Hello, this is my first fic for YYH, because I am lame, and have only started watching this year. Its slightly AU, because the bunnies told me to, and the characters will be a bit OOC, because they wanted to.
Um, one note, when a character speaks, its like "this" and when they do the telepathy thing, its like 'this'. And I apologize in advance for the length. (all the chapters will probably be long.) R&R plz!
I sat on the living room floor between Kurama, and Yusuke, in front of the couch. I like to sit on the floor, they just did it to piss off their friend. They have a weird friendship.
We were laughing at another one of the team, a huge orange haired doofus with a soft spot for cats named Kuwabara. He'd tripped on the cat, who had a penchant for being exactly where he shouldn't be.
"Geeze Pyro, can't you teach your cat to, I dunno, not sleep in the middle of the floor?" Kuwabara complained, trying to not fall.
"Dude, you're the one who wanted to drag the damn thing here!" I laughed harder, beacause the cat decided to attack his foot as well.
Maybe I should start at the beginning...
Hi, I'm Pyro Feochadan*. I'm just a bit over 5 feet tall, I have curves (I love my curves) and long mousy brown hair. I'm told my blue eyes are too curious, and miss no detail I could use later. And I'm a witch with powers.
Its those powers that got me targeted by the things that go bump in the night. I've always had a little bit of a gift of sensing emotions, and being able to do spells beyond my training just from watching someone cast them. Apparently, the things that go bump don't like that second one.
I took a wrong turn on my way home. I did that a lot, because I have a crappy directional sense. (Thank the good and kind gods for the compass.) Anyways, that particular time, I found myself in an alley, trapped by the ugliest guy I have ever seen. He reeked of raw meat. If I hadn't been so freaked out, I may have puked on the guy.
"You can't be allowed to develop those powers, witch." He threw a fireball at me.
That pissed me off. Fire and Spirit are my elements. Nobody is allowed to kill me with my own damn element. So, I ducked, and threw one back at him, because my talent kicked in and I suddenly knew how.
I was either very lucky, or he was very shocked, because he was turned into a pile of ash.
Running footsteps skidded to a halt behind me. I turned, another fireball in my hand, and saw two boys. The taller one had this shock of rose red hair and a wicked-looking whip. The shorter one had black hair, and the most gorgeous blade I have ever had the pleasure of seeing up close.
The whip turned into a rose, and the red head held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. "Miss, please, we're not here to hurt you." His English was very good, only a hint of an accent.
"Your friend has a fucking katana aimed at my heart." I said, just a little upset at the way the evening was going.
He didn't look away from me. "Hiei, stop scaring the girl. Something just tried to kill her."
The one he called Hiei didn't waver. "She has a fireball aimed at me."
"Its aimed at you because, while it would be sweet to meet my end on such a gorgeous blade as yours, I really don't want to meet that end tonight." I said with all the attitude I could muster. It was attitude or falling over from the adrenaline rush.
"Hn." Not really much of a response, but at least he sheathed the katana.
I let the fireball go out. "Mind telling me what the hell is going on?"
"Damn, shortie, you didn't have to torch him. He was barely worth a fight." Another male voice came from behind me.
Once again I spun, fireball in hand, because yes, I was that damn jumpy.
The red head jumped in front of me. "No! Those are friends too."
Iglance at the two boys who had just joined us. A black haired boy who looked like he picked fights just because he could, and an orange haired boy who stood at least a head taller than the others. They were all, except for the one with the katana, taller than me.
"Baka ningen onna." Hiei, muttered.
I turned back to glare at him. "I heard that."
"As you can see, Hiei didn't torch the guy, she did. He was already burning before we got here." The soft tones of the red head cut through the tension again, so I turned a little to look at him.
"Introductions please." I sighed, knowing I wouldn't be rid of them any time soon. The shortest one was glaring holes into me. "Stop frikken glaring at me! Your annoyance is making my back tense more."
That earned me a bit of a shocked look. Just a slight widening of his eyes, and he stood a little straighter. He whispered something, but I didn't reply, because his mouth wasn't moving. Mind reading is not one of my natural powers.
