Bui leapt into the air, a green aura surrounding him. "My Battle Aura." Hiei raised an eyebrow. The Living Flame wouldn't be very effective. He slowly unwrapped the bandage around his right arm. It fell to the floor. The black flames surrounded his arm.

I stared. He had mastered the dragon even more, it was eminent from the amount of energy he was wielding now, and it was WAY more than before. "Get ready to duck in cover." I whispered. Koenma gulped. The columns of black light steadily came towards the ring.

"DRAGON OF THE DARKNESS FLAME!" The tattoo on his arm turned into the dragon and rushed Bui, who's Battle Aura flared up and he grabbed the dragon, holding it at bay. I gritted my teeth; he would try to unleash it on Hiei. Hiei leapt to the top of part of the stadium that wasn't ruined by the dragon pushing Bui around like a rag doll.

"HIEI! GET DOWN!" I shouted, but too late. Bui saw his chance and set the monstrous dragon on Hiei. The dragons of Spirit World were known to turn on their masters; Bui had used that to his advantage. The dragon slowly vanished. I fell to my knees, and concentrated. Tears slid down my cheeks. Hiei couldn't be dead. He couldn't be… My knuckles throbbed. I looked up. A orb of dark flames burst open, revealing Hiei, whom Juri was about to declare dead. I shook my head; Bui was fighting a fool's fight now. "He absorbed the dragon, didn't he?" I asked Kurama, who nodded. I abruptly brushed away my tears. Hiei was going to pay for making me cry in public. Bui looked back at them, eyes fearful.

"Yes, in other words, I AM THE DRAGON." Bui charged him in a fury, Hiei let him push him around, and his attacks didn't even scratch him. Thoroughly bored, he attacked; Bui went flying into the stands. Hiei got to his feet.

"Please… Kill me." He glanced at his soon to be defeated opponent. "First Toguro, now you. What's the point…?"

"I don't take orders. Especially from those I defeated. If you want to die, kill yourself." Hiei flitted into the ring and was declared the winner. I glanced at the remains of the ring and whistled. Damn... At least you knew when he was serious. Hiei came over to them, yawning. "You guys need to look after my body while I hibernate." I nodded. That was understandable. He had used a lot of energy in that match. "I'm trusting you against my better judgment, so if you leave me some place where I'll get stepped on, I'll-" He fell forward, unconscious.

I barely caught him and laughed. "Even almost asleep he still manages to make threats." I lifted him. "And by the time he does wake up, we might be dead."

"Now we know Yusuke's outlook on life." Koenma remarked. I shrugged and took Hiei into the locker room as they announced an intermission while they got a ring flown in from the mainland.

Jin got up. "Where are you going?" Touya asked.

Jin shrugged and walked towards the aisle. "Save my seat." He walked off. Going to the Urameshi locker room, he entered.

"Hey, Jin." I got up and gave him a hug, he returned it.

"So, how're ya doin'?"

"Me? Fine. Kuwabara, nervous break down. Hiei, asleep. Kurama, badly injured. And as for Koenma, he can't fight." I rubbed the back of my head. "I don't think I'll make it through this. Kuwabara and I need to win, and I don't hold our chances very good."

Jin ruffled my hair fondly. "You'll win. I know ya can."

"Thanks." She tiredly sat down.

"Aw, c'mon now! Ya beat me, didn't ya!" He laughed. "Touya is a little doubtful, but he didn't fight you." Jin grinned. There was a loud noise, like a monster walking towards the stadium. We, Jin, Kuwabara and I ran towards the sound. We stared, dumbfounded at the sight. Toguro was carrying the ring from the old stadium on his back.

"Oh… Hell…" I whispered. Kuwabara broke out in a nervous sweat. Walking back to the locker room, Jin looked at me.

"You're bleeding." He glanced at my hand.

"Huh? Oh." My nails had been digging into my palms so hard that they drew blood. He gently grabbed my wrist and licked the blood off.

He couldn't help but think it tasted familiar… He was just surprised she let him, even though it was somewhat hesitantly.

When he finished bandaging my hands, he grinned. "There ya go." I glanced at my hand and saw he used his crisscrossing strips of cloth, the ones that covered his chest. He grinned when he saw me checking him out.

"Thanks." I pretended that I didn't see that he noticed as I walked back to my team.

