A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for checking this story out. It actually started out as a Yomi story, but then I figured he probably wouldn't want to mate a human. So now it is a Kurama story! (I will try another Yomi story later...)

This is just the first chapter of the story and I can't be positive when I will get around to updating it, but I will try. I want to warn you that this will be a rather dark story and may not be for anyone faint of heart - I plan to have some gore and some sexual scenes.

Anyway, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Yu Yu Hakusho characters. Blake Meister, however, is mine.

"How does the jury find the defendant?"

"We the jury find the defendant guilty of all charges."

The court room burst out in excited chatter. The infamous 'Killing Casanova' had finally been caught and convicted.

Next to the two District Attorneys congratulating each other on their win, Blake Meister sat, silently thanking her lucky stars that this horrendous affair was over. For the past six months, her life had been a living nightmare trying to figure out who the killer was and how to catch him before another young woman was killed. What had made it a true nightmare was that her dearest friend was the third girl attacked.

The horror of getting a call that another body had been found, and then going onsite to investigate, only to discover that the dead body belonged to your best friend. Blake shuttered at the memory.

She slowly stood up and began to pack her report into her briefcase. All she wanted right now was to get out of that court room in peace.

"Good job, Ms. Meister. Everyone on the team greatly appreciates the effort you put into this case. I know it was difficult for you." She turned to the D.A. that had spoken to her.

"Of course, Mr. Coleman. I just wanted to see the man caught for what he did. No matter how hard it was for me personally, the job had to be done by someone."

"Well we are all glad it was you. I don't think anyone else could have figured out that mystery."

She offered a small smile. Old Mr. Coleman was a very pleasant man to work with. Blake just wished the circumstances had been different.

"We all know how trying these past months have been. Blake, please take some time off. Everyone in the office thinks it would be good for you. No one should have to deal with what you were put though." He knew she had worked around the clock to find every possible detail that would close the case.

She gave a heavy sigh. "I'll think about it. I do have to check with Chief before deciding anything else. As a matter of fact, that is where I am heading right now."

Mr. Coleman nodded. "We can simply put you on conference call for the sentencing next month, if your testimony is even needed. So you just be carefuland take that vacation. And please get plenty of rest."

Blake turned back to her briefcase and picked up her last paper before slowly walking around the D.A.'s desk to head out the courtroom door. Once again she was stopped.

"Please accept my condolences, Ms. Meister. I know this was a difficult case. And your first one out of college, too. I can't even imagine." It was the defense counsel.

I guess it was too much to hope for a quick escape, Blake thought. She put on a smile. "Thank you Mr. Drake. It was a hard case to deal with. All I would really like to do is head home for a long bath. If you would please excuse me, I'm sure there is the press to handle today as well." They both shared a sad smile and turned away.

Blake made her way past the rest of the people without having to stop and managed to find an out of the way door to the courthouse parking lot. She got in her car and hastily drove to the Chief's office. She had a report to turn in and then finally, finally, she could go home to rest.

Chief's office was actually the third floor of the West Side FBI building. She stepped out as soon as the elevator dinged. Normally, Blake wouldn't ride in an elevator, but today was a different story.

Every officer on the floor stopped talking and turned to look at the new arrival. They all knew about the case Detective Meister had just wrapped up. None of them wanted to be the one to speak first.

Blake was thankful for their silence. She just had to hand the folder to Chief and then she could go home. Her eyes stayed glued to the tile floor as she briskly walked over to Chief's office door – he was the only one on that floor with an actual office. She knocked and strode in without waiting for permission to enter.

She tossed the manila folder with her report onto the desk. "Here. I put in everything relevant. If it's not there, it didn't have anything to do with what occurred in court." She could almost feel the warm bath water she had been wishing for the past two hours.

Chief picked up the folder and rifled though it. "Everything appears to be in order. Is there anything else, Meister?"

"No, that's all."

Chief looked up over the folder to peer at her face.

"Close the door, Ms. Meister."

Blake stared at him in surprise before quietly shutting the door. She took a seat in front of the desk and folded her arms. "Was there something you needed, Chief?"

He silently gazed at her, taking in all of the changes to her person that had happened since she first began working under him.

Blake Meister had come to him after a personal recommendation from a close friend, with the impression that she was just another hot–headed detective fresh out of college, most likely thinking she was invincible. He thought she would balk at what she was expected to see and do. How wrong he had been.

She was calm and level–headed, always thinking and almost never brash. She was intelligent and followed her gut, knowing exactly how she wanted to act; she made her conclusion fit the facts, not the other way around like so many others tried to do.

Chief had honestly never met someone as good at this job as her.

Looking at her now, you'd never know she was a young twenty – something that had just graduated less than a year ago. She had easily lost ten pounds and couldn't be getting more than an hour or two of sleep each night. She had obviously taken less care of her hair and body and a look of pain was in her eyes almost constantly.

