Yusuke Urameshi, despite being a special government worker, still had to deal with idiots. Only now they were idiots who were, as he loved to put it, looking to get themselves killed. This left him to drag their sorry asses out of danger and clean up their mess.

He was the designated demon expert and fighter, he was also appointed to train various men in the basics of demons both on and off the field. He didn't mind instructing them in the midst of a widespread room where they were in danger of nothing but himself. However, he would become highly irate every time an inexperienced fighter was sent with him for 'field experience'. Sure they were highly trained and the best in their class against humans, but demons were a whole different ball park. No matter how many times he reminded them of this, the higher ups didn't listen.

You could take a gun and shoot the bastards down, but you needed to be quick enough to do so. If you missed that first shot you might as well kiss your sorry ass goodbye. That's why they had him there, to keep idiots like them from being killed on the field and to help prepare for any sudden attacks. The way things were going he felt more like a babysitter than anything.

Yusuke winced as the wrappings pulled against his wound when he bent over to pick up the fallen mail. Of course saving the fighters usually meant gaining wounds he would normally be able to avoid. He was highly tempted to simply bash his foot into his door; it would be worth it if it meant getting rid of the increasing frustration he was feeling. He decided against it and simply opened the door. Besides, Kurama would kill him if he had to replace the door yet again simply because Yusuke was in a bad mood.

He didn't notice the door opening behind him as he tossed the mail onto the table and threw his car key into the garbage can with more force than necessary. He plopped into a chair and let his head fall onto the table with a resounding thud.

If Kurama had witnessed Yusuke's silent tantrum, he didn't say anything about it. He simply put his briefcase down and put his coat in the closet. He knew about Yusuke's day as well as of the three soldiers that had accompanied the half demon. Yusuke had every right to be upset. Kurama didn't say anything knowing the young man would blurt it all out on his own.

Working as the representative for the demon world was highly stressful and had requirements to pass between worlds often. He was required to keep a level head at all times and the ability to work out any problems and the like. He was granted access to any supernatural files including those who were working in the field concerning such. Therefore he was able to keep tabs on Yusuke and Shizuru as well as those they worked with.

"My truck is in the dump," Yusuke said blankly. "Three men almost got killed because of their own stupidity. One of their guns misfired and hit me. There were five demons, not two." Kurama turned the fire on beneath the tea pot as Yusuke spoke. "They wonder why I complain!" Yusuke suddenly sat up, groaning in regret as he did so.

"You did well despite the ill happenings," Kurama pointed out. He turned around and leaned against the counter as he spoke. "You showed good judgment and you were able to get all three of the men back safely. It's more than I could have said five years ago." Yusuke scowled as Kurama chuckled and removed two cups from the cupboard.

"Two of the buggers still got away," Yusuke groused. "You know they're going to be back with really big friends." He waved a hand around irritably before slouching in the chair. He sighed and murmured a thanks as Kurama handed him a cup of tea. "Something's going to happen."

"Why do you say that?" Kurama raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he peered at Yusuke over the top of his cup.

"The demons have been attacking more frequently; I haven't had a single day off for two months straight. It's like they know something's coming here….and soon." Both fell silent as the information sunk in. Kurama waited a moment more before changing the subject.

"Mr. Katashi has been speaking with the American government about something. I've tried to figure out what exactly, but the information is classified and unavailable to even me. I've heard rumors about someone being sent over here to investigate something, but that's all."

"Great, we get to deal with some snobbish government official from America!" Kurama mentally groaned. He knew the new information would only worsen Yusuke's mood; why didn't he just stick his shoe in his mouth? Yusuke was not a diplomat nor did he have the mindset of one. The last time an official had come it was a miracle that the poor man left in one piece.

"Unless they're coming to learn about demons I doubt Mr. Katashi will bother you about it." Yusuke simply grumbled into his tea cup in reply. Abruptly he began laughing, almost spilling his tea in the process. Kurama's eyes snapped to him in surprise, his cup halted its decent halfway to his mouth.

"Actually that would be something I'd pay to see!" Yusuke sniggered. "Mr. Suit and Tie would be on the first plane back with his tail between his legs at the first sight of a demon!" Kurama didn't bother to hide his amusement at the thought. There were very few humans who could look upon a demon without batting an eyelash. None of them resided in America as far as he knew. "If they're here about demons I'd be more than happy to show them. It'd be the highlight of my day."

"I think the sight of you standing up against a demon would be enough to faint out of fright."

"Why?" Yusuke questioned as his sniggers subsided.

"The mere thought of what it could do to you would frighten them beyond reason," Kurama smirked.

"Oh come on! I'd be the one tearing it apart, not the other way around!" Yusuke huffed.

"Same result," Kurama said. Yusuke shrugged and laced his hands behind his head.

"Not many humans can stand the sight of a demon being torn apart though, American or Japanese." Yusuke admitted. "I think more men have resigned as special agents under my watch then ever. I don't know how they'd react if they could see what a demon could do to a hundred humans in less then an hour. The sight is worse than a war zone, far bloodier too." Not much could faze the two battle hardened warriors, but the sight of a child mangled beyond recognition was enough to make even their stomachs churn. "I thought that things would only get better," Yusuke sighed as his tone became ever more serious. "But demons are causing more havoc then ever…it's disgusting. These are only lower levels, the ones who can slip through the barrier unnoticed…and yet the damage they cause is incredible. They're becoming bolder now that they know humans will flee instead of fight."

"Humans fear what they do not understand," Kurama reminded him unnecessarily. "They have only just begun to recognize and learn about the immediate threat; it will take longer for them to learn to fight them at equal ability."

"At this rate there will be nothing left to protect. You can prepare them all you want, but when it comes down to it you can't give them the guts to stand up to something ten times larger than them. The demons don't even have the home advantage, but they still have the advantage anyway!" Yusuke's fist pounded the table. "These guys have got to learn that they can beat a demon. They just have to have the skill needed to do so. They think that just because the demon has natural abilities they don't, all is lost." Yusuke groaned and put his head onto his hands.

"They will learn Yusuke," Kurama assured him. "They must first adjust to the idea is all." Yusuke stood and put his cup into the sink.

"Switch jobs with me for a week, I guarantee you won't be singing the same tune."

"As tempting as the offer is, I must decline," he grinned. "I fear I wouldn't have a job to return to."

"No trust," Yusuke laughed before leaving the room.

IIIII

I'm going to roll with the idea while I can. It's different, I know that for a fact, and hopefully enjoyable to read.

Yu Yu Hakusho (c) Yoshihiro Togashi