Thanks for the reviews, everyone. Now on to chapter five! Aren't you just so excited? I am! Yay!

Sorry. Sugar-high.

I don't own YYH or Your Horrorscope for Today. No, sir, I do not.

And... everyone was wrong... again...

So, if nobody has anything to do, when you're done reading this, can you go read and review "Like a Red Rubber Ball"? Please? I just finished editing it a little...

Anyways... ah... I'm shutting up now. Here's chapter five of "Your Horrorscope for Today". Review, please. This one's dedicated to all the Virgos... but namely Bella Swan.

Virgo–

"Expect a big surprise today... when you wind up with your head impaled upon a stick."

What had drawn Hiei was the fire.

Fire had its own aura; it was a living, breathing thing. It was alive. Fire had feelings, too – feelings only he seemed to be aware of. The others weren't aware of the subtle changes in a fire's aura that revealed its mood.

He was sensitive to the aura of fire, like the Fox, Kurama, was sensitive to the aura of plants.

Hiei went toward the flames, knowing the fire was in the general location of the temple. Was Yukina all right? Was she in danger? He needed to know.

And he was curious. He wanted to see this fire. It had sprung up so suddenly, came from nowhere. And it was angry.

He arrived at the temple and climbed through the window with the smoke pouring out of it. The fire was obviously in there. Genkai screamed her last scream just before he climbed through.

So it was the old woman's room. At least Yukina wasn't in any danger.

She was strapped to her bed. She was no longer screaming, so he knew it was too late for her. But were those... vines... holding her down?

His eyes narrowed. So it was Kurama who was responsible for the murders the others had tried to blame on him.

Then the door opened.

"Hiei? What are you doing?"

He stared at her for a moment, knowing what this must look like. He remembered when he had been questioned earlier, she was quiet. She didn't want to believe it was him, and he could tell.

But she would now.

She didn't know he was her brother, but she looked up to him all the same. He felt her pain like it was his – he felt how disappointed she was.

He left. Probably not the best choice, he realized later; that would make her look even more guilty. But there was nothing he could say, nothing he could do, to convince her that it wasn't him.

So the only chance he would have to clear his name would be to catch Kurama in the act.

- -

The fire finally burned itself out, when it had nothing left to burn. It had stayed in Genkai's room, not spreading to the rest of the temple – Hiei had had something to do with that, no doubt.

The temple had no phone, but Yukina had never used one, anyway. She had never had the need to. And she was too afraid to leave the temple – even with a charred, dead body in just the other room, she felt safer inside than out.

So no one else knew about Genkai's death until they showed up for their meeting.

The girl was asleep when they came in. Scattered on the floor all around her were fine jewels – jewels that had once been tears.

"Yukina?" Yusuke called.

She raised her head sleepily, and blinked. After a few seconds, when she was more awake and recognized them all, she started crying again. "It's terrible," she sobbed. "Genkai is... is..."

Through her sobs, Yukina managed to tell them what had happened last night. She was hard to understand, sometimes, but the others were patient with her.

Hiei came in toward the end of her tale. The sight of him made the distraught girl cry even harder. The others all turned to face Hiei.

"It wasn't me," he said.

"Oh, sure, Hiei. The cheese fairies made you do it," Kari snarled at him through her own tears. "Honestly. Yukina saw you in there, Hiei."

"It was that precious mate of yours, bitch!" Hiei screamed at her now. He had never had much patience for her, and he was not in a good mood. He jabbed his finger at Kurama.

"Hiei, this whole time, Kurama's been defending you," Keiko said now. "What a way to repay him."

"A witness is pretty substantial evidence, Hiei," Kurama added. "But perhaps we should search the room."

Everyone stared blankly at Kurama. No one had thought of that, even though it seemed so obvious.

So Kurama led the way to Genkai's room. He walked in, careful not to disturb as little as possible. He walked over to the bed and saw that all his restraints had burned, as he had meant them to. The body and restraints were one big pile of ashes.

