[A/N] Woooop! I'm at it again! This is an variation of Briisama's "The Crime Lord and I", more details on my profile page. I decided I would to this piece is mass bulk installments of like anywhere from 10 to 12K each. I put my own spin and twist on every event from the very beginning to the end, so please consider this an original work with Briisama's original piece as more of a muse. Or however that works…..anyway! Enjoy!

The Crime Lord and I

Chapter 1 – "Blood vs. Flowers,,, and a psychopath?"

Hiei sighed dragging his katana across the large dark desk his feet were currently resting on. 'I wonder what to do for lunch?' He pondered. 'Chicken? No, maybe stir fry….I just had stir fry.' He sighed again, as if breathing would take his boredom away. Why did everything have to be so….peaceful. There should always be someone on standby for an ass kicking. "Aka-sama." Hiei swiveled slightly in his chair to find Toguro taking up most of his doorway. He raised a brow. "Minamino is now four weeks late on his payments."

The red eyes lit as Hiei sat up in his chair. "Is that so?" A slow grin began to take his face. "Tell me Toguro, how many times does that make?"

The second in command riffled through a folder. "Well counting his last time almost….three years ago, this makes the third."

Hiei was out the chair and pushing past him in an instant. "Third times the charm. Lets go fuck him up a bit, shall we?" He grabbed his jacket out the doorway of the mansion and headed toward the dark black, sports sedan.

"He's got a wife now." Toguro slid in front while Hiei laid out in the altered back seat. "Aka-sama, you want the cavalry?"

Hiei sat up and looked out of the back window at the men filing into black SUV's. He shrugged and flopped back down, opening the profile Toguro passed him. "Hell, why not? Married you say?"

The body guard sped out. "And a pretty little son."

"You don't say." Hiei quipped, a malicious sparkle brightening his eye. 'There really is no better feeling than right before a fresh fuck up.' He glanced at the wife's profile. Loving, devoted, pretty little Shiori Minamino. Slightly sickly, at home wife. Boring news; he flipped to next profile. "I thought you said he had a stepson." Hiei waved the picture up and the driver laughed.

"Pretty ain't he?"

"Well, well." Hiei looked the picture over. Blazing red hair, emerald green eyes and a natural, benevolent smile. Shuichi Minamino, age eighteen, senior in high school, top of his class, valedictorian, president of student council and VIP of the soccer club. A little more interesting. He flipped the file to carpeted floor and crossed his legs as he stared at the ceiling. "So we'll bust in, fuck up Minamino, maybe rough up the wife….maybe not, and take the kid. He should make us a penny and if Minamino wants him back he'll have to pay with interests." Hiei chuckled evilly. "Which I don't think he can afford to do. I might just overprice Sakyo, God knows the bastard likes them like this." They pulled up outside of a nice house on a suburban block. Hiei looked around, putting on his shades before waltzing up to the front door and knocking cordially. The door opened and a pretty face, roughly five foot five smiled at him. Hiei grinned back and quick as lightning punched him right in the sternum. The boy fell unconscious that second and he handed him off to Toguro who ordered one of his men to put him in the trunk. Hiei waltzed in, ignoring Shiori screaming.

Jiro walked in the room and seeing Hiei froze stiff. "H-Hiei! I was just coming to you!"

"Riiiiight." Hiei looked into the dinning room where there were plates set out with a large birthday cake in the center. "Looks like you were going to stay for dinner." He slid his shades off to see better and cocked his head to the side.

"Jiro, what is this!" Shiori yelled coming from the hall. "Where is Shuichi?!"

Suddenly Jiro grabbed her thrusting her to Hiei. "Here! Take her, she's pretty and-and good in bed! Consider her as payment!"

It was quiet as Hiei just stood there looking at him, disgust showing on his face, before he chuckled and slipped his shades on. He leaned near Shiori as if to whisper a secret. "Listen lady, I'd consider divorcing him, or what's left anyway." His hand snapped out and hit her in the neck. She slumped and Jiro let her fall. Hiei swiveled and waltzed to the door. "Fuck him up."

Kurama opened his eyes and coughed as his body tried to get his bearings. He was moving, this he was sure of. He opened his eye for blackness to greet him again. It only took him a moment to realize he was in the trunk of a car. A roomy trunk, but a trunk none the less. He had absolutely no understanding of what was going on. He remembered opening the door for someone and then……nothing. Oh! A strange guy, handsome, shorter than him, with wicked looking hair. Was he the one that kidnapped him? The car began to slow down and Kurama readied himself. He may not succeed, but he had to try to escape.

The trunk was being opened and without a second lost he lunged, not even sure who he hit, and was sprinting toward a gate. Thanking God for long legs he ran low and hard, heading right for the gate and the guards there. He leapt up and pushed off one's shoulder, neatly avoided the other and jumped to scramble up the huge iron wrought gate. As he reached the top a blur of black appeared above him and he came face to face with the wicked looking guy from before. Hiei's foot shot out and Kurama fell all eight feet to land in a huff and his breath knocked out of him.

The red head's world dazed as he sat up to find Hiei standing on the spokes of the gate. He jumped down and landed over Kurama in a crouch, scaring him back into the ground. "That won't really do you any good, though I do appreciate the effort. Marvelous display of athleticism, I do say." Hiei mocked with an odd English lilt and a crooked grin. The crime lord stood and took a couple steps back. Kurama pushed himself to his feet and brushed the dirt off. He wasn't hurting too bad, though he was a bit surprised, if that gate had been any higher…. He fixed a glare at Hiei, it was obvious that he was the leader.

"Where am I? Where is my mother? What did you do to her?"

Hiei stepped forward. "The bitch your father tried to push on me?" He barely got the words out before Kurama's fist shot out and connected with his cheek. Hiei's head snapped to the side and his shades hit the ground. Immediately several hands reached out to restrain him and one man got ready to punch him, but Hiei waved his hand. He grinned and picked up his shades, replacing them before he turned back to his new prisoner.

"What's this? We've got a fighter!" he laughed, licking the inside of his cheek and spitting out blood.

"What the hell did you do with my mother and my father?"

Hiei have an exaggerated sigh. "Unfortunately, nothing was done to your mother, your father however…I can't promise that." A round of laughter occurred and Kurama blanched.

"What the hell did you do to Jiro!?"

"Ooo feisty. Well Shuichi-kun –"

"Don't call me that!"

Hiei paused, "Well Slut-kun –" Kurama lunged at him but the arms kept him at bay. Hiei laughed. "Well honestly, you don't want me to call you Shuichi and you don't want me to call you slut. What do you want me to call you?" There was no verbal answer just a glare. "Either you pick a name, or I do."

