Ya so about 30 or so days ago I said it would tak a month to update. I kind of wasn't lying.

But here it is, it isn't ten thousand words but I think will do at about 6500 words.

Thinking about creating another story. Anyone like...Harry Potter

Mmk...so here's the chapter.

Btw it's the new chapter 10 ok. The original chapter tin was combined with chapter nine. It seemed better.

Ok here you go.

Chapter 10: Untitled for Epicness.

When Hiei woke up that morning it was to an empty bed. The covers a tad bit colder than usual. Blinking open weary red eyes, he saw nothing but messy covers. Right where Kuwabara was supposed to be.

Sitting up from the bed, the fire demon stared at the empty bed with blank eyes.

He must be at school, was his first thought, so with a tired yawn, Hiei crawled out of bed and went to take a shower.

Turning on the water Hiei slipped out of the over sized t shirt that covered him and stepped gingerly into the blistering cold stream. He let out a relaxed breath as the stream covered him.

Ah, nothing like a cold shower to calm the stomach.

Grabbing the bar of soap and a washcloth, Hiei took care to cleanse himself of all the sweat and other fluids from the night before. Hiei laughed quietly to himself at the thought of yesterday. Normally he would have never gone two rounds like that in one day, but the in the night he had felt his body warm up and tighten, the soft tingling feeling that had become familiar to him was sinking in. Last night he needed Kuwabara more than he ever felt was possible. But he wasn't the only one that was taken that night.

Hiei frowned, his hand idly resting on the odd mark that had formed above his crotch. It was a few days old and a little darker than Hiei's skin. Although it looked like a bruise, it didn't hurt and it didn't fade. It was a strange sight, and it freaked Kuwabara out for hours on end when he first took notice of it.

But Hiei wasn't concerned. As long as his daughter was okay then Hiei couldn't care less about the odd mark.

Lightly washing over the slight bulge Hiei was a little embarrassed to say that this, but it couldn't be helped. He was pretty much sure he had a fetish of some sort because he just could not stop touching that bulge.

Especially when he was taking a cold shower.

It had started off with just a simple hand gliding over the soft but taut flesh and then it had turned to poking his stomach. Now Hiei had actually taken to cradling the small bulge. His claws scratching under it and rubbing the top of it. It drove his senses absolutely insane and he could almost see the child- though it probably looked like a beast or something so early on- smiling at him. Eyes bright and happy and hoping for its mama to keep cuddling her.

Yea, Hiei was fairly sure that this being would probably call him that. Especially when he explained to her later on in her life that he was the one to give birth to her. Although he had high hopes of his little girl just calling him daddy or father. He knew that Yuusuke and Mukuro would not allow him that delicacy.

Rinsing himself of suds and dirt, Hiei plugged the tub and switched the stream to something closer to hot but not really and let the tub fill up as he stood under the stream. The Yukimura girl was only half correct, although his hair did fall flat when he bathed it was naturally spiky. No type of products were used. It just stayed like that for some odd reason. But as Hiei sat down to lay his back against the wall of the large tub, he felt his hair beginning to fall flat against his head.

Grabbing the bubble bath liquid that Kuwabara bought, Hiei poured a generous amount into the tub and let the suds cover him.

This was what he did most days when Kuwabara and the blonde were off at their university. Even if he did wake up only minutes earlier, Hiei always found himself taking a nap in the bubble bath liquid that the Oaf provided. As a fire demon, even as he slept the water remained at its temperature. Which was what Hiei enjoyed the most. Turning off the faucet, Hiei leaned back, resting his head on the pristine tiles and instantly fell asleep.

Andy groaned, unlocking the door to his home. This is why he hated Sundays, grocery shopping was such a pain to deal with. Especially now that Kuwabara was gone. He hadn't realized until he was walking out of the store with his buggy that he would have to carry all of this by himself. But it wasn't like he could just take it all back. So with an annoyed sigh, Andy carried the bags all the way home. Thankfully he hadn't bought nearly as much as he usually did.

It was a process putting away all the food that he had bought, his limbs ached and all he wanted right now was a warm bath and probably a long nap. Possibly even sleep the day away.

But he had to make dinner tonight for him and that...guy, so Andrew doubted he wouldn't get anything longer than an hour of sleep today.

Grumbling softly to himself as he put away the last of the fruits and vegetables, Andrew wondered where the hell Kuwabara went running off to and better yet, he had better have told that demon he's sleeping with about it. Otherwise Andrew would have to kill the sunovabitch.

