Old Friends and New Toys
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I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho nor do I have any association with the owners. However, I do own Brandon, Alix, and Sakura and they are copywrited to me. Do not use these characters without my permission. Thank you for your time and please enjoy. I would also appreciate it if you would rate this story.
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Brandon cleared his throat, attracting the other two's attentions. He was smiling a know-it-all smile. "I know a couple of people."
"Who, Fountain?" Hiei asked, curiosity in his voice, though he tried to mask it.
"Well," Brandon started, "I have a few questions, before yours is answered. First, how do you know of my powers?"
"I was outside of Kazuma's house. I saw what happened from my tree. I had a very good vantage point."
"Tree?" Brandon asked half-consciously.
As Brandon stepped outside, he heard a rustling in a nearby tree. He looked at the tree and was barely able to make out something moving away from him at an insanely fast rate.
"That was you?" Brandon asked, a sudden realization as he remembered the shape in the tree when he had left Kuwabara's house.
"Yes, that was me, ningen," Hiei answered. "It wasn't a squirrel. Now answer my question; who do you have in mind for replacements?"
"I think I'll visit some old friends of mine..."
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"Damn it Alix! Where the hell is my chew toy?" a white haired man yelled to a white haired woman.
"I don't know," the girl responded innocently. "Maybe you shoved it up your ass when you sat on the couch."
"No, I think you chewed it to itty bitty little pieces, then burnt the pieces and buried the ashes!" the white haired man pointed to Alix accusingly.
The girl seemed offended and pointed her finger back at him. "Damn it Sakura, you're such a radical hot-head!"
"You're calling me a hot-head? Ha!" Sakura put his hands on his hips. "Look who's talking, dog!"
"You're a dog too!" Alix countered, and then pulled on Sakura's white dog-ears on top of his head.
"Oh yeah," Sakura said thoughtfully, hitting her hands away from his ears. "I forgot about that..." He then flicked Alix's black dog-ears. "But you're still the bitch."
"WHAT!?" Alix yelled, then gave chase after Sakura as he ran around their small house.
Alix caught up with him and tackled him. She turned him face up, got on him, and drew her hand back into a fist. As she was about to hit him, the doorbell rang.
"Saved by the bell," Sakura said. Alix looked at him, punched him in the right eye, and then got off of him and went to answer the door.
She turned the doorknob and opened the door. Standing there was her old friend Brandon. Oh yes, and a freaky short man with spiky black hair and the Spirit Detective.
"Oh my god!" Alix yelled out, then ran to Brandon and hugged him. "Oh, wow. How long has it been?"
"Uh..." Brandon murmured, trying not to laugh. "It's only been eight months."
"Oh," Alix said, confused. "Well, eight months can seem like a lot of years, you know?"
"No, I don't," Brandon responded.
"Who's at the door, Alix?" a voice asked from inside. Then from behind the girl Sakura walked up, holding an ice pack to his right eye. "Brandon! Oh my god! Oh wow! How long has it been?"
Brandon shook his head, this time he couldn't hold back his laughter. Yusuke chuckled along with him, and Hiei said, "Hn, bakas."
Alix hit Hiei upside the head and said, "You can't call me a baka, ningen."
Hiei gritted his teeth and slapped her across the face, leaving a deep-red mark on her cheek. "Do not call me a ningen, dog," Hiei said, anger coursing through his veins.
"You are, fucker. And if you ever slap me again I will be forced to hurt you very badly." Sakura tapped her shoulder twice. "What?!" she snapped at him.
"He isn't a ningen, fool. He's Hiei, the fire apparition. It seems you're the fucker, Alix."
Alix's jaw fell open and her eyes became very wide. She first stared at Sakura, then turned her head back to Hiei. "Is this true?"
"Hn." Hiei smirked, then said, "Of course."
Yusuke and Brandon doubled over in laughter. It was a very comical scene, as they saw it. Something you would only see in a book, a fan fic, or even in an anime show (Funny how this story is the later two...).
"What are you laughing at!?" Hiei, Alix, and Sakura yelled angrily at the same exact moment, fists raised threateningly.
"Oh, nothing, nothing," Brandon was the first to subside his laughter, and thusly first to speak. "It's just..." He started laughing again, uncontrollably.
"Just what?" Sakura asked, lowering his fist as Hiei's contacted with Brandon's jaw.
"Nice shot!" Alix said, throwing her fist into the air in pure exhilaration. "Way to go, Hiei!"
"Hn," Hiei grunted, rubbing his fist. "His jaw is too bony."
"Ouchie..." Brandon muttered, rubbing his jaw. "That can't be good on the bones..." He started chuckling again, received a death glare from Hiei, and then stopped. He spat a bit of blood onto the ground, then said, "May we come inside, kitsunes?"
"We're not foxes, temee," Alix responded, punching Brandon on the other side of his jaw. "We're wolves!"
Brandon did not hear this, as the last punch knocked him unconscious. "Ops..." Alix muttered. "Didn't mean to hurt my fist."
"Oyasumi!" Sakura said smiling, waving his hand at Brandon's motionless body.

