'Sup, this is my first fic I've ever posted, I like to create totally new characters and throw them in with the original characters in some new side- quest, and then see what happens. I'll be playing with Hiei a lot in this, but things should stay sane, I think. Enjoy.or don't. Tell me what you think either way. But I've always wanted to see what happened when the gang got stuck with a baby demon.

I don't own Yu-Yu Hakusho, but that may change someday.

The YYH gang (meaning Hiei, Yusuke, Keiko, Botan, Kuwabara, Yukina, and Kurama) are on a camping trip in the forest near the mansion of the evil crime lord billionaire who dragged them into the Dark Tournament by kidnapping Yukina. Hiei is relaxing in a tree, keeping an eye on Yukina, who is sitting against the trunk of the same tree, reading a book Keiko bought for her about different forms of poetry. Kuwabara is practicing his spirit sword techniques not too far away, obviously hoping to impress Yukina. Yusuke is criticizing Kuwabara out of the more and more frustrated red-head's reach, and Keiko is showing Botan the art of sunbathing in a sunny glade near Hiei's tree. "Yusuke, shut up! I'm trying to concentrate here, in case you haven't noticed!" Kuwabara yelled.

Yusuke laughed derisively, shaking his head. "It wouldn't make a difference if I was here or not, Kuwabara. Quit swinging around and work on your speed! That's what's holding you back, you're a ton of bricks with a sword!" Kuwabara lost it, charged wildly, and Yusuke easily jumped over him, the grin growing.

"If I may interrupt your little game," Kurama said in his usual calm voice, stepping from the trees. "Kuwabara, Yusuke is right, you are far too slow. I could help you work on that, and it would improve your chances in a fight against a powerful demon. So far, you've only won by luck."

Kuwabara wheeled around and glared at the demon. "Whaddya mean, luck?! I win by skill, and you know it!" Kurama shook his head. "Say what you like, but your "skill" won't be enough to save your neck in every battle. Believe me, Kuwabara, you need to improve your speed."

Hiei spoke up. "He's right, human. Your speed is pathetic, like most of your abilities (not to mention intelligence), but at least you can do something about it. As for the rest, you're a lost case. But right now you're putting the entire team in jeopardy just fighting with us in the Dark Tournament."

Pretending not to ignore him, Kuwabara muttered under his breath about pint- sized jerks, considered, lowering the humming blade and letting it vanish as he made his decision. "Whatever. I'll work with you, but-"at this he spun back on Yusuke, making the spirit detective jump, "only so I can come back and kick your butt, Urameshi!!" With that he turned and left with Kurama, leaving Yusuke to grab a bag of chips and enjoy the sunshine.

Hiei settled back against the tree and closed his eyes. That worthless fool needs a lot more than just speed to have any chance in a fight, the dark-haired demon mused. His thoughts were interrupted by a small gasp from Yukina. Looking down at his sister, he noticed she had dropped the book and was staring off into space, a "listening" expression on her face. "What is it, Yukina? Is something wrong?" he asked. He couldn't sense anything abnormal, but his sister was far more sensitive than anyone else in the group, and he knew better than to ignore her when she was like this.

She held the strange expression for a bit longer, than shook her head slightly, a small, worried frown crossing her face. "I-I'm not sure.it was strange.it reminded me of the portals between the Makai world and this one, but it was very brief, and I only felt a flicker that might be something passing through.I may just be imagining it, though. It was all so fast, and faint."

Hiei jumped down with silent grace, putting a calming hand on her shoulder and handing her the poetry book. "Where did it come from?"

Yukina thought for a moment, and then pointed into the forest. "That way. Not too far. But please be careful, Hiei."

Hiei nodded and shot off, jumping from tree to tree, a dark blur in the forest too fast for normal eyes to follow. His sensitive hearing picked up a strange noise after a minute, and he moved toward it with more caution. It sounded like something crying, but many demons were very cunning, and could make fake sounds perfectly. He stopped on a large oak branch and peered around the main body of the tree, one hand on his sword. A small bundle of burned rags was on the forest floor, the source of the crying noise. It moved slightly, and he moved in to investigate, picking up the scent of the burned rags as he got closer. The bundle was warm to the touch, and ash flaked off the edges of what was once white sheets, now burned and blackened. The thing inside moved again, the crying growing louder. Hiei picked it up and moved a fold, locking eyes with a baby demon.