Pirates of the Makai

Pirates of the Makai
Part Five

It was a clear day, sunny. The light bounced off the silvery waves, mading the day look even brighter. Yusuke squinted, looking intently out over those waves.

“Looking for him?” Kurama eased up beside him.

“Just thought I’d keep an eye out, that’s all,” Yusuke sniffed, “They did ditch him somewhere in this area, right? Who knows we might just run right over him.”

“That was days ago,” Kurama shook his head, “A boat can drift a long ways in that time.”

“Or he might not have. Maybe there’s a little dot of an island that he’s stranded on--”

“Why do you even care?” Kurama cut him of gently, “Thought you’d wish for his death after what he did, I don‘t understand.”

Yusuke didn’t understand either, why he should care for the man who kidnapped him, humiliated him… violated him? But then again was it really that bad? Yusuke recalled those nights on board the Black Dragon when he would sleep in the bed along side of Captain Hiei, those nights Hiei would hold him on the pretense of assuring he didn’t try to run away in the night. His embrace was so warm and strong. Hiei held him like he’d never let him go. And somehow that thought made him feel… it wasn’t that bad.

“He’s gone. I’m here. And you know I would treat you a lot better,” Kurama hissed in his ear, snaking his arms oh-so subtlety around his waist.

“Yeah probably,” Yusuke murmured. Then, “Hey, uh, don’t you gotta be doing captain stuff?”

Kurama chuckled, “You only need one captain on one ship. I relinquished the position to Kuwabara. I’ve sailed theses seas a long time. He needs the experience more then me. Also we’re going to pick up his girl, so this is his mission.”

“Uh-huh,” Yusuke said shrewdly, “And if something happens to this boat Youko lent us, it’ll be his ass and not yours.”

Kurama flipped his hair in an I-don’t-know-what-you’re-talking-about manner and smiled, “Well at the very least, there’s the entertainment value. You remember how he reacted to seeing the ship for the first time.

“Den of Pleasures!” He had shrieked, reading the words painted on the side of the vessel. The words “Den of Pleasures” was written in fancy curlicues in white with little rose colored hearts between the words.

It was a sleek, top of the line, luxury palace on water. It was painted pink and blue, with sails so white they looked like they’d been taken to the laundry daily. There was a hot tub on the deck, a gourmet kitchen in the galley, as well as other sorts of devices. Under the bed in the cabin Kurama claimed for the two of them, Yusuke found a curious apparatus. It was a big box with a crack sticking out on one side and a large brass reproduction of a set of cock and balls protruding from the top, like some depraved jack-in-a-box.

Yusuke laughed, thinking of it all, “Some pirate ship! Gives a whole new meaning to plundering for booty doesn’t it?”

“We are on a mission to nab his lady love,” Kurama reminded. He frowned suddenly very serious, his arm tightened on Yusuke’s waist, “Something’s been bothering me, since our little skirmish with Byakko and Genbu.”

“Oh?”

“They said they had their sights set much higher then being captains, and that It had something to do with you. It sounded a bit more elaborate than a mere ransom too. What would you know about that?”

Yusuke inhaled sharply, “I… have you ever hear that fairytale about Maze Castle.”

Kurama took Yusuke by the chin, made him look at him, “Perhaps we should talk about this somewhere more private.”
* * *
Yusuke sat on the edge of the bed, examining the strange apparatus Kurama had left on the night stand, the same one he‘d found under the bed. He turned the crankshaft, it was like winding a clock. Then he flipped a switch next to the crank and with a percussion of rapid metallic clicks, the brass cock and balls on top vibrated.

“Son of a bitch, what kind of a person buys a thing like this?” He murmured. Then he wondered if such a thing could be really bought or if he had to have it specially made. Neither thought was comforting.

Meanwhile Kurama was pacing their small cabin, his brows knitted together in concentration as he tried to absorb the information Yusuke had just given him. He said, “I had for some time suspected that the tale of Maze Castle was more then a myth-- but Hiei really has a map to it?”

“He did,” Yusuke tore his eyes away from the lewd contraption, “But Seiryu probably took it from him when he….”

“Yes, I would think that he would withhold his rebellion until after he got his hands on that map,” Kurama nodded, “But if legend speaks correctly, then even if he knows where Maze Castle is, he still can’t get through it unless he has the Makai Whistle. And he can’t get that as long as I have you.”

