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"Tyger, tyger, burning bright

In the forest of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry

What the Hammer? What the Chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? What dread grasp

Dare it's deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears, and water'd heaven with thier tears,

Did He smile His work to see?

Did He who made the Lamb make thee?"

~ William Blake, The Tyger

*~JumbleD DelbmuJ~*

"Gates, Jennifer." The man at customs sat behind the desk, gazing at my passport. "Are you really 1.89 meters?" He asked slightly baffled that I was over six foot. Sighing, I nodded 'yes' before having my passport stamped. "Welcome to Japan, Miss. Gates" He muttered as I exited through the door. "So, how did it go?" My father Adair Gates asked while grinning as I rubbed the bridge of my nose attentively.

"Fine, but I was right. The security man still asked if I was over six foot." I snickered holding out my hand awaiting the crisp ten-dollar bill I was to receive. "And here I thought they'd be too polite to ask." Dad grumbled digging in his pocket, handing me a few bills I didn't recognize immediately. "I keep forgetting we're back to yen." I mumbled fingering the bills lightly before tucking them unceremoniously into my wallet. "Well, might as well sit down while we wait for Tobi and your cousin to get here."

We waited a few moments before Tobi came bursting through the door. "The dumb bastards refuse to believe my natural hair color is purple, stupid shit faces." She cursed quietly; I imagine steam coming off the top of her head as I feel the strange presence around her heighten with anger.

"So she's your cousin?" Kuwabara asked again, for the third time on this very long trip to the airport. "Yes, on my mom's side." Yusuke's curt reply came again as he squeezed the steering wheel tightly. "What's the big deal? Why'd ya get everyone together? Hell, even Shrimpy is here." Kuwabara yelled as Hiei glared at him, not releasing his vice-like grip on the seat of the SUV. It didn't matter how many times Hiei rode in the vile contraption, he would never get used to it. "Yes, Yusuke, I must agree. It's very odd that you want us to meet this cousin of yours." Kurama nodded looking out the window, watching buildings pass by him at an alarming rate.

"Look, Jimmy isn't like other people. She's like us, but she doesn't know it." Yusuke growled becoming more frustrated with the red heads. "How does she not know it? I mean come on! It's obvious!" Kuwabara demanded, testing the limits of his seatbelt getting as close as he could to the former detective's head. "Didn't you say this cousin is female, as well?" Kurama pitched in looking at Yusuke with mild interest.

"She is, Jimmy is her nick-name. But call her Jennifer when you first meet her, it's kinda an inside joke. And, well, that second part is hard to explain." Yusuke spoke as his brow became creased. Hiei refused to admit his interest so settled for looking out the window while listening. "Try us, Urameshi." Kuwabara looked at him through the rear-view mirror.

"It's a long story, but here's a summary. When we where six, she told me she was special and changed a paperweight into an apple. Her friend, Tobi, is a lot like Hiei in the fact that she's fast… really fast. Anyway the point is, whatever demon is inside of Jim won't help her out at all and her demon's dreams are causing her a great amount of pain and spiritual energy flashes. They're flashes of this demon's memories, which said demon is trying to keep them from Jim. These flashes, or what ever, are causing a great disturbance for Tobi's line of work, so they're moving back to Japan. There, got it?" Yusuke sped into the airport garage, pausing only to take the ticket from a toll booth. "Oh." Is the only thing that comes out of Kuwabara's mouth as his brain processed this tid-bit of information.

"What is Tobi's line of work, exactly?" Kurama asked, curiosity piqued in this entire fiasco. "I dunno, I don' wanna know. I'm not gonna ask." Yusuke flinched as he turns the car off, remembering when he once took a swing at Tobi... She had broken three of his ribs with a paper back book in response. "Here's the deal. Tobi doesn't exactly like talkin'. The less questions we ask, the less chance for her to get her pan'ies in a twist." "Sheesh, what's the girl's problem? Is she related to the shrimp or somethin'?" Kuwabara grumbled crossing his arms. "Or somethin', look none of this leaves the car, got it?" Yusuke demands looking everybody in the vehicle. "Good lets go get 'em."

Walking into the customs office, Yusuke was pleased at the sight before him

"The dumb bastards refuse to believe my natural hair color is purple, stupid shit faces."

"Tobi." Yusuke smiled ushering everyone through the door.

"Go figure, the few words we ever hear her speak, and she's cursing people."

Tobi glowers as Yusuke walks into the room, as if she smelled something foul and disgusting. Truth be told, all I could smell were roses. Like the whole room had been swallowed by the scarlet flower and left the walls as a blessing. "Why do I smell the ever pungent aroma of roses?" My nose crinkled slightly, I hated roses. In fact I hated most flowers in general. Stupid flowers. The just sit in a pot and look a pretty, causing allergies and stuff.

.. "Ku- Shuichi works as Landscaper, he likes to go out to the job when the weather is nice." Yusuke smiled wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "He's the not ugly red-head, just so you know." "Shuichi, interesting name." "It's pretty common." Yusuke raised an eye-brow at me, hoping I might catch a secret meaning. Mission failed on my part.

