SWEET! Five reviews!!!!!!!!!!! That's what I asked for and I got it! Yay! Thanks for reviewing, calling it interesting, and getting frustrated over a cliffie! I am so happy! Here's some s'mores! (gives loyal reviewers s'mores) - Anyways, I don't own YuYu Hakusho. But I do own the Meteora CD that the song came from in ch.1. On with the fic!

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Kurama shook his head as he walked out of the psychologist's office. Sure enough, it was schizophrenia. He stuffed his hands into his pockets absently. He heard many geniuses had mental problems, so maybe that was it. The voice that he heard was strange, almost familiar, as if he knew him.

Well, of course you know him, it's a voice in YOUR head, Suuichi. He thought, wondering if his newfound personality would answer.

/Yeah, I'm in your head, no one else's./ Ah, so he could talk to him, good. /So, you had to go to a doctor to verify that you're insane?/

I find it useful. Besides, mother wanted me to.

/You told your mother./ The voice said flatly. /How stupid are you, Suuichi?/

Not as stupid as you think, ominous one.

/Uh-huh. Sure, whatever./

Do you have a name?

/A name? Yeah, it's Youko./

Well, it's a nice name, at least it isn't anything dumb.

/Shut up, Minamono./

The trees waved above the sidewalk, blowing their dying red leaves fall down to the cold pavement, and crunched below Hiei's feet. His silver shirt was at least one size too big, but that's what he got from Lisa whenever she went shopping, nothing that fit. At least he bought his own pants and shoes, because she would never get that right. He refused to look anywhere other than directly in front of him, as if he wasn't worthy of looking anywhere else, or everything else wasn't worthy of being looked at. It was annoying, how colorful everything was at this time, the red trees, the pinkish clouds, everything. He didn't feel like going home. He didn't have to until midnight, but he felt like going to sleep in his dark room. All of the brightness bothered him. He decided he would leave the house again when it got dark.

He never understood why Kurama enjoyed all of it, the sky, the flowers that were slowly diminishing, and the trees...well, actually, the trees suddenly didn't look that bad. They almost looked......inviting. Hiei walked up to a tree that he decided would be a decent place to sit for a while. He climbed up the tree easily and sat on a branch roughly twelve feet above the ground, and covered very well be a dense blanket of leaves. He leaned against the tree, and heard a gentle 'thunk'. He sat up straight and looked at the tree. He tapped on the tree with his knuckles. It was hallowed. He chipped away the bark with his fingers, and when it got too thick, he pulled out a pocketknife and finished the job. He saw that the wood had been placed back to cover the hole. He pulled it out and put it on a neighboring branch. He put his hand in the dark hole, ready to stab anything that may think his hand would taste good. He felt something smooth and cold. He carefully wrapped his hand around it and pulled it out. He looked at it carefully. It was a sheath. And sticking out of it was a hilt. He pulled out the sword and looked at it. It was beautiful, despite the red tint it had. Hiei put his finger against the sharp edge. He pulled it back when he noticed the red liquid trickle down his hand. He looked wide-eyed at it. He had barely touched it and he was bleeding as if he had sliced his finger open. He looked at the red sash tied around it. He tore a piece off and wrapped it around his finger, he had seen a few drops fall to the ground and he didn't want anyone to look up and see a short guy with a sword. He stood up on the branch, and took off his shirt so he could hide the sword under it. He put his shirt back on and went down the tree and once he was halfway down he jumped to the ground.

