Thanks for the views and the review Haku kappa12, though I'm not sure if it is good or bad, heh.

I decided to lengthen this chapter (a lot) and post it as soon as possible as a treat. I hope it will make everyone like the story a little more. I know it was short. I'm open to criticism and don't be afraid to offer ideas..still planning the plot a little.

Just to clarify, this entire chapter is one event. No time really passes here.

-YSendo

Chapter 2

Koenma didn't waste any time getting her to the apartment occupied by the spirit detectives. In fact, it was so quick that Yuumei had a strange feeling it was prearranged. Talk about freedom of choice. They arrived around noon and, by the smell, right on time for lunch. Koenma walked forward and slammed open the doors in arrogance. "I would like to introduce -"

Botan popped up in front of his face and he jumped back in shock. She yelled at his face while poking his chest, "You little idiot! We were eating! Don't do that! You'll break the door!"

She poked him harder and Koenma fell back onto the concrete. He whimpered as Botan followed him outside. As the grim reaper continued her assault of the ruler, Yuumei stuck her head in the door. "Is she always like this?" she asked the audience gathered around the table. They nodded. Suddenly, Botan turned around with a broad grin on her face. "Hello! I'm Botan. You must be Yuumei!"

Yuumei lost her balance and fell down momentarily. She cautiously stuck out her hand. "Yes, I'm Yuumei."

Botan tackled her into a hug, sending them both reeling into the apartment. Yuumei gasped for breath as Botan jumped to her feet. "I couldn't wait to meet you! Koenma said that you will whip everyone into shape in no time."

"Whips?" Yusuke asked with a grin. Yuumei glared at him. Yusuke laughed. "What?!"

Hiei's voice came from the corner of the table, "Into shape?"

His voice dripped with venom any snake would be proud of. Yuumei sighed and got to her feet. She muttered under her breath, "Don't slip on your own slobber, Creep."

Almost immediately, a face materialized in front of her and Yuumei was mesmerized by crimson eyes. "Repeat that?" Hiei said in soft rage.

Yuumei raised a finger and gently pushed at his chest. "You don't want to kill me. I'm not worth the effort."

"I'll decide that."

Yuumei gulped and stepped back until the wall hit her back. She heard a lot of negative things about the Jagan user, including his infamous short temper. She was no fighter, and even if she was to have survived by way of violence, she still wouldn't be anywhere near his level of expertise.

Hiei followed, intimidating her slightly more than Yuumei felt was comfortable. She laughed nervously as she slid down the wall resulting in having the shorter demon tower over her. "Oh, I'm not of any comparable significance to all the paperwork you are sure to obtain. Furthermore, you'd be chastised by Koenma for slaughtering me because, technically, I'm considered human because of my lasting inhabitation of the Human World."

Hiei blinked and pondered the words for a moment. Yuumei continued, "Therefore, the bloodbath that my demise might generate, and, in fact, will in all probability generate, would be an absolute waste of my pathetic, yet appreciated existence and your valued, if not precious time."

Everyone stared at Yuumei with amused looks. Botan glared at Hiei, who simply returned to his seat with a dismissive 'hn'. She raised her hand slightly, "Yuumei, could you please use easier words, for Kuwabara here?"

The gang cracked up at that. Yuumei looked a little confused and still a bit nervous. Why would they so blatantly insult one of their own? Botan tried to seat her beside Kurama while Koenma slid into a chair next to Keiko. She refused, and settled on occupying the sofa. Everyone returned to their food and conversation all but diminished. Kuwabara blinked. "Hey what's 'chastised' mean?"

Kurama didn't look up from his plate as he said, "It means to be scolded or punished."

"Oh," Kuwabara said blushing as everyone seated at the table burst out laughing. Well, all but Hiei who kept his head down and seemed to want to disappear immediately.


The four bedroom apartment that the team was staying in was rented as a place where they could recover from missions without being asked awkward questions about their conditions by humans. Kurama, when explaining that no, the place isn't abandoned and "filled with hooligans" as his mother put it, let it slip that Hiei owned it. This excuse stuck, much to Hiei's annoyance. Besides having to dodge calls from Kurama's mother about visiting, he had to occupy the apartment.

