Disclaimer: So…I guess I still own nothing.

Notes: I have permanently decided that no one reads these anyways, so I might stop posting them…

Especially when I haven’t anything to say for the chapter…

Something tells me that might be a smart idea.

Note 1: I am SO sorry for the time lapse – this story just wouldn’t write itself! Hope it’s alright, I’m not so sure I like it.

Note 2: Not a lot of Koenma in this one – it’s getting harder to write him in between since the story is getting so serious. Sorry.

Note 3: We’re back to normal chapter lengths (well, normal for me)

Note 4: I’m not liking Kurama in this story – but he seems to be getting better. Oh well, I went with where the muse had me take him, so I guess I’ll deal with it. I hope it’s acceptable.

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So, since it’s been SO long since I updated (I am so sorry!) you may want to either go re-read the last chapter or I can give a brief update.

The four tentai went in to trade a rare gem for Akuzuki’s amulet, which has the ability to more or less destroy a world with something akin to an atomic bomb, but much bigger.

The tentai are found out and Kuwabara is killed trying to get the other three out. They are taken prisoner. Koenma sends in a backup team.

Genkai, Jin, and Touya arrive to release them, leaving Shishiwakamaru, Chuu, and Rinku outside as a Plan B should they need it. The three going in manage to get the tentai out of jail and run deep into the keep, but Touya and Jin are killed in trying to help them escape.

And that’s where we left off.

I honestly am not sure about this chapter, and I really hope it’s acceptable. This is one of my favorite stories so I really hope it turns out all right.

-o-o-o-

The Last One Left

Chapter 4

Death Four

-o-o-o-

Kurama didn’t know where he was. He couldn’t hear anything but the silent sobbing of a nearby someone, but he had no idea who that someone was. Or why they were crying.

He could not see anything but the black that surrounded him. He could not feel anything but the slight jarring of his motionless form, a rhythmic movement every other second.

But he did not know what moved him.

He could not sense anything about his world, his life, his purpose. He knew that he was there and that was it. There was nothing else for him to discern but the soft, supple cries of the anguished that had yet to cease.

He moved, but got nowhere.

The crying came no closer and the world around him altered none. But he could still here the crying. And he could feel the tears.

Tears. He had not felt tears. He had only heard the crying. But he could feel their gentle trace over his skin. Could feel they flowed from someone nearby.

He could feel, but he did not know where he felt.

The black still surrounded him, but now he could see the edges were blurry, water logged and shaking. He tilted his head and felt another tear upon his skin.

And heard another sob.

Wait…he could feel the tears, see the salty water, and hear the gentle sobs.

Kurama opened his eyes as it occurred to him that he was crying.

-o-o-o-

Hiei skidded to a halt as he felt the fox in his arms stir. The two in front of him paused to look back, eyes asking in haste why he would stop. The fire demon gently shifted his precious cargo, slung over his shoulder in a less than graceful move, but one that allowed him to run.

“Come on, we’re almost to the back of the keep!” Yusuke shouted and Hiei glanced to him. They could hear the distant shouts of those that were following and the fire demon shouldered his lover once more and started running – comfort would have to wait.

They had already gotten themselves lost four times as the fortress continuously shifted on them, making them rats in a never ending maze. Hiei had long ago abandoned his bandana to the stone floor, using his Jagan to see through the walls and never ceasing stone.

But even his Jagan could not prepare him for when the fortress shifted.

Yusuke cursed and slammed his fist into the wall that had appeared directly in front of them, blocking their path yet again and forcing them to trace their steps back. “God damn it!” he screamed out as they took a different turn, avoiding the path they had come from. It had only taken one spirit gun blast to discover that those walls were still impenetrable.

“Come down, Dimwit,” Genkai scolded as she led the small group. “Growing angry will only worsen our situation.”

“Our situation already sucks, old hag,” he replied through clenched teeth as they staggered through another tunnel, barely avoiding the wall that had tried to shut them out and closed the passage off behind them instead.

“Hiei?” the call was quiet and almost unheard by the fire demon and certainly by the two ahead.

“Rest, Fox,” came the soft but stern reply. “We are getting out of here.”

Kurama did not reply and opted to stay in perpetual silence. Three of his closest friends were dead, and he could have saved their lives. He should never have tried to run – he should have been brave and stayed.

