Disclaimer: I do not need a disclaimer! I own everything! Haha… HAHA! Oh wait, that's in my imaginary world where me and my friends rule the world and my enemies are self-absorbent snobs. Hey, my enemies are self-absorbent snobs! Anyway, in this world, everything in this story (besides the plot, though I doubt there was ever one to begin with) belongs to the people who made Yu Yu Hakusho and Tokyo Mew Mew.

A/N: PLEASE READ The POVs change every paragraph until you get to the part that says it's just Hiei's POV. If it's making it confusing, say so in a review and I'll try to change it.

Moonlight Reveals All

Chapter 4: Fight and Flight

Hiei dropped the unconscious body of Yoko Kurama into a nearby tree, and lunged at the 'Mew Mew', sword and all. She tried dodging him, resulting in a cut on her arm. She crouched on the ground to give her wound a split second attending-to. Finding it not to be a fatal wound, she got up.

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Zakuro glared at the spiky-haired boy, never taking her eyes off him. "Contact the others," Zakuro told Pudding in a voice that commanded obedience. Once Pudding was gone, Zakuro took out her own weapon. "Ribbon Zakuro SPear(1)" She yelled, declaring her attack (2) The boyexpertly dodged whatever effects the attack would have had with his expert demon senses.

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"Weak," he muttered, bored. If this was the only challenge for the night, he'd have to laugh at the Yoko when he woke up. Seriously, a seasoned Yoko getting knocked out by an eight year-old wasn't something you see every day. Hiei's reveries were cut short by a surprise attack from the wolf girl. Hiei blinked. None of her attacks really had anything to do with being a wolf. Not anything with the claws, or teeth, or anything. It was like she was a wolf-girl without wolf powers but with more psychic-type abilities. Like with the whole Sensui thing.

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Zakuro continued her 'onslaught' if you could call it that. No matter what she threw at him, he was able to either dodge it or block it by spinning his sword. Why was Pudding taking so long to gather the rest of the Mew Mews? Zakuro launched another attack that ended up making a beautiful tree fall. So much for saving the earth. The boy seemed bored, and then, as if fed up with the lack of a challenge, he finally attacked. The blow from his sword completely caught her off guard as she flew into another tree. Since when were there so many stinking trees in this forest!

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The girl winced as she slid down from where she had the impact. She got up again, only to use those annoyingly purplish attacks. The more Hiei dodged, the more the girl became frustrated. Hiei allowed himself a smirk. Just one smirk lasting one second. Making people angry were fun. But as fun as this was, he had to end it to bring Yoko back to camp. The fight had lasted about an hour, and he really needed to find the pocky Yoko had left with him.

Just Plain old Hiei's POV

"As fun as this has been, I must take my leave," he said, sounding rather like the Yoko. He disappeared from view, running at a breakneck speed back to camp. That's when he realized it. The girl would recognize him from the camp, and his cover would be blown. She would tell her little 12 year-old friends, and they'd come storming into their campsite, demanding to see Yoko. Hiei sighed angrily.

Hiei continued his way back, something bugging him. It seemed he had forgotten something. Pausing for a moment, he took stock of the situation. He was okay, the empty pocky box that had been lost before was safely tucked into one of his many belts, and his sword was okay. If he had everything, why did he feel he had forgotten something? Or maybe, something else…

That boy just fled from battle! Just ran away like the real coward he was! Sure, he was winning, but something must have changed. Zakuro turned around, right when Pudding bowled into her.

"Must you always do that?" Zakuro asked, a little angry. Pudding shrugged sheepishly, as the rest of the Mew Mews came into sight, already transformed.

"I thought you said this was urgent, Pudding?" Ichigo asked, confused. Ichigo glanced around, looking for the impending doom Pudding had told them about. She turned to Zakuro, who was currently deep in thought. Zakuro had a hand on her chin, staring at a tree. She bent down closer to inspect it. Her eyes widened and then looked confused. She motioned everybody nearer, as she continued to examine the bark.

Mint followed Zakuro's eyes, as all of them ended staring at nothing but bark. "The bark here is fine. Look down here," Zakuro said, as she picked up a pretzel stick covered in chocolate. Scattered around it were other sticks, except one, which was devoid of chocolate but covered with an unknown substance. The five weren't about to touch whatever it was, either.

She stopped thinking as she heard a groan from up in a tree. They looked up to find something rather strange. Firstly, if that spiky-haired boy wanted to leave, why didn't he take his friend?

Yoko! He had left the fox in the tree! All this was for that pest and he had forgotten him in a god-forsaken tree!

Hiei mentally kicked himself and sped back to the battleground. God, the wolf-girl was still there! Using his extra senses, he got into the tree with the Yoko in it. The much harder part was that the silvery strands were tangled in the branches. Why didn't he just gel it like himself and Yusuke? Or get a haircut. He pulled on a more stubborn strand, and got it out just in time to fall out of the tree headfirst, as an annoying high-pitched tone rang in his ears.

He landed head-first in a small pile of pocky, as his ears continued to ring. Yoko was flat on top of him, but his nose was twitching. It was twitching like there was no tomorrow! A few seconds later, his eyes popped open to reveal his amber eyes. His nose continued to twitch, until he closed his eyes. Suddenly, the fox flipped Hiei over to reveal the collection of chocolate-covered pretzel sticks.

