a soft alto. The demon behind him laughed prettily.

"I'd call it deadly rather than beautiful. You forget about this fortresses defenses."

Kurama was a faired skinned Youko, with liquid silver cascading down his back. Golden eyes spoke of pride within his lands as he swept a well-manicured hand over them.

"Every single plant out there is always poised to attack. Unless you have a particularly cruel streak within you, I'd hardly be able to call the landscape pretty." Itsuki smiled.

"Well I must be twisted for I see nothing but beauty wherever I look. And so would any intruder, for is it not true that unless you were particularly dumb or suicidal would you otherwise come within ten miles of such a garden? The aesthetic value draws them in."

Kurama bowed his head in defeat. "You got me. Alright, alright, I admit it, my garden is beautiful, in which nothing can surpass it save its creator." He delicately put a thin hand on his chest. "Me."

Itsuki chuckled, deciding not to comment as the point was valid and nothing short of an ugly haircut and severe cosmetic damage would change the viewpoint that many held that Kurama was the "fairest in the land". Instead, he opted to change subjects.

"Talking about beauty, that pretty maid that served us tea today has caught my interest…"

Youko laughed. "You needn't ask if you can bed any one of my slaves. They are trained quite well in many areas, not just in serving tea." He laughed again, wiggling his tail suggestively.

"I would tell you if I didn't want you touching one of my pets."

"Oh yes, pets." Itsuki started lightly, pleased he had been given permission, "I hear Yomi is getting you a slave for your Birthday next week. This would be the tenth time in a row."

Kurama snorted. "He just picks them up at the cheapest place he can get because he knows I personally thank any guests who bring me presents as custom bid by Inari himself. After that one night fling about seven hundred years ago he hasn't been able to forget. Which, of course, he wouldn't, if sleeping with me." Then Youko frowned. "It grates on my nerves at how many times he's asked me to marry him though."

"The poor fool is blind in more ways than one." Itsuki uttered softly, making both of them laugh mildly at the joke.

Hiei soon found out unless he wanted to act as a one-man army by burning down all the savage demon-eating foliage, try to take on Youko's guards, Youko himself, then face fighting his package and damaging it, and planning on getting back to Sensui's alive if not totally in one piece he would have to try a different way.

So, after walking around the castle a few times and coming up with nothing save a way to kill himself off if he ever felt the need, a totally stumped Hiei sat down to wait for a answer to come to him. Which, five days later it did.

In form of a slave wagon.

Giving a slave for a birthday Hiei thought in disgust, frowning harshly. Having been one for a few demeaning years of his life, it was one of the few demons he could sympathize with.

Yet it was a way in and the 900 gold pieces waiting back for him was plenty motive to swallow his pride and sneak inside the cart.

"I am freeing you." Hiei whispered uncharacteristically gentle as he slit the slave's throat. After disposing of the body in a nearby ditch and covering the body sufficiently enough to hide the scent of decaying flesh, Hiei than climbed into the now empty cage, hesitantly putting on the wards and collar, closing the cage door quietly.

He had just finished when the guards came back from their break. A flashy multicolor cloth went over his cage enclosing him in a dark pink area. A few minutes later, he was hanging onto the bars to steady himself from jolting with the wagon, heading toward Youko's castle.

"God help me." Hiei muttered softly, fleetingly wondering—better late than never—what kind of slave he had killed and taken the place of.

After a few seconds of pondering, he decided he'd rather just not know.

For such a small travel, it seemed like eternity. Though he could easily plot out the direction and speed they were going, Hiei still disliked the idea of being blind: by a pink clown cloth no less. Yet, as all trips tended to do, this one finally ended. The wagon stopped abruptly in the exact second of his calculations, where his cage was than hauled and carried into what Hiei could only assume was the castle.

I'm definitely a present. Hiei confirmed as a pair of clothes was tossed through the bars for him to change into. He put them on grudgingly. They were revealing, just covering what they had too, no more, no less. Blindingly bright tacky red pumps with ripped

fishnets. No shirt was given, but the fishnets stopped right above his knees, going up his thighs in a thick black stripe on either side of his leg, attaching to tight black shorts. Hiei kept his white scarf around his neck, playing embarrassedly with the frayed edges.

"This better be a private giving." Hiei gritted out, shaking his head in shame. His anti-gravity hair, black with blue highlights at the edges, a white starburst in the center, shook in the opposite direction his head went, firmly refusing to be like any other types

of tresses.

Hiei was shaken out of his depression when a coarse voice whispered for him to stand up.

"In honor of your birthday, I give you my present that I think you'll find worthy as one such as yourself!" The rough voice turned into a deep booming pleasingly musical one, shouting to what Hiei could only imagine was a crowd. He cursed at god, cringing, but

quickly hiding his momentary weakness immediately as the cloth that hid him from the world and vise versa was flung off dramatically. The crowd gasped and so did Hiei as he heard the start of pounding music. What? You're kidding me? I'm a Sex slave! How fucking—

Fantastic! Youko thought, licking his lips in anticipation. He's breathtaking! Yomi did well, very well! Better than expected! What a sexy piece of—

Shit! What the hell am I supposed to do? Where's directions when you need them? Hiei thought, mentally beating his nerves to a pulp so they wouldn't bother him.

