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Author's Note: This fic is actually the sequel to another, as yet unfinished story, (inspired by Running With the Crow, by Kahn,) in which - to make a long story short - lots of crap happens, and Kuwabara ends up losing his job as a detective with the Tokyo PD while trying to cover up for Yuusuke and Kurama's demonic heritage. He ended up catching
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He craned his neck to glance behind him, thinking maybe Shizuru had snuck up on him. She could do that, her own psychic abilities effectively canceling out his when she wanted them to. When he was a kid she'd done that all the time. He was fairly certain she was to blame for at least half his paranoia.
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Coffee, he decided. Coffee, coffee. Maybe by the time he'd set a pot to brewing, Kurama would be done curling his hair and doing his nails.
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"We have a problem." Kuwabara sounded terse and a little worried.
"Tell me about it," Yuusuke said in disgust. "I'm getting my ass kicked by freaking monkeys. I hate this game."
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