Chapter 1

School had finally finished and Kimiko was beyond ecstatic. Her freshmen year of college was finally done. She knew when she returned home she was going to get an earful from her mother, especially after telling her she would not be returning to school in the fall. Her father would probably scold her too, but only to please her mom.

School wasn't her thing. She barely finished the school year out with a C average. She had no life both semesters. She spent all her time study. She knew how much it meant to her mom to graduate college, but she was miserable.

She wasn't smart like her mom. She took more after her dad in the brains department. Simply, she was a fighter not a scholar, though as of the moment she wasn't much of a fighter either. Studying and doing homework till early in the morning had took a toll on her body which is why she feared coming home, but it was too late.

Here she stood outside her childhood home, knowing the second she walked through that door everyone that her parents invited over, including her parents were in for a shock.

Taking a deep she opened the door ready for the worst.

"Hey, guys," she smiled and waved, observing everyone's stun faces. She was tough and could take whatever they could dish. She was the great Yusuke Yurameshi's daughter. She wasn't baby she told herself.

"Holy shit!" Her father blurted out, his eyebrows practically reaching his hair line.

Her mother covered her mouth, trying to hide her shocked expression.

Her older brother stared in amusement, laughing as he clenched his side. "Holy shit, Kimiko you're huge."

She casted her eyes away knowing he was right. Her brother was tall, smart and as of right now in-shape. While he wasn't a fighter and worked at local back, he still kept himself in good-shape. He didn't want to fight as a kid, so their father never trained him.

Kimiko was the only her father trained.

"Daisuke," her mother smack him in the back of his head.

"Thanks mom," Kimiko muttered, avoiding the rest of eyes cast on her.

"How about we get some cake?" Baton cheerfully questioned.

"I think cake is the last thing Kimiko needs," her father commented, scratching the back of his head. "How did you get so…so large?"

"I ate," she replied simply, gripping the handle of her bags tighter. She really hoped that the topic of her weight would quickly be over with. Her emotionless expression was starting to crumble. As much as she hated to admit it all this talk about her fat was making her feel like crap and she wanted to cry.

"It's normal for freshmen to gain some weight," Karama stated, joining the conversation feeling sorry for the girl.

Kimiko threw him a small thank you smile in which he returned a smile of his own.

"The key word is some. Kimiko looks huge," Yusuke said gesturing his thumb at his daughter.

"Okay, Urameshi. We get it. She gained some weight. Its looks to be twenty to twenty-five pounds. You're being a real jerk," Kuwabara said, shoving Yusuke a little bit.

More like thirty pounds, Kimiko thought. Being short didn't help her appearance. If Kuwabara gain thirty pounds then he probably wouldn't look as bad.

Kimiko examined everyone. She really was the only one that has changed since she left for school. Her parents looked the same. Her mother was aging gracefully, while her father thanks to the demon blood was aging even more gracefully.

Kuwabara and Yukina looked as happy as they ever did and Kuwabara still had her back. Though his short orange hair was shaved shorter and there was certain tiredness in his eyes that came alone with fighting demons and being only human.

Kurama, and Baton were never aging. Beautiful forever, well at least she thought. Kurama had stopped aging once he matured into an adult, having recovered most of his demon powers. He looked somewhere between his late twenties or early thirties despite him being older in human years.

Her jackass of a brother seemed to somehow grow more handsome. The only thing that was different was his hair style which he wore similar to their dad's classic slick back style.

"I'm not being a jerk. I'm being honest," her father said aggressively, shoving his best friend back.

"Yes you are!" Kurabawa shouted.

Kimiko knew where this was heading.

"I'm going to my bags in my room," she said, walking off and getting a quick reply from her mother.

As she headed up the stairs she could hear her mom yelling at her dad about fighting inside the house.

She let out a small chuckle. She was home.

Entering her old room, she smiled glad to see nothing had change. Her boy band poster still tacked to her wall. Her overly done green bed was neatly done.

"Long time no see," she winked at the poster of her favorite fighter from one the greatest fighting movies of all time. Her eyes continued to stare at the different pictures that hung from her wall. One was of herself she took her with a friend on the last day of school her senior year. Her black hair was no longer a pixie cut, but reached a little past her shoulder and her bangs now were grown out.

She dropped her bags near her closet before throwing herself onto her bed. As she laid there she heard her window open.

"Your father wasn't exaggerating about your weight."

"Please, do me a favor and keep all comments to yourself," Kimiko said, sitting up and staring at the one person missing from the group downstairs.

Hiei hadn't changed either.