"Kurama." He breathed out with every ounce of loathing he could find.

"Kurama…interesting. Well Kurama-kun, I believe we broke both of your father's legs and maybe some ribs." He said nonchalantly as Kurama's face became white. He paused suddenly. "Oh and I knocked you mother out. I hope when she wakes up she divorces that sorry asshole." Hiei waved his hand and the arms surrounding Kurama let go. The red head stood there lost for a moment while he processed what was being told to him.

He looked up to notice Hiei staring at him intently. "What the hell do you want me for?" He asked tersely.

Hiei shrugged. "Simple. Your father didn't pay so we came and got our payment. You'll make me a pretty penny. Now Toguro, please make sure….Kurama….gets to his room." Toguro locked his hand completely around Kurama's arm, effectively cutting off any of his hopes of escape, and led him into the mansion.

Rolling his jaw, the crime lord went to look for some ice. "Shit."

Hiei spit out the ice he had stuffed in his cheek and wandered upstairs to his room. The fun was over already. Now to discuss business deals. He didn't often dabble in the Slave Market, but when he did, he was never cheap. He sauntered up to the large black and gold double door and entered his room. He rounded the antechamber and stood there. "What the holy fuck are you doing here?"

Kurama stared at him, wriggling his other hand out of a knot connecting him to a bed post. He rubbed his wrist. "This was where I was put."

Hiei stood there for another moment, half his expression lost behind his shades. "This is MY goddamn room!"

The red head snorted. "I wonder." He arched a brow.

Hiei took off his shades and Kurama's eyes widened in shock, he had never seen red eyes before. "You think I told them to bring you up here?"

"You wouldn't be the first pathetic, wannabe bad ass to try and rape me." He shrugged.

"Wannabe badass?" Hiei echoed. "Like I would be interested in a scrawny, nasal-voiced little dandelion like you."

"Nasal?" Kurama's voice rose an octave. "Who the hell are you calling nasal you pint sized asshole!"

"Oh dear, size puns, they're almost as hurtful as yo mamma jokes!"

"Reject!"

"Flower!"

"Midget!"

"Whore!"

Kurama gasped. "You take that back!"

Hiei laughed. "I saw your file. How many teachers did you fuck to become valedictorian?"

"How many cronies did you fuck to become their little leader?!"

"Not as many as you've sucked off."

"You all wish fucker!'

"Takes one to know one bitch!"

Toguro sighed and rubbed his head. He had told one of the men to 'follow Hiei's orders and take him to a room.' Not take him to Hiei's room. Why did he always have to do things himself? He neared the door just as Karasu rounded the corner. Together they stared at the door as insults were thrown back and forth.

"What the fuck do you call yourself? What kind of mob boss lives in a goddamn meadow!?"

"That's it! Your ass is grass Daisy!"

"Bring it little man!"

Karasu flinched when something expensive-sounding crashed. "You gonna go in there and do something?" His black eyes slid over to Toguro. The larger man shrugged and walked away. Karasu lingered for a moment before briskly following him as something else crashed.

Hiei ducked out of the room, slamming the doors closed and locking them with a key he deposited in his pocket. It was a conscious decision out of concern for whatever Kurama hadn't picked up and thrown at him, consequently smashing in the process. The doors banged and rattled as Hiei jumped back with a laugh. "Haha, you may have won the battle you dainty asshole, but you haven't won the war!" He heard a distinct 'Shut the fuck up!' before he rounded the corner and took the steps three at a time, headed for the mess hall. He needed something to replenish his strength.

Kurama slid down the door and tried not to let his body shake or tears come out. What if the bastard came back and saw him crying? He tried to reason with his body, he tried to force it, but it was no use. His head slumped down to the floor and he curled in a ball to cry. Where was he? How was the rest of his family? Why was this happening to him? What had he done wrong for something so terrible to be happening? He didn't know how long he cried but finally he could give no more and fell unconscious there.

Hiei listened intently and unlocked the doors as silently as possible. He opened one slowly in the blackness and was grateful for his more-than-average-nocturnal vision. He slinked in and tripped on something catching himself just as his face came within inches of a mess of red hair. He maneuvered himself up, closed and locked the door again. That big mouthed brat could spend the night there for all he cared. Hiei waltzed over to his dresser, changed into a pair of sweat pants and nothing else and tossed himself on his bed. Soft breathing from across the room, for some unknown reason, made him stand and walk over to the kid near the door. Hiei turned him on his back slowly and let the moonlight illuminate his face. He looked too innocent asleep. It made him feel like a jerk for even thinking of selling him to a sadist like Sakyo. Reason told him that he would be more than just a little upset if he was kidnapped and worried about his family too. Still, the kid was an asshole.

Hiei sighed and scooped him up effortlessly. He was heading for the black leather couch but for some reason, again unknown, bypassed it and headed straight for his own bed. He pulled the sheets back and tucked him in. No sooner did Kurama suddenly kick about and sprawl his legs comfortably, effectively leaving an unoccupied corner of a king sized bed. He grumbled and shuffled over to the couch to stare out the sky at the moon. Having a heart in his line of work, was not often recommended. Normally he didn't have such a problem, but this one, he didn't know why, intrigued him.

Maybe it was his brazen attitude. Anyone else would have shit their pants not actually hit him in the face! Hiei tried to chalk it up to the red head just not knowing who he was, but something told him that even if he did, the result wouldn't have been any different. Hiei didn't know when he fell asleep but he knew when he woke up, his body stiff from being in one position and the clock reading four forty in the morning. "Shit." He grimaced as he tried to roll his shoulders and work out the kinks. He dressed quickly, happy his captive was still asleep and headed to the office, forgetting to lock the door.

Hiei slid, some hours later, into a chair in the mess hall and snatched a bag of chips from Karasu. "This is for breakfast?"

The raven haired man cocked his head to the side and touched a cut along Hiei's forehead. Hiei hissed and flinched back. "When did that happen?"

The men around the table stared as well. Hiei touched his own cut for the first time. He shrugged. "Must have happened when the pansy threw a goddamn mirror at me." He grabbed some toast from the table and took a vicious bite remembering in vivid detail.

Karasu nodded. "And then you…" he waved his hand. "cut him, beat him, burned him, chocked him?"

Hiei just snarled to himself and took another vicious bite. The table was silent. Toguro swallowed a chuckle wisely. "Should I bring Minamino-kun some breakfast?"

