Here is the next chapter. Hope you all like it!

Title: Meetings at the Park

Summery: Kurama, a single mother. Yomi, a father with limited visitation rights. A chance meeting. GenderBender. AU. YomixFemKurama. 1st time trying this pairing. YusxKei, KuwaxYuk, HixMu.

Rating: T and will most likely stay as such. (Rated such for bad language in future chapters, thanks to Yusuke.)

Warning: Modern AU. Gender Bender. Het. Yaoi (if you want to consider it that – the yaoi pairing is the gender bender pairing). Original Character's (OC). May also be Out Of Characters (OOC).

Pairing: YomixFemKurama, KuwabaraxYukina, YusukexKeiko, HieixMukuro.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Yu Yu Hakusho gang, but I do own all of the OC's. (so please don't steal!).

OC's: Yuriko, Tori, Nyoko, Akeno, Maemi, Kei, Tamae, Machiko, Teiljo, Kain Tachibana, and Mr. Kita.

Beta: Rei-chan again! Thanks for doing this.

Take Three

Yomi sighed, closing his phone. He should have known that something like this would happen. He had just gotten off the phone with his boss, who informed him that one of his regular clients had a problem that he needed his lawyers for. On a normal off day, it wouldn't have mattered if that call had came in, but since he had Shura, it did. He couldn't just go into work, since he didn't have anyone to babysit Shura. His boss said to figure something out, because their client only wanted to talk to Yomi. He was to be at Mr. Kita's office at 2 o'clock, it was now 10:43.

"Dad?" Shura looked up from the TV, where he was watching a cartoon.

"Yea kiddo?" Yomi slipped his cell into his pocket, then walked over to the couch, sitting next to his son.

"Somethin' wrong?"

"I have to go to work."

"But dad!" Shura whined. "I don't want ta."

"I don't either Shura, but it doesn't change the fact that I have to." Yomi sighed. Shura would have to come in with him, and the boy knew it. "You want to do something before than?"

"See Yuri." He answered.

"I don't-" Yomi looked down, then looked towards the TV. He didn't know how to get a hold of Kurama, since they always made plans in person.

"Dad!" Shura whined.

"How about we go to the park, see if they're there? Sound good kiddo?" Yomi asked, looking at his son. Shura jumped off the couch, running to get his shoes from the front door. Yomi got up as well, fallowing him. He bent down, putting the Velcro sneakers on his son's feet. Yomi then put his own shoes on, grabbing his keys. Out they went, down to the local park.

Shura walked a good ten steps ahead of him on the path, wanting to get to the park as fast as he could. He couldn't wait to get there and see if Yuriko was there. Shura ran to the playground, searching it from top to bottom in less than thirty seconds. He came running up to Yomi, who had just stepped up to the edge of the playground. "She's not here." Shura told him, a whine evident in his voice.

"Sorry Shura. Do you want to stay here or go back to the apartment?" Shura shifted, looking back at the playground.

"We are here." Shura told him, looking back at his dad.

"We are."

"I'll play some." He turned, running back to the playground. Yomi smiled, fallowing his son. Shura had already climbed onto one of the pieces of equipment, waiting in front of the monkey bars. Yomi came over, holding his son up as he went across them. Once on the other side, he took off for the highest slide.

"This is a surprise."

Yomi turned, surprise on his face as he saw the red head women. "Kurama."

"I didn't expect you two to be down here." She was holding a basket, Yuriko holding her left hand. "Go on and find Shura." Yuriko's face lit up, taking off to find the boy.

"We were looking for you." Yomi told her.

"You were?" She turned back to him with a smile. "Come." She turned, walking out of the playground and to the grass area of the park, Yomi fallowed. She sat her basket down, taking the folded blanket off the top, spreading it out. She sat, motioning for Yomi to join her. "Is there something going on?"

"Shura wanted to see Yuri. He's upset since I have to go to work later." He sighed, placing her basket next to her, sitting.

"I thought that you had two weeks off. You just picked Shura up on Friday." She shook her head. Shura had only been at Yomi's for four days, and he was already getting called into work.

"I do, but an emergency came up. I have to go in for a few hours." Yomi watched as Kurama started to unpack the basket: sandwiches, carrots, crackers, and juice boxes. Yomi raised an eye brow, giving Kurama a questioning look.

