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Kurama cuddled closer to his koi; unaware that said Jaganshi was sitting up against the headboard, idly playing with the hair of the youko in his lap, the kitsune's head resting gently against the half-koorime's chest . . . as the redhead slept . . . Hiei's crimson gaze was lazily focused on the strands flowing through his fingers like spun silk . . . until he closed his eyes, finally drifting off to a peaceful dream . . .

- . . . - a few hours later - . . . -

"Waaaaaaah!!" Kurama sat bolt upright in the bed, pushing his unsuspecting lover against the headboard with the sudden movement. This caused a growl to float up from the half-asleep youkai. Green eyes flickered over one elegant shoulder apologetically, before they were hidden with a yawn. Carefully, Kurama shifted, wincing as another cry could be heard through the child monitor on the bedside table . . .

"Waaaah—WAHHHHHH!!!!!" The infants bawled together; screeching their little lungs out . . . or so it seemed . . . the kitsune made his way to the edge of the bed, before a pair of sleepy arms attempted to pull him back.

". . . kitsune . . ." Hiei groggily whispered into his koi's ear as he tried to return the fox to the bed . . . Kurama chuckled slightly, turning slightly to give the short demon a gentle peck on the warded Jagan . . . the crimson orbs opened a crack and he smiled apologetically at the half- koorime, before wincing again at the cries emanating from the small, electronic device so loud to his sensitive kitsune ears . . .

"WAHHHHHHHHH!!!! . . . WAHHHHH!!!!!!!" Sighing, Kurama detached himself from Hiei's sleepy grip and made for the kitchen. Stifling a yawn, he got out the tin of formula from the hospital, plus two bottles. It sounded as though BOTH the twins were hungry, tonight . . . he measured just the right temperature of water into the bottles; then carefully scooped the correct amount of powdery formula into them. After stirring, on went the rubber caps.

The redhead trudged wearily into the screaming toddlers' room; armed with a bottle in each hand. He sighed, setting them down on the table next to the rocking chair (which also bore the baby monitor) and lifting one screaming infant out of the crib they shared. In the dark, he couldn't tell whether it was Amoto or Taori he held. The youko gently offered the bottle to them, and the child latched on hungrily, immediately beginning to feed.

However, there was still ONE hungry baby in the room . . . and it was making itself known . . .

"Hiei . . ." Kurama whispered into the monitor between cries . . . as the child in his arms was still 'eating' . . .

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". . . Hiei . . . onegai . . ." The fire demon heard from the monitor . . . he groaned, and heard a chuckle.

"Hiei-koi . . ." Kurama said matter-of-factly . . . "Onegai, I need your help." The Jaganshi shifted so his back was to the offending electronic device.

He heard a sigh.

"Firefly . . ." Kurama said, his tone exasperated and . . . slightly . . . pleading . . . Hiei grunted, at last getting up and, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, walked down the hall to the nursery.

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"Nani." He said when he reached the open door, spying his fox feeding . . . ONE of the loudmouth ugly brats . . . he growled when the infant in the crib cried out in earnest again.

"WAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Kurama looked up, emerald eyes flickering to the crib, then to the full bottle on the table next to him. Hiei 'hn'ed, going over and plucking the screaming child out of the crib, holding it by the under-arms and scrutinizing the bawling baby.

"Hn. Waste of space . . ." He mumbled, but clamped his mouth shut when he noticed Kurama's eyes had narrowed. Letting out a sigh, he roughly held the child against his shoulder, while holding his other hand out for the bottle. A small smile appeared on the kitsune's face as the child squirmed in Hiei's just-barely-gentle grip, but he held out the bottle to his lover all the same. Hiei sat, across the room, in ANOTHER chair (a non- rocker) and thrust the rubber nub into the infant's waiting mouth. A warbled cry of distress could be heard, and the Jaganshi hurriedly pulled the thing out, crimson eyes wide in confusion and shock as he watched the baby cough . . . until Kurama's voice next to his ear calmed him. He looked up at his lover, who was smiling kindly down at him from his new position, standing at his side, still feeding the child tucked safely in his arms.

