Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or its characters.

I do however own my own characters, plot and story. Please enjoy.

Author's note: Sorry this is a pretty long chappie folks. So please bear with me.

As I needed to hit on what's going on on all fronts. Hope ya like it.

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Porter hospital, downtown Chicago

Raina bolted upright in the bed, as far as the wires and machines attached to her would allow. She gasped for breath and took in her surroundings. It seemed she now occupied a bed in an overly sterile room of the local hospital. She had been having weird visions before she'd bolted up wide awake. Her visions had consisted of fear and infinite loss, along with blazing white hot fire and pain. As well as a dark, powerful figure with heated, arrogant, burning, red eyes. And a rich, silken, cold, emotionless voice that was telling her to hang on.

She shook her head to clear the last of the dark images from her mind. Then someone beside her spoke up catching her attention.

"Back among the living are we girlfriend? Well fuck a duck." Raina turned her head to the right and took in the form of her best friend Jean, sitting in a chair beside her hospital bed. Slowly and quietly she addressed her friend.

"Where am I? How long have I been out this time?" In a similar fashion Jean answered her.

"Almost two weeks. You were beaten up pretty bad, even worse then usual, might I add. It was touch and go there for awhile, you were in a comma, and they almost lost you twice. But some how you managed to pull through and beat the odds. How do you do it girl?" Jean asked a touch of awe in her voice.

"Well you know me; I'm just too ornery to kill." Raina said with a slight smirk at the corners of her full lips.

Deciding to change the subject, she asked after Jean's husband and her partner. She wondered idly why he was not here to greet her when she came to.

"So wheres Ted? Is he off with the little munchkins somewhere fun, or just at home being bored off his ass?" At this Jean looked down with a frown, and then slowly she raised her face to her friend with a sorrowful expression on her once glowing features.

"You mean you don't remember? I would think something like that would tend to leave an indelible mark."

"Remember what? What are you talking about? Spit it out! What's going on, why isn't your husband here yelling at me cause I got hurt again?"

"Raina……Ted died. The night you stormed the warehouse, there was an explosion. He was torn apart and burned almost beyond recognition. There was barely enough left to bury. For the kid's sake, it had to be a closed casket ceremony. You missed the funeral by almost a week and a half." Jean said all in a rush with hardly any emotion to her quiet voice. But her eyes spoke the volumes of her loss.

Shocked Raina layed back in the bed as she took in all that her friend had just said. She was right, how could she not remember? Had the trauma of her injuries just been to much? Sadly she looked at her friend.

"How are the little one's taking it?"

"Ohh….you know….one day at a time." Jean said emotion creeping into her voice for the first time as she continued. "Though the nights are the worst for us. Kyle still cries and asks for him daily. But Brandon and Ethan remember the funeral better and what it all meant. Unlike Kyle, so they kind of realize better what's going on, and that their father won't be coming back, I'm afraid." Raina listened to her friend's quiet rant with growing sadness, guilt, anxiety, and anger swirling within her. But before she could open her mouth. Her friend went on stoically.

"But for Kyle, well what can I say? He's just to young to really understand the ramifications of what happened. All he knows is that his father seems to be missing and his godmother is once again in the hospital. You really scared everyone this time girl, especially the boys. What do you have to say for yourself?" Jean finished, a hint of anger swirling around her.

"Hey…" Raina countered hotly. "It's not like it was on purpose you know? I didn't walk in there with the intention of killing my partner and crew, and nearly doing myself in in the process." She said Guilt and self anger heavy in her words.

Raina had always known just how much both Ted and Jean had meant to each other. Now she tried to imagine what life for both her and her friend's family would be like without her partner Ted. Silence echoed coldly through the stark sterile room, as each woman locked herself up in her own thoughts. Quietly the two friends stared at each other. Each wondering if things would ever be the same between them without Ted. One locked in pain, loss and fear of the future. The other in guilt, self doubt and loathing, anger and slowly a growing need for revenge. Shortly all that was heard through the room was Raina, as she tried to console her friend.

"Mark me Jean." She growled. "On my life, I promise I will get these fuckers, and avenge Ted. They will pay for what they did to us all."

Slowly Jean looked at her and smiled. "You do that. Pay them back, but stay safe in the process. Don't make us bury you too, got it? The boys would never forgive me."

"Done and done. I'll do the boys proud. They'll know just what a hero Ted was."

"Yes, they will." Jean said with a smile. "This has all been a real cluster fuck." She said with laughter in her voice. "What do you think?"

"To say the least." Raina returned with a sigh as she sat back. With conviction Raina smiled at her friend as peace settled slowly through the room.

