DISCLAIMER- NOT MINE (twirls finger in air) Woo Hoo

I am so happy to finally be out of that hospital and back home.

"Hurry up you walking jinx," my sister shouts bursting into the bathroom whilst I am trying to get ready for my first day back to school.

"Hn" I growl, mentally scratching that last remark about the joys of being home.

Ever since the doctor told them what had actually happened I have been the butt of many family jokes, so much for that whole patient and doctor oath of privacy. Honestly just because I tripped on my bootlace whichforced me to reach out for the handrail, that unfortunately had one rusty screw. And despite the fact I could not hold on to the railing but was lucky enough to puncturing my hand with the only rusty screw doesn't make me a jinx.

I run my palms over my scalp the short hairs of my buzz cut tickling my advancing fingertips.

"Hunn," I sigh. "I get my hambugerized ass handed to me on a silver pattern, and yet technically die even if it was for just a moment, from complication cause by rusty screw." "God I am a jinx." I say hanging my head in shame.

"Welcome back."

"I am so glad you are ok."

"That was so not right what he did too you."

"He should be ashamed of himself picking on a boy as little as you."

"You are smaller than most girls, honestly what threat could you possible be."

How lovely, I muse. First the doctors cut off my hair andnow the school body is cutting of my male hood. So in the course of about ten days I have beenshaved and verbally neutered. What else can happen to be on this blessed morning? Kurama walks around the corner. I glance up to the heaven and mouth, "You have on twisted sense of humour."

His stride is unchanging, his lips pressed firmly, and his green eyes piercing. He walks up to me and attempts to take my books. I tighten my grip, unwilling to relinquish my belongings. My own stubbornness out weighting the surge of pain that shoots up through my arm from the puncture sight all the way to my chest. He snorts and starts walking to our next class. I briskly walk after him finally caching up with him as we turn the last corner. Usually silence is something I desire from everyone but with him I feel distressed by it. I grab his arm.

"Talk." I almost demand. He smiles but says nothing. There is no need for words his smile said, 'drop it' loud and clear. But of course I am bull headed so I push a bit more. "What he hell is your problem?" I scoff. That did it; I could almost here the slight snapping sound of the last straw breaking.

"Let's see," his eyes narrow as the small smooth area on his forehead wrinkles up almost making his eyebrows touch. "First of I sit for two days straight at your bed side worried sick over you. And do you know what you did once you finally did rejoin the living?" I open my mouth. "Shut it Hiei." He snaps. "I'll tell you. You tell me I wasted my time." he seethes mustering all of his strength not to raise his voice over a whisper.

Those were not my exact words, but I don't think he was in the mood for nit picking so I let it slide. I was somewhat ungrateful for his unwavering friendship though. "Sorry" I murmur.

"Excuse me?" He says arms crossed over his chest, and dead faced.

"I said, I am sorry."

"For what Hiei coming to school with a jacked up hair-cut or for being a jack-ass." I start to speak but he puts up a finger and continues. " No Hiei I am sorry, I am sorry for thinking some as fucked up in the head as you could ever posses any humanistic emotions. But do you know what the worse part is, even after what you said and I realized what kind of cold hearted bastard you truly are I still couldn't stop caring for you." He throws up his hands and laughs insanely at his personal realization. "There Hiei." He says quietly leaning into my face. "That is the answer to your question of why, because I fucking love you." He backs up letting his hands fall lifelessly to his sides. "Satisfied." He shakes his head and walk off.

Lunch is less than pleasant. Kurama never says a single word to me. Yusuke glares and during this whole uneasy escapade Kuwabara is trying his best to lighten the dark mood of the table. Emotionally and physically exhausted from the whole ordeal, I excuse myself form the table. From across the cafeteria I spot Yusuke bolting up. Kurama slides his hand over the table gripping the irate teen's wrist in hopes to calm the brown-eyed student down. He says something under his breath.

"Bullshit." Yusuke shouts in response pushing his lunch on to the floor and storming half cocked in my general direction.

