Sweetheart and Enemy

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, but I do own Kuraiya, Hatsune, Riho, and Katsuya.

Summary: A Japanese student returns from a foreign exchange program in America and enrolls in her first year of high school. She is unaware of the close tabs being kept on her, but chaos returns to her home and flips her life upside down.

Chapter One: The Life of Katsuragi Hatsune

Walking up to the moderately shabby, large house, I gazed upon it. It needed a lot of renovation, and I had little time to do so. Staring down at my yellow legal sized check list, I looked at the address. This is the place, I thought. Sighing, I walked up to the dusty, foliage covered patio-styled deck and stared at the door. It was covered in moss. Great, I thought. I grabbed a latex glove from my coat pocket and put it on before I opened the door. The door creaked and squeaked. It sounded like it was going to fall off.

My first step in kicked up some long stale dust. It was dark and dull. The walls were peeling and the floor had some holes in it. I wonder when Kuraiya and Riho are coming. Looking for a light switch, I got my foot caught in a hole. Damn.

"HATSUUUUUUUUUNEEEE!"

I turned to see a tall, lanky redhead at the door. And, behind him, there stood a short cutie with purple-tinted black hair.

"Kuraiya and Riho, what took you two so freakin' long to get here?" I said with mocking exasperation.

"Well, I guess you're right. Chicago is only a few hours away from Tokyo," joked Kuraiya. "How the hell have you been?"

"Peachy considering my foot has been eaten by the floor."

"Hatsune, how was Philadelphia? I wanna know all about it!" demanded Riho. She is Kuraiya's cousin so they both had exchange families in the Greater Chicago area.

"I'll tell you while were cleaning this place up, okay?" I said.

The two of them nodded in unison and grabbed their stuff. They set it inside the door away from the vicious layers of dust.

"Let's do this!" said Kuraiya as he grabbed his boom box and started the music. He grabbed his massive bag of cleaning supplies and dispersed them to the other two. He ran the front of the house and the girls ran the back.

Five hours later the dust was gone and three black garbage bags were filled to the rim with disinfectant cloths and wall chippings.

"Hey, I think we need a break," huffed Kuraiya. "I'm hungry."

"We can go get the food," stated Riho as she looked at me.

I nodded and got up. Walking toward the door, I pulled off my gloves and booties and put them into the garbage bag. Outside, I dusted myself off and called for Riho. Moments later she ran out and grabbed my arm.

We walked along the path into the outskirts of town. "Hey, Hatsune, what do you want? Kuraiya doesn't care."

"I don't know, actually," I said as I pondered what I was craving. "Hm, I really want a quesadilla," I said laughing lightly.

"I think it's a bit of a walk to a Taco Bell."

"True, true. How about the trustworthy ramen or udon?"

"YES! I want that so badly."

Riho and I walked to the nearest ramen ship and walked into it. There was hardly anyone there.

"Hello," said a young girl. She was maybe in her first year of high school or last year of junior high school. She was short and had chocolate brown hair. "Let me know when I can help you, okay?"

Riho nodded happily ran toward the front, but tripped on her own two feet. She landed a couple of feet away from three guys at the nearby table. The dark haired one laughed and the carrot top quickly got up to see if Riho was okay.

"Oh, shit, Riho," I said trying to not laugh, "I can't carry you and the food." I walked over to her and the tall carrot top looked at me as if I spoke another language. "Riho, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, but you may want to speak Japanese, hun. We're not in America anymore." She smiled as she got up.

"Oops…" I said. "I'll slowly get there. I need a few days to transition."

The other unknown guy had long red hair that flowed well. He was still in his high school uniform and he didn't pay them much heed.

The short girl with the chocolate colored hair ran out from the back and checked to see what had happened. "Oh my, are you okay, ma'am?"

Riho had her hand on her left leg and smiled. "Yes."

"Hey, Keiko," said the black haired boy. "When do you get off?"

"Yusuke, I told you earlier in one hour…" she said as she switched her attention to the two girls. "Would you two like ramen?"

Riho nodded but told her she needed three orders not two. As she talked, her cell phone rang, and she didn't bother to answer it. When it stopped, my phone rang and I did answer it. "Yes?"

It was Kuraiya. "What is taking you guys so long? I'm really hungry."

"Shut up unless you want to come get it yourself."

"Your Japanese sucks."

"I've only been back in Tokyo for thirty minutes. What do you expect?"