"Our lunch. It's a nice day." She shrugged. She leaned back, eyes closing, a small smile on her lips. "I enjoy the outdoors."

"Kurama, can I ask you something?" Yomi watched as green eyes opened, looking straight at him from under red bangs. His heart jumped.

"Sure."

"What do you do? It's in the middle of the day and you're not at work." Yomi watched as she smiled, laughter in her eyes.

"I'm an artist. I mainly paint nature pictures, though I do sometimes paint people or abstract. Keiko's parents sell them at their cafe. I also paint memorials for a small price. I give an art class on Saturday nights at the local Y, though I don't charge for it. My dad, he died when I was Yuriko's age, left me a nice size trust. If I don't make enough through my art, I have that to fall back onto."

Yomi smiled, listening to her talk. "That makes since."

"Like you being a lawyer."

"Yea. Now that you say it." It did. Her clothes, though well kept, often consisted of pants with paint stains on them and a slightly large t-shirt over a tang top. "I just figured that the paint stains on your jeans were from Yuriko." She laughed. She pulled her gray t-shirt up, showing the paint stained blue tang top. He laughed. "You're a bit messy."

She lowered her shirt back down. "When I get into it. Hiei used to tell me that he liked to visit when I was painting, it was the only time I wasn't in perfect order." She smiled at him.

"Perfect order?" He asked.

"I was a bit of a perfectionist by the time I hit junior high and stayed that way till I had Yuriko."

"You still are one." He commented. "Your clothes may be a little messy, but Yuriko is always dressed to impress. You never forget anything; you always have things in order."

She laughed. "I guess so. Never thought of it that way." She stood. "I'm going to get them." She walked away, leaving Yomi sitting on the blanket. A minute later she came back, Yuriko in her arms, Shura a few steps ahead of her. She sat Yuriko down on the blanket, than sat down her self. She pulled out baby wipes, handing one to Shura, cleaning Yuriko's hands. She split up a sandwich between the two kids, giving them each four carrots.

"Kurama?" Yomi watched her.

"He hasn't already eaten, has he?" She faltered, looking over at him. "Wait, he's not allergic to peanut butter right?"

"No, he's not. Nor has he eaten. But do you have enough?" He watched as she breathed a sight a relief.

"Yea. I packed extra. Half of Yuriko's food usually ends up bird food, so I started to pack extra for her." Sure enough, Yuriko was pulling a piece of sandwich off, throwing it towards the birds. Kurama picked up the pack of crackers, giving each child a few and a juice box. "Yuriko, lets eat our lunch, hm. You and Shura can feed the rest of these crackers to the birds when you're done."

"Tay." She went back to her lunch, eyes still on the birds. Kurama pulled out a small digital camera from the basket, snapping a picture of the two children. Yuriko was looking over at the birds, Shura was eating – a carrot in one hand, sandwich in the other. She took a few more of them, once Yuriko turned back from the birds to finish eating.

After the two of them had finished eating, they went about feeding the birds. They were crunching up the crackers and throwing them in handfuls at the birds. By now, a good twenty birds were a few feet from the kids, pecking at the crumbs. Kurama was snapping pictures of the two of them. She turned, looking at Yomi, who was smiling at the sight of the kids. She raised her camera, snapping two quick pictures of him, one of his profile and one of his smiling face full on as he turned to look at her. "Hey." She just grinned, turning it off as the kids joined them.

"Mommy. Play."

"Alright. Will you watch our stuff?" She looked over at Yomi. Yomi nodded. She nodded back, standing, taking the two children back to the park. Yomi packed the leftovers up, putting them back into the basket. He then folded the blanket, putting it into the basket. He walked over to the playground, basket in one hand, camera in the other. He left the basket on the sidewalk, walking over to where the young mother was playing with the two kids. He turned her camera on, snapping a few pictures of the three of them playing. One was of Yuriko and Shura both squatting in the sandbox, digging a hole together, shoulders almost touching. One was of Kurama holding Shura down, tickling the boy, then of Yuriko joining in.

Kurama glanced up at Yomi, smiling at him. "Taking pictures, are we?"

