Catse: Now I know it's been a while since I last updated (one whole week!) and I know you all are probably pretty mad at me, but I have finally updated! And not only that, but I'm putting up two updates this time so as to make up for my lateness. That and the second is this weeks update. Well, tell me what you think. I really don't have enough time right now to chat much. I've got stuff I need to finish. Next week is End of the Year exams and I still have a ton of studying to do. Okay then, Ja Ne for now!

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The pool was large, reaching from three feet to seven and eight in the back. Haku swam around in the middle, doing his best to work his weak muscles, as Tsuki and Satou splashed water at each other in the three and four feet areas, Satou's camera on the side of the pool should anything interesting arise (it was water resistant too), and Seika and Katai spent their time at six feet to seven, racing each other at swimming. Yoru sat at the side, still fully clad in her black jeans and leather jacket, and the boots with the belts and silver buckles. She had decided to come for some strange reason that they couldn't figure out. Haku merely guessed she was looking for an opportunity to get at them with.

"I'm going to win!" Katai gurgled, water splashing in pleats behind her.

"We'll see that when I reach the finish line first." Seika splashed back, a watery smile on his face.

It ended up with them tying and neither winning, but in any case, they were still proud of it as if they both had won.

"Hah! Did you see that! Not even the mighty Seika Kuwabara could win me!" Katai giggled, fists raised in front of her.

"Oh really. You're the one with the legacy Ms. Katai Urameshi." He replied back, splashing water into her face.

"How dare you?" She laughed, splashing water back. They continued like this for a while, until them finally became bored with it and began splashing water on Haku, before running away before he could splash them back.

None of them noticed, except for Satou whom was not very agreeable to what her cousin was doing.

Tsuki had been watching Yoru for a while, and, feeling sorry for her eldest cousin, decided to offer her to play. So she had gotten out of the water and walked over to the tall wall that separated the pool from the showers to get the chlorine off, where Yoru lay back relaxed and agile, waiting for a fight.

"Excuse me Yoru." She said in a small voice, very shy as she was. "Would you like to play with us?"

Yoru's tiny red eyes flashed at her cousin as if they were cigarettes. "Why the hell would you ask me a dumb thing like that kid?" She snarled, not even bothering to sit up.

"Well, you looked very lonely up there, so I thought you might want to play a game with Satou and me. I know you hate all of us, and the only reason you're here is because Uncle Hiei made you, but you could try to have a little fun on the trip, right?"

Yoru gave her a glare meaner than anything she had ever really given in her life, except for when it was her brother or Haku she was talking to.

Satou grabbed the edge of the pool, ready to defend if she had too. She hated meddling with Yoru, much less talking to her older sister, and was afraid that that glare on her face meant she was ready to pounce. Instead though, Yoru surprised her.

Her face softened only slightly, just enough to relax the glare, and she turned away from Tsuki.

"Go play and leave me alone, 'lest I slit your throat." She said in an accent, before leaping off of the wall and stalking away.

Tsuki turned around and shrugged, returning back to the pool where the others were.

"You shouldn't have done that. Now's she's gonna hurt you in your sleep." Satou told her, tears at her eyes already.

"If she does. We'll be ready. Kay?" Tsuki replied back, cheering her cousin up greatly.

"Okay."

"Where'd Yoru get off to?" Seika inquired after Haku had caught up to them and sprayed them with a fan of water.

"Probably back to the hotel. She's not a person that likes the public." Katai answered, talking as if Yoru was nothing to be concerned about. "Besides, it better she left. She was getting on my nerves, watchin' all the time like that. It's like the attack of the evil babysitter or somethin'."

Seika laughed about that, splashing her with water, and they continued the other game of getting at each other, as Haku stood still, wondering what had caused Yoru to leave. Yes, she wasn't a person that liked the public or people in general for that manner, but she also wasn't one to just up and disappear after she had taken the time to get settled in one place. Something had scared her off, which somewhat worried him.