It still pissed him off to see that demon there. Walking down HIS hallway like he owned the place. Ignoring Andrew and being mean to Kuwabara for absolutely no reason. And for Kuwabara to just take that. It was ridiculous. Well... Andrew thought with a wry grin. At least Kuwabara shows him who's boss at the end of the night.

Because everybody and their grandma could hear Hiei crying in the middle of the night.

Maybe it was just because that guy was pregnant that Kuwabara let him yell at him, but what type of friends were they if that was the relationship they had?

And furthermore, was he even pregnant? It is a boy after all! Or did demons have very loose terms on what's a female and what's a male. Honestly they really should try to work on that if that they ever wanted to get humans to trust them.

Of course...Andrew would never trust a demon, no matter what Kuwabara said. And this Hiei character wasn't helping to change his mind either.

Walking up the staircase and rubbing his sore shoulders, Andrew sighed. There wasn't much he could do about the guy. It wasn't like he wanted to kick the guy out, not after he came in all bloody and bruised all those nights ago. The little guy looked like he had taken on an army. His clothes were not salvageable although he forced Kazuma to keep his cloak. So Andrew hadn't thrown the tattered thing away. Even though it was ripped apart. Whatever the guy had faced really tried to beat the hell out of him. And although Andrew really just wanted to send the guy packing, he really couldn't send him out there.

"Alright, I'll take a shower first and then a nap and at 4 or 5 I'll go ahead and make dinner. I hope that little bastard likes Basa," Andrew told himself as he tossed his jacket and shirt onto the bed. Moving to his dresser, he grabbed a simple pair of sweats and a t-shirt, which he also tossed onto his bed. Before heading to the bathroom, he kind of wanted to take a soak or nap in the tub and he didn't really feel like going downstairs to the master bedroom.

Opening the door, Andrew was assaulted with foggy warm air and the smell of perfume. For a moment he panicked, thinking an intruder had dared to use his shower, but when he looked down into the unclosed shower curtain and into the tub, Andrew was shocked to see the demon lying there, hair felt and covered in bubbles.

Was that fucker taking a nap?

No fair! That was his idea.

Glaring down at the demon, Andrew quietly closed the door behind him. He might as well wake the guy up. Although to be honest, he didn't want to touch him. He was under the impression that the demon liked to hit when woken.

Taking his chances, Andrew sat gingerly atop of the edge of the tub. Glancing down at the fire demon who had to have been sleeping for a few hours now, he looked like a prune.

Strange, Andrew thought to himself as he stared down at the unaware demon. In the warm mist, with his hair flat like that, he could kind of be mistaken for a woman. A very creepy woman with a weird scar on her forehead, but a pretty one nonetheless.

...Maybe it was a woman that just sounded like a man.

Curiously eying the demon, Andrew's hand drifted out towards the suds. He knew that the demon wasn't really tall. But he imagined that he was at least proportionate. So with steady hands, Andrew was determined to check. Who knew, maybe human woman were considered men in demon world and vice versa.

Just as he was about to push aside the bubbles, Andrew paused, looking back at the demon's face. Was...was that scar...opening?

GROSS!

He was too frozen at the sight of skin opening for no apparent reason to move away.

It wasn't until he came face to face with a gigantic purple eye that he actually lost it.

Or should he say eye to eye?

Oh Whatever! That thing was looking at him! Jumping up from his seat, Andrew stared on in disbelief as the purple eye followed his movements.

If he wasn't panicking so much he would have noticed Hiei's breath hitch and his nose wrinkle in annoyance.

Didn't really matter now that red eyes also staring at him.

Ok so this was getting kind of creepy.

"Explain to me," Hiei grumbled, standing up from the tub that was just so relaxing to stare at the blonde.

"What?" Andrew answered dumbly, surprised as he was to noticed that Hiei was indeed a man and that he most likely was a pregnant man at that, he still managed to speak.

But boy was that kid hung.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" Hiei asked stepping out of the tub with graceful caution and moving closer to the man who stood still in the middle of the bathroom.

Andrew snapped out of it, locking a glare with Hiei as the demon moved around him to grab a towel.

"Because it's my god damn bathroom, that's why." he snapped. The nerve of this man, actually questioning him in his own home.

"And you were trying to get a look at my penis why?" Hiei asked running the towel through his hair, not bothering to cover himself from the blonde man.

