Summary:

Hiei trains Yona for the tournament. Rui and Shizuru get married. Koenma gets his just desserts for all the years he tormented Jorge the ogre.

Notes:

Warning: mention of attempted acquaintance rape, mention of alcohol use, and sexual content.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Over Yona's summer vacation, she and Hiei worked on polishing her fighting skills. Yona's relative inexperience in actual battle was a stumbling block. The dozen or so brutes Mukuro had gathered for Yona to cut her teeth on were much like the ones that she had pitted against Hiei: All offense and little defense, not much of a challenge for a speedy little fighter. At her age Hiei had already killed hundreds of demons who had pursued him attempting to steal his mother's tear. Yona's stable upbringing and gentler nature had deprived her of the vast experience he had had.

No matter. It was his duty as a father to provide, he would provide all the challenges necessary to get her tournament ready. It was good timing, as Yona no longer needed constant supervision Yarika had resumed her career and was perfectly content to let Hiei take her with him for the summer. She had gone abroad to film a new movie, some Japanese-American collaboration project.

Once a week Yona used Mukuro's interdimensional phone hookup to check in with her mother.

Yarika, taking a break by the hotel pool, picked up her cellphone. "Hey, Sunshine. How's training going?"

"Really good! Daddy is teaching me how to harness my demon power so I can work on making an attack all of my own."

"Is he now? I never got to that point with him, I just learned some sword techniques to put down the guy who killed your grandma so he couldn't hurt anyone else ever again." Fighting wasn't something Yarika enjoyed to the level the guys and Yona did, but she did see the value in it. "Is Mukuro treating you well?"

"Yeah, she's really cool." Mukuro had a hidden soft spot for young children. Yona was the same age she had been when she had escaped Chikou. Not that Mukuro wouldn't kill a child challenging her, but she wasn't unnecessarily cruel to them. One quality in a person didn't cancel out another. "How is the movie coming?"

"Good, but one of the actors is a real dick, his pal isn't much better. He thinks he has a shot with me, and I caught him abusing his assistants. He seems to think being a dick to women and low paid workers are qualities I like in a man. He makes your father look like a perfect gentleman." Yarika always treated her assistants well and had a particular loathing of those who did not. Hiei wasn't exactly nice but he was neither misogynistic or particularly assholish to lowly people just doing their jobs. He was an equal opportunity jerk.

"What a jerk. Don't let him get away with it!"

"I won't. Let me speak to your father. Don't forget to train hard!"

Hiei as usual wasn't very wordy on the phone. "Hey."

"Yona says you're teaching her to work on demon energy based attacks. So the physical training is up to snuff then?"

"Yes. She has killed every A-class fighter Mukuro lured over here. She can only ascend into S-class if she masters energy-based attacks."

"Sounds good. I sometimes wish I could do that, I have some particularly disgusting costars I wouldn't mind dispatching in a messy fashion. They seem to think I find womanizing assholes attractive and think they can get me into bed, they're getting increasingly frustrated. Last night they tried to get me drunk. Joke's on them, I outdrank them all since I metabolize alcohol too quickly. They can't even leave the bathroom today."

Hiei chuckled. Yarika was capable and clever and made herself look totally innocent while dealing with her malcontents. "Good. I can always do it and make it look like an accident for you." This was Hiei's version of innuendo.

Yarika caught that and answered in a more obviously flirtatious tone. "I might have to take you up on that, when you're not in another dimension. Train hard and give Mukuro my best, I'll talk to you later."

Hiei hung up the phone and turned to Yona. "You heard your mother. Time to train hard."

Hiei crossed his arms. "That was a pathetic attempt. Do it again."

Yona panted, trying to gather her demon energy again after her last weak attempt fizzled. She was having trouble manifesting it outside her body. Hanabito normally utilized theirs internally to manipulate their body chemistry, an ability which would be difficult to use in a heated battle. This was the biggest hurdle their kind had ascending to the heights of power.