Kuwabara wouldn’t have died and Jin and Touya…

Kurama closed his eyes as the image of the ice demon’s broken body flashed through his mind. Hiei felt his lover’s muscles tense but said nothing as the fox made no move to leave his grip or aide in conversation.

Yusuke skidded to a halt as he slammed into a stone wall, his reflexes having not caught the movement in time. He swore loudly as he rubbed his now bruising nose. “I hate this place,” he muttered in spite as he rubbed the injured appendage.

“We can’t double back this time,” Genkai muttered as the sound of Akuzuki’s men closed in, echoing through the tunnels that stretched far beneath the mountain. “We’ll have to break through it.”

“That might take longer than we have!” Hiei hissed but Yusuke had already started punching the stone with ki charged fists. Genkai joined in and Hiei glanced behind them in pure annoyance.

How the hell had it gotten like this?

Growling, he set Kurama down against the wall, checking the fox before he moved over and began delivering as much youki as he could spare without running risk of dying in a battle – were one to happen soon.

Kurama said nothing and did not make any offer to move. His eyes were half lidded, his head aching and his neck sore from the punch his lover had dealt him.

Dealt him to keep him from going post-traumatic.

Not that it could truly be helped now. He had caused the death of three friends – people who were loved and needed.

How was he ever going to look Shizuru in the eye? How could he ever speak to Yukina without the knowledge that he did nothing to save her fiancé? Kurama glanced to the others as they slowly chipped away at the wall that blocked their path to freedom.

He hadn’t done anything to save the three he’d lost, but he wouldn’t lose anymore. He wouldn’t stand by idly again.

Kurama had always been one willing to sacrifice himself, never fully believing he deserved to live in the first place. Perhaps it was because he cheated death- perhaps it was because he lied to his mother about his very existence.

Perhaps it was just the suicidal tendencies of a hormonal teenage boy who had too much stress to deal with.

But whatever the reason, Kurama had promised himself the night he decided to steel the Forlorn Hope – promised himself that he would sooner die than lose someone he loved.

He’d forgotten that promise, but he wouldn’t fail it any longer.

The other three didn’t notice that the fox pulled himself to his feet, slipped the amulet off of his neck and laid it on the stone floor. They didn’t notice as he took off down the hall, his half lidded eyes only partially responsive and only lost to confusion, grief, and most likely the beginning of a concussion. They didn’t notice that Kurama wasn’t there as they demolished the wall.

They didn’t notice – at least not immediately.

When the wall was finished, they noticed.

And Hiei burned down half of the hallway to the point of melting the stone.

-o-o-o-

Kurama halted his movements as he heard the footsteps of men draw close enough to echo eerily through the underground stone hallways. The lights of whatever source they carried bounced across the walls, creating dancing images of ten foot figures with nasty weapons.

The fox shivered as he put his hand over the growing bump on the back of his head. He stood tall and strong and proud – everything a kitsune should be and nothing that he had been.

Curses rang through his head, belittling his actions of the last two days. His friends had been lugging around nothing more than excess baggage. He could not contribute to anything but three deaths and the slowing down of the only three left to rescue.

But he could change that. He would make it clear to Akuzuki that there was nothing to be gained in chasing after Yusuke, Hiei, and Genkai. All he needed would be standing in front of him, prepared to finally give what could have saved his three teammates.

The booted footsteps grew closer and Kurama’s thinking suddenly froze.

What the Hell was he doing? What words had he heard Hiei speak – no admonish upon Yusuke?

Don’t you dare insult his life by saying his death was for nothing.

What was Kurama doing, if not saying Kuwabara died for nothing. And of Touya? He died trying to save them. It is an honorable death, to save ones friend.

Was that what Kurama was trying to do? Was he giving up his life as they had so that he could save his remaining friends?

No…no, he was being an asshole, not a hero.

What friend is he to prove the other’s last wishes wasteful? Kurama shook his head and took a step backward, away from the clank of metal and the heavy thud of footfalls.

What was he doing?

He was so confused – He couldn’t remember anymore.

Kurama’s vision shifted, those horrendous shadows on the walls became two, tilting and spinning. Heat washed over him blearily and he stumbled, his stomach rejecting what little remained in it and emptying its contents on the stone floor.

This was all wrong. What an idiot.

His head hurt so badly.

