For Love : Chaos

A/N: Have you guys seen the movie Pulp fiction or Kill Bill? This fic is kinda SORTA going to be like that. All the scenes are chopped up and not in chronological order, which is an awesome filming technique, if I may say so myself. But, the plot will stay with YYH, not with the movies. Read and Review!

I

"Father, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

Koenma was pale as he looked at the great Lord Enma, panting with sweat pouring down his face. His Father gave him a cold stare and looked into at the large monitor. The Prince looked at the screen, tears of horror and disgust rolling down his cheeks.

"Oh... Father... it's over... it's all over..."

Enma didn't say a thing, his jaw firm as he watched the screen. His son sank to his knees, his hands shaking as tears continued to leak from his brown eyes. On the screen was a beautiful woman. One long cut ran down her cheek and she stared at the wall, barely blinking. Her chest would raise slowly as she stared and stared, like she was looking for something. Hope.

The Prince walked out and entered a door. Enma watched the screen as his son walked into the room where the girl was. His son approached her, and she actually tore her eyes away from the wall to gaze up at the Prince of Hell. He reached to her, saying something, but she jerked away from his touch, pushing herself against the far wall.

Koenma looked to be in great pain. He was very, very still. He made no attempt to move toward the girl, who was sobbing so hard that her legs were shaking violently even as she was sitting on the ground. Enma was cold. It had to be done. This was the best decision. The woman's cries of anguish were heard and Koenma backed away from her, not able to meet her eyes. This was for the best.

II

Dishes were smashed. Tables were in shambles. Windows were shattered. Everything in the room was destroyed. Yusuke looked around in wonder as Kurama and Kuwabara picked through the pieces, looking for something. Anything.

"What the hell happened here?"

Yusuke touched a flower, which had been crushed by a very powerful fist. Kurama bit his lower lip as he gingerly stepped, trying to avoid the glass that littered the floor. In every small room there was no item left untouched. That was until the three examined the bedroom. There was a picture on top of a white night table, which was in splinters. There was the ferry girl. Botan, smiling brightly. Kurama picked it up, squinting as he looked at it.

"Yusuke, Kuwabara, look here."

The two young men looked at the picture. Yusuke frowned.

"What? It's Botan. That's it."

Kurama shook his head and Kuwabara pointed at a speck, or a blot on the background.

"No, Urameshi! That thing in the background! Is that a person, or just a rock or something?"

The kitsune narrowed his emerald eyes as he studied it.

"It's too blurry to tell. Keep this. It could serve great importance later on."

Kurama slipped the photo and the frame inside his coat pocket and continued to look around. Yusuke stepped into the bathroom, wincing as the broken tiles under his feet cracked. The ex-detective moved some trash that had fallen out of the melted trash can around with his foot. His eyes were drooped until he came across a stick. A thick white stick with one blue dot on it. His eyes widened, his pupils shrinking as he choked slightly.

"G-Guys! Come look at this!"

Kurama and Kuwabara came in as quickly as they could. Kurama looked at the ground where Yusuke's sneakers nudged an item. Kuwabara stared at it dumbly while Kurama let out his breath slowly in a vague acknowledgment of how the situation not only became more worse than it already was, but more complicated.

"It's a pregnancy test." The fox crouched and looked at it, and then looked back up at his two friends. "And it's positive."

A hush fell over the three people. They didn't know what to do. What was there to do? Botan's apartment was in millions of pieces and she was nowhere to be found. The funny thing was, Kurama had come over to visit the ferry girl. Koenma doesn't know about this yet...

Kurama stood slowly and a chill washed over his body. His eyes were steely as his mind was picking apart each and every detail of everything he knew. Botan is gone. Someone destroyed her house, or there was a fight. A deep frown. And she's pregnant.

"Come on. We have to go."

III

Mukuro stood in her empty artillery room. Well, it wasn't entirely empty. Scattered bits of glass and miscellaneous materials littered the floor. Cloth. Glass. Blood.

