DISCLAIMERS- um yeah. Not mine. But one day my pretty one day...Muhahaha Bawhahah. clears throat Well on with the story.

A/N- I am sorry if some points seem confusing, but I can only tell you what Hiei see and he is only notices stuff when it affects him directly.

Who ever said, "love is a wonderful thing," must had just either finished having mind blowing sex or was locked in a padded room declaring their love to their newly named toes. Love sucks it makes you do crazy shit like walk around all night cursing at strangers cause someone can't their ass home long enough for you to talk to them. Nope, time. Time is a wonderful thing. It only takes time and sooner than you know things are flowing back in place like a stream on a once dry riverbed.

The school cafeteria is buzzing. Kuwabara is flirting mindlessly with my totally oblivious sister. Yusuke is trying to decide if he should eat his last spoon of mashed potatoes or fling them at some poor non-expecting victim, namely Kuwabara. Kurama is innocently de-creaming his newly acquired, solemnly offered and graciously accepted, sweet treat. I am gawking. Everything is back to normal.

"Kurama" a voice calls from our right. Yep my life is finally back to normal.

"Fox" the voice, repeats. No extraordinary people showing up.

"Kurama." the voice calls again this time the speaker adds a pat on the summoned one's shoulder. Kurama jumps startled out of his whipped confectionary sugar induced fantasy. I blink and follow the hand up to the owner's wrist then arm then shoulder and finally face.

"Holy Shit." I stammer as ice blue eye twinkle devilishly while a small smile tweaks the corners of lips on a well-cut jaw line.

Kurama looks up unfazed by my stammering and inability to speak. "Yes." he says resuming his licking.

"I will be picking you up."

I finally get my wits back and grunt a confused caveman, "Hn"

"No." he firmly states. "I have school. Plus…" before he could finish his speech he is yanked up by Sensui and dragged over to a more secluded spot. We all blink in disbelief as Kurama is being dragged unwilling but not putting up much of a fight. Yusuke gives me that look as if I could do something about it.

"What." I snap. He shakes his head and shoves the last bite of food in his mouth.

Kurama gingerly comes back to the table his smile is still present, but a bit dimmer. We all look over to him waiting for the right moment to ask the burning question that I assume was on everyone's mind. Yusuke clears his throat.

"So Kurama what do you think is going be to be on the test tomorrow?" he asks. I face fault.

"Chapters three and five, but not four it ties better into the next section." He answers.

"Kurama what the hell was that…" I say with determination. He turns his ivy soul melters on me making my inner schoolgirl instantly come out. Now, my once focus and powerful moment of interrogation is replaced with the exact opposite.

"Thank you Hiei. You are quite forgiven." He says with a smile before leaning over and kissing my cheek.

I manage to nod, as I will my subconscious to gag and bound that school aged female wandering around the planes of my stoic mind. "Hn".

School some how defines all concepts of time and manages to move slower the relatively possible. The last bell rings. I exit the building. I walk home alone. I arrive. I decide anything is better than doing homework. I take a nap.

"Hiei," Why must every dream be interrupted by some one calling my name? I wonder as I shake the final flakes of fantasy of mid-day slumber from my mind.

"Hiei, get up now" my sister shouts in harsh whisper shaking me to the point of SBS

"What." I growl

"Daddy's here." She says biting her lip nervously. Before my mind could process what my body had already done I was out of my window and running down the street.

I am not sure how long it took me to convince my feet to stop running or how I manage to get down that tree so fast is beyond me. All I do know it was dark when I finally did stop. "How in the hell could I have forgotten my father's release date?" I ask my self. The personal belittling continues. I had been planning my whole schedule around it before we moved here I knew where exactly where I was going to be whom I was going to be with and what I was going to say to him. I move to this small town and my whole plan is not only shot to pieces but I haven't even devised a new plan to replace the old one.

"Fuck." I growl kicking a rock, which ricochets off a building and pegs some guy in the leg.

"Ouch" he turns around.

I ready myself for battle. "Sorry." I mumble

His deep scowl softens as he tilts his head to the side in order to get a better angle of my face. I guess. "Ha" he laughs. " I guess it is not only peanuts I must keep out of your reach. I see all small objects are in danger of becoming a projectile with you around." He offers his hand in a friendly gesture. I accept and shake accordingly. "Yomi"

"Hiei"

We walk.