There he stood by her window like he would sometimes do back when she was high school whenever he got really bored. He would never leave the area near her window unless it to cross her room to go downstairs. She missed having Hiei sit by her window as she did her homework. He looked at peace as he stared out it, making her feel at peace.

"You know there is a front door," she said, breaking off their eye contact as she stared at the floor.

He didn't say anything as he leaned against the wall near the window.

"So…what have you been up too?" She asked, looking back at him and noticed his eyes were closed.

"Nothing."

She smiled at his response. He hadn't change at all.

"What's nothing?"

"Training."

"I could have guessed that. So, there nothing new or exciting going on? Like Yukina's pregnant?"

This got his attention. His cold, red eyes pierced her brown ones as he glared at her. "Yukina is not pregnant."

"I'm sure she isn't. Kurabawa would have already shouted the news at me."

"That idiot wouldn't have waited till you came home. He would have probably driven all the way to your college."

"Or just use a phone," she giggled.

"There is a tournament."

"Huh?"

"You asked if there is anything new happening. There is an upcoming tournament. Your father, the idiot, Kurama and I have entered."

"Holy shit! That's so awesome! Where is it taking place? Is it a group tournament or individual one? Can I go?"

"It is in the human world and it is a team tournament. And no, you are not permitted to go."

"How come?" She loved watching everyone fight and while she would never admit to her father or Hiei they were her favorites to watch.

"It's an underground tournament."

Kimiko frowned at hearing this. Underground tournaments were never a good thing. They were all about death and money. "When do you guys leave?"

"In three months."

"I wish I could fight with you guys."

"Like you would stand a chance."

"I-well not now."

He remained silent, pushing himself off the wall and heading for her door.

"Hiei," she called causing him to stop though he didn't look back.

"Thanks," she said. She knew he could easily hurt her about her weight, but he didn't. Unlike when Kuwabara gained a little weight after he broke both of his legs.

Hiei remained silent as she watched him disappear around the door. She hoped off her bed and followed after him.

When she made it down the stairs she was surprise to find everyone outside and even more surprise to find her father choking Koenma in his toddler form.

Kurabawa and Kurama managed to pry her father away from the prince.

"What's going?" She asked and quickly regretted it.

Her mother threw her arms around her squeezing the life out of her. "My baby!"

"Mom." Kimiko struggled to break free from her hysterical mother and noticed her brother and Yukina's serious expression.

"Fix it!" She heard her father yell.

"I can't Yusuke even if I wanted too," Koemma tried to explain.

"Why not?" Kurabawa shouted, shaking the prince by his shoulders.

"Because they would send someone after her," the toddler explained. "I needed another fighter for your team and time was running out so I panicked. She should be fine. She was trained by you and she's old enough to fight now."

"Under normal circumstances I would have just punch you in your damn baby breath face and gotten over it, but there is one little problem," Yusuke said, squeezing his fist tight.

"And that would be?" Koemma asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Kimiko!" Her father shouted, throwing his arm in her direction.

Koemma was silent for minute as he stared at Kimiko before panicking. Kimiko was no longer the dark haired, tiny fighting monster he once knew, but a dark haired beast ready for winter.

"What are we going to do?" He smacked himself in the face. This couldn't be happening. Yusuke and his team needed to win this tournament and hopefully without any casualties.

"Are we allowed a substitute?" Kurama asked, not knowing all the rules yet. Koemma was supposed to brief them later today.

"I'm afraid not. Each player must participate unless killed, but a team can advance as little as one player so long as the other members died during the tournament."

Slowly Kimiko realized what was going on. Her wish came true much to her regret.

"I'm going to die," she whispered to herself. She knew she was in no shape to fight. Let alone fight against guys like her dad.

"You're not going to die," her father stated, glancing at her. A big smirk spread across his face, reassuring her. "We'll whip your ass into shape before the tournament."

"In three months?" She was skeptical.

"Well in better shape then you are now," he corrected himself.

"Can you still use your spirit gun?" Her father questioned.

"Of course. Wanna see?" she smiled. She may have gotten fat, but that didn't mean she couldn't use her spirit energy.

"I don't think so missy." Her mother shook her head furiously. "I will not have another wall replaced. It cost a fortune to replace the kitchen your father destroyed last month."

"Calm down mom. I was only kidding," she laughed nervously.

Her mother eyed her suspiciously.

A/N: Chapter one is done. Review and share your thoughts about the story. Feedback is always a nice thing to get, good or bad. Here are some food for thought questions: Will Kimiko survive her training? Who will train her first? Will Keiko be mad when she learns that Kimiko will not be going back to school? Also, check out some of my other stories if you're bored.

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