Title:Silver Tears: Fate

Author:Aki

Rating:PG-13 for languge and violence.

Notes:Flames will be ignored, unless they're really creative. If they are really creative, they will be responded to with a firm and emphatic "PFFFFFFFFFFT!" Shout-out to Tien-su for being my muse, Kyoko Kasshu-Minamino for beta listening (I read them to her over the phone ;), and Kal for being the inspiration for every sarcastic comment in this biatch.

Disclaimer:Yeah, my name's Togashi Yoshihiro and I created YYH. (hears angry mob) Uh....no I'm not and no I didn't. But Akimi, Kyoko, and Aruma are the property of me and my friends. So BACK OFF, BITCH! Heh.

- begin fic -

Hiei sat in "his" tree in the Minamino's backyard and reflected on the proposistion Kurama had just mentioned. "I don't know. Aruma's one hell of a fighter, she's kicked my ass before. But the young ones....they're powerful, that much is confirmed by their lineage. But I'm not sure they're ready for something like this."

"We've got a year," Kurama reminded him from his posistion beneath the tree.

"That may not be enough."

"Six months was enough for Yuusuke and Kuwabara."

"They had had experience with fights of such magnitude before. Your daughters haven't."

"They can learn. They need this experience, Hiei. To know what they will be dealing with one day. There have already been assassination attempts. They need to know how to defend themselves." Hiei shook his head.

"The Dark Tournament is no way to train someone, Kurama."

"Competition is the only way to get through their heads, and you know it." Kurama looked up. "Or are you simply protecting your wife?"

"That's my job, isn't it?" Hiei shot back. "You want to fling her into a deathtrap."

"Only because I'm sure she can get herself out."

"Have you forgotten what happened to us?" Hiei subconsiously flexed the fingers on his right hand. Kurama noticed.

"No. I haven't. But they have to show the Makai that they are everything they've heard and more. Otherwise, they'll be seen as weak." Hiei sighed.

"This is foolish, kitsune. But there doesn't seem to be anything I can say to change your mind." Kurama was silent. "I suppose you want me on the team."

"Would you rather it be Kuwabara?"

"Hn."

- -

"Kuwabara no baka! Put me down!" Akimi swung at Kuwabara's knees from her upside-down posistion. Kuwabara clenched her ankle tighter.

"Nope. Call me stupid, will ya!"

"Yeah, I will! Now lemme down!"

"I thought you didn't fight girls," Kyoko commented mildly from behind her magazine. Kuwabara looked at her.

"I don't. This isn't a girl. This is evil in its purest form. Ow!" He glared down at Akimi, who had grabbed a pair of siccors and was currently stabbing his ankle. "See? Heh, that's all you can reach anyway." Akimi swung her free leg around and caught Kuwabara in the side of the head, knocking him over. As soon as she hit the ground, she rolled away and flopped on the couch.

"The dumber they are," she mused with a grin. Kuwabara mumbled something about an Uzi and stood as Kurama and Hiei walked in the back door.

"Oya, Hiei," Kyoko greeted. "What have you two been talking about for so long?"

"Something important," Kurama answered. "Where's your mother?"

"Upstairs with Keiko," Akimi said, clicking the TV on. "Some big secret we're not allowed to hear. She's even blocking my Jagan." Kurama shared a look with Hiei and the koorime went to sit by his wife. Kurama jogged up the steps, nearly knocking his granddaughter over.

"Oops. Sorry, Hiro-chan." She shrugged and continued making her way down the steps. As she toddled towards her parents, Kuwabara scooped her up.

"Hey there, squirt." Raising her tiny fist, Hiromi knocked him square in the forehead.

"Lemme down, baka." Akimi grinned.

"That's m'girl." Rubbing his head, Kuwabara carried her to her father and handed her over. Hiromi curled against his chest and began tracing patterns on his shirt. Akimi flipped channels until landing on Fushigi Yuugi. Kyoko's eyes lifted from her magazine as she heard Tamahome's voice.

"Miaka."

"Tamahome!"

"Miaka."

"Tamahome!"

"Bleh." Akimi moved it from the mushy scene and Kyoko growled. "What?"

"Are you out of your mind? The screech came from upstairs as Keiko came down.

"Fight?" Kyoko asked.

"Yep."

"How big?" Akimi prodded.

"I think we'll need the Richter for this one." The two sisters shared a Look.

"Maybe I'd better take the little one outside," Akimi suggested, lifting Hiromi from her posistion on Hiei's lap. She had started for the back door when the doorbell rang. Groaning, she opened it, black hair swinging behind her like a curtain. "Urameshi, hey."

"Hey," He said. His jacket was swung over one shoulder and the white tee was soaked through. Akimi lifted an eyebrow.

"Is it hot outside?" She asked. He glared at her before explaining.

"I was on my way to pick up my fiancee when some jackass little kid decided it'd be funny to spray me with a hose." Akimi glared and pointed to Hiromi. "Oh, it's no worse than what she picks up from your mother. Anyway, this little twerp sprays me with the hose and--" Akimi closed her eyes.

"You didn't."

"Didn't what?"

"Get in a water fight with a ten-year-old." When she opened her eyes, Yuusuke had a decidedly "if I said no would you believe me" look on his face. She groaned and stepped back. "Get in here," she ordered. "And don't drip on the carpet or Kassan'll have me drying it out for an hour." She pushed him towards Keiko. "Take your fiancee to the laundry room," she ordered.

"You are completely fucking insane!"

"I'm taking Hiro out back."

-end chapter one-

Details on Aruma and Kurama's fight next chapter! I'll try to respond to any and all reviews. Reviews given on day of chapter post will be addressed in the next chapter.

Preview:

Kurama and Aruma go in for round two in Aru's POV, Project Let's Enter The Dark Tournament is revealed to the younger Minaminos, and Yuusuke gets his revenge on the "jackass little kid".

Quote of the Chapter:

Martin:Apples? Aliens don't eat apples.

Propmaster:Why not? They speak English.

I love that show. Anyway, until next time, I'm Andy and acting like an idiot entertains me.