"Of course." He snapped another picture of her, this one of her by herself. She smiled at him, them turned her attention back to the kids. Both were standing next to her, making faces, trying to get her attention back onto them. She reached out, grabbing both the kids. She pulled them back against her, letting them sit in her lap, giving each side a tickle. She laughed right with them, and Yomi quickly snapped a picture of the three. He turned the camera off, deciding to join them.

"I've got to go." Yomi glanced at his watch. It was one o'clock. He had to get cleaned up and to work. "Come on Shrua."

"Why don't I watch him?" Kurama spoke up, dusting her clothes off. Shura looked up at his father, eyes pleading.

"Are you sure?" He turned to her. He had known her for almost ten months now, and he knew that Shura was safe with her.

"Yeah. Here, I'll put my number in your phone, and you can do the same." She pulled out her cell phone, handing it to him. He pulled his out, offering it to her. Once the numbers where entered and saved, the phones where returned.

"I don't know when I'll get back." He warned her.

She smiled, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter. If it gets too late, Shura can always camp out on my couch. How does that sound?" She turned to Shura.

"Ya hm."

"I'll call when I get done; see if he does want to stay." Yomi told her, watching as Yuriko dragged Shura off to the playground. He helped her climb up the rope ladder, going down the slide together. "Are you going to be able to handle them both? He's different from Yuriko."

"If I can handle Akeno, Tori, and Nyoko for a whole weekend, I think I can mange just Shura." Her eyes were shinning again.

"Good point." He turned back to the kids. "Shura, I'm leaving!"

"Bye dad!" He called back, waving. Yuriko looked up at Shura, then turned to Yomi, waving as well.

"See you later." Yomi told Kurama.

"Of course."

Yomi turned, walking down the path out of the park, going to his apartment. When he got home, he found Kurama's camera still in his pocket when he started to strip to get a shower. "Oh no." He sighed. "I'll have to give it back to her when I get Shura." He sat it on his night stand, then went about getting ready for his work. He packed up his briefcase, wallet and phone in his pockets. His eyes fell onto the camera, and he smiled. He picked it up, putting it into his briefcase as well, taking it with him. If he went to her place, it would be straight from work.

Yomi walked up to Mr. Kita's Office, right to his anxious looking boss, Kain Tachibana. "Yomi. Thank God." Kain sighed. Kain and Yomi went way back, going to high school together, having become friends after they fought each other and then got out of the punishment by arguing their case together. When Kain had started the company that he owned, Yomi owning 40% of it, now with ten lawyers on his payroll, the first had been Yomi. The two of them had worked hard for two years before they could bring another lawyer in. That had been six years ago.

Kain had been his best man when Yomi had married Maemi. He was there when Maemi had died in birth with Shura. Kain had been there trough it all, that was why he was named Shura's Godfather.

"I had to find a last minute babysitter." He reminded his friend.

"I wouldn't have called you in if I didn't have to." Kain assured him. "You know it. I want you to spend time with Shura."

"I know." The two walked inside, the people at the front desk nodding at them. The two took the elevator to the top floor, stepping out into Mr. Kita's main office.

"Mr. Tachibana, Mr. Ebara. (1)" Mr. Kita welcomed them. He was a small man, thin. He was also a little paranoid, and the only person from Kain's group of lawyers that he would talk to was Yomi.

"What's going on Mr. Kita?" Yomi asked, sitting down in the chair in front of his desk. Down to business, that was how Yomi worked. The two of them talked for an hour, sorting out what they needed to do, and how to best tackle the law suit that one of his employee's families was serving him with. Yomi took the group of papers he was going to have to take home to work on, stacking them. He opened his brief case, placing them inside.

"What's that?" Mr. Kita asked, eyes falling on the camera. Yomi stopped, eyes closing. He shouldn't have put that in his brief case, not where Mr. Kita could see it.

Yomi made a split decision, pulling the camera out. "It's a camera." He turned it on, flipping it to the viewer, looking at the last picture that he had taken.

It was a picture of Kurama and the kids. Kurama, sitting on the sand at the playground, red hair in a think single braid, bangs framing green eyes, cheeks flushed as she laughed, wearing paint splattered jeans and a gray shirt. In her right arm was Yuriko, black hair in pig tails, green eyes shinning like her mother's, cheeks flushed in a similar way, wearing a pair of jeans and a pink shirt with butterflies on it. Shura was in her left arm, blue eyes peaking out from under to long black bangs, a large smile on his face, one of his front teeth missing, wearing a pair of jean shorts and a blue shirt that didn't come close of the brightness of his eyes.

