Disclaimer- Some really cool/rich/genius Japanese guy owns YYH. And... well.. I'm not even a guy.

A/N- I know, I know, this chapter took forever. Trust me, I was about to be killed for it, too. Having Emmy know where I live doesn't help. XDDD Anyways, at long last, here it is! Whee!

I love this chapter, particularly because of Hiei's kid. That and Hiei and Mukuro as parent figures never ceases to amuse me. You should note that Mukuro is acting as she is because she is a mother now, and same for Hiei. This would be normal behavior for them. And the paper... Well. You'll see. Reviewer responses at the end of the chapter!

Pairings- Yusuke/Keiko, Kurama/Shizuru, Hiei/Mukuro, Kuwabara/Yukina, Koenma/Botan

Names-
Yuki-
Snow or luck.
Michio- Man with strength of 3,000
Toshi- Mirror Image
Kaemon- Joyful, righthanded; old samurai name
Kohana- Little flower

SPECIAL NOTE- Kuwabara and Yukina's kid has been named: Yuki! No, not from Fruits Basket. XP The meaning is why I chose it, thank you.

Also, this fic is no longer Koenma-centric. Just wasn't working that way. Never fear, for I have a Koenma fic planned for later.

I messed up so badly with this, I can't even tell you. The ages are all wrong. All the children should be ages 10 and under. I fixed this but so you don't have to go back and read it, Michio (Yusuke's kid) and Yuki (Kuwabara's kid)are ten, and Toshi (the other child) is nine. In this chapter, Kaemon is ten as well, and Kohana is probably one or two. Her age isn't relevant to anything. Thank you!


Time and Time Again: Chapter Three
H
iei looked down the table, a surprised look on his face, which was composed of both eyebrows disappearing beneath his white headband, mouth slightly agape as his crimson eyes stared straight ahead, the right eye twitching ever so slightly. This look, although quite humorous, was rare both because he hardly had need to show it and he found it demeaning. But this was one exception, seeing as his son had just finished his tenth stack of demonic waffles with literal lightning speed.

"What's wrong Dad?" The boy looked back up the table towards his father, head cocked slightly to the side. He was relatively young, only about ten years old in human terms, and had the personality of a child with a permanent sugar rush. The fact he could run almost as fast as his father didn't help in being 'calm', and his curiosity often got the better of him. He was a mean fighter, though considering his parents that wasn't too surprising. Where he inherited his personality from, however, was a question that could stump the genius of geniuses.

"...Nothing," Hiei replied, regaining some composure and clamping his mouth shut.

"You looked surprised or somethin'," his son stated, arching a brow. "Did I eat your waffles?"

"No, Kaemon, you didn't," Hiei said with a smirk, shaking his head, his expression now back to it's normal, indifferent state. "I don't like waffles."

"How can you not like waffles?" Kaemon cried in surprise, eyes wide. "They're the best! They're so fluffy and green, and when you eat them they kind of melt in your mouth, and the square patterns are so cool, and when you-" Hiei had learned long ago to tune Kaemon out, let him rant, and it would all be over with, with no one getting hurt. He picked up his copy of the Makai Times, opened it up to the center page, and began reading, nodding in all the right places as Kaemon continued with his lengthy waffle explanation.

"Ready for more waffles?" Hiei's expectant wife, Mukuro, interrupted, glancing up from her own plate.

"-And then he threw it up! ...What?" Kaemon blinked, looking up at his mother.

"Waffles?"

"Er... No. I'm full." He sighed, slouching down in his chair. "And bored."

"I believe your father promised to do some sparring after he does his patrol rounds," Mukuro said, giving Hiei a look. Hiei sighed, turning the page of his newspaper.

"Hn." Mukuro rolled her eye, finishing off the last of her own waffle.

"Sir, someone is at the door to see you." Hiei looked up over his paper at the servant demon, a questioning look on his face.

"Who is it?" the former detective grunted, deciding he didn't have time for this if it wasn't important.

"...Kurama, sir."

Before anyone else could react, Kaemon had hopped to his feet, an excited glint in his eye. He stood at the same height as his father, his hair identical shades of white, black, and blue. He held little to no resemblance to his mother, though if one looks close enough you might catch specks of hazel in his otherwise crimson eyes. Kaemon made a mad dash down the hall, bumping into several other servants in the process, until he came upon the waiting kitsune just inside the front door.

"Uncle Kurama!" Kaemon exclaimed, and in turn Kurama smiled. "I haven't seen you in a looooooooong time! How ya been, huh? I'm good, real good! Dad's going to take me training later, and now I'm bored, but earlier I had waffles, and did you know my Dad has three eyes? Yeah, he does, no really, and my Mom only has one can you believe it? So my Dad has three, and my Mom has one, but I have two!" He stopped in front of Kurama, holding up a hand, two fingers sticking up as the others curled into a partial fist. "See?"