Rather than lie, Andrew just arched a brow. "Isn't it obvious. I wanted to see if you were a man," he said as if that made everything right. When in retrospect, he kind of looked like a pervert.

But let's not go into technicalities now.

Andrew found himself on the other side of a long blank look from the short demon. Before finally the demon turned away as if what he was staring at wasn't even important.

"You're kind of stupid, but the pretty ones usually are." Hiei said with a shake of his head, before finally wrapping the towel around his body. Exiting the bathroom, he takes one last glance at the man.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean," Andrew barked, following the man down the hallway and into Kuwabara's room.

"It means that for a pretty man, you are pretty stupid as well. No wonder you and Kuwabara are in a pod, isn't that what you humans call it?" Hiei asked, dropping the towel on the floor. Hiei rifled through the dresser to pull out some trousers, which he had to tie around himself, even though they still slipped off his waist, along with a large t shirt which was probably a small on the Oaf.

Andrew had the decency to look away - a small flush tinting his cheeks an undignified pink. Looking at the fire demon dress himself in ridiculously oversized clothes was one thing. Watching said demon climb in bed and stare at him with unblinking eyes was another story entirely. Located on page 35...just in case anyone was wondering.

"Do you need clothes," Andrew asked, because no self-respecting person would wear something three times too big unless they really didn't have anything else to wear.

"No these fit perfectly," Hiei drawled getting into a comfy position which involved a few pillows, a remote and laying down on his belly.. It was almost 3 o clock. Shifting into a position where his penis wasn't being completely smashed, Hiei fixed the human with a long drawn out stare.

"The last time I ever think of being nice to a good for nothing demon," Andrew growled out. Running his hands through his hair he shook his head. Counting to 7 he glanced down at the demon, who was staring at him rather impatiently.

"What?" he asked.

Andrew briefly wondered why he was standing inside Kuwabara's room allowing himself to be degraded in such a fashion. The stupid brat had no tact and no class at all, but he was the fool standing there.

And the sickening idiot just kept staring at him.

"Forget this. I'm going to take a nap," he muttered slowly exiting the room.

As soon as he was gone, Hiei turned on the large flat screen that awaited him. Ah yes, there was nothing like watching " A Pretty Penny. Sondra and Manni's tale" to brighten up his day.

Andrew smiled as the timer went off seconds before he opened the oven. He had already made the rice and cut the vegetables. All that was necessary was to put it all together.

Hiei sat in the living room staring out the windows at nothing in particular. This house was surrounded by trees. And even with his eyesight, he couldn't see past the thickets of the rustling green leaves.

But...Hiei wasn't really staring at the trees. He was waiting to see Kuwabara come up that pathway that led to the front porch like the Idiot always did when coming home from his football practice and whatever else it was that he did.

However, there was nothing there, only the rustling trees. There was no mane of orange hair or the idle grey eyes that saw him sitting on the sofa to surprise Hiei and for the first time in a long while, Hiei was left utterly confused.

"Hey," Andrew said coming to lean against the entryway. A fine eyebrow arched as he watched the demon sit on his sofa and stare out of the window.

Andrew had no interest in talking with the demon, but the frown that marred his face was enough to make him reconsider.

"I made dinner," Andrew tried, letting the awkwardness prevail for a few moments as he waited for the demon to speak.

It took awhile but finally the demon glanced at him.

"Did that Idiot say something to you today before he left for class?" he asked, resting his head back against the sofa.

Andrew paled, cursing Kazuma for leaving him to deal with this.

"There was no school today," Andrew told him. Looking down at the ground, he missed Hiei's jerky nod.

"I see," Hiei mumbled, his frown growing deeper as a hard cold glare settled over his features.

All the while Andrew was left standing there. A feeling of dread washed over him.

"Yuusuke, please talk to me," Kurama begged from the other side of the bathroom door. After their little stumble, Kurama was forced to tell Yuusuke why he and Yomi were arguing in the first place. Brown orbs stared up at him with an unreadable expression before Yuusuke glared at Kurama and trudged off to the bathroom where he's remained for the past five minutes.

"Yuusuke, be reasonable. You know I can break down this door if necessary," Kurama yelled, hoping he wouldn't have to. He was already causing unnecessary attention to himself for talking to a door. He wasn't looking to add on to that.

"Kurama, let the boy go. It's obvious he needs time to himself."