Of course, his mind decided to deliver an unbearable pain through his body, causing him to fall on his knees. He clenched his head in pain. What kind of damn migraine was this?! He clenched his head tighter, burying his nails into his scalp. He gritted his teeth so hard it felt like they were going to shatter. His whole body started burning, causing him to be completely oblivious to the fact his knees were bleeding beyond reason. He felt like he was being burned alive and was unaware that the growing puddle of blood was starting to bubble and boil. It splattered onto his shirt, dotting it with red. His head started to bleed from him clawing into his scalp. He couldn't stand the pain! He growled through his teeth and felt tears fall from his eyes. He fought the urge to scream, the pain was like someone was driving a chainsaw through his skull. He shut his eyes, managing to think, damn, doesn't anyone walk down this road!? Then an image flashed through his head, Yukina, and he was watching her from a tree. Why would he think about her now? And he never watched her from a tree, did he? He was dying, thinking about made up memories, and going insane like Kurama, great. Then, the pain suddenly stopped.

He opened his eyes carefully. He looked at the ground; two small black jewels lay on the pavement. He carefully sat down, and picked up the stones. They were like nothing he had seen before. But they weren't there earlier. He looked at his knees, who knew concrete did so much damage to his favorite jeans, which were soaked in blood. He still had a burning feeling, though. It was small, but relevant. He pushed up his right sleeve, but noticed the dragon head on the back of his hand. It wound around his arm, black and fiery. Great, now he had just survived the pains from hell, was covered in blood, had a sword, no, a katana, two black stones and a new tattoo that came from nowhere. Should be fun explaining.

"Look, grandma, there is no way I'm going to be upside down on that spike using only my finger!"

"Well, slacker, you are supposed to use your energy to keep from touching the spike! Now hurry up, I don't have all day!"

"Well, you're not the one about to kill yourself!"

"If you did, it would be a favor, not a loss."

"Yo, Urameshi!" Yusuke opened his eyes and saw Kuwabara's goofy face looming over him. "It's one thirty; get up, you know, Saturday?"

Yusuke rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Yeah, sure, I know. Kurama didn't call yet, did he?" He walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Then he opened it back up, now shirtless. "Do ya mind, I gotta take a shower and stuff! I'll meet you in the park!" He slammed the door shut, leaving Kuwabara puzzled. He shrugged and walked out of Yusuke's house. Yusuke heard him leave and sighed. "Weird dream."

/IN DA PARK/

Kurama had begun to accept his fate of insanity. His newfound alter ego, though, had decided he didn't like backmind driving.

/I can take over this body, you know./

I'm well aware of schizophrenia, I know you can.

/And you don't care? I'm a psychotic killer, I'll go after everyone, then finish off this body./

No you won't.

/No, I won't. So, Suuichi.../

Youko.

/Can I have a turn?/

Kurama stumbled at the statement. What kind of nut was Youko? Are you insane? NO.

/For the last time, you're the insane one. And I just want to walk around for a bit./

No. You aren't going to. I won't let you.

/Sometimes you won't have much of a choice./ Youko sneered. Kurama felt the urge to look down. He did, and noticed his shadow was about two feet too tall with long stringed hair and animalistic ears perched on top of the head. And he noticed the tail.

"Oh, no." He gasped. "What is that?"

/It's me. I'm your shadow for now, a mere memory, something hidden in the darkness of your mind. But I won't be forever. You WILL remember, Suuichi./

Youko! Explain!

Silence greeted him mentally.

Remember what?

Remember what? Hiei heard. He lashed around. "What do you want, Kurama?" He blinked. That was Kurama's voice, but where was Kurama? He walked towards the water fountain, and saw the long, flowing red hair that indicated that it was the back of his friend's head. He casually approached him and stood in front of him, staring at the emotionless face with emerald eyes embedded in it.

"Hn." Hiei grunted, getting Kurama's attention. Kurama looked up at Hiei, whose face wasn't very far from the ground he was staring at.

"Hello, Hiei."

"Kurama." Hiei was wearing a big yellow shirt (there's a picture online of him in it. KAWAII!) and some blue jeans, brighter than usual, that was for sure. "What're you doing here?"

"Waiting to meet Yusuke and Kuwabara. Care to join?" Kurama half-smiled, he always did that when he was talking to Hiei, unless he was teasing him, it must have been a sympathy-for-the-loner thing. Hiei sat down next to him, after looking at the water hatefully for an unknown moment. "So, why are you here?"