Now, Yuumei, a hum- no, she wasn't plain human, Hiei gathered from what she said earlier – is sitting there, probably assessing everyone's relationship to one another. She was no demon either, he sensed. She didn't seem powerful, and even if she was hiding her energy, she was afraid of him. And she was supposed to teach him?

He trained every day, for his entire life, and never had problems when it came time to battle. Now this twit, who couldn't even stand up to him when they were surrounded by his coworkers, was going to tell him what to do? Hiei scoffed.

The last "instructor" was unsuccessful into bribing and even blackmailing him into cooperating. At last, she decided to fight him and win his respect. He decimated her. Utterly.

Now, Koenma wants to try again? Well, Hiei thought with a smirk and a glance at the new girl from the corner of his eyes, good luck.


Kurama, on the other hand, was simply curious about the woman sitting in their little haven. She was slightly shorter than Yusuke, her eyes would be in line with his chin, and had mid-back length light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. It was sort of flat, with hints of a natural wave. Her eyes were an olive green, oddly vivid; they weren't really focused on anything as she stared out the window. Her posture was demure and she seemed to try to take up the least amount of space she could.

What confused him further is that once she was out of direct danger (a.k.a. Hiei), her eyes lost their fear, as though she was otherwise comfortable with the strangers.

Kurama knew that Koenma learned his lesson and wouldn't hire someone based on skill alone. However, he didn't think that someone without skill would do much better. At least she seemed smart enough to back down from Hiei instead of outright challenging him.

He looked everyone, gauging their reactions. Yusuke seemed amused, Kuwabara was defending his love for Yukina (which by now, Hiei learned to ignore), and Botan was throwing Koenma looks, obviously not having too much confidence in his choice. Keiko looked as curious as he was, and Koenma was just eating with a grin on his face. Hiei was sulking, but then Kurama noticed the veiled look and smirk. Oh dear, he gathered, she's in for it.


Yuumei was quite content to let the time pass. She was very well aware of the stares she was getting and they made her skin prickle a little. It was hard to just sit still and not think about how hard these next few months are going to be. Then she remembered. The contract didn't specify how long she would need to stay with these males or where.

While she knew that Koenma had something in mind when he announced that she should be introduced to the team immediately, she hasn't gotten a chance to speak with him.

She felt a sudden discomfort stemming from her head. Silently she wondered what it was. It came and went quickly. Was Hiei trying to read her mind? What that what it felt like? She read a little about Jagan Eyes while satisfying her thirst for knowledge, but the facts were very general and vague. No one really has a solid understanding of the damn thing. She was never around psychics and had no idea how to set up a "mind block" or whatever you would call it.

She heard someone clearing their throat and a shuffling of a chair. Relieved to have something more interesting to observe, she turned her head to Koenma.

As he stood we wondered what to say and decided that being frank would probably be best. With a smile to everyone and a warning glare to Hiei, he proceeded. "This is Yuumei Sendo; she will be instructing you on ways to improve your fighting so that we can sleep soundly at night."

He glanced pointedly at Keiko. She looked away ashamed. She often felt frantic about Yusuke's endeavors. "You all will be staying in a small dojo away from everything. That way, you can train without restriction (well, for the most part) and without distraction."

"This apartment will still be open for treating injuries after missions," at this Yuumei glanced around, wondering how this modest place serves as a hospital. "The dojo has 6 bedrooms; one will be a guest room for the girls if they wish to visit. There is a bathhouse out back and two bathrooms."

Everyone glanced at each other, wondering how that will work out. Great, Yuumei thought, at least we won't be in the city.

"Dismissed."

"Koenma sir," Botan chirped.

"Yes?"

"This isn't your office."

He looked flustered, "Yes, yes. Yuumei, come on. We'll get you situated first."

She rose and carefully planned her steps so that her discomfort didn't show. She made the mistake of sweeping her gaze over the faces. She met a pair of crimson eyes and winced at the challenge in them. She flashed a strained smile and fled the room after the young ruler.


Well, that is done with...please, I yearn for input. :)

-YSendo