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"Nani ka?" Brandon heard, sunlight piercing his shut eyelids. He opened his eyes, the sunlight stabbing his eyes like a thousand needles. He felt like he had a hangover, except for the absence of nausea.
"Yurusai!" someone else shouted. He sounded old. He wished he knew what they were saying. He couldn't move, though he tried with all his might.
"Dousuru?" the first asked. It was a girl, and she sounded young, no more than 16.
"Yurusai!" the man yelled again. Brandon heard skin on skin contact, like a slap, then heard the girl mutter, "Sumimasen."
"What the fuck?" Brandon asked, barely able to hear his own voice. He heard the man and girl startle, not expecting to hear him speak.
"Nani?" the man asked, holding his arm out to keep the girl from coming any closer.
"Are you speaking Japanese?" Brandon wondered aloud.
The girl ran past the man's arm and knelt at Brandon's side. "Daijobu desu ka?"
He looked over to her. She was pretty. A round Asian face with slightly slanted brown eyes framed with long, black silk-like hair. She was wearing a red kimono, white and pink sakura flowers on it. As he looked over, he saw no straps attached to him, no bonds. Then why can't I move? Brandon thought, frustrated.
The man walked over after a short while of amazement. He was completely bald and his face was wrinkled and scarred. He was wearing a deep blue silk cloak, a white sash around his waist and a design of a blooming sakura tree wrapping around it. "Dare da, kisama?" he asked.
Brandon chuckled nervously and said, "I don't have the slightest clue as to what you said."
The girl seemed to come to a sudden realization. She looked to the man, then to Brandon and said, "He asked who are you?"
Brandon's eyes went wide. This girl spoke English? He cleared his throat, but before he could say anything, the old man interrupted.
"Kage no Kou!" he shouted, scared.
"Kage no who?" Brandon asked the girl, nervous again.
"Machigainai!" he yelled again.
"Um..." Brandon muttered under his breath.
"He's calling you the Child of the Shadows. He thinks there is no mistake."
"I'm no Child of the Shadows," Brandon said nervously. "I'm Brandon." He looked to the man. "Bran-don" he pronounced the syllables slowly, as if talking to a child.
"Bran-don?" the man asked, pronouncing as Brandon did. "Iya da! Kage no Kou."
"Gr..." Brandon growled, becoming impatient. "Um...I have a problem." He said, shaking his head. "How do I tell your grandfather or whatever I can't move?"
"Karada ga ugokanai," she whispered.
"Uh, karada ga ugokanai, or, yeah, whatever."
The man raised a stick, seemingly out of nowhere, and struck Brandon in the face. "Was it something I said?" Brandon asked as he blacked out.

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"What do you mean?" he heard a familiar female voice say. Brandon opened his eyes to see Alix looking into his face, holding a gray cloth to his nose.
"Whad?" he asked, his nose extremely sore. "Whad do you bean?"
"I mean, why did you ask me if it was something you said!? Of course it was something you said! Did you not take Japanese? Kitsune is fox-demon, baka!"
"Oh..." he said, "I thoughd id beant debod, dot fox debod."
"Stop talking, fool! Your nose is broken!" She pinched his nose through the cloth, causing a rush of pain to course through the bridge of his nose.
"Oh," Brandon muttered, "How did dat haben?"
"I think I hit your nose when I socked you in the jaw. Now hold still, I'm going to bind it." She turned from him, rummaged through something he could not see, then turned back to him with a roll of white cloth and a small white bottle, labeled in Japanese.
It took a painful five minutes as Alix cut strips from the cloth, dipped them into the bottle, then placed them firmly on the bridge of his nose.
Sakura snuck up behind Alix and jolted her shoulders as she laid the last strip of cloth. She jumped in fright, her fore finger jabbing his broken nose and her thumb poking his eye.
"Oh by fucking god!" Brandon screamed in pain, running after the now greatly frightened Sakura, Alix apologizing all along the way, hiding atop one of the roof beams.
After a few minutes of capturing Sakura and beating him to a pulp, Brandon laid back on the small bed he had awoken from and Alix came down from the ceiling, apologizing once more. As he plopped onto the bed, his head hit something hard underneath his pillow. He lifted his head and rummaged under his pillow while the wolf demons beat each other up. He pulled out a long black wooden case, longer than the pillow could have possibly covered. The package was a total of ten feet long, one and a half feet wide, and five inches thick. He felt a pulsing coming from inside of the box. His black crystal necklace lifted from under his shirt, unhooked itself from around his neck, and floated to the box. There it hovered, the crystal's tip pointing to the box. It then lowered enough where it touched the box. Blood red letters appeared on the surface of the box, spelling out the following;
Happy Birthday, Brandon. Hope you have fun with your
New toy. We will meet soon, and I have another surprise
Birthday gift, child.
Love always,

