1New chapter time...heh...last chapter went pretty sweet...took a while but it was worth it...now on to the next one...in this chapter you will finally get to meet him...Kyoshi.

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH

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A cold chill filled the morning air, strange since it was smack in the middle of spring. A young man was walking down the sidewalk going towards his destination. He was tall and had long black flowing hair. He wore a silk red long-sleeved shirt with the first two buttons open revealing his chest a bit, he also wore a pair of tight black pants. He looked around a bit lost and confused, he even stepped in a little circle looking around himself.

"Damn...lost." He said to himself. He looked around again hoping that someone could give him directions. A small group of girls were walking towards him chatting and giggling at everything, He walked towards them. "Uh...excuse me can you help me out with something?" he asked. The girls just looked at him, blushed, giggled even more and ran off. The man just stood there a little dumbfounded. "Why do women always do that?" He asked himself unaware of his own beauty. Either he was naive or just full of himself. He continued on his way finally getting directions from a man that he had passed. He walked into the middle of a park, maybe this was his destination. He looked around...and sat down where he was standing.

He crossed his legs one over the other, he put his arms out and rested them on his legs pressing his middle fingers and thumbs together. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, and began to meditate. The wind that was blowing softly began to blow harder and harder, it picked up pieces of paper, dirt, and small objects such as rocks and trash. The wind moved from the direction it was blowing and headed for the man, it circled around him like a small cyclone. His hair lifted into the air whipping around and flowing, the sky started to grow dark, thunder boomed and lighting clapped. The man began to open his eyes, they were glowing. They were half way open when a circular object came out of nowhere and smacked the man right in the head. Everything halted. The wind calmed and everything it was carrying fell to the ground. The skies went back to normal and the sun shined again.

The man flopped to the side and fell to the ground. The ball fell too and bounced softly. His eyes stopped glowing and started to tear up. He clutched his head where the ball had made contact and started to moan and roll around on the floor. He turned and looked at the ball. It was a simple rubber ball, it was red and medium sized, while he was looking at it a pair of small hands reached and picked it up. He looked up and saw a small brown haired girl carrying it.

"Im sowry mister, are you otay?" she asked looking down at the man. The man looked up at her and smiled.

"I'm fine little one...just shaken is all." He laughed. The girl giggled. "Ok now take your toy and go play somewhere else...be careful now." the girl nodded and ran off with her other little friends. The man watched as she ran off, few seconds passed before he sat up and rubbed his head again. "Ouch, that did hurt...that girl has a nice throw." He looked around a bit and watched the people move around the park. Little kids ran around with their parents chasing them, laughing and playing. The man smiled. "Oh well...best be on my way...I'll try again later." he told himself as he stood and dusted himself off. He flipped his hair over his shoulder and twisted it so it wouldn't fly everywhere, he picked out a few pieces dirt and paper from it. He walked out of park leaving the people there completely unaware of what he had just done. "Now...where to go now." he said as he walked around. "Hmm...hungry." he grabbed his stomach and could feel it rumbling and growling. He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out three quarters. He sighed. "First I need money."

(Another part of the city)

"What a cheap disguise, could of at least given me something better." Thief complained to himself. He was wearing a shaggy brown wig, the hair reached up to his ears and stuck out everywhere. He had blue eyes and a beauty mark next to his right eye just above his nose. Also the black that covered his eyes was covered by makeup. Thief hated the look, but he did tell Krew to just through something together. "At least I don't look like this in real life." He told himself.

Thief continued walking, he looked around trying to find Yusuke's apartment building. He turned in an alleyway hoping it would be a shortcut, it was dark and ugly even with it being just six in the morning.

A loud screeching sound ran through the alley, the sound of rubber and the smell of it burning on the asphalt made Thief turn to see what caused it. When he did he was looking down a Harley Davidson motorcycle, it drove right for him wanting to crash against his body. Thief reacted by jumping into a back flip right over the bike before it could hit him. He landed on the back of the bike as it sped past, the driver turned his head and reached for his side pulling out a handgun he had and shot at Thief. He just bended back and avoided the shots, when it finished Thief sat back up and jammed his fist into the drivers face. The force of the hit caused the driver to lose control of the bike, it fell on it's side and threw the driver off. Thief leapt off before it could, it skidded and skipped across the ground, pieces breaking off. It finally stopped when it slammed into the wall of a dead end. Thief landed softly on the ground and looked around trying to find the man who tried to kill him. He found him lying against the bike. The helmet he was wearing had twisted and was now backwards on his head. Thief walked over to him and pulled off the helmet. The man had his eyes open...they were lifeless.