“So once you get me safely back to Reikei, their plans are foiled,” Yusuke concluded.

“Yes, but that hardly seems to be enough,” Kurama hummed enigmatically.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh nothing,” Kurama waved his hand airily. He crossed over to the bed, placing his hands on Yusuke’s shoulders and leaning his face down to his face, “Look it here, we’re all alone with nothing to do. What do you suppose we can do Ko-chan?”

Yusuke elegantly responded, “Uhh.” His eyes involuntary flicked over to the contraption he had been fiddling with a moment ago.

Kurama followed his eye line and grinned , “You’re curious.”

“Am not,” Yusuke protested.

“It’s okay to be curious,” Kurama caressed his cheek, “I’ll tell you a secret, I’ve ridden one of these before. The one Youko had back then only had a pole on it, not this fantastic life-like reproduction-- and it was wood too. It was sanded and polished, but I was always worried I’d get a splinter from it. This is a much better model. I bet the life-like curve of the shaft hits your sweet spot so good.”

“I-I wouldn’t know about stuff like that,” Yusuke turned his face away.

“Ha!” Kurama pushed him to the covers with sudden aggression, “Don’t give me that. What about your lord companion, what was his name? Urameshi? Oh, your dalliances with him are common knowledge, even in Makai. They say that you‘re quite vocal and… hmm explicit in your bedroom talk.”

When they made love, Koenma would often yell things like, ‘Fuck me, Yusuke, oh harder!’ and ‘pound me until I break apart!” or ‘I want to feel your dick hitting the backs of my teeth!’ Yusuke blanched, remembering, “People know about that?”

“Uh huh,” Kurama purred, “You know I’d like to meet this Lord Urameshi sometime. If he’s even half as cute as you…. I bet you miss the sex; the heat, the thrill, that wondrous feeling of being full. You want it don‘t you?”

“I think you’re the one who wants it,” Yusuke murmured huskily. He’d be lying if he said that Kurama’s words weren’t having an effect on him.

Kurama pressed his palm against Yusuke‘s stirring bulge, said, “I just want to watch.”

“You…” Yusuke licked his lips, eyeing the thing on the night stand, “That’s all, huh? No, I-I can‘t.”

“You can and you will,” Kurama purred smoothing one hand over Yusuke’s thigh. Yusuke didn’t notice what his other hand was doing, groping around near the head broad. Then, snap, click.

“What!” Yusuke started. Kurama had snapped a handcuff on one of his wrists. “Kurama, what are you doing?”

“Just playing,” Kurama smirked.

Yusuke kicked out his legs in attempt to wiggle out from under Kurama, but his effort only made it easier for Kurama to flip him over on his belly. That done, he seized Yusuke’s free, flailing arm and secured it with the other cuff. Gingerly, he ghosted his fingertips up Yusuke’s arms to his shoulder. He rubbed them reassuringly for a moment before pulling up on them so Yusuke was kneeling on the bed facing away from him. Kurama continued on caressing down Yusuke’s sides to his front, where he fluidly started picking off Yusuke’s shirt buttons one by one.

Yusuke gasped as Kurama‘s finger tip came in momentary contact with his skin, sending lighting bolts of expectant desire running through his frame. He panted, “I thought you just wanted to watch.”

“First I have to make sure I have an unobstructed view,” he said smoothly a pushed the newly unbuttoned shirt off Yusuke’s shoulders and as far down his arms as the handcuffs would allow, “Relax and trust me. You need this.”

He moved round to Yusuke’s front, licked his lips as he appreciated the masculine cut of Yusuke’s upper body and the handsome bulge growing in his trousers. Seeing it, Kurama couldn’t help but reach out and trace his fingers over it and watched it twitch at the minute attention. He had to see it. As few trouser buttons later and Yusuke’s pants fell around his knees.

“You look good enough to eat,” Kurama purred, “May I kiss you?”

“Why ask? You’re gonna do it anyway,” Yusuke pointed out breathlessly.

“Too true,” Kurama murmured as he brought his lips to Yusuke’s.

Kurama gently chewed at his lower lip then his upper lip, coaxing Yusuke to open his mouth. Yusuke was loath to do so, but that was okay. The kissing was only a distraction. Yusuke was so caught up in his oral battle with Kurama, he didn’t notice the hand slipping ever so slyly down his back, until he felt warm fingers probing between his ass cheeks and glaze his hidden entrance.

