Hello, everyone! I'm Ame no Kodomo, (just call me Ame) and this is my first fanfic! I love the Kurama X Botan pairing, and I you don't, I suggest clicking out of this story right now and finding a

Koenma X Botan story or something, because I can almost guarantee you won't like this. It's Kurama and Botan! At least, I think… It might be Youko Kurama X Botan. You'll just have to see. Anyway, I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, or its characters. Don't sue me. That wouldn't be nice. No, it would not. Anyway…

Little One: AHEM!!

Oh, sorry. This is the Little One, my imaginary friend! He is also known by many other names, but he hates being called "Little One". So that's what we'll call him!

Little One: Jerk.

Hee hee… And now, on to the fic! I hope you enjoy it!

It was so strange.

He did not know what drew him to her. There was something strange, some mysterious force embedded deep within his subconscious that desperately wanted to be near her. Something that wanted to hear her bright, cheery voice and see her sweet little smile, and never leave her side. He could usually resist it, but lately, it seemed to be growing, and he found himself talking to her at every possible moment. It made him so happy. But it was an odd happiness, an elated feeling with a certain disembodied quality to it, as if the emotion belonged to someone else. He did not pay much attention to that, however. He figured it was just the way being attracted to someone was supposed to feel.

Yet it made all the difference.

For a long time, he had felt the strange urges getting stronger and stronger, influencing his actions and words more and more. And it finally went too far.

He was walking around the Reikai Palace, wandering aimlessly while staring at the pale blue walls when he stumbled into her.


"Botan!" He exclaimed. "I apologize! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"Oh, it's okay, Kurama," the blue-haired deity replied, reddening a bit. Kurama extended a hand to her. She took it and hoisted herself up. Kurama watched as she straightened her usual pink kimono.

"I really am sorry," he repeated.

"And I honestly mean it when I say it's perfectly alright. I tend to stumble into people often." Way to go, Botan, she thought. Further acknowledge your clumsiness. He's probably really impressed now.

Kurama seemed to read her mind, because he quickly said, "No, you don't. You aren't at all clumsy."

The awkward compliment resulted in an equally awkward silence. The two stared at each other for a while, before Botan broke the silence with a sudden, altogether too cheery, "Well, I really should get going. Koenma's waiting for my, uh, report."

"I'll come with you," Kurama couldn't believe he had just said that. It was that subconscious presence again. Stupid, it was like inviting disaster. His tongue was always saying things around her that his brain did not agree with, and his body seemed to act on its own as well. It was the perfect way to make a fool out of himself, and lose any hope of Botan ever liking him. Still, it was too late now.

"Sure!" Botan said, seemingly unaffected by everything. Nothing dampened her sense of enthusiasm.

They walked through the halls of the palace in a stiff silence, with no sound but the sound of their feet on the hard floors and the occasional demon worker rushing past, stacks of papers in their arms. Botan was again the one to save the day with some conversation.

"So Kurama, what have you been up to lately? I haven't seen you around much."

He was about to say, 'Thinking about you,' but he forced it back down his throat and instead replied casually, "Training. What about you?"

"Oh, nothing much. Taking care of Koenma, mostly." She was blushing. Kurama couldn't figure out why until he realized he had taken her arm in his. He was about to release her, but she didn't seem to object. So they proceeded arm in arm down the halls of Reikai Palace.

Botan seemed disappointed when they reached Koenma's office. Kurama reluctantly let go of her arm, and said, "Well, I suppose I'll be seeing you later..."

"Yes…." Botan said absently, staring at him. She suddenly shook her head vigorously, as if to break the tension. "I will most certainly see you later!" she said so forcefully that Kurama almost took a step back.

As Botan turned to leave, Kurama blurted, "Wait, Botan!"


"Will you have dinner will me tonight?" The words fell out before he even realized what he was saying. He wanted to suck them all back in, but the deed was done.

"Sure!" Botan said with an enormous smile. "What time?"

"How about seven? I'll pick you up."

"That sounds fantastic!" she exclaimed, louder than she had intended.

"Botan? Is that you?" A small, rotund face poked out of the office door.


"Yes, it's me. What took you so long?!" Koenma asked. He noticed Kurama standing dazed behind Botan. "Oh, hi Kurama."