"Walking." Hiei said shortly.

"I see. Well, why are you walking here, then?" Kurama asked.

"People." Kurama raised a brow. Hiei and people didn't mix. Hiei decided to explain. "I had something weird happen. I jumped from a tree and then my head..." Hiei trailed off. Kurama nodded, he understood what happened. They never told Yusuke and Kuwabara, or Lisa, for that matter, about Hiei's powerful sudden neurological pains. Hiei thought it was a sign of weakness and refused to let anyone know. Kurama found out because it happened when Hiei was at his house, Hiei ended up being a little out-of-sync afterwards, mental institution out-of-sync.

"Are you okay?" Kurama had just remembered, Hiei was in a coma for about a month once from one of the occurrences. "It wasn't too bad, was it?"

Kurama looked straight at Hiei's eyes. The blood red was hinting an undeterminable emotion. He looked at him carefully and saw that he was nervous. Hiei looked down at his arm and rolled up the sleeve. A black dragon was wound around Hiei's forearm, and its head rested on the back of his hand. "It just, appeared. And it burns." He said it all in his painfully emotionless tone. "How does a killer head pain give you a tattoo, much less a cool one?" He smirked, trying to eliminate Kurama's pity. Kurama couldn't help but smile, of course his best friend would try to blow it off like it was nothing.

"You should go see a doctor, Hiei. You need to know what's causing this."

Hiei glared at him suddenly. "I'll be fine, OKAY? I'm different than you, I don't need to go find out more about my psychological problems." He pulled his sleeve back down, because it was so long, it even covered the head. "I don't want your sympathy, kits-"Hiei froze. What the hell was he about to call him?

"What?" Kurama tilted his head curiously. "What were you going to say?"

Hiei stood up quickly and walked off, his back facing Kurama. "Nothing."

"What as that all about?" Kurama turned around. Of course, Kuwabara and Yusuke, who leaned closer to Kurama, glaring at his emerald eyes. "Well?"

"It's nothing, Yusuke. Don't worry." Kurama turned his head away from Yusuke's gaze. He decided to get to the point of the meeting. "The doctor said I had schizophrenia." Kuwabara raised a brow. "Isn't that when you hear voices in your head?"

"Sort of, not really. It's when you have more than one personality, it's like two different minds in one body, but it is really something the mind concocts, there is only one mind, and it makes the person develop a split personality, which can change completely unprovoked."

"So is the other you a nutcase or is he dumb?" Yusuke kicked a rock absently, and the image of a tall man with a dot on his forehead and dark, menacing eyes shot through his head. He shrugged off the picture. It was as dumb as his dream, and just as pointless.

"I'm not sure, Yusuke, but I'm sure you'll have the pleasure of meeting someday." Kurama smiled weakly, the thought of Youko lingered.

"What if it's a girl, and makes you wear a dress to school?" Kuwabara rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Kurama felt his body twitch from Youko pressuring him to wring the carrot-tops' neck.

"I seriously doubt that, Kuwabara. That's what you do in your room, try on dresses." Yusuke sneered, and barely dodged a fist, which then met a tree.

"OUCH!" He pulled his fist back, looking at his red knuckles. "Jeez, Urameshi, that hurt!"

"You're the one who wanted to punch a tree." Yusuke crowed. He looked up into the tree, thinking he saw something. A shadow shrunk away carefully. He smirked slyly, and grabbed a branch with both hands. He swung himself up, like a gymnast, and kicked something, which happened to be a someone, who fell in a bush. Kurama jumped up and walked up to the bush, and saw a little kid wearing pink and yellow, including his hat.