“No,” Yusuke tried to buck away from those probing fingers.

Kurama held him fast, “If I don’t do this for you, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“Ah!” Yusuke exclaimed when he felt Kurama’s finger tip press into his orifice. It was only his finger tip, but for a man who wasn’t used to it, that initial sensation was like nothing else in this world. His body instantly tensed in an effort to force the intruder out. But by that same token it made the presence of that intruder all the more evident.

“Hmm, tighter than I anticipated,” Kurama hummed, “This will take some effort… and lubricant. Let’s see….” He moved to fish around in the bedside table draw. He found a little jar of rose scented oil. “Much smaller than the one he kept around when we were together. Then again, maybe he doesn’t need as much with that new man of his, that Kuronue. I bet there hasn’t been any tread on those tires for years.”

“You know,” Yusuke put in wisely, “I’m starting to think that you’re the one whose needing this and I just happen to be here.”

Kurama scowled to cover his pout, “Lean forward Ko-chan, so I can do a proper job of this.”

Kurama helped ease Yusuke down so that his chest rested on the bed with his hips high in the air. The position was a little unconformable with his hands still cuffed behind his back. He felt so exposed too. Kurama planted his knees on the inside Yusuke’s, preventing him from closing his legs. Yusuke heard the faint clanking sound of a lid being removed, he smelled roses. In the next second a cool slick finger rubbed up against his orifice.

“Relax,” Kurama purred into his ear.

As he started to prepare him, Kurama ran his tongue over the cuff of Yusuke’s ear, drew it into his mouth and gently worried it with his teeth. He was good at this, Yusuke thought. His attentions were like needles of pleasure stabbing directly into his brain. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Yusuke to not enjoy it, especially when Kurama’s digit was moving deeper and deeper inside of him. The he touched that special place that made colors explode before his eyes.

“Oh god!” Yusuke gibbered.

Kurama used the moment to add a second finger and then a third in quick succession. He managed to distract Yusuke from whatever pain there may have been by relentlessly massaging that spot. Yusuke moaned as his hips pressed back on those fingers with a will of their own. Why hadn’t he tried this years ago? He knew it must feel good, based on Koenma’s reactions when it was done to him. For some reason, he never dreamed he would be on bottom until Captain Hiei put him there by force.

That was only the first time. The second Yusuke surrendered to him, like he was surrendering to Kurama now. No, it wasn’t the same at all. Yusuke didn’t just offer up his ass to whatever rogue happened to come along. When Hiei did it, it was different. Hiei….

Yusuke remembered the last time; Hiei’s hands grasping his hips, his sooth skin gliding across the inside of his thighs, his thick member filling him up, as his warm breath tickled on his skin. Yusuke remembered the soft grunts and restrained hisses Hiei made as he made love to him. And then when he came… that lusty moan….

“Oohhh Hiei….” Yusuke moaned softly.

Kurama paused.

Yusuke realized what he just said with a start, “I um--”

“It’s okay,” Kurama kissed him on the cheek, “To tell the truth I’m thinking of someone else too. Well, I think that ought to do it.” He slipped his fingers out of Yusuke’s passage.

Yusuke whined. He was painfully hard now, “Please, the handcuffs… I need….oh please, take them off.”

He need to touch himself. He needed to come. But Kurama had other ideas. He helped Yusuke back up so that once again he was kneeling. Then Yusuke watched in horror as Kurama retrieved the depraved machine from off the nightstand. He cranked the handle until the spring was fully wound. He placed the thing between Yusuke’s legs. Yusuke tensed as he felt the cold brass tip press ever so slightly against his hole.

“What are you-- oohhhh….” Yusuke started to question, then Kurama flipped the small switch and the machine instantly generated a magical tingling where it touched his asshole.

“You think that’s good, try it on the inside,” Kurama purred as he settled into a chair near the foot of the bed. He unfastened his belt and without a hint of modestly pulled out his dick and started stroking it. He urged, “Go ahead, lower your hips.”

“Unbelievable!” Yusuke gasped. He slid easily down the pole. It was as if his ass was opening just for it, like it wanted it. But then way wouldn’t it? That wicked thing massaging his innermost passages felt so good.

