AisuDragoness: :wwwwaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh: I'M SOOOOO SORRY! I HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR MY ABSENCE, REALLY! So, I had writer's block for awhile, so I was thinking of how I should continue my story, and then all of a sudden, I HAD FINALS! So for the past two weeks I've been studying my butt off, and I've practically been banned from the computer from my parents during finals week, so NOW, finals is officially over, and I'm BAAAACCCKK! So I'm SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Sorry! Please don't be too angry! ….onegai?

Disclaimer: You all know I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho…yea.. the only people I own are Masanori, Seishiro, and Akio, so if you want to use them, you HAVE to ASK for my permission, or I'll hunt you down!

Chapter 11

Hiei stood, frozen in his tracks, to stunned to move. His fox…his precious youko was taken from him by none other than….the Akatsuki. Ruby red eyes, flashing with a flaming anger, his jaw clenched and set with a determined countenance, the jaganshi spun around, dragging Kuwabara by the collar of his shirt behind him.

"Go home, get packing, ningen. We're going after him." Kuwabara, shaking himself out of his reverie, grabbed Hiei by the shoulder before the fire demon whirled around and left, asking incredulously,

"Hang on a second, Hiei. We don't even no where the guy went, he vanished without a trace! Where are we going to look!" The black haired youkai shot him a fierce glare,

"Idiot, where else? Demon World."

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Yusuke shoved another pair of jeans in his worn duffle bag, quickly glancing around to see if he was forgetting anything before turning back to Hiei, who was intently sharpening his katana with a smooth stone in his hands.

"The Akatsuki, huh? Figures Kuwabara wouldn't be paying attention while watching Kurama, I'll never understand what Yukina sees in him." Wrong thing to say. The fire demon immediately stiffened at the mention of his half-sister, his eyes narrowing, glowering at the dark haired teen as he spat,

"Yukina is too kind and naïve. A few soft words and she immediately believes that that stupid human is actually worth her time. Ch, soon enough she'll realize just how worthless he is."

The leader of the Reikai Tantei only shrugged, for Hiei's spite towards the Kuwabara was nothing new to him. Delicately trying to change the subject before Hiei's brooding got too deep, he casually asked,

"So…just who are the Akatsuki, anyway?" The youkai wasn't fooled by Yusuke's not so subtle attempt to change the subject but answered nonetheless.

"The Akatsuki…in other words, the Bloody Moon. They're an infamous underground faction of malicious criminals, world renown for their stealth, their vicious and insidious schemes, and lack of mercy. These demons don't care for power, they wanted reverence. They revel and thrive in the fear of others, the way they hush and only whisper their name. Though they did not strike out often, when they did, they lashed out ruthlessly with such malice that was remembered for years to come. Even that baka Koenma hesitates to get involved with the Akatsuki, for he knows they were a power not to be trifled with. Rumors say that every time they struck, a red moon would rise that night, a visual symbol to all the Makai that another target would never see the light of day again, reminding all that they're doomed victim's last breath was a desperate scream on their lips, and the last thing they saw was the bloody moon, rising upon their passing, before dying a cold, cruel death. Hence, they were called the Akatsuki. They never stop until they have their prey. Never."

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A blue haired demon flitted through the forest, darting through the trees in haste, ignoring the soft whines of protest and the sharp claws digging into his skin from the baby kitsune in his arms.

Akio picked up the pace, eager to return to his master, his blood already tingling with anticipation of his upcoming reward that was surely to come; after all, surely with the success of his mission, the master would be pleased. The orange haired ningen outraged face flashed through his mind, causing his hand to reflexively touch his sword that was sheathed and tied around his waist with his pale sash. His fingertips caressed its ivory hilt, as his face twisted into a smirk,

The clock is ticking closer and closer to your demise, human, I hope you're ready, for in time, when I tear my sword into your flesh, and your blood pours out like rain, the sun will set on your world into darkness, giving rise to the bloody moon. Soon, ningen…I'll be coming for you.

AisuDragoness: wow…uh…that was short…gomen ne! I'm going to update as soon as I can to make up for my absences, okie pokie? Meanwhile, I gotta think up of what's going to happen next. Until next time, ja ne! REVIEW, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU!