Some quick notes:

Major SPOILERS for CCS, starting this chapter.

Amenowakahiko is a figure from Japanese myth. I lost the site that I found his name on when my computer crashed, though, so I can't be sure of his exact role.

Sakura means cherry tree.

Soccer in American English translates to football everywhere else.

Ch. 1 - Preplanning

Late the next morning, a fresh maple leaf, oddly large for its species, lodged itself over the lens of a security camera on the roof of a high-rise hotel. A minute later, Hiei and Kurama exited the stairwell access. The redhead glanced instinctively towards the camera, checking his handiwork, then took a bike chain from his pocket and padlocked the door shut.

Hiei ignored this, striding to the low wall encircling the rooftop and leaping onto it. He closed his eyes and tugged his headband off, revealing a third eye in the center of his forehead. It snapped open, glowing violet, and began scanning the horizon.

Kurama stepped up near Hiei and waited. Soon, the Jagan Eye focused sharply and froze, locked to one point.

"There... got him," Hiei said. His normal eyes opened, and he stepped back, waving Kurama to sit on the ledge before him. Kurama did so, dangling his legs over the thirty-story drop and closing his eyes. Hiei's hand curled over Kurama's forehead, and a wealth of images exploded into Kurama's mind.

Soar over thirty kilometers bright little suburb -- Tomoeda -- pretty park little houses sakura-lined road row of shops shrine church school little children older children teenagers crowded into classrooms out on the soccer field soccer team dark-haired boy shoots the goal "Kinomoto-kuuuuun!" cheers running passing pewter hair glasses smiles overlying angel cold angel flying low over field under image boy laughing shoots the goal "Tsukishiro-kuuuun!" hazel/violet eyes turn to dark-haired boy image smiles angel smiles--

"You see it?" Hiei asked quietly. They'd done this so rarely, Kurama couldn't always manage to navigate the Jagan's visions without help.

"Yes..." Kurama murmured. His mouth quirked in amusement. "Playing soccer, of all things... can we look for the deck?"

"Yes."

And the images swirled.

Dark-haired boy magic residue emptied gone circle players magic none circle crowd magic none magic magic where's the magic circle the school nothing nothing nothing all human downstairs upstairs on the roof having a smoke light glimmers below next door "hei hei, Tomoeda, hei hei Tomoeda!" little girls little uniforms little cheerleader shining bright magic "hei!"--

Hiei jerked away. A shocked silence descended over the pair. A little girl? The only person near Clow's angel with any magic at all... was a little girl?

"How embarrassing," Kurama eventually groaned, breaking the shock. "Can we be sure...?"

Another minute of silence, then Hiei sighed and retied his headband, warding the Jagan Eye away. "The deck's there. It's her."

"Damn." They sat for a moment, considering, then Kurama turned, eyeing Hiei. "This... could be better than an adult Master," he said slowly. "It won't be an interesting theft, but we won't have to kill her." A flicker of -- was it relief? -- flashed through Hiei's eyes. "We may not even have to hurt her at all," Kurama added.

Hiei smirked. "Then maybe we can keep the Guardians."

Kurama's eyes brightened. "You're right! If we don't hurt the Master, but we gain control of the Cards--"

"--We can Master the Guardians as well--"

"-- And Clow's deck will be in pristine condition!" They shared identical, wicked grins. If they managed to pull this off, getting the Guardians as well, their reputations would be redeemed. They would be known as master thieves once more, not Team Urameshi's pet demons. There was just one more little detail needed to seal their redemption.

".... We'll need to get the book."