He stumbled back blindly, away from those monstrous forms that ran down the halls towards him, away from the blaring noise of foot and weapon. Arms grabbed at him and he tried to cry out, to scream – to do anything but a hand clamped over his mouth tightly as others grabbed at his arms.

“Shut up, Kurama!” Yusuke hissed as he pulled the fox back into the shadows of an alcove built into the hallway. It was meager protection, but he had to get the kitsune back under control.

Hiei’s eyes were blazing with anger as he marched right up to the detective and the now delirious, but calming fox. Kurama barely had a chance to lock eyes on him before one of those tiny hands had embedded themselves in his collar, yanking him to face the fire demon’s fury and out of Yusuke’s hands.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Kurama?!” he seemed to scream, though the disoriented fox would not have been able to tell that he was merely whispering harshly. “If you think sacrificing yourself will stop the pain than think of those that you’re leaving behind! You think we would just safely leave knowing you still remained!”

Kurama clenched his teeth shut as the fire demon shook him, desperate to recall the smooth and calm logic that the fox was so well known for. And while it still lay there, deep within the surface, the kitsune of the present was lost under the panic of his human half and the concussion of the other half.

Hiei suddenly pulled Kurama into him, crushing the human against his chest as he clung almost desperately to his lover. He whispered – a mix of menace and deep worry – “You would save none of us by staying. We would all die coming back to get you so please…just stay with us.”

Kurama closed his dilated green eyes as they glossed over with the tears he felt he no longer deserved to shed. He was such an idiot. “Forgive me,” he whispered against his lover’s small, thin neck. “I see that now.”

Yusuke stepped forward, shoving the amulet over the surprised Kurama’s head. Once that had been righted, he grabbed the fox’s hand and yanked, deciding that the pow-wow had to end lest they be caught. Akuzuki’s men were now within visual range and even as they began sprinting down the hallways, one of the guards shouted their sighting.

“Fuck!” Yusuke swore vividly, adding on another ten words before he felt even the least bit satisfied with his mini-rant. He glanced behind him, still grasping the strengthening fox’s hand. “We’ll never outrun them now.”

No one in the group missed the small, but strong whisper coming from the redhead. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, K’rama,” Yusuke replied as he made a quick left turn before the keep could shift and block them once more. “Everyone’s got a breaking point – it’s amazing you haven’t hit it sooner.”

“Let’s just focus on getting out of here,” Hiei growled out as he pushed both Kurama and Yusuke flat against the side wall rather harshly. Several rather primitive weapons consisting of arrows and spears flew past them.

Yusuke looked down the hallway as Hiei took over guiding Kurama (who was by now insisting that his youko side was calming his human and therefore he was fine.) The two of them were moving quickly down the hallway.

“We’re screwed,” The dark haired detective muttered angrily and ran. He hadn’t made it ten feet when he came to a skidding halt, nearly toppling over Genkai, who had suddenly stopped all movement.

“What is it, Grandma?” he growled out in annoyance as he tugged on her sleeve. “We don’t have time for anymore chit-chat!”

Genkai, surprisingly, shoved him back and Yusuke’s eyes widened as he skidded a good ten feet down the hallway from her harsh shove. “Go,” she croaked out in her ancient but ever-wise and sharp tong. “Get yourself out of here, Dimwit.”

By this time, Hiei had noticed and slid to a halt not twenty feet away from the old master. Kurama’s eyes widened and he looked ready to come back, biting his lip at Genkai’s sharp reprimand.

“Don’t even, Fox-boy,” she bit out but a small smile crept over her face – one of mischief like in the old days. “I’m old and I’m tired of running. I’m going out with a bang. Get him out of here, Pryo.”

Hiei took that she was addressing him and gave a stiff nod, turning and yanking on Kurama’s hand. The fox looked ready to argue but his lover gave him no choice, pulling yet again as he started to run down the hallway once more. Kurama had no option as he followed his lover, renewed tears streaming down his cheeks, but he said nothing and did not fight him.

It was Genkai’s wish – he’d respect it this time.

Yusuke looked on in shock at his teacher. His voice was quiet as he whispered, “Genkai…”

“Oh don’t go all soppy on me, you idiot,” she muttered out, rolling her eyes. However, even the aged master could not hide the small smile that continued to lie on her face. “Pass on my teachings, and maybe I won’t haunt you from my afterlife.”

