DIMS: Hi! Roses are red, violets are blue. I don't own, you can't sue.

15-year-old Sahara Urameshi sighed as the doorbell rang. Her black hair was splayed out on her bed behind her as she listened to her new Linkin Park album, "Minutes to Midnight" The red highlights in her hair showed prominently, though the only hair products you would find in the Urameshi household were shampoo, conditioner, and her father's abundant supply of hair gel. She closed her brown eyes for a few moments before getting up and slowly walking down the stairs.

Yusuke Urameshi, age thirty was still a young man. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a green shirt on most days and still slicked back his hair with too much gel. He had married Keiko Yukimora, had a child, and hadn't been bothered by Koenma. Sure, he and the old gang would still get together, usually on the anniversary of the Maze castle incident and the anniversary of their victory in the dark tournament, but none of them had been bothered one little bit by Koenma. Yusuke now worked in the local police. He had managed to convince them that he wanted to work there to make it up to them all the trouble he'd caused them. Yeah right. He just wanted to see some action like his days as a detective. Keiko had inherited her parent's restaurant after they had passed, though they lived in another house. Genkai, or, as Sahara liked to call her, "Grandma Drill Sergeant Bitch", was still going strong in her old temple.

When the doorbell rang on that rainy day, he was surprised to see who stood on the other side. "Hiei? What're you doing here?"

Sahara made it down the stairs to see her father next to a short man with gravity defying black hair in his usual black outfit. "Uncle Hiei!" she said and gave one of her rare smiles. It lit up her whole face, even the tattoo like tribal marks that refused to fade.

"Sahara," he said, giving a nod of acknowledgement before turning back to her father. "Sahara, go back up to your room and listen to that damn music of yours."

She rolled her eyes at her dad. "Whatever," she said.

Once Yusuke had heard her door slam he said, "You know, she only smiles when you're around. Not even as an infant would she smile for anyone else, just you. She's rather fond of you."

"Hn."

"She's also learned several things from you. Your little trademark, 'Hn,' even as a toddler she called Kuwabara oaf, and do you have any clue how many times I've found her napping in a tree. All she wears is black. You are a bad influence on her." He said the last part with a chuckle. "Are you happy now Keiko, I've said it." He turned to Hiei and whispered, "She's been bugging me to yell at you for ages." "I honestly don't care about your problems."

"So, why'd you come anyway."

"It's Koenma, he wants Sahara. He won't tell me why. He should be here tomorrow, I just wanted to warn you."

"Son of a," Yusuke started to yell.

"Yusuke!" Keiko said from the kitchen, not having heard what Hiei had said.

"Bitch!" was heard from the room upstairs. Keiko peeked into the room and glared at both of them.

Hiei headed out the door. Just as he was about to run off at top speed, a window on the second floor of the Urameshi house opened. "See ya Uncle Hiei!" He turned and smirked at her before leaving in a flash.

The next day, while Sahara was supposed to be at school but was actually sitting in a tree just a few blocks away, Koenma poofed into the middle of the living room. "Long time no see toddler breath," Yusuke said darkly.

"Yusuke, I'm sorry but…well, let me start at the beginning. "Talk fast baby breath, I don't have much patience right now."

"Of course."

There is a prophecy that must be fulfilled, for if it is not, the whole world will crumble. It says, that on the last day of the 3000th year of the dragon (dunno, just made it up,) three days from now, by the calendar of Spirit world, the child of Hanyou and Human must be thrown into the deepest pits of Makai. That year is this year, and your daughter, it seems, is the one that the prophecy speaks of.

That was what Koenma told Yusuke. What he didn't say was that there was a way to do it without sacrifice. Three absolutely pure people had to come together and each shed a drop of blood in the center of the atrium of time. But pure souls are few and far between. Either that or someone, the truest friend of the sacrifice must throw themselves in instead.

DIMS: Sorry it's short. It's the first story I've felt was good enough to post.

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