He heard Kurama moan, looked up and found that he’d removed his pants completely. His legs were drawn up and flung wide open, his feet braced on the chair arms. One hand was busy tugging unmercifully on his cock while the other was operating another phallic devise in his ass. His head tossed back. He was coming. He may not be the type Yusuke would fall for, but damned if the sight didn’t drive him mad.

“Fuck!” Yusuke shouted as he impaled himself hard on the vibrating brass cock. He took the whole thing in, rose off of it and slammed down again. It felt so good. The heat was rising in him, coiling tight in his stomach. He needed to come so bad that it hurt, but he couldn’t get there… he just couldn’t. If only he could just touch himself, but the damned handcuffs!

“Ahh, this takes me back,” Kurama giggled, “Youko used to do this to me. Get me all wound up and leave me with only a fake cock to find my completion while he watched.”

“You’re both sadistic bastards!” Yusuke howled, desperate tears running down his face. “AHHHH!”

He had shifted his weight and when he did, that the vibrating phallus came in direct contact with his special spot. He shifted again to try to hit that spot again. No, shift, no, shift, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Rainbows were exploding in his brain and catching fire in his gut. He was going to come! But then it stopped. The devise had completely wound down.

“What? No no, not fair!” Yusuke sobbed.

Yusuke’s fit snapped Kurama out of his pleasant daze as he realized what had happened. “Hold on I’m coming,” he said as he shot toward Yusuke. Kneeling in front of him, he quickly grasped the crank handle and cranked it.

“Ohhhh!” Yusuke moaned as the thing started to vibrate again on his sweet spot. His seed instantly shot out hard and voluminously.

Four thick streamers of come splattered directly into Kurama’s face, which was unfortunately only inches from Yusuke’s erupting cock. By the time Yusuke had finished and his last drop was spent, Kurama’s face was a white mask, dripping off his chin and matting in his hair.

“Uh, sorry,” Yusuke murmured lamely.

“No, no, I probably deserved it,” Kurama said trying to wipe the stuff off his face. “I see that you’re not used to having your moment denied like that. But it did make it better didn‘t it? You feel more relaxed now don‘t you?”

“Yeah… on both counts,” Yusuke sighed, realizing that he did feel more relaxed. He felt like laying down and having a nap, but, “Uh, can you help me off this thing?”

“Of course,” Kurama smiled and helped Yusuke lift his hips off the machine. He moved the apparatus to the floor and made a mental note to clean it later. He took off Yusuke’s cuffs, kissed him friendlily on the cheek. “You where really a sight up there on that thing, you know. Maybe when we part ways you should steal it, put on a show for your Lord Urameshi.” When Yusuke didn’t respond he added, “Or Captain Hiei, if we ever see him again.”

“Let Hiei see me do that?!” Yusuke turned beat red at the notion, but then, “You really think we’ll see him again?”

“That one?” Kurama smirked, lounging on the bed next to Yusuke, “I wouldn’t be surprised, not surprised at all.”
* * *
On an island not to far from where the Den of Pleasures was sailing, Captain Hiei oversaw his minuscule crew. Rinku was cleaning some foraged vegetables while Suzuki was busy hollowing out gourds to fetch fresh water from the center of the island. Shishi had rolled up his pants legs and waded into the shallows with a sharp stick in hopes of spearing some fish. Hiei knew such amenities would be on this island when he ordered his men to row in it’s direction.

“Man, Captain it’s hot out here, why I got to sit here fanning this blinking fire?” Chu complained at his assigned task.

“The shipping lines are but a few kilometers east,” Hiei told him adding more green fronds to the fire, making it burn hotter and belch black smoke. “If a ship sees this signal fire, they’ll come to check out. When they do, we tell them that we’re sailors who were marooned by pirates-- which funny enough, is not exactly a lie.”

“You sure it’ll work?” Chu said skeptically.

“Keep fanning,” Hiei ordered, “It’s either this or you can start lashing together sea turtles.”

Chu sighed, “Bugger. Of all the wastes--”

“Look!” Shishi suddenly cried from the shallows. He pointed to the horizon, “White sails!”

“Quicker than I thought,” Hiei smirked.

“Not gonna live this one down am I?” Chu sulked.

