Hey everyone! How are you? It's been a while huh? Well I'm sorry but school finals got in the way! But hey it's summer now! :D I can update more. :D

But a very lovely lady by the name of InuYasha-Addict on DA drew me Tsuki! Here is where you can find it (just remove the spaces) : http : / j-d-y-44 . deviantart . com/ favourites / 41728625#/d3f54ws Please go shower her in love :) Also in the gallery folder, there is a drawing of Natsuki. Also I know someone is drawing Natsuki and Tsuki in a big picture with several other OCs of mine from various stories, so I'll put the link up when I can. :)

Word Count: 3,463. This does not include the author's note.

Release Date: Friday, June 24th, 2011 at like 12:30

I do NOT own Yu Yu Hakusho, although I deeply wish I did. I simply adore the series. :)

Gasping for breath the human allowed his battered body to rest against the rock; it was cold against his skin and it felt good. It kept him from passing out from the excruciating pain he was in. Kuwabara had a feeling that his back was torn to ribbons, exposing muscle tissue, bone, and blood to the open air and now to the cold hard rock. His arms felt like jelly at his sides as if they were no longer a part of him. Wobbly legs shook at his weight.

"What about you shrimp? Are you okay?" The human asked, panting as he did so. Finally after he'd said what he had needed to say, his body crumbled unto he was flat out on the ground.

"Whatever the hell you did worked." Hiei huffed in amazement, allowing his sore body to fall backwards resembling a cross. With a thud he hit the ground, but he didn't care. It felt better to lie straight out than to stand. His body still ached, but at least he could feel his muscles unwind and relax a bit.

"I asked if you were okay." Kuwabara chuckled, wincing when his ribs hurt. The demons had done quite a number on the human. He examined his demon friend, noticing that bruises littered him, along with long cuts. He was thankful that the demon lacked the burns that Kuwabara knew littered his own body, but then again would burning a fire demon of Hiei's caliber really be that easy? He was afraid to look at his own face and see the damage there.

"I'm fine." The cursed child growled, before hesitantly adding, "Worry about your own injuries." His cherry eyes were glued to the burns that littered Kuwabara's body, especially the one on his cheek right under the eye. He wondered if the human could even see out of that eye.

"Barely." The carrot top chimed, his breathe coming slowly. His chest hurt him and he wondered how air of bad of an infection he was going to get from exposing his open wounds to the air of demon world. Smiling weakly at his companion, he chuckled at the demon's confused face. "You forget that I'm telepathic just like you." It wasn't often that Kuwabara got one over on Hiei and it made him happy despite the situation.

"Hn." He had forgotten. Staring at the eye the damaged eye, Hiei wondered once again where the power had come from. He had been sure they were going to die or at the very least be locked back up and tortured, but suddenly a bright light had flew from his human teammate. The human had busted with power, energy the likes Hiei had ever seen. He'd never felt Kuwabara pull so much power.

It had caused the guards bodies to disintegrate and then the carrot top had created his dimensional sword, pulling the two of them through the escape gate it offered them. They'd landed somewhere in a forest and took off running, until Kuwabara stopped too exhausted to keep on.

"I'm glad some things never change Shrimp." Smiling softly, Kuwabara felt his eyes close briefly, before feeling something poke him hard in the forehead. He'd nearly fell asleep, which he knew wasn't safe, but his body was so tired. Opening his eyes he found Hiei crouching before him, his pointer finger poking his forehead. Hiei's left arm seemed to be supporting his weight, while his ankles wobbled.

"Of course they don't. Now get up, we need to continue on." Hiei grunted, jabbing him again. The short demon straightened himself to his full height, several of his joints cracking and popping. He felt ready to fall over again and his vision blurred before coming into a hazy focus, as if it was night.

"Why?" He didn't want to get up. The ground was comfortable, well at least better than walking. He didn't think he had the strength to keep walking, if he had to walk he'd die.

"This is too open you oaf! Do you want more demons to feed on you?" Hiei growled, grabbing Kuwabara's arm and pulling the sluggish human to his feet. The carrot top was nearly back on the ground if it hadn't been for Hiei allowing the human to lean heavily on him.