"Pocky!" he shouted, as he plopped down, picked one up, brushed it off, and ate it whole. After he had finished chewing, he picked up another and looked up to make sure there was no pocky still stuck in the branches. Satisfied, he started on his third pocky of the night, as something caught his eye. He paused hesitantly.

"You're that wolf-girl!" he shouted, still not getting up from where he sat.

"Is that a predacite?" Ichigo asked Mint.

Mint shrugged. "I don't know, but he's cute!"

"He?" Lettuce joined in.

"Yeah! He's flat, and, look at those muscled arms!"

"He looks much better than Masaya."

"No he doesn't! Masaya is the best, cutest, foxiest guy in the world!"

"I'm afraid I'll have to interject. That title belongs to me," the Yoko said in that silky voice he possessed. He had somehow made his way from sitting two feet in front of the girls, to having his muscled arms around Ichigo and Mint's shoulders. He seemed much taller, compared to the two girls.

Ichigo shrugged his arm off, turned away and muttered, "At least Masaya isn't addicted to pocky." She said it quietly, so that only she would be able to hear the last remark.

"It's a curse," Yoko said, as Ichigo clamped her mouth. How could he have heard that! She had purposely turned around so that he wouldn't hear her comment.

Hiei rolled his eyes, and pulled on Yoko's arm. "You are wasting time, and it's almost midnight. Botan is looking for us with that whistle of hers."

"So that was that annoying ringing in my ears when I woke up…" Yoko said, stroking his chin. "Okay, I'm convinced. The bird-girl is starting to drool, anyway." In a split second, they seemed to disappear.

"Well, at least we know who the predacite guy hangs out with," Zakuro said. The other Mew Mews stared, not knowing what she meant. "The short boy was with that 'talking baby', remember? Well, if we go to their campsite, see who else is missing, then that missing person could be the silver guy, since he's not a predacite."

"I get it! Maybe he's like us, you know, he has a secret identity type of thing." Lettuce said, the idea dawning on her. They all mouthed an 'oh' as the puzzle pieces came together.

They remained silent, each contemplating the one question. The last of life's mysteries floating in their minds. "Why does everyone have an alter-ego?"

"We screwed up," Yoko said, running alongside the black blur known as Hiei.

Hiei's eyebrows migrated to his bandanna, which wasn't much, considering you barely see his eyebrows under his bandanna anyway. "We? If I recall correctly, it was the silver kleptomaniac pocky-addict who screwed up," he answered. Then, as an afterthought, he added, "Made me go back to get his pocky—Shiori must've dropped him on his head when he was born."

"Actually, if that was the case, then the Shuuichi me would be messed in the head. For Yoko me to be messed in the head, that would require someone from my first life to have dropped me," he said. Before Hiei could answer, he added, "And yes, I do believe someone dropped me when I was a child, and yes it was on the head, and yes, it was on a stone floor. Happy?"

Hiei shrugged. Then, he just had to put his two cents in. "Not when I have to play delivery boy for a silver kleptomaniac pocky-addict."

"Oh where, o where has my little fox gone, oh where, oh where could he be?" Yusuke started singing, terribly bored. It was a nursery rhyme, and he had distinctly remembered seeing a commercial where a bunch of little midgets were singing, and then changed which nursery rhyme right when it got to the good parts.

Botan had blown the whistle a few minutes ago, so the two demons should've been back at camp already. Although it wasn't morning, they needed to know where the demons were, seeing as the Yamagachi included more than 100 acres of woods (2).Yusuke, having the attention span of a goldfish, (3) switched to the next song that would have been the commercial. "Midget and fox went up the hill to fetch a pail of pocky. Hiei fell down, and broke his… man, what was that word? Hiei fell down and broke his clown, and Kurama went tumbling after."

"Yusuke, PLEASE. Please, if not for me, but for your brain cells, shut up!" Keiko said, exasperated. He had gone on and on and on, singing nursery rhymes, half of which made no sense at all.

"God, okay, Keiko." Thankfully, he stopped, only to start on another commercial centering on music. "Tell me how am I supposed to live without you!" Then switched to another song, "These dreams about you, don't want to close my eye—AAH! Ouch, Keiko. You could have just asked for me to shut up…" He grumbled.

"Really, I've heard a tone-deaf toad demon sing better than you. And it was dead," Hiei said, walking into the vicinity, followed closely by Yoko.

"Guess who we ran into?" Yoko asked, piquing everybody's interests. "Those five girls from earlier," he told them.

Koenma looked up. "You mean those five hot girls?" Everybody stared at him. Whenever a thousand-year-old deity calls a bunch of teenage girls hot you know someone dropped him on the head when he was a kid.

A/N: I am sooooooo sorry for taking so long! I've been in a depressing/writer's block/lack of imagination stage, so deal with it. Plus, it was my birthday, and I LOATHE my birthday. I don't know why, I just do, so don't ask. Okay, whoever checks out this story has to check out Kurama and the Chocolate Factory I'm helping a friend, Thorn Willowfly, on her account. Please review! I'm desperate enough to accept flames!

1—I'm not sure if this is the right attack, because I don't own ANY tokyo mew mew, I just leeched them from my friends.

2—Seriously, who do people always do that? Why do they name their moves and then shout them before they attack?

3—Haha, Winnie the Pooh. I don't own that either.

4—Goldfish have the attention span about five seconds. I think I knew that from a joke I once heard.