"Are you alright?" He held out a hand, which the kid gladly accepted. He stepped out of the bush and smiled. He had brown hair and three pink star tattoos, which looked like the ones that cost about fifty cents, below his left eye. "Yeah, I'm okay, just got stuck trying to get my yo-yo out from there." He pointed up, and sure enough, there was a pink and yellow yo-yo stuck in the tree. Kuwabara looked at the little kid skeptically. He seemed familiar, in a 'tried-to-beat-me-up' kind of way. He shook his head and reached up and grabbed the yo-yo and handed it to the boy.

"Thanks, Ku- oh, wait, what's your name?" He smiled.

"Uh, Kuwabara. And this is Urameshi and Kurama." He looked down at the very short kid. "You got a name, kid?"

"Yeah, it's Rinku." He stated, playing with the yo-yo.

"He who toys with others. Interesting name, Rinku." Kurama muttered.

(AN: I made that up, if you know what his name means, please tell me.)

"Yeah, I don't get it. I don't toy with people." Then, quietly, "Much."

Yusuke looked at Rinku. Did he know him? Pheh, the only little kid he slightly knew or liked was the kid he saved from that car. Wait a minute, he thought. He had never saved any kid from a car! "You're Yusuke, right?" He looked at Rinku. "Yeah, how'd you know my first name?"

Rinku grinned even wider. "I overhear gangs saying they got pummeled by you. They talk real loud. Could you take out their vocal cords next time?" He thought of when he had run into a gang once. They were a little, tied up still. The strings were supposed to slowly get tighter and tighter, constricting the punks who thought beating up a demon who could've posed as a fourth grader would be fun. Humans, were stupid.

"Yeah, sure, no problem. Sounds fun." He watched as Rinku pulled off a bunch of tricks with his yo-yo, some that looked virtually impossible.

"Well, I better go, I have to go meet up with some friends." He smiled, AGAIN, then walked off.

"That kid's too happy. I don't like him, he makes me feel kinda, I don't know, but it's like a creepy tingly feeling, with goosebumps." Kuwabara shuddered. Kurama and Yusuke both looked at him like he was an idiot. "The kid's like, ten. For god's sakes, Kuwabara. You're sixteen, and afraid of a little kid!" Yusuke hit him upside his head (FUN!).

"Yusuke, we know him?" Kurama asked, winking.

"Actually, now that you mention it..." He turned around to Kuwabara. "Who the hell are you?"

"Not funny, guys."

Hiei sighed, and walked into his house, okay, Lisa's house. He had took his shirt off, since he had another 'episode' on the way home, and he ended up drenching most of the shirt in sweat and the rest was burned away somehow. He looked at his arm briefly, then he peered into the living room, where he saw Lisa and her boyfriend watching a movie. She turned around and saw him.

"Hi, Hiei, it's about time. Brandon made dinner for us. Yours is in the microwave." She looked at his hand that was clasped around the wall. She saw the black on it. "That's not what I think it is." She said flatly. Hiei held up his arm, showing the tattoo he got unwillingly. "You got a tattoo?!"

"Get over it." Hiei walked into the kitchen, tossed the food he had into the trash, then marched up the stairs and went into his room, and heard Brandon say to Lisa, 'He's just rebelling, he'll be over it in a while.' Yeah, right.

He shut his door and walked into his bathroom. He took out his left contact, then gazed at his mirror. Why could he still see? He took out the other. His vision was perfect, even better than perfect, it was intense for keen his vision was. Then he froze. His eyes weren't brown anymore. They were the same color as his contacts, only darker and menacing.

"What the hell?" He couldn't believe it. His eyes were now red! A blood red, and he could see real good, stupidly good. He went into his room and looked under his bed, and pulled out his new katana. It felt like he had always held it, like he had it for a long time. Then two words shot through his head, something that made him sneer for unknown reasons.

The Jagan.

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Well, well, well. I'm done with this chapter. Sorry it took so long. Well, is it good so far? If it is, review, if it isn't, review, baka! It's gonna get interesting............. R&R!