"Woah", Kuwabara muttered. He'd finally passed all the large buildings and entered into the country. "Oh, man, I feel like I shouldn't be here," he complained to himself, hands stuffed gruffly in his pockets.

"Probably suffocate from radiation poisoning," his small eyes widened. His hands flew to his throat and his face twisted into a hilarious expression. He quickly recovered and hung his head in his insecurity.

He was looking around the barren and eerily quiet land. He stared at the gaping whole stretching out wide in front of him.

"Gosh! That's a really big who-OOOOLE!" he screamed. His feet had somehow missed the ground and he found him self tumbling disgracefully down in a grimy rock slide.

"Ooff!" he landed on the side of his face. "Hmmm, owy," he rubbed the sore, raw skin on his cheek. His eyes scrunched up and searched critically around the mess he'd discovered.

He noticed that the crater was kind of like a double crater. He was so focused on the large depression that he hadn't noticed the sunken rim of the natural bowl. Make that a triple, as he zeroed in on the molten center piece. He stood tall, literally, and ran a hand through his short, ginger hair. He heard a moan. He turned to the figure lying slightly off center upon the smoothed rock. He ran over to the stranger. About fifteen feet away from whom ever it was, his feet skid to an immediate stop and his flushed face was covered up by his large, man hands.

He had happened upon a young girl, a very beautiful girl. His face heated and his eyes popped out of his head. She was naked, he had seen her, and he should NOT have seen her so exposed! Kuwabara's mind was spinning nauseatingly. He'd been on missions with Yusuke and knew how important death and decisions were but he was never prepared for a moment like this. What was he going to do? He couldn't leave her, he shook his head, but he certainly can't look at her.

"E-excuse me?" a soft voice whispered. He jumped and clamped his hands tighter over his mouth.

"Um," he tried very unsuccessfully to communicate with her.

"Can you help me get up?" the girl inquired, rubbing her tired eyes.

"Of course," he sighed. 'Oh, God!' he screamed in his head. He firmly pressed his right palm over his eyes and with the other hand, turned around and reached out for her. 'I hope I don't touch somethin' he moaned.

His fingers brushed a cool, smooth, rounded surface. He opened his eyes and stared at the large, unworldly orbs that stared at him. His hand lay gently on her bare shoulder. He was lost for words and watched her black, mostly straight hair being lifted by the soft wind. The blonde streaks, appearing more white than blonde in the present environment, revealed themselves and matched well with their owner's appearance. Appearance…

"Ahh!" he screamed again. This time he hit himself over the eyes so hard he fell backwards and onto his rump. The quiet girl frowned and leaned over toward him.

"Are you alright? You're clumsy," she marveled at the new man. He shrunk away from her outstretched hand.

"I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!" he hollered. She jumped at his volume and sat up. "I CAN'T HELP YOU THAT WAY!" he kept on.

"Hmm, Yukina, yes?" His mouth fell open.

His eyes bore into the darkness behind his closed hand. "H- HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT!?" he pointed a shaking, accusing finger aimlessly. She took his hand, "If you stop yelling at me, I will tell you," she pressed his pointed finger to her forehead for unneeded emphasis. She looked down at her body.

'So strange' she thought. She ran her hands over her thighs. The skin was irresistible smooth and she had to do it again. The breeze picked up some and chilled her considerably. She hugged herself and looked up at the starry sky. She smiled sadly up at the twinkling lights.

Kuwabara had been having a heated argument with his conscience. 'This is bad. Some stranger shows up naked, probably trying some nasty seducing trick and she knows Yukina. Does she know about the rest of us? This is weird, I mean, why did she come out here? Demons usually pick populated areas for coverage and other dirty stuff… I need to help her. She doesn't seem evil or naughty… jeez this is hard…' He dared himself to peek through his fingers. No matter what, he would not pay attention to anything but her face. Just her. ONLY her. Yukina was the only woman for him and he was going to take that slow. His fingers sluggishly peeled apart, the sweat glue had made them a little sticky.