Yona tried again, with similar results. Hiei groaned and shook his head, trying to remain patient. This was fairly easy for most demons. He had to remind himself that Yona was an entirely different species of demon and he may have to take a different approach with it.

"Let's try something different." Hiei got into fighting stance. "Perhaps it'll be easier if you're not thinking about it too hard. Brace yourself!" He flew at her, fist outstretched. Yona yelped as his fists made contact. She could take hits, but Hiei's speed meant that she had to really work to get a hit in between the blows.

Hiei's relentless blows did not cease, Yona was barely able to hit him back. As she got tired and bruised, her temper flared. She was not as temperamental as her parents, but when she got riled, she proved herself their child. Her fists began to glow and she dug her feet into the ground and swung at him. He leapt backwards, but not fast enough to avoid being hit dead-on by her demon energy.

Hiei landed. Within a minute, an almost forgotten sensation engulfed him. The same sick, dizzy feeling he'd felt the day he met Yarika, when her blood had hit his face and he'd been poisoned. Yona had at last manifested her demon energy externally, and it seemed to be an extension of her inborn abilities. It was like Chu's alcohol-fueled energy attack, she had poison mixed in with it.

"Well done," panted Hiei, collapsing.

"Daddy!" Yona raced over, pausing only to gather her energy to produce the antidote in her body the way she made poisons. She stuck two fingers into her mouth, coating them with the antidote, and proceeded to insert them into Hiei's mouth.

Hiei, having a stronger constitution than he had when he was in his mid teens, was awake for this. So that's how Yarika had cured him, he thought, as he felt the effects of the poison subside. Yona offered him a drink from a canteen. Hiei took it, remembering how a drink had helped him clear his head and his cotton mouth the last time he got poisoned. One of the reasons he was into Yarika was that she was capable of killing him. He found lethality an attractive quality, among others. Only a person capable of killing him could keep his interest. He was proud that their child was the same way.

Hiei smiled with approval. "If you can improve that attack, you'll easily clear the qualifying battle royale round and perhaps one or two of the versus rounds."

Yona beamed. "Really?"

Hiei nodded. "I just hope the matchups don't give you an extreme disadvantage. Plant demons are weak to both fire and ice attacks. Try not to let your opponents find out."

Yona's cheerfulness returned full force. "Okay!"

Hiei returned Yona more or less in the same state he had taken her away in. Yarika had completed filming her scenes and returned home, and greeted both with cheerfulness rivaling Yona's.

"Were you sorry to leave Hollywood, Mommy?"

"It was mostly fun, but I'm glad to be back home."

"Mostly?" asked Yona.

"One of those puffed-up dumbasses I had to work with declared their undying love for me while trying to drug my drink and another tried to get me to join the church of Xenology. Neither succeeded."

"What the hell is Xenology?" Hiei had heard of the major religions and some of the cults in all three realms, but not this one.

"This money-making cult dressed up as a religion based on some mediocre sci-fi book. It's big in Hollywood, mainly because they're a high concentration of people with far more money than sense. I wanted to tell him so badly that those so-called xenons supposedly plaguing us have nothing on the real flesh-and-blood demons roaming the human world, including the one he was talking to. Koenma would be pissed, though. We're supposed to keep up the charade for the benefit of normal humans."

Hiei grunted. "Human foolishness."

"You can say that again. So… how far did your training get?"

"We made good progress. Yona will be ready for the tournament in time. I have confidence that she will clean up the battle royale round and likely be able to win at least one round of the versus matches, depending on who she gets paired up with."

"Daddy says if I have to fight any of the former kings, just give up," said Yona.

"That's right. They're far too old and experienced for any young child to beat," said Hiei. "Even Shura who was created to fight was thrashed by Yomi, he would have died if he had not given up."