"I can't do it. There's no way I can walk." His feet felt like lead and even the barest of movement now felt like thousands of needles were being stabbed into his skin. He just could deal with the pain anymore. His battered and bruised body needed a rest, to sleep it all off. He hadn't felt this weak in so long; it reminded him of when they'd been beaten by Sensui, but it felt a hundred times worse now. If it hadn't been for Hiei he'd be face down in the dirt and he found he preferred that to trying to stand.

"What happened to being the number one punk?" The smaller man asked, trying to find some way to motivate the broken human. "What about being a man? Some man you are, a real man wouldn't just sit by and get eaten." There was no way he could leave his teammate, but he knew he couldn't defend them if something attacked them. Kuwabara would be no help.

"Stop baiting me Shrimp. I don't have the energy for it." Growling Kuwabara shoved Hiei away from him to attempt to allow himself to fall back against the earth, but once again a quick blur caught him. Kuwabara had a feeling that they could continue this pattern over and over. Hiei was insistent that they keep moving to wherever the little demon had deemed safe. Staring into cherry eyes, Kuwabara sighed. "You're going to force me aren't you?"

"Hn." The demon's answer was short and to the point. He figured that they wouldn't go that far from where they were now, just deeper into the woods. He wanted to find somewhere isolated and protected. It wasn't safe to just fall anywhere in demon world. He wondered if they were anywhere close to the Forest of Fools; that place should still be peaceful. It would be safe to stay there and heal, before trying to get their bearings.

"I always knew cared." Kuwabara muttered and Hiei pretended not to hear, ignoring the other man. It might have been true, but it didn't mean he had to acknowledge the statement and let the world know that he cared for an oaf like Kazuma Kuwabara.

Sometimes the best and truest things were never said, but simply understood.

"It's nice to see you awake." Tsuki said, leaning back against the wall. Her tears had long since dried and she'd cleaned her face with a plant, Yoko had forced to grow for her. The silver fox had comforted her and in return earned Tsuki's respect and her trust. The moon fox hadn't left the silver fox's side, even when he returned to the red headed Kurama. She'd simply stayed to wait until he'd awake. It had taken a couple of hours but the red head was slowly waking up.

"How long was I out?" The avatar asked, rubbing his head. It was still sore from the encounter with the blue haired woman with the high pitched voice. Something about her was familiar, but it hurt him to think about it.

"Since yesterday afternoon, so roughly seventeen hours." She smiled, standing. Working out the kinks in her back, she finger combed her tail for a minute. Her hair was also a mess she realized; she'd have to wash it soon.

"Then it's about eight in the morning?" He asked, still sitting down. The red head had sat up, watching his mistress try and make herself presentable. Tilting his head to the side, he inhaled the smells of the room, noticing that he was in a place that smelled entirely of her.

Looking around he found that he was on a futon, while the rest of the room was simple. The walls were paper, showing scenes of battles and happy times. On one panel was a young demon with spiky white hair with a blue mark under brown eyes holding a small kit. It was vaguely familiar, but he shrugged it off looking around the rest of the room. A large wooden dresser stood off to one side with pictures covering nearly the whole surface.

There were sliding doors, one on each wall. One door smelled of sulfur and water, causing Kurama to guess that a hot springs were in behind that sliding door. Another one smelled of cotton and silk and the red head had feeling that the Lady kept her clothes in a large closet. The third door he checked out with his sensitive nose had smells that came from outside and some of the servants leaving the avatar to believe that through that door was the way to exit the Lady's room. The last door he noticed smelled of another kitsune, along with clothes. He was curious and he desperately wanted to know what lay behind that door.

Did her mate reside there? Had she shared her rooms with another kitsune recently and that had been his rooms? The first question didn't make since, because from what he'd learned of mated kitsune from book was that he would have seen her mate by then. Foxes stayed by their mates. The second question he thought of made more since, but how recent had the kitsune been there and why it smell a lot like Tsuki?

