Catse: Here you go everyone! The story is up! The group take their first strides out of Japan for the first time since becominga team! I hope you all like this chapter! Well, gotta go and write at the bottom. Ja Ne for now!

Disclaimer: Me no own characters of YYH, just as said in first chappie.

Seika sighed as he scratched Niko's back. The little pet on his shoulder mewed with pleasure, and then licked him on the face when he stopped, hoping to prompt him to keep scratching him.

Seika would never have believed in a million years if some one had told him, that this very night he was going to take a journey in less than two weeks in order to find the other eleven pieces of the puzzle of the Zodiac. Not only that, but to be the leader of the entire group!

That had always been Kenya's job, and everyone excepted it. Kenya had everyone's respect, and here he was, now, with is job and without a real idea of how to do it. He sighed again, walking down the sidewalk towards Kenya's home. Niko sat up on his shoulder, purring as he relaxed and took a nap in a clinging reddish ball of fluff.

He figured that, since he was going to be gone for two weeks, he might as well pop in and say goodbye to Suta, and assure her everything was going to be alright. After all, she was very much like his mother, in that when he needed a home she took him in and cared for him like he was her very own son. He had roomed with Kenya, hung out at the Dojo, and all the other stuff that was done in the family. He almost felt sorry for Suta, but that's why he was heading to her house wasn't it? He'd already packed up, two suitcases full of what he would need so that he wouldn't really have to wash as they went unless he needed to, and the food and other supplies for Niko. He was supposed to show up at Kurama's home and from there Haku's family would take them to the air port. But that he didn't have to do for another hour or so, and he already figured Hiei was off training to burn off some steam, so he might as well see how Suta was doing.

After a little walking, he came up to the humble two story house around the center of Tokyo. The yard was fenced in, the grass a little overgrown from neglect, and the front door old. He stepped up to the door and knocked. When no one came to greet him, he shrugged and let himself in.

There was a slight light bouncing around on the walls where the living room was down the hall. He could hear Hiei's voice, and some of Suta's too. And was that…a baby crying? He walked over quietly, and came into the living room to find Suta sitting on her couch, curled up with a tissue in her hand. On the television set in the room, played what looked like home videos of the Nohara family.

"Aunt Suta?" Seika inquired, walking in. Suta's head popped up, her eyes bloodshot from crying, and smiled.

"Ah…Seika. How have you been?" She inquired. She stood up and bowed to him before hugging him.

"Fine. I figured I'd come over to see how you were before I left off. What are you watching?" Seika inquired. He sat down near his Aunt and stared at the screen. There stood Hiei a look of bliss that didn't belong on his face. Hiei never looked…happy. He always looked about ready to kill something, even now that Kenya was gone. Hiei stood in what appeared to be a hospital room, a tiny baby wrapped in a blanket in his arms.

"That was when Kenya was born." Suta told him with a smile. "Hiei was thrilled to have a boy. It had been his dream that his rare blood line would travel to another son, so as to show his old family that there was another boy for them to worry about. He was so happy it was almost out of place."

Seika nodded, and watched the screen. He could hear Kuwabara's voice in the background, so apparently he was the one with the camera, and the lens blurred and turned to the bed where Suta herself sat, a tousled body in a medical gown and sweat soaked hair. She smiled weakly, her head supported by a pillow and smiled. Yukina sat next to the bed with an orange sponge, dipping it in water and then applying it to Suta's head to keep her cool.

Kuwabara told Suta to smile and she did. Then she told him the date of birth, the gender, and the new name of their son, Kenya Ruki Nohara. Then she turned towards Hiei, and practically giggled so hard she was in pain. Kuwabara again changed the camera over, and after it went into focus, the image was found to have Hiei with a look of pure shock on his face, as his finger was stuck lodged in Kenya's mouth, and Kenya sucked on it.

Hiei glanced up, and then back at the baby, and then up again as if wondering if there was something wrong with his child. Suta continued to giggle at the side, and then hiss with pain every once in a while as a nurse came in took the baby from them. Then Kuwabara laughed when Hiei began to argue with the nurse and follow her out of the room, before the image cut off to show another scene.

The next scene had them in the backyard, and apparently Suta was the one with the camera. She focused in on Hiei with his sword, as he practiced to some music the Dancing Swords Technique. She watched him for a bit, and then she turned the camera to two children sitting on a chair in the back. There sat Kenya, about a year or so old with his eyes wide open in amazement as he watched in fascination his father's moves. The other was Yoru, whom sat with her arms crossed, a glare on her face.

Suta commented on how much Kenya loved to see his father practice as a child, and how much Yoru wanted to fight with her father, even as a kid.

They sat in silence for a moment as they watched the clips. One Seika remembered the most was the clip in which Hiei first tried to teach Kenya to hold a wooden sword. Kenya held it loosely in his hands, and watched it with the sort of child satisfaction that came with something new to look at. Then he promptly lifted it up and stuck the end of it in his mouth.

Hiei scolded him gently and pulled it out, giving him a demonstration at the side as he held his own wooden sword.

