Here is an original (I hope at least) story from yours truly about two worlds (Or four if we're being technical) colliding where the threat of war causes problems of all kinds that brings two different sets of heroes to come together as each side learn new lessons that had been long forgotten, or never expected to learn at all.

This story also comes with an interesting personal twist: It's an alternate sequel my book which is still as of yet to be completed.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own them in reality, but they are one of the best group of friends I have in this universe. (or any characters that belong to any other show which I do not own)

NOTE: The beginning takes place in America but the school setting is similar to that of Japan's but the classrooms have no hallway windows.

Warning: Rated T mostly for blood and partial cursing that isn't censored (and epicness!).

The flippin computer wouldn't get the title right so I have to tell you here it's called 'The Hero/ine of Auora' BIG DIFFERENCE.

AND SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO...LET THE STORY BEGIN!

The Hero/ine of Auora

My heart (in a manner of speaking), leaped into my throat and I bit back a startling cry. Shivers lathered my back and I somehow stopped myself from jumping to the ceiling. After a few quick calming breaths, I glare over my shoulder that spoke along the lines of 'What the bloody heck do you want?' at the pest grinning at me like a clown.

I bristle even more when he drapes a heavy arm over my shoulders and it took every cell of my being not to throw the bloody tosser out the second floor window. "Hey there squirt." Oh great. As if being called that annoying nickname by my teacher wasn't enough.

I wasted no time slipping off the fleshy scarf and proceeded to dust myself off of any germs (COOTIES!) that transferred. "Please don't call me that, Urameshi. It's annoying." I told him bluntly.

"Aww come on." He whines pitifully but with a mocking grin. "Don't be like that. I think it suits you perfectly." he punches me lightly on the shoulder and it took two seconds before a jolt of realization suddenly hits me like a lightning bolt. It couldn't be... I look at him with slightly wide eyes at the possibility. Could it?

"Urameshi?"

He stops smiling and looks at me confused, suddenly aware of my change of attitude. "What?"

Might as well ask him outright. "Did you have something to do with the two captains being hospitalized?" I fold my arms, meaning serious business and raised a curious yet stern eyebrow for good measure. Any show of weak display and no doubt he would walk all over me.

He swishes his head to one side with a scowl, not liking my blunt confrontation I guess. "Maybe." then he peers from the corner of his eye with a squint of curiosity. "...And what if I did?"

I knew it. I groan inwardly. He really wasn't kidding when he said he would knock a few heads, or in this case crack a few bones, if I was so much to be touched by a fingernail. He's like the over protective older brother/father in the family trying to protect his little sister/daughter I never got (and was glad for it frankly). Just the image of the idea gave me the creeps.

I fingered my newly aching temple. "Why?"

His scowl deepens and directs it at me fully. "What kind of stupid question is that?"

I shoot him a dead fish look back. A question that needs clarifying. "Are you going to answer or not?" I retorted simply. And few students walk by and Urameshi's eyes follow them warily. I tap my foot impatiently, wanting to get this conversation over with. I was already late thanks to him.

"I beat their bleep because I felt like it." he finally said then blinks as he looks around as though an annoying bee was buzzing around his head. "Do you hear that?"

"No." I winced internally and hoped he doesn't figure out it's because of me. I better alter the spell before that happens. What's a few curse words here and there? "But back to my question. Why?" I pressed. He was obviously avoiding the question and I was not going to let walk away without telling me.

Clearly he knew this too and growls out. "Why the bleep do you need to know?" he blinks owlishly and spins in circles glaring holes at the ceiling. "Seriously, where the bleep is that coming from?"

"Your ears must be ringing, because I don't hear anything." I waved it off nonchalantly, praying I wasn't sweating bullets and played it off by crossing my arms and relaxed on the wall, brushing off his irate attitude aside as I faced off with him. There was enough time to drag this on until I got my answer. "I'm asking because I want to know if this involves me in any way. Now stop dodging the question and tell me the truth Urameshi before I get very angry." Not that I would, but I needed to say something to get it out of him.

His lips pursed to a thin line, contemplating his answer. "They bleep me off."

It wasn't hard to guess what he said so I responded appropriately. "How?"

He was silent for another moment. "...I make it my job to beat the living crap out of anyone that bleep me."

I tilt my head curiously. I thought his job was to capture me and take me prisoner? On another note, why can't he put his pride away for two seconds and admit he did it for me? Still...that was oddly nice of him. Though a tad bit extreme for my tastes.

"And what did they do exactly?" I said while pouring sugary honey sweetness with a dash of bitter impatience into every word. He could sense the poisoned dessert incoming and was now sweating bullets.

"Uh..."

My voice took on a demonic tone and creepy tendrils radiated off my person. "Ura-"

"I saw them come after you okay!" he bursts out, panting ragged breaths like the secret just exploded out of his lungs and tore through his throat. "You expect me to just stand there like a stupid sign post and let them cream you?"

