When I finally caught up to my Kurama he was with Kuwabaka. I sashayed up, hips swaying in the most sensual way I knew, eyes on my Kurama, but my nose ... my nose was on the oafish Kuwabara. He embraced me with the tangy, irresistible aroma of a man with tuna who knew how to use it.

"Curse my heightened demon senses!" Uncontrollably, my path veered from Kurama to the heady scent of Kazuma. I found myself rubbing my head against his shoulder and making kittenish mews.

Kuwabara said, "Jeez, Yukina hates when I bring one of these home!"