Hey, Doily Rox here! You guys can call me Dr., okay? Well, since I haven't added an intro too any of the chapters before, I decided it was time to explain a couple things. First of all, D isn't going to kill Kurama or Hiei, sillies, but she would like to study them for her research. You'll find out what that is when Koenma explains it to the Spirit Detectives. Second, I'll use Japanese subtitles when she's speaking Japanese, but other than that, I find that putting in all Japanese sentences and stuff is extremely confusing to some viewers. Last but not least, D has a habit of leaving rooms quickly, has since she was a child, it's not out of fear or anything. Please, enjoy the chapie!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC'S AND MY PLOT! IF I DID OWN YYH, MY SISTER WOULD CHAIN KURAMA, YUUSUKE, AND HIEI TO HER WALLS IN HER DUNGEON!(those poor souls…)

P.S., thanks to Death101 for reviewing, it does mean a lot. Pronunciations will be at the bottom of the chappie. Sincerely, Dr.

D headed to Genkai's the very next day. Her bike, the poor thing, was starting to gather dirt stains over the silver paint job, so before she headed out, she went to get it cleaned off. It didn't cost much, but since it was going to take awhile, she decided that she should throw Yukimura for a loop and show up on a Monday, instead of the usual Wednesday. If she figured correctly, she would need a little more sushi than normal. After all, if Yuusuke was a Spirit Detective than wouldn't he stay at Genkai's for awhile? At least for training, she figured. As she walked the couple blocks to the Yukimura shop, she felt a smile coming to her face. Yukimura had declared her one of his regulars the last time she came by, so she pondered if she would have the same seat as usual. A grin made its way to her face when she remembered the incident just a little over two months ago.

D was sitting in her usual seat, with her usual ramen, and usual take-out sushi. The fourth to last on the right of the bar had been her seat for all of her previous visits. She was enjoying her ramen, sucking it down quickly without slurping when a rather obnoxious looking American(she could tell by the way he held himself and how he looked at others) with curly blond hair and blue eyes walked through the door, his little posse following him. Yukimura said his usual Good Morning to the guy as he did with all the customers, and the snob of a seeming 16 year old glanced over the bar seats. D was the only one sitting there at the time, and her seat being near the middle, he didn't like it. Needless to say, he made that point obvious.

"Ewww, what is that wretched awful smell? Boy, you need to move now, these seats are now ours. The bar seats in this restaurant now belong to me, Rick-sama!" He did a rather flashy move with his hand as he pointed himself out, and the rather built group of boys behind him made him look rather weak, but then again, they were on his side. Staying focused on her meal, or so she tried to appear, she ignored the group of annoyances. He cleared his throat with a rather loud coughing gesture.

"I said," he held out his arm again, "these seats now belong to me, Rick-SAMA!" Now THAT'S just going to get annoying. Better acknowledge him before I have to put him in his place, D thought near sadistically. People were starting to whisper, and just when Yukimura was about to open his mouth to send the boy away, the clatter of chopsticks against china was heard. All eyes turned from the group of thugs to D. Almost on cue, she heard footsteps coming down from the stairs that led up to Yukimura's living area above the shop. But ignoring the seemingly distant nuisance, D picked up her chopsticks and put them in her mouth, letting them hang loose there. She picked up her bowl and with a polite sense about her, spoke few words to Yukimura.

"Yukimura-san, I would like seconds please." She held out the bowl for him to take. He looked her in the eyes, hesitance showing clearly through his own. But seeing the harsh reality in her stare, he took her bowl and started making another batch of ramen. As if something had snapped with the boy, he slammed his right hand down on the bar, making the chopsticks and such clatter slightly

"Now listen here you!" Her eyes turned to him at the demand, her calm expression taking hold of her. "Get up and move to another seat, or else!" The boy, Rick she hardly recalled, yelled at her. The boys behind him cracked their knuckles and started to smile their almost bloodthirsty smiles. Almost bloodthirsty. She turned her slouching body toward him, the expression on her face held no menace, but her eyes spoke wonders. He near gulped at seeing the heartless dark blue storm stare at him so challengingly.