Bout time he fessed up. I roll my eyes at the steaming boy. He's not even my brother and he's already taking over the role like it's his duty. I'd think it was sweet if I wasn't such a sociopath most of the time. Plus there was the self proclaimed (though not in many words as they were men of action) surrogate brothers back in the other world. I've already mentioned how that played out with all the other women. "Thank you for your consideration, but I told you I can handle it. This isn't the first time I've dealt with bullies and I doubt this would be the last." It's not like I haven't faced worse. Compared to the real competition, it would be a fight like an ant vs. an elephant.

However, Urameshi didn't know my capabilities and circumstances so he was wasn't very believing. "From what I've seen, you sure don't look like you've got a leash on things."

I close my eyes and breath through my nose. "For the last time. Please stay out of it and leave me alone." I leave him there and head on inside to sit at my desk before class begins.

But as I entered the room, the atmosphere grew tense and strained like a rubber band stretch to the point it would snap if pulled a smidgen more. Everyone in the room was staring at me with different emotions ranging from fear, to caution, to anger like I was some dangerous wild animal. Or a freak.

It's not like I blame them. If it weren't for that declaration Urameshi made, none of them would be the wiser. I displayed no reaction to their open hostility and took my place at the back of the room. A few still glared my way as though itching to say something nasty while the others went on with their chatter like I wasn't there. Or talk even more behind my back, or again in this case, in front of me with their backs in my face.

When I thought about what might have happened to my pursuers compared to what I observed of Urameshi's street fighting style, I deeply felt sorry for them. It sounded like he could have gone easier on the poor guys rather than to go as far as to bedridden them.

I wonder what happened to the others. I haven't seen fairy boy or basket hoop Hilter yet today and was worried Urameshi had gotten them too.

Turns out they were waiting for the right time to jump me.

It was the last hour of the day and I was tasked with delivering a few science materials for my biology teacher when a pair of arms as thick as my thigh locked under my armpits while another, less dainty than mine, scooped the box of microscopes out of my hands before they tumbled all over the floor. "Hey! What the-"

A black-gloved hand covered my mouth and my eyes met vivid green as he held a calm finger to his lips. My eyes flew open. Oh my-. Arthur? What's he doing here? And who the holy grail is behind me? I said nothing as asked, but I did struggle out my captor's grasp until he (no girl could have muscles like those) deemed it appropriate to release me. I back away instantly and almost reeled when I saw the sergeant of the Lindsey Brigade stiff lock straight in attention, natural waves of intimidation and an air of command rolling off him like a constant draft. Arthur stands off to the side next to the boy (man) built like a brick wall.

"What do you want?" I ask defensively, working to discern their motives before they bothered to speak. "If this is Lindsey's doing again-"

"It's not!" My ex-(not so quite) friend interrupted hastily, then blushes a faint pink when I looked at him and mutters softly, "I assure you. This isn't an order from her. We want a talk with you."

I regard them with calculating eyes and sensed no foul play (despite the German's, who's name still escaped me, silent yet scary disposition) and gradually eased up a few inches. "Alright then." I sigh out, and they visibly relaxed (the German's shoulders weren't so tense so I assumed he was actually worried) as though they were saved from elimination in a game show. "But did you have to grab me like that?" I glance at said German.

At least he had the decency to look away. Though out of embarrassment or annoyance, I couldn't tell.

"We thought you would run without hearing us out."

I deadpanned the Englishman who spoke in his stead. "Ye of little faith in me huh?"

He blushes again. "My apologies. After what happened yesterday, I wasn't sure..."

"If I would believe anything you would say and think it was all a trap to do me in?"

He nods numbly. "We truly are sorry. Aren't we, Ludwig?" So that's his name. Surprisingly, his partner really did look sorry enough for me to see before sealing his emotional side a blink later. "Jah." His accent as thick as Arthur's. I suppose that means yes.

I rub my head and groan a little. "Well you were half right. I'd listen, but whether it'd be a ploy to get me to come quietly or whatever is up to me to decide. I'm not always quick to assume you know."

"So you will hear us out?" he beams like I was some angel of hope.

I shrug almost reluctantly. He may have betrayed me even if he had no choice, but I can't turn my back from a cry for help. "So what is that you wanted to talk to me about?"

This is where it got a little funny. His faint blush magnified more times than a microscope's highest setting and steam practically fumed off the top of his head. "Our situation is quite complicated. We were-."

"HEY!" We all jumped and saw Yusuke plowing down the hall straight for us with a murderous look suitable for a demon. I swear that greaser had the worst timings to go and pop up out of nowhere like you see in movies.

