This is the continuation/sequel to 'My Story: Everyone". If you haven't read that, you may want to before you continue. Or at least before I start the third part of the story.

Also: Parts of the conversation and information in these sections will come directly from the manga.

Disclaimer: I do not own the YYH characters or their plot or their world.


Well, the first Spirit Detective I met, after the red-headed boy, was the short-fire demon. I was over at the red-headed boy's house, doing homework, when he was carried in.

"He's hurt," Kurama announced as he carried Hiei into his room. "I need to treat the wound."

Risty jumped away from the bed and started making room. "What happened to him? Who is he?"

"I'm not sure. He's after Eight-hands. I think that's how he got hurt."

Kurama removed Hiei's shirt and started applying herbs to the cut on his chest. It was deep and looked like it must have hurt a lot. They could both sense his Jagan eye and knew it must be new. When Kurama had treated the wound, he sat down and watched the small demon sleep.

"Why do you think he got that eye?" Risty asked finally.

"I don't know. He must have had a good reason though."

"I hear the pain is like having someone twist a knife in you."

"Worse."

They sat in silence, watching Hiei sleep. Eventually, Risty moved into the corner and went back to doing her homework.

After about four hours, Hiei woke up. He sat up in bed and looked around.

Our eyes met for a brief second. He'd said the name 'Yukina' in his sleep. I loved Yukina… You have no idea… Gah, I get ahead of myself. One thing at a time. When I looked into his eyes, I could see just how much she meant to him. I could see the fear he had for her. I could see the hatred he had towards everything.

Hiei became uncomfortable, locked in the hard gaze of the girl in the corner. It seemed her blue eyes could pierce his very soul. He looked away and prepared to leave when the red-headed fox-demon spoke to him.

"You're going out to fight again? I'm not sure you're ready."

"This can't wait and neither can I. The more Eight-hands eats the stronger he gets," Hiei replied.

"Will you at least leave me your name?"

"Hiei."

Hiei… That name would bring so many changes to our carefree existence. I guess some of them were good changes, but… I was never big on change. So the thief left. Maybe half a minute later someone called to ask where Maya was. Well, he left in half a heartbeat…

About half an hour later I ran into them coming back with Maya. The redheaded boy had used dream pollen to erase her memories (and her feelings for him)…

"Great gods!" Risty cried. She ran towards the two boys and looked quickly at both of them before looking Maya over. "Great Nefertiri, what happened?"

"Eight-hands," Kurama answered blankly.

"No duh." She ran skilled eyes over both boys. "Looks like you came out of it pretty well." She tugged at Kurama's ripped uniform. "We can fix that before Shiori-kaasan notices."

"Thanks," he whispered.

"Who are you?" Hiei asked, recognizing the girl who had held his gaze earlier.

"Name's Risty Ryokin. I've heard a lot about you."

Hiei… and that brings us to Yusuke Urameshi, the only man I used to pray to be able to meet...