Yomi, the cause of all this said in that tone that always said he was right when Kurama was wrong. Oh how the tables have turned.

Whirling around, green eyes blazing in barely concealed rage, Kurama leered up at the blind man across the hall, who stood so calm with Shura clutching tightly at his hand.

"You bastard! How can you say such a thing, knowing full well that you started this entire mess," Kurama accused, not leaving his position but desperately wanting to just punch Yomi in the face.

"Don't talk about my father like that," Shura yelled, stepping closer to Kurama only to be pulled back by the hand he still held.

Kurama barely spared the boy a glance, turning all his fury on Yomi.

"Now, now Kurama. I would think that even you knew better than to blame your misfortunes on someone who was only...looking out for the best interest of demon world. Had you have told the boy earlier, instead of following him around like a puppy, this would have never happened."

"I do not follow him around," Kurama argued. There was so much to do and he wasn't thinking rationally at all. Kurama knew what he was doing was foolish. Allowing himself to be riled up by emotions were something lower class demons and humans did. Not something Kurama would do.

But for Kurama, it was always Yomi. Yomi who struck fear into his heart. Yomi who made him rethink his plans. It was Yomi who made him too angry to think clearly.

Why didn't he just die all those centuries ago!

"Oh but you do Kurama," Yomi tutted, dropping Shura's hands to slip his hands into the pockets of his slacks. "Shura, go outside and play. Me and Kurama have a few things that needs to be discussed."

"But FATHER!" Shura protested, pink eyes ablaze in shock and defiance.

Yomi tilted down, almost as if he was looking at his son. "Shura..."Yomi said, a slight frown marring his face.

Shura sighed. Looking down at his shoes, he nodded before walking off dejected.

"You didn't have to do that Yomi," Kurama said, watching the boy turn onto the next hall before facing him. "Our conversation is done. Go back to your son while I talk to Yuusuke." Kurama turned away from the taller man. Glancing at his watch, he sighed. The meeting had already started and no doubt they were wondering where Yuusuke and Kurama were.

"Not so fast Kurama," Yomi muttered, sauntering over to close the distance between them.

He never cared for his height; height didn't matter when fighting or making decisions. And he always knew that in this form Yomi was taller than him, but did he have to stand directly behind him? Kurama ignored the way his body stiffened at the feel of warmth the taller demon was emitting.

"Yomi," Kurama bit out, trying to keep his voice from rising. Trying to channel his Yoko side. "Go back to your son now while I talk to Yuusuke."

"And if I refuse?"

"I really don't want to start a fight with you Yomi. I need to talk to Yuusuke."

"And if Yuusuke refuses?" Yomi prompted.

"Why does it matter to you!" Kurama growled, turning to face the man.

Yomi said nothing. Just tilted his head at Kurama as if he could see him through his closed lids.

"Kurama, you're not even trying to think this through. It's as though you don't realize that you have that child the Makai in your hands. He is our King...a child, Kurama. And you follow blindly because he's your friend. The Yoko Kurama I knew was a leader. And right now all I see is Shuichi, a human boy who has no right to make this decision. If you open up the gates, all we will have is chaos.

And you agree with me every step of the way. You want to tell that child to stop with his...optimistic outlook and face the real world."

"Yuusuke is not a child," Kurama growled, defending the man. Yomi shook his head a small sigh escaping his lips.

"He doesn't understand, Kurama! He wasn't born there, he didn't see what we saw. All he knows is this place that he rules over." Yomi growled, his voice rising with every passing second until his breaths came out in harsh pants.

"Yomi," Kurama paused. He couldn't really explain this one. For the first time in a long time, Kurama was out of words.

Turning away from the blind man, Kurama sighed. Yomi didn't need to tell him that he was following Yuusuke blindly. He knew it; he had always known that for some reason, it was hard not to follow Yuusuke.

"I know I have been incredibly stupid for the past few months. But Yomi, you know how it is when you're around Yuusuke, it makes you WANT to see things his way. Even if his and Enki's plan has more holes in it than fishnet stocking, it's hard not to hope. I wanted today to go well. I wanted to be able to open the gates of demon world in the west. I want there to finally be peace between our worlds. Yomi, don't you want that too?" Kurama asked, looking up at the man.

For a moment, Yomi didn't move. He didn't say anything. He just stood there. A small frown adorning his pale lips. And his head tilted as if he was actually looking at Kurama.