He would tell the boy to hold it just like him, and then Kenya would look at his sword, then his father's sword, drop his, and reach out for Hiei's. Hiei would roll his eyes and walk out of the picture, Kenya wobbling as he tried to follow.

The next image showed another day, this time with Hiei prompting Kenya to hit him in the chest.

He would point, tell him to hit, and then stand straight to give Kenya good access. If Kenya did manage to hit him, it wouldn't be very hard, so Hiei wasn't afraid. Kenya again stuck the wooden sword in his mouth to chew on, and after taking it out and talking to him again, Kenya dropped the sword and tried to walk away. Of course Hiei chased him down and brought him back, handing him the sword again, in which he again dropped it and tried to walk away. Hiei brought him back, told him the instructions again while trying to keep his patience, and when Kenya again popped the sword in his mouth, he decided to show the child what to do with the sword. He took it from the child's mouth, pointed it to himself, and hit himself. Kenya pointed and giggled, and then fell down for lack of balance.

Seika smiled, almost receiving tears in his own eyes. Suta laughed sadly, and then wiped away the wet excesses on her lids and laughed again, making a sound that was a cross between a giggle and a sob.

Seika frowned, glanced back at the video in which Kenya was about five, holding the sword and trying to hit hanging boards from the trees, in which he got hit back by them, and he would walk away rubbing his back. Kenya was their baby…their son. He was their most precious. Not only was he well trained, but he had honors that not even his father had, and a reputation that was amazingly slightly larger no less. Seika stood up. He would have to leave. He'd spent too much time already.

"I've got to go. Our plane leaves in an hour and I need to be on it ten minutes before. Will you be alright?" He asked, as Suta stood up for a hug.

"Yes yes. I'll be fine. Do me a favor. Watch out for Satou for me, will you?"
Seika nodded. "Yeah. I promise you I won't let a thing happen to her." He hugged her and in her ear he whispered. "I'll bring Kenya back. I promise."

"I'm ready!" Satou announced, running down the stairs. She dragged a suitcase behind her with a brown monkey on the front and pink lining.

"You're using that?" Sieka inquired as she dragged it into the living room. "That's a bit young for you isn't it?"

"That's what you said about porcelain dolls, and that's not true! The old lady across the street has tons of them!" She argued, pulling her little case over to her mother so she could give her a hug.

Seika smacked his forehead. "Right you are. How silly of me." He said sarcastically.

"So, we go?" He inquired when she had said goodbye.

"Yeah, but I wish Dad was here so I could say goodbye to him."
"I know." Seika agreed. "But he's going through a rough time. I'm sure he'll love to hear from you on the phone when we get to where we're going. Come on, we don't want to be late."
Satou nodded and came towards the door when she stopped and turned, running back upstairs with a squeek.

"What the hell?" Seika inquired just a moment after she disappeared. When she came back down, she had her camera in her hands.
"I don't want to forget this! I told my friends I was going to travel the world and they didn't believe me, so I decided to bring my camera, and I have plenty of extra film and everything!" She said with a smile.

Seika rolled his eyes and like the big brother she saw him as along with Tsuki, he pushed her out the door and said one last final goodbye to Suta. Kenya's mother stood in the door way, a forced smile on her face as they disappeared down the sidewalk. With everything a mother had, she hoped that they could bring back to life her son.

It wasn't very long after that that they were taken to the airport and Jennifer finished the arrangements to get them on the plane. Kurama and Jennifer said goodbye to their son, with a hug and a kiss on his cheek that Haku looked embarrased about, because he was a guy and they usually were at times like that. Katai devoured a sandwich as she yanked her over size backpack onto her shoulders, and Yoru glared at her just to spite her. Yoru hadn't been at home, but she had been wandering around for a while. After all, she had already told them that she was no longer a part of the Nohara family, and it would ruin her speech if she returned home to spend the night. Instead, she had popped up at Haku's house with a flimsy bag of her own belongings and a frown on her face.

Seika shook his head as he guided Tsuki to the plane.

The attendant accepting tickets stopped them.

"Is there anyone coming with you that is eighteen or older?" She inquired.

"Why do we need someone like that? We're old enough. We can take care of ourselves!" Seika began, starting to look aggravated.

The woman shook her head.
"Unless you're eighteen, I cannot let you on board—"

"Oh shut it." Yoru interrupted, coming up to stand before Seika and Tsuki. "I'm twenty-one and I'm accompanying these children with me." She said, receiving a growl from Katai on the "children" part.

"Who all is with you?" The attendant asked. Apparently she also was aggravated about being interrupted.

"The two squirts, the middle age, and the two other teens." She said, not even bothering to point. Instead, she kept a steady glare on the attendant, as if trying to dare her to stand up to her. The attendant nodded, and afterward took their tickets with a mumble of having a safe trip for all of them. Katai glared at her as she walked by, and if wasn't long after that they all found seats and got comfortable. Jennifer had surprisingly got them first class tickets, in which they weren't sure they needed the comfort, but Haku merely shrugged and told them they would live with it, and be fool to object.

