A/N: Christmas Break has finally arrived! In honor of the impending holidays, I'm going to update one of my fics… that only one person liked enough to review the last chapter… yeah. That makes perfect sense! Same rules still apply, but I'll try to mix it up instead of just Keiko/Yusuke.

Disclaimer still applies.

What I've Done-Linkin Park

Hiei's past was full of bloodshed. He was a murderer, killing mostly without mercy, sometimes without provocation, and always without hesitation. Most of his victims were demons. Some of them were human. Yusuke knew about the humans. When he finally told him, he expected some sort of grimace or disgusted comment. Instead, his friend nodded solemnly. "You aren't the only one to regret what you've done Hiei."

In his head, he wondered what Yusuke was guilty of, but out loud Hiei merely mused, "I never said I regretted my actions." Yusuke smiled sadly, and Hiei wondered when the young spirit detective had grown up.

"You didn't have to."

Try a Little Tenderness- Michael Buble

Kuwabara tried to be manly, he really did, but there was only some much he could take. Kurama's ministrations were driving him crazy. A firm hand here and even more pressure there finally pushed him over the edge. "Kurama," he moaned, truly in the throes of agony.

"Yes?" The fox replied. Kuwabara was lying on his stomach, so he couldn't actually see the smirk, but he knew from his tone that it would be there. The jerk was getting amusement out of his pain. He gritted his teeth. "Are you trying to kill me?" he growled.

"Ah no. That would be the goal of the demonic kitten you brought home. Honestly, I don't understand how someone with your caliber of spiritual intuition couldn't tell the difference between a stray cat and an agent of the powers of darkness." Kurama poured something green, thick, and pungent out of a clay bowl and then rubbed it on one of the wicked claw marks that ran down the length of his back.

Kuwabara hissed between his teeth, and groaned, "at least try a little tenderness."

Thoughts of a Dying Atheist- Muse

Though Genkai had lived a long and fulfilling life, it wasn't until Toguro's fist was rushing toward her that she gave up her fear of death. 'It's funny,' she though, as the light slipped away and darkness pervaded her consciousness, 'that the whole reason I wanted to be stronger in the first place was to preserve my life and the lives of those I love. And because I became stronger, I was faced with greater danger and more enemies, one of which is one of those people I originally became stronger to protect. Ironic…'

Light Up the Sky- Yellowcard

As a thieving demon, Kurama had been exceptionally vain; when he stole, he would calculate not only the worth of the targeted object, but also the disruption he would cause and the chase they would make. He lived for the fame, the notoriety.

As a human, he was forced into seclusion, normalcy, and obscurity. Over time, however, he resented this lack of renown less and less. He came to enjoy being "normal." And if he wasn't exactly meek, well, he was at least able to attain a certain humbling appreciation of the world around him. There was nothing wrong with being unremarkable. That is, there was nothing wrong until he met her.

Vivacious, cheerful, determined, and more like a bubbly angel than a grim reeper, Botan was everything he didn't know he wanted. Seeing her smile, he suddenly wanted to do something so remarkable that she would never be able to look away.

Drops of Jupiter- Train

The fingers were chubby and balled into small fists, one of which was shoved into a delicate mouth. Tiny eyelashes fluttered in the baby's sleep, and fine, flyaway hair surrounded her fragile head like a halo. Hair almost the exact shade of Yusuke's. Eyes that were already beginning to turn a luminous green. The spirit detective thought back on all the things he'd accomplished in the last five years, the tournaments he won, the villains he beat, how he finally finished high school, and everything paled in comparison.

A/N: A couple of these were very, very hard to write, and I'm not over pleased with this batch, but none of them are bad enough that I'd be ashamed to post them. I did fudge the time limit a couple times too, but they would've made no sense if I didn't. Why am I rambling? No one reads the bottom notes anyways. (I know I don't :D)