Well, this is my first piece of real fan fiction so I'm gonna expect a lot of flames for this...doesn't mean I don't hope i won't get any flames but I'm being realistic...

Anyway I've got two things to say to ya'll looking at this right now.

1) Yes this is a yaoi fic. Shonen ai, slash, boy love, whatever you wanna call it. So now you can't bitch and say I didn't warn you it was a M/M fic.

2) I don't care if you don't like the pairings I pick for this story. So don't start sending me reviews telling me to change the pairing before its too late or something. My story, my fanfiction.

Now this is a really late christmas present for my friend who I think was a writer here but stopped writing. This is a Chobits YYH crossover since I've never seen anyone write a crossover of those two. Its usually Inuyasha, YGO, or Harry Potter...the last one beyond my understanding. Its AU, and since I have already stated this is my first real fan fic the characters may end up being OOC so sorry in advanced.

Disclaimer: I own all the little characters you do not recognise from the manga or the shows of both Chobits and YYH. I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, that belongs to Yoshihiro-san. I do not own Chobits, that belongs to those wonderful CLAMP girls.

Lets get this train wreck a'rollin!

"Hi! You finally woked up!"

Confusion. Intrigue.

"I'm glad you're not sleeping anymore. My Kaasan said sleeping too much is bad for you."

Query?

"Oh yeah, my name is Kazuma!"

Kazuma. Curiosity.

"Tousan says your name is 'Usuke! He says you're very special!"

Concern?

"No! Being special is good! At least my Tousan says so."

Special…feel good.

Chapter 1- On the river bank

The sun's rays peered into the small room shining brightly upon the sleeping figure on the floor. Groaning the figure hiked the comforter higher over their head and tried to settle back down into slumber. However it seemed the entire world had conspired against him and the sun reflected off a nearby mirror right into exhausted blue eyes.

"Alright, I'm getting up! I give!" The redhead growled and sat up wearily, a single large hand reaching up to rest upon soft copper curls. The thick blanket slid down his smooth muscular chest pooling down around his waist.

Running large gentle fingers through curly orange hair, he sat there for a few moments waiting till he fully woke up before getting up off the floor and his comfortable futon. The sounds of birds chirping faintly rang in his ears, a small smile finding itself on his thin lips. The hand slid down from his hair to his face, gently touching the golgo lines that rest beneath his eyes and curved downward till they reached the top of his distinct cheekbones. They continued to run down his elongated face stopping to rest on his chin, stroking it as if memorizing how it felt.

Sighing he turned to look out the window, his eyes squinting as they tried to adapt to the sudden change in brightness. "I better start packing for that trip to Ojii-san and Oba-san's house; no telling how mad Oba-san will get if I'm late again." Slowly forcing himself up onto his feet, 18 year old Kuwabara Kazuma began his morning routine to prepare for the day ahead.

Kuwabara ambled down the barren road dressed in a pair of tattered jeans and a light blue t-shirt with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He'd forgotten how far it was to his grandparent's estate from the city, but he figured walking would be cheaper then taking a taxi. Plus it was good exercise; he'd been slacking off in his training for the past few months. You had to be in top shape when random thugs from other universities thought it was amusing to try and beat your face in.

He didn't know why, but it seemed he was the prime target on any gangs' list. Maybe it was because of the way he looked, the way he talked, who knew really. But whatever the reason it forced him into weight lifting and shadow boxing. Kuwabara had also taken to sword training but he'd chosen to do so out of leisure. However college had been demanding more of his attention and time. And to top it all off, he had a job and bills to worry about. Kuwabara just didn't have time to worry about fighting anymore, especially if he wanted to feed himself and keep his apartment.

Wiping sweat off his brow, Kuwabara looked up into the clear blue sky. The wind twirled the dirt around his feet like miniature sandstorms, dirtying up his white sneakers a bit. Nothing a little soap and water couldn't fix. The seemingly endless fields of grass surrounding him on both sides of the road danced in the wind, bending on their stalks and swaying like waves on the ocean.