"Yes, I see Kaemon. That's wonderful," Kurama grinned, shaking his head in an amused manner. "Hiei is here, isn't he?"

"Yeah, Dad's here. He's being grumpy. He's always grumpy, though." He headed down the hall, Kurama following shortly behind.

"Hiei, Mukuro," Kurama greeted with a nod as he and Kaemon stepped into the dining hall.

"What do you want, fox?" Hiei grunted, his newspaper now folded on the table.

"It's about-" He cut himself off, glancing at Kaemon, who was watching them in mild curiosity. "Our pacifier. For..Kohana. It's missing. We think someone stole it." Hiei eyed the fox suspiciously.

"Am I supposed to care about your... pacifier?" he spat, a disgusted look on his face.

"I assumed you would, after everything it's been through with you."

"Which hasn't been much."

"True. But surely you wouldn't mind helping us.. look for it?"

"If the moronic pacifier needs to be rescued from whoever stole it, perhaps it shouldn't have been a pacifier to begin with."

"It had no choice, you know that."

"But I do. I'm not going on some petty search."

"Hiei, this is much bigger than just finding-"

"I said I wasn't going to help, Kurama."

"All right, Hiei. Be difficult. The rest of us are searching. I hope you know that."

"Everyone?"

"I said that, didn't I? Even Y-the ice is helping."

"Hn."

"Good bye, Hiei." Kurama turned with a sigh, shaking his head as he made way for the door. He hadn't really expected Hiei to help. The fire demon was stubborn and had never honestly liked Koenma. Of course, none of them did, he supposed. Not really. Now outside, Kurama took a deep breath, looking around for the portal he had used to get to the Makai. He wasn't quite looking forward to going back to a temple of worried women; that was never pleasant.


Hiei picked up his newpaper, flipping it open to the page he had been reading. He could feel both Mukuro's and Kaemon's gaze upon him, and he strived to ignore it. Giving in to such temptations was not something he intended to do; he prided himself for resisting such things. But Mukuro's stare was heated, a look that said quite plainly that she thought he could have handled the situation much better, and Kaemon's curiosity was almost overwhelming.

"What?" the Jaganashi snapped, glaring over his paper.

"Nothing," Mukuro replied coldly, returning to the job of mangling her waffles.

"It's something. What?" Hiei repeated. Now he was annoyed.

"What was Kurama talking about?" Kaemon interrupted, looking from one parent to the other. "Why was he so worried about a pacifier? Couldn't he just buy a new one in the ningen stores?"

"This was a special kind of pacifier," Mukuro answered kindly. "Kurama couldn't find it in his heart to replace it. It seems, however, that your father can." Mukuro held little to no care for the toddler prince of the Reikai. But Koenma was still a life. In her own personal opinion that should have been enough for Hiei to storm from the castle in a rage at whoever at kidnapped the demi-god, particularly due to the fact all the Reikai Tantei, Koenma, and any other people personally involved in the Spirit Detective legacy maintained a strong bond. But it seemed Hiei didn't want to admit that.

"Dad has a heart, though, right?" Kaemon asked, his face contorted with worry.

"Yes, he does," Mukuro answered as Hiei 'hn'd and returned to his paper. "He just chooses not to show it."

"I am not searching for the pacifier," Hiei grumbled. Mukuro sighed, setting down her fork.

"Fine, Hiei, keep thinking you care so little. It will only hurt you in the end." Her glare was fierce, causing Hiei to fidget. Before long it became too intense for him to stand, and the fire demon found himself marching from the room towards their personal quarters. He didn't want to help anyone look for Koenma.

True, there was a sort of bond for them all, but he wasn't about to admit that. Besides, he hadn't been close to Koenma, or anyone else for that matter. Except maybe Kurama, he only held respect and a slight soft spot for the others. No, he didn't need to go after the toddler that was stupid to get himself kidnapped. Anything Mukuro said wasn't going to change his mind.

"Hn," he muttered, disgusted with his own thoughts as he sat down in a chair, propped his feet onto the table, and opened his newspaper yet again.


Reviewer Responses-

Mutou Yasu- Whee! Glad you liked it. I only thought it was fitting to have their kids like this. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I do love the Hiei/Mukuro pairing, though... Sadly, there are some 'things' that will happen to them they may not like... But I'll say no more.

Red Kitsune Flames- Glad you like the kids. I love 'em too. D

Special Thanks to all my other reviewers: Emmy Amiena Weasley (SESSHY!), Demons are Cool (AYA-CHAN!), andPr3tty iin piink!