Okay so here's my first story and it's basically about the behind the scenes of how Hiei, Kurama and Gouki stole the Darkness Artifacts. It's very interesting because I used the whole mates thing and the girl they use in the story is human, but later on my other stories (that I'm going to write) she's going to come back! So this isn't a spoof, and I try not to make any of the characters OOC. So please enjoy my story and please don't rate too harshly! ^_^;

The Kindness in Strangers: Chapter 1

Hour of Reconcile---

The woods were unusually quiet for the time of hour that it was. The sun was setting as Kurama, Hiei, and Gouki, stood in a small clearing discussing the plan of action to steal the 3 darkness artifacts, from the almighty King Enma of Spirit world.

Kurama stood silently thinking over how exactly they were going to go about this, "Okay, I think I have the plan of how we are going to get through the security systems, without getting caught."

Gouki smirked a big toothy grin, "Who cares about the damn security systems?" All we have to do, is kill all the guards that get in our way..."

Kurama sighed, "Must we always have to revert to violence?"

Hiei growled, his red eyes glaring, "I dont give a damn how we get in there. I just want to get those artifacts as quickly as possible."

Kurama nodded reluctantly in agreement, "Very well. When I went to Spirit World to investigate the security systems and locks, I noticed how easy and simple it was to get through. Plus, I found that at 6 o clock, there were less guards on standby..."

Gouki rolled his small vicious eyes, "Like I said before, who cares about the guards?"

Kurama continued, ignoring the large ogre, "But, I'm afraid we have a problem..."

Hiei and Gouki quickly snapped to attention, "What do you mean?"

Kurama narrowed his bright, emerald eyes, "You see, as I inspected the way into the vault room, I noticed some odd inscriptions. I went ahead and wrote down a piece of the writing." He took out a piece of white folded up paper out of his magenta uniform pants pocket and carefully unfolded it. He held it up to their faces, "Tell me, can either one of you identify this language?"

Gouki scratched his large chin, as he studied the unique writing, "No. Cant say that I've seen it anywhere..."

Kurama moved the piece of paper over to Hiei, "What about you Hiei?"

Hiei shook his head no, "I know its a form of demonic language, but not the type."

Kurama lowered the paper, "This is Tritan. The hardest demonic language out there. I doubt any of you know it?"

Gouki crossed his bulky arms, "Please tell me, YOU do..."

Kurama looked away, "Sorry, I wish I did. Not many do this is what I was afraid of..."

Gouki growled loudly in anger, trying his best not to hit the tall red head, "Well how the hell are we going to get in, if none of us know the damn language?!!"

Hiei clenched his fist, "Gouki, lower your voice before I cut it out! I'm sure Kurama has another plan." He shifted his blood red eyes to the fox's, "Right?"

Kurama stared at the barren, hard ground. As if the answer would be there. The cold autumn wind lapped at his face, which sent Goosebumps crawling up his neck and body. He shut his eyes, "No I'm sorry, but, there is no other way. We either read the language, or, cancel the mission altogether."

Gouki grew furious, as did Hiei, "You expect us to just end this right here, after all the hell it put us through to find you, and plan this?!"

Hiei glared at Kurama, "That's not going to happen. Well just find someone who can read it, then kill them afterwards."

Kurama looked up quickly. He wasn't about to kill an innocent person, "No!" Both of them looked at Kurama, shocked. "I mean, don't worry I know someone who will help us..."

"Is she edible?" Gouki smirked, licking his lips.

Kurama glared, "No, she is not! How dare you speak about women that way!"

Gouki chuckled, "So, it IS a woman..."

Hiei sneered, "Great. Just what we need. Whatever. As long she can get us through," He paused, "She can, cant she?"

Kurama nodded as the soft wind blew his hair. The night air was kicking in quick and he needed to get back to his human family, "Don't worry, I have it under control." he lied through his teeth.

Hiei stared intently, studying his face of any faltering. When finding none, he sighed, "You better hope you do for your sake..." With that, he walked off, "We will meet back here in two days. That girl better be ready by then, Kurama." he said as he disappeared into the cool darkness.

