Pocky: Ack…

Here's the deal. I got a new computer. Yay! All the files on the old computer gone. Eh? That means, the chapters I wrote for my other stories are gone. Fin. Honestly, I had no idea where to go with them! I'm really sorry, readers! But, this one, I will stick with! I chewed my friend's ears off too much with my ideas now to not finish this story.

Alrighty, let's make this brief. Basically, it's an AU fic. Gah, I seem to write best with those. Anyway, Botan is involved with an accident that will change her life forever. (Corny, no?) This accident causes her to meet up with two particular men that will guide her through her life and try to explain everything to the poor girl.

It's a love triangle! –gasp- I've wanted to try one, so, yeah.

Anyway, you might need to know that Kurama is a priest and that Hiei is a vampire. Botan? That will come later… Also, this is a time where demons and night creatures stalk the city. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own anything 'cept a bad grade in Math. Nyah.

(Begin)

Steam escaped through the closed door of a humble shower while the female figure lingering inside of it sighed. Wet locks of blue hair swept down upon her face as more heated water rushed down her body, all thanks to the massaging showerhead located just above her head. Despite the early time, six-thirty, she smiled through it all, her mood increasing due to the intoxicating scent of her lavender soap. Her nimble fingers clung to the soft rag she held in her grasp, more soap bubbles popping from her grip. A small hum came forth for her chapped lips, which would be tended to after the shower.

After placed a small amount of shampoo in her curling hair (Humidity the cause.), the girl scrubbed every inch of her scalp and run the soap once more in her hair. "I wish I could stay here forever…." Her mused thoughts reached to the cloudy mirror, then echoed back to her. "Gahh… Yusuke would kill me if I missed work." Humming again, she rinsed the residue out of her hair and reached to turn the shower knob. At once, then hot water dimmed to a light sprinkle, then completely shut off. Avoiding the soapy water still draining, the girl stepped out of the shower and landed on a light green rug, used just for this purpose.

A hand flew up to the mirror and rubbed a circle on the surface, revealing the girl's reflection. Smirking, she swiftly grabbed a towel, wrapped around her tiny frame, and stuck her tongue out at the glass. The muscle popped back into her mouth while she walked away from the bathroom, most likely her favorite room in the whole apartment, besides the bedroom. The bathroom was large, fit for a couple. (However, the girl was single and most promptly 'loving it'. Or so she says.) Two sinks sit onto a creamy colored counter, the large mirror placed just above the bins. It contained both shower and tub, luxurious and spacious. The theme was green, a bit forestry for the rest of the vicinity. The rest of the apartment was decorated in light, pastel colors such as blue and yellow.

In fact, the bedroom is entirely blue. None of the hues matched the color of her hair (A rare color indeed.), but she liked it just the same. Who wouldn't love a king-sized bed, a few shelves, an armoire, and small cat bed for her favorite kitty? (I won't go into too much detail about the apartment like I did in "Smile!"…)

Her soft padded footsteps made their way into the kitchen, a small smile placed on her pale face as she pressed a small button located on the phone, which turned on her answering machine.

"Yo! Botan, it's me, Yusuke! Guess what! Keiko's pregnant! Were gonna have a baby! Oh! By the way, great story you did on those nightly attacks, the reviews hit the roof! AH! Gotta go, we've got an doctors appointment!"

Faintly, the smirking female could hear Keiko's giggles in the background of the message. Her boss's wife, Keiko, was always a delight to see. Her smile always placed a certain spark in Yusuke's chocolate eyes, and he in turn caused her to shine even brighter when they embraced. An abrupt beep ended the message, the numbers flashed a bit, then a voice stated that weren't any messages. Humming again, Botan strolled over towards her bedroom and proceeded to get ready for work.