Seika, Katai, and Haku sat in their own row around the front, Tsuki and Satou a few rows behind them together, giggling about something or another. Yoru sat at the very back, watching everything that went on with a sturdy distrustful back to the wall. She didn't like sitting anywhere where her back was open.

About ten minutes or so later, the light flashed on telling them to buckle their seat belts, and after doing so, they felt the engine start up and begin to go.

Satou's shrill sigh for joy caught them all off guard, and they followed her pointing finger at the window, to find Hiei with his arms crossed, standing next to Kurama and Jennifer as he watched them lift off. They waved at him, in which in turn he gave them back a curt wave, and a smile telling them that for once in his life he was depending on someone else to get the job done.

Then they took off, and took to the air.

They found out a while later, after asking one of the attendants though, that the flight would last fifteen hours.

None of them were very happy about it, but after a few bags of peanuts and a couple of sodas, they settled in and searched for things to do.

The strange part, was that for most of the flight, Haku was in the restroom. Who was to know that he was air-sick?

Kurama never told them, and Haku kept it quiet, and they wouldn't have known that he got sick when too far up in the sky because they had never really flown before. The last time they were ever up in the air was when they flew Niko to Rioko's castle, and even then it hadn't been too long on his back. Haku only had started puking about four hours after lift off, when his stomach could take no more, and after that it was just a matter of returning for a few minutes and returning for a half an hour, and returning back again.

In the midst of this, Satou and Tsuki took pictures of his face as it took on an even lighter shade every time he came out of the restroom.

Then, not only that, but Seika became so bored on the trip he decided to do something interesting. He had suspected for a while now that Katai was beginning to have a crush on him, and she seemed to glow red every time he so much as just talked to a girl at school.

He decided to test the principal now.

"Hey! Hey you, ma'am. I need some help here." Seika called out, receiving a strange look from Katai whom had been fiddling with a CD player for about a moment or two.

"What do you need sir?" The flight attendant inquired, her skirt perhaps a little too short.

"Ma'am, I need to ask you something."

"What's that?"

"You see, I've been hearing around my old home town that girls think I'm cute. Well, my buddy here Katai seems to think I ain't, so we've been having a bet going on. So, I must ask. Do you think I'm cute?" He quirked a brow to show he was trying to be interesting, and the flight attendant giggled.

"Oh yes…You're cute alright."
He heard Katai huff and already knew she was rolling her eyes and turning away. Just to keep her in attention, he continued the conversation.

"Do you think I'm…Handsome?" He inquired.

The Flight Attendent giggled again when he wagged his brows and nodded.

"Oh yes. Your friend must be a fool not to think of you as cute. Now, I must be getting back to work."

"Alright." Seika agreed. "I just have one last question for you."
"What's that?"

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

There was a loud bang that erupted around the plane. Those that were sleeping suddenly woke up. Those that were bored stiff suddenly had looks of confusion on their faces. The flight attendant giggled, a hand over her face as she blushed furiously. She excused her self and went to the back of the plane so she could shed off her embarrassment as Seika nursed a bump on his head.

Yep. Katai liked him alright.
"What!" He inquired, trying to look innocent.

"What do you mean what? You're slobbering over the poor girl and she has to finish her job. She told you that already!"

"But you didn't have to hit me!"

"Yes I did! You don't ask some girl you don't know if you're sexy! It's just stupid!"

"Alright." Seika agreed, turning around. After a moment of debate, he turned to Katai again.

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

Satou caught the next whap over the head on camera with a giggle.

Then she and Tsuki talked a while, and soon fell asleep. About night time Haku settled in a fell asleep, and both Katai and Seika had to agree that when he slept, he actually did look like the twelve year old he was. A twelve year old in a plaid long sleeve shirt and blue jeans, that was taking a short vacation from his job at Harvard for this trip.

Then Katai fell asleep, her face draped on Seika's shoulder as he grimaced about the long trail of slobber that was beginning to drip down his shoulder.

When he finally achieved a slight snooze, Yoru stood up and walked around the plane to stretch out her legs. If she could, she'd kill them all now and leave immediately, but her father kept her pinned there. She still wasn't sure how he managed to take over her Jagan, but as of the moment, until she figured out how to blow him off, she would do as he asked. It was only a matter of time. Plus, she could think more because she didn't really need to sleep. As long as her Jagan slept, she received the rest. Seika woke up when she passed him, and he watched her for a while, making sure she could be trusted. After all, he was the leader of the team and he had to make sure they remained safe.

About noon the next morning, the plane landed, and they stepped off in the United States, right in McAllen, Texas.

Catse: Well what do you know? The group is now in Texas! And who knew Yoru could be so helpful when they needed her? I've already got everything planned for the next chapter, so I figure I'll give you an idea of what happens next time.

In basic, the group gets picked up by a pair of twins, both Rodeo Stars. Let's just say they're rather...protective of their home and each other. Well, 'til next chapter! Ja Ne for now!