Disclaimer: Okay, people! I've said it once and as required by law, I MUST say it again…I do NOT own Yu Yu Hakusho…if I did I would pester Yusuke like a brother to play video games with me (Not like he'll say NO! *Laughs*), Ask Kuwabara to get me a kitten (For they are cute! *Hearts*), ask Kurama to help me with my studies and sneak a date or two in (what can I say? I'm a fan girl and not the type that obsesses over the guy JUST being THEIRS, grow up I say!) and finally ask Hiei to teach me swordplay (if he doesn't, I'll say "Nii-san" around him whenever Yukina is near! *Evil grin.* Either one or two things will happen: 1. He'll give in eventually and teach me due to me being annoying OR 2. He'll kill me. Most likely the latter, but I've been wrong before.

Anyway! Without further pink fondue! On with the story!)

"Young one, I've have much to tell you about this power of yours, as uncommon as it is,", began the old man, portraying no emotion whatsoever.

"...Uncommon? Me? I'm just your run-of-the-mill runaway, old man. Not a street fighter.", Mahami countered, a little miffed.

"So you think-"

"SO I KNOW!" began the enraged Mahami, jumping up from her sitting enough, as much as she wanted to run away from this freaky old man, she found you couldn't move.

'What?!' she screamed, silently in her head.

"I'm not done, young student. Now please,", he paused, and said a little forcefully,

"Sit down!", when he said these words, she sat down, unwillingly, NOT on her own volition.

"You may not understand what is about to happen to you in this life of yours, but time will answer your questions. What will happen to you after you leave this place, is your destiny to accept. But until that day comes, you must train under my wing, you understand?

Mahami growled to herself.

"Do you understand?", the old man repeated once, little annoyed.

"Yeah...I suppose. Seeing that I don't have much of a choice in the matter...right?", Mahami agreed reluctantly, then quipped,

"I'll stay here in training, old man!", she stressed, trying to show at less SOME form of defiance.

"Iraiou.", stated the old man.

"I don't like the sound of that. Is that I poison or something?" inquired Mahami.

"It's my name, little one!", shot back the feisty, old man.

"Little?! I'm 5"6, thank you very much! And you're, what? 4"1?!", argued the infuriated teen.

He starts to walks away outside to go into a different part of the dojo.

"If you have energy to burn by yelling, you can train."

She growls and chases after him. "Fine! And when I get strong enough, I'll show you who's little!"

Ignoring her rant, he conveys to her his chosen fighting weapon for her,

"I shall train you in the art of knowing how to fight with a zanbotou, what other skills you learn, you learn on your own, you've got that?", said the old man, turning to look solemnly at Mahami.

"But why? Why me? Why me out of all people to choose from to be your student?", you demanded, then you quickly added.

"And what's a zanbotou?", still following him. (A/N: If you, the reader, is also wondering what a zanbotou is, just look up Seoung-Mina and her weapon from the Soul Calibur series, and yes, I don't own Soul Calibur either, I just play the game.)

"You'll see tomorrow. Goodnight, little one.", he says this in front of some closed doors and then leaves you standing there, still filled with unanswered questions.

You have to admit, it's getting a bit more interesting. ^_^ Hope to see more rating and reviewing so I can continue this, people!