Hiei, her second in command, had come to her. He was in such a fury that the demon was actually frightened. His eyes were glazed over with rage as saliva dripped off of his fangs. The Koorime was shaking as he spat out that he needed his sword and some armor.

Mukuro didn't object when he didn't even wait for her consent. She didn't want to know what would have happened if she hadn't. I would have probably had to kill him. She narrowed her eyes. Or he would kill me...

The Koorime had taken what he needed, and maybe a few extra things too. His hands were raw if they were not bleeding. His breathing was short, like he had just lost a fight for something of great value or importance. Oh Hiei... what happened to you?

She had asked him that. Before he had left as quickly had came, she got that question in. He stopped, and he looked right at her. When she looked into the eyes of her second in command, she saw something so raw, so passionate, that it consumed his very soul. Like a fire that couldn't be extinguished.

"God is what happened. He took something away from me." He unsheathed his katana. "And I'm going to get it back."

Then he left. He was gone in the flicker of a shadow, the whisper of wind, and the smell of fire. God... what did he mean? God was a belief of the nigens. Nigens did not know of Enma and his son, so it was a mere rumor that fueled the nigens' so called faith. If Enma took something from Hiei, what could he possibly take?

It was not his mother's tear, or his sister's. Both necklaces had hung from his neck, swaying with his movements.

If Enma earned the wrath of Hiei Jaganshi, may the Three Worlds have mercy on his soul.

IV

Ayame was in a darkly lit room. She was in nigen cloths, a sweatshirt with a hood covering her head, hiding her face in the shadows. A lone candle that was flickering on the table was the only source of light.

A large man entered the room and sat down at her booth. She pulled down the hood and spoke in a hushed voice.

"George?"

"Ayame?"

The two beings sat in silence at first. The ogre wrung his hands, trying to not to be too loud or clumsy. Ayame took a sip of water that was in a dirty glass. She was nervous and terrified of what had happened.

"George, what do you know?"

The ogre bit his lip, his giant teeth glistening.

"I know that Koenma had nothing to do with it. He just found out this morning. It was Enma's decision."

Ayame whispered harshly.

"But imprisonment? I hardly think that it's necessary! If they just explained..."

"No! Enma won't. He thinks it's better that she be left in the dark about it."

Ayame was so angry that tears gathered in her eyes.

"Then what are they going to do when it is born? What are they going to do? Kill it? Keep it and refuse to let her raise her own child?"

George hushed her, putting a finger to his lips and glaring at her.

"I don't know! I don't know what they plan to do with the child! I don't even understand the whole thing myself!" He searched the eyes of the Rekai girl. "You know Koenma, I mean, really know him. You're his wife, doesn't he tell you anything?"

"Of course he does! It's just that... well... he doesn't know everything either."

"What?"

"Her child, he doesn't know who the father is. Enma does, but he won't tell his son."

A look of a grave understanding engulfed the ogre's features.

"But... but... the father would have to be powerful... and not a nigen or spirit being."

"He'd have to be a demon, I know."

The two sat in a tense silence.

"What are we going to do? I can't stand to see her like that. She's my best friend!"

"My best friend too!" Ayame paused. "W-We can't do anything for a while." Her eyes met his. "No one can know that we met, okay?"

The ogre stood up.

"Of course."

He left the Rekai girl alone. She shivered in the dark, feeling cold and alone. Just what has overtaken Rekai?

V

A pounding headache annoyed the woman held in captivity. Her face was puffy and red from her crying. She stared at the wall. I-I don't understand... w-why would Enma d-do this to me? Her chest heaved and she started to lose control of her breathing.

I-I didn't do anything wrong!

"Let me out! Please! I'll do anything! Please let me out!" Botan had stood, but only to sink back to the floor, curling up into a ball. "I-I want to go home. I want to go... home..."

VI

A/N: Remember, this story is out of order! It's awesome! Okay, okay, calm yourself mia, it's all good. Review please! Please, please tell me what you think!