Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, if I did I'd have a lot of money and won't waist time writing fanfiction. I do own a good majority of the concepts and any character that doesn't appear in the show. Since I am a lazy person, I will only write this thing once so that I don't have to retype at the being of every chapter, that's just stupid in my opinion.

Warnings: This is rated PG-13 for mature themes, strong language and a few fight scenes somewhere later in the story. Rating is subject to change. All romance pairing are strait. Hiei is slightly OOC.

Author's Note: The chapters I've written are long, so I divided them into parts. Also, I rely on my computer's spell check to keep my work readable, please inform me if there is an error. I don't know how to spell some of the things, so bare with me here. I also had to put footnotes in this story, they're at the bottom of the document. Please enjoy!

Something is not quiet right….

Chapter 1: Where in the Worlds is Hiei? (part 1)

He laid his face against the face of the Crystal. It was smooth and cool, yet it was active with so much energy that it felt like it was surrounded by a field of static energy. In a sense the Crystal was, except that energy was of Spirit and the 'static' was actually excess that radiated off into the near by air space, thus creating an intense, tangible Aura. An Aura was the 'hands' for a Crystal. This was a land covered with splendid crystals which the people had built structures on, in, and out of. Entire cites were connected by crystal.

He adjusted the rest of his body to lean against the Crystal. In response to his affection, the Crystal molded its Aura around him, in a motherly embrace. He was one of its many 'children'; the people of this country, who are recognized as the Galen, had been around and embracing the Crystals for generations and the living stones came to recognize and love the people in return.

Though this man was one of the Crystal's children, he was not born that way. He was born under a starless black sky in the world of Havtheirn[1]. Though he wore a blue Galen robe, woven of crystal fibers, and was embraced with as much compassion as any of the born Galen, he was not a Galen because he did not look the part. Everything about his body screamed foreign.

The hair of a Galen sparkled and shimmered, it started one color[2] and ended with white tips; his hair was the purest kind of black imaginable, it reflected no light of any sort. His hair seemed to deify all laws of gravity by sticking strait up, which didn't help matters. The skin on a Galen was a soft off-white aiming towards green, his skin was too colored to be skin, for it was a reasonable light peach color. Eyes for the Galen were yellow with a varying degree of orange tint, but never a true orange, his eyes were crimson.

He sunk into the Crystal's embrace. Around here he was given fake smiles. Around here he heard Galen gossip about him went they thought he could not hear. Galen's faces always portrayed welcome and acceptance around him but their bodies were uneasy, very uneasy. He forced tears back from his eyes and suppressed sobs from escaping. He'd been living here for twenty years and he was still foreign and distant.

But it wasn't like this place was any better than where he had been before. It was a stinky city, with thugs, high school street gangs, and plenty of crime. It was a human city, with real people who might have called him short or mistaken him for a child, but they didn't actively distance him, he was just ignored, unnoticed. But here, he was the center of the stares. In the human city where he used to live he had a few good friends. No, these where his best friends whom he spend a good two and a half years fighting alongside, brutal battle after brutal battle.

These people weren't really human. Yusuke was a half-demon with large spiritual power, Kurama was the spirit of a fox demon that fled into the embryo of a human boy, Kuwabara was technically a human with abnormal Spiritual power, Genkai was an old human lady in the same boat as Kuwabara, and Botan the Spirit World Oarswoman[3] who fit in a class of her own.

The little man sighed and pressed closer to the Crystal. He remembered every little detail of the last time he saw his true friends. What color of the clothes they wore, the exact tone they used when they spoke, the sounds of the individual motors of cars behind them. Upon the backside of his eyelids, his mind projected the memory in perfect detail.

Yusuke had his hair gelled back, his hands in the pockets of the bottom of his school uniform, and his body propped up against the side of the red brick stadium. He had chosen to wear the black leather jacket Kuwabara had given for his birthday. Underneath the jacket was a white shirt that Yusuke's closet seemed to be an endless generator of. The shirt was not tucked in because he had not worn it during the game. Instead he revealed that he had painted a large green 'S' on his chest, and sat in a line of other boys who had done the same to spell the words 'GO SWORDSMEN!' (including a guy with nothing on his bare chest to represent a space). If you looked at Yusuke's shirt hard enough you could make the 'S' out. On Yusuke's feet were the black boots I had made him for his birthday in response to a challenge set by his mother to get him a pair of 'feet covers' that would last a year. These boots had lasted two and still had plenty of life left in them, I made them with extreme abuse in mind of course.

Kurama was wearing that rancid purple school uniform of his. He was zipping up the top, having been the 'space' in 'GO SWORDSMEN!', and we couldn't have the perfect example running around shirtless, could we? Kurama was standing calmly next to Yusuke, their faces a bit red from screaming. Kurama's shoes were a pair of uncomfortable dress shoes that shined brighter than the sun.