I quickly look back to the two, panic flashing my features as apparently we all shared (Ludwig just paled). "You guys better get out of here. If you're really in trouble as you say you are, news can't get around about you simply chatting with me, otherwise your mistress" They scowled in disgust when I said that. "will catch wind of this."

When I looked over their shoulders to see how much farther Yusuke was, I was surprised once again when Arthur harshly yanked me up by the collar, his glowing scowl catching me way off guard and left me speechless. Only one coherent thought got through as I went over everything that happened.

Huh?

And when he pulled me close until we were nose to nose, my confusion doubled when he secretly slipped a piece of paper into my hand and whispers quickly into my ear, "This is the hospital Antonio and Alfred are in. One of them will tell you the story." His eyes suddenly looked so sad and hooded but since his face was hidden by mine, I knew Yusuke wouldn't be able to make out the expression.

Seeing that look made me realize that his scowl from before wasn't directed at me, but at himself. This was an act. I didn't lose him after all. Any traces of my surprise transformed to sympathy as I continued to listen to his soft, accented words. "I am so sorry for everything. The last thing I wanted was for you to get hurt. I could never forgive myself if that happened. In a way, as horrible as it may sound, I'm glad you're not the one who ended up in the hospital. So I really should be thanking that Japanese Yankee." at my raised eyebrow he said, "It could only be him. He did claim to protect you." he scowled as if the word was dipped in acid. He backs up a bit and glances to the side then back at me. "We will talk again when the timing is more appropriate. Wait until school is over and find out the truth."

I will. I relayed my message through my eyes and knew he understood.

At his nod I was relieved. All that was left was to get out of this sticky situation without tipping off Urameshi. I look to Arthur, silently asking what to do now. I wasn't sure what to expect, but tossing me to the side like a rag doll was not one of them. I would've fallen hard if Yusuke hadn't caught me from behind in time. A growl rumbled from his chest, and I looked up in time to see what could only be the legendary delinquent of the British Isles standing before me in all his former glory.

His magical green eyes dulled to a sickly shade that would make any stomach curl worse than the plague that claimed more than half of Europe in one fell swoop. A heartless face who would could smile like the King of Hearts and say 'Off with his head' with no remorse and mount it on his mantle like some trophy. It's just everything about him screamed dangerous on a whole different level that scared me more than Ludwig did.

Here, let me explain it another way: If the German were a Doberman, then the Englishman was a lion.

And this king of beasts roared with great intimidation and demand of the highest respect. His intimidating presence would've choked the life out of me if I was any lesser than what I was. Legs would buckle, throats would struggle to utter a sound, and every spec of animal instinct capable within human minds would cry to run, only to remain frozen on the spot to be castrated or spared from a merciless attack. And for one second I dared to experience fear of the boy.

"Pathetic." His face transformed to a sick, twisted version of the kind gentleman who was close to bursting red gush from two seconds ago. A layer of darkness descends across his his face enshrouding the good. "Why do you bother protecting such a weakling like her? She has no sex-appeal, nor in any field to be attractive to anyone's notice. Surely even your standards are not that low."

A small pang hit inside me but I didn't notice. His words. I don't know why but his words disturbed me. I always knew I didn't have the 'it' look boys gawk at. Heck, I boasted about it, if not mostly to myself, because it meant no one would pursue me. I wouldn't have to deal with annoying relationships and back-handed secrets, the lies, the actual truth of what it means to be together at such a young age. It was happier that way. So why is it that hearing from someone else about what I've been telling myself happily, bother me at all?

"But, I suppose it's only logical for low-class to buddy with low-class." he smoothed his hair in a way that would make any tomboy gag and leveled a warning finger at us, mainly me. "So here's some fair warning, if you dare cross us again, I promise your arse that you won't have your mutt to come and save you next time worthless whore. (insert shock from Yusuke and myself) Don't even think for one bloody second you are safe just because Alfred and Antonio are indisposed. Those two weaklings were too incompetent to handle such a simple job. I won't make the same mistake." he barks coldly, a cruel glint in his eyes conveying his threat. But that was all surface. Deep within I can see the pain and sadness that was hurting him, tearing a piece of his soul as he spat those words. That's the price of becoming an actor. In order to fool the crowd, you have to convince your friends first.

Envious green went opaque and the windows to his inner self was shielded from my sight. "Come on Ludwig." He gripped the handle of his rogue Union Jack backpack by the handle with one hand right over his shoulder. "I'm sick of standing close to these pests. If I breathe in any more air around them I might just catch a disease." He turned tail as did Ludwig (who remained neutral the whole time though that was a lie as well) and sauntered away with an air of superiority not unlike Lindsey's walk.

Yusuke's grip tightens on my shoulders and I could hear his teeth grinding next to my ear. "I'll kill them."

