Catse: Yay! Guess what! Since some of you really wanted to see a sequel to Dance of Swords, I started one! I hope you like it. I've already got a complete idea for what's going to happen in the story, but it may take me a while to write each chapter for it, considering I have a busy-body school, so bear with me if it takes a while to update. Anyways, here's the first chapter of the sequel. It's a little long, and I apologize (didn't realize I wrote so much when I thought about posting), but if you really like the story I'm sure you'll be wondering why it wasn't longer. Oh well, here you go!

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Disclaimer: I don't own YYH and who knows if they ever do decide to have children. That should be the next series of YYH. Like Yu Yu Hakusho, Children's turn or something!

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Kenya sighed as he stepped through the gates leading to his school.

'Another year of school...Man! Why can't I ever do anything interesting?'

'Because you're a growing boy and mom wants you to be well educated...that's why.' His conscience told him strictly.

'Oh shut up...'

His summer was now over.

No more fun trips to Spirit World with his father.

Homework wouldn't give him time.

No more fishing, hunting demons, or helping out at the family Dojo.

Why? Because he had school.

'Stupid school...why can't I just be home taught?'

"Hey brat. You forgot your lunch." He heard a familiar voice from behind.

"Oh, hey Yoru. Aren't you supposed to be at school?" he replied, turning to glare at his older sister.

Yoru Nohara was a tall thin scraggly looking woman, with long silky black hair like their mother's, and deep, frighteningly green eyes.

She always wore black, with any sort of studded bracelets and earrings she could find, and never wore uniform so as to spite her teachers.

Yoru rarely ever smiled, and when she did, it was when she was bullying someone.

"Screw the teachers. If I want to take a day off, I will."

"But it's the first day of school Yoru! You can't skip that day! At least show up if nothing else." Kenya pleaded, glaring.

"Like I said...screw the teachers. They don't own me, and neither does their school." She replied wistfully, dropping the wrapped lunch in her brother's hands before leaving. "See you later."

"Bye Yoru."

His sister turned at the gates and left, without even showing signs that she had heard her brother's reply. When she was out of hearing range, Kenya cursed her for all he was worth.

"Geez! I may not like school, but I at least try to show up for the first day! Stupid stuck up sister!"

"Yo Kenya! Wait up! I don't walk that fast!"

He froze for a moment, thinking it was his sister, but then knowing about her attitude and voice, he knew it was someone else.

'Who now?'

For the second time in that five minute period, Kenya turned around to greet whoever it was that called him.

He was surprised to find the person that came up to him.

She was the daughter of a friend of his fathers, and they had only been acquainted just recently.

Katai Uremeshi was her name...and she wasn't exactly one of his favorite people to hang with.

Her brown hair was snipped short, so as to not get in her way, and her brown eyes always glared, even if she happened to be smiling.

Her and her father, Yusuke Uremeshi, usually ganged up on people that bullied any others, and they made a pretty good team, using spirit attacks and the sort. Kenya had heard many stories of Yusuke from his father, in which the man, as a teenager just barely getting his job, had defeated demons of all sorts, learned the Spirit Wave technique from the psychic Genkai, and saved the world many a time in the past.

If it weren't for him in fact, the Earth would be overrun with demons to the extent that humans would be a rarity.

"Hello Katai." He responded as politely as he could muster, as the said girl came up to his side.

"First day of school...It's going to be boring as hell. Want to join up with me in corrupting it? We could run down the hall screaming fire...wouldn't that be fun?" Katai smiled sweetly, her hands resting behind her head in a comfortable fashion.

"No. I don't do that." Kenya replied, walking away.

Katai followed, just as persistent as she was said to be.

"Then how about we throw toilet paper all over the school and blame the janitors?"

"No. I don't do that either."

"Oh come on! You're no fun! We got to do something today!"

"How about we behave and pretend we screwed the day up, okay?" Kenya replied hastily as he stepped through the double doors into the school.

"You really are no fun. Fine, screw you. I'll find something to do." Katai scowled, walking away.

Kenya sighed in relief, glad that he got rid of her.

She wasn't the kind of person he usually made good friends with.

Although she did have ways of making him laugh if she wanted.

She had him chuckling that last time they met, but of course, he had the same cold stone personality as his father, so a chuckle was the most she could get.

It was just, well...he was more behaved than anyone in his family, and he preferred to take the smarter route than the more interesting one.

Classes sped by quickly as the day wore on.

The only class Kenya could call his favorite though was Gym.

Over the years, since he could first even walk, he was trained in Martial Arts and Sword Tactics.

His endurance was the same as his father's, in which he had the agility, strength, and perception that was him.

He even had his own small collection of swords, in which he had mastered each one as he got it.

His father always wanted to make sure he was on his feet.

In fact, when he was walking around the house or the dojo, his father would sometimes jump out and attack him without warning, so as to practice his awareness and stealth.

To say the least, Kenya was well trained in every aspect of fighting there was, including his mother's Sword Dancing technique.