"Sounds good to me," said Yarika. "Oh, and I have news. My horrible grandparents are no more. Seems that they ate some tainted seafood while I was in America and I had to fly home for the funeral. Botan reaped 'em herself and she said that they went to one of the lesser hells for being racist, imperialist government war criminal sympathizing jerks. Koenma even told them off good before sending them as a favor to me, he knows I suffered under them. Good riddance. "

Hiei smirked. "Congratulations." He hated Yarika's grandparents, they were horrible even by his standards, though not near as horrible as the Black Black Club. He had heard Tarukane went to a nasty hell along with his little club for what he had done to Yukina and others, although it was not the worst one, the one younger Toguro had gone to. Hiei had felt a bit cheated on that front but let it go.

With the death of Fujimiya elders, the ownership of the family estate was now solely Kenji's. Yarika and Kenji made arrangements to have the place fixed up, although they were unsure what they wanted to do with it afterward. A well kept modest but comfortable house was more their style than a somewhat dilapidated sprawling traditional house with large overgrown grounds. The allowance Kenji had spent on his parents kept the house in enough repair to live in and enough people to help them, but most of the grounds had gone to seed.

The trio of Fujimiyas plus Rui, who now felt much better, went to take inventory of the house and grounds while they waited for the contractor. Yona happily went off to do some training.

Yarika pursed her lips, taking in the estate. She'd always hated coming here, but their ancestral home was picturesque by most yardsticks. "Before we decide to sell or not, maybe we can give Shizuru and Rui a bit of a do it yourself wedding. I mean, look at this place, it will be nice enough when it's spruced up. What say you, Rui?"

Rui went pink. "We could do that here?" Shizuru hadn't formally asked, but she had declared to her mother that she intended to live with her and raise the baby together. Shizuru's father had offered to adopt Rui into the Kuwabara family, so that she could go on their family register; He had meant what he had said about wanting Rui as a daughter. It was a bit of a workaround some same sex couples used, although more commonly exploited by families who adopted their son in law.

"Sure. It won't be legally recognized here, but who needs a piece of paper to say that you love each other and want to be together for life?"

Rui rubbed her belly where her daughter was growing and thanked the heavens for her good fortune. Red was an auspicious color in many cultures, perhaps Yarika was a living lucky charm. Rui was grateful to Yarika for getting her off the glacier and introducing her to Shizuru, she would be loyal to Yarika until death to repay that debt.

"I'd love to get married here. I'll have to ask Shizuru," said Rui.

Rui steeled herself to bring it up that night. She was still shy, but this was important to her. Shizuru came home from work as usual, a little grumpy until she had a fresh patch and a piece of candy. She had taken to sucking on candies to help with the urge to puff on a cigarette, which Rui enjoyed since she could taste them when they kissed instead of tobacco.

"I went with Yarika and her father to see the family estate," said Rui, flushing with anticipation.

"It must be huge. I hear their family used to be crazy rich."

"It appears so. But the estate needs some repair before they can do anything with it. Yarika offered us the use of it, should we get married."

Shizuru took the sucker out of her mouth. "Are you asking me?"

Rui went scarlet. "Yes… Will you marry me?"

Shizuru smiled warmly with admiration as she always did when Rui took initiative. "Name the date, and I'll be there."

Crystals clattered to the ground as Rui cried tears of happiness. Their color was closer to the tears cried with joy and love for babies than tears of pain and sadness. Shizuru hoped that Rui's tears would stay that color. She had cried far too many of the yellow ones already.

As long as Shizuru was alive, there would be more candy flavored kisses and tears of happiness.

In due time the work on the Fujimiya estate was completed and it was restored to its full glory. Rui made a lovely bride in her snowy white dress, Shizuru a dapper one in a pantsuit. Attending were just their family and friends, so no one had to worry about going incognito.

As usual Koenma showed up to mooch off the wedding food, accompanied by Botan and this time Jorge the ogre. Jorge was beside himself with happiness, rivaling the brides. The long-suffering ogre was almost never invited anywhere fun as he was too conspicuous. He gravitated between the buffet and giving the little kids piggy back rides. He liked it far better than having to entertain Koenma, as the kids were actually nice to him unlike his miniature boss.

