Hello there!! I'm putting off the "A chance Reunion" series for a while (I needed to take a break-my muses are tired of working on it) so I started this!! It's my first attempt at a drama-ish thing, but it's a little more than that. It's a little of everything, really.

WARNINGS!!!

This was rated R for a reason. So if you don't feel like you can handle it-go away, don't read. (As of now, it's just general cussing, but it's going to get worse)

This WILL contain YAOI in later chapters. So if you don't want to read yaoi, go away and don't bother flaming me-I'll either insult you back or it will be ignored.

This is a semi-AU fic. I say "semi" because most everything happens, save a few details. I know Shiori gets remarried later in the series, but (to the same guy) in this fic. That, and I think a few dates that I'm unsure of are changed around. Once again, don't like, don't read.

I think that's it. If anyone feels like I've missed something, then please drop me a review telling me!!

For those of you I haven't scared off, enjoy the fic!! ^_^

-Nagem

"Class, we have a new student today."

"Sensei. . . . "

"Hush. Meet Yuki Nakano." Kurama looked up from the science homework he had been working on to see his teacher usher in a new student. "He will be staying with us for the rest of the semester."

A goth, Kurama though skeptically. Yuki had shoulder-length black hair that was tied back into an proper ponytail. He wore the school uniform, but wrinkles suggested he wore other clothes under it, not to mention the black under the slightly unbuttoned pink shirt. He held a black witch hat under his arm; the teachers had obviously made him take it off. Although his face was clean, his eyes held hints of past-worn black eyeliner and other symbols painted by black makeup. One ear was pierced, a black hoop hanging from it. Yuki raised a hand to flip off the class, and Kurama could see the chipped-off black nailpolish. Does he ever learn?

"Nakano-kun!!" the teacher yelled. "That is an inappropriate gesture!! Please take your seat next to Minamino-kun!!"

Crap, Kurama thought, nearly slamming his science book shut. Why do the teachers always pick on me? I get good grades, isn't that enough? I'm well-behaved. Why?

"Which one's Minamino?" Yuki asked, putting his hands on his hips.

"The one with the bright long red hair," offered a classmate.

"The girl?" Yuki asked, laughter in his voice. Kurama pushed his chair back and stood up.

"You know well I'm not a girl," Kurama said. Yuki stalked over to Kurama and laced an arm around the redhead's shoulders, laying the other hand flat on his chest. Kurama blushed a deep red, rivaling his hair.

"Ah, Shuichi-kun," Yuki said, making his voice sickly sweet and smiling. "You make it sound like we've actually done something!! Now, now, you wouldn't want your fangirls to think like that."

"Get off of me, pervert," Kurama growled so that only Yuki could hear it. The goth's smile vanished.

"I try to let you have a little fun," Yuki said. "But you don't like it. Fine, Shuichi-kun." Yuki removed his hands and sat down at his seat, eyes cold, not looking at Kurama. The kitsune curled a hand into a fist, gritting his teeth and trying to ignore the boy next to him.

Later, during the passing period, Kurama was washing his hands in the boy's bathroom when an all-too familiar scent drifted in. He whirled to face Yuki, who smelled of makeup and dead grass. Noticing Kurama staring at him, Yuki smiled, showing white teeth.

"Shuichi-kun," he said, still trying to taunt Kurama with the nickname. "How nice to see you again."

"What are you doing here?" Kurama demanded. "Putting on your makeup again without the teacher's permission? I advise against it-it's why you got expelled from your last school."

"First off, they wouldn't give me permission even if I asked, Shuichi," he said. "You know what they think about goths. Two, you should learn to enjoy my company. It's much better than those nerds that always hang around you." Kurama's hand curled into a fist, hating Yuki with every word he said.

"Even though you may be my future stepbrother, I have no need of your company," Kurama hissed through his teeth. Yuki frowned; Kurama had hit the boy's buttons all too well.

"Fine," he said. "It's not like I wanted father to marry your kassan."

"You better leave my 'kassan out of this," Kurama warned, gritting his teeth. "The only reason I'm putting up with you is to make her happy." Yuki's thin lips curled into a smile filled with irony.

"Just think about it though, Shuichi," he said. "We've been complete enemies since the day we met in the babysitter's. Now we're about to be stepbrothers."

"Isn't it funny how life works like that?" Kurama asked sarcastically.

"I was serious, dude," Yuki said, frowning. "Why do you treat me like this?"

"Because you're immature," Kurama said. "Why do you have to tell everyone that you're obsessed with death by wearing black clothes and crap all the time? It just seems odd to me."

"You don't know death," Yuki said.

"Try me," Kurama replied, narrowing his eyes. Before he knew what was going on, Yuki had hit him. Hard. Kurama felt what had to be a mixture of spit and blood dribble out of the corner of his mouth. When he turned to face Yuki again, the boy's hand was still clutched in a fist, the knuckles rapidly turning blue and purple.

"You've got a damn hard head, Shuichi," Yuki hissed as teachers popped their heads in to see what was wrong.

"Minamino-kun! Are you all right?" one asked. "Did Nakano-kun hit you?" Kurama nodded, wiping his mouth and exiting the bathroom. He could hear Yuki hiss angrily behind him, warning him.

