Disclaimer: Nope don't own YYH

It was late it was around sunset when Kurama left Yumi's apartment and it was dark by the time he reached his house on the other side of town.

"Welcome home Shuichi." Shiori greeted her son.

"Hello mother."

"Dinner will be ready soon."

"Alright."

Kurama lied on his bed and stared at the two files in his hands. Then he opened Kyoko's report. She was in her early thirties when she died. She had worked in a local restaurant as a waitress, like the other victims she was a hanyou. Yet besides that there was nothing about her that seemed it would get the killer fame.

Then there was Yasuo. He was a local mechanic taking odd jobs on the side. He too was a hanyou. Yet there was nothing that seemed like it would get to much attention from the media like the other deaths would. Why did he go after those two?

Suddenly a picture from one of the reports slowly fell to the floor. Kurama picked it up. He looked at the picture. Three people smiled back at him.

The first was an average looking man wearing a black suit. He looked like he was in his late twenties early thirties. He wore thin rimed square glasses at his side was a woman about his age.

The woman had dark hair that had a purple tint to it, up in an elaborate knot. She wore a plum color kimono. She held onto a small girl that looked around the age of four or five.

Her black hair looked like it had white hairs. She looked really happy, so happy it looked like the picture could barely contain it all. Kurama realized that was once upon a time that was the now cold hearted Yumi.

The next day everyone went to there assigned person. Hiei laid back in a tree near a one of the major buildings in a local collage, where his person was teaching a class.

Kuwabara stood outside of his person's studio. Every now and then the white haired woman in her thirties would shout at him to get lost.

Kurama attended one of the Takamachi twin's concerts. He listened to the mixture of the high notes of the Violin and the low notes of the cello.

Yusuke attended one of Hoshi Tomko's soccer games, much to his delight.

Yumi walked down the hospital's many halls. She fingered the brail on the different plates until she found room 53.

She walked in and took a chair listening to the author's breathing for about an hour and a half when she heard some groaning.

Yumi's cell phone rang. She quickly answered it.

"Hey Yumi I think the guy we're after is here." Came Yusuke's voice.

"I'll be over soon. Are you sure it's him?"

"Yeah I think so."

"Alright." Yumi hung up.

"Miss… Please tell-" Came Yuki's strained voice.

"Sorry sir but I really have to go." Yumi turned around and headed out the door walking as fast as she could without actually running.

"Tell the little girl…I said thank you." Yuki finished his sentence the drifted back into unconsciousness.

Yumi got to the stadium it was crowded because the game had just ended. Yumi searched through the sea of red until she finally found a speck of blue. Yumi pushed and shoved her way through the crowd until she was in front of Yusuke.

"So what happened?"

"I sensed some with a lot of spirit energy in the crowd."

"Did you get a good look at their face?"

"No."

"Damn It."

Hiei, Kurama, and Kuwabara appeared.

Suddenly there was a bunch of screams. Hoards of people started pushing past the group knocking them off balance. Then Yumi suddenly realized the reason for their terror. She smelled smoke, and where there's smoke there's fire.

The frantic crowd soon cleared. The four boys watched the fire spread.

"Hiei can you control the fire?"

"No. Some else is already controlling it and they won't just let it burn."

Suddenly someone's last blood curdling scream pierced the air. Yumi froze. The scream echoed in her ears. Images flashed before her eyes her father being stabbed, her mother screaming. It was too much. She ran.

Gone unnoticed from behind a tree was a little girl with pink hair and green eyes. She clutched a small blue ball about the size of a large bouncy ball in her hands.

The boys knowing there was nothing else they could do followed Yumi. They expertly are dodging people, cars, and bicyclists.

Amazingly Yumi made it to her apartment without getting hit by a car. She quickly locked the door. She ran down the hall to her room and slammed the door shut. She sat in a corner of her room. She wrapped her arms around her knees and let the tears run slowly down her face.

Shortly afterwards Yusuke, Kurama, Kuwabara, and Hiei found themselves locked out. Yusuke was pounding on the door and yelling at Yumi to let them in.

"Yumi let us in or I'll knock down the door!",shouted Yusuke.

"Yusuke, that won't be necessary." Kurama said trying to restrain his friend.

"What do you mean fox boy?"

"Watch and learn." Kurama pulled a bobby pin from his hair the got to work unlocking the door.