"Just because I want it, doesn't mean I can have it. If demon world isn't fully unified how can you unify demons with another world entirely? If that young boy hasn't unified all of demon world, then trying to unify this world with ours will only lead him to despair." Yomi had a way of pulling others to his side as well, Kurama noticed. He never did quit being Yomi's advisor, simply took a leave. But now look at him. Allowing his ex-king to advise him.

What use was he?

"Don't despair Kurama. I'm not trying to convince you that the child is wrong. Rather he is ill timed. Perhaps if you two were to call off this meeting and go back to demon world to readjust your plans a bit then you can try to open the gates again."

"You know, Kurama, he's got a point."

Whirling around, Kurama came face to face with Yuusuke. A very, very, very unkempt Yuusuke.

His tie wasn't even tied, all his buttons on his jacket was unbutton, his collar wasn't in place and his shirt wasn't tucked in.

It was...kind of hot.

"There's a reason I want you Kurama."

Where was this conversation going again?

"I mean, I have no idea what I'm doing. Instincts are what rule me, remember? That's why I need you here, to stop me from doing stupid things. Like causing wars and destroying lives."

Kurama decided there was a problem when Yomi and Yuusuke agreed on something.

"Yuusuke...I didn't mean to -

"I know Kurama, I think maybe that hit did knock a few screws loose if you're not thinking 15 steps ahead."

Kurama smiled.

"Yes...I think you are correct."

The silence that passed over them wasn't one that was awkward, it was kind of welcomed. Kurama was tired of talking. Especially about the fate of the worlds. To think, in the Ningenkai they were probably the worst politicians ever.

"Well...not trying to ruin the moment, but could you let me out of the bathroom. All this standing close to each other is pretty gay," Yuusuke grumbled, lightly pushing the Red head away. Only to collide into Yomi's chest.

Rubbing his nose, Yuusuke let a small growl pass between his lips before he stepped pass the much taller man.

Kurama gave a small chuckle at the sound of "Gay goat demon," before Yuusuke said something about going to spar with Shura.

It was only the two of them left in the small hallway now. Kurama knew that even though Yuusuke had agreed quite easily, they weren't really done here. There was the matter of dealing with the meeting that they were late to.

"You know you could have moved, Yomi. Now he thinks you're gay," Kurama told him, slipping his hands into his pockets. He supposed he should just head over and deal with the crowd- barely acknowledging Yomi trailing after him.

"Heh," Yomi chuckled, "Now, now Kurama, it was all in jest."

Kurama nodded absently. One day, Yomi was going to get punched - in jest mind you.

"Besides," Yomi continued, "It's not like he's far from the truth."

Kurama tripped. Green eyes widened in surprise, he turned to look at the blind man, who was calmly walking past him. A small smile on his lips as he did.

Quickly straightening up, Kurama shook his head. What was wrong with him? Of course he knew that!

...Oh yea...he knew all about it.

It was a week before Andrew noticed something was wrong. Not because Kazuma hadn't returned- because he still believed he would- but that demon of his, Hiei, actually allowed him to buy clothes for him. Not everyone could look at such a small demon swimming in clothes 3 sizes too big and think it was just the "cutest" thing.

Now to top it all off, the demon had taken to walking him home.

Every single day! It was really creepy the first time he noticed the demon. For one, he had no sense of fashion! Who wore washed out jeans with a red silk button up?

But that really wasn't what made him realize that something was wrong. And by wrong he meant terrible...not creepy, like Hiei normally was.

It started with a broken window.

Then it was blood on his floor. None of which belonged to Hiei.

And when Andrew tried to confront him on it, Hiei would never say what happened. He would just clean it up and go back to sleep.

Which he had been doing a lot lately. Skipping meals in favor of sleeping. That was never a good sign. Especially when he's pregnant! Didn't he know that that was bad for the baby!

But Andrew was aware of the see no evil speak no evil policy and let it go. He was a demon after all. These weird tendencies to make Andrew want to kick his ass was just that. Plots to make Andrew want to kick his ass.

It was three days later that Andrew was woken up roughly. Blearily opening his eyes, he went to figure out what was going on.

He wished he had never opened them.

It was blue, a murky blue with big yellow orbs that glared at him. It stood at the foot of his bed. Horns protruded at every angle of its face. And in its mouth lay the sharpest, pointiest teeth Andrew had ever seen. Sticking at least 4 inches from its mouth.

Mouth slack, eyes wide, Andrew felt his heart constrict painfully in his chest.