"Psht." Hiei scoffed leaning forward for the Orange juice. "Let the fucker starve." A delicate hand got to it before he did and emptied the contents on his head. Hiei was stock still as the chips were taken from him along with his unfinished toast and another slice from the table. He barely saw a flicker of red hair before it disappeared. He stood very slowly and blinked, walking out of the room and up the stairs without a word.

Toguro and Karasu watched anxiously. "Perhaps we should remind him Minamino isn't worth anything dead?" Karasu suggested. Toguro nodded.

Hiei opened the door slowly. There on the black leather couch, was Kurama enjoying a bag of chips. The red head's eyes trained intently on Hiei as he strode in and closed the door firmly. He walked languidly to Kurama until the teen was looking up at him and went still. "I am going to go take a shower."

"Going to scrub the stench off?"

A hand shot out, too fast for Kurama to comprehend, and wrapped its fingers around his jugular. His eyes went wide as his body struggled for breath. Hiei leaned it, his eyes still and unblinking as he strangled him. A frantic knock sounded against the door. "Aka-sama! I just wanted to remind you not to kill him!" Toguro's voice said. Hiei slowly unclamped his fingers and Kurama began coughing and sucking in air.

"Come get him." He instructed. Toguro was inside within an instant, leading Kurama out of Hiei's murderous glare. He followed, his throat still feeling foreign as Toguro chided him.

"Aka-sama doesn't have the best temper. It is wise not to test him, he's killed men for less."

Kurama managed to get out a 'whatever' before he started coughing. "Where are we going now?" He asked when his breath came back.

"I thought you might enjoy some time in the garden." The teen looked at him suspiciously. "I saw the flowers in the front of your house. Your mother do that, or you?"

He didn't answer only gave a small thank you as Toguro walked away. The flowers here were lovely in a wild sort of way, not at all cultured but blooming beautifully. Kurama sighed, he did love flowers, something he knew wasn't masculine at all. Was that why it made him so mad when that wannabe gangster called him one? 'I don't think he's a wannabe anything. Did you forget how he just almost killed you?' something in the back of his mind whispered. The red head snorted, he could have broken that hold if he wanted. He picked a couple flowers and began walking down a small path that followed around the house. He was about to round a corner when odd, pinging noises halted his movement. He peeked around the corner of the house to see men sparing, shooting targets with silencers, sharpening a variety of different weapons, all while shirtless. Kurama's eyebrows rose; he had never seen so many muscles in one place before. 'perhaps if I didn't feel that they would all readily kill me, I could appreciate this a little more.'

He sighed and was about to turn around and go back the way he came when a hand wrapped around his mouth and his head was smashed into the brick of the mansion. His vision swam until a face appeared right into his. "Lookee what we have here. The cocky little bitch that hit Aka-sama. Not so tough is he?"

Another voice laughed. "Why don't we show him how disrespectful bitches are punished?"

Emerald eyes widened and he thrashed about as they carted him back around the mansion. Kurama whipped his head to the side and screamed as the hand left his mouth. He was shaken and flipped upward over one of the crony's shoulder. His stomach tightened and just as he thought it was hopeless he saw him on the roof, shirtless with a bandana tied tightly around his forehead. It looked like he was practicing; the way he swung his katana with ease and precision, repeating moves seamlessly. Something in Kurama's gut told him to let him know what was happening. Even if he was their boss, even if he was an evil bastard that had kidnapped him from his home and possibly killed his father. Kurama used all his strength to pull his arms from his sides and rip the mouth from his hand. "Aka-sama!" He shrieked with everything in his being.

Hiei heard his name called from a very different voice. He looked down to see the lippy red head being carted off by two of his men. He put two fingers in his mouth and let a piercing whistle fly. Everyone stopped and Hiei jumped from the roof, down two floors to land on a second story balcony before jumping to the ground. "What the hell do you two think you're doing?" He walked forward, his katana resting on his shoulders like it was as dull as a butter knife.

"He was mouthing off, we were gonna teach him a lesson in respect."

Kurama wiggled until they let him go, and caught himself on his hands and knees. "God damn liars! I didn't say a thing to you!"

Hiei's eyes slide to the side to lock themselves on his disheveled appearance. "That's hard to believe."

Kurama opened his mouth to retort then closed it. He supposed so. "It's still the truth, they just grabbed me and said something about punishing bitches." He took another step away from them and toward Hiei.

Hiei's eyes narrowed at this and he took a step forward. "Punishing a disrespectful bitch? You were going to rape him?"

The two looked at each other and took a step back. "Well that kid had such a mouth and we all know he threw that mirror and you and he-he punched you! We thought you wouldn't care!"

Hiei took another step forward and Kurama marveled at how the size difference didn't seem to matter to anyone. Hiei hissed. "I don't give a damn if he was Satan himself and he had just finished roundhouse kicking me, you know how I feel about rapists."

The two backed up and bowed simultaneously. "Sorry boss, it won't happen again!"

"We swear it, Aka-sama!"

"Your damn right." he ground out, swinging his katana creating a line on both of their foreheads. Kurama squinted, it looked like the one on the right already had one. Hiei leaned forward noticing as well, the previous mark. "Looks like you're on your last strike." The man didn't say anything just continued bowing. Hiei turned his eyes on Kurama. "Who the hell put you out here?" The teen was struck with a loss of words. He motioned a tall man with his hand. Hiei sighed. "Lets go, you're a fucking nuisance." He grabbed the younger one by the wrist and practically dragged him back in the house and into the kitchen. He threw an icepack at Kurama who looked at him confusedly. He rolled his eyes and put the teen's hand to a nasty bump forming on the side of his temple. Kurama winced. "Look, you're no good to me marred, so can you stay out brawls before I get your ass out of here?" Hiei turned to wash his hands when the icepack hit him in the back of the head. He stood there for a moment before turning around.

"So that's it! You're just going to take me from my home and sell me like cattle?!" Hiei opened his mouth for a smart ass retort when he saw the angry tears in the younger's eyes.

He sighed. "I didn't tell your father to go and fuck up in life. He owes me more money than you think, so you're going to make that money for me."

"Oh? And what are you going to sell me for? Because I already know what I'll be! You just stopped them from raping me out there, but you're telling me that you're going to sell me to someone so they can pay you to rape me for as long as they want!" Hiei rolled his eyes and picked up the icepack. "So what? You just stopped your cronies because they didn't pay you first?"

Hiei rounded on him and he flinched slightly. "What happens outside of my territory is not my problem." He pushed past the red head and stalked to the stair case and up the steps.

Kurama was left looking at the floor before he ran to catch up with Hiei. "No!" He shouted.