Yusuke and Kuwabara met Kurama outside his school later, when the kitsune was leaving. The Rekai Tantei grinned at Kurama, before noticing the bruise he had just to the left of his mouth. Kuwabara peered at it.

"What happened, Kurama?" Yusuke asked. "Looks like someone punched you."

"Yuki," Kurama said simply. "He was caught by the teachers, and given detention. But since 'kassan wanted me to start walking him home, I had to stay after, too." The kitsune looked slightly put-out.

"Why do you have to walk him home?" Kuwabara asked. "It's not like you guys live together yet."

"Actually, he and his father moved in last weekend," Kurama said. "And supposedly he 'doesn't know the area yet'." Yusuke shrugged. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"We . . . " Yusuke looked over Kurama's shoulder, to where Yuki was walking out of the school building, and lowered his voice. "We got a new mission from Koenma. He wants us to meet Botan at midnight, all right?"

"Why at midnight?" Kurama whispered back, once he had figured out why Yusuke was talking so low.

"I don't know," Yusuke replied. "The toddler's just strange like that. Plus, it adds to the dramatic tension. All the tantei, sneaking out of their rooms in the middle of the night. . . . "

"Who's doing what in the middle of the night?" Yuki asked, putting his head on Kurama's shoulder. "Sneaking? Really, Shuichi, you aught to get better friends. And what if I were to go home when you were talking to them? What would your 'kassan say?"
"Please, Yuki," Kurama said. "Start walking home, I'll catch up."

"I doubt it," Yuki said, giving the group a last wave and stalking off.

"Dang," Yusuke said. "Is he always like that?"

"You remember when you met him," Kurama said.

~*~*~*~*~*~ flashback ~*~*~*~*~*~

"Hey, is Shuichi here?" Yusuke asked, smiling at Shiori, imitating the polite friend she thought her son had. "We need to talk."

"I'll call him-but he's with a friend of the family's," Shiori said. "Shuichi!"

Kurama appeared on the steps a few minutes later. His eyes traveled from Shiori and landed on Yusuke and Kuwabara.

"Hello," he said politely. "Come on up."

"So who's the friend of the family?" Yusuke asked as he climbed up the stairs behind Kurama.

"His name's Yuki," Kurama said. "His father and my mother are engaged."

"Wouldn't that make him your future stepbrother?" Kuwabara asked.

"Hai," Kurama replied. From the look on his face, Yusuke and Kuwabara could tell that Kurama did not like this "Yuki" person. Strange-while the fox didn't go out of his way to make friends, he didn't just dislike someone. Kurama opened the door to his room. "Yuki, these are my friends-"

He stopped short, mouth wide with amazement. Yuki bent over Kurama's desk, going through the fox's things.

"Caught," Yusuke muttered to Kuwabara.

"What are you doing?" Kurama asked evenly. His face was calm, but Yusuke and Kuwabara felt their friend's ki spike in anger and even Yuki could see the anger built up in the kitsune's eyes.

"Nothing, Shuichi-kun," Yuki replied just as evenly. "Just seeing what my new stepbrother is like."

"You can do that by talking to me and getting to know me," Kurama said. "Not by robbing me." An indignant look crossed Yuki's face.

"What makes you think I was about to rob you, Shuichi-kun?" Yuki asked. Kurama's eyes blazed, but he dropped the question. The look on his future stepbrother's face made it hard to talk to the boy without losing his temper.

"I'd like you to meet my friends, Yusuke Urameshi and Kazuma Kuwabara," Kurama said. A mad grin crossed Yuki's face.

"The Yusuke Urameshi?" he asked. Yusuke cracked his knuckles to warn the boy and nodded. "My, my, Shuichi. Don't you know he's quite the punk? You must have a bad judge of character." A frown deepened lines on Kurama's forehead.

"I assure you, he's quite reformed," Kurama said. "And Yuki, my taste in friends is my taste in friends."

"Are you saying that I am not considered a friend?" Yuki asked, looking Kurama in the eyes. Kurama normally would have said, "That's not what I meant," but instead narrowed his eyes and frowned deeply at Yuki.

"No, I don't," he said. Yusuke and Kuwabara stared at their friend's out-of-character behavior. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like you to leave, so Yusuke, Kuwabara, and I can talk in peace."

"Fine," Yuki said. Without another glance at Kurama, he walked out the door.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*end flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Nodding, Yusuke frowned.

"How does he manage to get into and stay in a school like Meiou?" The tantei asked.

"Supposedly he's really smart," Kurama said. "And the teachers can never prove that he fights. As long as he follows the other rules, there's nothing they can do about him."

"He's really a jerk," Kuwabara said after listening to Kurama's explanation.

"You'd better catch up to him," Yusuke said. "Meet us at midnight."

"Thank you," Kurama said. "I'll see you there. Goodbye."

"See ya!" Kuwabara waved goodbye.

Kurama caught up to Yuki rather quickly, sneaking up on the boy who obviously didn't expect him to be there. Yuki turned and hissed at Kurama, who raised an eyebrow at his future stepbrother's behavior.