"That was my daughter's nursery." Tsuki's voice cut him like a knife, causing him to look back at her amazed. She had a child? Why hadn't he ever seen her? Though the child could be well on their own, since demons aged so slow, but the smell was so recent. His mind managed to catch onto one thing though.

"Was?" His voice was calm, but questioning. His emerald eyes roamed over the woman. She didn't look like she'd ever had a child; her figure was still so perfect, though she was so lean. His eyes followed her figure as she slowly walked, her cherry blossom kimono making slight swishing sounds on the floor. The fox lady rested her hand lightly on the sliding door's frame, almost opening it to go inside and see her beloved child's nursery.

"Yes, my daughter was kidnapped months ago." Tsuki wanted to open the door and believe her baby would be waiting for her, yet it took one quick glance at the red head to break the illusion. Normally the kit was awake, ready to be fed. Natsuki had so much energy and loved to climb from her crib, but she wasn't able to walk yet, only able to crawl. Tsuki never figured how her daughter escaped the human contraption, but figured it was with her kitsune abilities.

The information slammed into Kurama like a brick wall. So the woman had a child, but she was missing. He felt bad for the mother, watching her face. He'd never seen the Lady with so much emotion in her lovely face and it surprised him. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and offer her some comfort, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't be received well.

Another thing clicked into place as he thought about Tsuki's missing kit. The woman had once said that she needed something from him that he knew something he couldn't remember. She had given him the hint that it was very dear and important to her. Things snapped in his mind and he realized why Tsuki gave him everything, took him in and cared for him.

Somewhere locked deep within his memories, he knew where Tsuki's kit was.

Kurama left shortly after that.

Tsuki wasn't really talking and he wasn't either. The Lady just kept staring at the sliding door leading to her daughter's nursery as if it held all she wished for. It seemed that she so desperately wanted to enter the room, but some great problem held her back so she just stood at its threshold, scared.

The avatar hadn't known what to say. How could he make her feel better? What was he to say when he knew where her daughter was, but couldn't tell her? He knew that she was somewhere, but his forgotten memories could give her all the answers he needed.

And for forgetting Kurama felt horrible. He could help the Lady get back something so obviously precious to her and he couldn't find the strength to grasp it. Even a fool could realize how much Tsuki loved her kit.

"If only I could remember…" Kurama muttered, turning in the direction of his room. He was planning on heading back to his room and find a change of clothes to use after he went to a hot spring. Right now all he wanted was to soak and for a while help forget his troubles as he'd forgotten his memories.

No matter how long or hot the water or even how much his muscles were relaxed Kurama couldn't feel at ease.

Everyone else who had come for morning bathing was gone, leaving him to sit and relax in the water alone with his thoughts. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea and he almost wished for the loud and obnoxious voices of the servants still hung over from the night before. At least he could concentrate on them instead of the thoughts seizing his brain. The fox kept imagining a catapult attacking him with his thoughts until they broke down his walls keeping the thoughts out.

"This is ridiculous, why should she care for me?" The red head wondered aloud, angry for being angry. "Why should I want her to care?"

Kurama was angry because he realized that the only reason he was still in the palace was because of the information he knew. The red head reasoned that as soon as he remembered where the kit was his stay at Tsuki's home would be over. She'd kick him out of her home and life forever, welcoming her daughter back in his place. He was nothing but a means to an end to her.

It made Kurama jealous of the kit he was being used for.

He almost wished that he never remembered her location.

"I shouldn't think that way." He muttered, shaking his head to dispel those thoughts. It was horrible to wish for a child to never be with their mother. Kurama had a feeling that Tsuki was heartbroken without her kit and he realized that he would have been as well if it was his child that was missing. He'd do whatever he could to bring them back to them, to make sure they were safe, even if he had to kill many or kill himself, or even use an innocent person.

Sighing, the demon understood where the Lady was coming from in using him. He'd do the same thing, but it still hurt. He had trusted her and he felt like that trust had been misused. The red head really liked Tsuki's home and wished to stay there as long as possible, but now he wondered if the fox Lady would ever grow tired of him and force some horrible way for him to remember.