"Damnit," Thief muttered. He looked the man over and found the cause of death, his neck was broken. Thief reached into the man's pocket and pulled out his wallet, he searched for his ID he found it...it read...

Name: Derrick Garcia

Age: 26

Sex: M

Birthdate: 02/17/1980

The rest Thief didn't bother with, he looked at the mangled mess in front of him and shook his head. "Poor bastard," he said. "Should've known better then to mess with me." He stood and threw the wallet at the man's feet, he was about to turn and leave when something caught his eye. A purple symbol was peeling off the bike, Thief walked over to it and pulled it off. It was a symbol of fancy letter "K" with a snake wrapped around it.

"Kyoshi." Thief whispered to himself. He crumpled up the symbol and was about to throw it, but then thought against it. He put it in his pocket and left the alley leaving the man there on his own. He finally made it to the correct street and continued looking for Yusuke's apartment.

A small blinking light shined underneath a pile of trash, a small camera hidden by a newspaper blinked wildly. It was the same color as the busted bike that was a few feet away from it, it had broken off on impact. The small camera was sending it's video footage hundreds of miles away from where it was sitting. The video that it had recorded was sent to a large mansion and was showing on a Tv as huge as the wall of the room it was in. The room was about as big as a school cafeteria, the walls were painted with a dark blood red color with drapes hanging off the ceiling. The floor was covered with a rich white carpet, probably made of animal fur. A king sized bed laid in the far corner of the room the sheets were made of silk and colored black. In the middle of the room stood a tall armchair, it was well-aged and richly made. In it's seat sat a man.

He looked like he was twenty-four, but for those that knew him knew that he was much older. He had long sliver hair that was tied in a braid, his eyes shined with an emerald color and his face could make any woman stop dead in her tracks just to look at him. He was dressed in his morning robe and was drinking what seemed to be tea. He smiled as he watched the screen, Thief's image kept reappearing after it was shown. The man smiled, taking a sip of his morning tea, he slowly licked his lips after drinking and said.

"It has been too long since we last saw each other my dear friend," he laughed remembering the past. "Hmm, how I long to see your blood once again." he placed the cup on a small table that was near his chair, he stood and untied his robe. He let it fall to the floor and walked over to his closet that held many clothes, his personal butler was standing beside it. The butler was dressed in a simple tuxedo, he stood with his back straight. He was in his mid-50's and had a small mustache. He had a small towel hung on his arm.

"Sir it is unwise to walk about naked, you might catch cold." He told the man. The man turned and looked at him, he just gave him a smile.

"It is alright, Julius...I won't be like this long." he told him. He pulled out simple street clothes from the closet and dressed. "I'm going out Julius, if anyone calls just take a message."

"Yes sir, may I ask where you are off to?"

"Nowhere special...I'm just going to meet...an old friend."

"What is his name sir?" Julius asked as he picked up his master's robe and cup.

" Lyserg, his name is Lyserg." The man grabbed his coat from the closet and made his way out the door. He left his home and walked into the brightness of the morning sun, he smiled softly as it warmed his face. He walked towards his garage and opened the door to it, inside were about 4 different cars. Brand new and expensive, he walked between the cars and spotted his favorite. He sat on an old worn-looking motorcycle, he started it and sped out of the garage and onto the street. "Just wait Lyserg...we will meet again." he laughed to himself. "After all...you are my favorite little thief."

(Elsewhere)

"Pssst...Yusuke...Yuuuusssssuke...dilhole." Thief muttered to himself. He was practically hovering over the sleeping boy, and he still wouldn't wake up. When he first found the room he thought that he would have a little trouble getting in, but Yusuke's mother had just welcomed him in like nothing and offered him a drink. "Guess she thought I was one of his simple-minded friends." he thought. He looked back down at Yusuke who was snoring loudly, he just sighed and jumped off the bed. "Geez, like a rock." he sighed. He walked towards the bed again and kneeled down beside it, he cupped his hands over his mouth and moved close to Yusuke's ear.

"WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUP!" Yusuke woke with a start and yelled a bit. He turned to see who it was and saw a stranger.

"Who the hell are you?" he shouted in Thief's face angrily.

"It's me...Thief. I'm in disguise...you can't expect me to walk about in public without covering up." he explained as he stood and wiped the spit from his face when Yusuke had yelled at him. "Now tell the plan...I want to know what Koenma has planned for me."

"Well you'll have to wait," Yusuke yawned. "I can only tell you when were all present, so you have no choice but to wait." Thief glared at him before he smirked.

"Ooooooh...really?" Yusuke didn't like that look.

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And I shall leave it there...I liked the way this chapter came out...although I should of put more thought into the ending...oh well it's still good...so stick around there should be more in a short amount of time...maybe. REVIEW!