Hiei turned to look at him. "No?"

"I'm not going to just do whatever you want."

The crime lord chuckled. "You are going to do whatever I want. And do you know why?" When there was silence beyond glares Hiei elaborated. "Because I'm going to make you." He turned and took the next landing. Kurama followed.

"There has to be something else I can do besides being a sex slave!" He caught up to Hiei and tugged on his shoulder. "Some way to see my mother again?" His large green orbs pleaded to Hiei's blood ones. "Please, just let me try."

Hiei shrugged off his hand and started walking again. Kurama stood rooted in the spot, his throat closing and his chest heavy with despair. "I'll think about it. For now, I suggest you stay on the upper floors." Kurama sighed with relief and finished following Hiei to the top floor. They were quiet until they were in his room again, Kurama didn't know why but he felt the overwhelming urge to thank the asshole that had stolen him in the first place.

"Thank you." He said quietly from the leather couch while Hiei sat adjacent in the balcony, sharpening his sword.

"For what?" The sword glinted with sunlight as the scrapes continued.

"For saving me."

"Hn." Hiei plucked a spiky white hair from his starburst and ran it along his sword. It cut perfectly. "Tell me, why did you call me Aka-sama?"

Kurama looked at him confused, his head lolling to the side. Hiei tried not to look at him through his peripheral vision. "Is that not your name?"

A chuckle escaped him. "No, it's not."

Kurama blushed slightly. "Oh, that's what everyone calls you. Aka-sama….Lord red? Why do they call you that?"

Hiei paused in wiping down his blade to stare at him. "Why do you think?"

Kurama felt a little captured by those eyes. 'Like pools of blood. It fits his persona.' "I see."

"It's just something only my men call me."

"Oh, so what is your real name?"

"Hiei… Jaganshi."

Kurama caught himself starring at the muscles of his back and how they moved whenever he did. "Yes well, you already know all my names."

"Why Kurama?"

Kurama was quiet for a moment and pulled his legs up to his chest, his eyes wandering outside to the bright blue sky. "I don't know really. Something bad happened a while ago with a teacher, I barely remember it at all. But when I woke up my friends were there and from that day on, they started calling me Kurama. Now everyone close to me does."

"Only people close to you?"

He shrugged. "Pretty much. That or Kurama-kun."

"Then why did you tell me to call you Kurama instead of Shuichi."

"Because my mother calls me that…..Shuichi, and I don't want you calling me that."

Hiei snorted. "Well that makes perfect nonsense."

Kurama shrugged. "I don't care, I won't answer if you call me that." Kurama paused. "Hiei? How did you know what they were talking about?"

"What do you mean?"

"The whole, punishing a bitch thing."

Hiei said nothing for a moment. "Punishing a disrespectful bitch is just code for raping someone. Its supposed to be adequate punishment."

Kurama noticed the disgust dripping from his voice. "And you don't agree?" He sounded a little disbelieving.

Hiei shot him a scathing glare. "I hate rapists." Was all he said.

There was silence for a while, Kurama fidgeted. "Uh..Hiei?"

"Hn."

"Is it possible that I can…shower?"

Red eyes appraised the teen. He did look a little grimy. "Bathroom's that way. I'll find you some clothes that fit."

Kurama was up and at the bathroom in no time. He practically ripped his clothes off and dived under the shower head. The steaming water felt relaxing and meditative. He analyzed what had happened and what he had seen. From what he could tell, security was pretty tight around here, not to mention he had no idea where 'here' was. 'I'm in the goddamn middle of nowhere.' He shampooed his hair while he thought of grand theft auto. 'I would have no idea of where to drive to. I'd be screwed.' Nothing looked like an open opportunity and he supposed that was the point. Oddly his thoughts kept creeping back to the evil little man holding him captive. He was shorter than him by five or so inches but from what he could tell, was extremely fast and dexterous. Kurama remembered his first escape attempt. Hiei had been able to catch up with him and then surpass him before he reached the top of the gate, and Kurama knew he was quick, that just meant Hiei was quicker.

Not to mention jumping down two stories at a time without even batting an eyelash. 'That was a little inhuman.' Kurama decided. He had been called inhuman before but that was usually meant as a high octane compliment. Kurama finished washing himself for the third time, and although he was sad to see it go, he knew he had to get out of the shower at some point. He opened the shower door to look for a towel only to find a flimsy little hand towel. "Aww damn." Wrapping the hand towel the best way he knew how he looked in the foggy mirror. The essentials were covered although there was a large gape that showed his thigh where the towel's corners just could not be persuaded to touch.

He stepped out of the bathroom to find the room empty. A door was open and he could hear rifling in what sounded like a completely different room. He peeked inside and his eyes almost popped out of his head. The room was in fact an overly-sized closet. "H-Hiei?" He called. There was a path that lead straight then a serious fork. He looked both ways but there were turns so he had no idea which direction Hiei was in. "Hiei!?" He called louder.

"Yeah? I'm over here, I think I found something that fits." Kurama ventured to the right and tried to follow his voice. After another turn he found him rifling through a drawer, a green linen tunic was pulled out at the end of the row. "Here, I found the pants to it." Hiei turned and froze. Kurama was surveying the quality of the tunic and Hiei was trying not to drool. The crime lord had had some fine women and experimented with a guy or two, but from where he was standing Kurama looked like a shameless mixture of the best of both worlds. His hair still managed to look thick with volume even sopping wet, it ran down his back and covered his chest all the way past his ribs. His ass poked out just enough to elevate the towel to risqué proportions. The top of his thigh showed all the way to the hip bone, giving Hiei a full look at one wonderfully toned leg.

"Stare any harder, and you'll burn a hole through me."

Hiei cracked a grin and flopped the pants on a dresser. "I'll leave you to get dressed." He began walking back.

"Wait!" Kurama blushed as Hiei paused and looked at him. "Wha-what about…underwear?"

Hiei full out laughed as Kurama stood their embarrassed. He threw his hands up. "Find some. Everything in here is clean. I don't wear half of it in an entire year. I don't think I even own half."

Kurama waltzed out of the room to find it empty with the door open. He ventured out and walked down the hall, for the first time admiring the interior quality of the mansion. He could tell by the lush carpet under his feet, that a lot of money was invested in this home. He found another door open farther along the hall and tip toed in past an ante chamber with a huge light brown desk, to find Hiei in an office with deep reds on the walls and an even bigger dark desk. His chair was turned facing the large floor length window and he was talking on the phone in a completely different language. Kurama took the time to look around and investigate his warden. There was one picture; a larger man with several scars down one side of his face standing next to him was a smaller, but disturbingly similar Hiei and on the other side was a small white haired girl that looked exactly like Hiei down to the eyes and nose.

