Disclaimer: We don't own Pokemon or Yu Yu Hakusho but we will someday after we "persuade" Yoshihiro Togashi and Satoshi Tajiri by making them eat seaweed donuts.

NOT FOR THOSE IN A TESTY MOOD

I want to be forgotten

Another morning, another day of going nowhere. Hiei was sick he was sick of being alone... He needed someone to hold him someone to tell him it was going to be all right. But alas, he was too moody and no one would take him.

And I don't want to be reminded

"Will I ever find them? My some one just for me." He thought to himself as he slid on his boots and headed for the door (does Hiei have a house? Don't know don't care).

You say "please don't make this harder."

He was a candle in the breeze. A recluse. A rebel without a cause. Your mothers worst nightmare, and that's how it had to stay he couldn't get soft. He wouldn't allow himself to.

No, I won't yet

Hiei wandered along the sidewalks, staring at them. It made him sick.

A ball rolled in his path and he kicked it into the street

Oh dear, is it real---

"HEY ASSHOLE THAT WAS MY KIDS BALL"

Hiei turned around. Startled. How dare this overweight middle-aged human filth disrupt his thought sequence? For Shaaaaaaaaaaame. But nonetheless it would do him no good to have a blow-up so he kept walking.

I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess. But no one comes in and yes, you're alone.

"Pikachu you have to try harder, buddy" came a raspy child molester-ish voice behind him.

What WAS that heavenly sound sent from the angels?

A boy wearing a white sleeved blue short sleeved (how the hell do you say that?) jacket, rave hair covered with red and white trucker hat with red tennis shoes, came to his feet (in slow motion) and turned to Hiei's direction.

The beast was stunned.

The boy ran cautiously into the street, grabbed the Childs ball and wandered over to where Hiei was standing.

"Hey man what was that for?"

"Don't ask about things that don't concern you, boy"

"He didn't do anything to you! What if he ran into the street himself and got hurt?!"

Hiei could feel his anger rising, but kept composure

"What's that yellow thing you have with you?"

"….Where have you been the last few years? …It's a Pokemon; it was all the rage not too long ago"

"I. See. So what does it do?"

I don't feel like explaining this so were going to skip over doodleloot doodloo doodle loot –imaginary wavy screen future transporter montage thing-

"Interesting... Could you teach me how to use one?"

"Sure"

Over the next few months Hiei and Ash met regularly in the park and Hiei learned the proper skills and how to's in raising Pokemon. But, his feelings for Mr. Ketchum. Feelings that were getting hard to hold back....