"Lonely night?" I cock up an eyebrow. He shakes his head, "No, no what I mean is most kids your age are either at their friend's house getting drunk or trying to get into the local bars." He scratches the back of his head at his last statement. "Well present company not included, you managed to walk right in." He follows this enlightening discovery with a wholehearted laugh.

I look around and notice he has led me to his place of business. I stop at the front door. He unlocks the front door walks past me flicking on the lights. He hangs his coat up behind the bar before he quickly wipes the counter down with a mixture of bleach and water. He empties the dishwasher loading the overhead glass rack with stemmed glasses and thick handled mugs. He lines up and double stacks the shot glass. He slides the other larger tumblers their pre-determined spot then looks up at me.

"Well, well now do you want to be the doorman or do you plan to actual come inside?" I shrug.

"Hn, thanks." I manage to locate a stool in a dark corner I have a knack for things like that. He, I mean Yomi supplies me with a cold drink I lean against the wall and sip my unscrewed 'Screwdriver'.

About two bathroom trips later the place starts to fill up. There were a few people who happen to come in earlier but I chalk those sorts as purely alcoholics since no one with any social life would be here alone before 10.

"Oh shit," I curse the moment realize the time. I untangle my legs and begin the process of slapping and shaking the blood back into them.

The bell rings for the umpteenth time I ignore it as I continue to work on my legs.

"Well, I be damned. I haven't seen that face in more years than I care to count." A tossed drying brings me out my personal task. I look over to Yomi who was now leaning against the back wall with a smirk on his face and shaking his head. I don an expression of disinterest and direct my attention to the approaching individual but before my eyes could get adjusted to the extra smoke and somewhat dimmer room, warm hands snake their way around me and over my eyes.

"My my isn't it way past your bedtime?" a silk voice breathes over my ear.

"As if you would what time I need to go to bed." I manage to retaliate.

"Aw, come now." He says as his hands pull away from my face to rest a bit to comfortably cross my chest. "I see you came all this way just to see me."

"I am merely here by chance." I state lifting the pale arms from around me noticing the perfectly painted black fingernails and a silver ring with a black rose etched into it. I could almost hear the pout forming on his lips.

"So you didn't even think of me even once."

"Nope" I brush my sleeve across my nose just to make sure it didn't grow.

"Pity" he sighs stealing my unfinished drink. "Because you played in my mind a many nights."

"Hn" I manage to squeeze out of my quickly constricting vocal chords I decide to focus on something other than his eyes because at the moment those golden orbs were telling me without any doubt what played in his mind a many nights had nothing to do with witty conversation. I decide the slightly wrinkled wet ring marred square paper napkin is an interesting place to keep my eyes.

"I see you still have the best clientele in town." A voice says from behind the causally posing platinum. My mind flashes for a moment.

"And I see your taste hasn't change old friend." Yomi answers jovially

"Yomi, so good to see you." he says. My mind spins. I know that voice.

" Yoko" the silver haired boy spins around at the bellowing of his name.

"Argg, fuck me. " he growls rolling his eyes. "Well back to work." he fishes out two pills out of his pocket pops them in his mouth and washes them down with the rest of my watery drink. "Yessss" he purrs strutting over to the man in the black suit whom beckoned him.

I catch myself staring at the sway of the exiting back side and think…..

"Damn that is one fine little piece of ass."

"Shut the fuck up pervert." I spat with out looking up.

"Mmm, that temper is going to get you in a lot of trouble one day." the man says calmly with a bit of ice laced in the words.

I look up to glare at the man. His black hair shone like raven's feathers, he runs his finger along his face tugging his hair behind his ear. He never turns his head he simply shifts his eyes in my direction. "Oh my dear God." I gasp in a panic. I jump up and knock the empty glass on to the floor.

"Goodness Hiei are you alright?" Yomi asks voice over flowing with concern.

"Yes." I stammer trying to get my footing on the now wet floor.

"Hiei?" the man says.

"Do you know him?" Yomi asks

I struggle to my feet and run for the door.

"Yeah he's my…" the door slams and all I can hear is the scuff, tap, scuff, tap of my feet against the asphalt.