"Not so hard, koi . . . gently." Hiei had been about to give up, but Kurama's look of quiet confidence in him made the half-koorime try once more. He slowly nudged the bottle closer to the child's mouth, until it was fully in. Now the infant slowly began to eat, and Hiei's gaze was captured by the innocent motion. They stayed like that for a few more minutes, until the twins were done. Kurama finished first, placing the sleeping infant in the crib once more, hiding a smile as Hiei was still staring, enraptured, at the hungry bundle in his arms. The youko headed out to the kitchen to wash the used bottle . . . they might need it by the morning. He glanced at the clock—

3:35

. . . and sighed, rubbing his right temple tiredly. It had been like this for . . . what? Two and a half months? He shook his head as he worked the soapy solution over the plastic and rubber. And for the first few weeks Hiei had taken off when they started crying . . . heck, he wasn't even THERE to help . . . his koi had come back, of course, as Kurama had (hoped) knew he would, but . . . the cold Jaganshi had only been coaxed into helping for the past month and a half. Kurama sighed again. He supposed he should be grateful . . . the fire youkai was new to the whole 'child' idea, and Kurama in fact WAS very grateful Hiei loved him enough to put up with these middle-of-the-night feedings, but—

Warm hands around his waist stilled his train of thought.

"Come to bed, koi." Was the mumbled command. Kurama shook his head.

"Iie, not yet. I have to—"With a sense of displaced air, the kitsune was spun around and his mouth firmly covered by another's, causing the fox to lean back against the metal of the sink behind him with the new weight . . . until they had to breathe. A heated crimson stare met with the youko's own emerald one as they broke away.

"It can wait, kitsune." With a shake of his head, Kurama turned off the tap water, and placed the dishrag over the faucet, wiping his palms dry on a nearby hand towel. No sooner had he finished, then he was suddenly in the air and then . . . wumpf. Landed on the bed. Hiei curled up into his chest, and Kurama rested his chin on the white starburst; not wanting to ignore this rare show of affection . . .

". . . baka kitsune . . ." He heard in a low, half-irritated grumble from below him. The redhead chuckled, kissing the very center of the endearing starburst.

"And the same to you, firefly . . ."

- . . . – 9:45 AM - . . . –

"Awww!!! They're so ka-WAII, Shuichi-san!!"

"Can I hold them . . . PLEASE Shuichi-kun?"

"Minamino-san! Do you need someone to babysit while you're at work?"

Hiei growled inwardly.

It didn't matter that Kurama was out of high school . . . COLLEGE had the same thing . . .

"Ooooh!!" Squealed another girl. "They're so KAWAII, Minamino-kun!"

. . . hordes of overly-obsessed ningen girls . . . he blurred away, tired of the scene . . .

- . . . - . . . –

The redhead waited patiently among the mob of girls, finally spotting Keiko down the sidewalk. He smiled, his eyes going into a cheerful crescent moon shape . . . while the left corner of his mouth twitched warningly.

"Ku—Shuichi! I'm so sorry I'm late!" The mother apologized, stopping just in front of the irritated youko. He forced out a smile, trying not to scare the one-year-old perched on Urameshi Keiko's hip.

"It's alright, Keiko-chan . . . but you can still take the twins today, ne?" He said, suddenly worried. She nodded, bowing.

"Oh, yes, yes of course! I wouldn't make you take them to class, Kurama!" She laughed.

"Though that WOULD be a funny sight . . ." He shook his head, handing the stroller over to her, while smiling kindly at the little girl clinging to her mother. The dear child buried her face into Keiko's shoulder, only showing Kurama the light brown hair that lightly covered her head. Both adults chuckled.

"She's a bit shy . . ." Keiko explained.

"I guessed as much . . ." Kurama commented, not the least bit offended by the child's action.

"You should come by more often!" She offered, smiling. "Then Kikai would get to know you better, ne?" Kurama chuckled, shaking his head.

"Perhaps . . . but for now I must go to class. I'll be back around 7:00 tonight to pick them up—if Hiei doesn't come before then, that is." His lips twitched into an almost-smirk at the last sentence, but Keiko caught it.

"'If'? What do you mean, Kurama-kun?" He chuckled, shrugging a bit.

"Some days he'll take care of them, other days he won't. That's why you help us out, ne? Domo arigato." He finished seriously, but she waved it off.