In the cemetery

Elsewhere across town in the Oak Woods cemetery. Another rather heated conversation was taking place.

"There have been complications." Hiei growled out reluctantly to his friend on the other end of the communicator, as he sat stiffly on a high branch of a shaded tree, on the edge of a row of mausoleums.

"How so Hiei?" Kurama asked with growing concern in his voice. Hiei however failed to hear his friends soft spoken question, as his mind turned back to what had happened almost two weeks before.

Flashback chaos

Hiei had finally tracked down one of Jenner's lap dogs. His name was Frost, and if he wanted to live to see the dawn, then he was going to give the irate fire youkai the information to Jenner's where a bouts. Or at least that's how it had started out anyway. It had however not ended up as Hiei had expected it to. He had tracked the freakish ningen turned demon to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. He had expected it to be abandoned; however that was not the case. It seemed Hiei had stumbled into a shit storm as the ningen's called it.

Just as he was about to move in on his quarry, the whole building had erupted in flames. Not that it hindered the powerful s-class youkai, who himself was a walking inferno waiting to happen. Then there had been a great explosion which seemed to shake the building to it's foundations. Shortly after this Hiei had heard a loud blood curdling female scream of pure pain, rage, and fear. Only having seconds to act and Frost within his sights, he made a split second decision to leave off his pursuit of the halfbreed, and turned on his heel instead to track the scream to it's source. What he found when he entered the room, froze his blood, as he took in the scene before him.

On the floor amide piles of debris and dead ningen bodies he found what he was looking for. The female ningen was locked in place by jagged wounds that went through her left shoulder and stomach. Also she had a heavy metal beam across her legs that she was futily pushing at, as she whimpered in pain and called out for someone by the name of Ted Callahan. Hiei looked beside her and thought he found the source of who she was calling out for. On the ground a few yards away was the body of a male ningen. He was dead and appeared to be missing half his left arm, right leg, and had a huge gapping hole where his stomach should have been. Without even a second glance, Hiei moved to help the onna. As he came up to her and knelt down beside her, she fluttered her eyes and whimpered in pain, as she passed in and out of consciousness. There was so much blood, Hiei was surprised that she had held on as long as she had.

Quickly he checked her wounds, then he stood to his full height and grasped the beam in a powerful sure grip, and taking a deep breath, he pulled the beam up and off her badly abused body. He then knelt down again and cupped her head between his strong hands, making sure there was nothing wrong with her neck. As he did this, she coughed and blood gushed from her mouth. Hiei immediately surmised that she probably had some internal bleeding and injuries. He nodded to himself, satisfied that for now there was nothing he could do about that. He instead turned his attention to the wounds that he could deal with.

As he checked her over, she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes fluttered again and she let out a weak moan of pain. Her eyes slowly opened, and Hiei was struck for an instant by the color and beauty of her eyes. They were so beautiful and soulful. Full of peace and a cool acceptance of her fate. For a minute Hiei was taken aback that she was so unafraid of her own death. Then with a fierce growl he locked eyes with her and caught her head between his hands again. He spoke softly to her, trying to keep her awake and thus alive.

"Stay conscious onna, do you hear me? Your hurt badly. I can't move you yet, without doing more damage. I need you to hold still, this is going to hurt when I pull these out, but try not to move. Do you hear me onna? Onna….onna…Damn she passed out on me, pathetic human." He snarled in frustration as he watched her eyes grow heavy and close again. He let go of her head gently, and moved to take the chunks of metal from her fragile body. But as he gripped the first one, she gasped blood from her mouth and her eyes snapped open. Glowing a dark sapphire blue as she growled at him in a voice choked with her own blood.

"No get away from me."

He looked up and let a smirk grace his full lips as he said. "So you can hear me."

Her next words both surprised him and almost made him laugh as she said. "I am not pathetic."

Hn….she needed to get her priorities straight, he thought. Her life on the line, and she was more concerned that he had called her pathetic. Humans, he would never understand them. Out loud, all he said was.

"Hn….that remains to be seen. Now hold still damn it!" But again, she surprised him and spoke, however it was softer now. He could tell she was getting weaker and losing the fight to stay alive.

"Just let me go…..I'm so tired…..So cold, can't feel anymore." The last was said almost in a whisper, as she fought hard to stay awake. Never one to let someone else have the last word, he answered her.

"Well unfortunately, your going to feel this. Now for the last time onna don't move." Hiei said very gently, as he grasped the metal in her flesh and prepared to pull it out. With the speed he was famous for, he wrenched hard on the jagged metal rods. And slid them painfully from her body in a gush of dark, thick, red, as she arched her back and screamed in pain and anger. Before she passed out fully.