The next morning Seika awoke in a sort of cold sweat. He had had a dream, a relatively strange one to be exact, and wasn't exactly sure what it was trying to tell him. Basically, in the dream, he was standing alone on a cliff, and before him there was a sign on the ground, almost like the Earth's tattoo, of a dragon entwined around a fountain of lightning shooting from the ground. He looked around him, and found that there were eleven pieces in a circle leading and ending with his. Each displayed an animal with one of their body limbs, or even their tails wrapped around something organic, or more precisely, an Earth Element, such as the lightning with the dragon. In front of the signs were people too, but he couldn't see their faces or their bodies. They were more like dark masses that you could see the form off, but were too far off to tell if they were even a man or a woman. Then Seika noticed something interesting. The circle of tattoos surrounded a deep pit, and upon looking in, he found a tunnel leading to nothing but darkness. Then, as he watched, a brilliant light echoed from within it, and slowly, a frail figure dressed in white floated up towards the sky. At first, it was nothing but that white…a light in the darkness. But as it came up, arms outstretched and silvery white hair flowing, he nearly froze. He didn't know this person, or who she was, but she was very familiar to him, and he couldn't tell why. Everything about her told him that she was a grace upon the Earth, and that he knew her, but when they had met or who she was, he did not know. When her eyes opened, the purple expanses of light nearly drowned away everything, as if a yellow light had flown around them and completely demonlished all misery and pain. He knew then, what it felt to be pure…to not be tainted with destruction or blood. But he also realized, with this feeling, that to be left without pain, meant he was to be left without happiness as well. As if her purification had done just that, left him empty and hallow.

That was why he woke in a cold sweat. He wasn't sure if the dream had meant to be a warning, or a message of the future to come, but either way, for some reason, he was uneasy. It was as if the woman had told him without words, how important finding the puzzle pieces was. And he would have to do just that. Find those puzzle pieces.

He sat on the edge of the large bed, letting his feet dangle over the side as he noticed solemnly his puzzle piece on the table.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached over and picked it up, rolling it around in his hands and feeling the edges of every crevice. A small turn of the pipe going through it proved to change the shape of the figure only slightly, as if it were a goop in his hands he was trying to make a form out of. He played with it for a few minutes, and finally, with an exasperated sigh, he set it on the table from where he had taken it, and stood up. He found that Haku's side of the bed had been made to almost a military perfection, in which Seika was certain that if he dropped a coin on the bed it would bounce off the sheets. He scratched his head, found a pair of jean and a t-shirt that he felt suited his day, and left the room to realize he had woken with the sun, as he rarely did anymore. The dream must have made sure he was up early. He found the living room strangely empty as he stepped in, and began to wonder where Haku had disappeared to, when he heard a cooking sound echoing from the kitchen.

Figuring Haku was trying to cook himself something this morning, he sat at the bar and nearly fell out of the chair again.

There, in the kitchen, was Yoru frying something up in a pan she had found.

"You're cooking?" He asked almost sarcastically.

Yoru didn't even turn around when she snarled.

"You're living?"

"Very funny. And yes, I want to keep on living too, before you say anything." Seika replied, and he nearly slapped himself on the forehead. 'Great. Now I'm starting to sound like Haku. I hang around him far too much.'

Yoru turned only slightly to make sure he could see the scowl on her face, before turning off the oven and pouring the contents onto a plate.

With a pair of black chopsticks, and a cup of some mystery juice that smelled much like blood after it had sat a while, she sat down on the couch, flipped on the TV, and ate.

'Great. Now she's watching the news? What can a demon out to kill her brother possibly learn out of the news?'

"I can learn when it's going to rain, when there's someone to watch out for, and when it's time to kill an annoying team mate." Yoru said out loud without turning, revealing to Seika a forgotten talent she had for mind reading.

"Ah…" He whispered slightly as the door to Katai's room opened up. She came out, hair in a tousle of tangles, face sleepy, one fist rubbing at her eye as her other hand scratched at something on her stomach under her night shirt.

Katai wasn't one to leave herself open to anyone, even when she slept, so she usually wore a t-shirt and karate pants for bed, exclaiming that should she be attacked she was well dressed to fight back. Seika merely thought about how silly she looked when she woke up to find that she had put her pants on wrong during a nightly excursion to the bathroom she could never remember, or how there was a large wet stain on her shirt to prove she had tried to get a midnight drink while half asleep.