"Sorry," she started, and a couple of the faces in the restaurant relaxed, "but I don't seem to know you. Who are you, precisely, to be threatening me?" The relaxing didn't last for long. The stairs to D's back creaked. The princes face went red with anger.

"I said-"

"/I know whatcha' said yuh stupid twerp, I wunnah know whatchur gunnah do 'bout me bein' in mah regular seat?/" She practically spat at the kid, in English, which she was positive the boy could understand because of his accent. At this, his face went near purple, and a couple of veins began twitching. He snapped his fingers over his shoulder, and his face went completely neutral. Then a smirk saw through.

"Boys? Why don't we show our guests what we're made of?" He commented lightly. The guys started to circle around D, pulling back their steroid like fists for the first strike. D smirked lightly, just what she needed to get some tension out.

"Don't worry, I'll take it outside." She said to the shocked shop owner, her chopsticks flopping in her mouth. She once again turned in her seat, so her back was to the bar. Without warning, the first punch flew.

After that, she had been welcome in the shop ever sense, and the seat was practically dubbed hers for good. She had become friends with Keiko, Yukimura's daughter. A brown eyed brunette that needed to be a little less stressed over school. D gave her some tips on things here and there, and soon the girl even let D help her with her homework now and then. Things were awesome when it came to her relationship with the shop-owning family. So walking in, she took her seat at the bar, and smiled at Mrs. Yukimura.

"How have things been going, have you been taking it easy?" D asked the mistress of the shop kindly. The woman smiled and waved a hand as if to signify her health shouldn't be the first thing they talked about.

"I've been doing fine, thank you. Your here on a Monday, that's unusual, I take it it's the regular?" Mrs. Yukimura asked kindly, already near done with the ramen.

D nodded, "Yes please, may I have a little extra sushi today, though? My friend has been a little hungrier than usual lately." The woman nodded her head and took off back to work. Eating up her ramen, she grabbed the box of sushi and paid quickly. She left more money than before; after all, the sushi had been extra. She left quickly and picked up her almost-new looking motorcycle and headed for Genkai's. The road was quick enough, but as soon as she hit the stairs she regretted her decision to come today immediately. Those terrible, wretched, evil, vile stairs were killing her after the tenth step. But still the same, she pushed forward, and after too long, reached the top. Seriously, she was going to have an escalator installed where these things were. She sulked over to the entrance, dragging her feet. It seemed like she was crossing a dessert. But alas, half-way through the dunes of Genkai, the main entrance slammed open, revealing Yuusuke Urameshi, spirit detective.

"OI! How slow are you?! Get in here!"

--- --- ---With Yuusuke, from when D arrived at the steps

Blistering heat, sweat and dirt and the screaming of Grandma. This was what it was like for Yuusuke Urameshi, spirit detective, future fighter in the Dark Tournament, dimwit. He was near dead by the time he saw Genkai stop in mid-nag and look to the entrance of the temple. They were in the training yard, a wide open area with green grass and trees surrounding it. Besides to the North side that was, it's the side of the temple.

"D's here, dimwit. Go see what he needs." Genkai commanded like the army general he knew she was. He entered the temple, and found his way to the entrance quickly enough. He took the time to calm himself, re-catch his breath and energy. He then threw back the door, and hardly surprised himself with what he saw. There stood D, looking like he always did after climbing Genkai's stairs.

"OI! How slow are you?! Get in here!" The tired guy twitched visibly, and for the first time ever, Yuusuke thought D lost his cool.

----- -----D's PoV

D twitched, and her lips drew into a scowl. But regaining her cool, she walked over to the entrance and sent Yuusuke a warning look as she approached. He smirked, the taunting idiot, and leaned into the doorway to block her path.

"Wha'cha here for this time?" He asked, an eyebrow rose at D's tiredness.