"Hello, Koenma, sir." Kurama said, regaining his composure. "I'll see you tonight, then." He quickly walked off, his shoes clicking and clacking down the long hallways.

"What did he mean by that?" Koenma asked, thoroughly confused.

"He was talking to me, Koenma, sir."


Seven 'o clock came sooner than Kurama liked. He wasn't ready for this. He still couldn't figure out what possessed him to ask Botan to dinner in the first place. Sure, he liked her, but- this just wasn't like him at all. Still, he dressed up on his nicest clothes (his mother had helped him pick his outfit out. She had been positively ecstatic when she heard about her dear little Suiichi's date.) and picked up some flowers for Botan (Roses, of course). Finally he was ready.

It didn't take him long to reach Botan. She was waiting for him patiently outside of the palace.

Botan was, for lack of a better term, stunning. She had put her sky blue hair down, save for a barrette shaped like a little purple flower, and it cascaded over her shoulders. Her kimono was the same amethyst color as her eyes, with tiny, deep violet flowers outlined in gold thread decorating the sleeves and the hem. The sash was the same violet as the flowers on the kimono.

"You look lovely," Kurama said, as gentlemanly as possible.

"Thanks," Botan said, blushing like crazy and staring down at the ground. "You look pretty nice yourself."

"These are for you." Kurama extended the bouquet to her. She took it with a smile of genuine happiness and a heartfelt thanks.

Kurama took Botan to an extremely fancy restaurant. They were seated by the waiter, and then were left to talk. Not knowing what to say, Botan studied the menu. This time, Kurama broke the ever uncomfortable silence.

"Botan, what is it like working so closely with the ruler of the Spirit World?"

Botan perked up at this. Kurama mentally congratulated himself. Perfect topic!

"Well, technically, Koenma isn't really the ruler of Spirit World, his father is. But let me tell you, he's a handful…"

By the time the food arrived, Kurama and Botan were laughing too hard to notice. The discomfort had wore off. They were talking and laughing like any two friends would. Kurama was so happy. He had been worried that they wouldn't be able to have a pleasant conversation, but Botan was really easy to talk to. Botan felt the same. She hadn't doubted that they'd come up with something to discuss, but she hadn't known if they were going to have a genuinely good time. However, it was working out better than either of them had expected. They talked about everything from friends to fights to food, and it was a perfect evening. They stayed at the restaurant until closing time, when the manager was forced to kick them out. They laughed all the way home.

Kurama walked Botan back to her room. Their faces were flushed and each bore a smile. It was unbearably depressing for Kurama to have to say goodbye.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye…" Botan said, staring at Kurama. He felt a surge of emotion, and couldn't respond. Instead, he stared right back. She's so pretty… he thought.

"Thank you so much for taking me. I had a wonderful time."

"I did too…" He said, not being able to think of much else to say. He inched a bit closer to Botan.

"Well, I'd best be going to bed. Goodnight, Kurama." Botan turned to leave. He couldn't stand to see her go.

"Wait, Botan!" he blurted. He hadn't meant to say it, it just slipped out. There was something inside of him that wasn't going to let Botan go. It was almost scary.

"Yes?" Botan turned and looked at him again, and Kurama lost all control.

He took her by the shoulders and kissed her. She was shocked, but she didn't do anything to stop him, and so he continued. When they broke apart, Botan was positively glowing.

"Kurama… Why don't you come inside?"

Kurama awoke the next morning in a state of turmoil. How could he have let that whole thing with Botan get so out of hand? It wasn't like him at all. He had not intended to kiss her. And he sorely regretted it. He hadn't wanted to. Well, he had, but… but… it wasn't him. There was something in him that would not allow him to act as he normally would- with sense. But what could possibly…?

Youko. It hit him like a bullet. Of course! Youko Kurama, the fox demon that was inside of him, giving him all his power. Without Youko, he was just plain Shuuichi, an ordinary human.

But Youko had never been able to influence what he did. And besides, what did he want with Botan? It was too absurd a thought that he might be…

Could he be?

It was certainly within the realm of possibility. Youko Kurama may have been a ruthless killer and a thief, but he was capable of deeper emotions.

So right then and there, Kurama decided that something must be done. But to do something, there had to first be solid evidence. He had to know what was really going on. Right now, he didn't even know if it was Youko Kurama's fault in the first place. And there was only one way to find out.