Panic swiftly rises once more as I willed my secret allies to hurry out of here. Yusuke pulls me up gently but his sniper eyes were still gunning at the two figures as he moved me aside and makes his way in a sort of crouched way that would have been funny if his face hadn't looked like Hiei's after I insulted his egotistical pride during our first encounter on the job. When his eyes hit the light, I could have sworn it wasn't the sun causing his eye color to bleed to tinted amber. And I definitely knew it had nothing to do with the faint tribal style tattoo marks painting his face and .

Before I could think of what to make of it, I dart and coil a vice grip on his arm. He whiplashes to look at me with that heated glare but more out of frustration than anger. "What are you doing?" his voice was more gravely than his usual tone.

I fixed a similar glare as more of a warning. "Don't."

"Are you deaf or something? He tossed you to the side like you were yesterday's newspaper and you just let them go?!" he tried to pull away, but I held firm even though I had a faint distinction he could easily break out of it if he tried. The only reason I could think of why was that he wanted me to hold him back so he wouldn't commit murder. I won't let him go berserk, not after the ones who needed the most help right now.

I hugged his arm tighter. "Please, Urameshi." This was pushing it even for me.

He paused at my plea. "Why?"

I look at him with a wordless answer.

He repeats again. "Why won't you let me help?" His subtle feature changes returned to normal and he looked so lost. He didn't understand why I would allow myself to get bullied in front of him and not to anything about it. Why?

"Because it's not worth it if you fight them." His face was still blank, so I sigh and say, "This is something I have to do on my own, otherwise I'll never get any real peace. I want to settle this on my own terms and feel satisfied no matter the outcome. If you were to fight in my stead, what would be the point in that?"

Clear understanding dawned on his face but his frown never left. "I get what you mean...but I still don't like it. There's two of them, one of you, and these guys aren't exactly packed with marshmallows. I may not be good at math but I'm pretty sure it doesn't equal a fair fight."

I shrug. "I've beaten the odds before. This is no different."

By a stroke of luck, the bell tolls and signified the end of the day including this conversation. "I have to go." I pick up the box of microscopes Arthur had laid aside during our talk earlier and left Urameshi in the pouring crowd before he could say anymore.

I apologize to the teacher for delivering the equipment so late and pull out the crumpled piece of paper from my pocket. It wasn't too badly crinkled and the words were eligible to make out.

'Sunrise Hospital'

The memory of Arthur's plea replays in my head. Find the truth. I curl the message of the location in a tight fist and look out the window at the tall, distant building standing like a tombstone ablaze before the setting sun's mirage. "Time to go pay them a visit."

Author's Note (READ IT)

Yes it's short but I still like it like this. And yes, I understand that it's been over a month since my last update, but I have to admit, I've been having it rough since I started college. Know why?

SIX...CLASSES.

That's why. The first week or two were not much trouble for me. You know, scoping out the campus and trying to meet new people that I can actually relate to. And by some miracle I found the ANIME CLUB and immediately joined up.

But of course...the assignments.

First week was piece of cake because I didn't bother much with the homework. There wasn't much but I also wasn't familiar with the type of work we had to do. So my default method was to put it off until I figured something.

Few weeks later...

SEVERAL READING RESPONSES NOT DONE. AN ESSAY FOR RHETORIC WHICH I ACTUALLY SUCK AT. TONS OF ONLINE PRE-CALCULUS HOMEWORK WHICH IS AN IMMENSE HEADACHE THAT I THOUGHT WAS A MYTH UNTIL RECENTLY. TWELVE PAGE RESEARCH PAPER FOR AMERICAN POLITICS THAT I HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO DO. LEARNING JAPANESE AND STUDYING FOR QUIZZES MY TEACHER THROWS US EVERY TWO CLASSES. WRITE, TURN-IN, AND ACT A MONOLOGUE AS WELL AS A CRITIQUE FOR ONE OF THE PLAYS AT THE UNIVERSITY FOR THEATER CLASS. REFLECTION PAPERS DUE EVERY WEEK FOR HONORS SEMINAR. NOT TO MENTION I FLUNKED THE TEST IN AMERICAN POLITICS AND PRE-CAL.

So yeah, there's that. Luckily I had anime, music, and this to keep some of my sanity intact and stable. Before this and most of the last chapter, the words were already written down a long time ago as I've once mentioned, so this actually took me some time to type out manually. So expect longer updates like this one for the next couple chapters until I get the story back on the track I had planned before these additions.

Oh and I plan to let you know which chapters I edit up on the summary from time to time, so check up on it occasionally.

I kinda wish the others were included in this chapter. We'll see. Maybe I'll think of something to add later on. I'll let you know.

Lastly, thank you SO much for those of you that reviewed in the time the last chapter came out. It really helped me to keep writing (mostly to remind me that a lot of you are waiting because any story updates registers on my phone) so I hope that you'll tell your friends and family about my story and keep sending me positive reinforcements. (believe me, I need them desperately)

See ya soon!