I moved so that I could lean my back against the wall and still see all four of them. "Come on, who are you?"
The red head seemed to be the spokesman for the group. "I'm Kurama. The short shocked man over there is Hiei, the loud mouth is Yusuke, and the giant is Kuwabara." Kurama bowed a little instead of offering his hand.
"Thank you. I'm Pyro Feochadan. You're pretty calm, compaired to the absolutely bonkers emotions of your friends. Can I ask you the questions?" I laughed a little. "They just make me nervous."
Hiei jumped on my meaning wrongly. "You can read out minds?"
"No. I can feel your emotions. I'm an empath, who just so happens to be able to throw fire and shield way beyond my training level." I facepalmed. Shields, duh! So I started to mutter the words to set my strongest sheild, just so I could think without sorting through the crazy emotions of the four Japanese men before me. (lets face it, only one culture bows when making introductions.)
The katana was back.
"Relax, homme bete**, I'm just putting up a mental barrier between your feelings and my brain." I sighed. "If I was going to try and kill you, I'd've thrown a fireball long before now."
Hiei put away the katana. "What did you call me?"
"Vous etre un homme bete. Je suis desolee pour la verite.***" I said sweetly. "If you insult me in Japanese, I'll return the favour in French."
A range of chuckles came from the other boys as Hiei growled.
Kurama took my arm. "Miss, there are more of those things prowling around looking for you, this alley is not safe."
I gasped at the crazy flood of emotions and mental images that flowed through his touch. I hadn't expected that. "Ok, not so calm. Just better at keeping it in."
He jumped back like he'd been burned. "My apologies." He bowed again.
"Nah, its chill, fox. Best new experience all day." I laughed and linked arms with him.
We walked to the park, found the most open, but isolated picnic table, and sat around it, in complete silence. Hiei on my left, Kurama on my right, and the other two directly across.
Kurama spoke first, finally giving in to the confusion I knew he felt. "Why did you call me fox? How did you know about that?"
I twiddled my thumbs nervously. "I have powers, you know about the emotions and the ability to learn any spell by observation. Sometimes, more so lately than before, I get pictures of a person's true self if they touch me, or I touch them. Kurama, your picture came through kind of, superimposed. Like, you, as you are right now, overlapped with a guy with silver fox ears and three tails. You must be one hell of an old soul."
"You have no idea." The red head in question muttered under his breath.
"My turn to ask a question. Why did the jackass in the alley smell of raw meat?" I asked.
I could feel something weird trying to get past my shield, something coming from Hiei's direction, so I elbowed him in the ribs. "No poking the shields, dude. You want in, you have to ask."
Yusuke fell backward off the bench.
I jumped to my feet as best I could when hampered by the bench. "Ohmyfuckinggodsareyouok!"
Kuwabara hauled his friend back up on the bench. "He's just shocked. See, nobody ever knows when Hiei tries to read their mind."
"Let me in, onna." I could feel his glare on me again.
"That's not asking, that's a command." I patted his shoulder, just to see how bad I could piss him off. I'm a horrible person, and love to push people's buttons when they're as pissy as Hiei seemed to be.
"Onna..." he growled at me.
I had gotten a mental image. "Oni-san, you know my name, and I'm sure you learned how to be polite from being around Kurama-san for so long." I replied very sweetly.
He just turned his back on me.
I stuck my tongue out at his back. I know, I'm so mature.
"You are very strange, do you have some sort of death wish?" Yusuke laughed.
"Wait, I thought you were American. Why are you using Japanese titles?" Kuwabara looked very confused.
I giggled. "I am American. I also happen to watch a lot of anime, and read a lot of fanfics based on the animes I watch."
Kurama was still making a very strange face at me. "Please do not ever call me Kurama-san again. Only my soul is old. My body isn't much older than you."
"Sorry." I giggled some more.
"What made you call Hiei a demon?" Kurama asked.
I closed my eyes to bring up the image again. "I saw black flames, he has three eyes, and a black flaming dragon of immense power."
While my eyes were still closed, Yusuke reached out and touched my hand.
"Holy Hades!" I scrambled off the bench backwards and kept going till my back hit the tree about five feet away.
