Catse: Hiyya peoples! Because it's Thanksgiving, and I had the time due to vacation, I decided to update a day early. I had one person ask if I was going to go from Katai's point of view. Funny as it is, I was already planning to do it next. Most of this is from Kenya's point of view, considering he is the most honored child of Hiei right now, and the last story was Hiei's point of view. Although Seika has become a major character as well. Well, I hope you like this chapter, so please R&R.

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Disclaimer: See chapter one....

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"Where the hell are you going?" Yusuke shouted above the loud television his wife, Keiko, was trying to watch. She had been trying all day to watch a movie or two on the set, but Yusuke was in one of his wryled up moods that required he shout to vent his stress.

"Out Dad!" Their daughter Katai argued, setting her pack of stuff on her shoulders.

"Where?!"

"Out!"

They continued to argue, even after Katai had stepped out of the house.

Yusuke followed, still trying to keep the argument flowing. Keiko was all too happy to have the loudest people she knew out of her home, at least for a little while so she could have some peace and quiet.

"You still haven't answered me!"

"Don't need to Dad!"

"Why are you being difficult?!"

"Why do you keep questioning me?!"

"I've got to know where my daughter is off to this late in the afternoon!"

"Dad, it's only three."

"Still."

"Dad, go beat some one up. You look like you could use it."

"Hell no! Why do that when I have a daughter that serves a challenge!"

"Told you Dad! I'm leaving! I have no time for kicking ass with you right now!"

"But you are going to kick ass with some one right? Who?!"

"Dad!"

The argument lasted, even as Katai walked down the main street of Tokyo, not even looking at her father when she yelled back.

A few people stared at her, as if there was something extremely odd with this picture, but Katai's only response was to ignore, or glare back.

Almost everyone simply went on their way. One guy however, took a look at her and seemed to size her up, but she didn't notice.

She was just too caught up in trying to get away from her father, that she couldn't notice what was happening around her.

"Why are you being so persistant?!" She shouted back.

"I'm a father! I should!"

"Father! Hah! What kind of father! The kind that annoys his daughter into telling him every subject of her life!"

"Hell no! My teachers used to do that!"

"So what are you doing now?"

It took Yusuke a moment to think of an answer, but the only real response he could return was the truth.

"You've got a day before you go in and I want you to be prepared."

Katai stopped for a moment as the words sunk in. Then she turned towards her father, and smiled. "I am prepared. Living with you taught me to be. You don't have to worry. No demon under A can handle me and any demon over has you to deal with if they hurt me. Don't worry."

"Kids…." He said with a shake of his head. "Look, I just want to know where the hell I can locate you in an emergency."

"Well. Since you put it that way old man, I'm heading to Genkai's for some training with the guys. Now will you leave me alone?" Katai gave her father a knowing glare, and he rolled his eyes, nodding.

"Yeah. That's all I need. But why'd you need to call me an old man? I'm not that old."

"Why'd you need to call me a kid? I'm not that young."

Both father and daughter exchanged glares, smiles springing on their faces before they even noticed the gang of guys walk in behind them from the alley way they had turned their backs on.

"Hey pretty. How's it goin'?" The guy in front inquired, as he and his group walked up to Yusuke and Katai.

There were about fifteen guys at least, each with a pocket knife or crow bar, or any other weapon-like instrument they could get their hands on.

Not at all a challenge for the practiced detectives.

"Hey pretty? What kind of a pick up line is that? I've heard cows say better things."

"Don't insult Cobra! He'll slice your neck for a rude word like that! Be glad he's taken an interest in you bitch!" One of the men behind the leader announced, flipping out his pocket knife.

"Bitch? How dare you call my daughter that you bastard!" Yusuke shouted back, looking a little agitated. People that didn't know him, would say he was overly ticked and temperamental. Those that did know him, would say he was spoiling for a fight, and looking rather ready to have fun on the guys before him.

"Geeze. They have no style, do they Dad?" Katai asked, smiling brightly.

"Yo father-figure. How about you head on home while we have a short talk with you daughter. Won't take long old man! And you'll keep from getting hurt."

"Old man? What is it with you people? Just cause I have a few grey hairs and a couple of tiny wrinkles I'm an old man! Keh! I could still kick your asses even when I'm ninety and in a wheel chair you newbies!"

Katai chuckled. "Tell 'em Dad." She replied, knowing that these guys didn't stand a chance with anyone of their stature. Hell, her father fought demons almost every day when it came to being a Spirit Detective, and when he didn't have demons, she was his fighting partner. She knew exactly what kind of power her father had, and one flick of his wrist could send these fifteen some men into the wall wishing they hadn't called him an "old man".

"Come on Cobra! Let's just finish this guy off. We can have his daughter when we're done." Another man said behind his leader.

They all smiled and began waving their weapons like a tribe of unruly idiots.