Genkai and Botan stood a little to my right like they were twins. Both donned forest green kimonos with brown belts. Botan had pink socks and sandals. Genkai had no socks that I could see and a pair of well-fitting black shoes. The old women had pulled her hair loosely into a bun that was held together by a green flag that had 'GO TEAM!!' written on it in yellow letters. She had her arms crossed and her classic glare on her face. Botan had just kept her hair in the pony tail that it never escaped from. Now Botan was waving two of the 'GO TEAM!!' flags around in a sickeningly cute manner.

Kuwabara was walking over, from the left, with a wooden baseball bat on his right shoulder. He donned a yellow hat and what were once white socks (they were a muddy brown now). He had on his baseball uniform which had bits of seriously ground in dirt all over (though a good majority was on his pastel yellow pants). The forest green shirt he wore had 'SWORDSMAN' written in yellow on the front and 'KUWABARA' written on the back along with a large '13'.

I was warring a forest green tank top with my usual black pants and boots. Over my left arm I had slung my over coat. It was too blasted hot to be wearing a black over coat for a human, thus in order not to look crazy I was not wearing it. And to some extent, I was glad I wasn't. It would have been a bit unpleasant sitting next to a bunch of sweaty people with no chance for escape, while wearing a black over coat.

"Hey guys, thanks for coming! This is the first year that we made the play-offs and it's a real treat to have all you come!" Kuwabara thanked.

"I only reason why any of us came was to watch you publicly humiliate yourself, though you certainly disappointed me in that department. Watching your other fans beat up that guy in the bird suit was only slightly amusing." I calmly retorted. Kuwabara glared at me.

"You fell asleep didn't you!? I bet you didn't even watch me hit that homerun!" He snapped.

"Homerun? Oh you must mean the thing the announcer kept on saying that 'Unlucky 13' was hitting them all the time!" I honestly didn't know what a 'homerun' was, but I assumed it wasn't a great achievement and insulted him with it.

"Yes sir! I made the league record for the amount of loaded bases homeruns scored in a game! Bet you can't do that shorty!" Kuwabara disarmed me by proving it was an impressive feat.

At that Kurama winked at me and mouthed 'I'll explain later'.

"That is impressive, and what's more impressive is that your "swordsmen" creamed the Parrots with the best display of sportsmanship I've seen in years. Now if only my pupil would follow such a good example…." Genkai remarked absently.

"Ba-san!! I'm not that bad!" Yusuke attempted to defend himself.

"Oh, Yusuke! Why do you always treat Master Genkai with so little respect? She's your master!" Botan half complained as she stopped waving her flags. I decided that I was going to go out for a run to get my stiff body moving again. And so I waved and began to walk away.

"Hiei," I stopped at Kurama's mention of my name, "aren't you going to stay for the party Shizuru's planed?"

"No, I haven't got the time." I looked over my shoulder. Genkai grabbed my wrist.

"Time or no time you should at least congratulate Kuwabara, he and the rest of his team were an impressive sight as far as baseball goes. And I'm not letting go until you show him respect, after all if you just did sword dance perfectly and I knew nothing of those dances, I'd at least take the cue from everyone else that you did well and give you my appreciation." She gave me look at only mothers can give and I was left with no choice but to comply.

"Hey baka! I don't know anything about this baseball thing you like to do, but I have to admit that going out on that field and running around hitting and catching balls in this heat is something that takes great strength and determination to do without losing precision. I congratulate you on your stubbornness and endurance. I also think that it takes a decent amount of skill to get along with your teammates, the way you did." At that I was released.

"Th-thanks Hiei." He was stunned to see me compliment him without intending to insult him.

"Now, I've got to be going!" I was stopped again, this time by Kuwabara.

"Here's tickets to the next game. I hope you show your face with a better understanding of baseball!" Kuwabara left me with tickets in one hand, coat the other.

"Yeah, I'll go, I'd like to see your fans beat up another mascot." I turned around and looked at them gave a small wave, which was returned by more enthusiastic waves.

He let lose a soft sob and the Crystal tightened its hold around him. He still had the tickets in his pocket, they were worn and abused. He pulled them out. His only memento of his friends.

'I was going to see Kurama about baseball when I was brought here. Twenty years ago…' Hiei thought to himself. A Galen hand rested its fingers on the top of the sheet of paper. Hiei's eyes followed the hand, up the arm, and over to the face.

It was a heart shaped face with cat yellow eyes and a dark pink/purple mixture hair color that flowed down her face in soft, smooth waves. The lips were the same crimson of Hiei's eyes. The expression was one of concern.

