A.N. This is totally NOT following the show Yu Yu Hakusho. The only things similar are the appearances and the behaviors. This does not follow the actual plot, at all.

So enjoy! It's a multi chaptered story! Please…review!

Disclaimer: I do own the story line on this one, but I do NOT own Yu Yu Hakusho or it's characters.

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"Kurama! Kurama! Kurama!" The crowd chanted as they all gathered around the stage, the lights glaring, music blaring. It was a beautiful and powerful sight.

The beautiful red head walked out on stage, flaunting as he walked down the runway sporting a dashing green ancient Japanese style outfit. He posed elegantly and winked at the ladies before turning and flaunting back off stage.

"I swear every time I do that, I'm going to vomit," Kurama muttered to himself, glaring at all the people from behind the safety of the stage curtains. "At least they don't know Youko, there would be a swarm of millions of people." He sighed and headed back to his dressing room.

Ever since he was born, he had lived the life of a beautiful person. Everyone wanted to hold him, kiss his cheek, pet his hair. He had been a glory hound all his life, enjoying the praises with all his vanity. He was a sweet child to his dear mother, and kept on the appearance of happiness for the crowd and money. His mother needed the money to be well off the rest of her life.

On the inside though, he was a raging turmoil of anger and longing; the longing of wanting to be a normal person, someone who had an average life, and wasn't stalked by killer fangirls.

He leaned back in his over-stuffed arm chair and closed his eyes tiredly, "I hate this." He pressed his face in his hands.

"Kurama! That was great!" The door burst open to reveal his male, and very gay, manager as he rushed in, grinning widely.

Kurama had to say he was rather cute, hell…he was downright sexy. But Kurama had no interest in the exuberant male. "Thank you, Kenji." He said modestly, sitting up straighter.

"You really had a sell out tonight! Over ten thousand tickets! Some people literally were in the rafters watching you! It was amazing!" Kenji gushed to his crush. That was the main reason why Kenji got this job. So he could be close to the great Kurama Minamino.

Kurama chuckled and pushed himself up, "You really should try it yourself, Kenji. You're awful good looking." He grinned his 'make the people swoon' smile, sending Kenji in a full scale arousal and blush.

"N…no I don't think so," He fidgeted, "Can I get you anything, Kurama?" He asked looking up, ignoring the heat settled in between his legs.

Kurama smirked, "Go to the bathroom and take care of yourself." With that, Kenji rushed from the room.

"What a poor sap, he doesn't get it, does he?" Youko drawled from Kurama's mind.

"Of course not, he's a human Youko. What do you expect? He's a human that's infatuated with one of the best looking males on earth. Of course he wants to get laid." Kurama said back instantly, snorting with contempt at the thought.

"You really are a vain bastard, you know that?"

"Only because of you," Kurama replied cheekily and pulled out of the conversation.

He rolled his eyes when he saw a group of shy females approaching him, "Ladies, I do hope you realize you can't be back here without back stage passes." He informed them, staring them down.

"Oh please Minamino! Don't kick us out! Please!" They all begged at once, making him wince with the combined noise of all of them talking.

"Alright, I won't. Just please, don't break the rules again." Kurama responded and ran his hands over his face, this was going to be a long night.

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Somewhere across the city, in a small little hovel, sat a boy. He was a small boy with spiked up black hair, with a white starburst in it. He wore a dirty black tank top and a pair of dirty black jeans. He had deep red eyes that looked almost brown, and he was thin and filthy.

This boy, the boy named Hiei, listened as his stomach growled angrily at him and he sighed softly. I suppose you shouldn't call him a boy, he was indeed a man, who just appeared to be a boy.

Hiei stood up and approached a pallet laying on the floor nearby and peeked under the covers. He smiled when he saw his baby sister was sound asleep, snuggled against the blankets.

"I'll be back." He whispered to her and left the room, hurrying out of the abandoned building, he flitted off to the busy, bustling city. He stopped in an alley way, and stuck his hands in his pockets.

Fishing out only enough money to buy a small meal, he growled irritably. "This won't be enough for me and Yukina to share much. God damn it!" He slammed his fist into the brick wall and watched as some brick crumbled down his hand.

Shaking his sore fist, he went out into the busy street and entered a small shop. He quickly tossed the money on the counter and got the best thing he could find on the menu.

A big box of sushi and rice, it was cheap stuff, but better than nothing and would keep them full for at least a few more hours.

He was about ready to flit off when he saw the TV's stuck in the window of the electronics shop and watched as Kurama flaunted across the stage, making Hiei scowl.

"You're so damn lucky, you stupid idiot. You get to live such a good life, you were blessed with the looks that makes everyone swoon. I hate you!" He spat, glaring the winking red head down.

Hiei shook his head and flitted off to get home, once there, he woke his sister up and they quietly shared the small meal, Hiei making sure she got more than him.

"Brother? Why do you seem so sad?" Yukina asked softly, reaching out, she took his hand.

"No reason," he replied gruffly, but did give her hand a gentle squeeze.

"If it's about money, I can…try to find something. I know I don't have any schooling…I could always try selling myself…" She trailed off when Hiei snarled at her.

"You won't dare. I will not have my sister becoming some cheap prostitute so we can make money! This is my responsibility! I always manage to find food, don't I? Don't worry about it." He said, sending her a warning glare.

She nodded quickly and then quietly spoke up again, "I heard Kurama was performing today. When I went for a walk in the park, I heard some girls talking about it."

"Hn." Hiei said, uninterested in what that damn Kurama was up to, and he didn't really want to talk about him.

"Maybe we could go ask him for help…I heard he's really nice to people in need," She looked surprised when he sent her a nasty glare.

"I don't need charity from some vain fool. I'll get my own money. Don't you trust me?" He demanded, normally, he never lost his temper with her. But he hadn't had a decent night's sleep in months; on top of that he needed a bath and more food, and was stressed beyond all hell.

"I do trust you, but I don't want you killing yourself over this." She whispered to him, reaching over she gently took his hand again.

"I'm fine," He said standing up. "I'm going to go rest for a bit. Keep watch until then." Hiei went over to the pallet and laid down.

"Stupid, vain Kurama." Hiei spat in his head, "Since when do I need charity from him! I wouldn't dare approach that man, I'd murder him first!"

Two polar opposites, both dreaming for each other's lives, one for fame and money the other for a normal, boring life; both do the things they do for the ones they love.

This is where our story begins.

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A.N. I know, this is a short chapter, but I hope you enjoy! Please review!