Hiei’s smirk grew. It was good that their rescue came so expediently, because he still had a few tricks up his sleeve-- or in this case, a bra in his pocket. His hand stole away into his pocket where he kept the torn little silk and lace garment.
* * *
The Den of Pleasures came into port at Hangman Island a little before sunset the next day. Kuwabara was off running almost the moment the gangplank was set down. One of Kuwabara‘s men followed close behind, as did Yusuke. Kurama was dubious about Yusuke’s decision to accompany Kuwabara. But Yusuke waved him off, saying that they weren’t going far and it wasn’t like Kuwabara was going to give him any trouble.

So, Yusuke ran a few feet behind Kuwabara on their way to the bar his sister operated. The streets were already filling with half-drunken patrons. They had to push them out of the way as they hurtled through he streets. But when they got to Shizuru’s the crowd became unnervingly settled. The faces seemed more sober, almost somber. No one went in or out of that establishment. The lights were out.

“Sis! Yukina!” Kuwabara cried as he burst through the doors.

“Kazuma?” Came Yukina’s voice from the dim upstairs.

At the same time Shizuru called, “Bro?”

“Sis, what’s going on--?” Kuwabara stopped mid-sentence as they came into the upstairs room. They found Yukina sitting starchy in a wooden chair, across from woman, calmly drinking a cup of tea. She appeared youngish with pale skin and pale aqua hair, like Yukina’s. She could have been her sister, they looked so alike. But this woman, she was cold. Just her presence made the in the room seem colder.

“This is Miss Rui from Koorime House,” Shizuru told them, “She says she’s come to pick up Yukina.”

“How could she have gotten here so fast?” Kaito gasped, “News of Captain’s Hiei’s decent just got out.”

“We serve many powerful men, so they serve us,” the cold woman named Rui told them.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Kuwabara interjected.

“My, you are naïve, aren’t you?”

“Hey I know lots of stuff about lots of stuff! I just think it sounds like you’re saying more than you’re saying,” Kuwabara barked.

“Enough with the clever banter,” Rui waved her hand through the air, “I was told you would come.”

“By who?” Kuwabara balked.

“By my patron, of course, Captain Seiryu,” she said.

“You’re working for that sleaze!” Yusuke cut in.

“He pays the House; we do as he asks,” she said unbothered by Yusuke’s scorn, “We’ve had the same arrangement with many men, even the late Captain Hiei, though his desires were meager. Anyway, master Seiryu wished for me to pass something along to the Captain-- whoops. I mean the former Captain Kuwabara.”

“Out with it lady. I may be a gentleman, but I still don’t like being jerked around,” Kuwabara groused.

“Here it is then,” she said, “Captain Seiryu has offered to take up payment on Miss Yukina’s retainer, on your behalf. That is, she will not have to return to work at Koorime House. She will be released to you, Mr. Kuwabara, to do with as you wish.”

Kuwabara flinched. He hadn’t expected this turn of events. Seiryu would just give him his Yukina… he scowled, “What’s the catch?”

“No catch really. Yukina’s been living such a soft life here, that she’ll never be any good in the House, so our patrons aren’t really interested in her-- however the young man that was accompanying Kurama, he is of great interest to them. This is him, is he not?” She nodded to Yusuke. “If you accept Seiryu’s generous offer, you may keep your Yukina. He will come to Koorime House in her place.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Kuwabara spat, “Those guys got what they wanted, they’re captains, they’ve got our ships. What’d they need him for?”

“One thing at a time,” Rui informed, “Yes, they got what they wanted, but now they want more; wealth, power. That’s were he comes in.”

“They’re going to trade him to Reikei for the Makai Whistle,” Yukina blurted out, “Then their going to use it to infiltrate the fabled Maze Castle.”

“Maze Castle, that’s a fairytale, baby,” Kuwabara told Yukina.

Yukina shook her head furiously, “No it’s real. I’ve been carrying around a map of it in my bra for the past three years. Captain Hiei gave it to me for safe keeping, you see.”

“Wait. If Captain Shortly had a map for Maze Castle, why didn’t he go for the treasure?” Kuwabara said skeptically.

Yukina sighed, “Thank goodness you’re cute, Kazuma, because you’re sure not very quick. He couldn’t go for the treasure because he didn’t have the Makai Whistle which is required to enter the castle.”

Kuwabara turned to Yusuke, “And were you planning on bringing all this junk up?”

Yusuke shrugged, “Would you if you were in my place?”