Not that I am afraid of him or anyone else for that matter, but we all must admit he is crazy. The kind of crazy who will start beating me up. Beat meuntil he forgets what he is beating me for yet continue to beat me simply because it amuses him. Since I am not in the mood for another brawl, I decide a quick stop in the lavatory would be wise. Sigh a quick sigh of relief as I walk into the porcelain urinals lined walls of my haven. The door flings open slamming against the rubber. I am batting zero for two today. 'Thanks' I nod to all the exiting cowards as they shimmy around him their own eyes focused on the ground. He is blocking the door so I look up to the window. It is small but hey I am too. I could run, step on the toilet, and climb the last stall wall. I believe if I hit it with force I could probably break the glass and the wire mess covering it. I nod absent-minded at my plans of escapes forgetting the fact he was slowly advancing. By the time I realize my pressing situation, two paces is all that separates us.

"Oh shit." I accidentally slip making him aware of my state of mind.

He draws back his fist and punches the spot right next to my head. "Fix it," he growls. "Please." he turns and walks out.

What does he want me to do? Fix what I start to say but the soft thud of drywall falling to the ground stops that impulse. I trek back to class; my mind is racing so I don't even notice where I am walking.

"Ungh" I grunt after bumping into a black wall with shoes. I look up and immediately wished I had not.

"My, my I see you are finally out of the hospital." My first response is a very loud gulp.

"Yea." I finally say backing up.

"Oh don't worry. I have no intentions of beating you up." He says with a smile. " Would hate to break my sweet agreement I have with a certain friend of yours." he leans a section of protruding wall. " You know I should thank you. I have been trying to get him back for such a very long time."

I nod, my mind bordering on fight or flight.

He turns around and knocks on a classroom door. The light chatter of student flow into the hall way once the door opens. "I am so very sorry for disturbing your class," he says in his most pleasantly apoligitic voice. "But I must talk with one of your students."

The door softly closes and reopens.

"What?" a soft voice whispers harshly.

"I will pick up at dusk, under the last streetlight."

"Yes"

"Now, now don't look at me that way. A promise is a promise I won't hurt Hiei." He glances around the wall at me and winks. "Isn't that right Hiei?" The sound of a door opening and quickly slamming echoes throughout the hall. Sensui laughter is heard soon after. "Such a shy one, he is."

He walks toward me with a smile passing me by. "Oh" he pauses turning back, "Tell Urameshi I won."

The end of the day finally comes my luck didn't change. I drag my self down the hall cursing the person who thought that back-to-back detention was a good idea. Surprisingly I did not deliver the message, not that I was planning to but I never saw Yusuke since the whole bathroom incident. My book bag hung off my shoulder until a step shakes it and it slides completely off. I really need to go home, I know my uncle is quite worried about me.

"Hnnn." I sigh and start heading home.

The flickering of a corner streetlight shakes my out of my step, step trance and I see my small metal savior. I cross the street.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to do something. I'm sorry I called so late. Yeah. No. Thanks. Not sure. Ok bye." I hang up the payphone.

My journey begins. Almost an hour later his house is still not in sight. The flicker, flicker hummnn of the streetlights serenade me. I walk up the long sideway leading to path that leads to his house. I am regretting the fact I did not stop by my house first to drop off my book bag and grab a small snack. My stomach growls in agreement as my shoulder creaks it's personal vote.

The soft rumble of an idling engine breaks the hypnotic sound of my feet. I look up and see a black sedan parked under the last streetlight. The interior light pops on as the door swings open a tall man steps out and leans against the car.

"You're late" the gentleman in black says to the shadows

"And you're an asshole" the shadows answers back icily.

The owner of that cold yet undeniably alluring voice smoothly glides to over to the car. His slim figure almost glows in the soft light. The snug leather ashen pants that hug his hips accentuate his long strides. His barely open golden eyes gleam mysteriously through long silver bangs. Long silver strands cascade down his back floating in the smallest breeze like the feathers on an angel's wing. He walks around to the passenger side and waits. The gentleman whom was driving walks over to the other side and opens the door for him. The angelic figure glares evilly at the man as he tosses his bag into the car and angrily flops in.

I shrug my shoulders and continue my voyage to the house of Minnamo. I finally reach the last house. I walk up the stairs. I ring the doorbell. I wait.

"Hello Hiei," a kind voice greets me with a familiar smile. "I am surprised to see you here, Kurama said he was spending the night over Yusuke's house."

I nod politely.

"Damn. Damn. Damn." I curse as I make my way to a certain person's house.