(36 Minutes later)

The car door to a black sports car, a small 'bing' sound echoed through the seemingly empty parking lot. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, Botan stepped into the car while adjusted her straps laced on the black heels she wore. Before the woman started the car, she rummaged through her purse a bit, found a navy tube of lipstick and looked squarely in the mirror just above her dashboard to apply the make up on her thin lips. A short smack of the lips later, Botan inserted the key in the ignition, switched the gear to reverse, and slowly pressed on the gas pedal while glancing in the rear view mirror for any objects. Suddenly, a quick flash of black sprouted from the column of the lot and sped across the ground.

Screech! The tires skid along the road to surely leave smudges on the surface while the blunette stopped to gain her breath. Was it a cat? "Hope it wasn't Mina…" Botan murmured, putting the car back into drive and traveling out of the exit of the concrete lot.

While driving, thoughts crawled into the girl's head, sticking memories together and starting questions. For the past few weeks, black blurs such as the one in the lot had been occurring all around Tokyo. In fact, some innocent civilians were attacked or murdered, without any evidence at the crime scene. Botan would know. She had been a reporter for the popular Tokyo Sun! magazine. Yusuke appointed her the job of finding out what was going on, but that proved to be difficult when the police didn't even have a clue. The reporter was placed on other stories, such as who's dating whom, but she remained interested on the attacks. With those keen magenta eyes of hers, she picked up a lot of information.

Some believed the attacks were the work of the devil, warning them about their sins and how they should purify themselves. Others thought that the attacks were just sick humans playing a demented joke on society. The theory Botan found most interesting was that the killings could've been caused by vampires.

-Flashback!-

"What can you tell me about the body, Doctor Shima?" Botan asked, clad in a black dress suit. She sipped on a small alcoholic drink, eyeing the man sitting across from her at the black marble table.

The other man sneered in retaliation, but the sweat upon his brow was evident. "Aren't you a bit young to drink?" The blue haired girl smirked, the straw once placed in her mouth slide back into the moist glass.

"Aren't you too professional to accept bribes from reporters?"

Shima coughed, nervously glancing around at the waiters and straightening his white lab coat. "I don't know much. I was only allowed to examine the boy for a few minutes."

"Doesn't matter, just tell me anything that was odd about the wounds. Anything at all?" She mentally sighed. Being this aloof and cool minded wasn't so easy when you want answers. Besides, this wasn't really her. It was just a pawn to make her opponent talk. And, it worked all the time.

Shima bit his lip before taking a swig of his own drink, the sweat on his palms and liquid on the glass almost caused him to drop it. "Listen, this could get me fired. But, the boy had these weird marks on his neck. Like, he was bitten or something. And, the blood we drained from him was so…. low."

"Like he was sucked dry?" Botan smiled against the rim of her glass before she had taken another sip of her margarita, herself not sure if this was her scheming side or her normal personality.

The man nodded, his blue eyes adverted away from the woman sitting across from him. "How much are you going to pay me for this?" In response, Botan lightly laughed and threw wad of yen on the table.

"Thanks for the drink, doctor."

-End Flashback!-

The radio station blasted through Botan's thoughts as her favorite song played, her mood now lifting into higher spirits. She grinned, and began patting the steering wheel in harmony with the beats with the song, along with the lyrics, she mimicked the singer by humming.

Running through a town through a faceless crowd, I need to feel the touch of a friend!

Her black car drove down the isolated road; the driver inside too distracted didn't notice the small shadow tracing her. Headlights streamed down the pavement showing her that the ground was damp, for now a small shower rained upon her location.

In the countryside I wander far and wide the isolation gets me again. I don't know where to go, when I feel like crying out, oh my. It's time to open myself to something new I wanna stop, and grow up a bit!

Still, Botan paid more attention to the song that the demonic aura swooping in the sky. Suddenly, the girl felt something near her, watching her. The song continued to play, leaving her in an eerie state. This was just like a horror scene she had witnessed in various scary movies, all of which Yusuke dragged her into watching. There! Botan's pink eyes got sight of a dark figure come crashing down onto her windshield, causing her to lose control of the car and swerve off the road.