“Yeah, I guess not,” Kuwabara muttered.

“Seiryu has the map now,” Rui cut in, “And soon he will have the whistle, when you hand over the boy.”

Kuwabara puffed up, “Yeah? Well now that we know all this, what’s to stop us from running off and finding the treasure ourselves?”

“You don’t have the whistle, the map, or a crew,” Rui pointed out.

Kuwabara said, “I’ve got a crew!”

“Not for long,” she sighed, “Such a waste. If only you‘d cooperated.”

Kuwabara started, “This is a trap!”

“The ship!” Yusuke exclaimed. He turned to run from the room.

Behind him Kuwabara was shouting, “Wait, don‘t run off on your own!” But Yusuke barely heard him.

Yusuke ran through the town toward the docks. It may have already been too late, but he had to get there, warn them if he could. The moor came into view, Yusuke could see the Den of Pleasures bobbing peacefully on the water. There was no fighting, yelling or explosions. Yusuke thought for the second that maybe that woman Rui had been jerking his chain, that there was no trap here. A trap wouldn’t be this quiet, would it?

Yusuke crept up the gangplank. He whispered out, “Kurama Toya? Anybody?” It was quiet. Quiet enough to risk the cliché of being too quiet. Where was everyone? He wondered and then his foot landed in something slick, nearly causing him to fall.

“Blood!” Yusuke gasped when his eyes fell on the red fluid and then followed it to the body it seeped out of. “I’m too late. They’re all dead. Oh Kurama, oh Toya, oh-- hey who is this guy?” He wasn’t a member of Kurama or Kuwabara’s crew.

“Oh, just some dog who had no business being here,” a deep voice rumbled behind Yusuke, just then a set of strong hands seized him around the middle.

The shock of it was enough for Yusuke to loose his balance. But before he could fall those hands tightened, spun him around and pressed his body close to the other’s body. He was left staring down into a set of very amused garnet red eyes.

“Hi-Hiei!” Yusuke stuttered, “Wha-what are you doing here?”

“Glad to see you’re well too, my little prince,” Hiei chuckled.

The sound seemed to echo on the deck even though such a sound couldn’t possibly echo in such a space. Then Yusuke realized it wasn’t an echo, but a second chuckle. He found the second chuckler, standing in a shadowed doorway. It was Kurama.

“Let me explain,“ Kurama started, “Hiei arrived on Hangman Island earlier today, He recognized old Youko’s pleasure cruiser in the harbor and thought it odd. And after a bit of snooping learned that there was a party plotting to sneak onboard and kill everyone. So, he and his men snuck on board first, told me about it and arranged a surprise welcoming for our unwelcome guests.”

“Kay, the explains the bodies,” Yusuke murmured, “But how’d he get here to Hangman Island?”

“I lashed together a bunch of sea turtles and rode them here,” Hiei said dryly.

Kurama rolled his eyes and said, “He flagging down and commandeering a private vessel. Anyway I‘m glad to see you made it back okay, Ko-chan. What of Kuwabara?”

“Here!” The aforementioned redhead popped up the gangplank.

“Yukina too!” The girl announced herself and then spotted Hiei, “You’re okay!”

“I can take care of myself,” Hiei tried to say coolly, but failed miserably when Yukina pushed Yusuke out of her way so that she could hug her estranged patron.

“Oh I was so worried!” She said.

He patted her awkwardly on the back, “Well you can stop worrying now… and let me go.”

“Ah, let her hug ya a little,” Yusuke teased, “Can you blame her, you’re just so cuddly.”

“Yeah, cuddly as a snake,” Kuwabara jeered.

“Eh-hem,” Kurama nudged Kuwabara, “I hate to interrupt this happy reunion, but I think we should get underway before more problems come up.”

“Right. We can compare notes later,” Kuwabara nodded, “Mr. Mitarai ready the sails!”

“Have we a heading?” The boy called back.

“Uh.”

“I think I’ve got a good one,” Hiei interjected. He reached into his pocket and bulled out a small silken bra.

Yukina’s face brightened as he plucked a small piece of torn parchment from inside it. She smiled and breathed, “Maze Castle.”

TCB…
A/N: Is it weird that Hiei’s carrying around Yukina’s bra? Moving right along, more action, more romance, all that coming up. Review, it makes me happy. See ya next time.