-Tren: Hello everyone and welcome to my latest fan fiction venture! Now then, I'm so excited to tell you that this story has finally become a reality! Yes… it is being typed and posted! And it's all due to the gracious help of my friend Sabs! Now then, for all of you who have read my other stories, this one is just a bit crazier than my alternate universe story, so brace yourself! The two female OC's that play out the parts of mothers come from fanfics previously written (and still not finished) by my friend Sabs and me. The kiddies are our own brainchildren, spawned from too much sugar and caffeine and fueled by phone conversations! So… In no way do I (or Sabs) own any Yu Yu Hakusho characters, though Arisa and Nakia belong to us alone, same goes for the kiddies! We also do not own any Gods nor do we endorse any particular religion. Thank you. And now then, I believe it is time for you to read the story! And please, review!

It's fifteen minutes until school starts, and where was Keichi? Fast asleep in his bed, completely unaware that time was flying past him.

"Keichi?"

The voice that called out through the modest house was of Keichi's father.

"KEICHI!"

Keichi started awake, rolling out of his bed and onto the floor, landing with a rather heavy thud. Muttering darkly, he pulled himself off the floor with the help of his bed, rubbing his shoulder.

"Keichi! Are you wake yet?"

"YES! ALRIGHT? YES!"

"You have five minutes to get to school!"

Now, as you might remember, Keichi has fifteen minutes, actually fourteen now, but his father knew two things about his son. One: that he never was on time unless led to believe that he was going to be late. And two: that Keichi wouldn't know the difference because the only clock in his room died around three years ago and he hasn't bothered to replace its batteries.

Rapidly swearing as rummaged around his room he pulled out his only clean shirt and shoved it on while still searching for the jacket to his school's uniform. Spying it on a chair he snatched it off and raced out of his bedroom while pulling on socks, which can be rather dangerous.

"Don't forget to eat breakfast!"

Turning a sharp 360° turn he darted up the stairs and captured a slice of toast as it came airborne out of the toaster and shoved it into his mouth, heading back down the stairs to shove on his shoes, grab his backpack and call out to his father that he was leaving.

Never mind the fact that the school was about a hour long walk away and even running would only cut the trip down to 26 minutes, Keichi sprinted down the streets of the city, finally turning around a corner of the school's brick barrier, colliding with something.

Sputtering, and desperately trying to dislodge toast from his throat he looked up at what he had ran into, surprised to find out that it was a young man, who was now trying to figure out just what had hit him.

"Ouch," the young man muttered, picking up the books and papers that had suddenly decided to fly from his arm as soon as Keichi rammed into him.

"I'll say," Keichi replied, gasping for breath as the toast finally decided to give up it's death grip go where it rightfully belonged.

This was the first time Keichi got a good look at him, noticing that he didn't look like any other human, nor did he sense like it. Pale blue hair fell just over his ears, hinting that he needed just a bit of a haircut, bangs falling into his hazel eyes that seemed to hint crimson when the light hit them just right. The young man pulled his lanky form off the concrete, brushing off the knees of his pants and sighing, looking down at his watch.

"AH! School is going to be starting!" he cried out then looked around, kneeling down to rummage around the surprisingly lush grass that extended past the wall.

"Looking for these?" Keichi asked, holding up a square pair of titanium rimmed glasses. The young man took them gratefully, pushing them onto his face and smiling gratefully at him.

"Thanks, can't see anything without them… That's right! I'm gonna be late!"

"Don't sweat it, where do you need to be?" Keichi asked, standing up and looking at the stranger's schedule. "Oh, no biggie, I need to be there too, come on!"

Keichi grabbed the student's wrist, noticing that his skin was very cool to the touch despite the feverish heat of summer that made everything have those creepy heat waves dance off them. In fact, thanks to Keichi's shortcuts, they made it into class with barely two minutes to spare.

Leaning against her desk was the teacher, a young woman, her long black hair pulled back into a high pony tail to try and ward off the heat. Grasped in one hand was a Bic pen and in the other a thin pad of detention slips.

"Hmpf, so you made it," she muttered and it was obvious that she wasn't exactly thrilled. "And this must be the new student… Samui was it?"

The blue haired young man nodded. Biting her lip, the teacher placed the detention pad on the desk and picked up a clipboard with the seating chart for the period resting on it. After scribbling something on it she pointed over to a desk that was nestled between two empty seats and sighed.

"You'll sit between Minomino and Urameshi, got it?"

Samui nodded courteously, turning to go to his seat while Keichi followed him, sitting down in the desk that was pushed up against the wall, a small window resting on his right.

"Hey, sorry for running into you and all."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it," Samui sighed, pulling out a mechanical pencil and a spiral notebook.

"Thought I was gonna be late," Keichi explained, unzipping his backpack and pulling out a tattered book, opening it to where a scrap of paper was trapped between its pages.

"Like I said, it's alright."

"So then, what's your name? I mean, your last name?"

"Samui Kuwabara."

