AU: So I don't own YYH, and I don't own Asa. Asa happens to be the character of a close friend. I have her permisson to use her.

Note to all, this is kind of...crappy? I intend on making the story of how Asa, Hiei, Ayami, and Kurama met, whenever I get around to it. For right now, when I get down with the updates, I'll post a link to Asa and Ayami's bio information. ^^ So be nice to me, this is my first story on FF.N! I've written a few stories...they just don't get finished...

-Cranks up Traditional Irish Folk music and gets to work-

[1. Consequences of Their Actions]

In the bathroom of a small convenient store while Shizuru and Yukina gathered the groceries for dinner and Asa and Yusuke looked at this months' martial arts magazine, Ayami had locked herself in and was pacing back and forth in the stall. When they had first arrived, she managed to ditch everyone by telling them she needed to get 'female necessities'. That had even gotten Asa to follow Yusuke to the book stand.

Sitting on the tank of the toilet was a long white stick that an idiot like Kuwabara would mistake for a tongue depressor. On one end was a removable cap and at the other was a guide. The guide had two boxes – one with a blue circle and the other with a red X. In the middle of the white stick was the result box. Right now, the coyote demon was hoping, no praying, that it was a red X that showed its face.

Being trapped in a human body, she got her period just like every other girl did. A twenty eight day cycle that left her in an extremely irritable mood once a month; one that would even have her snapping on the red haired fox that, any other time, would have been able to keep her calm. It wasn't until Asa had mentioned that she hadn't been in 'bitch mode' for almost a month and a half when she started to worry.

It was about a week ago that they returned from the 2nd Makai Tournament, leaving a demon named Masato as ruler. Seeing as he had the same views on ruling as Enki, they had nothing to worry about in that department. On the other hand, there was a few other things that might compromise the future between Ayami and the red head she'd come to love.

Ever since her probation had ended, Ayami had found that it was almost impossible to stay away from Kurama and him away from her. Whether it was just their hormones reacting to each other or if there really was something between them, she didn't know. It was starting to scare her. What had happened the night before the first prelim battles was strictly in the heat of the moment:

The night had started out like any other night had since they had been in Makai; Ayami had had dinner with the entire group, and then went for a walk to clear her head before she settled down. Only this night, Kurama offered to accompany her, walking with her along the shore. They talked about the tournament and Ayami's chances of getting into Dublin University, and what Kurama had planned to do for college. Somehow, though, they managed to end up sitting on a rock; Kurama leaning his back against it and Ayami leaning against him, holding hands. After that point, she felt like she was in a dream.

Kurama had turned her around so she had her knees on either side of him, running his fingers through her hair and kissing gently on her neck and along her jaw line, ending delicately on her lips as if asking permission to continue. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking him in the eyes, seeing something she never thought she'd see in his deep pools of emerald – desire and longing. Placing his shaking hands on her hips, he pulled her closer to him, his lips again meeting hers with a delicate precession.

This time Ayami returned it just as gently.

Ever so gracefully, the kiss picked up hunger and desire. Kurama's hands, both wise and virgin in this area, had found their way up her back and were gently pushing down on pressure points that sent shivers up her spine. Since she was wearing her bathing suit, there wasn't the distraction of a bra or a t-shirt. His fingertips traced along her spine and the shiver from it caused the young coyote's head to roll back, breaking the kiss to let out a pleased gasp.

Touching his lips to her collarbone gently but at the same time, with a wanton hunger, he worked his way to her ear, nibbling on her ear lobe while breathing into her ear.

Kurama had almost forgotten how sweet her scent; that alone was almost enough to make the ancient fox lose control. Moving one of his hands to the knot tie on her hip that belonged to her wrap-around skirt, he tugged at it gently, making it relinquish its hold around Ayami, showing the bloodwyne bikini she had on. The purple-red color seemed to reflect in the young coyote's eyes and make them stand out. Using a little of his energy, he summoned the near by plants to spread out the skirt like a blanket and keep it in place. Putting his hands back on the small of Ayami's back, he quickly realized she was much smaller than he had thought.

Pressing his lips to hers again, he easily was able to push Ayami on her back onto the skirt; using one hand to hold her against him, then other to lower himself on top of her once she was safely on her back. All while doing this, their lips never parted. Using his left hand, he threaded his fingers through Ayami's while the fingers on his right hand traces her outline, running his fingertips from just under her ribcage, across her side, over her hip, and down her thigh—

Ayami forced herself to stop thinking about that night; she didn't need the memories mixing with her task at hand - waiting on the results of a pregnancy test because of her own foolishness.

Blue brown eyes glanced at the clock on the wall – One and a half minutes left to wait. Waiting was never something the coyote demon was good at. Running her hands through her hair, she realized that they were shaking. What would she do if she was pregnant? How would Kurama react and would he expect it? Fear was making her dizzy and upsetting her stomach. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized she had wet streams falling down her cheeks. Was she really that scared of the result? She had to be, she was only seventeen.

There was a loud bang on the door just feet from where the trembling coyote demon stood. "Hey, do you plan on living in there? There are other people who have to use the toilet, ya know!" Ayami knew that voice; it was Yusuke.

"Go away, Urameshi!" mistake number one: Her voice cracked and a new flood of tears escaped her eyes.

"Hey, you okay?"

"I'm f-fine!"

"Then why are you crying? C'mon Ayami, let me in."

"No! Go away!"

"I'm not going anywhere until you open the door and talk to me." He took a deep breath and put his forehead on the door. "Listen, I know I'm a jackass sometimes, but in the three years I've known you, you've never cried. Please? Let me in so I can at least try to help." He tried to turn the handle again.

Taking a deep breath, Ayami picked up the test and looked at the result box, her eyes growing large. It wasn't a red 'X' that showed through; but a blue circle. Reaching behind her, she unlocked the door to the bathroom before collapsing to her knees, the test slipping from her grip and landing at Yusuke's feet.

Pregnant.

"Hey…Ayami…come on, don't weird out on me." Yusuke was crouched down in front of the shocked and shaking coyote demon, his hands on her shoulders. Looking over his shoulder, he shouted something that Ayami couldn't make out.

With Kurama's baby.

There was a rush of people around her; she could hear Asa's voice screaming to call an ambulance as she tried to push Yusuke out of the way; Yukina's soft voice talking to Shizuru, who now had the pregnancy test in her hand.

At seventeen.

"She's pregnant?!!" Shizuru said in total shock as Ayami's eye rolled into the back of her head and she fell limp in Yusuke's arms. "But who's the father?"

[end chapter one]