Title: The Hacker-Thieves
Author: Tsubasa Kya
Disclaimer: I own very little. Crossover with Inuyasha.

Chapter One: Lefeber Targetted

Everyone needed a good vantage point. This was truthful knowledge for Hiei Lefeber. This spot that he hoarded was the perfect spot for him to watch the floor as people would dance and gyrate to music louder than his ears could handle. He wore ear plugs to save his ears from that loud noise they all called techno. He held a bottle of alcohol in his fingers, but for the most part he didn't drink. The alcohol was just there for a prop. He was on a mission.

Well, not just him! The rest of the gang was around. He leaned over the rail, his crimson eyes searching for the rest of the Detective team. His gaze swept the floor below. He was up on a second floor balcony in the bar. The other three were down on the main floor. They had put him up on the balcony because they didn't expect their suspect would come up, and that way he wouldn't have to worry about talking with people.

There was Kazuma Kuwabara, pulling his weight in gold and more at the bar. Kuwabara had proven himself very useful in people situations these last few months. His bright orange hair tended to attract a crowd and his loud voice was just obnoxious. But he had gone through the same training they all did to get where they were. He was useful at times. In Hiei's personal opinion, he was the most useful as a decoy. Kuwabara was currently chatting with one of the bartenders and the people around him. Apparently whatever he said was funny because the others started to laugh.

Hiei swept his eyes to the dance floor. Shuichi Minamino, called Kurama because of the fox spirit inside of him, had a handle on three women on the dance floor. All of them were gorgeous women. It always amused Hiei how Kurama could stand the female counterpart. Hiei noticed that several glares were being directed at Kurama because women from all over the dance floor were not looking at their partners, but staring dreamily at Kurama and his long, bright red hair.

Some of them probably found too much enjoyment in the fact that Kurama's body was halfway exposed, and the women dancing with him kept unbuttoning his polo further and further to expose a tan, muscled chest. Kuwabara at least was decent. He still had his clothes on. This club was like one big manifesto of human sexual tension. Over in a corner was Yusuke Urameshi, arm wrestling with a few big beefy men who thought just because Yusuke was smaller meant he would lose.

But from the looks of things, the only one really looking for their suspect was Hiei. Hiei turned his back on the rail and took a sip of his beer, eying the group of people up here on the balcony. Through his ear plugs, he could still hear techno noise. But at least he didn't have to listen to trivial arguments going on between the people around him. And holy man, were there a lot of people arguing up here. This was where the drunks congregated.

Hiei thought back to their briefing earlier that day. Koenma, their group's most active client, wanted to apprehend a certain person for certain illegal actions. The four Detectives had grown up together, gone through their police-detective training together, and formed their own agency together. The four friends had their disagreements throughout the years. They had grown up as neighbors, quite literally, their parent's houses all were right in a row down the street.

But despite these disagreements, the four of them stuck together. Some of them had more disagreements with certain members of the group. Like Hiei, for instance. And Kuwabara. They pretty much couldn't communicate without cutting each other down. Kuwabara seemed to have an issue with Hiei's short height. It wasn't Hiei's fault both his parents were short!

Oh, what was Hiei doing here? He hated parties! He hated clubs! Social events and outings were not his idea of fun at all. So why was he here? He sighed and walked over to a nearby plushy couch, flopping down on it. He shook his bottle of beer a little, watching bubbles fizz inside the brown glass to create a small foam on the surface of the liquid. Okay, so maybe Hiei wasn't doing too much for their recent case either, but they didn't really have any leads. All they knew as of now was that Koenma had a high suspicion their suspect would be at The Club tonight.

They didn't know what their suspect looked like, or if they were male or female. They didn't know what the illegal actions were, and well, basically they knew absolutely nothing about this case! Yusuke was their leader, responsible for their group's actions, but he was so irresponsible himself that he forgot to collect Koenma's details!

Hiei felt the couch rock alittle and then suddenly someone bumped into his arm, spilling his drink on the floor. He looked to see who it was: two arguing lovers had crashed into his couch and were simply put, no longer arguing. Now he could either stay put and be a part of their little schpeal, or he could... run like the wind! He sure as heck wasn't staying! He left the bottle on the floor and pulled himself out from under the couple.

He just wanted to relax! He slumped his shoulders and moved toward the bar on the upper level. Up here there was only one bartender, and she was Hiei's sister, Yukina. She was working at the bar while she worked on her college teaching degree. She wanted to strip for the club since it would bring her more money, but Hiei absolutely refused to allow his little baby sister to defile herself like that.

"Here, Hiei." He read her lips. Yukina popped the top off a bottle of the beer he usually got and set it in front of him. He gave her a tired smile of gratitude. Yukina was younger than him by a couple years, but that could be why he was so protective of her. He had practically raised her after their parents had passed away.

But Hiei, of course, couldn't hear her speak to him with the ear plugs in. He didn't realize she had continued talking to him, and had turned away from her. She leaned across the bar and shoved his arm a little bit to get his attention. "What?" he asked, taking out his ear plugs. The change in volume was tremendous. He stuck the ear plugs in his pocket.

"I said, how's the case going?" Yukina grumbled. She picked up a glass and swiped the inside with a white towel. "You can't be doing very much looking around if you just keep sitting on the chintz chairs and staring at your beer."

"Bug off. I'm doing exactly what Yusuke told me to do. Kurama probably has already got the suspect in the palm of his hand if it's a girl." He leaned on the bar, propping his head up on his elbow. "That shirt is going to get burned tonight, Yukina. It shows too much skin."