Yomi smiled fondly at the picture. He turned the camera around, handing it to Mr. Kita to look at. "See. It just has pictures on it." He pushed the back button, going back to the picture of just Kurama, then the one of Kurama tickling Shura, Yuriko on her back, then of the one of just Kurama tickling Shura. Next was the picture of Yuriko and Shura playing in the sand, then two of him, fallowed by the kids feeding the birds. He let Mr. Kita go through all the pictures, sending a silent sorry to Kurama since there were pictures on there that weren't from today.

Yomi took the camera back, allowing Kain to see the picture when he leaned in. Kain recognized his godson straight away; the other two people in the picture were new to him though. "You have a beautiful family." Mr. Kita told him.

"My family?" Yomi repeated. "Oh, no." He shook his head, turning the camera back around. He pointed to Shura. "That's my son Shura. The other two are just family friends; Kurama and her daughter. We were at the park this morning together."

Mr. Kita looked at the picture, then looked back up at Yomi. "I would have sworn that she was your wife and they were your kids. They're still a beautiful group."

"Yes." Yomi looked at the picture again, for the first time realizing what they must look like when they were together. He stood almost 6'1", with clean cut black hair and natural blue eyes. Kurama stood about 5'7", long red hair and large green eyes. Shura was the spitting image of him, a little tall for his age, with black hair and blue eyes. Then there was little Yuriko, a little on the small size, shoulder length black hair and bright green eyes. To an on looker, they must look like an honest, loving family. "I can see why you would think we're a family though."

Mr. Kita nodded.

"She's cute, that red head." Kain told Yomi as they left Mr. Kita's office building. The two were heading to the corner, planning on getting something to drink from the pharmacy there before going on to the parking lot down the street. Yomi glared at him. "Hey, you said that she was just a friend." Kain had always liked red heads.

"You wouldn't be able to handle her." Yomi walked into the pharmacy first, heading towards the back. He stopped at the photo center, nodding once. He approached the machine that gave instant pictures, pulling the camera out of his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Kain asked, stopping with him. "And how do you know that I couldn't handle her?"

"I'm getting a copy of these pictures, it's her camera." Yomi went through, printing two copies of all the park pictures. He had printed a copy for Kurama as well. He separated them, putting a set in each of the envelopes he had pulled off the shelf. "She's too much of a perfectionist for you to like her."

"I'm a perfectionist." Kain reminded him.

"That's why you wouldn't like each other, not the way you are implying wanting to get to know her." Yomi headed on back, getting a tea from the fridge. Kain rolled his eyes, taking a soda. The two went up front, paying. "You two wouldn't be able to stand each other for more than a few hours."

"I guess." He shrugged. "Than again, we both know that's not why. You should just have come out and said 'she's mine, back off'."

"She's not 'mine'." Yomi told him, walking on down the street to where their cars were parked at the parking lot on the next corner. "We're just friends."

Kain stopped, looking at Yomi for a moment. He then smiled, catching back up with his friends and employee. Yomi was in denial.

Yomi was pulling out his phone, pushing buttons. He raised it to his ear, listening. "Kurama? It's Yomi."

"Yomi, is your meeting done?"

"Yes. How's Shura?"

"He's alright. He and Yuriko are playing in her room right now."

"Does he still want to spend the night?"

"As far as I know. He's already got the couch set up."

"Well, I don't see why he can't stay than. Can I get your address; I want to drop your camera off."

"My camera? Thank God. I though I had lost it at the park."

"I ended up taking it home with me on accident."

"That's alright. As long as it's safe. Do you know where the Davison Apartment building is?"

"Yeah, just around the corner from mine." Him and Kain had just reach the parking lot. He handed the guy his ticket, retrieving his keys.

"Great. My apartment number is 328. Alright?"

"Got it, see you soon." He closed his phone, moving over to his car. "Bye Kain. See you later. Try not to call me in; I have Shura till next Friday. You'll have to stop in and see him."