As I was talking the girl named Keiko gave Riho the three ramen orders. She paid for them and motioned for me to follow. As we walked out, her cell phone fell out of her pocket and the screen shattered.

"Shit," she said.

I picked it up and looked at it. "You need a new cell phone."

She glared at me as we walked back.

After a few minutes, I hung up with Kuraiya and we were only a few hundred feet from the house. He greeted us at the main gate and the three of us walked back to the porch. We sat together happily eaten REAL ramen for the first time in a year.

As we ate, we talked about more American experiences and laughed at some of our embarrassing moments. At the end of our first meal, we cleaned up the porch and took the five trash bags to the curb where the sign for garbage pick up was.

"Hatsune-chan," Kuraiya spoke, "where is Katsuya?"

"Hospital. He needed to get checked and get the rest of his shots and what not. I can pick him up tomorrow after school at the earliest, but I may wait until the end of the week. We might have one good room by then."

I missed Katsuya. He is my love and a good part of my life. Quite literally he is my baby. He has cute wavy brown hair and flashy blue eyes that would make any girl squeal.

"Hatsune, can we paint Katsuya's room light blue?" asked Riho excitedly.

"I'll think about it."

"Hey, I have a better idea. Let's see if the shower works. I need one," said Kuraiya while scratching his head. "That wasn't a short flight."

Riho and I nodded and we three ventured into the back of the house making a near vain attempt to fix the shower and heater. Once we completed that, we fixed as much of the electrical as we could salvage.

"How lucky do you think we can get with the sink and stove?" asked Riho.

"I don't know. But, since we're in the fixin' mode, let's do it."

We three managed to save the sink, but the stove ended up being a dud. The three bedrooms, the one massive bathroom, the living room, the porch, the hallways, and the kitchen were clean and semi-operable.

"So, I'm ready to call it quits," said Kuraiya waving his mock white flag.

"I second that."

Riho was too tired to speak, so she just motioned for supporting it.

It was only eight o'clock. Granted it was dark, but it felt like it should have been much later in the night. I looked up and noticed the door was ajar. I rolled over and got up in order to close the door.

"Thank you Une-chan," mumbled Kuraiya.

I laughed. It had been so long since I heard that nickname. I walked past the two cousins and toward the bathroom. I at least needed to wash my hands. While I was briefly cleaning up, the two were attempting to make makeshift beds in the living room.

"Who showers first?" I asked.

Riho and Kuraiya looked at each other. "We don't care."

"Okay, I'll just get mine over with."

Turning on the water, I stripped my clothes off and get them away from the shower. We need a laundry basket in here. Feeling that the water was lukewarm, I hopped into the shower and began my five minute process of physical purification. When my time was up, I didn't want to turn the water off; it felt nice against my body. There are two others… Need to keep some water. I turned it off and grabbed my nonexistent towel. Whoops.
"Riho, can you grab a towel out of my bag?"

"Yeah, hold on," she said as she grabbed my bag and dug around for a towel. Finding a blue and yellow striped fluffy towel, she brought it over to the door and I thanked her as I took it. About a minute later, I walked out and no steam followed.

Kuraiya looked up from his book. "So, does it work well?"

"Well enough. Gets the job done," I said as I dug around for my pajamas.

"It's going to be a little chilly, so I don't think you should wear that tank top that goes with those pants," Kuraiya said with a smile.

I grabbed my stretchy green pajama pants and a black long sleeved button up. Still searching for undergarments, I asked Kuraiya who his first class teacher is and what he had. Before he could answer, I found the rest of my clothing and headed for the bathroom to put on my night clothes. I walked out in less than a minute. This time the towel covered my hair.

"I have Classic Literature with… Yeah, about this name," he said scrutinizing the name. "And you?"

"Same as you." I smiled.

Riho had a pouty look on her face as she headed toward the shower. "Lucky! I'm all alone in chemistry." She walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

"I don't know about you, but I think I am going to go to sleep in a few minutes," I said. I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. They were fluttering a mile a minute.

"Nighty-night, young one," Kuraiya teased.

"You're not that much my senior," I said playfully irritated with a hint of tired in my voice. I unwrapped the towel to reveal my wavy dark brown hair. It was still slightly damp, but I didn't care. I grabbed my fuzzy white blanket and wrapped myself in it tightly. On my side, I began to drift asleep as I heard Riho walk out of the bathroom.

"Kuraiya, it's your turn," said Riho. That was the last thing I heard on that tiring Sunday night.