"Sorry?" he had his head tilted in questioning.
"Fucking hell, you're dead! Twice!" I gulped and kept myself against the tree, since it was the only thing holding me up in my shock. "You're why I keep smelling that weird funeral home smell!"
Kurama very gently held my hand and led me back to the table. "He's still one of the good guys, and he's not going to harm you. You have my word, no one at this table will let you be harmed."
I took my seat. "My apologies, Yusuke. You rather shocked me." I let out a shaky breath and tried to calm down.
"My fault, I was trying to see if you could catch something projected to you." Yusuke grinned.
Hiei's glare came back. 'He gets in without asking, and I can't.' I heard him, but his mouth wasn't moving.
"Dude! You're pouting in my head! That's really weird." I started laughing.
"Let me in... please." Hiei bit the please like it was the most offensive word ever created.
"Ok, you can go in my head. Don't get lost." I dropped my shields. "and for the record, Yusuke was not in my head, he was projecting a thought and I picked it up."
Hiei undid the bandana covering his forehead. The third eye was real. It opened, and then immediately snapped shut. "Woman, you are sick!"
"Hey, you wanted to go poking around my brain. Didn't wanna wait for the warnings, like, I think nasty thoughts." I shrugged.
'Can you not think like that while I'm in here?' There he went with the talking like a ventriloquist. I like ventriloquists, it just weird without the dummy.
"Why, did you see something you liked too much, oni-san?" I teased.
"Do I want to ask?" Yusuke folded his hands behind his head and laughed.
"I'll tell you later. I'm trying to be nice to the dragon while he's in my head." I winked.
"Kuwabara, touch Pyro's hand while Hiei can watch her thoughts. Maybe he can see where the talent comes from." Kurama instructed.
I had my hands resting on the table. They twitched slightly, because of the very ticklish sensation of someone else in my head. Kuwabara laid his hand over both of mine.
"Wow, that is a neat power. I'm glad you weren't first on scene." I said.
"Thanks." He blushed a little. "Hiei says my sword is lame."
"She's human." Hiei stated, tying his bandana over the eye in his forehead again.
"Duh. I'm just a witch." I laughed.
"And your past life was a witch, and the life before that was a witch. The life before that, you were a demon, with the same powers you have right now." Hiei said, no hint of emotion, though I could sense a mild amusement from him.
"You got all that out of my head? No way!" I was thoroughly shocked.
"Its in everyone's head if you know where to look." Hiei shrugged.
"Reincarnations are trippy." I giggled.
"Kurama knew the demon." His voice was flat, and a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. The thought he projected was, kinky.
I slammed my shields down as fast and tight as possible. "Play time in Witchy Brain Land is officially over." I knew I was blushing, so I ducked my head and hid behind my hair.
"What did you find?" Kurama fairly reeked of eager curiosity.
"The demon she was. Purple hair, purple eyes, curves in all the right places... stayed in your lair a lot..." Hiei's smirk was audible.
I glanced over at Kurama just in time to see him blush the colour of his hair.
"Oh, um, Lotus. Yes, I, ahem, knew her." Kurama turned away.
"Crap!" I wailed and let my head hit the table. The thump was loud and it hurt.
"You know something?" Yusuke exuded a curiosity that made me think meeting them was not coincidence.
"Hiei opened her box! I just got her locked back in there! Oh this is going to be a long damn night." I hit my head on the table again, cursing myself for not telling him about that.
I could feel Kurama's hand hover over my shoulder, like he wasn't sure if he should offer the comfort of a touch. " Go with your second thought and don't touch me." I said, not moving my head from the table.
I was saved by the ringing of a phone. Everyone except Hiei fished a phone out of a pocket.
Yusuke held a hushed conversation, then hung up. "Bossy butt says he'll have our ride out in thirty seconds, and don't dawdle, they found us again."
A hole in the fabric of space-time opened two feet from the table. I didn't have time to protest before I found myself slung over Hiei's shoulder and taken down the rabbit hole.
*Feochadan- foe-ka-dan. Thistle in gaelic. It comes up again later.
**stupid man
*** translation: you are a stupid man, I am sorry for that truth.