"This is one ritzy place," remarked Yusuke, watching Jorge romp over the grounds with Keisuke, Kazuki, and Yuuhi hanging onto him. As someone born into a low caste family with yakuza ties, he usually resented upper class people. He made an exception for the Fujimiyas, as the remaining ones were decent people who didn't care about ancestry. They weren't stingy either, he didn't forget the generous wedding gift he and Keiko had received from them.

"Too ritzy," replied Yarika. "We're thinking about leasing it. We don't want to live here, and it'll fall into disrepair if not occupied. One of my friends from Demon World wants to try running an inn for demons on vacation here, I'm considering allowing her to use the place. Is that cool with you, Koenma?"

Koenma grumbled around a forkful of food from the heaped plate he'd just taken from the buffet, decorated with a little flag on top like a kiddie entrée. That would mean paperwork for him. He trusted Yarika's judgement on her various enterprises and ability to keep other demons in line. She'd managed to control Hiei in the last several years, a feat which he held her in awe for. Still, he hated any extra paperwork. He swallowed the mouthful. "It's cool, but you have to make sure you can trust them to behave."

"Speaking of behaving," said Yusuke, peering at the back of Yarika's neck and smirking. "Looks like Hiei was a naughty boy again, going by those hickeys you got on the back of your neck."

Yarika went red enough to match her hair. It was a little game they played, Yarika sometimes teased Hiei a bit too much and he left marks in places that she couldn't easily cover with makeup. Usually she didn't mind, but Yusuke couldn't keep his trap shut about such matters, announcing it to everyone in earshot. He was always something of a pervert, even after he married Keiko.

Botan leaned over for a look. "Oh my."

Kurama just sighed at their immature antics and went back to making more flowers bloom for the newlyweds. Yona, fascinated, watched him do it.

"I'll thank you not to pry into my love life," said Yarika, a hand over the back of her neck to stop those two from staring further.

Kuwabara, ever the gentleman, lumbered over to protect the honor of a lady. "Hey now, Urameshi, leave her alone, it's not her fault that Half-Pint got a little too grabby." He knew how much of a little shit his brother-in-law could be, he'd seen marks on Yarika before but declined to comment beyond asking her if she was hurt. If Hiei had actually hurt her, Kuwabara would have ripped him a new one.

Thankfully the little kids provided a diversion. Jorge needed a break, so Yuuhi and Kazuki decided to go play by the cake table. Yuuhi, being a mischievous little shit herself, coerced her brother to tug on the tablecloth with her. Yukina did not get to them in time, and the cake had toppled and splattered both twins. The twins happily started digging into the ruined cake. Keisuke, not wanting to be left out, raced over and scooped up a large handful off the ground. He crammed it into his mouth before his mother could stop him.

Kuwabara helped Yukina scoop up the twins, mortified that they'd caused a huge mess at his sister's wedding.

"Yummy cake," said Kazuki, smiling sweetly up at him through a faceful of cake.

Shizuru thought it was hilarious. "You did the same thing at our cousin's birthday party when you were three, Kazuma. Aunt Mariko was furious."

Rui, upset over the ruined cake, had to take a breather while the twins got wiped down and the cake cleaned up. Shizuru soothed her as best she could, but Rui was in the grip of hormones and took a while to calm down. Kenji, bless him, disappeared and brought back a cake from the closest supermarket, finally getting a smile out of the hormonal, tearful Rui.

Shizuru rubbed her back. "See? We have a cake after all. The little monsters didn't totally ruin our day." The two shared the customary first slice, and the rest of the sheet cake was doled out.

Said little monsters were now cleaned up, their attention now on Koenma and his slice of cake. Koenma held up his cake plate. "No way! The corner piece is mine!"

Keisuke took charge. "Get him!"

All three piled on the luckless monarch, the slice forfeited to three mischievous toddlers. All Koenma could do was cry while Yusuke snapped pictures of the ambush.