Gouki gave Kurama an eery smirk and walked off into the opposite direction, leaving him alone in a confused daze. What was he going to do? Finding someone with the Tritan tongue would be almost impossible. The water demons of Aquai are sensitive and loyal creatures. They would never do such a crime, he thought as he headed out of the woods. The only person he could think of who knew the language was out of reach, for he had been searching for her for almost 4 years. Suddenly something hit him. Something that he heard in the hallways of his school. Flashback- Kurama walked down the small long hallway, heading to his biology class. He walked past a pretty blonde girl who was talking to one of her guy friends. "Hey Mai Makashi, Where's your hot sister Keela at? The tall brown headed guy asked, in a teasing, sexual voice. she rolled her eyes, "In Syarashiki jr. high dumbass, and no, you can not date her!" "Oh, man...but isn't she into weird stuff, like demonic languages?" he asked leaning against a locker, rudely blocking people. She nodded, "Yeah, she's into all kinds of those languages even knows the toughest form, Tritan."
End Flashback

Kurama stopped dead in his tracks, Even knows the toughest form, Tritan.
Those words repeatedly in his head like a broken record. Mai Makashi. She has a younger sister, he thought. That was his target. All he had to do now, was get a hold of her. He walked back through the brittle sylvan path, prismatic leaves strewn throughout it making the ground almost unpercievable. His thoughts seemed to be as scattered as the ground. Was he really going to kidnap a young girl for his own selfishness? Afterall, she was still in middle school, eigth grade, of course she was smart for her age. Or so he had heard. Didn't she have biology with him in his second period class? Yes, he was sure of it, she sat torwards the corner by the door. He remembered that she caught his eye when Mr. Turuka announced that she came in 4th place in the Science Fair. He believed she did a project on the Solar System's Magnetic Pulse. She actually measured the pulses in her living room, measuring the eternal flow of solar magnetism as it washed over the earth. She then shyly explained that the sun sprays out into space a turbulent stream of charged particles called the solar wind. These particles in turn create a tiny magnetic field that pitches and shifts as it flows through the solar system. She stated that Scientists called this the Interplanetary Magnetic Field. It was a brilliant experiment and he had congradulated her for her vivacity of imagination.

She was rather cute now that he was thinking about her. He noticed a light beaming through the narrow stretch of trees and realized he was coming upon his yard. He breathed into his blistering cold hands and walked up the back of his yard hoping Suuichi was doing okay by himself. His mother was in the hospital due to a terrible illness, which he was told could be fatal. That was the reason why he was teaming up with criminals in the first place. He wanted something that could cure his mother, with just one wish. One wish upon a sacred mirror could end her suffering and help her live a healthy, stable life. He slowly walked up the timbered patio stairs making his way to the sliding doors to the inside. Looking over he noticed the flowers in his mother's green flower pot delicately placed upon a wooden shelf where she held her garden tools. She must've forgotten to take them inside the house before she fell ill, he thought absentmindedly. They were nearly dead, the leaves were crumpled up in what looked like a painful position. He placed one gentle hand at the base of the piercing cold clay pot, and as he did so, his hand started to heat up releasing a incandescent green glow. One by one, the wiltering flowers began to abound from itheir pessimistic state, bursting with brilliant red Roses, conflagrant orange Petunias and of course the pallid, hushed purple Clematis, that were his mother's favorites.

"That's better," he stated quite contently as he picked up the pot carefully with ease and carried it into the well organized kitchen.

He decided to set them by the windeow above the sink where they could soak in plenty of sunlight. That was if the gray curtain of clouds released the sun's imprisoned rays. He fixed the position of the flowers slightly, detangling the stems from eachother making them full and luscious. He turned and took off his jacket walking into the living room seeing Suuichi on the beige leather sofa asleep with a thick wool blanket wrapped around him. He smiled and put his jacket on the coat rack and turned the television off that he left on when he fell asleep. He slipped his shoes off with one foot at a time and placed them by the back door by the kitchen methodically thinking about how his mother was doing. He started to consider not going to school to see her in the hospital, but decided against it, due to a History exam he had to take in the morning. He yawned, and started to walk down the hallway, the hard wood floor creaking beneath his feet. He made his way up the stairs and into his comfortable, uncluttered bedroom. The only thing that layed on the floor was a sweatshirt from when he changed earlier and his book bag by his television. He walked over to his large variety of music and slipped a cd of David Nevues, The Vigil, and listened to the soft eighth notes the piano played in the entrance of "A Midnight Rain." The mystical enrapturing entrance put him in a calm peaceful mood, keeping him from thinking about what he was going to have to do in the near future. The notes started to build up loudly into a more exciting giving an image rain falling upon a forest pond the droplets, making ripples spread out slowly across the small body of water as he read about the Black Plague of the 1300's. What a big contrast between them it was, but the music was so soothing to the soul that he started to fall asleep. He thought about his mother as the notes overtook his body, engulfing his conscience with what was yet to come. The rythms filled his heart with guilt as he thought about the sweet face of innocence.

Well that's the first chapter everyone!! I hope you liked it, i spent a lot of time on it. it's like 1 a.m right now and I'm kind of tired, but hey, that's what writers do right? well the next chapter will be up soon! Thanks and don't forget to rate!