"Ohh! Don't worry about it, Kurama-kun! They're no trouble at all." She smiled, walking off and waving back to him. "Have fun in school, Shuichi-chan!" She called, purposefully causing all the fangirls to turn green with envy . . . (a.n./ but . . . what 'cha gonna do? n.n;;)

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HN-N! Baka kitsune . . .

Hiei was perched on the roof of the tantei's home. In the backyard, fenced in so Keiko could keep an eye on her, Kikai was running around . . . one twin was perched on the onna's lap while the other looked around stupidly from the high chair that had been dragged outside. He made to flit away, but a spike in a certain youki caused him to pause. His sharp eyes scanned the yard, landing on the infant in the high chair. He scoffed, blurring to a tree to better watch the proceedings . . .

He narrowed his eyes as the air around the infant began to swirl; coming off them in waves. Hn. A wind demon. Typical . . . no REAL power except for flight . . . he scoffed as his mind tried to reason with him, showing memories of the detective and wind-master's fight . . . so long ago . . . in the Tournament of Darkness . . .

Jin . . . that was his name . . .

Hn. It must be the boy . . .

- . . . - Seven months later (twins are now nine and a half months old) - . . . -

THANKFULLY the midnight feedings had stopped. Now the two children slept through the night, at least . . .

As he held the girl in his lap, she latched onto one red forelock . . . . chuckling slightly, he carefully leaned down, lessening the tension should she decide to . . .

TUG.

. . . pull.

TUG. TUG. She laughed happily at the motion, her green eyes sparkling as the girl's messy black hair lay in wispy strands on her head. Kurama began to speak quietly to her.

"How is it you have my eyes, little one?" She gurgled in response

TUG! TUG!

Yet, he continued, still smiling.

"We're not blood related, now are we, Ri-chan?" He cooed softly, giving her a finger to wrap her little hand around as she laughed sweetly, pulling his red locks with the other . . .

TUG!

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The boy was sitting there, on the kitchen high-chair, just looking at him, the brown, innocent eyes taking in the irritated crimson ones across from him.

"Why don't you show me." Hiei growled, but the child just kept taking him in, the golden brown curls covering his head, making the lad look quite adorable, indeed . . .

"Why don't you use your youki, child!?!"

. . . if his other father appreciated it, that is . . . then suddenly, the boy pointed at Hiei and laughed.

"Koi!!!" He said happily, the word mixed together with the absence of too many teeth . . .

. . . . . .

"Did . . . he just . . . ?" A familiar voice began. Hiei looked up to see his redheaded lover, holding the girl, who had a small hand clutching one red forelock firmly. Hiei 'hn'ed, returning his gaze to the boy.

"Whatever, kitsune. It doesn't matter." The Jaganshi straightened. "He'll speak other words soon enough." Then he heard Kurama come over to his side.

"But . . . Hiei . . . that was . . . his first word . . ." The youko looked at the girl in his arms, whose gaze was still on her (fraternal) twin.

"I wonder what Ri-chan's first word will be . . ." He wondered softly.

"It doesn't matter, fox. It's only one word, after all." The half- koorime scoffed, but Kurama shook his head, still whispering . . .

". . . it may be . . . just one word out of many, Hiei . . . but it was the first . . . " He said quietly, as he looked at To-chan, who was still smiling.

"Koi!" The little boy repeated cheerfully.

- . . . – Four months later (twins are now thirteen and a half months old) - . . . –

Kurama shook his head . . . they were now a little over a year old, and STILL Taori (Ri-chan) hadn't spoken . . . he sighed, burying his face in his arms on the cool, wooden surface.

A few minutes later, a disgruntled Hiei walked in, To-chan (Amoto) trailing behind him, and sat down at the kitchen table next to Kurama, watching the boy play with slitted eyes.

"He's a ningen." The fire demon said flatly. Kurama groaned.

"What makes you say that, Hiei?" He asked wearily, looking up from the safe haven of his own folded arms, green eyes tired.

"Hn." A crimson gaze shifted sideways to him. He nearly spat his response. "He's got no youki, only reiki." Kurama shook his head, sitting straight up.

"And yet . . . you're SURE . . . about that day . . . at Yusuke's . . . ?" Hiei scoffed again.