I'm not here to make old men happy, I'm here to retrieve the Package and bring it to my Client. I'll just walk back and forth. With the plan firmly in mind, Hiei began walking to one side, but had to bend down as his ankle gave out under the pressure of walking in six-inch heels. Fuck it, the crowd can go to—

Heaven for all I can tell! Kurama gasped as the figure onstage bent down, touching the floor, coming up slowly, face always on the audience. Paradise! I'm in—

Hell. Hiei gasped silently as he wobbled yet again. Coming back up, he spotted a chair with a rope hanging by it.

God damn it I should be suspicious when something pops up out of nowhere, but desperate times call for desperate measures! Hiei awkwardly made his way to the chair, clinging to the rope to steady himself. A rush of cold water came down upon his head, making him arch in shock, gasping for hair.

Damn! I should have known! Oldest thing in the book! This night is just—

Too perfect! Youko huffed quietly, leaning forward in his chair. He swept the room to see who else liked his pet. Many were in the same position as him, while others, having less control were already reduced to rocking violently on the chair or touching

themselves.

Mmm, so—

Foolish! I'm a sex object and you think they're going to put out a chair for no reason other than have me sit down? Hiei berated himself again, shaking his head and making his way as far as possible from the chair.

He felt his ears twitched and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally—

The music's fading! Damn! Ah well… at least there's the after party…Youko thought gleefully, rolling his shoulders in anticipation. He discreetly signaled to have his gift brought to his room. Yes, tonight will be a good one indeed…

Hiei was unhappily sandwiched in-between two drunk and very horny guards who by some unspoken agreement were taking turns attempting to grope him, unable to understand why they kept missing as Hiei subtly twisted from their reaching hands.

Though the whole process was as humiliating as the last three hours of his life had been, he took the opportunity to map out the inside of the castle, making a mental mark when they passed his package's room.

A few more turns and Hiei was led into an elaborately decorated…bed?

That's all it really was, with roses and thorns on little corners and a wide canopy covering the whole area like the mattress. Taking a quick tour of the chamber for all the crooks and crannies, he found a small ventilation to climb through. At best it would be hooked to a main system, which would lead him to his package's room. At worst, it would bring him to a hallway. Neither option was horrible and well worth the risk as benefit priced in 900 gold pieces.

Right then, first things first. Hiei viciously kicked off his heels, harshly tearing off the cheap stockings. Then, unwrapping his scarf from his neck, he shook it out. A pair of pants tumbled out, complete with a few belts. Changing into his customary sweats, Hiei let out a sigh of relief.

"Feels damn good not to be wearing that…thing." He spat at the revealing outfit. Leaning against the door, Hiei listened for footsteps. Soft almost inaudible ones were coming his way, turning into the room Hiei had pegged as his packages'. In a blink of an eye he was gone, up his escape route.

Not a second later, Youko came in, licking his lips in anticipation to see…

No one.

Kurama frowned severely. "If my pet thinks he can just put on a display like that then run away, he's severely mistaken. Youko does not let his prey escape."

Kurama surveyed his room carefully, bullion orbs alighting on a slightly askew vent cover.

"Ah, I've found you my dear but you were clumsy in your underestimation of me. And you thought you could getaway my dear pet, my sweet dear." Youko babbled, smiling.

"You must be punished!" He practically cooed, before vanishing as well in pursuit.

Lady Luck was on his side tonight. He sat, merely a darker shadow than the rest watching the package his client had called 'Itsuki' brush his teeth. The victim finished with a flourishing spit into the sink, then walked towards Hiei's hiding spot, who in turn suppressed an urge to grin feral-like, least his teeth reflect off anything. If only this assignment was for a kill…ah well.

Just a little closer…A little more…

"Enjoying the scenery?" A seductive voice whispered in his ear, making him jump, going for his sword, before cursing himself silently as he didn't bring it with him into the castle. Turning slowly so as not to startle the still oblivious package below, or himself for that matter, he came face to face with the master of the palace.

Youko.

Who the seven hell's bother's to follow an escaped slave anyways? Onto roof supports no less! Hiei thought in amazement and not a little amount of irritation. Not that he'd admit anything like that aloud. Stupid fox.

"Come back with me to my room." Youko leaned over to purr in his ear. "After all, you were a gift."

Without waiting for an answer, Kurama grabbed Hiei's waist, leaping gracefully back to his room: curtsey of airway tunnels.

Which is where Hiei was attempting to get away from to begin with.

"Talk about going in circles." He muttered sullenly, to soft for anyone to here, his mind conjuring the oddest image of Lady Luck sailing away on one of those newfangled camera eyeballs, waving a handkerchief.

Itsuki shivered as his physic senses began acting up again. They'd been going on the fritz ever since the performance of Kurama's newest slave.

"Probably my imagination." He murmured aloud. "If anything, Kurama's the one who should worry as Yomi's not going to go a whole night without asking how he liked the gift."

Then proposing.

He chuckled aloud to put himself at ease, climbed into bed and drifted away into an uneasy sleep about shadows stabbing him repeatedly. So deep in his slumber, he missed the huge bang, followed by a rumble and a mini earthquake directed toward Youko's room.