Taking a deep breath, Chief finally voiced his thoughts.

"Blake, you need to rest. Go someplace and just get away. You need to live again." There. It was out.

Blake felt a wave of relief at his words. She had wanted to leave the northwest ever since she had had to check on a body discovered on a forest trail in the middle of a storm. She needed a change. "I like that idea, but there's a lot left to do here. I put everything on hold so I could finish this case."

"No, you need to go on leave. Get your health back. You look like a wraith. Go visit with family or something."

"I suppose I could go visit my cousins. They've been bugging me to stay with them since graduation."

"Good, good. I can give you extended leave and you can visit the Kuwabara's."

Blake faintly smiled. She had missed her lovable cousins and needed time away from the country. She could go to Japan for a couple of months and get away from all of the hype surrounding the murders she had solved.

"Alright, Chief. I'll call Shizuru up and see about staying with them. All I ask is that I can keep my badge and credentials while I'm there. Deal?"

"Deal. Give my regards to your family and don't come back to the office until you've gained back those ten pounds. Oh, and try not to attract too many dead bodies will ya?"

This is so ridiculous, Blake thought. She had been waiting for an hour and a half for her cousin to pick her up at the airport. It was bad enough that she had to sit though such a long flight, but now she had to wait in an airport that was filled with people who were giving her odd looks. Pale skin, stormy sea eyes, and golden brown hair really stood out when you were standing in the middle of a flood of Japanese people. Oh, how Blake wished her cousin would hurry up.

She glanced up every time a rough voice spoke, thinking it might be her cousin. She may speak fluent Japanese thanks to her mother, but it was so easy to tune the words out that she was now only listening for the gruff voice of her cousin.

A loud voice eventually called her name from her right. She looked up from her people watching and mental complaining to see a tall man with ginger hair. "Hey Blake! Over here!"

She pushed herself off of the pillar she was leaning against and strolled over to the man. Her first real smile in nearly six months pulled across her face. "Hi Kazuma! It's been so long. Good to know I can always rely on your hair to stand out."

His narrowed eyes looked her over. "At least my hair is the only thing that does stand out. And at least I have some meat on my bones. Have you even been eating?" Kuwabara knew his cousin from the states had a difficult job, but if she was neglecting her health, he and Shizuru would have to intervene.

Blake didn't appreciate the jab. "I know. I've lost weight. It's been a long six months," she snapped out.

"Don't worry, Blake. We'll make sure you don't starve." He threw his arm across her shoulder and steered her toward the luggage claim. "Let's pick up your bags and head home. Sis probably thinks I got lost or somethin' on my way here."

The drive to the Kuwabara house had been relatively quite. Blake and Kuwabara exchanged stories from the past couple years while Blake watched the scenery go by the SUV's window. It had been years since she had visited Japan. Her last trip here was when she flew out to celebrate her own and Kuwabara's thirteenth birthdays. Their birthdays were in the same month, so everyone decided it was time to have another cheerful family get together.

Her mother's funeral had been the previous time Blake got to see the rest of her family.

Kuwabara interrupted her trip down memory lane. "Just to warn you, we already had something planned and it was too late to change the day when you called to tell us you were coming to stay. Shizuru and I are having a casual little 'party' with a small group of friends."

Blake raised an eyebrow in question.

Kuwabara got the message. "It's only a few people. Do you remember Yusuke Urameshi? It'll only be him and his girlfriend Keiko, and like four other people. You can just stick around to say hello and then disappear to your room."

"I will hold you to that. Although… I do kinda remember Yusuke and Keiko. And if I remember everything correctly, this should be a very interesting evening." Blake smirked. She remembered Yusuke Urameshi alright. That incident was one of a very few pleasant memories from the time of her mother's death. Walking with Kuwabara to the drugstore only to have his Jr. High rival beat his ass into the ground. They had had to buy a bag of ice before heading home.

"Keh. Things are different now."

"Sure… Whatever makes you feel better."

Blake flopped down on the bed in the guest room and frowned at the ceiling. When she and Kuwabara had finally gotten to the house, they found a note from Shizuru saying she had left to go get the rest of the food for the party. This party had Blake's nerves on end. No doubt it would be another time she would have to plaster on a fake smile and pretend everything was perfect, even if the only people coming were close friends of the family. Knowing Kuwabara, he probably kept everyone updated on her case.

Well, no use laying here brooding on something that hasn't happened yet, she thought.

Blake stood up and began unpacking all of her clothes, just now realizing how much she had packed in the first place. She knew she would be staying for several weeks but this was a bit much.

"Hey kiddos! People are at the door. Get down here!"

Blake started. After unpacking, she grabbed one of the books she brought along and sat at the foot of the bed to read. Once she noticed it was a murder mystery, Blake spaced out. She began to think about each of the gruesome scenes she had witnessed recently. She had been going backwards, about to reach the one she dreaded seeing again when Shizuru called her and her younger cousin down.