"Holy crap, Urameshi! Your cousin is either really short, or really tall." The other red... ish head bellowed. He leaned closer to Yusuke pulling him away from me before whispering. "They're both hot though." I cleared my throat. "Um, hello… yeah …I can hear every word you're saying." I tried to hide my smile but failed, miserably. "Oh, um, ha ha ha. This is awkward. I'm Kazuma Kuwabara." "It's not awkward unless you want it to be. Tobi's a looker, that's for sure. Just make sure ya don't touch." I laughed shaking his hand. Yes, it was very easy to see how Tobi would be deemed attractive. At four-foot ten, she had a built body with to die for curves, matched with her bad girl attitude, vibrant purple hair, and a rather large chest area. "Well Kazuma..." "It's Kuwabara, everyone but Yukina calls him that." My loving and courteous cousin interrupted grabbing our bags and handing them to us, Tobi taking hers with a fierce glare. Courteous my ass. I thought, taking my own luggage with a small grin. Some things never change.

"Well, um, Kuwabara, I'm glad, and a little flattered, you find us attractive. But I think we should go. You and I stick out like sore thumbs... or just really tall people." Our large caravan headed out the door, creating a considerable shift in the height average in the room. "So do the rest of you have last name's too, or just Kazu- Kuwabara?" Adair laughs as the doors close behind him, the man with electric socket hair 'hn'ed and glared. "Nope, they're John Doe's, Dad." I laugh indulgently smiling at Shuichi, tugging my suitcase behind me as I follow Yusuke to his car. "Minamino Shuichi." He replied nodding, another strong wave of roses pounded against my senses.

I think I'm going to barf.

"Um, Shuichi, not to be rude. But is there any way you can, I don't know, not smell so much like roses next time? I might get sick." I asked chewing my lip out of nervous habit. He looked at me, a little surprised at my request, his leafy green eyes asking questions that weren't deemed polite to ask. "I don't like flowers much." I offered as Yusuke headed to an SUV. "Why, someone beat you to death with 'em?" Kuwabara asked and was responded to by Tobi's bag slammed into his stomach. I flinched at little at the sound of his vertebrae popping, which had been a slight shove on Tobi's part. "It's okay, Tobi. It's a fair question." I smiled at my purple haired friend as she clamored into the car, slamming the door with a little huff. I looked at Kuwabara and sighed as three sets of eye's were glued intently on my face, Yusuke's fluid movement of baggage slowed as he waited for my response, always ready to come to my aide, my dad standing close by waiting. "The smell of them makes me nauseous, it's really stupid and a bit sad, and they look so pretty. But deep down, that's all they are pretty. Superficial, in their own right. The rest isn't something I really like to talk about. Maybe another time." I shrugged, getting into the car. I felt my face heave into a sour mess as I looked out into the parking lot. Wishing you where here. I sighed resting my head against the window as Yusuke slammed the trunk shut.

"I think I'm turning Japanese, think I'm turning Japanese. I really think so."

I mumbled fogging the glass, looking down, and fiddling with the fraying of my shirt, brief flashes of Konzatsu's memories filling my mind. A house some where in the woods and a dress… You really are no help at all, ya know that? I internally grumbled as I felt Konzatsu's presence laugh as wave of drowsiness passed over from the use of my energies. "Konzatsu," I said looking up at Yusuke, ignoring the confusion poured out of the other's faces. I smiled, tapping my nose as he looked at me through the rear view mirror, our secret symbol for the unexplainable or just plain stupid actions that occurred with the two of us. "That what we decided to call her, Konzatsu."

"Confusion? Yeah, that sounds about right."

"I don' kno' what ta do Yusuke."

"Do abou' wha' Jim-Jim?" Yusuke asked rolling in the grass, watching his cousin tug on her chestnut pig tails.

"Weird stuff has been happenin' ya know? First those lights then that weird dream." The six year old shivered as she remembered the pale clawed hand leading her into a forest in the depths of her mind.

"Lights bust all the time Jim." Yusuke rolled his eyes before putting a long strand of grass in his mouth. "Besides, not like a dream can hurt ya', right?"

"Lights only bust open in movies Yusuke. I'm not so sure it's a dream; it feels like I've been there before like that De Ja Boo thingy." Jennifer huffed, crossing her arms like the princess she always pretend she was.

"Well someone's acting all high and mighty!"

"I'm practicing patients for when I'm a princess, so I don't order my knights to give you a bath!"

"Ooo, look at me I'm a pretty princess!" Yusuke mocked getting off the ground and twirling about like a drunkard.

"I am so!" The little princess cried out, launching herself at her cousin.

"Ouch! Real princess don't tackle people!"

"They do so!"

"Nu-uh."

"Well, I'm a ninja-princess-astronaut! So I can rule the stars and kick butt!"

"Yeah, and I'm the walking dead."

And then one day…

he was.