Nolan
Fear rose within him, placing a lump in his throat. Should I open it? He thought. It could be a trap. This thing could explode in my face, or be a portal to suck me into the Void. But then again, that's not Nolan's style. He doesn't make such obvious traps. I guess curiosity is going to win this ego battle
He slowly lifted the lid of the box. Inside was a large sword, sheathed within it's blacker than black scabbard. The blade seemed to be about seven feet long, and the black leather-wrapped handle two. The counterweight was shaped like three closely bunched, thick silver fangs, a black jewel inlaid in the middle one.

The cross-guard was two intricately curving spikes on each side, tips pointing towards the blade. He picked the blade up. It was heavy, but not too heavy for him to wield in combat. It was much lighter than he would have thought such a large blade could possibly weigh. He took the handle of the sword in his right hand, gripping near the cross-guard, and pulled. The blade unsheathed smoothly, making the muffled sound of metal on metal. The blade was even more intricate than the handle, counterweight, and cross- guard put together, though it still went with the concept of each one. Is was a very gothic-style blade. At the base the sword was about five inches wide. It went for about one foot, four large curved serration spikes on each side, pointing towards the cross-guard. Out of each side came a large hook-like extension, facing the tip of the sword. After this, the blade swerved in and out two times, each one and a half feet long. Then, the blade curved in once more, then out, gradually slanting another three feet to the sharp, pointed, centered tip. Two feet from the tip, on the flat of the blade on each side, small, long, cheese-grater style blades protruding. Wow, it would really suck if someone were stabbed with this thing! He thought.
"Where did dis cob frob?" he asked the bickering demons. "And where are Yusuke and Hiei?"
"Where did what 'cob frob'?" Sakura said mockingly, then caught sight of the silver sword. "Whoa...Nice decapitator. Where'd you get it?"
"Dat's what I'b drying do ask you!" Brandon yelled. "I foud dis under by pillow."
"Wow, it would really suck if someone were stabbed with that thing!" Alix exclaimed, jaw hanging open.
Brandon smiled and shook his, then said, "By thought exactly. Dow, where is the rest of the teab?"
"Rest of what team?" Sakura asked, confused.
"Oh yeah! That Dark Tournament thingy-ma-jig!" Alix exclaimed. "The 'team' went out to get some Chinese food."
"Fudy," Brandon said, "how they're goingd to fid Chidese food id Japad."
"So, Brandon my friend, are you going to use that sword in the Tournament Dark?" Sakura asked. His head snapped sharply to the side, then back to face Brandon, "Dark Tournament?"
"Um..." Brandon said, raising an eyebrow, "Yeah, yeah, if I can learn to use it."
The door burst open, followed by Hiei and Yusuke, each heavily burdened with white Chinese carry-out packages.
"Dinner's here!" Yusuke yelled.

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I know I have used alot of Japanese in this chapter, so I'll provide translations to all you ningens, hehe.

Baka- Stupid/idiot

Ningen- Human

Nani ka?- What is it?

Yurusai- Shut up/Be quiet

Dousuru?- What to do?/What am I going to do?

Nani?- What?

Daijobu desu ka?- Are you okay?/Are you alright?

Dare da, kisama?- Who are you?

Kage no Kou- The Child of the Shadows

Machigainai- There's no mistake/That's for sure

Iya da- No

Karada ga ugokanai- (My) body can't move