AbhorsenSabriel87: Hello all loyal readers! Trenity170 and I have teamed up to write this cool fanfic! A cross-over between……………… Yu Yu Hakusho and House! Awesome!

Trenity170: Help me! I'm being held captive in her basement!

Sabriel: --sighs-- It's not that bad and you know it Tren.

Trenity: GET ME OUT OF HERE!

Sabriel: --whips out trademark mallet and knocks her out cold, then sighs-- Great. Now I'm stuck doing the disclaimer... --sighs-- Neither Trenity170 nor I own House or Yu Yu Hakusho so don't sue us because all we are are broke little otakus. Onto the fic.

Trenity: . Oro...

(((Ningenkai, aka the Human Realm: Kurama's Home)))

:-:A young red haired teen ran up the steps of his home, stopping for a moment at the red front door to fish his keys from his pocket. He had obviously just returned from school, for although the sun was close to setting on the near-summer day, he wore a maroon uniform with gold trim and an old-fashioned leather backpack hung lazily over one shoulder. He pulled the silver colored key from his pocket and stuck it in the lock quickly, shifting the weight of the books and boxes on his arm to easily rebalance himself as he unlocked the door and pushed it open with his foot. "Mother, I'm home," he called out, setting his armload on the hall table and locking the door behind him.

:-:Solid oak lined the entry hallway, while mahogany lined the doorways off to the right and left. The redhead walked into the house with ease, setting his backpack of books and finished schoolwork on the ground under the table. "Mother?" he called out again, his exquisite hearing unable to detect a sound inside the house. His voice rang gently like velvet; soft, kind, and tenor. He spoke almost as if he had been raised in the Old World, quietly with serenity and humility, but the expression on his face lightened from concern to relief when he saw the note on the kitchen table. He walked over graciously, his frame swaying slightly with grace as dancers' would, picked the note from the oak silently, and read to himself its contents.

:-:Suichi, the letter read, I had to leave again for a business trip with your stepfather. We won't be back for a couple of days, but I made sure to leave the phone number of where we shall be staying, as well as the address in this note. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you in person, but we were a little late in leaving and I knew you had after-school activities planned. Take care now Suichi, I'll call you tonight. Mom

:-:The young man smiled slightly at the note before folding it back up and placing it on the table again next to the rest of the mail. This he picked up as well, filing through it for the mere fun of it until he saw a white envelope, completely blank but for his birth name Suichi Minamino. Curious, he picked the letter opener off the table, slit the wax seal gently, and read the letter on the inside quickly. After a moment, he placed the letter on the table thoughtfully and sat in one of the table's matching chairs, pondering about his new situation.

(((Hiei's Home Ningenkai)))

:-:The door to a condo, still white although the tenant had been living there for at least two years, opened silently, appearing just behind it a small young man looking to be anywhere between twelve and eighteen. His attire consisted of a black denim jacket, pants of the same fabric and design, and a plain black T-shirt. He reached down and took off his boots, black leather and mecha, carefully balancing the groceries he carried in his left arm. "Randi," he called out calmly, his ruby eyes scanning the front room as he walked in. "I'm going to make dinner in about ten minutes."

:-:He walked silently into the kitchen, which like the rest of the house was completely sterile-looking, and placed the groceries on the counter as an onyx-haired young girl ran in, hardly older and only two inches taller than the five foot one inch boy. "Hiei-sama," she said, smiling slightly in what seemed to be relief and joy, "welcome home."

:-:"Hn," the teen replied, running a hand through his black hair, the tips a dark blue. A bandana covered his brow, over which a smatter of white hair clashed with the rest of his normal black and he glanced at the young lady before putting away his groceries and taking out what he needed for dinner. "What would you like to eat?" he asked quietly. "I chose last night."

:-:"Anything is fine with me, Hiei-san," the girl replied, her clear violet eyes looking over the mail in her hands. She stopped for a moment, confused, before the young man caught her look. "Hm? What is it?" he asked, taking the mail from her.

:-:A white envelope with only his human alias Hiei Yukaito written on its front sat in his hand gently before he flipped it over and slipped it open with ease. A piece of parchment was the only thing occupying the envelope, and this he unfolded and read, his roommate waiting patiently for him to finish. The letter read as such;

Dr. Yukaito,

:-:It has come to our attention that you are a very skilled oncologist, especially relating to matters of genetic sorts. We of the American Medical Association (AMA) recognize your outstanding ability and politely ask that you lend your talents and abilities to a well-known New Jersey clinic in correlation to one Dr. Gregory House, MD.

:-:Thank you very much for your time. We graciously await response and/or arrival.

Sincerely,

American Medical Association
(in correlation to Dr. Carver, MD)

:-:The young man frowned slightly; concentration, concern, or perhaps even curiosity depicted there in his own way. The young lady in the room looked concerned as he lowered the letter, still in thought. "Hiei-san?" she asked again. The young man shook his head, smirking slightly.

:-:"Randi," he replied slowly and deliberately, "I do believe that I am going to America." The young woman smiled energetically and nodded. "I'll get your bag and briefcase," she rushed, hurrying from the room as the dark teen glanced over the letter and shook his head, alighting the thick paper instantly in a blue and red flame.

((Reikai, aka the Spirit Realm; Underworld Gates))

:-:"Lord Koenma, I really don't think that this is a good idea!" A young boy hardly over three looked up at the blue haired ferry girl over his stack of paperwork, then smiled. "Why is that Botan?" he asked calmly, straightening the papers.

:-:"Because neither Hiei nor Kurama are very pleasant when you make them mad!" the ferry girl replied, her fuschia eyes wide with fear. "Are you sure toying with them like this is wise?" The toddler shrugged and began his paperwork again. "Not really," he answered back through the pacifier in his mouth. "But at least they'll be out of our way for a few days. Yusuke and Kazuma have been wanting a vacation, remember? And besides; the dimwits may actually learn something from the Spirit Healers we have there. So relax, okay?" He then looked up with a rather wicked grin for such a young face.

:-:"Besides, who can prove we sent the letters?"

(((Authoress' Notes)))

AbhorsenSabriel87: Well, I guess that's it for this chapter.

Trenity170: --wakes up-- My head hurts... -.-U

Sabriel: -.-U Yes Tren. I know it does. Read and respond before she realizes where she is again readers...

Trenity: --looks around in confusion-- Where am I, Sabs?

Sabriel: -.-U Hurry.