Hi! No reviews other than the faithful Jewlz one.. So sad.. I'll go cry now.. Fine you cruel people here is, at last, chapter 4!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho! I DON'T! If I did, it wouldn't be nearly as good now would it? None of the characters presented point of views match my own, and I'm nothing like them.. perhaps..

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Kurama slowly made his way toward the street, smiling slightly. It was not the weight that encumbered Kurama's pace, instead it was the quantity. Kurama could feel the love as he lugged the over packed suitcases across the street toward the bus stop. He forgot how much his mother tends to pack for him, he usually does the packing himself. Although, this set of luggage WAS supposed to supply him for a full year, and that is a fair excuse for his mother.

Hiei held all of his luggage with an arm, tempted to drop the useless crap on the street. But the cases did contain a few vital items for school wide domination. So he reluctantly jerked it along. The best pastime that Hiei has been offered at all through out this week now presents itself as he watched Kurama juggle his nine suitcases between his two ningen arms.

Kurama could not fathom what items, out of the few that are vital to his bachelor life, could weigh a mattress worth EACH and STILL succeed to fill nine bags.

The pair arrived at the bus stop and dropped their luggage. Kurama sat on the bench conveniently placed below a roof built specifically for the bench, constructed for natural occasions such as rainy days. Hiei, of course, decided to sit on this roof. Perhaps so he can avoid being level with the ningens.

Hiei looked about the streets he could view from this small useless island roof for any sign of the bus, listening to the sounds of Kurama settling amidst his horde of suitcases.

Starting with a soft shaken sound of yet another ningen contraption, and increasing to a loud grumbling chortle, the dim blue automobile they were waiting for parked next to them. Hiei watched boredly as the engine silenced.

Kurama looked up, reluctant to rise from his large burdens that currently leisured him into an almost comfortable resting place. Not straying for more than a minute, Kurama lifted himself to his feet gingerly and he helped himself to as many trips from the bus stop to the bus as necessary, as well as most the seats the luggage-storage-less bus had to hold his possessions without them spilling to the isle. The bus driver demanded extra payment for the occupied seats. After paying, Kurama settled uncomfortably next to his mountains of bags. The bus left.

Hiei growled with the engine as the bus roared to life and he leaped onto the back of the escaping creature. He stalked along its sun baked surface stealthily, skillfully gripping to the few handles of the jerking, shaking, mobile bus. After weighing his options, he broke the window near Kurama by grappling off the edge for a split second and kicking it. He smirked at Kurama's slightly annoyed sleepy expression and slid into the bus.

"You could have avoided wasting more money.."

Kurama sighed as he moved over. He knew Hiei would never allow him to help if there was another way Hiei could find by himself to accomplish his goal without anyone else involved. For example, Kurama could have opened the emergency fire escape on the roof. Or at least open the window.

Hiei was slightly surprised. Kurama did not complain of wasting money before. Or was that Youko Kurama? …. Did it matter? There was no difference, other than perhaps much weaker and lacking in skill on Kurama's part. Hiei impatiently watched as the airport appeared, then finally approached the bus. He and Kurama left, Kurama receiving a kindly female assistant that helped him with his luggage once they stepped out the door. Hiei rolled his eyes. Women can be such bottom feeders.

The three quickly left the rushing parking lot through the rotating window doors and into the large busy and noisy airport. Busy vacationers and business people loudly yelled at each other over the loud crowd that they contributed to.

No matter where the two went, the constant sounds of people followed them. Even in the most remote and deserted hallways a constant buss of people followed. They tried as hard as they could, both appreciated silence and felt they needed some peace in Japan before they experience such a change in habitat as America is, but could not escape the constant sounds of foreigners. This drove both of them mad, one concealed it much more than the other.

Hiei snarled and let out a sound that is difficult to imitate in literature. It sounds similar to 'ARGHAHN!' but.. slightly more angry. Hiei, after releasing that sound, then proceeded to shred an innocent chair to floaty fluffy bits.

Kurama did not leave Hiei's side, but was certainly not foolish enough to stay in Hiei's radius of harm. He watched Hiei from the safe distance of three feet as the little fire demon freaked out. For a human to be three feet nearby is not safe when Hiei is in THIS type of mood, but Kurama could easily defend himself unlike most humans. Kurama was three feet away to make sure he does not seem threatening to Hiei in Hiei's insanity state.