It's time to open myself to something new I wanna stop, and grow up a bit!

Desperately, she gripped the wheel in effort to pull the car into the right direction. It was no use. She was as good as gone. Her last seconds consisted of remembering past experiences and her cherished moments, the scariest moment of a car accident.

Then suddenly my power and confidence starts swelling up magically erupts and it's all because of kindness that I feel from people I don't even know.

Eyes dimmed as Botan lay limply against her steering wheel, the once rushing heart beat disappeared along with her life. The lids closed, forever sealing those amazing orbs of joy. Glass shattered against her clammy skin, cutting into the pale flesh as the black vehicle slammed into a nearby pole.

Then suddenly intuition and my wisdom grow and then I know that most of all I sense compassion's wield into strangers wherever I go... thank you for waking me up!

However, even in the darkest point of the accident, a small blue light erupted from her neck, a small jewel like shine filled the car. It dazzled the glass and shorn against the sleek exterior of the car. The light represented a New Hope for our two heroes, and a threat to the world's enemies.

(Two Hours Later)

"Well, here's the gal's body. Sure is a shame, though. She was a pretty one." A man dressed in the same typical lab coat shuffled over to a file box near the exit of the morgue, his old grainy hands fumbled in his pocket for the set of keys that would open the body's box.

"Yes, it is sad." Another commented. He had hair of scarlet red and vibrant emerald eyes, which currently held a mournful gleam. Under his black jacket was a casual suit, but, he fastened a reverend collar around his neck. Not that the man used it as a disguise to see the body. He truly was a priest, working at a old church long forgotten in the silent part of Tokyo. His friend, however, was completely different.

He wore attire of completely black. Black pants, black shirt, and black…everything. Which all went well with his spiky hair and piercing crimson eyes. Eyes that always remained emotionless, bored even. One thing that made him stand out was the cloak slung over his body, shielding him from all types of light. Without it, he might just perish.

The priest watched carefully as the old man slowly inserted the key into the box's lock and slide open the drawer. He nearly gasped at the sight of the blue haired girl laying still on the cold metal surface. Several cuts dementedly decorated her body, along with a few shards of glass that couldn't be taken out of her yet. Her hair limply stayed in a ponytail, which the redhead guessed, used to be cheerful and bouncy.

His friend, the black haired one, remained clam as ever and glanced at the girl without a trace of emotion on his tan face. The old man looked at both men, slightly titling his head to the side. "Say… What relation are you to her again?"

His response was one flicker located within the crimson eyes of the dark man. Suddenly, the old man felt himself falling towards the ground shrouded in a thick was of darkness. The redhead sighed and lightly glared at his companion. "Was that necessary, Hiei?" A tint of annoyance dripped in his tone.

"Doesn't matter, Kurama. He'll wake up in a few hours. Right now, we need to get the girl out of her."

Kurama nodded, but then became hesitant when reaching over to lift the girl. "What if she's the wrong one?" Hiei, being the resourceful fellow he is, strode over to the paper chart taped to the table the girl laid on.

"Riko, Botan. Cause of death, car accident." Smirking, the black clothed man made his way to the other side of the girl and began to gingerly tear the sheet off of her frame.

"Hiei!" Kurama scolded, glancing away, "I'm the man of the lord… Must you do that?"

The man merely shrugged and answered nonchalantly, "In all of my 136 years, Kurama, don't you think I've seen a bare fleshed woman?" He didn't give enough time for the other to answer. Instead, he traced his tan fingers along a certain fragment located in Botan's neck. A small blue light pumped inside the fragment, causing the smirk to grow wider.

"Time to wake up, little flower…" Hiei mused while the light pulsed again and a peaceful heartbeat made it's way back to Botan's body.

(End)

Pocky: Oh god lord. If you guys like it, I'll update after... 7 reviews! n.n