It looked silly when performed in his way of thinking, but his father had told him of the times he had used it and how it had come in handy against demons he had fought.

So, with that in mind, he dealt with the training and the girly moves he had to practice.

In Gym, the coach was a well trained elder, whom made sure they used every minute of the period to run, exercise, or lift weights.

Kenya had nothing against it, impressing the coach and easily making it on his favorites list when he was one of the few that managed to finish the lap with out stopping to walk.

It was him...and Katai...in which she was still asking if he'd like to trash the school somehow.

Of course, she too liked the coach, so the both of them were given special tasks instead of the exercising the others were doing.

They got to spar against each other.

The match never finished of course.

When it had started, Katai had worked her moves, making sure to attack without Spirit Energy so as to not receive trouble for doing so.

Kenya did the same, fighting and dodging with a speed that he had received from his father's genes.

Unfortunately, the period ended before they could finish the match, and so it was considered a draw.

"I'll kick your ass tomorrow then." Katai mused sweetly, leaving to the girls locker room to change.

'She's spooky...'

He changed quickly, and left before she was finished in the locker room.

Finally, the end of the day came around, and he left to pick up his younger sister from her elementary school.

To his delight, Katai didn't see him leave the school grounds.

His younger sister Satou, was only four, and just barely attending her first day of Kindergarten, in which she had been excitedly waiting for it for months.

He had the idea she would end up hating school when the recesses got shorter and the naps disappeared, but until then, he would let her think school was the most wonderful thing in the world.

When he got to the elementary, he was surprised to find his father leaning against a tree in the front, waiting for his daughter to come out of the school.

"Hey Dad." Kenya acknowledged his father, stepping up next to him.

Kenya was only a few inches taller than his father, whom was at least five feet tall if you counted the tip of his hair. His hair, tall and pointed (gravity defying really) had the white stroke over the front that reminded Kenya of a broken star.

As usual, his father wore black, this time a baggy pair of jeans with a t-shirt with the emblem Don't mess with me...You won't go home alive on the front, and the black jacket over it.

"You came to pick up your sister?" His father asked, without acknowledging his son's name.

"Yeah. Why are you here?"

"Your mother insisted I be here to make sure Satou was okay."

"Yeah, mom does worry a lot."

"Where's Yoru?"

"I have no idea." Kenya replied truthfully, leaning up against the fence near the tree, his hands behind his head in comfort. "She told me she wasn't going to school. So I'm gathering she headed off with her clique to some graveyard."

Yoru was strange in that aspect.

There was something about graves and dead bodies she had an interest in, and her and her friends would hang out at a graveyard, dancing on the graves or pretending they were witches so as to try to put a spell on the dead, simply to see if they would live again as the undead.

She creeped him out, even though she was his sister, because she had always been that way.

The bell rang, signaling that school was out, and they watched as the stampede of young children raced from the doors, running in various different directions.

Finally, after a little searching they found Satou, walking out with a young friend of hers.

She too had the black silky hair of the family, only her eyes were red like her father's and attitude was similar to her mother's.

Satou waved good bye to her friend and then ran up to her father and brother excitedly.

"Hi Daddy! Hi Kenya!" She chirped happily, immediately taking her father's hand in hers sweetly as they left the school grounds.

"How was school?" Kenya asked as they walked home to together, his little sister skipping happily all the way.

"It was wonderful! My teacher Mrs. Izuma said I was a wonderful student, and that I did really well and class and that she was amazed I could read already. They said they wanted to put me in another grade higher than what I'm in now, but I don't think I'm ready." She rambled, jumping up and down in excitement.

"Interesting." His father replied as they turned into the dojo.

The Flaming Swords Dojo, their "family" dojo, was only a block from the school, in which many of the students attending Satou and Kenya's schools, attended here to learn self-defense.

His father was well known for his temper, but also for his grand teachings, and how they came in as handy as they did. Such as normal martial arts. Many of the students learned many fighting techniques and stances, including sword stances, and many of them usually were able to take care of their problems in a week or less. As they entered the dojo, they were greeted by the sound of music playing loudly in the Sword room.

Through the glass, they witnessed many new and old students dancing to the rhythm, swinging their swords, some perfect, other's not so perfect.

Their mother's old student, Suki sat in the corner, polishing swords that weren't being used.

Suki had mastered the art of Sword Dancing, Street Fighting from Yusuke, and a few extra moves their father threw in for when she was caught up in a sticky situation. She used to live with them, but recently, she earned herself a job at a local school, teaching gym to High-school students, being only a few years older than them. On her free time however, she helped out where ever she could at the dojo, keeping swords and wooden katanas in check and repair.

Their father slipped away from them quietly as he always did, leaving them to watch the performance as he left to prepare for his afternoon class.

When the entire dance was finished, their mother stepped out of the room wiping sweat from her forehead.

"Ah...Kenya...Satou...how was school?" she inquired between huffs.

There mother was slightly taller than their father, with the long silky black strands of hair that swept and flowed like water, and the deepest blue eyes that made you think of the ocean every time you received the chance to peer into their depths.