He picked the picture up and studied it. He could tell the man wasn't their father, but the way he smiled, it was natural. He had several guns strapped to him openly and neither Hiei nor the girl seemed worried about them at all. 'So he's been raised in this business. But who's the little girl? His sister perhaps? They look exactly alike.' Kurama squinted.

"My twin, Yukina."

The teen jumped slightly and pinked. "I came to find you, but you were busy." He looked back at the picture. "She's pretty. How old were you two?"

Hiei was up and out of the door with Kurama on his heels. "Maybe ten or eleven."

They were almost at the steps now and Kurama had to wonder why they were walking so fast. "Where is she now? Wanted to keep her away from all this?"

He stopped suddenly and Kurama almost crashed into him and sent them both tumbling down the stairs. "I wanted to. But she's dead, been dead for a long time." There was silence as Kurama followed him down all four flights of steps, past a mess hall and into the kitchen. It was the middle of the day, so it was busy and packed. Hiei grabbed Kurama's hand, thinking nothing of it, and pulled him out of the way and around all the equipment and moving bodies to a huge refrigerator. "Water? Apple?"

"Both thanks." Kurama tried to keep his cheeks from burning. He didn't know why he was making such a fuss over someone holding his hand. And not just anyone, but a seemingly assholish, mob boss that tried to kill him, was holding his hand. And he was blushing about it! Hiei snagged both and led them out a side door, down a ways until they reached a Koi pond. Kurama hopped on the stone bench, sitting on the back with his feet in the seat, while Hiei ate his apple and tossed bits into the pond. "How do you know they eat apple?"

"They eat almost anything. I do this all the time." Kurama appraised him from afar. He had slipped a black tank top on but it only seemed to make his body more pronounced. Now Kurama could see how trim his waistline was, or how his physic created a complete triangle with broad shoulders to set off his hips. He was lean, with no bulk, but cord like muscles that seemed to move on their own. Kurama watched him throw another apple piece and noticed something.

"Hey, you don't have any hair under your arms." He cocked his head to the side. Hiei looked back and rolled his eyes. "You shave?" Kurama didn't even try to quell the laughter bubbling up.

Hiei stretched out on the bench under Kurama with his hands behind his head. "I did once when I was younger. Shiei got a kick out of it. I only did one under arm but it never grew back, so I shaved the other." He shrugged.

Kurama processed this. "So you have no bodily hair?"

"I wouldn't say that. Just not a lot."

"Hmm. I want to sit down now."

Hiei shrugged again. "You snooze you lose."

A red brow raised as Kurama curled himself on Hiei with his legs to the side. He leaned over, ignoring Hiei's grunts of protest, and plucked a white hair. "And that's natural?" He pointed to the starburst.

"Yep, my sister had all white hair with some black in bottom. I got all black with some white on the top." There was a small sigh. "She was always the opposite of me." When Kurama was silent Hiei sat up, bringing his face almost right next to the other's. "What about this?" He picked up strands of Kurama's hair. "This is awfully red. Natural?"

"Psht." He snorted pointing to Hiei's eyes. "Those are awfully red. Natural?"

Hiei chuckled. "Touché." He laid back down.

"There are quite a few unnatural things about you. And I don't think your coming clean."

"Ha! What about you! Who has eyes that color?"

"Who has eyes that color?" Kurama nodded toward Hiei.

"Alright, so we're even on the eyes."

"I would say we're even on the hair as well."

Hiei thought about it and relented. "Okay fine. What does that leave?"

"You jumping from ridiculous heights. That is completely unnatural."

"Psht anyone trained right can do that. I've been jumping from high places since I was a kid." Kurama scoffed. "How about Mr. Goody Goody. That school record is pretty impressive, a little too impressive. What did you do for all that fluff anyway?"

"Please! I worked hard is what I did. Studied every night for at least three hours and sucked up so much bull shit from my peers that it was coming out of my eye balls. That's how I became all that I am. Completely feasible."

There was a moment of silence as they each tried to come up with something else on the other. "Then we're even?" Hiei offered.

"Until I find something else." Kurama teased.

"Well…" Hiei showed a toothy grin. "I am amazing in bed."

"Ha." The red head scoffed. "That makes two of us."

Hiei sat up. "Woah-oh! Mr. Goody Goody not so goody after all!" Kurama pinked. "So you're not a virgin?"

A snort. "Of course I am."

Hiei rose a brow. "Then how do you know that you're good in bed?"

A shrug. "It stands to reason. I'm good at everything else I do."

Something started to vibrate and Hiei slipped his legs from under Kurama, flipped agilely with his phone out before he even touched the ground. He walked a couple paces with the call. Kurama tossed the last of his apple into the pond just in time to hear Hiei say 'I'll handle it.' He didn't know why a disappointed sigh escaped him. "I need to go. Stay here or go back upstairs but don't wander. I'll tell Toguro to keep a eye on you. Sleep in my room." He turned to walk away.

"Hiei!" Kurama blushed at the inquisitive face. "How-when will you be back?"

Hiei just looked at him for a moment. "Later."

Kurama watched him jog away and sighed. 'Stay here or go back upstairs? Who the hell is he, Mother Hen?' With rebellion in mind, Kurama stood and began to explore the wooded parts closer to the mansion. He happened across another small garden, there were wild Tulips and a decaying garden. The bench looked unused and Kurama wondered if anyone remembered this place. Kurama knelt near the flowers and brushed his fingers against a large, soft yellow Tulip. An image of his mother slammed into his mind and he found himself crying to the Tulip. He couldn't even call her and tell her he was okay. God only knew what she was going through. 'Mother!'

"Something troubling you, Mademoiselle?" Kurama jumped to his feet and whirled around, Hiei's words coming to him fast. 'I should have just gone upstairs.' The man before him looked sinister with straight, deep black hair and eyes that contrasted warily with his pale complexion. His eyes narrowed a bit, then widened with surprise as he appraised Kurama unnervingly. "Oh, my apologies, you are not a woman, just beautiful. Tell me, mon beau, what is your name?"

"Kurama." He managed to get out, his fear making him feel like a deer in headlights. Something about this man was off. It might be the way his eyes seemed to undress him over and over again. Kurama briefly thought about running all the way back until he reached the room.

"But where are my manners? I am Valdez Sakyo," He stepped closer and grasped Kurama's hand to kiss it. "at your service." Kurama nodded unsure of what else to do. Sakyo hooked his arm with Kurama's. He was a little taller and smelled of cologne that screamed money. Kurama noticed he carried a black walking stick with a heavily furnished head. "You wouldn't happen to be lost, would you?"

