I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho because if I did I would be rich and I am not...but I wish I was.

Warning: M/M. Implied rape. There is an original character in here and he does play a big part but he will not interfere with any of the couples.

Summary: Hiei is more distant that usual so Kurama goes to Yusuke. Yusuke want Hiei out the picture so he can have Kurama all to himself. And other than that I don't really have a summary so just read and tell me if you like. Hiei/Kurama Yusuke/Kurama Hiei/Kurama. Hiei/OC.

Hiei POV

I walked down the empty streets searching for a particular place. A place that will offer me warmth and get the chill out of my heart. Papers and other ningen trash dances to the rhythm of the wind in front of nimble booted feet. I snuggle into the warmth of my cloak and check my pocket one more time. I am reassured when I feel the wallet in my pocket. I didn't steal it; I sell jewels to a pawn shop owner from time to time as a way of having spending meaning. I refuse to be dependant on anyone. Which is why I studied ningen customs and acquired a state ID as well as other documents for identification.

I could move into my own home if I choose but I do not wish to. I continue my brisk walk, feeling the cool air surround me and I find my destination. A liquor store. I walked through the automatic doors and squinted in the bright lights. Every place is illuminated so I stand out, a shadow amongst light. My small feet make little noise on the floor and I survey each side of the aisle. What haven't I tried? Straight vodka...ugh that brings back bad memories and a bitter taste on my tongue. I shuddered and moved to the Bacardi and Smirnoff. It seems I have acquired a sweet tooth for fruity concoctions even in the alcohol I consume. Flavored vodka is quite enjoyable. The cashier narrowed his eyes at my ID, then he looked up at me.

His face is covered with stubble, I can see where each hair follicle comes from. His stained crooked teeth show as his mouth opens and he squints at the ID to make sure I am as old as I claim. The wrinkles around his eyes crinkle even more and I can smell his rancid breath. Toothbrushes are here for a reason. And that reason isn't so you can walk past them in the morning and keep them as decorations in your bathroom. His gut showed clearly from under his shirt which is stained under the armpits. I frowned deeply and take a step back from the foul human. It's OK to roll out of bed without showering if you don't stink and you look reasonably clean. But not for a middle aged over weight ningen, who sweats too much, smokes too much, drinks too much and has fantasies of under aged girls too much.

I paid for my purchase and take my ID out of his hairy hands. Sometimes I wish I could just burn these ningens and watch their ashes swirl around me. No, that's not an accurate statement. There are some ningens worth my time, but they are few and I wouldn't kill them. No I don't hate ningens it's just that I see the majority of them as fools. I see youkai that way as well. Sometimes I feel I should just find some way to conquer them all and force them to see some of the idiotic things they do then torture them for it. But then I would have to torture myself as well because I am too make foolish decision. So the only thing I can do to stop myself from going on a rampage is remember there are some similarities accept, few as they may be. I frown at this philosophy and stuff the ID back in the wallet. I think I'm going soft.

I walk out through the automatic door and into the night air. I go to a bar at the end of a corner after placing the other bottles in my bag. I like the way drinks are mixed here, when I am finished I leave. I feel a little buzz, I want to be stumble down drunk, but not around these ningens. Where should I go? A cemetery...ningens never go there. They're too afraid or consumed by grief to come here. especially at this this time of night. I find a tree to sit in and I open up my book bag. I pull out my CD player. I have taken a liking to ningen music as well. I don't put the headphones on my ears but I keep them around my neck so I'll be alert to any sounds. I'm definitely going soft. I open the bottle and gulp down half of it without taking a breath. If you consume quickly, you'll get intoxicated quickly. It seems even though I picked something I hadn't tried before it is delicious. It burns down my throat and even in my stomach but I like it.

What type of fire demon would I be if I didn't enjoy the burn of liquid fire? I stared at the bottle trying to figure out what the hell I'm drinking. I decide I really don't give a damn and I gulp down the other half. The wind blows again but I'm now comfortably warm. I don't feel that aching, cold emptiness in my chest. I feel rather warm and safe.

I snicker for absolutely no reason and I take another bottle down in moments. At this rate there will be nothing left. I better go get more. I hopped out of the tree wobbly and I go back to the liquor store. I'm sure the man won't care, he didn't seem the compassionate good Samaritan. As I make my way down the aisle I bump into a figure who is about 5'6 maybe 5'5. Taller than me but not so much taller that I feel my neck hurting when I look up at him. I stared at his clothes. All black. Another shadow in nothing but light.

"Dude... I think you're wasted," he said placing pale hands on my shoulders.
"So what," I said, my voice came out slightly slurred. I guess I am.
"Well I can't have you wasted and alone now can I? It's much more fun when you drink with someone else," he said. I squint up into clear blue eyes and at first glance his straight chin length brown hair seems natural but it isn't. It's dyed browned and blonde roots show which I find most amusing. I snickered at him for a few minutes and I agree to be his drinking buddy. As we walk to the park and settle.There he informed me that he just moved here and didn't know many people. His girlfriend was supposed to visit but something happened and she couldn't make it. He never asked much of me even as we relocated to a park to drink. He spoke and expected me to listen but didn't expect me to tell him my life. Which is why I enjoy his company and which is why I begin to tell him things. So much for drinking around ningens.

On the other hand he probably won't remember in the morning and neither will I.
"So why are you here all alone drinking other than the fact that it's fun?" he asked just as I made up mind that I would tell him things.
"I recently discovered that someone I have feelings for does not return those feelings and here I am," I said.
"Did you ask her?" asked the young man and I realize I can't remember his name."What's your name? I'm Hiei," I said squinting at him. Everything is blurry, my veins are on fire and I feel good.
"R.J...but how do you know she doesn't have feelings for you?" he continued.
"I know he doesn't have feelings me because he has feelings for someone else," I said knowing that he wouldn't care. In our journey to the park he revealed himself to be bisexual.

"Oh...that sucks," he said then leaned back on his elbows and stared at me."But you're pretty hot you'll find someone else," he said. I laughed uncontrollably. A hot fire demon, how amusing. Our conversation moved on to other topics like music which is the other reason I don't see his kind as useless. But then after sometime and many drinks my mind gets blurry then my eyes feel heavy and I fall asleep next to the young man I just met.

Yay, end of chapter one tell me what you think. I'm sorry to admit it but uh... I don't know anything about Japanese culture so I sorta just American-ized even though they are in Japan. I only did so because of my own laziness, and because that's the way I saw it in my head.