Chapter 1

The three Asian dressed demons weren't the only one's following Kurama. A girl not much older than seventeen or eighteen slipped silently through the shadows. She wore an outfit of pure black. Her blond hair was long gone but that was because it was now the same black as her outfit. Her brown eyes watched as they threw a Spirit of Words at Kurama and then jumped back and disappeared. He threw it against a nearby pillar as she materialized next to him.

"It's been a long time Kurama. Too long. It's good to see you alive and well, of course I can't actually see because this is a spirit of Words. Regardless I hope to see you in person soon. Back when you knew me, neither one of us were very powerful.

"But that's changed. I've grown stronger. Much Stronger. Strong enough to rival Raizen and Mukuro in the demon world. You remember those names don't you? They were already in power when you left. But several hundred years ago I joined their ranks. And now, I'm prepared for my next accession. I'm planning on dethroning the two of them. And then unify all of demon world as one legion under me.

"But if I'm to succeed in this I'm going to need your assistance Kurama. And so my friend I plead with you to join my crusade. If you believe in the unification, then I beg for you to return to us.

"Oh and one more thing. I almost forgot to tell you. I apprehended the one that stole the light from me. I think you'll be amused as was I when you see who it was. Another incentive to come back to demon world I guess." Yomi said before his outline on the pillar disappeared.

She looked at Kurama, her arms crossed across her chest. She thought he looked hansom in the brown jacket and white pants. "I'm guessing this means you'll be leaving soon." Her voice broke the silence that had been growing since the disappearance of the message. He turned those green orbs on her and she felt a sudden leap in her chest.

"Yoko is saying that he should have believed you when you said he was the one that sent you to kill him." Kurama reported with a strained smile. It was obvious to the girl that he was scared. But most likely not for his own sake.

"Shiori and her new husband are safe. I have three demons watching over them." Rexi reported before leaning over and resting a hand on his shoulder.

After her run in with death almost three months before, she had been growing closer to Kurama. She hadn't been able to help out against the last danger—a crazy past Spirit Detective who had wanted to create a permanent portal between the Demon World and Human World—because she had been in rehabilitation for her body. The damage done to her body by the mixture of Yuki Poisoning by her sister and the torment that had happened when she had run straight into the darkness in her dream had only recently been eliminated from her body. This was the first night she had been allowed to follow Kurama without having Maze or a number of other demons with her to make sure she didn't over exert herself.

She still felt like crap, but she supposed that it would all come back in time. While she had almost died during that span of time in darkness, she had also realized just how much she would lose if she died now. She had vowed to spend the rest of her time either fighting those that wanted to destroy the peace between the worlds, or protecting Kurama and his parents. While technically she still had 3 months before she was a free demon again—a present from Koenma for putting her in danger—she still wanted to do whatever she could to stay a part of Kurama's life.

"You wouldn't mind increasing that?" He asked, rising to his feet from the box that he had been sitting on. "Not that I don't trust them to do their job, but I don't want trust Yomi."

Rexi looked over her shoulder as the three Asian dressed men showed up again, this time behind her. She turned and caught the yellow glob that they threw at her, cradling it to her stomach. When they disappeared, she looked worriedly over at Kurama. She needed no further instruction from them to know who it was from. This was how she used to get word to and from Yomi. But if he could find her now, that could only mean one of a few things. She hoped that he just wanted her help like he wanted Kurama's help. That would be easy to arrange.

"I'll increase it to six just in case." She said and did so through the mic that was in her ear.

"You know, I always thought you looked better with blond hair." He said teasingly, trying to get the air between them to calm a little. It had been so full of tension since she was reassigned to him. Then again, she was trying to prove that she was able to work on her own. She was hiding whatever pain she felt from anyone, even him. He bet that she was in more pain when she was stressed than she let on.

Her breath caught in her throat as he neared, his lips nearing hers. While Yoko had remembered everything, it had meant that Kurama did as well. And since she and Yoko had shared several very intimate moments in their lives, it meant for some discomfort on that side. Then again, she had found she liked this side of the new Yoko even more. When their lips met, she forced herself to pull away, looking down, and her hands pushing against his chest. "When I'm off duty. I still need to protect you, and I can't if we are… Having our fun." She said, looking up at him with a sad smile.

The fact was that despite her be very happy about Yoko remembering everything; she was a tad bit apprehensive of starting anything with Kurama or Yoko. Every time she had something bad had started. First Kuronue had died. Then Yoko had died. And then she had almost died. What if this time something worse happened? She looked at him and then pulled away and threw the Spirit of Words at the opposite wall.

A form exactly like Kurama's appeared on the wall and she leaned against the pillar as Kurama sat down again.

"Hello Choucho, or should I call you Rexi now? Yes. I know that you changed your name. I also know that after you left my service you came in league with Kurama. Right about now he is getting his own message from me. It is too bad that you left my service back then. But I want you to know that all can be forgiven, given enough time." Yomi said with a small smile. "I wish to extend an invitation to you to come and join me. In truth, I have a feeling that I will need your help in order to overthrow Mukuro and Raizen. Your Ysandi based help.

Rexi looked at Kurama and then back at the spirit. "Tell Kurama hello for me, for I'm sure the two of you will be talking this over when you return to guarding him at his new human home. I hope to see you soon." The video dissolved.

Silence rang between them. Rexi knew the threat all too well. She also knew it was real. If he had been watching them, he would know all sorts of things that he could use against them. "We have to go to Chime's wedding in Demon World anyway." She said with a smirk. "Why not go and speak with Yomi." She pushed from the wall and looked at him as he rose from his seat and joined her. They both walked back to his house in silence as they decided what to do.

"Ah, Rexi!" said Shiori as they walked up to the front door that she opened. Behind her was the new husband. "Come in, you look so nice with your new hair." To Shiori, they were dating. It explained why they were out late together and it gave them a reason for why she was hanging out at their house so much.

"Thank you Mrs. Hatanaka." She said smiling as she followed Kurama in and up to his room. "Your wedding was beautiful by the way. Suichi was just showing me pictures of it over a late snack. I'm sorry for keeping him out so long. We sort of lost track of time."

"Oh don't worry about it dear. You two go on up and I'll bring around some snacks—"

"No mother, there isn't any need, please go and be with Kazuya. We can take care of ourselves for the night." Suichi said, walking over and kissing her on the cheek before leading Rexi up to his room. As soon as the door shut behind him, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall. "Are you off duty now that we are under the protection of six demons?" he asked, his body pressing against hers.