Wanting to leave this situation as soon as possible, Kurama quickly sweeped into Hiei's 'anger bubble' to grab their tickets from him. Hiei's counter attack was a slash at Kurama's arm. Kurama used his spare arm, that was poised for counter attack as it was, to thrust the blunt face of Hiei's katana safely away from his arm. He quickly backed from Hiei's rage to the haven of a three walled phone booth. He reviewed the location of their plane, praising Lytherian High for paying everything for Hiei and for paying for Kuramas ticket. It saved a great deal of money on his part. Kurama looked up to see Hiei leaving into the men's bathrooms.

Kurama sighed. Because of the many things to break in a bathroom, Hiei should be distracted for a good fifteen minutes. So Kurama wondered to the strip malls characteristic to airports. He turned to the airports book store and entered.

Hiei shoved his katana into a sink. Why bother putting sinks into men's bathrooms? Those damn fcking morons! Hiei swerved around and tore through a bathroom cell wall in rage. Do they not know that no male on EARTH wash their hands? Other than the sniveling weak ones! With a 'Snap' and a strange 'Zump' sound Hiei broke a light bulb. Its glass shattered and trickled onto the ground. Darkness swallowed him.

Hiei paused, snapping out of his well-intended rage Catching his sped angry breath, he glared about the dark room. He heard another's breath within the darkness. Eventually soft placid steps made their way to Hiei as Hiei himself held his breath to eliminate any clue of his location that he might produce. He continued glaring in the direction of the intruder, tense in preparation of attack.

A sudden series of crunches from just ahead of Hiei snapped him off. He tackled the stranger to the ground and effectively found his neck. A throaty, afraid sound yelled "I didn't do anything!".

Hiei raised an eyebrow. Of course he did something! He was moronic enough to approach Hiei in the dark! Hiei knew it would be better to simply snap the youkai's neck. He could tell he was a youkai easily, his ki emanated throughout the bathroom as it raised in panic reacting to Hiei's attack.

Suddenly light stabbed Hiei's vision. With a cry of surprise and pain Hiei stumbled back to adjust his eyes. He did not allow this distracting pain to advert his attention long however. He quickly turned to the place he tackled the youkai. Only a footprint of blood was left. This explained the crunch sound in the darkness. The moron impaled his foot on the fallen glass while making his way toward Hiei. Hiei wished spitefully that he tackled the youkai into the glass shards. If not kill it would at least hurt him.. Hiei smirked darkly, feeling a need to hunt..

Three more bloody foot prints appeared, leading to the door. With these footprints the light flooding the room also left.

Hiei blinked, and within that time the light and footprints left and the bathroom went black once again.

Kurama left the book store and tuned his senses for Hiei's unique ki. He sensed two instead. Kurama could easily tell the heated ki to his far right was Hiei, but he felt worried of sensing yet another demon. However the alien ki left as soon as it came. Perhaps Kurama only imagined the demon. Meanwhile, he felt his slightly cooled but still angry friend approach. He looked up at Hiei as he appeared in view. And Hiei passed just as easily as he approached. He was staring intently at the ground. Kurama slung his new bag of books around his shoulder and silently stalked the ignorant demon.

Hiei snarled to himself as he searched desperately for more blood prints. Curse the damn carpet! The youkai must have wiped his feet across the carpet and cleaned them.. The worst part was his ki left once the footprints did. Ever since the light appeared in the bathroom Hiei no longer felt the youkais presence. Only saw it. To make the situation more annoying, the voices that drove him mad about thirty minutes ago are as loud as ever. Curse babbling ningens! And Kurama! He swerved to face this burden angrily.

Kurama paused as his friend fed him attention. He knew Hiei was mad, but knowing and caring are very different words. Neither required the other. In this situation, Kurama was much too pressed by time to care that Hiei was mad and that Hiei was, he assumed, hunting the youkai Kurama sensed earlier. Currently they were about to miss a plane. Almost before Hiei began to reprimand Kurama (Hiei was able to squeeze in 'You fuc') the overhead intercom chimed

"Good day, travelers. I would like to inform the public that flight 396, headed for Hong Kong, is about to lift off. Please give a warm good bye to the beloved passengers and bid them a safe journey!"