Quickly Hiei pulled his katana out and cut his left hand. Holding it over each of her wounds in turn. Making sure that an ample amount of his own blood, along with some of his powerfully flared youki, made it's way into each wound. He then licked the cut clean, closing it at the same time with his healing saliva. Then he put away his weapon, and picked her up. Just as a fiery beam came down on the spot she had previously occupied. Shielded within his protective embrace, Hiei carried her limp form clear of the now fully consumed building and out into the warm night air. He had to find her help and soon. His blood had caused her wounds to stop bleeding and close somewhat, but there was far to much damage for his youki alone to fix. She needed the help of her own kind, if she had any chance at survival. Though personally Hiei thought she was probably to far gone for anyone to help her. It was only a matter of time. But still, if there was a chance that she was strong enough to survive this trauma, then his honor insisted that he at least give her the opportunity to prove herself worthy of his help. But if not…. Well then it was just one less ningen to deal with.

Hiei opened his jagan and scanned the busy mass of scurrying ningen's, looking for someone that could help her, among the sea of ningen authorities, firefighters, and paramedics already on the scene trying to deal with the chaos of everything. Finally he found what he was looking for. Seizing the opportunity, he fastened on the frail ningen mind of the male paramedic and called him over to take the wounded onna from him. As he came over, Hiei handed her to the ningen with a few last minute instructions, before ordering the man to take her to where she could properly be helped.

Hiei stood in the deep shadows, watching as she was transported to what the ningen's called the hospital. He watched the ambulance drive quickly away. He then turned back to the warehouse, watching as they fought to extinguish the roaring flames. Hiei shook out his tense muscles like a big cat.

"Hn…..I've spent too much time around these creatures. I should have left her and gotten what I came here for. This mess could have been wrapped up and dealt with tonight, if I hadn't let myself become distracted with that baka onna." He thought out loud to himself. "I shouldn't have even bothered, she probably won't make it anyway." He grumbled in after thought. He turned one last time in the direction the ambulance had gone, a deep scowl of frustration on his face before he elegantly shrugged his shoulders and allowed the night shadows to swallow him in their protective embrace, as he used his speed to flit from the scene. It seemed he had made his choice, now the only thing that remained to be seen was weather or not he could live with the choice he had made. Damn ningen's, I'm way to merciful with them. Was his last thought on the subject as he flitted away.

With a mental shake, Hiei brought himself back to the present. Only to hear Kurama repeat himself rather exasperatedly. "How so Hiei?"

"It's nothing you need to worry about fox boy!" Hiei snapped at the kitsune. Then relaxed and sighed.

"Just let the little runt know what's going on. I'll be in touch when I have anything else worth sharing." Then before the fox could object further, he clicked the communicator shut. Just for a minute, as he leaned back comfortably, he wondered idly if the onna had survived. Then scowled, angry with himself for caring. If she did, she did. If not, well… what did he care? He had more pressing matters to worry about, without wasting time on some ningen onna, he didn't even know. Satisfied with things, he settled down to consider his options and next move.

Little did he know he was about to become much better acquainted with her in the weeks to come.

With the badies

The location unknown. Somewhere within the dark bowels of a secure residence. Frost knelt on one knee before his sinister master and tried not to show his apprehension for the situation at hand.

Jenner regarded his LT. through darkly slitted eyes, as he sat on the edge of his bed, before opening his mouth to speak. "Well…." He drawled silkily with a touch of menace underlying his smooth voice. "It seems that you've failed me. What should we do about that, do you think?"

"It wasn't my fault, my master." Said Frost, as he bowed deeper. "They infiltrated us and…."

"And it seems they did their job well, and knew just how to trap you, you idiot halfbreed!!" Jenner snarled, before sitting back. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Your arrogance is becoming most taxing." Jenner said in exasperation.

"Well sir." Frost stammered out. "When they stormed the warehouse, everything happened so fast and then there was the huge explosion…"

"An explosion that I'm more than sure you caused." Jenner interrupted with a smirk.

"It is as you say, but anyway, they were human, master. I'm more than sure that none of them made it out and survived."

"For your sake, you better pray that it all works out for the best. The last thing I need is the ningen authorities interfering in my affairs. He told his LT., his dark eyes snapping with cold fire and fury.

Gulping hard at this, Frost nodded and stood up, turning to go. But before he could, Jenner called him back with an ominous warning.

"Ohh….and if you fail me again my little pet, you shall find yourself without a most pertainate appendage to your manhood. Understood?" Eyes wide and fearful, Frost answered the demon before him. "Yes my sire, I understand perfectly."