He was expandable to her after all, only usable until she had her daughter back…

A tiny voice in the back of his head spoke up just then. It told that the Lady had stayed with him herself all night, when she could have easily let a servant do so. Tsuki had even allowed him to stay in her own room, anxiously watching over him. Scenes popped into his head where Tsuki had dabbed his forehead with clear water and forced him to drink. They were almost a figment of his imagination, but the red head believed in them. The voice also pointed out that she could have locked him in a cell, torturing him until he remembered that it would have been easier on her. Yet the kitsune spent most of her time with him, teaching him things and even giving the avatar free reign to come and go as he pleased.

Tsuki had treated him kinder than she needed to.

"Why does she do all these things?" He asked himself, starting to hope that just maybe the kitsune cared for him. It made him happy to think that she cared. The voice nudged him in the direction that she cared for him, that she did all these things for him, to help him.

Examining all the evidence he had, the red head came to a decision: Tsuki, the fox demon cared for him.

There were only two things he hadn't figured out yet, even as smart as he was.

One was that he had to thank her in some way. The easiest and simplest would have been to remember where her kit was and lead Tsuki to her. But that presented complications. He couldn't even remember his own name or where he grew up. How was he supposed to remember where a kit was? Kurama deemed that he'd somehow get his memory back and in case that didn't work, he'd find some other way to thank Tsuki. And as he thought this, he figured he'd do both. The Lady had done so much of him that the avatar reasoned that she deserved more than the location of her daughter.

But what?

The other thing Kurama hadn't quite figured out was why he cared if Tsuki cared. Why did it matter if she liked him or not? Or is she cared enough to watch over him? He had no clear solution to that question and he wondered if maybe he could read some books on emotions to figure it out, his mind was already thinking of where psychology books would be in Tsuki's library.

As he was doing this another question hit him.

Why did Tsuki care for him and how did she care for him?

He found that his head hurt just thinking about that one.

Hiei slumped down against the tree.

Kuwabara sat across from him or well more like lay. The carrot top had practically fallen when Hiei had stopped supporting him. There had been a loud thud and a clump of dust had arisen. His bloody back was to the crimson sky along with the burned side of his face. He'd be lucky if he didn't have scars and Hiei was almost sure the burn on his face would scar.

The human's behavior hadn't surprised the fire demon because over the last couple of hours, he'd been practically carrying Kuwabara. Sometimes the human would begin to shuffle his feet in an effort to help, but sometimes the pain would cause him to block out and he'd wake up and they'd be somewhere completely different.

Hiei was exhausted as well. His body was sore from carrying his friend and the bones that bad been nearly broke or were broken hadn't healed much during the day. He had a feeling neither of them would be ready to fight for a while and they'd better stay away from any power signatures that had something to them. The fire demon decided that C class and below was alright unless there was a mass of them. He hated that he'd been brought back to such a low level, but justified it by reasoning that soon his energy would replenish.

"I'll carry you next time." Kuwabara was looking Hiei straight in the eyes and it was his way of thanking the smaller man. There was a small smile on his face and Hiei smirked.

"I would never degrade myself to being carried by a human." Hiei grunted, watching as Kuwabara nodded.

"Just you watch, ya'll need my help and just because you said that I'm not helping ya!" Kuwabara whispered shouted, glaring at the demon, but there was a smile on his face.

"Just shut up and go to sleep, I tire of you voice." He closed his cherry red eyes, but Kuwabara could see the Jagan glow bright underneath the headband.

"Hey how can you use that with those cuffs on your wrist?" He asked, curious. Why hadn't Hiei used the Jagan to communicate with Yusuke, Kurama, and him earlier? They could have hatched a plan to escape between them and gotten out of that place.

"If you had been paying attention you would have long ago realized that your energy blast destroyed them." Hiei's eyes snapped open and Kuwabara had a feeling that he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon.

He'd be forced to explain said energy blast.

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Also if anyone is interested, I am writing a novel about MERMAIDS! HAHA! You can read it on my DA account. :D Also i am going on a trip starting Sunday and won't be home untilt he following Sunday. Also everyone I am working now. So yeah. But still I shall write more now :D