He noticed she was looking up. "Okay, what in the world are you doing here?" he demanded in his best spirit detective voice. She sighed and closed her eyes a moment. She looked back at him.

"I fell," she whispered, quieter than before.

"You fell?" he was confused. He looked around and then turned up at the sky; an amazed expression dawned on his face. He pointed up. "From up there?" he asked incredulously.

She bit her lip with some excitement, "Mhmm," she nodded weakly. Under the half moon, her skin looked especially pale blue.

He realized the temperature had dropped a little in their time there.

"Um… I have no idea how that works," he admitted with a dumb grin, "but I'll help ya! I am Kazuma Kuwabara! I am a man of honor and here to help you!" he did a ridiculous number including a roundhouse kick, spinning in a circle, and pointing at her with a wink… before backing up yet again, blushing and averting his eyes to a far off building.

"I… appreciate," she had to think of the right word then struggled to get it out with her tiny voice, "your help very much, Kazuma. Now can you help me up?"

He thought for a moment, a fairly long moment of course, and then held his arms out.

"Just grab my hands and I'll pull you up." She looked at her so called hands. She bended her fingers slowly, getting used to it. Her grip was not very strong, but his was, so the task was successful.

The next problem came from her shaking lower limbs. Her legs wobbled, feet stumbling unsurely, she fell into Kuwabara. He caught her and looked at her face in wonder. How in the world could she not walk? Then again, she did fall, maybe that had hurt her. He hadn't thought about that before. He grimaced and placed her back on the ground. She looked expectantly at him.

"I seem to have a balance problem," she smiled like a silly child.

"You just have to find your strength," he assured her, like a gentleman.

"I have to find my voice to," she mused, looking around as if to find a little voice box that would allow some volume to her sound. "Yeah, I can hardly hear you," he would have chuckled if he hadn't been worried for the poor woman.

She really was in bad shape despite her bruise less, flawless skin. He looked down at his scratched hands, brows furrowed. His hands were grimy from his slip… she claimed to have fallen but had not even a little smudge of dirt on her.

He soon tossed that thought aside and removed his blue school blazer. He held it over to her; the rest of her body was shielded by the fabric so he could actually look at her then. Her face was only a little rounded, had high cheekbones, and was very pretty. He bet if he were to poke her cheek, the skin would be soft and she would giggle like a little kindergartener. Her eyes were brilliant, and not human. The pupils were a light purple and the small rings around them were cobalt blue. They shone supernaturally under the sky's nightlight.

This was another reason he thought she had to be a demon, but a good one that the others wouldn't mind helping. Even if they did turn her away, he'd at least be sure she got a nice hotel or something to stay in so she'd be safe and mostly taken care of.

"You're naked," he stated uncomfortably, she looked down to take in what he meant.

She looked hard at the oversized blue shirt he was holding out to her. She peered up over it to study his boots, pants, and white tank top. She looked down at herself again, to study some more. The wind blew her hair around her face and her skin prickled with itty bitty bumps to tell her she was cold. She gratefully accepted the offer and held it to her body.

"You have to put it over your head."

She held her arms up in the shirt as he instructed, hiding her woman parts like he'd requested with his funny face. "Normally you would unbutton the buttons on a shirt like this," he explained, he truly didn't think she knew how to actually dress, "but I'm a big guy and you're such a small girl. We'll have to see if Keiko or Genkai has something for you," he smiled at the now basically clothed female who smiled gratefully back at him. He helped her up.

"Come on," he enthused and steered her in the direction of the city. She slumped into his side, holding her arms tightly around his waist. "Hey," he laughed, "you have some strength now!" he looked down at his very short new friend.

She tried a smile, but her eyes were wide with fright and concentration. Her legs shook horribly under her, her feet pointing in different directions; she wouldn't take a single step. He hooked an arm around her small waist and held one of her arms around him. Slowly, and with much difficulty, they more so limped toward the bright lights and tall, fat structures.