The dark-haired detective could only stare for a moment before he shook his head, a mischievous glint back in his own smile. “Heh,” he muttered out in a small laugh. He looked to his teacher and watery brown depths met one another.

They understood everything that would ever need to be said.

“Don’t die too easily, Grandma,” he said quietly but with his ever present attitude. With that, he turned and sprinted down the hall as quickly as he could.

He had said his goodbye.

“Remember who you’re talking to, Dimwit!” The sharp reply flowed down the hall and a slow, sorrowful smile spread across his lips as tears rolled down his cheeks.

She had said hers.

-o-o-o-o-

Hiei skidded to a halt as they met a stone wall – but this time they had no reason to fear. This one was true rock – they finally hit the mountain rather than the keep. In the center of the rough, misshapen rock was a square out-cutting, pitch black but with enough indication of a slope upwards.

“Cave-in opening,” Kurama muttered quietly as Hiei stuck his head inside of the rough cutting. It was not very large – perhaps two feet by two feet. Small, but well enough for a body to fit through and it would due. It was their only hope of escape right now.

“Go first,” Hiei began but stopped when Kurama met his eyes.

“I’m waiting for Yusuke, Hiei,” he said softly, in a voice that clearly said he was speaking the truth: he would wait. “If he doesn’t come, we will leave-”

“He’ll come,” Hiei interrupted with a curt nod even as they heard the quicker than human feet approaching. Yusuke slid to a halt beside them, tears pouring down his cheeks.

“What the hell are we waiting for?” he asked in a rushed voice, high in both anxiety and sorrow. “Let’s get the fuck out of this place!”

Kurama nodded and ducked into the tunnel. He knew that Yusuke was trying to comfort him – afraid of what another loss might do. But he had done enough; he had caused enough pain and grief and he wasn’t going to do it anymore.

It was Yusuke’s time to mourn, not his.

Yusuke darted in after him, Hiei all but shoving him into that tiny opening where his shoulders did not want to go. He felt the fire demon crawl in after, being the smallest and easily moving in the tunnel where the others were slow.

“Good think Kuwabara ain’t here,” the raven-haired detective muttered. “He’d never fit in this thing.”

Up ahead of him, he heard Kurama give a choked sob that sounded surprisingly like a laugh. Yusuke smiled slightly.

They were getting out of this.

“Kurama!”

The three froze in the rock tunnel at the angry, harsh call from Akuzuki. His voice was savage with rage but also held a malice then sent shivers through the tentai.

“Kurama!” he called again and Yusuke put a hand on the fox’s calf, not able to reach anything else. “Come out of that rat’s hole and face this like a man!”

“Go fuck off, dude!” Yusuke screamed back even as Hiei lay down on his back so he could look down the gentle slope towards that square of light. He put up a kekkai to keep any attacks away from them. In the narrow tunnel, any attack would hit them without chance of getting away.

They could hear the quiet mumbling of Akuzuki’s men and a soft thud but nothing more. Hiei frowned, being able to discern the sounds the sharpest, and having heard the drawing of a sword.

Something in the pit of his stomach told him this was not a good thing.

“Don’t worry,” Kurama whispered quietly. “We’re in the mountain – He can’t control the rock around us, only his keep.”

Yusuke nodded and nudged the fox. “Keep moving.”

However, before Kurama could edge forwards once more, that deep voice cut them off again. “Kurama. Had you come out, she would have been spared!”

The fox’s eyes widened at the pronoun and he looked back, seeing Yusuke staring at him with wide, dreading eyes.

But only Hiei saw one of Akuzuki’s guards duck into the tunnel and throw something towards them. Even he shook in horror when Genkai’s head hit his barrier. “Move!” he scream upwards. “Go, now!”

Yusuke looked back in time to see the remains of Genkai roll back down the gentle slope, leaving a trail of blood.

He screamed.

“Fuck!” Hiei swore as he felt the youki in his friend and teammate build up and snap, releasing the blue energy to tear through the hall. Hiei was slammed against his own barrier, which broke moments after and sent him tumbling down another few feet, dangerously close to the opening back into Feroc Keep.

Kurama tried to call out to Yusuke, to calm him as the rocks around them began to shake and tumble. A cave in was sure to come and he laid down on his back, inching down to Yusuke even as that crazed energy pushed him away.