After Yusuke turned her back and began to walk away, Jin cut his arm with his fangs; he licked his freshly spilled blood. It tasted almost exactly like Yusuke's. A second later, the cut healed. He knew this. And the fact that her cuts had almost been healed when he finished his first aid...

"Yusuke!" He called to her.

She turned around. "Yeah?"

"Who was your father?" He asked, serious. If his theory was right...

"Don't know. I never met him." She turned around again and entered the locker room. Lost in thought, Jin went back to his seat.

"What's up?" Rinku asked him.

"I think Yusuke's half demon."

I came back to the locker room just as Hiei woke up. "Who won!" He shouted, sitting up.

"I wish we could answer that." Kurama replied.

"How long have I been out?" He asked, his voice rising.

"Six hours." Kurama replied, his voice the same level, with a hint of amusement.

"But surely there's-?" Hiei began to say... But I cut him off.

"There isn't because we've been waiting for a new ring." I grinned. "You sure know how to give us extra time, Hiei. Destroying the ring and half the stadium." Kurama laughed at my comment.

Kuwabara walked forward to fight the elder Toguro. I watched him go, worried, this guy was trouble. He drew out his Trial Sword.

"Was that a gift from Genkai? I thought she'd give something like that to her apprentice." He laughed.

"Shut up." Kuwabara hissed.

I closed my eyes, conserving my energy for my fight. Kuwabara had to get this guy in one quick stroke, otherwise… This guy would kill him, slowly, painfully. I heard his cries of agony, the sound of tearing flesh, but blocked it out. I concentrated only on the sound of my own breathing. I had to find latent energy. And quickly. I came to a wall in my mind. It was crumbling. I examined it; it was an emotional one, crumbling from my tortured nightmares and experiences. I concentrated on the horrible images and feelings, the most prominent one was the feeling of losing Hiei and Kurama, it shook.

"SPIRIT FLYSWATTER!" My eyes opened as Kuwabara's energy sword became circular and squashed the elder Toguro. He was declared the winner. I got to my feet.

"Thank you for telling me earlier." He said as he walked past.

"Your welcome." I began to walk towards the ring.

"Urameshi?"

I stopped and turned around. "Yeah?"

He looked serious, half turned towards me. "Get him. For Genkai."

"Duh." I replied, walking to the ring, my hair struggling against the tie in the wind. Toguro began to head to the center of the ring as well, but stopped.

Suddenly Sakyo stepped forward and grabbed the microphone from Juri, after asking. "I am a man for the people, and I believe the people should get what they deserve. They should have this fight determine the Dark Tournament, not by two alternates. So, I am willing to bet my live on Toguro winning and that this fight decides the tournament." He looked at Koenma. "But this will only work if both parties agree to this." That bastard.

"I bet my life on Yusuke to win." d

"KOENMA! WHY!" I faced my boss, shocked.

"Yusuke, look at him and look at me. It may shock you, but I am not a fighter. I'm a ruler, and bruise easily. Why do you think I have you fight my battles for me? If I fought him, I'd loose. You have a chance this way." I looked at him. That made sense, but... He was right.

"We will have a ten minute intermission for the committee to approve this. In this time, you can place bets in our many fine betting booths in the lobby. They will close after this."

The committee approved it. Surprise, surprise.

I remounted the raised ring. "Yusuke."

I turned and faced Koenma "Yeah?"

"Don't blow this." I just grinned.

Toguro stepped forward. We stood across from each other. And just as Juri was about to announce the match, there was the sound of maniacal laughter as Toguro's older brother shot up through the ground. "You liquefied before your wounds became fatal?" I asked, hatred in my gaze. I was surprised Kuwabara survived the wounds the bastard gave him.

"Yes and hid and waited until the betting was closed so I could emerge victorious!"

"You are a sick bastard." I whispered.

"Maybe, but you definitely are your master's student. She was a wild cat back then, and not just in the heat of battle. The things she and my brother did…" He laughed. I felt sickened by the sound. "Back then I wouldn't have minded a go at her myself, but now…" His body shook with mirth. "You can't win unless my brother and I want you to. So what will it be? A sword? A dagger? A semi-automatic machine gun?" This guy was really pissing me off. His high, whiney voice didn't help matters, either.

"No." Toguro took a step forward.

Votes:

Hiei: 9

Jin: 5

Kurama: 1

Hiei and Kurama: 10

Special thanks to hyperdude for coming up with a solution in case of a tie.