Harry regained consciousness to the fuzzy sound of voices. "This seems to happen a lot," he thought to himself. Yuusuke poked Harry's body gingerly. "Are you sure he's okay? I mean, we are supposed to help him."

"Well, technically." Kurama mused, "We already have helped him. I'm sure Koenma would let us leave. This torture is inhumane, even for demons!"

Lightening flashed outside, even though there were no clouds to be seen.

"Or not." Kurama sulked, folding his arms across his chest and doing his best not to pout. Hiei snorted. "If we kill him, we can leave."

"But you'd be thrown back in jail. Remember, you're still on probation. Face it. We're stuck with this wimpy wizard for some undetermined length of time." Kurama and Hiei scowled darkly, sending almost identical death glares at the not quite as unconscious as they thought boy on the bed. Yuusuke leaned closer. "At least he's still breathing. I didn't hit him that hard.did I?"

Kurama also leaned closer. "This boy is strange. He has an abnormally large amount of spirit-energy, but can only tap into a minimal amount of it. Even that much requires the help of his wand."

Yuusuke looked concerned. "Let me guess. It's because of that stupid scar, right?" Harry couldn't stand it any longer. "My scar is not stupid!" He yelled. Or rather, tried to. All that got out was "Muh." Damn. During Harry's frantic battle with the spoken word, Kurama had launched into some long-winded scientific explanation detailing all the ways Harry was a screw- up. Once his heartbeat returned to normal, he focused on Kurama's voice. ".Our friend Harry has none of these qualities." Hiei snorted, fed up with waiting, and kicked Harry in the shin. "Wake up you oaf! You have a lot of training to do."

Harry sat up groggily. "Not from you, ankle biter. I still have my dignity. I've seen house elves with more talent!"

In the blink of an eye, Harry was staring cross-eyed at the cold steel of Hiei's katana as it threatened his jugular. "Saviour or not, he dies now!"

Kurama called out in alarm. "Hiei! No! Please?" Hiei didn't move. The jagan eye beneath his bandana began to glow. "You won't be the boy who lived much longer!" Kurama definitely sounded panicked now: "Hiei! He's all that keeps the universe in balance!"

Hiei growled. "Fuck you Kurama," But he slowly sheathed his sword. Harry gently reminded his heart to start beating again. Kurama gave a relieved sigh. "Certainly Hiei, but not in front of the boys."

Both Yuusuke and Harry retaliated with indignant shouts: "Hey, I'm just as old as you are!" or in Harry's case an unintelligible "Arrrrrr.."

Yuusuke grumbled. "Shit Hiei. If you killed him, all our asses would be fried!" Hiei responded by launching himself at Yuusuke's face. Knowing they could handle each other, Kurama turned towards the window. After a few seconds, he paled. "Um, Harry?"

"What Kurama?" Harry pushed his glasses up his nose.

"Your uncle appears to be home. Perhaps we'd better relocate."

OOC: Bunny helped with this one. :P

Note to Bunny: My handwriting may be crap, but it's better than your spelling! ^.^