"Alright. See ya later." Kain moved over to his car, shaking his head. Yomi had it bad.

Yomi raised his hand, knocking of Kurama's apartment door. The apartment building was older than his, and he knew that the apartments here were cheaper than his own, since he had looked into this building as well. "One second." Came Kurama's voice. He heard a chain sliding, then Kurama was peaking around the door. "Yomi." She smiled, opening the door further. "I thought you were my neighbor for a second. He finds any excuse to come over here and flirt."

"Sorry to hear that." Yomi told her, stepping into the apartment. He kicked his shoes off, sitting them with hers and the kids against the wall. She smiled, silently thanking him. He shrugged, doing the same at his place after all. Her apartment was clean, though not spotless. It opened into the living room, dinning room, kitchen area. She had a small table, a couch and TV, and in the corner was an easel, a stool and tall table next to it. Yomi walked over, looking at the half finished picture, the paint still wet. It was the ocean, a boat and lighthouse. It was breathtaking, even only half done. "Amazing."

"Thanks." She collected her art supplies, turning towards the kitchen. Yomi reach out, catching her arm. She turned, looking at him with confusion on her face.

"You don't have to stop because I'm here." He walked over to the hall. "I'll go check on them."

"Alright." She sat her supplies back down on the table, sitting on her stool. Yomi walked down the hall, past the bathroom. The door straight down the hall had to be Kurama's room, clean and in perfect order. She had a half bed, a dresser, nightstand, and a bookcase. There were knickknacks though, pictures and keepsakes on the dresser top, the night stand, the bookcase. The room next to it was Yuriko's, her and Shura were on the floor playing with her dolls. Shura didn't even seem embarrassed by it when his father walked in, just giving him a large smile. Yuriko squealed, jumping up, running to him. He lifted her, hugging her, letting his eyes take in the room. A small child's bed sat in the corner, a short bookcase next to it, books on the top shelf, the rest holding containers full of toys. She had a toy box and a dresser, and the entire center of the room was empty, a play mat spread out over it.

"You two having fun?" He sat Yuriko back onto the ground, receiving excited nods. She grabbed his arm, dragging him over to the dresser and the animal cage on it.

"That Nini." She told him. Inside was a small white hamster, about the size of Shura's hand.

"She's very nice." Yomi told her.

"I want one." Shura told him.

"Is that so?" Yomi turned to Shura, raising an eye brow at his son. He had never, to this point, wanted a pet.

"Please dad." Shura told Yomi, coming to stand with them. "A hamster or a puppy."

"We'll think about it." Yomi told him. He wasn't opposed to the idea of a pet, be it a hamster, a puppy, or something else. He would have to make sure that he could have pets in the apartment first.

Shura huffed, turning back to the dolls. "Yuri." She turned, joining him back on the floor.

Yomi smiled, going back down the hall to the main area. "Are they alright?" Kurama turned when he came in, a paint brush in her right hand and a paint tray in her left.

"Yeah. Shura wants a pet though."

"Sorry." She told him. She turned back around, returning to her painting. "I should have warned you. He was amazed by it when I brought him home."

"It's alright. I was thinking about a pet for a while now." Yomi walked up, looking over her shoulder, watching her work. "You care if I raid your kitchen?"

"My kitchen?" Kurama glanced at him, confusion in her eyes.

"I'll make dinner. You just keep working. Think of it as a thank you for watching Shura."

She smiled, nodding. "There's chicken breasts' thawing in the sink. Make whatever you want."

"I can do that." He turned from her, moving to the kitchen. He got right to work making dinner.

"Are you finding everything alright?" She asked. She never looked up from her painting.

"You and I must think alike, because most things are in very similar spots." She laughed, turning to look at him. He smiled back.

"Really?"

"Yes. Really."

"That's amazing." She shook her head, returning to her work. He went back to cooking. The atmosphere was calm, the only sounds was the sizzling of food, soft brush strokes, and the quiet background noise of the children's voices.

I'm going to end it there I think. It just seems like a good stopping point! ^-^ What do you all think of this one?

(1) Yomi is voiced by Masashi Ebara in the Japaness version. I didn't know what last name to give Yomi, and Yomi Ebara sounded neat. I didn't want some kind of cliché name.