Roo: Great Scott! I am soooo sorry that it has been so long since I updated.

Kari: Her computer finally died. A bad virus made it so she couldn't go on the Internet, her Internet provider shut her down, and the computer was as dead as Elvis Presley. Maybe even deader. If you read the notes that clearly stated these facts that were in her bio, you would already know this fact. But, she doesn't know if anyone read them, thus this note.

Roo: Yeah, what she said! But now, I have a new computer that is working like its new!

Kari: It is new, Roo.

Roo: Right! Remind me next time, okay?

Kari: No.

Roo: That works, too. Anyway, it's disclaimer time! Kari, will you-

Kari: I have no choice in the matter, so I suppose so. Roo will never own anything having anything to do with YuYu Hakusho, except for the DVD's, the mangas, and the video games that she purchases with her own money. She owns the plot, me, the ghosts, and the hobo that lives inside her closet. Anything else is copyrighted.

Roo: Wow, the more you say it, the more professional you sound.

Kari: Yeah. It's starting to scare me.

Roo: Well, on with the chappie!

Kari: And the more you say that, the more retarded it sounds.

Roo: I will not be silenced!

Kari: Sure you won't. (Sticks dirty gym sock in my mouth)

Roo: (Spits it out) It tastes like sweat.

Kari: No shit, Sherlock.

-Chappie 6- (Great Scott, we're that far already?)

After pulling herself up, the female spirit started laughing. It was an evil laugh. One which clearly stated 'is that all you've got?' She leaned her head to one side and stopped the laughter. Her eyelids lowered and her face looked relaxed. She smiled and crossed her arms.

"What's so funny?" asked Yusuke, lowering his arms from the position he was holding while using the Spirit Gun. "I can blast you again if that wasn't enough."

"A feisty one, aren't you?" She uncrossed her arms and pointed toward the teenager. A ghostly hand, much like the ones in the hall, appeared behind Yusuke and wrapped its cold, misty-grey being around his neck. Another motion of the ghost's hand signaled the floating arm to come toward her. Doing as it was ordered, the hand rushed toward the ghost, dragging Yusuke's squirming body with it.

"T…Tell me…who are you?" asked Yusuke while gasping for breath. The hand's icy fingernails tug into his flesh and the skin around the straining, boney fingers was starting to turn crimson, like blood could burst from the punctured skin at any moment.

"Nakayami. The rest is none of your concern, weakling." Another fling of her wrist and Yusuke was sent through the floorboards of the upper level of the room. His heavily-breathing body lay sprawled out on the broken slabs of wood like a human rug. He placed his dirty fingers over the cuts from the fingernails and discovered that there was a stream of blood forming from the five cuts inflicted on his neck.

(With Kurama and Hiei…)

Kurama attention was diverted from the room he and Hiei were in to the crashing noise coming from the mid-section of the mansion. He looked up and then to Hiei. "I heard a crash. I think it might've been one of the others. We should go upstairs and see." Hiei silently nodded his head in agreement and started walking to the door, lost in his own personal thoughts. Ones of which he knew would be revealed to the others soon. It was something he could not prevent as long as they were in this house.

'Nakayami…I can feel your presence in this house. Why haven't you been put to rest? I know that your presence is still here, attached to this world, along with the afterlife. Was it something that I did? You've been here ever since that day that fate separated us haven't you?' Hiei's face saddened and his eyes filled with grief. He lowered his head as to make his bangs shadow his depressed eyes. He did not want to have Kurama see him like this. Luckily for him, he was good at covering up his emotions with the make-up of his cold, icy heart. The same make-up that he had been using for as long as he could remember.

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Kurama noticed that Hiei was hanging his head rather low as they walked up the stairs to the mid level of the mansion. It almost looked like he was possessed by something or someone, but his eyes did not glow like someone's who was being controlled. His breathing was extremely light and quiet, but the fox spirit could hear it due to the fact that nothing else was making a sound. His arms were hanging limp by his sides, as if they were numb and he could not control the way that they swayed back and forth as he walked, following the patterns of his cautious footsteps. The only thing that proved Kurama's "numb" theory to be wrong was Hiei holding the flashlight. He was not gripping it tightly and his arm was still loose and relaxed, but it proved him wrong to an extent. "Hiei…is something wrong?" asked Kurama, finally deciding to speak up.

"No," answered the demon as he sped up his walking to get in front of Kurama. He decided to save the thoughts of Nakayami until his partner wasn't paying so much attention to him. Unfortunately for him, Kurama could notice when something was wrong with ease. Even Hiei was no match for Kurama's concern for his friends. 'He's spent too much time around these humans.'

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Following the sounds of the heated battle going on between Yusuke and Nakayami, the fox spirit and the fire demon arrived in the almost destroyed room. The wood was too old and fragile to handle such things.

Nakayami's laughter caused Hiei to jump up to the upper level. Her bandages were wrapped around Yusuke's mid-section and his arms and legs extremely tightly, cutting off his circulation. She seemed to be draining his spirit energy through the strips of cloth. The light blue glow flowed up them and the ghost's body absorbed it. The teen was unable to do anything with his disabled limbs. He hovered in the air, helplessly

Hiei drew his katana from its sheath, jumping up and slicing them. Yusuke's body dropped to the ground and the gauzes unwrapped, revealing what looked like burn marks. The skin around the burn marks was pale, but was slowly regaining its color.

"Yusuke, go down with Kurama, get Botan, and get to safety. I'll take care of Nakayami," said Hiei, switching into a battle position and staring confidently at his opponent.

"Alright," said the spirit detective, nodding his head. "Just don't get killed." He walked down the slightly destroyed stairs after weakly pulling himself off the ground. He met Kurama, who had the ferry girl in his arms, at the door. They went off to find some place safe where Yusuke could regain his strength and Botan could regain her consciousness.

-End of Chappie!-

Roo: Well, it's not that long a chappie, but whatever. That's not my problem.

Kari: Yes it is. This is your fanfic and your responsibility.

Roo: I will still not be silenced!

Kari: Do you know how many times a day you say that?

Roo: Am I supposed to?

Kari: I suppose not. Though it would prove that you have an IQ that's higher than an insect's, now wouldn't it?

Roo: Uhhhhhhh… (Drool comes out of mouth)

Kari: I guess that'll keep her busy until you send enough reviews to get her to update.

Sayonara!-

Roo and Kari

(POOF!)