Looking up ahead Kuwabara saw the bridge he had to cross before finally reaching his destination. Anticipation bubbled up within his stomach and he quickened his pace. The wooden planks beneath his feet groaned at his weight but held fast, supporting the tall young adult as he walked over to the railing and set his bag down. Leaning against the rail he breathed in the smell of the country side. The air here was pure - not polluted by sound and smog. Mt. Fuji was easier to see out here, and there were no tall buildings blocking his view of the sunny sky.

The gentle trickling of the river beneath him reached his ears and he glanced down into the clear waters below. However his reverie was disturbed as he saw what he thought was a body protruding out of the water.

"Oh shit! T-that's a body!" Quickly scooping up his bag and making his way across the bridge, Kuwabara carefully went down the slop and approached the prone figure on the sandy riverbank. Frowning as he saw the person was face down in the sand, he crouched down beside the drenched person and hesitantly reached out to try and roll the person over onto their back. After a moment he realized this seemingly thin person was actually very heavy.

Finally he managed to roll the stiff figure over and he stilled. The person appeared to be a young boy about two years younger then him, short jet black hair framing his boyish face. He was dressed in a tattered white t-shirt and dark jeans that were barely hanging onto his body. Kuwabara blinked and narrowed his eyes as he noticed something sticking out from his hair. Brushing it aside, he found a strange piece of smooth white object sticking out in place of his ears. It looked sort of like a cat ear in a way, and its tip was painted a vibrant green.

He found another replacing the opposite ear and sat back in awe. "I can't believe it - it's a Persocom!" Kuwabara scoffed, an annoyed look coming across his face. "Who the hell would throw out something super expensive like that?" Or perhaps they just seemed expensive to someone in a financial situation like him.

Persocoms were human shaped computers that had their own voice and personality, if you wanted them to have a personality that is. These machines were made to look exactly like a human; they even possessed all the human anatomy. The only way you could tell a human and a Persocom apart was from the persocoms strange ears that varied from model to model. Some looked like horns, others like bells, and some like cat ears. They had male ones and female ones. They could be the size of a human, or small enough to fit in your palm. It all depended on your personal preference and style.

Now almost everyone the red head knew had a Persocom. Hell, even his grandparents had a Persocom and they still had no idea how to work the VCR and DVD player right. They had always encouraged Kuwabara to buy a Persocom, worried about him being alone in his apartment all the time. However Kuwabara was more worried about actually keeping his apartment then being alone in it. He refused to waste money on a human imitation that probably wouldn't be good company anyway.

Moving onto his knees he pulled the machine's lower half out of the water and checked for water damage. "Looks pretty fine to me," Kuwabara muttered picking at the soaked jeans, "I bet with Kurama's help I can fix this…maybe I can keep it afterwards and finally get Oba-san off my back about getting one of these things." Adjusting his duffle bag on his shoulder so it wouldn't get in the way, Kuwabara slipped an arm under the computer's legs and wrapped the other under its upper body and tried to stand up. It took a minute or two but finally he managed to get up right. Huffing loudly as he strained to hold the heavy load, he slowly turned and began to walk the final kilometer to his grandparent's home. "Man…forget going to the gym! I can weight lift with this thing! I really hope sis is there to open the door and help me carry it in…"

Kuwabara Shizuru sat in the living room of her grandparents' home reading a fashion magazine, a full ash tray sitting next to her on the couch. The family always complained about her smoking habits but never really did anything about it. It was their annual get together and of course her crazy Oba-san and Ojii-san insisted on buying the best Sake there and had left her in charge of the house while they were gone.

In the kitchen she listened to her grandparents' Persocom Nikita busily clean up in preparation for the little party which would consist of the old jolly couple themselves, Nikita, Shizuru's mobile Persocom, Chiriyum, herself, and of course her baby brother Kazuma. Her thoughts paused at her brother's name.