"You're melancholy again…. You still miss your friends, even after twenty years?" The Galen's voice was soft and had this strange warmth that didn't seem to fit the Galen[4]. Hiei's mind spun fast thoughts. He realized that he did have a few friends here. Kairos Skyeyes, the lady that stood before him, was the only person here that knew him as a person. He had told her things about himself he wouldn't dream of telling his best friends.

"Of course, we demons do not easily forget. That's why we still mourn things that have long left this world, isn't it?" She continued on delicately guiding his hand to put away the tickets. After that task was complete his hand was lifted up and set upon her cheek with care.

"You're warm…." She uttered absently, as she always did every time she felt his skin.

"You always say that." Hiei pointed out to her.

"And its always true." Her eyes glittered softly.

That was when the Crystal took matters into its own 'hands'. It gently shoved Kairos into Hiei. And the two found themselves kissing. Instead of reacting violently as one would expect of Hiei, he accepted the kiss and let it deepen into a lover's caress. After a few long moments the lips parted.

"Dammit! I'm love with you!" Hiei cursed under his breath. His mind began to entertain thoughts of his friends reactions.

'What the f---!? The arrogant bastard in love!? I think he's lost it!' Kuwabara would scream while running around. Mental note: if I ever see him again, do not be around when he figures this out.

'Congratulations Hiei!' Yusuke would slap a hand heavily on my shoulder. 'I always knew that you had a heart somewhere in there!' Then Yusuke would bent down and whisper in my ear. 'So what's she like? Oh, wait! Are you still a virgin?' Mental note: if he asks any pervert questions like that, kick him squarely in the crouch and tell him that he's too immature for that and shouldn't be perverted so often.

'Hiei are you okay?' Kurama would them proceed to check my temperature and ask questions concerning my sanity. Another mental note: have Kairos there to confirm my sanity and my love for her.

'Good for you.' Genkai would just say and end that conversation.

'Omigosh! Hiei are you serious!?' Botan would be in practical hysterics. Mental note: do not tell Botan, save myself the pain of calming her down.

"-Hiei! Hiei are you there?" Kairos waved her hand in front of his face. Hiei came back to reality.

"Yes, just thinking about what my friends would say if they ever found out about us…." He began to absently play with her hair.

"From what I know about those crazy friends of yours, I'd say that all of them would be in some form of hysterics with the exception of Genkai, or was Kurama the old lady?" Kairos didn't ever remember names and faces.

"You got it right the first time. What would really blow their minds is the fact that we're married. Once they got over our relationship, of course. Genkai and maybe Kurama wouldn't really over-react." Hiei smiled as he could just picture Kuwabara's jaw on the floor right next to Yusuke's jaw and Botan's unconscious body.

"Hiei, I know this is hard for you, but you've got to get over this! Is it really fair for you to suffer twenty years? It-it makes me suffer too!" Kairos suddenly exploded and crumbled into his arms. Hiei startled by this sudden outburst and found himself holding her up. He felt sobs come to his throat and because he couldn't bare to let one out in her presence, he was rendered speechless.

Hiei held her tight, yet his knees suddenly collapsed from all the pressures he'd felt over the years. The two lovers lay there at the foot of the Crystal, cuddled in its warm embrace. After a moment Hiei let a sob.

"Hiei?" The woman in his arms looked up into his near-tear eyes.

"I'm sorry Kairos. I cannot forget them, they're my brothers in a way. Besides, the only reason why they haven't show their faces yet is the time difference. I won't forgive myself if I forgot them, or any part of them!" He had an edge of desperation in his voice. Kairos nodded.

"I'm the one who should be sorry, they're important people to you and its not my place to take your treasures away from you. I've been selfish." She explained.

"I can promise you that I'll do everything in my power not to suffer around you. Its not right for me to drag you down with me." Hiei stood up, pulling her up with him.

"Is that alright, love?" He brushed a tear away a tear that she had cried at some point during their talk. She nodded softly and he kissed her. It wasn't long, but it felt that way.

"Now don't we have two children to look after?" He asked her with greater enthusiasm than he had had all day. She laughed.

"We do don't we?"

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[1] I don't actually know where Hiei is from so I made up a name.

[2] To the Galen, black is not considered a color, nor is white or any shade of gray.

[3] Instead of the stereotypical 'Grim Reaper' appearance, people are brought into the other world by attractive ladies riding oars, hence the name 'Oarswomen'.

[4] Galen have a average body temperature of 90° F, they like their food cold, and they live in rooms with and average temperature of 60° F. The Crystals that surround the Galen are cool to human touch. Their treatment of others shows that they are often cold-hearted and cruel. Thus, explains why Hiei is unaccepted.

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Author's Ending Note: This idea popped into my head one night, so it's a little crazy sounding, but trust me, the story gets better. Please R&R!!