"Have me? Who the hell says you can have me? Who the hell says my Dad is standing in the way of you getting to me? Did you all forget about me or something? No, of course you did. I'm a chick and you're cowards. Come on, show me what you got!" Katai shouted to them, dropping her back back on the ground so as to take a fighting position.

"Hey! I had my eyes on them first! You can't hug all these guys to yourself." Yusuke argued.

"Yes I can! They insulted me!"

"They insulted me too! I'm not an old man!"

"But I need the training! You said so yourself! Besides, these guys are ticking me off! Come on Dad! Let me have them!"

"Hell no!"

The gang stood there stunned for a moment, feeling like a limited-time offer at a beating buffet as daughter and father argued.

Weren't they the subject here? What was with these guys?

"Um…Hey…Um…Excuse me…." One guy mumbled, trying to catch their attention.

But Yusuke and Katai were too busy fighting to turn and look.

"Hey! Aren't we the important ones here? Pay attention to us!" Another shouted, jumping before his leader.

Yusuke and Katai took one moment to turn and shout "No!" simultaneously into the guy's face before jumping back into argument.

Finally, in full confusion and frustration, the group lashed out, only to find that the two people had…disappeared?

"Where'd they go?" One of the men inquired, searching the area.

"Hell if I know!" Cobra replied back, stomping the ground in agitation. "How the hell can they move so fast?"

"Easy. We move our feet." They heard Katai answer from behind them.

They spun around, only to find the girl and her father standing behind them, smiling.

Cobra was also surprised to find that most of his men were beaten and unconscious, lying in a heap behind the two as they tossed the knives of his men around like juggling toys.

"Nice pocket-blades. They lack size though." Yusuke acknowledged, tossing the blade in his right hand at Cobra, who only just barely managed to slip out of its path.

"W—Wha—What are—are you?" He inquired, falling to the ground in fear. The two men with him, also afraid, performed the smartest move and ran like they were being chased by a bull into a parked car, knocking themselves out.

"Just a girl and her father wandering the streets together." Katai replied with a brilliant smile as she always liked to keep on her face. "You?"

"Hey I know! Let's hang him by his undies from one of the street lamps! Maybe he'll be on TV later!" Yusuke acknowledged, his grin extremely mischevious as he came up with the ideas.

"How creative! Although I prefer the idea of locking him in a trunk of a taxi or something, and leaving him to be found." Katai returned, cracking her knuckles in anticipation.

"Hey I have a better idea! And it'll work for both of us!"

"What's that?" Katai inquired.

"You'll see."

A few minutes later, they waved goodbye to cobra as he dragged on his butt across the road, his shirt pinned to the back of a taxi, his mouth sealed up with some duct tape Yusuke managed to find nearby in one of the alleys. They figured the guys had wanted to rape Katai or something like that, and had kept the tape handy so as to pin her down. It wouldn't have worked anyways.
They grinned wide toothy smiles as the gang leader disappeared over the hill, a few people staring at the sight and then at the two people who had made it happen.

"What are you looking at?!" Katai and Yusuke said simultaneously to one passerby who wouldn't take his eyes of them.

He blushed greatly and turned to staring at the ground instead.

Katai and Yusuke laughed about it a moment, before Katai looked at her watch.

"Aw damn it! I'm late now! Thanks Dad!" She shouted sarcastically, running off and away from her father.

"You're welcome dear! Remember! Make good choices! That includes deciding whether you should beat the hell out of who you meet or accept their offers to be their girlfriends! Have a great time and remember to kick some ass!"

"I will!" Katai returned with a wave of her hand. "You just watch and see."

When his daughter disappeared into the distance, Yusuke sighed.

"Well. I guess it's time to go and set up for when Katai leaves. She's gonna love those Sharp Knuckle gloves Kuwabara got his friend to make for her." Yusuke ran the opposite direction of Katai, skipping. "Yeah! I finally got a replacement! Now I'll get some much needed R&R! Oh yeah!"

Yusuke disappeared in the distance, leaving an unnoticed crowd of on lookers that merely shook their heads and continued on their daily routines, some muttering the familiar words. "They're at it again. Seems like the Urameshi's won't leave this town alone. Well, keeps the criminals in check at least."

Haku sighed as he made the last move. "Checkmate." He whispered, standing up from the table with a yawn.

His friend from college, Maruka, stood up with his own sigh. "You still are the best Chess player I know around here Haku. How many losses is that?"

"Two hundred and thiry seven in exact." Haku replied, stretching his arms.

"Want to try for two hundred and thirty eight?" Maruka inquired, staring at the board.

Haku stepped to the window to look out a moment.

At this minute, he was in the hotel room his father had rented for them, and his friend, Maruka, now freshly graduated from Harvard, had decided to come and visit, which was why the Chess game was in order.

"No thanks." Haku whispered back, staring at the small sillohuete of his father outside, in the garden of the hotel. Kurama seemed to be waiting on something, as if there was something of great importance about to happen. "I have a feeling my father wants a word."