Yukina gave him a very dirty little smile and said sneakily, "If you don't like the fact that my cleavage shows, don't look at it." Yukina set the glass and washrag down for a moment and made a show of adjusting her shirt so that more cleavage showed. He knew it was done just to annoy him. "You're a little pyromaniac, you know that right?"

"Better than being a skank. I know you want to attract Kurama, but believe me when I say that he prefers the hard-to-get." A thought came to his mind and he smirked, "Are you going to dress like that as a teacher of perverted high-school boys?"

She glowered at him. The two of them had a great relationship. They really did. But when it came to being protective, sometimes he got a little snippy. He couldn't help it. And holy man, when it came to boyfriends... well, the last one was still healing a broken arm. It wasn't Hiei's fault everyone she brought home was weak! "Whatever, Hiei. At least one of these days I'll have a family to look forward to. You're so anti-social, any likelihood of marriage is out of the question."

"I'm not that anti-social. I just don't like big crowds." Hiei shrugged as though it didn't matter to him either way. He preferred the type of girl who wasn't willing to give herself up right away too, like Kurama preferred.

Yukina gave him a second dirty little smile and leaned against the bar to speak to him without yelling it over the techno music. She whispered something in his ear and he narrowed his eyes at her. "When I'm ready, I'll find someone who sparks my interest. Until then, bug off!"

He took his beer away from the bar and the little sister who had somehow gotten to be a little bit of a lech in college. How dare she be so bold? He walked to the rail again to peer down at the dance floor. The only friend he had who wasn't an only child was Kuwabara, who had an older sister. Oh holy man, what did that have to do with anything?

It wasn't like he was thinking to ask advice about how to deal with Yukina's new side. This side had only just grown in a few weeks! Imagine the destruction she'd be causing in a few months if she continued this way. He looked back at her, narrowing his eyes a moment. She was flirting with a guy at the bar with hair as long as his shoulders, tied in a dragon's tail at the nape of his neck.

Ooh, that guy was so dead! "Are you one of those detectives? You're Lefeber, aren't you?" He looked to his left where a woman was leaning against the rail with a very casual air about her. Her long black hair flowed carelessly down to her waist and her pink eyes were very unnatural for being a Japanese person. She was Human, though. Very Human.

"Who wants to know?" He asked the woman, admitting to himself that she was fairly good-looking, if a bit over-dressed for the club. She wore a sparkly, tight dress that looked similar to the dress his prom-date had worn several years ago.

"Come with me." He felt her take his hand and thought it rather odd that she would want him to go with her, but he noticed her palms were sweaty and she seemed nervous despite her casual air. Who was this girl? She took his beer from him and set it on a table as they passed it.

"Where are we going?" He asked her, but she didn't answer. She darted behind a tall speaker (his head was pounding by then from the noise) and took him through a door he wouldn't have known was there to begin with if she hadn't pointed it out. Once the door closed behind him, the sound dimmed considerably.

They were ina hallway now. She was going to pull him further, but he knew better than to go further into an unknown situation. He pulled her back and she fell right where he wanted her to: into him. Now he grasped a hold of her and pinned her between his arms, body, and the wall of the hallway.

"I asked you a question." he said lowly. How idiotic could this woman be? Did she not know he could kick her ass in a matter of seconds? Well, he did suppose he was the idiot for allowing her to drag him away from their scoping mission.

"Dumb-ass. I'm the hacker who stole from Koenma Jinshi. Don't you want to catch me and take me in?" What, what, what! She was willing to just be taken in? Just like that? Didn't she know that meant jail for her? Wait a minute...

"How can I be sure you're the one we're after? We were told to meet a contact of Koenma's who would know where the... oh, wait! And how do you know a hacker is..." Oh man, his headache was just killing him. Imagine what it would be like once he got back out there... "Dammit. If you're... what did you steal?"

"Ah, yeah, about that. It was several security passwords and a tracking program. But honestly, just take me to jail. I want to speak with my lawyer. No, wait, better not speak to him... he's in on it..." IN ON WHAT! Really, this woman was being far too evasive. What type of conspiracy was going on?

Before he was quite sure what had happened, the woman had hit him in his groin, nailing him strongly with her knee. Holy man did that hurt! She was smirking at him. Her eyes darted off to the side. "I wasn't sure you'd manage it, sis," chuckled a female voice just over his left shoulder. "You're a wonderful actor."

How could he have let his guard down so much? He was a demon! Well, his hearing had beenringing since all that noise from the speakers hadn't died down in his mind yet. Maybe that contributed to his headache, and that completely screwed up his senses.

Yes, that was it. It wasn't his fault. Something hit him hard on the head and his eyesight became first a bit blurry, then completely dark as he lost consciousness.

The woman in the dress shoved him and his body fell back into the second woman. They exchanged glances, a smirk on both their faces. "Well, he didn't exactly fight me. Had he done that, we might have had a bit of trouble. I sent Troy to distract his sister."

Together they lugged Hiei Lefeber down the hall. "But you owe me, you know. You said you'd get him to come all the way."

"Fine." The first woman sighed grumpily as they continued to lug the heavy unconscious body. "Damn, he's heavy for a short squirt."

"You can send her to me later."

The first woman asked as they reached the end of the hall and a sign that read "EXIT", "Why are we doing this? What does he have to do with anything?"

"Cold feet will get you killed you know." Said the second woman. "I don't know what Boss wants with him."

There was a van outside. A tall man with blue eyes and long black hair up in a pony-tail was grinning and picking at his nails. "Strong women. That's what I like to see."

The first woman snarled, "You could help, Wolfman. Quit standing around like an ass."

The one called Wolfman said with a broad grin, "Kitty, you know I'm just a driver. Toss him in the van before someone sees you so we can get going."

That's just crazy. But sexy crazy. Haha!