"Uh…Kurama what else do you keep in your hair?" Someone asked.

Within seconds they were in. They gathered in front of Yumi's bedroom door, but before anyone touched the door knob Hitomi and Ryu appeared, sharp fangs and all.

Yet somehow they were different the last time the group had seen the two dragons they had a more of a prankish look to them. Now they looked more violent and malaises.

Hiei dared and grabbed the door knob. A bad choice. Ryu shot forward clamping his jaws tightly around Hiei's wrist. Hiei slightly winced in pain. He released the door knob and Ryu let go. Hiei backed away holding his bleeding wrist. There was a burning sensation where he had been bitten.

"Damn, that hurt." was all Hiei said.

Ryu bared his now bloody fangs clearly saying 'back off or die.' Hitomi was close behind Ryu hissing at the team. Everyone sat in the living room until one by one each left with the exception of Hiei.

Yumi finally came out of her room. She saw Hiei's spirit energy. She stood looking in his direction. Her face showed no emotion, even though just beneath the surface there was more emotion then many people could handle.

Yumi sat down on the couch opposite from Hiei.

"Hiei thanks…for staying."

"You're thanking me because I have nothing better to do then stair at your ceiling wondering when that bite your dragon gave me is going to stop bleeding."

"Well if you want to put it in such a negative way, yes that's what I'm thanking you for. I've got some stuff that will stop the bleeding if you want."

"Sure."

Yumi went into the kitchen and opened a cabinet she felt around for a bottle. She found one and opened the lid and took a quick sniff. It was a gooey mixture smelled horrible but what kind of medicine doesn't have its downfalls when it comes to the taste/ smell category.

"Here," Yumi said as she tossed the bottle to Hiei. "Put this on your wound, and then bandage it. It should stop the bleeding and the burning."

"Hn." Hiei left shortly afterwards.

That night everyone watched the news. They all paid attention to the story of Hoshi Tomko's death. A normally perky anchor woman looked more serious tonight as she read her script.

"Tonight ladies and gentlemen one of Japan's famous soccer player's Hoshi Tomko has died in an unfortunate incident. A fire broke out somewhere in the team's locker room. It is currently unknown how the fire broke out, the police are still investigating. The remains of the young star will be buried tomorrow in Osaka, at 11:00 A.M."

Yumi turned off the television and felt around the coffee table for her cell phone. She dialed Yusuke's house. It rang for a bit then a woman picked up.

"Moshi Moshi!" Said an overly cheery voice.

"Hello, is this the Urameshi residence?"

"Yes."

"Is Yusuke there?"

"Sure I'll get him, may I ask whose calling?"

"Yumi Niniwa."

"Yusuke, Phone!" Called Atsuko.

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming', I'm coming!" Yusuke took the phone from Atsuko. "Hello"

"Hey Yusuke. Listen can you watch Mr. Hunter tomorrow? I have some really important things I really need to do."

"Yeah sure. Are you going to be O.K?" Yusuke didn't get an answer Yumi had already hung up.

The next day Yumi put on a black dress shirt, skirt, boots, and a jacket. She took a bullet train to Osaka. She stopped at a small flower shop and bought three bouquets of roses, two red and one white.

As the burial took place Yumi stood away from the crowd listening to every word the priest said. When everyone one had left Yumi put the white bouquet of roses in front of the head stone.

"O-negai shimasu, I was too late to save you. It's all my fault your dead and there's nothing that I can do for you now. It's all my faults so if you must blame anyone for your early death, blame me because I could have saved you and I didn't. I'm a coward and nothing more. Yet I hope to repent for my mistakes by killing the one who took your life with my own hands. O-daiji ni."

Yumi walked a ways through the grave yard until she found a pair of head stones that was written in both brail and romanji. Tears silently ran down Yumi's face.

"Okaasan, otousan, I love you." She left a bouquet by each head stone. Then Yumi turned around and left.

Watching her from a far was a little girl with pink hair and green eye's. "Naku na, sad lady."

Yumi sat on the bullet train listening to the million different conversations all at once. The world went by and Yumi really didn't care. She was tired and didn't want to focus anymore. Someone slipped a piece of paper in Yumi's hands. It was in brail. She read it.

Yumi,

How nice to see you again. Do you like Violin music? I prefer the cello myself. I'll see you soon then?

Yumi dropped the letter. The Takamachi twins were next.