"I see. You're heading towards the enemy in a day or so right?" Maruka asked, knowing all about Haku's plight.

He was one of the few that understood Haku, and was trusted by him as well.

"Yeah. In a good thirty minutes I'm supposed to meet with a few of my allies in order to prepare for the on coming battle."

"Do you need to prepare?"

"Not really. I have every thing I need already. I just need to get there. But it would help to know the abilities of the others I will be fighting with. It helps to increase our odds of winning."

Maruka smiled and stepped next to his young friend, setting a hand on his shoulder in approval.

"Strategic mind as always. It's no wonder you always beat me at Chess. Well, I won't stop you. But I will say that you need to watch out for those demons. They can be tricky."

"I should know that better than you. Well, I better go speak with my father. I'll talk with you another time."

"Alright. I'll see you again Haku. Perhaps we can play Chess again."

Haku chuckled shortly. "Perhaps you can actually win next time."

"Perhaps." Maruka answered, as Haku walked out of the room and down the stairs, going towards the garden where his father was standing.

Kurama was bent over a tiny flower, that seemed small and frail to the larger plants around it. It was purple, it's petals with a yellow line down each middle, shaped like a clover.

"Hello father. Were you waiting for me?" Haku inquired, staring at the flower with approval. Even though it was small, it was young, healthy, and strong.

"Yes. I had something I wanted to give you before you went to meet with your friends at Genkai's." Kurama replied, standing up.

"They're more like allies than friends." Haku argued.

Kurama frowned gently at his son with a shake of his head. "Haku. Do you see that flower down there."

Haku nodded towards the purple flower. "The Japanese Tulip. Yes."

Kurama smiled. He had taught his son well in plants. "You see how small and frail it is. Compared to the larger species. Yet it must live there. It has no choice. Alone, it is but a dying plant, with out anything to support it. Yet, surrounded by those bigger and stronger than it, it gains it's strength. And only by depending on those that are independent, does he become his own, healthy flower."

"Are you saying I'm that flower father?" Haku inquired, staring at it.

Kurama nodded. "Yes. You are as receptive as ever Haku. You are that flower, and only when you depend on your "allies" will you become strong. A lone warrior knows nothing of true power. That's what I learned in my years as a human."

"But father! How can you be friends to such people as the older spirit detectives. As Urameshi and Kuwabara. I can understand Hiei, but how can you be friends with them?"

"It is simple Haku."

Haku quieted to listen to what his father had to say. "As one, we are power. As many, we are weak. When one knows emotion, love and hatred and sorrow, one discovers what his heart can truly do. With out that, you have a false power, one that has no meaning."

Kurama stepped away from the flower and ran his fingers through his hair, producing his most famous blood red rose.

Then, turning towards his son, he presented him with the flower. "This is my oldest and most efficient rose. It's lasted longest of all the plants I've ever grown, using my energy to keep it stable. Now it's your turn to use it's power. I've saved much energy in it in the case you would need it, and now that you and your friends are on your first mission, I guess that's about now. Practice it and learn in it quickly my son."

Haku nodded, gratitude on his face. "Thank you father. I will cherish this always. Can you take care of Maruka for me. I need to go and meet with my friends at Genkai's now so that we can start practicing."

Kurama nodded his head as well, glad his words had taken to his son. "Yes. I'll take care of him. You get going now, or they'll be missing their strategy."

"Dad." Haku replied with a chuckle. "Each of them already has a good strategic mind. They don't need me."

"But they don't have the strategic mind right now, do they?"

"What ever Father." Another chuckle came. "I'll see you later alright. Oh, Genkai's is in the Northern area of town right?"

Kurama nodded. "Yeah. Don't get lost."

"I won't."

Once Haku had disappeared into the distance, Kurama sighed. "Come on out Jennifer. I know you're hiding."

A rustle in the bushes told him his wife had emerged from the deepest part of the garden, her camoflauge falling as she stepped into view.

"Drat. And I thought I would be able to hide until you went inside."

"Haku left. Why didn't you give him your gift?"

Jeniffer smiled gently. "It's not yet time. I'll make sure he gets it tomorrow though."

"But he won't have time to practice with it."

"The gift I have for him does not require practice. It is already mastered by the user. It only requires experience for strength."

"Riddles….You were always good with them."

"I know. Shall we go inside. I'm sure Makura would like someone to talk to. Maybe another loss at Chess."

"You going to play him?"

"I thought you would." Jeniffer remarked, taking her husbands arm.

"How about we find another game to play him at. Maybe one he can win. He's just no good at Chess."

The last sound heard in the park was the soft chuckle of the young woman's laughter, as her and her husband entered the hotel they were staying at.

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Catse: What do you think? I like the little argument between Katai and Yusuke personally, because, to me, it's just got that beautiful father-daughter love. Doesn't it? Well, I've already started the next chapter, so you might expect it to be updated early as well. I just love Thanksgiving. Well, everyone have a happy and filling Thanksgiving, and until next time, Ja Ne for now.