"No, no." Kurama found that not looking at him made it easier to talk like a normal human being. "Just disobeying orders." He gave a nervous chuckle. "I should be getting back."

Sakyo didn't release him, rather continued walking in a roundabout manner, heading for the main gates of the estate. "Then you must belong to Hiei. Definitely not one of his men, are you a slave?"

"No!" He answered too quickly. "Just….payment."

"You borrowed money from Hiei?" Sakyo asked with a dubious voice.

"No, my step-father."

The older gent huffed. "Must have been quite a sum."

Kurama could feel the black eyes on him. "I couldn't tell you." He said with a smile. "We always led a really nice life, and I never suspected the money to be anything but hard earned." He shrugged.

"Well, I wonder how he intends to get his money back. Has he mentioned slave trade?" Kurama's head whipped around to stare at him. He still hadn't gotten any confirmation of that; he had no answer. Sakyo seemed to read the distress from his face. "Well don't worry, I won't let you even hit the market. I'll make sure you come with me."

"He-he wasn't sure if he was going to do that." Came a soft reply, somehow not feeling any better from the other's assurance.

"With a beauty like you?" He used his finger to tip Kurama's head up and stare at his face. "I can't see why you wouldn't become immediate property. No offense I hope." Kurama shook his head. "It's just my business to know these things. Well here we are." The mansion came to view and with it the very large figure of Toguro. He made his way to them.

"Valdez-sama, a pleasure to see you again. Aka-sama has stepped out on business, I don't think he was aware that you were here." He turned to Kurama. "Speaking of Aka-sama, he's not going to be happy at you wandering around when he specifically told you not to."

"Oh, it was fine. I was just telling Kurama-san about my ball, a week from now. I was hoping Hiei would bring him. It's always encouraging to have a fresh breath there, to liven the coop." He turned to Kurama who was thinking of way to politely decline. "Sometimes it get so full of egos one finds it hard to see. Well, until we meet again." He bowed and released Kurama's arm in an excessively gentlemanly fashion.

Kurama smiled as the man gave him one last intense gaze and turned to meet his limo at the gate. "What an intimidating man."

"Really?"Toguro looked back at him. "And people always call Aka-sama the more daunting of the pair."

"Their friends?" Kurama asked confused. He couldn't see Hiei with a man like Sakyo. Far too different worlds.

"Very close indeed. They compliment each other, Sakyo the sadist and Hiei the indifferent."

They began the walk inside pausing in the mess hall to sit down. "I don't see how indifference compliments sadism."

Toguro shrugged, "Where Sakyo will torture a man to get money, Hiei would kill an entire family and save one he thinks will make him the amount he's owed. He just doesn't care."

Kurama blinked at him. "I see. What is it Hiei does anyway? Why all these people?" He looked around Everyone there was in some way scarred or intimidating.

"He deals mostly in assassinations, pirating, smuggling, arson, and extortion. He leaves the petty stuff for other people."

The red head was shocked, his brows risen. "Petty?" He asked stunned. "What's left?"

"Well you know, drugs, prostitution, small time gang banging, bootlegging. That kinda stuff."

There was a slow nod. "And Sakyo?"

Toguro shook his head. "Not someone you want to get tangled with. He's known mostly for the black market, the slave market and extortion. But just the way he handles things." Toguro shivered theatrically. "Just chills me really. Even Aka-sama gets slightly disturbed. Sakyo truly enjoys his line of work. He especially loves collecting. He'd most likely pay big money for you. Hell, he'd pay bid money for Aka-sama, if he was sure Aka-sama wouldn't find a way to kill him."

Kurama chuckled. He couldn't see the cocky, little crime lord as anyone's slave. "Well I hope I can find some way to be useful. I really don't want to be sold." He tried to keep the sadness out of his tone but Toguro caught it.

"Hmm, well scurry upstairs and I'll keep your running around a secret between us."

The teen nodded a small smile appearing before he bolted to the staircase and took them two at a time. Karasu wandered to the table after the other left. "Getting cozy?"

Toguro shrugged. "He looks like the kind to need a friend."

"And since when is the 'Bone Crusher' anybody's friend?"

"I'm your friend aren't I, Silencer?"

Karasu 'hmmfed' and lifted his mug to his lips. As it just so happened, he had a job tonight.

Hiei slipped into his room silently through the window. A preferred habit since paranoia told him the door was never truly safe. The sleeping red head was the first thing his eyes sought. It was almost five in the morning and he was just getting in. Things had taken far longer than he had suspected. Some underground rival setting up prepubescent traps and then not suspecting Hiei to show up knocking on his door while his family ate dinner. Lets just say that the four year old he had left alive will probably never know who her family was.

Hiei was hanging up his jacket when a yawn and some shuffling made him turn. Kurama blinked at the clock then rubbed his eyes and sat up. He starred at Hiei sleepily. "You just got in?"

"Yeah, did I wake you?" He asked sheepishly, never really caring about waking someone before.

"No. Internal alarm, I always get up at five." Kurama watched as he shrugged off his shirt and shoes, his pants were open before he even was in the bathroom, and then the door was left open. The shower ran but after a few minutes was off and Hiei was out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked around in ease and slipped into the closet before popping out in a pair of low cut black sweat pants that fit him like they were tailor made. He came and flopped on the bed next to Kurama with his hands behind his head. "You're not going to put a shirt on?" He said to Hiei's closed eyes as he ogled his chest.

"You're lucky I put pants on for you. Now shut up, I'm tired."

The red head scoffed. "Not my fault you came in at an ungodly hour."

"It's not my fault you woke up at the same ungodly hour so either amuse yourself..quietly, or go back to sleep." Kurama sighed and laid back down. Though he was on the other side of the large bed, he felt intimate sleeping with another person. He squinted when he caught sight of some sort of black markings coming out of Hiei's pants, on the right hip. ' A tattoo? On his hip? What a woman's place to put one!' Kurama inwardly snickered. "Stare any harder, and you'll burn a hole through me." Hiei quipped not sounding sleepy at all. Kurama glanced at his closed eyes and turned to face the other wall and hopefully hid his very bright blush. He heard the other man chuckle and turn on his side too.

Hiei woke to his own internal alarm, a sort of ringing that usually happened when something was wrong. He looked over, Kurama was gone. He got up groggily to brush his teeth and what not. On a day like this he usually wasn't up until around noon. He glanced at the clock; it read ten minutes to two. 'Okay then, I've met quota.' He was just shrugging on another tank top, white with black dragons, when an almost frantic knock sounded. He opened the door a little anxious.

