Hi everyone! So this is my first story. I've been doing one-shots but not full-length stories. I'm really excited to be doing this. I love Youko I find him great! This story is rated for language and suggestive themes. If I get concerned about anything in the story I will change the rating.

Disclaimer - Anyways I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters, that is the property of Sir Yoshihiro Togashi. Who might I add is an amazing man!

"Thieves. Ignorant savages all of them. Not a single one is worthy of being happy. Greedy creatures pushed only to have what is forbidden. None are kind, none are caring, and none give a rat's ass about anything but the gorgeous jewel dangling freely below their noses. The blood on their clothes is nothing, so long as the sought out prize is in their grubby grasps. Fallen comrades are merely an old memory, if that. Most are mere tools used to push others to the artifact. For a moment in time they are content. Pleased with their life, pleased with what they've achieved. But that pleasure soon fades along with everything else around them. In desperation for that feeling they turn to alcohol, sex, killing even. But it's never enough. It isn't until they plan that next heist that they feel a glimmer of that beautiful emotion once again.

Another flicker shoots through their veins as they race towards the location. Castle, cave, forest, village, museum all are possible stops on a thieves quest. Breaking in the adrenaline kicks in, sending an almost euphoric sensation through the mind, body, and soul. Then slowly their gaze falls to what they've sought. The cause of the complete feeling in their heart. The only thing in the world that makes them feel whole like everyone else. Finally they hold it in their hands, relishing the feel of it against their skin."

The female demon stopped her explanation for a moment. Letting her audience take in the words. Tora lifted the glass filled with some sort of alcoholic beverage to her lips, partaking in its sweet taste. Piercing teal eyes rolled around to look at the man sitting next to her. He was as trusting as he was idiotic. He'd graciously let her into his home, not even second-guessing her. Looking down she brushed her hand across her thin tail. She found it an interesting contrast. Solid black except for one spot of blonde at the very end. The clearing of a throat caught the young woman's attention. The man nodded his head and Tora took that as her sign to continue.

"Now you probably think I'm being one-sided in this argument don't you? Calling all people who steal greedy isn't exactly the nicest thing now is it?"

Slamming her elbows on the table she leaned across it until she was right in front of him a small grin on her lips.

"Sure some would commend those who stole for others. Those who steal to support families, help a sick sibling, get a friend out of debt. But in the end they all get something out of it don't they? They get a full stomach and a happy family. Their sibling lives happily and healthy. And they get to shut their bickering friend up. But can you tell me what the thieves really get out of it old man?"

Tora raised an eyebrow at the strange look on the mans face. Obviously the conversation had just taken a very odd turn, in his opinion. Standing she walked around so she was standing directly in front of him, an innocent smile plastered to her bright red lips. The man stood to his feet in a rather fluid movement and gently grabbed her shoulders. Concern was scribbled all over the wrinkled mess he called a face. He was worried about her, how charming.

"What did the thieves do to you child? What did they do to make you so jaded?" Visibly flinching she couldn't help the splinter of anger the rushed through her system. It was killing her high, as was this old man. Time to move on, she couldn't squeeze any more entertainment from this part of the crime if she tried.

"I'll tell you what thieves get. An addiction, a thirst, a hunger that can never be satisfied."

Smirking Tora shoved her man straight through the mans chest watching the array of emotions that played across his face. Pity, he was such a funny old man. Pulling her hand from his lifeless body she walked to the bathroom to wash the blood off her hand, before raiding his room for the one thing she'd actually come for, the Akahana stone. A satisfied grin spread across her lips as she pulled it from its hiding place. The beautiful red contrasted greatly against her pale skin tone. Pulling her top back Tora shoved the stone into her bra before going to exit the house.

"Wa…i..t….yo…u…"

Turning she raised an amused eyebrow at the mans distress. Seems the old man had a bit more life in him than she'd first assumed. Shrugging her shoulders Tora decided to indulge herself a bit more. What harm could it do? Slowly she made her way back towards him. The sound of her boots against the hardwood floor being the only sound besides the mans slight whimpering. Squatting down she waited until she was right in front of his face.

"Oh you sound like a wounded dog."

The fake concern lacing her voice was obviously one of mockery. She had her lips puckered out in an exaggerated way. Her cold finger ran smoothly across his face before cutting deeply into the flesh, creating a fresh new wound. "I hate dogs."

Standing up Tora gave a sharp kick to the mans stomach before heading back towards the door. His screams following after her. Stopping once again she turned back a sweet smile on her lips.

"Oh how rude of me to never introduce myself, my name is Tora Kaminari. Thank you for allowing me into your home. You've been a wonderful host." Turning off the lights she left the house without another word. 'Another life lost, another heist accomplished.'