"You're entering the Tournament right? I've already got tickets, and I've heard about you and Toguro. You do know you're lucky that you lived, right?" D answered, her face already calm again. Yuusuke inwardly sighed, he was hoping for some sort of reaction from the scientist. But then again, he never got one before.

"Yeah, we're bein' forced. Not that I don't want to fight him again, next time he's goin' down." Yuusuke sounded confident, to D's slight surprise.

"You gonna be studyin' the others too?" Yuusuke eyed her, already knowing the answer.

"Depends if they prove interesting or not." She stepped over his form into the cool temple, while shoving the box of sushi in his hands. Well that's a yes, Yuusuke thought, rolling his eyes. Turning around, he saw D was already halfway down the hall. Sweatdropping at the mercenary's silent movement, he caught up quickly while stuffing his face with the sushi.

"Right now we have Kurama, Kuwabara, Hiei and me on the team, we need a fifth." He sounded confident he was going to find one, not to mention like he was talking with his mouthful.

"Really? Why don't you ask Genkai?" D suggested as she briskly walked, ignoring the grotesque sounds he made while eating.

"Did, still am. She'll give in eventually." He sounded confident in that too. Rolling her eyes, D found the training ground easy enough. Genkai stood there, as if focusing her energy. Her eyes were closed, and her pink hair started to float slightly as a light blue aura started to surround her. Her eyes widening, D tried to take in everything about Genkai. But only when Yuusuke stepped into view did she stop. Well, it's not that she stopped, just released the attack onto his pour soul. D jumped back, being sure to save herself. He flew backwards, completely unexpecting to something of that nature. He crashed into the next wall after the one behind him broke and let him through. Laughing silently to herself, she knew this was going to be fun.

For the next two months D would not only come by on Wednesdays, but Mondays and Fridays too. Her information on Yuusuke's abilities at least tripled. Not to mention, Genkai sometimes let her help attack him in the middle of the night, so he was constantly on guard. This, she would get a crack out of. The poor guy ate only one meal a day, the rest was spent training. So instead of just Wednesdays heading out for the Yukimura's, she now went everyday she wanted to go to Genkai's. After Yuusuke was done for the day, and went off to bed (usually in a tree, hiding from Genkai), D would sit and have conversations with Genkai, usually on the subject of powers, techniques, the weather, or tea. The two months passed quickly, and all too soon, the day D needed to leave for the tournament came. She would be taking a cruise ship to Hanging Neck Island, where the tournament was to be held. That, of course, would be taking all of the rich and wealthy of the underground there. She near puked at the thought, be still held it in as she boarded the ship. The crewmen took her bags and lead her to her room. It was nice, but still didn't suite her tastes of 'simple is great'. Nonetheless, she dealt with the tumbling of the ship over the waves, the near constant sound of some poor seasick fellow, and tried to focus on the good things. Like the food, the food was great. Soon enough though (for some, but others seemed to love the journey over the water), they reached the island. It was a beautiful place with trees everywhere, and the sea actually looked calm from the shore. She took a trolley to a hotel, a big, expensive hotel. People everywhere were dressed in garments 'in fashion', and everywhere she glanced people turned their heads to whisper about how she looked, or who she was, and other pointless things like that. It almost ticked her off to hear it, but she stayed as calm as usual, after all, her reputation about having control of her temper wasn't over nothing. She was once again, led to her room.