"YES; I'm sure. I know what I sensed, kitsune." He stated sourly. "But it must have disappeared. You insist on treating them like ningen children, after all . . ." Kurama winced at the shot, until they felt it.

A youki swirling around the air. Out of reflex, Kurama plucked up their son from the floor, holding him while the green eyes flitted around the room . . . then his eyes widened, and he whispered to Hiei in a low tone . . .

". . . perhaps . . . To-chan is not the one you sensed . . ."

"It's not the girl!" The Jaganshi hissed immediately in response, which earned him a cold glare from his lover.

"Are you sure, Hiei? At three months they WERE hard to tell apart, you know . . . their eye colors were nearly the same—"

"It is NOT the onna, kitsune!" Hiei insisted, practically snarling as the Jaganshi continued.

"She is the YOUNG one! She is the WEAK one! She is—"

"—the only one that's not here now." Kurama interrupted quietly, still holding Amoto. A child with a powerful youki was anything but safe . . . no control . . . no discipline . . . no idea about what she was capable of . . .

"Let's go check on Ri-chan, ne?" The youko said, barely letting a moment pass before heading to the room where she was—ah—had been—napping.

It was just as Kurama expected.

As soon as they opened the door, a burst of wind swirled around them, keeping them from getting too close.

"Ri-chan! Taori!!" Kurama called into the gale, trying to locate his daughter . . .

"RI-CHAN!!" He yelled, starting to force his way into the tempest, but Hiei stopped him. The redhead looked back, eyes cold, to his koi, who merely frowned and held out his hands for the boy.

You'll do better without him. Hiei sent telepathically to the fox, while taking the young, whimpering boy from his lover. Kurama nodded, then proceeded to find his way through the wind . . . finding it hard to walk, he shielded his face with his arms, trudging through . . . until . . .

Calm?

He was standing next to the crib, and all around him—in the room—there was a tunnel of wind. Kurama peeked over the edge, spying the young girl, her face contorted in fear as she thrashed in the blankets. His heart went out to her in that moment . . .

She . . . she was having . . . a nightmare . . .

He gently picked her up, holding her against him . . .

The toddler instantly buried her face into his chest, and he whispered to her, rubbing her back.

"Ri-chan . . . Ri-chan . . . it's alright . . . wake up . . . Ri-chan . . ." He asked softly.

Then she shifted against him, and he heard a whimper come up from her now- quivering form . . .

"Kitsune?" She whispered, and his eyes widened. / Her first word / . . . he thought, deeply touched . . .

"Ri-chan . . ." He continued soothingly, still patting her back . . . until the winds subsided from around the room, and she fell asleep again, cuddled up against the fox . . . and Hiei was standing there.

The Jaganshi sighed as Kurama met his gaze.

". . . . you may be right, kitsune. The girl MAY have the youki I sensed . . ."

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Ok, anyone confused now, lol n.n;;;

Gomen . . .

Well, ah . . . not sure if Taori could say 'kitsune' at only thirteen months but I figured . . . if you're really smart you don't start talking for a while . . . so . . . her first word could be . . . more advanced . . . right?

T.T;;;

ah . . . nevermind . . .

please review, minna!

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ESPECIALLY THIS CHAPTER!!!

because EVERYONE hates OCs, right? u.u;;;

I really didn't have a choice, though . . .

'cause . . . you know . . . in the series they don't have kids . . .

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PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, MINNA!!!

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EVEN IF YOU HAVEN'T REVIEWED BEFORE!!

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I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!!

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Ja . . .

- Kita u.u;;;

. . . peace out . . . I guess . . .

PS-ness (NOT PMS-ness -.-# . . . hentai . . .) . . .

Henka: Switch

look it up on 'search' under 'title' and 'Yu Yu Hakusho'

—if you want to, that is.

you're a big KxH / HxK fan, you might like it . . .

PPS-ness . . .

yes, I've nicknamed the kids.

Amoto is To-chan (amo-TO)

Taori is Ri-chan (tao-RI)

. . . . IF you didn't get that, that is n.n;;; . . .

They're my characters. I came up with them, so I get to nickname them . . . don't like the names, tough tomatoes -.-#

sigh . . . gomen . . . it's almost midnight and I've been typing all night, you know how it is . . .

Ja, minna.

- Kita (peace) out [ . . . for real this time -.-# . . .]