Hiei snorted slightly. What crap was that? He hoped whomever boards that damn plane to 'Hong Kong' will suddenly die.

Kurama perked at the sound 306. Was their plane 306 or 307? Kurama grabbed Hiei and began making his way to the departure area for flight 306. Hiei, of course, broke away from Kurama in disgust.

"Who the hll do you think you are?"

Hiei snarled viciously. Wait until that moron is attacked by Hiei's well-trained minions. How fortunate Hiei discovered this principal occupation to help him defeat his enemies, wither or not he actually needs help with it. Kurama will realize he has NO control over him!

"Our flight may be leaving now.. there is no time to argue-"

Kurama paused and glanced at his stiff, glaring burden. If he was to use his gift of speed…

Hiei rolled his eyes and left. He then returned, smirking.

"Your precious plane has left."

Kuramas eyes widened. He has NEVER missed a plane before! His mind flipped through the logical questions that occur along with such a predicament, such as 'will we get our money back?' And 'Is Hiei lying?' And 'The cheap school board should have given us a no stop flight.' Although that is, indeed, not actually a question.

Hiei grinned evilly, curious of what Kurama would do if Hiei informed him his supposed flight had left. Kurama was frightened and slightly panicked, although no one can determine this with a naked eye. Only a naked jagan. Kurama did many things to show fright and panic. He blinked once faster than usual, for example. And just now, a toe in Kurama's shoe ALMOST twitched. But of the things Kurama did do, what he did not do is check the tickets tightly clenched and forgotten in Kuramas own hand.

Hiei took delight in this. At first glance Kurama seems unusually clever, even for a demon. But in the end Kurama is peppered with pathetic ningen faults. Such as loosing all sense for the sake of his 'mother' and 'love'. He is honestly JUST human. It is Youko Kurama that is true perfection of wit.

In contrary, Hiei is often viewed as a follower without his own wit, following the plans of his 'companion'. That is not and would NEVER be true! It would be suicide to follow a ningen and it is pathetic to follow anyone at all. Take this moment, for example. If they successfully took that flight it would reach somewhere in China. They would not take the correct flight, 307, and become gravely lost. How fortunate Hiei had the liberty to see and memorize the plane number before the tickets where hostilely snatched from him by the bumbling herbophilia, Kurama. It helped that Hiei got a chance to lie that the plane left as well.

Kurama glanced at his books. What a TERRIBLE waste of yet! And all for naught as well. Secretly, he was somewhat glad he could visit his mother again. Maybe surprise her… but… would it be a pleasant surprise..? Should he hide from his 'family' for a full year…?

Hiei grew tired of watching Kurama mope. It was desirable in situations where everyone but himself and Kurama were depressed, so if Kurama was depressed Hiei would be truly the only strong one of the group, but Kuramas distress was not quite as entertaining as he expected. He added to his earlier statement:

"Our plane is 307, baka."

Kurama looked up in surprise. Why did he not say so immediately? Hiei plays such cruel games at times. Kurama shook his head and looked at the tickets. It was flight 307 after all. Kurama smiled slightly at Hiei, for once thankful he was with him and asked

"Shall we go?"

The two located the area for 307 to lift off. After a long session of trial and error, they found that 307 was a smaller, private plane owned by a friend of the school board of Oregon. Kurama thought it odd someone would deliberately name their own plane a name as impersonal as '307'.

Hiei thought the plane looked like crap.

And for at least the second time that day, Hiei was completely right.

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Hohohohoho… Who was that 'Alien' youkai? What does the plane look like? What sort of underwear did Hiei and Kurama bring along? Only I know! Mwahahaha REVIEW OR I'LL BITE CHER BLOODY TAIL OFF

Kurama: Thankyou…. That was very intelligible of you to review, and you own my sincere gratitude.

Hiei: Are you blind? They didn't leave anything those freaking bast-

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Hiei: Your promises are worth crap --

FrozenFlare: How dare you insult the fanfic mistress! Suddenly you get a tutu! Bwahahaha!

Kurama: He is correct though.. smiles nervously

FrozenFlare:… aw shoot I cant give you a tutu! You'd actually look good in it…

Kurama: twitch I will try to take that as a compliment. . .

P.S: I hope to change the title to 'Youkai Sr. High' so, you might have to expect a different fic in a few chapters . I'll warn a lot before actually doing it though 