Here's the latest story in the Kiara and Kaze series. This one is in the Yu Yu Hakusho realm (kind of) but takes place in "America". If you like it, please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of it's characters.


"Kia, remind me why we're here," Kaze demanded, turning angry green eyes away from her reflection and on her overly-busty best friend, who was currently backing away with her hands up in a defensive pose.

"W-we have to find out where all those slaves are going," Kiara replied, her blue eyes looking off to the side as her best friend glared at her.

"And why did you change me into this?!" Kaze screeched, spinning to see herself in the mirror again. Her long brown hair with red and blonde highlights was gone, replaced by shaggy, sandy-brown hair that stopped just above her shoulders, cut in a way a boy would wear his hair. She was wearing a loose white shirt and jeans which hid her small figure, further creating the illusion that she was a boy. In addition, Kiara had cut down Kaze's size by about a foot so now she stood shorter than Kiara herself at four feet and ten inches.

"All of the missing slaves were guys!" Kiara said. "Besides, you look… innocent pretty-boy cute…?" Kaze threw a punch at Kiara, but the latter dodged it, running away.

"When I agreed to be the slave, I didn't think I'd end up like this!" Kaze yelled. "You be the guy this time!"

"My chest is too large!" Kiara yelled. "Besides, you know what they do to women slaves in that place. Our employer was very specific that the slave had to be male! Or… to at least pretend to be…"

"And if I'm expected to shower with the other slaves?" Kaze asked, picking up the couch Kiara was hiding behind and moving it aside.

"Just use your magic and create smoke or fog or whatever!" Kiara yelled, dodging around Kaze again. "Besides, you did NOT get the worse end of this deal. I have to dress like this! I'll fall out!" She waved at her own clothes, curtsey of Kaze. Kiara wore a skin-tight, red velvet mini-dress, matching heels, choker, and jewelry, with a matching headband holding her reddish brown hair back out of her eyes. "I let you do this, so I chose what you looked like!"

Kaze pouted, crossing her arms. "I didn't change your height," she mumbled. "And I left your hair alone."

"Well, you can't pretend to be a boy with calf-length hair, now can you?" Kiara laughed, happy that Kaze wasn't trying to punch her still. She picked up their two bags, looking around at the hotel room they were about to leave. "We have everything, right?" She asked. Kaze nodded, sighing. "Let's go then. It's just down the street."

"Did our employer mention anything about cameras in the rooms?" Kaze asked, taking a bag from Kiara and following her out of the room.

"He said that there wasn't any," Kiara replied. "Which is good because otherwise this wouldn't work. They'd find out we weren't in any kind of intimate relationship like that and that you're actually female."

"These limits on magic suck," Kaze sighed. "I still sound like my old self, too! The slaves wear clothes in public, right?"

"According to our employer," Kiara laughed. "We'll be okay, even if our magic can't change our anatomy, voices or eyes."

"Yet we can change our height," Kaze mused.

"Temporarily," Kiara reminded her. "You're height and hair will go back to normal if I don't renew the spell every twelve hours." The two walked within sight of the establishment they had been hired to investigate, a dark, red brick building with large windows lining the walls, moving up to six stories above them.

"Whorehouses," Kaze spat as they stood outside. "They're the stain of this world. The president legalizing whoring was the downfall of this country."

"He was a demon, you remember," Kiara sighed, ringing the bell. "And not a good one, even."

"And now demons are in control," Kaze grimaced. "I don't remember much before that day, and that was about four years ago."

Kiara bit her lip. "To think I've already hit the age of twenty-four," she finally laughed as Kaze flipped her sandy hair into her eyes to hide any feminine features in her face.

"A stain," Kaze spat again, not listening to Kiara's comment. The door opened to reveal a large woman with blue snakes for hair and green scales for skin.

"Hello, Madame," Kiara said, smiling happily at the demon. "You must be the one I was told to see. I am Sakura and this is my slave, Maru." Kaze bowed slightly when she heard the names she and Kiara had decided upon the night before.

"Ah, yes," the woman replied in a silky voice. "We have been expecting you, please come in." Kaze picked up the bags they had set down before the door opened and followed Kiara into the main hall. "Your room is just up the stairs-ah, Miss Naoko," she waved to a tall woman with red hair that hung just past her shoulders and soft green eyes in a subtle green dress. "Would you please show Miss Sakura to the empty room next to yours?"

"Of course," Naoko purred, her voice slightly deeper than expected. Kaze looked up through her hair to the woman and was surprised to see red eyes staring at her from beside Naoko. The man who followed her had black hair that was spiked up and red, almond shaped eyes. He was taller than Naoko, who looked to be about a foot taller than Kaze was now, and he wore a black t-shirt and black pants with bare feet, the normal footwear for a slave, and a piece of white cloth on his forehead. He had a collar around his neck and Kaze notice that the Madame was handing one to Kiara, most likely for Kaze to wear.

"Come, Maru," Kiara ordered, following the red-haired Naoko up the stairs. Kaze dropped her head and fell into step behind Kiara, next to Naoko's slave.

"Be nice to Maru, Roku," Naoko called down to her slave, leading Kiara down the hallway.

"Maru?" Roko whispered, his voice deep. Kaze nodded. "That's a nice name."

"And you're Roku?" Kaze asked, resisting the urge to raise an eyebrow. This man certainly did not look like a Roku to Kaze.

He smirked at her. "Yea… Ahem, Naoko named me," he replied, clearing his throat.

"Here we are, Maru!" Kiara yelled, opening the door of their temporary home and leading Kaze inside.

Before following Kiara, Kaze turned to Naoko and Roku and bowed. "Thank you," she muttered, keeping her voice low so as to not draw attention to it being too high for a boy. Roku bowed back and Naoko smiled and waved before they both disappeared into their own room, one door to the right.

Kiara shut the door, taking their bags from Kaze and throwing them onto the bed. "Soooo, what do you think of Naoko and Roku?" Kiara asked, snickering.

"They are hiding something," Kaze replied, folding her arms and frowning at the floor. "We should definitely try to figure out what that is." She looked up at Kiara, who was watching her intently. "I have a feeling Naoko is not a woman," Kaze finally whispered, leaning closer to Kiara. "Her voice is too deep and, while 'she' looks very feminine, there's something off. The only thing I can tell you for certain is that her hair is real."

Kiara nodded before flopping back onto the bed. "Well, the Madame gave me a general schedule and 'Naoko' told me what they usually do during the day and where everything is," she said, pulling a couple pieces of paper out. "We should probably start by trying to be friends with those two and learn what goes on and if they know anything about these disappearances."

Kaze sighed, adjusted her oversized shirt, and put the collar around her neck. "Let's go then. I don't want to be here any longer than we have to." Kiara stood up and lead Kaze from the room.