The others piled in behind him, dead silent. They didn't look around at the room; they watched Kurama as he went around, looking at the room.

His eyes settled on the match. For some reason, it hadn't burned.

He held it up for the others to see. "What would Hiei need with a match? He's a fire apparition."

"He wanted to cover his tracks?" Kaitou suggested.

"I'm telling you for the last time, it was the Fox!"

Shizuru walked closer to Hiei, intent on strangling him. "I know you killed him! You never liked Kazuma!"

"It was–" Hiei began again, but he was cut off as Kari threw a surprise punch at him and hit him in the mouth. He staggered backwards, so the Spirit Gun blast Yusuke had aimed at his head just missed.

Kari took another step forward, preparing another swing, but Kurama held her back. "Kari-chan. Let's not jump to conclusions. We can't prove it was–"

She turned to glare at her brother. "How much more proof do we need? Yukina saw him here, and only this room burned."

"Yes, but this match..." He held it up again. "This match says it was someone else."

"I don't think so," she argued.

And everyone else (besides Hiei) nodded and murmured in agreement.

- -

There was one thing he could do that not even he could doubt. If he killed someone with Hiei's katana, that would be all the proof they needed.

He wanted to kill Hiei now, but he knew that would be a mistake. Hiei knew it was him, so it was dangerous to keep him around. But if he killed him now, then it would raise suspicion.

I guess it wasn't Hiei. That's what they would say. So who is it?

Wait, didn't Hiei say it was Kurama...?

No, he'd blame Hiei for one more victim. Then, if things went like he hoped, they'd forget all about Hiei's accusation.

Kurama knew that Hiei would never – never – part with his katana willingly. So he'd have to steal it. The only problem with that was that Hiei was probably the world's lightest sleeper.

Good thing he was the world's greatest thief.

- -

He couldn't believe how easy that had been.

It wasn't the stealing he had been worried about – he was confident in his ability. But he had thought that his approach would wake Hiei. If not his footsteps, then his aura, coming closer and closer. Hiei knew that it was him, after all.

Neither woke Hiei. The small fire-koorime kept sleeping.

Kurama sat in a tree now, a cloth in his lap. The katana was atop it. He was waiting, waiting for a good time to strike. Her curtains were shut, but her lights were on. He could see her sitting in her room.

He wondered how this would feel. This would be the first human death that he hadn't... cheated... on. And he knew she would be waiting for him. She knew he was coming.

She'd been waiting for him to return since the day he'd killed her brother.

- -

Shizuru was sitting on her bed, smoking a cigarette. She had her curtains drawn, since the killer seemed to like going through windows. Like Hiei. Hiei liked going through windows.

She dropped her cigarette on the floor, then bent down and picked up the edge of her rug. She kicked the cigarette butt under the rug and ground it into the floor. She dropped the edge of the rug and straightened up. Snapping off her light, she walked down the hall into the bathroom.

She was studying herself in the mirror when she heard a noise. Her heart rate picked up. It was a muted thump, a lot like the sound of someone coming in through a window.

Hiei. He'd come for her.

She smirked. About time. She needed to pay him back for killing Kazuma.

She wondered if she could kill Hiei with a blow to the head, like how he'd killed her brother. Well, she had nothing to lose, really. It was die quietly or die fighting. She grabbed her hairdryer.

- -

Kurama slipped into Shizuru's room as soon as he was sure she'd gone. He moved over to the wall next to her bedroom door, gripping the katana firmly through the cloth.

She opened the door.

He reacted before she had the time to. He decapitated her. Her lifeless head and body fell to the floor, along with something else... something that made a clunk.

Curious, he bent down to take a look. It was a... hairdryer? What had she been about to do with that?

Not that it really mattered.

Carefully, using the cloth, he picked up her bodiless head and stuck it on the edge of the katana. Then he threw it down on the bed, where her parents could discover it in the morning.

- Kuramastrass -