"It was wonderful Mommy!" Satou acknowledged before Kenya. "I had the bestest time at school!"

"How about you Kenya? Did you like school?" The mother asked, slipping behind the front counter as her students began to pour out of the Sword room, waving goodbye to their teacher as they left.

"Yeah. It was okay..." he mumbled as she pulled out a jug of cold water from the small fridge they kept under the table.

"I see...So it's not enthusiastically wonderful is it?" She replied with a smile, pouring the water into four plastic cups.

One she handed to Satou, the other to Kenya.

The other two he believed were for his mother and father.

To make truth of his thoughts, their mother picked up a glass and took a sip.

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"Well...you know that girl that came with Dad's friend?"

"You mean Katai Uremeshi? Yes...what about her?"

"She goes to my school."

"Oh...well that's not too bad. What, you don't like her very much?" She replied, taking Satou's little pink back pack so that she could walk around.

She even took Kenya's, in which he thankfully accepted.

"Well...no...not really...She's really nosy and she likes to mis-behave..."

"Well she is her father's daughter you know. Her father was the same way when he went to highschool. I'm surprised though, that now he's calmed down so much as to actually take care of that Ramen shop they got started a few months ago. I've heard that a lot of people were afraid to go there at first, but when they saw how tame Yusuke had become, they actually flooded in to buy some of his famous ramen. That and fighting is strictly forbidden in the shop, or else Yusuke will get into the mix and things would turn ugly. I think his wife, Keiko made that rule if you ask me. Yusuke wouldn't do such a thing. In fact, he'd most likely stick a 24 HOUR KICK EVERYONE'S ASS sign on the front door and be the guy with the boots and fists running around shooting at everyone."

Kenya chuckled at the thought.

He had met Yusuke, and actually found himself to like the man.

Yusuke was still young for his age, just barely reaching his thirties, and yet it was amazing that he had seen so much more war and fighting in that short amount of time than of any military Veteran back from war.

Yusuke knew his fighting techniques, and his street fighting, and a lot of his Spirit Energy considering he had master the Spirit Wave, his old sensei's fabled weapon.

He was a Veteran of the worlds, that was for certain.

His daughter however, was far more lively and vicious in a temper than her father ever was, and she never actually waited a moment to think things through. Should anything happen, she acted on instinct and instinct alone, making her a terrible strategist.

"I gather she was trying to drag you into mischief?" Kenya nodded. Their mother giggled with a nod. "Children are so cute. They have feelings for each other but they never show them..." She giggled again.

"WHAT!? Mom! We're not like that! Hell I'd rather drop into the pits of demon world rather than go on a date with her. Her idea of a night on the town is to bag two runaway demons and a gang of bandits in jail on the streets of Tokyo. She has no idea of how to be a female!"

"So I see you've been watching her a while. Well, if you ever go to have a date you tell me and I'll rent you a limo or something." Their mother chuckled.

"Awww! Mom!" Kenya groaned, running his fingers through his hair. "It's not like that and it never will be!"

"Oh come on Kenya. I'll grow you some flowers!" Suki laughed as she stepped in the door. "You know I've got a green thumb...!"

"Geez! I never get left alone!" Kenya hissed, dragging himself into one of the changing rooms in the back to get dressed into his dojo suit.

After school, all three children usually had lessons of their own at different levels, and then afterwards helped where ever they could. Today, Kenya was to learn a little more on the elemental version of Spirit Energy. Apparently, depending on your race of demon or your family chain, you had a certain Elemental quality to your energy. His father was half fire, half ice, while his mother was half-fire and half-earth. He had taken more after his father, using fire as his primary element. Yoru used Ice most of the time, and strangely, that was her only real element.

With Satou, they didn't know. She had yet to use a single ounce of her energy, even though they had tried in the past to get her to release some of it. Knowing the basis of the energy would help out with what path of training to put her on.

When Kenya stepped out, Satou was already dressed and running in circles around her mother, still exuberant about the day she had had.

"What the hell did they feed you at school girl?" Suki laughed, watching the little bundle of energy run around. "You're getting me dizzy."

"I had breakfast, then a snack, then lunch, then another snack, then juice then—"

"Okay, let me get more specific. What in "detail" did you eat?"

Satou stopped running in circles and sat down in the middle of the floor a moment, her chin rested in her palm.

She sat like that a few minutes, her eyes open and blank.

Then, clapping her hands together, she leapt back to her feet and smiled.

"Well...?" Suki pressed on.

"I...Can't remember!" Satou chirped, resuming her circular run around the room.

Suki slapped her forehead and shook her head with a smile.

"Dratted kid...can't even remember what she ate today at school..." He heard her mumble as she stepped back into the Sword Area.

"Better run along Kenya. You're father won't wait forever." His mother reminded him, shooing him away from the main room.

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Catse: There you go! First chapter complete. I thought about splitting it up somewhere in the text, but I couldn't find a really good spot, so I stuck with what I had. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible, so please be patient. Thanx for reading!