Now Keichi was interested. In fact, the entire conversation until that moment was just polite chatter, but now he was actually paying attention.

"As in Kazuma Kuwabara?"

"Yes," Samui replied, vaguely wondering how Keichi knew his dad's name but brushed it off. It really wasn't his problem. "Since I've told you mine, your last name is Minomino?"

"Hm?" Keichi decided to doge the question. "Where exactly did you transfer from?"

"Israel."

Samui decided wisely not to pursue Keichi's last name. Minomino was a common last name. He probably hadn't even heard of his dad's old friend Suiichi.

"Man, must be hot there," Keichi muttered, pulling at the collar of his jacket.

"Yes, it is."

Now, so far Keichi had steered this conversation right where he wanted it and an evil little smirk graced his features for a moment before going to back to the blank stare he had reserved for reading.

"Can't be too bad for a half Koorime like you though," Keichi added casually, flicking another page over in his book.

"What did you say?" Samui asked, looking over at Keichi, his heart beginning to race.

"You're a half-breed, right? Not that I care, you probably don't want it getting out…" Keichi trailed off, making it sound almost like subtle threat.

"I don't want any trouble for my mother," Samui replied warily.

"Don't worry, I won't cause it," Keichi muttered, turning another page in his book.

In that moment the bell rang, signaling that anyone who wasn't in already was late. Seconds later the door nearly flew open as a young woman walked in, pulling something out of her jacket pocket.

"Urameshi, you're late," the teacher drawled, holding out her hand for a note.

"I have a note from my mom!" she replied, holding out a crumpled post-it note. (Ta-Da!)

After prying it from her fingers, the teacher scanned over the messy handwriting, nodded her head and motioned for her to take her seat.

"Hey! Samui, great to see you again!" she whispered over to Samui while pulling out the essay the teacher was asking for.

"Nice to see you, too, Midori," Samui nodded his head to her, grateful to no longer be talking to Keichi.

Midori just smiled, pushing her long black hair over one shoulder. As usual, she was not dressed in the school uniform, choosing to wear a pair of torn jeans, a weathered white tank top and a jean jacket that had defiantly seen better days. As if to finish off her street style, a battered pair of red Converse Chucks was shoved onto her feet, the laces untied and curling around the shoes like snakes.

Quietly the teacher made her way through the classroom's aisles, picking up the essays from the students. As usual, the last people she stopped by were Midori and Keichi. She held out her hand, letting Midori place her essay into it and then looked over at Keichi, bored.

"Minomino, did you even do the essay?" she asked, tapping a foot against the tile.

"Believe it or not, I did, just don't want to fail your class," Keichi replied, smiling insincerely at her while handing over a surprisingly thick stack of papers held together by a paper clip.

"Wonderful," she muttered dryly, walking away, unaware that Keichi was presently flipping her off.

Soon the class fell into the annoying routine and boredom settled onto the room. The note taking was broken by a young student opening the door and walking over to the teacher, handing over a hall pass and quickly walking off.

"Hey, look, it's a pigeon," Midori noted as the messenger closed the door quietly behind him.

"Quick Midori, strike up a conversation! You've finally found someone with your IQ," Keichi replied sardonically, looking over at her rather smug.

"Minomino, it's for you. For once, you're being sent to Takanaka's office without a detention slip," she smiled at Keichi with a mean little sneer as he picked up his bags and headed off, grabbing the slip of paper as he left.

Now then, you might remember Takanaka from when Yusuke Urameshi was still in school… yes, somehow he's still alive… some characters just don't die! ( .;;)

Hefting his bag higher up on his shoulder he walked up to the assistant, showing the slip to her. Surprised, she looked up and then sighed, taking it from him.

"Good to see you're not in trouble this time… he's waiting for you inside," she motioned for him to go in with a bored wave of her hand.

Kinda surprised himself that he wasn't in trouble he turned the knob to the door and pulled it open, closing it behind him carefully.

"Takanaka?" he called out into the office.

"Minomino, there you are!"

Keichi looked around the room, noticing that someone was sitting in one of the high backed chairs. Obviously the person was pretty darn short, since their feet dangled quite a few inches off the floor. Curious, he looked over at Takanaka for an explanation.

"Minomino, I would like you to meet Appoline Yukaito. She's a new student here. I would deeply appreciate it if you showed her around the school," he explained as the girl got up out of her chair and walked around it.

She was indeed very petite, with black hair tipped in blue. White bangs fell over her right eye, revealing a left eye that a very shocking blue. Despite the sweltering heat she still wore the winter uniform. A black bandana was tied over her forehead. She just smiled at him, bowing courteously.

Completely unaware to Keichi that this rather mild-mannered looking girl would cause him to lose sleep, and become a criminal… but it was an easy mistake. Who would think a docile school girl would be planning illicit plans?

-Tren: Hm, look an end to this chapter… I would have kept typing but… meh, I didn't want it to be too long. So, what exactly did you think? Please review, the next chappy will be up as soon as possible. So, thanks! And like I said… REVIEW!