She walked in, still rubbing here eye, and came up to Seika. He waved good morning, before a well poised fist knocked his nose towards a one way trip to the floor, and a certain someone's foot crashed into his spine.

"Katai! Wake up! Ugh!" He croaked as he felt the bones in his spine snap. 'That doesn't sound good.'

"Ahh…" Katai mumbled, stepping off of him as she swaggered backwards. She finally stopped, dropped the fist from her eye, and looked around. When her eyes landed on Seika in the middle of the floor, she scowled.

"Stop sleeping on the floor you idiot! There is a bed you know!" She hollered, stepping on his back again just to make sure he was awake if he were unconscious, and to prove he should never sleep on the floor with her around.

When she had made it to the fridge and taken a look in, Seika pounced up and began to yell.

"You're the one that stepped on ME!" He hollered, hands outstretched as if he were ready for a battle.

"Yeah. It's called "not sleeping on the floor or else you'll get used as a rug'. Look into it, I think you'll be surprised." She told him with a snap, finding the empty fridge displeasing and hunting for the phone so as to order breakfast.

"That's not what I meant!" Seika shouted, just as the door opened and Haku, Cole, and Christy walked into the room.

Haku shook his head.

"I leave for ten minutes and you're already trying to rip each other's heads off." He said as he stepped out of the way for the two Texans.

"Wow. Reminds me of when me and Christy used to get up in the morning. We always bickered." Cole told them, a cowboy hat draped over his head and covering his eyes. On one cheek there was a deep red slap mark. Haku translated his remark into Japanese for them to hear.

"Where'd you get the slap?" Seika inquired as Katai began to argue with the man on the other side of the phone of the hotel for not speaking Japanese.

Haku translated what Seika had asked, and Cole shrugged. "Christy gave it to me this morning after we woke up."

"So you still bicker?"

"Sometimes."

"What do you mean by sometimes?"

"Well, we used to bicker every morning. Now we only bicker every time we wake up."

"And that's much different!" Seika replied back, both of them using Haku as their translator.

"Oh shut it, will you?" Christy inquired as she took a seat on the far side of the couch away from Yoru. She watched the screen almost blankly as Yoru flipped from channel after channel every few seconds without touching the remote control. The only thought running through her head was how could anyone actually understand what was going on in less than three seconds of each channel. She couldn't even do that in over five minutes, much less three seconds.

Katai huffed and hung up the phone just as Tsuki and Satou tumbled out of their rooms, both fully dressed with big grins on their faces and little purses on their hips.

When Katai asked why the hell they were carrying purses, the two girls replied that all girls did that these days, and that they liked purses. Katai's only response was to wrinkle her nose and return to her room with a grumble about something having to do with some girls being different than others before the door was closed and she was gone for the moment.

Haku sighed and picked up the phone, ordering a take out breakfast for them all to pick up at the entrance of the hotel, knowing very well exactly what Katai had picked the phone up for, and once finished, hung up the phone with a weary sigh. Seika remained seated at the bar, as if waiting for something, and began to watch the television set flick channels the same way Christy did, with major confusion and not an idea of what was going on any of them.

Finally, Katai emerged with a black long sleeved undershirt and a plaid short sleeved over-shirt that was open at the front to reveal the Metallica symbol on the long sleeve. Her long black hair was curled up in a shiny bun underneath a large red baseball cap and a frown caught her features as she stared at the television set.

"How that hell can you tell what's happening?" She asked in aggravation, after the channels didn't seem like they would ever stop flipping. She didn't receive an answer, but instead the television set went black, and Yoru stood.

"I just do. That's all you need to know."

"Hey guys. If we're all ready, we better get going. My Rodeo starts in an hour and we gotta be there thirty minutes before hand so I can get ready. I don't like being late." Cole stated the obvious.

It took a minute for them all to leave the room and Haku, who had the key (because he didn't trust them with it) locked the door, they picked up their breakfasts and were gone in Cole's van in a matter of five minutes.

Catse: So, what do you think? They so need Haku. Without him, everyone's in chaos, yes? Well, I've got to go. Please review!