The two looked nothing a like, and were more often confused as a couple rather then siblings. While his hair was a fiery orange, hers was a milk chocolate. His eyes were a lazy blue, and hers were a dark brown. He was muscular and had a long, slightly homely face, while she had a soft around body with gorgeous tomboyish face not littered with make up and the like. Her long hair nearly reached her waist, adding onto her beauty. But despite her looks she was just as tough as her younger brother. She was the one who taught him how to fight in the first place, and she could kick his ass badly. Though it did help he had this strange honor code that kept him from being rude or violent towards women.

Chiriyum was curled up in sleep mode on the coffee table, his tiny little body completely still as he 'slept'. His short gray hair covered most of his tiny face, and his hands held onto the part of his black jumpsuit that covered his stomach. He didn't snore, a feature Shizuru thought was pointless and didn't add, and the only way to tell he was even still functioning was the almost nonexistent whirring sound coming from his tiny frame.

Smiling slightly at the sight leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes, wondering when her favorite little brother would show up on the doorstep looking like he was mauled by a pack of wild dogs. The quiet was shattered when a loud voice called from the front door.

"Shizuru! Hurry and open up the door! I'm dying out here!" Taking her time to get up off the couch, Shizuru inched slowly toward the door, "I know you're purposely goin' slow to piss me off!", and reached out as fast as a sloth to turn the knob and allow her now shouting brother inside. The door flung open and the younger Kuwabara sibling nearly collapsed into the door way with the heavy bundle still clutched tightly in his arms.

"Hey Kazuma, glad you could make it," she grinned, ignoring the death glare pointed straight at her. Only Shizuru and their grandparents ever referred to Kuwabara by his first name. Other people he knew simply referred to him as Kuwabara. Heck, half of them didn't even know that was his last name. It didn't bother him too much; only people he really loved and trusted were allowed to call him Kazuma.

Finally moving out of the way Shizuru watched with amusment as Kuwabara clomped to his room and dropped the burden onto the large bed. The bed protested loudly at the sudden extreme weight placed upon it, and for a moment both brother and sister were afraid it would collapse. Luckily it soon quieted and the only sound was Nikita moving from the kitchen to the dinning room.

Shizuru followed her brother into the room and sat down on the computer chair near the door. She blinked as she finally noticed what her brother had lugged in and frowned. "I didn't know you finally caved in and got a Persocom." Kuwabara looked up from his position on the floor and frowned.

"I didn't. I found it in the river on the way and brought it here," he said motioning towards the machine on his bed, "I figured I could fix it up and maybe sell it or keep it." The brunette stared at her brother as if he had just told her he was pregnant.

"Kazuma, you have no idea where that thing has been, what it was used for, or why it was even thrown in the river in the first place. People just don't go throwing expensive machinery into random rivers."

The red head nodded in agreement. "That's exactly what I said when I found it. But hey, it's a computer right? I can reprogram it any way I want, as long as it wasn't too damaged from the river." He paused and crossed his arms, both siblings' attention drawn to the door as the green haired Nikita went by with a vacuum cleaner. "And guess I could really use one around my apartment. It could help me keep stuff clean so I don't end up living in a sea of dirty clothes and garbage," he continued after the cleaning Persocom had moved on to another part of the house.

Shifting a bit in the chair to cross one leg over the other, the brunette looked at her brother with a blank expression on her face. "If you are gonna keep that thing, at least take it out of those soaking clothes before it gets damaged." She stood up and walked out of the room, wandering off down the right of the hall. Probably in search of another pack of cigarettes, Kuwabara thought before returning his attention to the heavy robot on his bed. It still hadn't moved an inch since he had picked it up from the riverbank and it almost looked as if it were a young teenage boy in a peaceful state of sleep.

"Shizuru is right….probably should get these wet clothes off him and ask Nikita to dry em for me. Maybe I should also towel this thing off before it soaks my mattress too." Nodding to himself, the redhead got to work stripping the machine down and drying it off, slowly becoming more amazed and fascinated with it as the minutes rolled by.

To be continued...

Ugh...I think my brain burst half way through this...you know what to do and what that little purple button is for.