Last Christmas

A/N: Yay. None of my stories seem to be going out well, so dammit. . . . Let us try this shit again. X.x I do not own YuYu Hakusho.

Chapter One: First Snow

Grey clouds loomed overhead, foreshadowing winter weather. Kurama glanced out of the window, impatiently tapping his pen on the oak desk at which he sat. Looking down, he saw that he had written close to nothing in his journal. Not that it mattered anyway, but he thought that keeping a journal would be a good way to spend time when the weather was just too cold to go outside. His mind drifted back to three weeks earlier when he was in Koenma's office. The Spirit Detectives met their new partner, Cho Kobayashi. She had curly black hair, silver eyes, and her skin was quite tan. She wore a black dress with ribbons and ruffles (somewhat like a baby doll outfit) and she was extremely short, no taller than Hiei, maybe an inch shorter. He chuckled as he remembered her childish voice. He vaguely remembered her popping off at Hiei and calling him a "bite-sized asshole" when he insulted her. "Crazy girl," he laughed to himself, scratching down the date at the top of his paper. December 9th. "Hm, I wonder when it will snow." He spoke to himself. He was waiting for the first snow, which was one of his favorite part of the holidays.

Tap, tap, tap, click, tap.

He heard a peculiar tap, tap, tap noise coming from the window. Pulling back the curtains quickly, he jumped back when he saw small pebbles collide with the glass. "What on earth?" He flung the window open and smiled in delight. "Hey!" Cho waved from below, rocks in hand. "Got bored, so I decided to come on by!" Her silver eyes glowed against the darkness of the sky, bringing out the silver color. "Why didn't you just come to the front door, Cho?" He watched her climb up the trellis, struggling and grunting. "The front . . . Door? Ah, damn," she growled, grabbing onto Kurama's hand and pulling herself inside. "What exactly brings you here?" He sat on his bed, balancing himself on his left arm. Cho sat down beside him, listening to the mattress creaking from the weight of two people. "Well, I was bored. And boredom is bad. Boredom makes Cho sad," she crossed her legs lazily, swinging her foot back and forth. He tried not to laugh at her babyish and sickeningly sweet tone by pretending to cough. "True, I suppose. Actually, I'm glad that you came by. I have been meaning to ask you a thing or two."

"Oh? Well, ask! I will answer," she replied. "I understand that Koenma never told us about your abilities. So I was wondering, what powers do you possess?" He ran a hand through his hair calmly and watched her reaction. "Eh, wind and water. I've mastered the Mirage of the Butterfly," she said, pulling away the strings of her silver corset and tugging down the back of her dress. Kurama quickly covered his eyes, not wanting to know what she was revealing. Turning away from him, she showed him a pair of butterfly wings tattooed on her back in silver and black ink. "Pretty, isn't it?" She asked, facing from him. Kurama uncovered his emerald eyes and looked at the butterfly wings on her tan skin, the silver shimmering from the light coming from the lamp. "It's a special marking. I get into bad ass mode with this thing," she remarked, pulling her clothes back on. "Ah, I see. So . . . Where are you from?"

"Can't tell you that."

"Oh . . . I apologize for prying into your business. I mean, we've konwn each other for a few weeks and I still hardly know any background information on you."

"It's okay, Kurama-San."

Shaking his head dizzily, Kurama felt the walls spinning. "Mmphm, not feeling too well." He slowly stood up, and leaned back onto the bed weakly. "I do not know what's wrong, I feel so sick suddenly," he murmured, his already pale face getting even more pale. "Ooh, maybe you ate bad sushi . . . Or maybe you got the flu buggy," Cho touched his shoulder tenderly. "I do not know. I think I will go to bed." He climbed under the covers, watching her as she walked back to the window. "Sleep, Kurama-San. You don't look so well. You should really get some rest!" She opened the window and started to make her way back out, until she felt a white snowflake hit her nose. "Oh! It's snowing," she held out her hand and smiled as more and more flakes began to drift from the sky. "Kurama-San, it's snowing," she turned her head and grinned in surprise. He was sound asleep, turned over on his side.

"Kawaii."

Jumping from the window, she landed on the sidewalk. Walking by various shops and stores, she suddenly realized, "Oh my gosh, I forgot to close his window. He'll get even more sick if I leave it open for the cold air to get in," she hurried back to the Minamino household frantically, bounding back over the fencing. "Oh, I hope he isn't awake. He'll kill me," she climbed the trellis. Reaching one of her hands to the window, she heard voice. It was not Kurama's, and it was definitely not the voice that belonged to his mother. It was the voice of a female, a young female. "Poor Kurama-Kuun!" The voice cooed sweetly. Cho curiously peeked inside and nearly screamed in surprise. There, sitting by his bedside, was a young woman about the age of fifteen. She had long blond hair and bright eyes the color of a perfectly blue sky, and sported what appeared to be the same uniform from Kurama's school.

"I am sorry, Hana. We will have to cancel our plans for tomorrow."

"It's okay, I understand."

Kurama gently kissed her hand and smiled as she stroked his hair lovingly. "Hana, you get more beautiful every day." His voice was quiet and filled with care. Hana lightly blushed and bent down, giving him a light peek on the cheek. Watching this, Cho felt salty tears sting her eyelids. "Damn blonds," she hissed. "Well, I have to go baby. I have a violin lesson, and I can't miss it." Hana planted another kiss on his skin. "Okay. Good bye, Hana." He replied. She waved and left, slowly closing the door behind her.

"Oh! Who does that stupid bimbo think she is!?" Cho barraged from the window angrily after closing it. She felt her jealousy overflow bitterly. "That chick is triflin'!" She watched as Hana made her way down the street. Cho felt her little boat of hope sink, along with the little passengers on it. She knew she liked Kurama, she liked him since the day they met. That blazing red hair and those green eyes . . . Were something she just could not resist. She hugged herself protectively as the snow began falling harder, and as small gusts of wind began to blow. "Hmph, what a wonderful day," she sighed sarcastically. "He doesn't even know it's snowing!"

I'll get my Kurama-Kun! Even if I have to make clowns cry. . . I'll just need a little help from my bad ass butterfly powers.

Yay! First chapter, and I think it's pretty spiffy. Cho is truly crazy . . . A tad on the bipolar side, if you ask me. By the way, Cho means "Butterfly". And Cho's spiffy powers are gonna help her get her fox! 3 stay tuned for the next chapter, please review. All reviews (even flames) are welcome. I want to know what you think.