The door was a shined wood, with a golden knob on the top floor; room 617. Once inside, she tipped the server, and sent him away. Standing there behind the doorway with such an immaculate room near made her cringe. Things were way too organized. The room held shades of gold and red, rich people colors. There was a grand piano to her left, and a glass set of doors that led unto the balcony to her front; to her right, a set of couches with a loveseat and a coffee table on a sunken in floor. There was a door right beyond that, once again, a shined wood. Picking up the bags she brought, she figured that was the bedroom. Opening the door, while trying to manage all her bags at once (quite an impossible feat, she silently wondered at the server boy's skills), she stepped into a magnificent room. There was a bed with see-though gold curtains, to the wall to her left. The mattress looked soft enough, and the bed sheets were a beautiful shade of red, with matching gold rims and designs. The pillows were quite remarkable as well, and the whole room seemed to match well with the bed. In front of her, on the back wall to the left side was another balcony, this one with white curtains and sliding glass doors. To the right of the back wall was an armoire, the same polished wood as the doors and bed frame. On it stood a giant oval mirror, and a small, circular one on a stand. On the right wall there were two doors. Refusing to carry them any longer, she dragged her bags over to the first one. As she opened it, she was welcomed by a walk-in closet. It provided hangers for outfits, and many glass drawers. Deciding she mind as well do it now, she unpacked all her clothes and shoes. It didn't even fill up half the closet. Dumping her two empty bags under one of the empty spaces, she dragged the last one to the bathroom, which was the other door. As she walked in, she was shocked into so much silence, her brain wouldn't work for a few seconds. The bathroom was roomier than any other she'd ever seen. To her left were the sinks with golden handles and one long, tall piece of mirror stretching across all of them. The counter was empty, save for a bar of soap on each sink. Ahead of her (maybe 15 feet) was a giant bathtub. It looked as if it could fit six, and even had jets built in. To her right, in the far back was a tall linens rack, made of wood, and had a couple of drawers in it. The towels were a mixture of white, gold, and red, with a couple of solid colors here and there. Mostly they played designs on each other, though. To her right, closer to her, was a translucent glass shower. She already bet that she would be using that most of the time. Setting her bathroom needs on the counter and in the drawers in the linens rack, she pushed the other bag under the counter and headed back into her bedroom. She looked longingly at the bed, but knew better than leaving her main door unlocked. As she headed into the main room, she went straight to the door and locked it. She then walked over to the balcony and locked that, too. Stalking back into her bedroom, she headed straight to the other balcony door, and locked the last entrance into her room. Sighing contently, she drew back the string holding back the white curtains, and watched them fall.

Content that no one could see her, she tossed off her trench coat. It landed on the floor behind her with a slight thud. On her now was a black beater shirt, with heavy, baggy black pants, socks, shoes, and bandana (all of which happened to be black. The color stood out only in slight difference with her tan skin. Her feminine body was obvious now, with her curved shoulders and long neck. She then removed her bandana, letting her brown hair fall down. It was messy and ruined, but she hardly cared, because at its longest point it reached her shoulders. Running a hand through it with a sigh, she focused on the hardest part. Unwrapping those wretched bandages that held back her chest to make her seem more male. Pulling her shirt over her head, she began her work. It was rather annoying, having to do this every day, but she had gotten used to the feeling of them on, and she felt bare without them now. Once she was done, she tossed back on her shirt and walked into her closet. There she found a pair of purple sleeping pants with bears on them. She was about to put them on when she remembered her shoes. Taking off the tennis shoes and socks, she quickly changed. Remembering to turn off the closet light, she pounced on the new bed. It was the softest she had ever felt. Untying the gold curtains, she crawled under the soft covers, and fell into one of the best sleeps she's had in awhile.

Good job! You made it through the chapie! As promised, here are all the pronunciations so far:

Marquise (Marr-keyz)-the helper of D, Orea demon

Leore (Lee-or)- city of the underground

Orea (Or-ay-uh)-demons like Marquise and Shiruque, their breed is the founders of Leore, hince the reason the 'ore' in both of them is pronounced the same

Shiruque (Shee-rook)- Orea helper at the ticket booth, you'll see more of her later

If you have any questions or comments, please ask! I would be happy to be of service for my readers! Thank you again for reading!

Sincerely, Dr.

P.S. Thanks to my wonderful, immaculate, intelligent, intuitive, interesting, loveable, kind, sweet, adorable, older, prettier, beautiful, gifted, blessed, sister. (kind of funny how when I wrote the chapie, those weren't there, but when my sister got done beta-ing it, these magical words popped up, huh?)