The detective’s eyes were wide beyond belief, circles under his eye showing in extreme in horror, grief and lost. Tears flowed from the unresponsive orbs, streaming down his cheeks as he sat there, screaming his anger and sorrow. His hands fisted in the stone were breaking it, pushing craters farthing into the mountain below.

“Yusuke!” Kurama screamed out as he managed to grab the detective and pulled him down against him, chest to chest as Yusuke’s tears soaked his shirt. The raven-haired man suddenly went limp, his screams dying and turning into harsh, broken sobs that racked through his body and into Kurama’s.

The fox held on as the mountain shook around them.

Hiei scrambled back up, encasing them in the strongest kekkai he could manage with the slowly draining ki that remained. He stumbled onto his stomach as he barely avoided a rock falling.

“It’s going to cave in!” he screamed out as he added to the barrier. He could hear Akuzuki’s men panicking below, the keep coming down with the mountain and the weakling guards fearing for their lives.

He could hear Akuzuki’s furious snarls drained in the sudden thunder that rumbled the air and the ground alike.

And then he could hear nothing at all.

-o-o-o-

Kurama slowly opened his tightly shut eyes as the ground stopped moving beneath them. Yusuke was sobbing silently within his tight grip and he could feel those mourning tears soak his shirt, those angry fists clenching his clothes.

He glanced around at darkness and frowned, seeing nothing – the light was gone.

“Hiei?” he called out, his own voice sounded weak. He cleared his throat and tried again, sounding no better.

“I’m hear fox,” came the slightly muffled reply as he sat on his calves, hunched over to avoid the ceiling, which was riddled with cracks and chipped stone. “The kekkai held. The tunnel’s blocked off on the keep’s side.”

“Unfortunately,” the fox responded in a whisper, fearful that a raised voice might shatter the shaky ground around them. “It would appear that this side is as well.”

“Shit.”

Kurama could only give a light smile at the understatement of Hiei’s curse. Yusuke wiggled in his arms and he looked down at the brown eyes that looked up. They were still sorrowed and old, they were so very old.

“Let’s get out of here,” came the croak of his voice and he cleared it. “I ain’t letting Genkai’s death go to waste. Not this time.”

Kurama nodded and shifted, letting Yusuke pull away. “You didn’t waste her death last time, Yusuke. And you won’t now. How do we get out?”

The detective shook his head. “I don’t know, but we’ve got to work quickly. We might be out of danger right now, but if we don’t move soon, Akuzuki will find the opening and then we’ll be sitting ducks.”

“I’ve never liked ducks. They have sharp teeth.”

Kurama and Yusuke both froze to turn their heads and stare at Hiei, who was looking back with an expression of such seriousness that both boys suddenly burst into laughter.

They didn’t know why they laughed. Maybe because Hiei had made a joke.

Or because they were so lost.

Perhaps because death seemed so close.

Whatever the reason, they laughed until the mountain rung with the joyous sound of the three joining in the one thing that had done them good in the last two days.

And then they began to dig.

-o-o-o-

Larry always liked his name.

He had given it to himself, feeling it fit him rather accurately and he was proud to have a name, since his mother had not given him or his fourteen siblings any such thing.

Larry the Lizard.

It had such a nice ring to it, a happy-go-lucky feel that made him quite the merry reptile. Wiggling around on all four legs, feeling his tail sweep out behind him, he made his way around his new home.

It had been formed by the Great Shake, which only recently had stopped and formed this most wonderful cave, large enough for at least four lizards to live happily!

Yes, here he would make his family.

Larry the lizard was just beginning to settle into his home, flicking out his tongue to test the rock and the scents when he heard the loudest rumbling, but not as loud as the Great Shake.

It was more subtle, like the sound of the spiders that would push rocks aside to dig their own homes.

Larry didn’t like the spiders much, and hoped his home wasn’t infested with them. Fighting a spider was hard work for a lizard and he didn’t feel it was a good Welcome-Home party gift.

He turned towards the rock at the back of his new home as smaller tiny rocks began falling from his sturdy new place. Fear twitched at him and he took a defensive stance, backing up on his four legs and staring sharply, tongue flickering.

Don’t let it be a spider.

Something green peaked out of the rock, slithering slightly.

Don’t let it be a green spider!

It poked out further and Larry relaxed slightly to see it was long and slim, wiggly like. Sort of like a-

It was a snake!

