-DISCLAIMERS- In the future amonkey with telekinesis powers might own YYH, but right now I can say I do not. Neither does the monkey.

The rising sun slowly devours the night as I sit in his car. From the moment I got in Yomi's car I realized I am truly tired of running but I more importantly I want to know the truth.

"Who are you and how in the hell do you know my father?" I ask again with a bit more anger than intended.

He sighs and slides down in his seat a bit. "You ask such a loaded question. But basically I am an old long time friend of your father's." Yomi says with a nod satisfied with his answer.

No Shit I mused to myself. "Just how good of a friend?" "Good enough to make him leave his wife?"

His laugh shook the car, which is a feat in itself; this eighteen-ton metal monster of a car would barely tremble during a bomb attack. "Oh my" he quips wiping his eyes. "On the contrary he left me for your mother, the weird part is that I introduced them."

Yea-pah, that little detail threw my little plot boat off a mental waterfall.

"By the look on your face, something seems to be a bit of a surprise for you. Don't let my laugh mislead you. Having your father fall in love with your mother was not my plan." Yomi snorts a small chuckle at his youthful actions. "I foolishly had to test him. I lost."

I regain my stoic look. "He left you but I thought he ……" I pause search for the right phase.

"You thought your father ran out on your mother because of some fresh new ass on the side. Right?" he taps his fingernail against the driver's side window. "God I wished he would have been so easily swayed." He quietly says with a heartfelt sadness. 'But you are wrong." he continues with a strong conviction. "He loved your mother and he adored his children. Trust me I know he would run back and tell me everything." His eyes roll briefly. "Do you know how sickeningly sappy that man can be?"

After so many years of hating the man I had almost forgot all the times he would express his affection despite our pleas and public humiliation

Life was hard enough when you were the smallest thing in your school. Always looking out for some power hunger, brainless, growth hormone junkie wanting to get his rocks off by torturing you. However as a preteen life can really suck when your own father always had to greet you like you haven't seen each other in five years. As an eight year old getting picked up and spun by your father was somewhat acceptable, but not when you're twelve. I remember angrily asking him why he always acted that way. I had forgotten his answer.

"Because I still can and one day these moments will be all I have left of you."

I nod in remembrance.

"Look, I am in no place to tell you what you should and should not do but from one man to another avoiding him will only cause more heartache." His eyes darken for a brief moment, "However, I will not stand wilily by as you deliberately crush him."

"Hn" I grunt. "Who is the Yoko?" I ask changing the subject.

Yomi shakes his head at my sudden subject change, "Wow, you are full of hard questions." He pauses for a while I guess he is trying to find his answer. "He is someone who I prayed I would personally never see again."

I raise my eyebrow. "You seem to enjoy his company when he is around besides why would you give a ride to someone you quote unquote never wanted to see again?"

He nods, "True, true. Hmm, how should I phrase this. Ok 'Yoko' is no more than some high paying perverts walking sexual fantasy. I hate the fact that is what he has chosen to do, but I could never hate him"

"Yea, yea so he's a Hollywood whore with a great heart in a back water town. Sad, sad story so tell me who he is. "

"No." He roars. Raising his hand he continues in a more calm state of mind, "Hiei, some things are best left unsaid by the mouth's of others."

I roll my eyes. "Fine. Since the Yoko's identity is such a well guarded town secret then what is the connection between Kurama and Sensui." Most people would have stopped talking by now to wait for an answer but for some odd reason I am in a rambling mood. "One minute I swear Kurama's eyes burn with the unhidden desire to kill him and have his entrails cleaned and then used to restring the broken rackets in the gym closet. The next moment he is bowing to that SoB's every command."

I pause for a second and notice Yomi is no longer his cool self. "Stay away from that little fucker. That boy and his black-hearted father are nothing but trouble. Sensui is nothing but bad news."

"Yea, kinda found that out first hand. But thanks for the heads up."

"Hm." He quickly grunts breaking out his angry mode. "You fought Sensui?" I nod. He nervously rakes his finger through his hair clutching at the roots eye concentrating solely on the steering wheel. "You're the reason. But why?" he asks himself. His deep expression does not change. "I have to go." Slowly releasing the strangle hold he has on his hair he restarts his car and forces it into drive. Still holding down the break pedal he asks me, in a complete afterthought once he realizes I am still in the car, if I needed a ride home.

I shake my head ala three-year-old style and proceed to get out of the car. "No."

I had I lot to think about, besides the walk would do me good. The morning dew still coated the sidewalk making every other step a bit slippery. Despite the fact I was force to swallow a bucket load of information in one sitting my mind wasn't stressed. It is full but not stressed. I felt as I a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. My main question was resolved. A feeling of dare I say happiness is presently playing in my bottle of emotions. Not the kind of happy that makes you skip along, singing a merry little tune whilst tossing flowers up into the air. Hell no. If I ever get that happy I would personally kick my own ass.

Lost in my musings I did not notice how close I am to my home until I'm about to pass the driveway. I look up and sitting on the front steps is the one person, whom a few hours ago would have forced me into an one eighty and praying to Mercury for speed, my father. His raven tresses were cascading down the front of his folded arms as they rested on his gentle raising and lowering chest. His head is bowed. He is asleep. My footfalls are willed to be as silent as possible, I trek ghost like up to the front step.

"Son" he murmurs as a small shiver captures his still sleeping form.

For the first time on a long time I wanted to touch my father and call out to him. I wanted him to hold me and tell me everything is all right. I wanted him to understand my pain and ease my confusion. I wanted him. Wanting something and taking the steps to reach that goal, no matter how close it may be are so very far apart.

I walk pass with out a word. I gentle close the door behing me. I did not run but I still can't help hiding.