Karasu met him. "Uh, Aka-sama, I think you should come see this." Hiei was down the hall, down the steps, through the mess hall to the slight noise coming from the back terrace. Toguro stood against the doorway and Hiei's eyes bulged out at the sight. "You idiots couldn't keep him out of trouble a few hours?" He began to walk out but Toguro put up his hand.

"I think he can handle this himself."

Hiei scoffed but stood still. There with four men facing him, each holding a different weapon, was Kurama. 'At least no one has a sword.' Hiei unsheathed his and held it by the blade, ready to throw and impale anyone.

Kurama was trying to be diplomatic. "I didn't mean to offend anyone." He sounded exasperated and backed up a tiny bit. His eyes flicking from person to person, a little frightened.

"Well princess, we won't mean to break your legs." One replied seriously.

Another snickered. "As long as we don't mess up your face, don't want to mess up Aka-sama's chances of getting his money back from the market."

Kurama shook his head. "Honestly, I didn't know that old woman was your grandmother, or grandcousin, aunt-relative, whatever. I just saw her picture and commented to myself."

The big one seemed to get even more mad. "She was our sister!"

"Oh." Kurama's mouth made that open gesture of surprise that did nothing for his situation.

"Why if it weren't for you being Aka-sama's bitch we'd tear you apart!" He seemed to growl.

Hiei saw Kurama's eyes flicker. "I am not anyone's bitch."

The cronies, seeing a struck nerve began snickering again. "Oh really? We all know he saved your ass from a pounding. And word travels that old Saky's got his eye on you. Why, you're the bitch of the year!" They laughed.

Hiei's head snapped to Toguro. "Sakyo?" He asked, his voice unkind and brisk, his eyes on Kurama and the odd way he was standing. He had straightened out of his protective crouch and was starring at them, unnervingly still.

"We are no one's bitch." His voice seemed to take an odd timbre. The others saw it too, though they didn't move. Hiei's men were not known for being cowards. Hiei blinked, was one of his eyes a different color? He squinted and took a step forward, his own eyes widening. Yes, Kurama had one green eye and one gold. "We belong to ourselves and no one else. We never have nor will we ever." His eyes were golden now and his hair was changing, like he was graying at the roots. Hiei watched him move with amazement. Kurama had jumped and was swinging his leg with such velocity. Everyone heard the thunderous crack as the teen's food connected with one man's head, disconnecting it from his shoulders. He flew a few feet and hit the ground like dead weight. As soon as he touched the ground his leg shot out to connect with the ribs of the closest one to him. More sickening crunches, the kind only heard in movies. Hiei watched the man's face go blank and then fill with pain all before he even hit the ground.

Hiei moved swiftly. He kneed Kurama's knee making him buckle and held his sword to his throat. Up close he could see the transformation better. His hair was almost completely silver, only the tips still red. Hiei stared at the top of his silver head. "Who are you?" He asked. It was obvious that this was not Shuichi Minamino.

There was a chuckle before the wily form ducked and with an odd flip of his hands, went right over Hiei. They looked at each other intently, the way two adversaries do when they try to gauge potential physical damage done by an opponent. Hiei could see this one was a fighter. "Youko Kurama." He said in almost rural, animalistic pronunciation. Hiei noticed the hair changing before the eyes and when he was fully red he dropped.

Kurama woke up with a headache from hell and a complete understanding of what had happened. He didn't move but opened his eyes to see Hiei pacing back and forth at the end of the bed. Kurama observed from the safely tucked covers and tried to think of a way to explain himself. "You just gonna sit there and act like you're still sleeping?" Was the question Hiei posed without even stopping.

Kurama heaved himself up with a moan and a fresh wave of nausea. "Hiei." He tried but his brain felt like it was trying to swell out of his head.

Hiei turned with cold eyes fully expecting some type of ploy but he could see the boy's pain. He walked over and pushed him back down. "Fine, wait until you feel better and then I want a full explanation as to what the fuck just happened." The crime lord made to leave but the red head caught the bottom of his top.

Hiei turned back to look at him but Kurama would'nt meet his eye. "Please don't leave me. The last time Youko came out he killed a lot of people."

Hiei's eyes widened. "Youko? So that's the silver headed guy?" Kurama chuckled softly at an inside joke. Hiei quirked an irritated brow. "What?"

"Most people say he's 'grey'."

Hiei shrugged. He supposed that could be one way of looking at it, but Hiei had been up close and personal with the guy. His hair was definitely silver, and he was definitely not Kurama. He had oddly colored golden eyes and teeth a sharper than what was normal. Not to mention extremely long fingernails. "That guy, Youko; he's not normal is he?"

Kurama turned his head slowly and Hiei sat on the edge of the bed. He noticed that younger had still not let go of his shirt. He shook his head. "That's not something I've ever told anyone about."

"No one knows about this?" Hiei asked incredulously.

"My therapist knows I have multiple personality syndrome and that Youko is violent. But she doesn't know that he tells me he's a youkai or that he killed a lot of people while in my body. She would lock me up for sure." He sighed. "I had medicine for this."

"Had?" Hiei asked quickly.

Kurama frowned and pinned him with a glare. "I had run out about a week before you and your cronies came and kidnapped me. I had an appointment for this weekend to get a new diagnostic and medicine."

"Why the hell would they let you go a week without this medicine before scheduling an appointment?"

"Because Youko hasn't come out for over a year and wouldn't unless my life was in danger. Then I black out and when I come to I'm somewhere safe with blood all over me and no idea how it happened." Kurama looked away and Hiei sighed.

"Great, now how the hell am I going to make any money off of you?" Hiei muttered more to himself but Kurama heard and seemed to become distinctly aware of how he was still clutching Hiei's shirt. He let go quickly.

"You're still planning on selling me." It was more of an accusation than a question.

"I wasn't sure." Hiei found himself wanting to ease the redhead's stress. "I have an example I need to follow for the life I chose. I can't just go around granting freebies to sad stories. Your father owes me money and I haven't seen him come here yet to bargain for you." He pinned Kurama with a dark look but then waved it off and continued nonchalantly. "My usual next course of action is to make money off of you and go kill your father, in due time of course."

Kurama gasped. "But then my mother would be all alone!"

"Both you and your mother would suffer from your father's mistakes."

"But that's not-!"

