Ok, this is written by both me and my good friend, Cordiers-Smith. This is set before the Spirit Beasts, but after Genkai's training.

Disclaimer: We don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, just Denji and Cordiers

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Denji slung her bag over one shoulder and pulled her other suitcase behind her. She had just arrived in the Tokyo Airport and was looking for the family she was to stay with. Denji kept her senses stretched out, always alert for THEM. She knew THEY were here somewhere. Some one bumped into Denji and she cursed in Makai and shoved the person back. She wound her way through the crowd until she saw a guy about her own age, standing there looking bored.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Yusuke Urameshi." she said. He nodded.

"That's me, but I was waiting for a guy. Who are you?" Yusuke cocked his head, hands in his jeans. Denji frowned.

"I'm Denji Shamen. I'm an exchange student. I was told to meet Yusuke Urameshi at the airport, since I am staying with his family. Here, let me get the papers." Denji rummaged around in her bag, pulling out a stack of papers. She handed them to Yusuke, who studied them. He groaned and shook his head.

"Oh, Crap, mom!!" he muttered. "Messed up again didn't you, well whatever." He looked up at Denji.

"Yeah, ok. Let's wait for the other guy then I'll take you home, I guess." Denji sighed and sat down in a chair to wait.

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Cordiers stopped at the top of the ramp that led down the side of the plane, Tokyo was a lot like L.A. Tall buildings and busy people. He started moving again as the people behind him elbowed to get past, he pulled of his sunglasses and pushed them into the pocket of his blue collared tee-shirt. He grabbed his bag from the round-a-bout and went his merry way, trying to find one 'Yusuke Urameshi' some kid about his own age.

"Oh no problem," he muttered to himself, "bout as easy as finding a needle in a haystack." His father's...his real father's lighter jingled against the change in his pocket.

His eyes strained against the blazing morning sun, he almost pulled the sunglasses out of his pocket again, as he reached down to grab them he noticed a boy about his age standing next to a girl about his own age looking extremely bored. He approached them cautiously.

"You must be Yusuke Urameshi."

"How'd you guess?" Asked the boy.

"Cause the note said you'd look like a lousy degenerate."

Denji narrowed her eyes at the newcomer. He had the faint stench of one of THEM. He was probably a half-breed and didn't know it. Otherwise he would be studying her.

"And you are?" Yusuke asked, impatient.

"Cordiers Smith, don't ask about the name, the seventies were psychedelic and my parents were psychedelic people." He grinned sheepishly. Yusuke looked at him wierdly. "Ok..."

"Can we get out of here, please?" Denji asked, sharply. "This place is giving me a headache." Yusuke shrugged and led them outside to a cab.

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Cordiers pulled his bag out of the back of the taxi, he tilted down his shades and surveyed the Urameshi's house.

"What?" asked Yusuke, "You got a problem living in an apartment?" Cordiers grinned.

"Yusuke, I live in L.A. if you live in anything bigger than this your a friggin millionaire, or you stole it!" Yusuke chuckled.

"What about you?" He gestured towards Denji. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head. Yusuke burst through the front door.

"I'm back mom, drunk again?" A slurred voice sounded from the living room

"Thatsss noo way to taalk to yoor mother Yusuke."

"Yeah I thought so, Denji, you can sleep in here," he gestured towards a small bedroom, "Your going to have to bunk with me punk."

"That suits me, just don't bother me in the morning, that is unless you want a black eye and several broken bones."

"Yeah whatever," he replied, "I wouldn't count on that though, you might find me more than you bargained for. Are you going to be ok Denji?" She nodded and dragged her suitcase over to the bedroom.

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Cordiers threw his suitcase onto the floor and let a huge yawn escape.

"What's up with you?" Asked Yusuke, "it's only like the middle of the day."

"Dude, it's like three in the morning back where I'm from!"

"Yeah, whatever."

Denji listened as the two boys walked away. She closed her door and looked around her new home. It was a small room, but that didn't bother Denji. She started unpacking, putting her Clan things in their places first. Clothes and personal items weren't important. The picture of her family went on the nightstand. She paused with a hand on the photo before turning away. Her katana went under her mattress, where she could easily grab it, if needed. Other items were hidden about the room. Then she went to find the boys.

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Cordiers finished throwing his cloths onto the floor.

"There, looks just like home!" Yusuke smirked.

"Your an odd one." Cordiers returned the smirk.

"That way I don't have to trouble with being normal." Yusuke shook his head and tried to keep the grin off his face.

"We should probably see how Denji is settling i...What are you doing?" Yusuke asked in surprise. Cordiers was standing in a defensive stance, his arms were at chest level, his fists facing forward.

"I'm practicing martial arts, is that a problem?" Cordiers asked.

"What, right now?" Cordiers turned his head to look at Yusuke.

"Can you suggest a better time?" he responded. Yusuke shrugged.

"No I guess not."

"So, you know some martial arts..." said a voice from the doorway. Denji stood there, arms across her chest, leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes were dark, darker than they had been earlier. "I'll have to remember that." Cordiers stopped.

"Yes, Tae Kwon Do, 'to kick punch and block' I've taken it for five years, you have to have some way to defend yourself where I live. Be it knives, guns, or just your own fists." He resumed. Denji watched for a few moments, not moving. Then she shook her head.

"What?" Cordiers asked sharply. Denji sighed.

"Nothing. But the way you just did that move is very sloppy. How do you ever expect to survive?" Cordiers didn't even looked towards Denji.

"Even though I'm sloppy, my hits are just as hard. Martial art is...art, it can flow and sweep, or it can be stiff and regulated, in a fight there is no time to be uniform. You must think on your feet, there are those who precisely measure out their moves, and then there are those, like myself, who find that an utter waste of time." He looked at her sharply, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

"There's a difference between not measuring your movements and sloppy. You're moving your foot out too far, so any attack you do after that will more than likely be off balance." she said, coolly. He noted her criticism, she was right, but it would never do to let her know.

"And yet even imbalance may be an advantage, a wise enemy would perceive what you have, he would know that I was off balance, but I am not so stupid as not to know how to turn that around." Denji raised an eyebrow at his logic, but said nothing. She saw Yusuke leaning against the wall, watching them. Denji addressed him.

"Since Tough Guy here doesn't want help, I'm going to go introduce myself to your mother." Yusuke winced.

"Ok, if you want to, but I can guarantee that it won't be fun." Denji shrugged.

"I wasn't thinking it would be fun." She left.

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