"That's my boy!" cried Yusuke with pride. "You show him who's boss!" Yusuke had wanted to put Koenma in a headlock for years for all the squirt had put him through as Spirit Detective, but if he did so Koenma would probably get revenge by piling enough work on him to last until Keisuke was in college. His toddler son was still young enough to get away with it so Yusuke did not stop him. Keisuke gave Koenma a noogie with a cake-smeared fist as the twins held each of his arms.

"Traitors!" cried Koenma when no one came to help. Jorge ate his cake, a smug, satisfied smile on his big blue face. This one moment of seeing his boss's indignity would be something he'd remember for the rest of his life.

Hiei actually laughed when he saw the wedding pictures. Spirit World and by extension Koenma had been a thorn in his side, forcing him to babysit Yusuke and Kuwabara until his parole was lifted and they had not allowed him to kill Yukina's tormentors. Thus seeing Koenma pinned under three cake smeared toddlers and having a temper tantrum over his stolen cake was the funniest thing he'd seen in years. "It looked like fun. I almost wish I'd been there to see it," he said, smirking.

"It was one hell of a party," agreed Yarika. "Athough Yusuke being the pig he is pointed out some of those marks you left that I didn't cover."

Hiei looked smug. "Hn. That was your punishment for teasing me so much." Yarika wasn't physically violent like Mukuro, but she knew how to torment him. As they had long established trust and boundaries, Yarika now sometimes used her abilities on him in bed: paralyzing him to have her way with him, drawing it out and frustrating him when her kisses and touches took far too long to get to the point. He was too proud to beg, so as soon as he was in control again, he made sure to return the favor. He had had satisfaction marking her skin with love bites and the occasional bruising from being restrained while she begged for release. He was careful not to injure her but leaving her with a reminder of a romp was not out of the question.

She pouted and climbed into his lap, the picture of humility. His hands rubbed the small of her back while she kissed him. He smirked, holding her tighter. Her hands wound through his hair as their makeout session intensified. His arms loosened, and he flopped backwards onto the bed, unable to move. A slow, mischievous smirk crossed her face as she climbed on top of him.

He grunted. "You did it again, you bitch." His tone betrayed his harsh words, she knew when he meant what he said and when he did not.

"Of course I did. You're mine, aren't you?" she kissed up his bare chest.

He groaned. "I'm not going to let you get away with it." Yarika would be lucky to be able to walk straight tomorrow.

A soft giggle. "Of course you won't. I'm yours too, aren't I?" She kissed him again. "Give and take."

Yes, he was hers. He would be hers as long as they both drew breath. He wanted her to be wholly his, too. He wanted her to be by his side when he was lord and ruler of all demonkind. When this arrangement they had was no longer satisfying, he'd take her away from the humans for good if she would have him. Someday.

Notes:

It's pretty obvious what Xenology is actually called but I don't need their sue happy lawyers up my ass.

Koenma's job is to send along souls to their final destinations. In the show there are many afterlifes one can end up in, ranging from paradise to nothingness aka limbo in the dub.
Yarika's grandparents were big imperial Japan supporters and backed war atrocities financially, which was why they lost most of their money under the occupation. Kenji's success took the family out of poverty and Yarika's earnings paid for the estate restoration.

As mentioned in the previous fic, Yusuke is likely from the burakumin caste and therefore discriminated against. Theyre the descendants of people from ritually impure trades and represent a good percentage of the yakuza. His ancestor ate human flesh to create antibodies against disease, a taboo practice.

I find it really damn hilarious that Koenma was so afraid that Yona would be a bad seed because she's Hiei's daughter. Koenma didn't realize he really should have feared Yuuhi, Kazuki, and most of all, Keisuke. Yona is ironically the nicest and most well behaved one.

it's obvious to everyone that Hiei and Yarika fuck a lot. Yusuke is the only one who comments on it. They don't actually hurt each other, it's all consensual. It's a mark of how much they trust each other, that they let the other just use them as they please. Hiei would never allow himself to be powerless in front of anyone he did not totally trust.