Its mouth opened, showing a large prickled tongue licking against its row of pointy teeth.

Andrew yelped as he felt a sharp tug at his ankle. Like razors pulling at his legs. Oh no! Trying to pull away only brought more pain, and before he knew it. He was being dragged off his bed.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

...

A brief second went by where nothing happened. Andrew felt his head hit the night stand painfully and the creature seemed shocked that Andrew could scream. But that second was over to soon before Andrew was thrown across the wall. The creature toppling on top of him.

Rank breath was exhaled onto his face, he almost gagged against it, but the shaping feel of his pajama bottoms being pulled away held him back.

Andrew went into a compulsive panic bucking away from the thing as fast as he could. His hands scrambled to find something to help him get away.

But the thing was relentless, the sharp punctures of claws in his hips made him dizzy with pain. His strength was fading and his body was being tamed by the hands of this thing! It wasn't long before he knew he would die.

And then he gripped something. Thin and sharp, it would do. Not stopping from his feeble attempts, Andrew drew the object into the creature's eye as hard as he could.

The beast let out a loud howl that shook Andrew's body to the point where he couldn't move as the creature clutched its eye and howled louder and louder.

He felt the wall in his face before he saw it.

A wail of pain escaped his mouth as his nose was crushed.

He couldn't breathe through his nose anymore!

Moaning softly, Andrew ignored the blinding pain in his shattered nose to grab against at the thin piece of glass that was stained in blood. Unhesitating, he crushed the glass into the thing's other eye.

The howl it let loose was louder than the one before. But Andrew didn't let himself be affected. Bucking before the thing could hit him again, he kicked the thing as far away as humanly possible before stumbling to his feet. Throwing the door to his room open, Andrew found himself, bounding across the hall into Kazuma's room. Surely Hiei had heard that?

He wasn't prepared for what he saw.

Hiei bound unto the ground, his blood pooling around his tiny frame as a demon that looked like the one who had attacked Andrew, buried itself into Hiei's body.

My god... he thought as Hiei remained unresponsive to his own rape.

The demon didn't even notice that Andrew was there. Too busy with his pleasure to take notice of the human.

Andrew heard the harsh padded footsteps and slamming the door before he even thought about what he was doing. Locking it, Andrew whimpered.

Oh great, you locked yourself in with another demon. Yes Andrew, you're so smart.

It was the grunts that brought him away from his thoughts.

He stared at the oblivious creature, refusing to look at a most likely dead Hiei.

He never really liked the demon, but no one deserved this!

And there it was. Hiei's sword, carelessly abandoned by its owner on the floor across the room.

He wasn't thinking when he leapt towards it. Finally snapping the grotesque demon out of Hiei, the thing let out a shrill scream of anger. But it was too late for the demon.

As soon as Andrew had a hold of the long blade, he swung with all his might.

It hit the demon right between the nose, slicing through it like it was bread.

Half of its head was rolling on the floor.

Andrew watched as its mouth twitched, before the body collapsed on the floor besides Hiei.

It was with broken gasps for air that Andrew walked over to the dead body of Hiei.

Slipping onto the floor beside the demon, Andrew kicked their intruder away and pulled the smaller body towards him.

He would have cried if he could, because no one deserved this. Trailing the claw marks that adorned the demon's face, Andrew wondered, idly, when he would die. And if he didn't how would he tell Kazuma that...that Hiei was dead.

And where the fuck was Kazuma anyways!

How could he just pack up and leave them like this? He had to have known this would happen! And yet he left them!

"Kazuma, you bastard, I hate you so much right now!" Andrew screamed, cradling the slack head to him. It was the least he could do in their final moments. "You left us! You fucking bastard, you left us to die," he cried, tears falling from his eyes.

He didn't know why he was crying, it wasn't going to help him breath.

He didn't know how hard he was holding onto Hiei until he felt the soft push of a hand against his elbow.

For a moment, Andrew felt his heart shrivel at the thought of the ugly demon actually being alive. But that hand was too small and too soft to belong to that thing.

Pulling away, Andrew felt his heart soar.

Blood red eyes blinked up in pain.

"You're not helping," was his soft growl.

Andrew had never felt so much relief in his life.

"I wasn't trying," he chuckled, crying harder at the pain in his face.

That was when he heard it. The stomping of something coming up the stairs...and it wasn't just one thing. It was a lot.

