Disclaimer: sings Oh, where oh, where has my common sense gone? Oh, where oh where could it be?

Lawyers: tap feet impatiently

Me: dives behind the couch FOUND IT! stuffs small, lint looking thing in her ear I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. Now, where's the rest of my brain…?

Warning: Aw, do I have to? grumbles alright, alright, just stop acting like my sister. This story contains mild implications of Yaoi. And Brother/Sister fluff.

Bake A Cake

Knock, Knock, Knock!

"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" A sleepy Kuwabara grumbled, heading, with a sort of drunken saunter, to the door.

Knock, Knock, Knock!

The knocking became a tad bit more urgent as Kuwabara started undoing the many locks he had on his door.

"Shut up, I'm hurrying as fast as I can here!" Then he grumbled, "Stupid sister, always having to be so paranoid. She's a damn psychic, for crying out loud! If there were going to be a robbery one of us would've seen it."

Knock, Knock, Knock!

"Shut UP!" Kuwabara roared as he undid the last lock (a complicated thing requiring you to be ambidextrous in order to open it) and swung the door quickly open—clearly he was not a morning person—only to have the sharp corner of it slam into his big toe. He yowled in pain.

"Shut up, Kazuma! Some of us are trying to sleep!" Shizuru yelled from her room.

"I was too, until somebody decided to wake me up," He muttered before adding, "And she needs all the sleep she can get too with that face."

He blinked, finally noticing who was at the door. "Hiei…? What the heck are you doing here?"

Hiei was staring down at his feet, clearly embarrassed about what he was going to ask. "I need your help," he mumbled, so low that Kuwabara had trouble hearing it.

"Huh…? What could you need my help for? Why don't you go ask Kurama or Urameshi?"

"Kurama said he didn't know how to help, and the detective would just laugh. Not that I expect your reaction to be much better, though."'

"What is it?"

"-----------------." He said so that Kuwabara couldn't here it.

"What?"

"I need to bake a cake." He repeated, this time audible.

"Uh, no offence, Hiei, but wouldn't it have been better if you had asked Keiko or Botan to help? Or better yet Yukina?"

Hiei glared down at his shoes. "As far as Keiko goes I don't trust people I don't know, and Botan couldn't bake if her life depended on it. Which if I had gone to her, it would have."

"And Yukina?"

He mumbled something, obviously not wanting to reveal much information.

"C'mon, Hiei,"

He still said nothing.

"Fine, then, I guess you don't need my help after all," Kuwabara said and made to close the door.

"Wait!" Hiei called just as the door was about to shut.

"Yes?" Kuwabara said, opening the door back up again.

He took a deep breath. "It's for her. Yukina. Her birthday's tomorrow."

"I didn't know that," Kuwabara felt a pang in his heart. Hiei liked Yukina…?

"Of course you didn't. She didn't tell anyone."

"Then how do you know?"

"Are you going to help me or not?" He asked impatiently.

"Just one more question: Why'd you come to me? I was under the impression the whole team thought I couldn't cook."

"Because you can." Hiei answered.

"OK," Kuwabara said, faint pang still tugging at his heart. "I'll help you. But help only."

"Do you think I'd want you to do it for me?"