"Fair?" Hiei lifted a brow again. "Life isn't fair." He stood up. "However I can't go around selling a psychopathic nutcase, it wouldn't be good for my rep." He sighed again as Kurama sat up with large expectant eyes. "Seems like I'll have to find some way to put you to work."

"Really?" Kurama asked breathlessly. He didn't try to hide his appreciation or his relief.

"Yeah." Hiei replied gruffly. "Now, what to do about this Youko?"

Kurama bit his bottom lip. "I would have to go to my therapist to get more medicine and that doesn't seem like a possibility. Besides Youko probably won't accept it this time." He tried to add the last part quietly.

"Accept it?" Hiei's eyes widened. "You mean he has to accept it to work!?"

Kurama seemed to sink into himself. "I don't really know all the details. Just that last time Youko accepted my request and went to sleep."

Hiei stared at him for a moment. "So the only reason the medicine worked is because you asked your alter ego to accept it?"

"Yeah, I didn't tell that to my therapist either."

"Great."

Hiei walked around his room and Kurama thanked God his headache was starting to subside. He watched Hiei pace and, not for the first time, let himself ogle him a bit. A chuckle sounded in his head. 'He does have an incredible body.' A sinfully deep voice purred in the back of his head. "Youko?" Kurama whispered to himself.

The voice was a little groggy still. 'In the flesh, well not yet. Did you miss me?'

A small smile graced his face. Narcissistic sadist and all, he still was a comforting part of Kurama. 'I suppose.' He answered in his mind. His eyes flicked back to the crime lord who was currently looking out the window across the large room.

'He's quite a character. It's a wonder you two haven't fucked yet. You're lucky I respect your wishes or you would have woken up with a sore ass.'

Kurama chuckled softly and Hiei approached him warily. "Something funny?"

The red head looked at him and tried to gauge his reaction. "Youko is awake."

Hiei was quiet for a moment. "Can I speak to him?"

Kurama opened his mouth to ask 'why' but Youko interrupted. 'Let me talk to him love. I would love to straighten some things out.' Kurama began to protest again but after some silent prodding allowed himself to sink into deeper consciousness and Youko take over his frame.

Hiei stood near the end of the bed and watched the hair color and eye color transform, but the most disconcerting change was watching the fairly normal, if not a little innocent, boy's face twist into a knowing, cocky, damn near savage smirk. He was up and out of the bed instantly and Hiei watched quietly as he stretched like a cat, arching his back and twisting around.

"Dear me, it just feels so good to be out again. I was asleep for quite a while." He jumped lightly, perching himself on the bed again. "Hiei Jaganshi, crime Lord, I've heard of you before, in the circle I run with. Never thought I would meet you though." His voice curled and ended in his throat.

Hiei noted how everything he said seemed to purr. "And if I remember correctly, Youko Kurama?" after a widened smirk and a saucy nod Hiei put two and two together. "Kurama said something about a teacher and then all his friends gave him that name. Was that you?"

Youko lifted a brow. "That was the first time I ever saved that naïve little ningen and he still doesn't remember what happened. But that boy, whats his name Ureshimi? Uromashi?"

"Urameshi?" Hiei offered hoping he was wrong. He knew Reizen Urameshi, not someone to tangle with even in a very belated, totally non-related sort of way. That posed more of an in-the-distant-future problem. He was the friend of Reizen's son. Nice.

"Well anyway he happened to see. Luckily he's not too bright so he just thinks Kurama forgot." There was a cat like grin that let Hiei know he was extremely proud of himself.

"I see." The Crime Lord watched carefully as the wily would-be-youkai stood up and stalked around the room, picking up baubles and little trinkets that were left after the first great fight against the red head. "Kurama says you're a killer."

"Hmmmm," Youko pouted his lips and perched on the wide window sill. "I would prefer assassin, but in little Shuichi's eyes, one killer doesn't really differ from another."

Hiei didn't comment for a moment, sitting on the far end of the sofa. "And this youkai business? How do you explain that and the physical changes?"

Youko shrugged good naturedly and offered a toothy grin. "Don't know." He vaulted easily off the sill to sink right into Hiei's lap. "But I do know I am a youkai. Wanna guess what kind? I used to play this game with people that owed me their life. If they guessed correctly, I let them live."

Hiei stubbornly refused to let his inner instincts let him pull his head back as the other's lips neared closer and closer. "Neko?"

Youko pulled back quickly, his eyes going large and his brows pulled together. "Cat?" He pulled back even further and slumped his shoulders a bit. "How the hell do I resemble a cat?"

Hiei clinched his teeth to keep from chuckling. It didn't help. "You purr."

Golden eyes narrowed. "I. Do. Not. Purr. " There was a certain amount of malice thrusted in those words but it didn't help Hiei any. He began to flat out laugh. Youko watched him laugh and then on a whim pushed his face a hairs width from Hiei's. "I protect Kurama, and that's what I am going to do until the day we both die." His golden eyes stressing the importance of these words in the blood red ones. "We will not become anyone's slave. And as much as I enjoy sex, I will uphold Kurama's wishes. Just in case you were thinking of whoring us out as a form of work."

Hiei made a disgusted sneer and turned his head slightly for a moment before composing his face. "Well, it seems fortunate for you that suddenly selling Kurama would be hazardous to my reputation."

"Hmm." Youko stood up and stretched again. He turned back to face Hiei on a pivot. "But one man truly scares him." Hiei raised a brow. "That man, Sakyo." The youkai narrowed his eyes. "I will kill him if I have to, and he seems the type to scheme until he gets what he wants."

A wry grin cracked over Hiei's face. "He is a sick bastard. He would pay double for you if he knew your condition. He would love to take turns on both you." A low growl erupted from Youko and Hiei shrugged. "But I won't sell you. I already told Kurama that." He sighed and wondered where all the cruelty he was famed for was going. "I gave you my word." He said finally, feeling his chest clench slightly. He had vowed to never give his word again after that day and yet…

"Fine then." Youko said simply and twirled/sauntered back to the bed. He crawled in and looked very poignantly at the clock. "It's late and I know Shuichi likes his beauty sleep."

Hiei sat there for a longer while until he could hear the even breathing of the now red headed boy in his bed. He stood and made his way over to look at him. He didn't seem half a tough laying there with his hair sprawled everywhere and an innocent look on his face. The crime lord made his way out the room, down the hall, and into his office. He had too many things on him mind. A new shipment of smuggled weapons, a rival gang uprising and worse…Sakyo's ball.

[A/N] There you have it folks. The first installment of the this piece. I'm predicting some three or four more, if that. Probably no Epi. Who knows. Anywho this was almost 11K so I expect some reviews!! Thanks as always!