Sitting in a cave deep in the forest Tora looked at the lovely stone she'd just stolen. True it was an easy job seeing as the man hadn't even put up a fight. Almost as if he knew and wanted her to take it. Odd. Shrugging she decided not to dwell on it too much. Running a finger over the stone she couldn't help but gawk at the beauty of it. Whoever created it was an absolute genius. A small diamond sat in the center of the red ruby that was carved and swirled out to resemble a blooming rose. Tiny diamonds were set in different spots to create highlights in the piece. 'Truly gorgeous.'

Popping the stone into her mouth she held it there as she promptly stripped off her clothes and stepped into a nearby lake. Making sure to keep her hair dry she washed her body off quickly and affectively. Tora had been a thief long enough to know that if you weren't cautious you'd get caught. She hadn't made a mistake yet and now wasn't the time to start. Pulling herself out she shook the water from her body before slipping on a blue kimono. It was a pale blue with yellow flowers placed at random. It was tied with a matching yellow obi. Looking down she remembered just how short it was, seeing as it ended just above her mid-thigh. She looked like a whore. Shrugging she began walking away, pulling the gem from her mouth.

Tora couldn't remember whom exactly she'd stolen the kimono from, not that it really mattered. But it must have been a common prostitute because of how easy it came off and on. How she wished her mind could have stayed on such a simple subject. But it kept running back to the old man. Sure she always felt guilty when she took another's life, but it was theirs or hers and she wasn't ready to die just yet. Sighing she tried to concentrate on the sounds around her and less on her thoughts. They always left her frazzled and upset.

Furrowing her brows, she turned just as an arrow grazed past her cheek. A long stream of red was left in its wake. Tora's eyes widened at the size of the group. This did not look well. 'Run. Run. Run!' It took the sight of another arrow for the words to actually register in her mind. Sharply she took off through the woods. Two things were weighing heavily against her in this situation. One she wasn't familiar with this area at all. This was her first time stepping foot on his land. Tora pushed her hand down propelling herself across the fallen tree. However she was met face to chest with a rather large man. He had broad, burly shoulders and easily towered over her by about two feet. His dark skin seemed to blend in with the dark red of his hair, giving him an almost ominous feeling. The long scar between his eyes didn't make him any more appealing.

"Look what we got here. A little panther demon."

"She ain't no panther look at the blonde."

Looking at the owner of the second voice Tora couldn't help but cringe at how ugly he was. Bright blue skin, orange hair. What else should be said?

"Ha ha ha! We gots ourselves a half-breed boys" Laughed the large one in front of her.

Narrowing her eyes at them she couldn't understand what her race had to do with anything. But it was hard to hide what she was, seeing as her hair colors kept her from both tribes. Instead of countless stripes like her tiger brethren she had one. One bright blonde streak down the side of her head. It covered her ear, making her stand out even more. A blonde ear and a black ear, talk about grabbing attention. Stepping back she rubbed her hands together lightly, noticing the lack of attention it seemed to get. Great they weren't observant! Tora concentrated on sending her demon energy to her hands, and her hands only. After they began to glow a light gold she let a satisfied smirk appear on her lips. Slamming her shoulder roughly against the large man she managed to knock him out of her way. The other was on her just as quickly, pulling some sort of dagger from his pocket. Tora slammed her palm against his scaly blue forehead, sending a bolt of lightening straight through his skull. It made a sickening pop, but she was used to the sound by now.

The shouts and cries of the other men rang into her ears as she once again found herself weaving through the forest. How did this happen? How did she end up fighting with disgusting creatures such as them? She had been careful! She'd planned it all out, well all except for one thing. Tora couldn't understand how exactly he'd caught onto her so quickly. True he was legendary but she was pretty slick. She'd managed to slip under Koenma's nose for years blaming it on others. Never once had she actually been given credit for her steals.

Turning back she was happy, to say the least, to see not a single person behind her. Seemed they'd given up. A bright grin spread across her red lips at the thought. No more running, well for a few minutes at least. It is possible they were just fat, heavy-footed demons. All at once, however, time seemed to stop for Tora as she felt warm breath brush against her bare neck. A clawed finger brushed lightly across her ear, and it took every cell in her body to keep from purring.

"How unusual…"

Growled a deep, velvety voice into her ear. Her suddenly dry mouth was making it difficult to swallow the lump in her throat. What was she to do? Spinning around she found herself staring once again at a chest. This one however wasn't nearly as disgusting as the last one had been. A lovely pale color, so pale it could rival that of freshly fallen snow. Tora just remembered her number two reason for being an underdog, she was in enemy territory. A shriek slipped from her lips as an arm wove tightly around her waist pulling her foreword.

"Now, now Kitten. How about we save that voice for later, hm?"

Tora looked up into dazzling gold as a shard pain run through her neck. It was now that she noticed the large needle in his hand. That would have been helpful earlier. A kitten in a fox's den, and she'd just been caught by their king, the one and only Youko Kurama.

Incase anyone wanted to know Akahana means Red Rose. When I found it I thought it would be very fitting to the story. That and I needed a name for it!