"Good." Jenner said, as Frost again bowed low. "Now go, leave me, I have much to ponder…..and get someone to dispose of this worthless trash." He growled, indicating the now lifeless body of the female human, which occupied the bed beside him, with a casual flick of his graceful clawed fingers. Quickly, Frost moved to obey.

Later that same night in the hospital

Raina was dreaming again. She thrashed wildly about, moaning and panting breathlessly, as her wounds throbbed painfully around her. She was back in the warehouse, lying on her back, atop scattered debris. She was pierced through at both her stomach and the juncture where her left arm and shoulder connected, with twisted, thin, jagged, metal rods. She was also pinned across her legs by a heavy steel girder. Bleeding profusely from her wounds and mouth, she was drifting in and out of consciousness while Ted's lifeless and mangled body lay nearby and the place burned around her. As she lay frightened and weak she called out helplessly one last time to her partner, As she coughed and more blood spilled from her lips.

Then just as her body was accepting its fate and shutting down, suddenly a man appeared beside her. He was the most gorgeous male specimen that she had ever laid her eyes on. And that was saying something, as this was usually a thing that never mattered to her. Since she had never really found herself all that interested in the opposite sex. For she was always to busy with work to ever pay attention to nonsense like that. But this man, he was something totally different. He was a dark, sensually handsome man, who positively swirled with a dangerous, repressed power and energy. Otherworldly, with a hint of graceful, predatory intensity to him.

He was extremely tall and nicely built, without being too overly muscled. With a perfectly muscled, highly broad, well defined chest. Powerful arms, with graceful, elegant hands. A set of six pack abs that led down to a narrow waist, and perfect, lean thighs and legs. He had heavily textured, flame like, black hair. That was so dark, as to have blue highlights in it. With a shock of white in the middle of a fall of long, spiked bangs. Which overshadowed a pair of wolf like slanted, animalistic, cold yet fiery and feral, crimson colored eyes. High cheekbones, perfect nose and a full, sexy mouth completed his appearance. He had an almost bored expression, but an arrogant air of condescension to him. It was as if he was totally removed from the situation going on around him. He was dressed all in black, from his boots and pants. To his T-shirt, which had both the collar and the sleeves ripped from it. So as to have a rather torn and ripped appearance. The only color on him was from a length of narrow red cloth. Cinched around his waist, like a belt He also wore a bandage of some sort on his right hand, going from the middle of his fingers, up to just below his armpit. Dimly she wondered what he had done to injure himself so badly, so as to need a bandage of that magnitude. But then let the thought go, as another wave of pain washed over her almost causing her to black out again.

He was talking to her, but she was too far gone to understand what he was saying. She only caught one word in three, when he talked to her. So she let go and just listened to the sound of his voice, as he spoke softly and calmly to her. When he spoke, it was with a voice full of a dark growling richness. But with a bit of glacial coldness. It was totally devoid of emotion, while still managing to sound both immensely irate and comforting at the same time.

"Stay…..onna…..hear me?"

Confused, she tried to focus more clearly on him. What had he just called her? Onna… what was that? But before she could get a handle on it, it slipped away and he was speaking again.

"Hurt badly…..move…..yet…..doing more damage…..you…..hold still…..hurt…..try not to move…..onna…onna…..pathetic human."

Now wait a minute, who was he calling a pathetic human? Besides wasn't he human too? She highly doubted that he could be anything but human, after all what else could he be? And just where did he get off talking to her like that? Summoning her last bit of power, she fought to stay awake, as she let her fiery temper come to the fore and give her needed strength. She growled something at him, which she couldn't remember. Then when he answered her, she told him that she wasn't pathetic. After that she lost the battle to stay focused on his words, as it was too hard. She was sure that he had spoken further to her, and equally sure that she had even answered him back. But then it had all become fuzzy and disjointed, especially when he ripped the foreign objects painfully from her body. Then it was too painful to deal with anymore, and she slipped away into darkness, as his voice fallowed her down, the last thing she heard was.

"Now for the last time onna, don't move…" Then all was peaceful blackness.

Outside the dream, she stilled her thrashing and for the first time since her ordeal began, she slipped into a healing, dreamless slumber. Which lasted until the doctors woke her the next morning, for her tests to see if she was ready to be released.

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Baka - fool/idiot

Onna - woman

Ningen - human

Youkai – demon

Youki – demon power

Jagan – third eye

Kitsune – fox spirit

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Author's note: Raina and Hiei formally meet. But will things get out of hand between them?

just how much will he allow her to remember about him? Find out next, till then…Ja Ne

And just for the record, Harrigan's god children are actually based after my own three boys

and yes those are their real names as well.