He had to talk to Youko.

That wouldn't be easy, especially because, to a certain degree, he was Youko Kurama. The only way to have a face-to-face chat with himself was to consult someone with very powerful Spirit energy. All he had to do now was track such a person down.

Kurama decided to go to Koenma for help. The Reikai Palace library was full of information on psychics and demons with unusual powers.

With the decision made, Kurama headed once again to the palace.

"So, what is it exactly you want?" Koenma asked, his eyebrows raised in an inquisitive and confused expression.

"I need to find someone who can help me talk to Youko Kurama."

"Ah. I see. You wish to have a conversation with yourself."

"Not exactly. Technically, Youko Kurama is inside of me, not me physically."

"Same difference. Ogre!"

Koenma's ever-faithful demon assistant ran up to him.

"What is it now, Koenma, sir?"

"I need you to search the databases for people who could help Kurama here get in touch with Youko Kurama."

"You mean, like an exorcist?"

"I don't know! Whoever can help Kurama get in touch with his demon side! Now what are you standing around for? GO! " Koenma yelled, spit flying from his mouth. Still, he didn't lose his precious pacifier.

"Yes, Koenma, sir!" Ogre dashed off to carry out Koenma's orders.

"He shouldn't be long, Kurama. You can wait right here till he gets back."

When Ogre did return, it was with good news.

"Koenma, sir! I found someone who can help!"

"Oh, really? Well, don't keep us in suspense! Who is it?" Koenma snapped impatiently. Kurama looked on, a bubble of hope rising in his chest.

"Her name is Akiko. No last name is given, but we do know this: she's half human, half demon. She specializes in exorcism and various other forms of strange Spirit energy usage. I was able to contact her as well…"

"No kidding?" Koenma said, obviously surprised. "You already contacted her?"

"She was listed in the directory, sir," said Ogre modestly. "Anyway, like I was saying, I contacted her and told her about Kurama. She said she could help. She wants to me you…" he glance at Kurama- "in back of that one really big sushi restaurant in Osaka, down on earth in four hours."

"Four hours?" Kurama gasped. "I've go to get going! Thank you so much, Koenma!" And with that, he practically flew out the door.

"Wait!" Ogre called. "I didn't tell you which sushi restaurant!"

"You moron!" Koenma shouted.

Kurama had a slightly difficult time finding the restaurant, but eventually he came upon the right one. He could sense a strange aura in the city, so he followed it.

He had to wait for awhile- he had arrived early.

In about an hour, a shadow began to walk towards him- a shadow surrounded by an unusually strong energy surrounding it.

"Are you Akiko?" Kurama called. The figure nodded. It was cloaked, with a large hood pulled over its head.

"I am Akiko," The figure's voice was unmistakably female. "You must be Shuuichi."

Kurama nodded.

"You seek to be rid of Youko Kurama?"

"No, I don't want to be rid of him- I just want to speak to him."

Akiko considered this. "I can separate you for five minutes. No more."

Kurama wasn't sure if that would be enough, but he didn't have much of a choice. He nodded again.

"Very well." Akiko threw back her hood. Her hair was short, dark, and straight, and her face was stern. She looked like she had never smiled a moment in her life.

"Do you require payment?' asked Kurama.

"No. All I ask is that I may witness you conversation with Youko."

"Alright, then." Kurama said. Akiko closed her eyes.

"Katsu! Tenma narabini hitobito katsu!" she chanted.

Kurama felt like he was being split in two. A green light washed over him and he shut his eyes tightly. An immense wave of nausea overcame him, and he thought he would vomit.

The feeling went away almost as quickly as it had come. He opened his eyes. Almost immediately he became aware of an emptiness inside him. He felt incomplete some how, and as his eyes began to focus, he realized why.

"Hello, Shuuichi."

To Be Continued….

Well, what did you think?

Little One: It sucked. Badly.

Hey, it's my first try! Be nice, please, and don't flame me. Not that constructive criticism isn't okay… Just be gentle. ducks flying objects

Little One: By the way, what was Akiko chanting?

Well, it's probably not grammatically correct, but it's Japanese. It means, "Separate! Demon and human separate!" (I'm still learning, okay?)

Little One: How creative.

--; Sorry! Anyways, see ya!