Okay so its seriously been over two years since I even glanced at this story. And I haven't written a story by myself since then, nor can I remember the last time I watched YYH. So you'll have to bear with me as I make my pathetic attempt to write again, as I used to.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and Maboroshi.
Yusuke stared at Maboroshi for a full minute before he was actually able to respond. "You want to do what?"
Maboroshi sat the steaming brownies on the table, gesturing all around that they were meant to be eaten by the group. Kai and Leeoyasha immediately took up that offer. "I said I want to see the body. Like now. What's the matter, do you're ears not work so well?" The look she gave him dared him to challenge her.
Of course, hot-blooded Yusuke took that challenge. "Why on Earth would we take you, an admitted enemy of Hiei's, to view his body?"
Here Maboroshi paused; it wasn't as if she didn't have an answer, but rather she had one she didn't want to share. She lowered her eyes from Yusuke's face, as if mildly embarrassed by her answer.
"I don't believe he is dead."
Yusuke was only able to sputter unintelligibly at this; Kurama, who had been standing on the stairs behind Kai, took a step forward, his eyes showing doubt and without mistake a little bit of hope. Kuwabara, previously silent, managed to fill the void of noise in the room.
"What do you mean you don't believe he's dead? I've seen the body myself. So has Urameshi, Kurama, Mukuro, Koenma, Botan. I'm sure his body's been examined more then once. We're telling you, lady, the little guy is gone."
Kurama was the only person that moved, his eyes switching from Kuwabara's face to Maboroshi, a small part of him still holding desperately to that hope.
Maboroshi lifted her chin a little, as if still embarrassed but determined to stick with her opinion. "I believe that he is not dead, and will not be convince otherwise until I myself have examined the body."
Yusuke scowled. "Well why should we cater to your wishes anyway? You aren't our boss; if anything, we should be arresting you from all accounts."
Here a small grin crept onto Maboroshi's face. "Because I know more about Hiei then any other living person. Besides, I assume at that woman's home you found little to nothing of his belongings; nothing but the deed?"
Yusuke was forced to nod in defeat, at which the grin grew wider on the woman's face. "Then I am the only person that has anything of Hiei's. You'll need those to track him down."
Yusuke rolled his eyes. "We don't need to track him. You need a hearing aid lady. He's dead, laying in a bed at Murkuro's." The words came out harsher then necessary, and he looked around the room apologetically as fresh tears sprung to Leeooyasha's face and Kurama swallowed hard.
Maboroshi didn't respond, but merely shook her head. "If he is dead, which I severely doubt, then I'm probably the only person that can track his killer."
By now Yusuke was getting pretty tired of all her claims. Mockingly, he repeated her words. "I'm the only one that can find his killer, I'm the only one that can track his body, blah blah blah. Look, we don't need you. Surely, as long as you and the girl were gone Kurama, you found something?"
Kurama frowned a bit, nodding slowly. "A box, in a secret compartment, in Maboroshi's room." He hung his head as if ashamed of having gone there without permission, so he missed the sharp glare that Maboroshi gave Kai.
The brown haired female opened her mouth to apologize, but Maboroshi just shook her head, a dark expression settling across her features. This was obviously not the time to discuss such matters.
Yusuke tapped his foot impatiently. "And what was in the box?"
Kurama looked to Kai and then to Yusuke. "Nothing. Nothing was in the box." Maboroshi smiled triumphantly.
"So you see, you need to take me with you. Very simple, so much so that even your small brain should be able to process it." Yusuke glowered at Kurama and then shrugged his shoulders. "Fine. But don't cause any trouble; Murkuro is already grieving pretty strongly."
A flicker of a shadow passed over Maboroshi's face, though no one saw it; the shift in her mood and the crackling of her aura as it turned darker however, was picked up by Kuwabara.
"Eh, Urameshi?" He whispered. "Shut up moron, we need to hurry up and get this over with. The faster we take Miss Bitchy Boots to Hiei's body, the faster we can get on with our investigation." Kuwabara was going to press on, but the feel of Maboroshi at his back made him quickly shut his mouth again. 'We'll talk once we're out of enemies' territory.' He decided.
Maboroshi, who usually would have picked up on such a thought, was too busy with her own swirling mass of wonder to notice. 'Grieving. The self-serving bitch is grieving now? Oh she has no idea. I'll show her what true grief is…oh she won't know what hit her…'
Mkay, that's the end. I have classes tomorrow (Freshie year in college, OMG!) Lol- I know, I'm a reject- but I kinda feel like writing the next half. Hopefully it didn't suck too much. Reviews? Nice ones? I hate bashers; I got one and I think that's when I started being like "well, maybe its not so worth it".Wow, long rant for the end. Anyway, thanks for reading! =)