Larry tried to run from the green thing.

The snake struck before he could run from his new home, which caved in with the sudden movement of the green snake.

-o-o-o-

Kurama frowned as he felt the energy of his plant spike. “I think the vine just ate something.”

Yusuke looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Something? Like what, a rock?”

Kurama rolled his eyes, ignoring his friends retort. “No, it was a living creature. The plant is carnivorous – somewhat like a ningen Fly Trap. It’s a good sign, Yusuke,” he said at the obvious negativity Yusuke was taking this as. “It means the vine broke the surface.”

“Good, now make it dig!” Yusuke demanded, regretting it when Hiei elbowed him harshly in the thigh. “Ow!”

“Relax, Detective,” Hiei commanded in his own right, leaning against the wall. His breathing was slightly labored and there was a light sheen of sweat on his skin that Yusuke was not used to seeing. “Kurama is doing the best he can.”

“Hold on a little long, Hiei,” the fox whispered from the front, his hands pressing against the cave in that blocked their way to the surface. Thin green vines were feeding from either of his hands, wrapped around his fingers like a mess of string and disappearing between the rocks and cracks, feeding up the fifty feet of fallen rock to the surface of the mountain side. “We’ll get you out soon.”

It had been mere minutes ago that Yusuke had quickly learned what his two friends had hidden from him: Hiei was slightly claustrophobic.

Up on the mountain side beneath the sinking sun, the vine finished its meal of Larry the Lizard and turned on its master’s command. Four more of its kind joined it as they broke through the rock and they began working together to shift the heavy stones away from the tunnel that once existed.

More and more vines burst forth from the fallen rock and aided in moving them, throwing them aside to tumble down the mountain side or simply roll off out of the way. The plant worked fast under their master’s direction as Kurama kept his eyes closed, envisioning the mountain side and the tunnel he wanted, forcing his vines to dig for them.

It was a half an hour before the tentai heard the rumble of shifting stones.

“You’re doing it, Kurama!” Yusuke cried out as the stones in front of them began to shift and rumble. It was taking longer now, as the vines had to seek down the tunnel they were forming, grab rock and pull all the way back out all fifty feet. Some of the vines were using an assembly line to pass off the rocks but Kurama mostly let them do anything they wanted, just as long as they cleared out the rocks.

Ten more minutes and Kurama pushed against the stones in front of them. They tumbled down to reveal more than fifty vines filling the tunnel, some still clearing rock. Yusuke gave a course cheer and Hiei let out the first smile he’d had in a long time.

The kitsune summoned the vines back into the single seed, tucking it into his hair and started scrambling up the tunnel, his friends behind him.

-o-o-o-

By this time, Genkai’s soul had arrived in the Reikai, pissed beyond all hell that we weren’t doing more to get her students out.

But seriously, we already had the death of two great demons, one of the best tentai I’ve had, and a master three-worlds famous.

What else could we send in if they couldn’t accomplish a rescue?

And I understand how brash and harsh that must sound – how cold you must think I am now. But my father controlled everything and there was little he was willing to do at that moment.

Truth be told, he and the other gods were holding council at that time.

If Akuzuki managed to survive and get his hands on the amulet, he could destroy one of the three surviving worlds. The gods were preparing to retreat into hiding so that they would not be killed should Akuzuki choose the Reikai.

The cowards.

They talked of running like everything was over. Perhaps if they had stayed – taken the initiative, trust in my tentai, sent in huge numbers to stop Akuzuki…

Perhaps all of Reikai would not have suffered.

Perhaps Hiei, Yusuke, and Kurama would still be alive.

Perhaps we could have saved them.

But we didn’t and they’re dead now.

-o-o-o-

I fear my readers that here I came across another paper. We are up to four that I have found, and I fear with these last words that three more are soon in the coming. It is, as all have been, old and nearly gone, but still the life is written here.

File: RJ50217

Account: Death Four

Handles By: Koenma, Jr. Lord of Reikai

Name: Master Genkai

Age: 52 years

Birth: June 14, 1953

Death: September 27, 2005

Cause: Decapitation

-o-o-o-

For those of you wondering: Genkai took a shit load of them with her when she died. 8D

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, short as it was (I can’t believe I’m calling fifteen pages SHORT! God damn long chapters. T.T)

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