Howls ripped through the air and Andrew stood. Blade in hand he looked around the room. They could always hide in the closet.

In fact that was a brilliant idea.

Grabbing Hiei as gently as he could, he nodded towards the closet. It had a strong sturdy door and could lock from the inside.

He couldn't thank his father more for being so thoughtful when creating this house.

"I doubt it will hold them," Hiei muttered, but allowed himself to be dragged into the clothes.

At that moment, walking was not an option.

"It'll due. I would rather not be torn to shreds just yet," Andrew growled out, shuffling dirty and sweaty laundry out of the way in favor of letting Hiei lay on them.

The pounding of the door caught him off guard. He saw the wood crack and splinter and knew it wasn't going to last.

He was slamming the door and locking it as soon as the entrance door was blown off its hinges.

Whimpering, Andrew sunk to the floor, sword in his hand. He had no real idea on how to use, but he was planning to at least impale a few demons before dying.

"If they break through Hiei, I think I'll try and kill you so...you won't be around if they try to...you know," Andrew whispered, trying to calm his harsh pants.

He could hear the howls of those things. It was probably the blind one that was making all the noise because he highly doubted anything could be heard from that sound.

"Andrew," Hiei called softly, as the shuffling continued around the room. Both paused at the sound of something hitting the door.

Hearts beating wildly for frozen seconds before finally they realized what hit the door. It had to have been the bed.

"Yes," Andrew whispered, wanting nothing more than for this to be a bad dream. In the morning, Andrew would get up, make breakfast and go to school. Hiei would probably watch some teen dramas and they would walk home together to argue over cleaning and food. And maybe, just maybe Hiei would finally understand how to use that washing machine. Oh please let this be a dream.

"Were they demons? ...The ones that raped you."

It was as if the world had gone silent, the howls and thumping going on a few feet away wasn't just the sound of the TV buzzing as Andrew gaped at Hiei.

"Yes," he murmured, tearing his eyes away.

He was going to die, so what did it matter if Hiei knew?

"I see," was all he said, before he too looked away.

It felt like hours had passed, the howling continued and so did the shuffling. Andrew could tell there was more than one demon, but he didn't know how many. It was probably better that he didn't know.

"That's the first time I've ever heard you call me Andrew," Andrew said. It felt like he had been sitting there for hours. The cloudiness that surrounded Hiei's eyes said he thought the same.

A moment passed between the two of them, before Hiei smiled.

"Yes...I guess so."

And then he fell silent. Head lolling to the side, his eyes open only partially.

Andrew wasn't aware that he was crying until he felt the bed against the door move. Bracing the sword tighter in his hands, Andrew turned it towards Hiei. Hiei glanced at him, before nodding.

Andrew nodded back. Whispering out a silent apology, just as the sound of the bed hitting a wall rebounded through the room. Closing his eyes for just a second, he started counting. It didn't really matter what happened to him.

It wasn't like he could explain to Kazuma how this happened, even if he did live.

1...

The sound of the handle jiggling.

2...

The sound of silence.

3...

Andrew paused unsure of what was going on. Well it wasn't like he should wait and see. Tilting the blade up towards Hiei's chest, All he had to do was push and pierce his heart. Drawing the blade back, Andrew got ready to say the last number.

4... The sound of locks turning didn't stop him. Drawing the blade fully, he pushed with all his might, ready to end it all for Hiei and his child.

"Thank you," was the faint whisper that was given to him as he felt the blade pierce flesh.

The light from the moon cast over him and Andrew could see it through closed lids. A beautiful full moon out tonight. Unbidden by the chaos that flows around it.

"Now you, my pretty little friend, has got some mighty big balls to actually try to kill my heir."

Andrew opened his eyes. He hadn't expected a voice. He hadn't expected anything at all.

It was a woman standing where Hiei should have been, the sword protuding from her stomach that was leaking blood. Yet she looked undisturbed. Behind her sat Hiei. Back pressed against the farthest wall. His blood eyes wide in shock.

"Mukuro," he breathed out.

The orange haired woman craned her neck at the man behind her. She smirked.

"Yo," she said to him.

Because that what you say to someone who expected death.

Hiei said nothing after that, closing his eyes, he promptly passed out.

Deciding that for the time being he could live another night, Andrew followed his lead.

Yo...wazzup. Was that...Idk...unexpected. Yea...Well I had hope it was. 25 pages apparently. I doubt it, but Mintjellyfish says 25. So I gotta believe him.