"Really, Yuki, I thought you said that you doubted I'd catch up to you," Kurama half-teased. Yuki collected himself glared at Kurama. Kurama glared back, his look obviously reading, "I was just joking."

"Fuck off," Yuki hissed after a few moments. "Just fuck off, Shuichi." He raised his middle finger and pointed at Kurama with it. The kitsune dismissed it-he had heard worse insults when he was youko. "Damn it."

"What?" Kurama asked, without really caring. Just anything to break the tense silence between them.

"You're such a goody two-shoes, such a damn preppy boy," Yuki said. Kurama's ki spiked gently at the insult, but the kitsune smoothed it out before turning to face the other boy.

"So?" Kurama asked. "You're a goth." He spat the word "goth" as if it were a curse.

"You're still a prep," Yuki said.

"So?" Kurama asked again. "You're still a goth."

They were arguing themselves into circles, and neither cared about nor realized it.

"Fuck you," Yuki hissed again, and Kurama suddenly snapped out of his anger.

Why does he make me so mad? Kurama wondered. He didn't know what it was that made it so easy to be angry at Yuki, to snap at him. Kurama normally would have welcomed a new friend, but just something about Yuki made Kurama want to go crazy while running about in circles shouting at him. "So . . . what was wrong?" Kurama's throat threatened to close around the question, but Kurama, trying to be polite, forced it through.

"What was wrong with what?" Yuki countered half-heartedly. He sighed. "Shuichi, you're going to have to be more specific."

"I wanted to know what was wrong with you," Kurama said. "You . . . looked as if you were in deep thought. What were you thinking about?"

"When you snuck up on me?" Yuki asked, this time in a lighter tone. Kurama smiled inwardly. It looked as though he was finally breaking through Yuki's thick outer walls meant to repel others. Kurama nodded. "Nothing that you would understand, prep."

Kurama clenched his teeth. Ouch, he thought to himself. That didn't go the way I wanted it to. He wasn't stupid enough to try it again, having his intelligence already insulted once, but instead looked at the other boy while pondering. What's wrong with him? One minute, it seems like we could possibly be friends, and the next he's putting me down like he has nothing better to do with his time.

"Why do you keep staring at me as if I'd grown an extra head or something?" Yuki asked, his tone biting, but gentler than before. Kurama exhaled a tiny breath of relief; perhaps Yuki had grown tired of taunting him. "What, prep?"

Or not, Kurama thought. "Sorry," he said. "I was just thinking about something, and I wasn't paying attention to anything else."

"Hn," Yuki snorted.

They arrived home in time for them to change out of their uniforms before Shiori called them down to dinner. Yuki nearly fell into a chair (A rather graceful fall, Kurama thought.) while Kurama pulled out one for Shiori and then one for himself before sitting down. Yuki raised an eyebrow at the kitsune's behavior, but didn't say anything because of Shiori's presence at the table. Across the table from Yuki sat Keiichi, Shiori's soon-to-be-husband and Yuki's father. As Shiori dished out the food for dinner, there was an uncomfortable silence.

"So . . . " Keiichi said, obviously unsure how to break the silence. Shiori eyed him as she set down the serving spoon and dug into her own meal. As he watched Yuki and Kurama eat, Keiichi continued. "How was school, boys?"

"The same," Kurama offered, while Yuki snorted. Shiori eyed Keiichi again (asking him how in the world he could put up with the boy's behavior) and Keiichi shrugged. Both Kurama and Yuki saw the exchange, but favored eating instead of commenting on it. Silence fell once again over the table. Kurama caught Yuki glaring at him over the table, but ignored it, until the other boy spoke up.

"Shiori-san," Yuki said, obviously still uncomfortable in calling the woman "mother". Shiori glanced up and nodded to show she was listening and let Yuki continue. "I heard that Shuichi's going to be sneaking out at midnight one of these days." Kurama clenched his teeth and hoped that his mother didn't believe what Yuki was telling her.

"Shuichi!" Shiori cried. "Are you?"

"He's lying, 'kassan," Kurama said. "He got in trouble this morning and wants to take it out on me." The lie flew smoothly from his mouth, and he heard Yuki hiss in anger. The boy had been hoping to get Kurama into trouble.

"On the first day, Yuki?" Keiichi asked. "Do you want to get expelled again?" Kurama heard Yuki suck in a breath and inched away-the other boy had obviously had enough. Keiichi showed no sign that he knew he had pushed Yuki over the edge.

"First off, Shuichi provoked me," Yuki said. "Second, it wasn't my fault that I was expelled last time. The teachers saw me and automatically had something against me." Yuki rose, and stormed out of the room. Both Shiori and Keiichi looked at Kurama, who shrugged, and un-Kurama-like motion.

"I may have said something that insulted him," he said. "But other than that, I have no idea what he's talking about."

Well, how do you like it? Should I keep going? Should I take this down and never bother with it again? You decide!! But warning-if I don't get any reviews, I probably won't continue this.

If you do review, feel free to critique my work, tell me what you liked, tell me what you didn't like (about the actual writing, not the plot or story)

Well, ja ne!

-Nagem