She waited for her cousin to go bounding down the stairs before Blake made her way to the living room. On her way down, she heard several voices as well as a slight squeal from Kuwabara – a very disturbing sound considering his deep voice.

"So, Kuwabara. Where's this cousin you've been tellin' us about? I'd like to meet a chick who can handle as much gore as any guy." There was the sound of a slap and a girl telling the guy who spoke to be respectful.

"Can it, Urameshi! And don't go callin' my cousin a chick. Blake is very successful and deserves respect." Blake could imagine her cousin folding his arms and sticking his nose in the air. He was so stuck on his 'honor code'. She did think it was cute, but not something she would ever want to deal with permanently.

"As much as I appreciate the kind words Kuwabara, I'm not very successful and I deserve respect only when I finish a case with as few bodies as possible." Blake entered the living room as Kuwabara ended his last statement. She didn't fail to notice every face seemed shocked by the way she looked. They would just have to deal with it.

Looking around for an excuse to break the silence, she instantly recognized Yusuke Urameshi with his gelled back hair. She almost grinned but kept it back before it got out.

Kuwabara glanced up when he heard his cousin walk in. She still had a haggard appearance that probably wouldn't leave for many weeks. "Guys, this is my cousin from the States, Blake Meister. Blake, you remember Urameshi don't you?"

Blake could no longer hold back her grin. "Of course I remember Yusuke. You two are the cause of all of my good memories from my last couple of visits."

Yusuke watched the young woman standing next to his friend. He could just remember a younger version of the girl laughing at him and Kuwabara years ago. "I know you. You're the one girl who wouldn't try to stop me whaling on Kuwabara when we were kids. Good to see you again."

A vain in Kuwabara's forehead ticked. "Yes we know that Urameshi. Anyway, the girl standing next to him is his fiancé, Keiko Yukimura. And the beautiful young lady right here is my sweet Yukina."

Blake stared at the short girl next to her cousin. This must be the one he fawned over whenever she talked to him on the phone. She wondered a little at the teal color of her hair, but she had seen stranger things.

"I remember Keiko; it's nice to see you again after so long. And it is also very nice to meet the girl Kuwabara has told me so much about."

"Thank you Miss Blake. It is very nice to meet the cousin Kazuma has spoken so highly of."

"No need for the 'miss' part; just Blake is fine."

Kuwabara smiled at how well his cousin and his love were getting along. He knew they would like each other. "I'm glad you two seem to like each other. This is-" He was interrupted by a tall, quite handsome red headed man. Blake could just see this guy as the new 'Killing Casanova' – an alluring man that will hurt you in every way once you're alone with him. It sickened her how many people were like that.

"My name is Shuichi Minamino. I am an old friend of Kuwabara and Yusuke." The red head smiled at Blake, holding out his hand to lightly grasp hers.

Blake tried to shake off her misgivings before giving a slightly forced smile and shaking his hand. She was slightly surprised by how callused yet stillgentle it was; how much work did this guy do? "It's very nice to meet you, Shuichi. How long have you known my cousin?"

"It's been about nine or so years."

"Oh." Blake turned back to Kuwabara. If there was anyone else here, she wanted to know. It was just her instinct. "Anyone else I need to know?"

Kuwabara and Yusuke shared a look. Yusuke glared at him. He just lost twenty bucks to Kuwabara. Yusuke had bet that Blake would be falling all over Kurama the second she saw him.

"Genkai is floating around here somewhere. Probably in the kitchen getting drunk with Sis already." Kuwabara left to make sure the two psychics weren't drinking the night away and to put some space between himself and Yusuke's fist. This meant Blake had to make conversation with four strangers. Yusuke took care of that problem, however.

"So… Kuwabara said you work in forensics. I didn't think a girl would want to grow up to work with dead bodies."

Blake gave a small laugh. "That's not exactly what I do. My work is more the psychological aspect of murder, although I am a forensics expert. You might actually be a little disturbed if you knew exactly what my job involves."

Yusuke rose to the challenge. He was after all part demon, and a demon lord at that. "Try me."

"You asked for it. I take the clues from a murder scene and then use them to get inside the killer's head. In essence, I recreate the murder for the police from the murder's perspective."

He tilted his head to the side in confusion. "How would that disturb me?"

Blake let a sadistic smile cross her face. This was the question with an answer that made everyone blanch. "It should disturb you because I get an in-depth view and investigation of the body and the murder scene. And might I add that not every death is caused by a simple bullet to the heart. I get called in for the grisly cases."

"Oh? Care to enlighten me?"

"My first case was a young teenage boy who had his throat torn out as well as bones broken and poking out of his skin, not to mention a certain lower region that had been smashed flat. Put bluntly he looked like he had been swung at by a sledge hammer before the monster who killed him went for the throat. That is what I see on a daily basis in the field and in the court room."