Author's note: The rating on this story may change depending on how I decide to go with it. If you don't like made up characters that interfere with the story then this isn't the story for you. If you are looking for HieixKurama action this ALSO is NOT the right place for you. I just don't like that pairing. -_- I hope you enjoy the story!

Momiji's POV

I never thought that I would be in a place where I felt almost wanted, almost a necessity. Since I was born I was expendable. No one wanted me. They all plotted to send me away, send me so far away that they would never have to see my face again. I understand why, I mean it's not like I have a pretty face anyways. From the day I was born they all shunned me like I was some kind of disease, a horrid sickness descending upon them like the plague. Few people ever made me feel different.

I suppose I was fragile from the beginning. My delicate skin and health were always troubling. I am not much of a demon. I could hardly scare a fly let alone kill one. I was a horrid, wretched little drab of a swallow. What anyone ever saw in my lemon, short hair or my disgusting pallor of skin I still have yet to know to this day.

Hiei and I were to marry since we were young. His father, who he barely knew agreed with my father that it would benefit them both to have some kind of alliance through children. The reason they chose me was because not only was I meek, but short as well. It's true they wanted someone small since Hiei wasn't going to be more than five feet tall.

I did not have any friends until I met Hiei and his friends. He had gotten in trouble with the Spirit World and had to help Yusuke the spirit detective. Therefore, he was ordered to stay on earth in a house near his friend Kurama. His sister Raven stayed with us in the house. I was told soon after he had been ordered to stay on earth that I would live with him. I was incredibly frightened to be honest. We had only met twice.

The house was large enough to easily avoid each other if we had desired. Raven was not at all like her brother however, and she wanted to become my friend as soon as possible. She was supposed to marry Kurama. This may all seem very strange to humans, but the truth of the matter is that demons are still very old fashioned about these things. She was a spit fire if ever I saw one, and she had no desire to be with Kurama, even though he was exceedingly handsome. Hiei was as well, but his brutality scared me to the point where I did not even want to look at him again. We hardly avoided each other though, although I am sure we both desired to do so.

Hiei came into the house with his normal scowl. His hands were clenched tightly in his pockets. His eyes shifted back and forth across the room until his eyes darted onto me. I felt embarrassed that I was not prettier.

"Are you supposed to be a girl of some sort?" I blushed seven different shades of red.

"Girls can have short hair too," I replied meekly. Although truth be told, my hair was much shorter than his. He sneered, and started to leave the room. Raven then peeked in the room and said, "Hiei you are not leaving until I've heard something nice from your mouth." Surprisingly to me, he did not back talk to her, or give her a temper. He sat down on the couch and stared at me with his arms crossed over his chest. His sister entered the room. She looked nothing like him, but was gorgeous none the less. She had long purple hair, gray skin and bright blue eyes. She dressed like a girl I saw in a fantasy video game once, where she shot people with an epic gun and had two really cute girl friends. She smiled at me and came over, sitting on the other couch with me.

"I feel like we've met before, but my name is Raven. It's nice to meet you again Momiji." I smiled, feeling grateful that she was being nice to me.

"I feel as though we have. It's nice to meet you Raven."

"I'm sorry you have the misfortune of meeting my brother. He has an attitude. Once you get to know him…..he's still an ass." Hiei didn't bat an eyelash, but after a moment he smiled.

"Sis, you should know how I am by now. It shouldn't be a big deal."

"I don't think it is but this poor girl seems scared to death of you." He gazed up at me and I flinched.

"So I killed a few humans and tried to turn them into a zombie army. And I could kill her in an instant or less. There's nothing to worry about as long as you don't piss my sister off. She's not nearly as merciful as I am." His sarcasm was dripping over every word. It didn't make me any less afraid of him.

"I ordered some take-out. Why don't you two try to get along while I go get our food huh?" Raven quickly got up and was out the door in moments. Hiei stood up and walked over.

"Do I look scary or what? Scarier than other demons or what?"

"I know that you have a lot more power than I do and I would really rather not mess with you."

"Smart decision. Still, why are you afraid of me?" I haven't done anything to you yet."

"I've always been afraid of things. I still think you're scarier than all my nightmares combined though. I think you're scarier because you look so normal. At least with other demons they look scary."

"I suppose so. But then again, you should always expect the unexpected."

"I always do," I barely whispered. He was coming closer.

Hiei's POV

Why does it piss me off so much that she's afraid of me? I guess it's because I've never had a pretty girl be afraid of me. Her eyes are so full of fear it makes me want to laugh at her, but she might get more afraid. Damn it I have no idea what the hell women want! Kurama must be a woman's fantasy but my sister doesn't want him! Hell, women should just tell us what they want. Still I have to admit, it's nice to not have to look up for a change. The old man did a good job.

Everything about her is the exact opposite of the type of girl I get along with. She seems so weak, and helpless. But for some reason, I find myself not hating her. Sure, the fact that she's afraid of me pisses me off like no tomorrow but I don't dislike her.

I decide it's a good idea to walk away when she grabs my shirt.

"Could you just stay for a little while longer? Even if you're just being mean to me, or scaring me it's better than being alone," her angel voice whispered. Why? Why do her words cut me like a knife? I know that feeling, the hatred of being alone, even though I cause it. Normally I prefer it. But her doe eyes are pulling my chest. I want to hug her, tell her I won't leave her alone unless she asks me to. But that's not me. And it will never be me.

"Is Momo afraid of being alone?" I sneer. The words hurt, like daggers piercing my tongue on the way out. God why do I feel the need to be vicious? She looks away, sadly out the window. I sit on the couch next to her.

"How long have you been alone Momo?" She looks at me, her soft eyes filling with tears that will never escape their velvet prison.

"Longer than you know."