I found this on my computer and added some clarification. Figured that it wouldn't hurt to post it. I'm aware that this chapter may not present much information (and by the way, Yuumei Sendo is the default name I use for my OC, I just like the name .), but I hope you enjoy it. I'll accept ideas (not much of this is planned out really...)...Thanks for reading ahead of time.

Disclaimer is valid for all chapters: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, I do not know everything about it (not against being corrected).

- YSendo

The rain poured against the windows in thick sheets, creating large, faded shadows on the walls. Hiei sat on the window seat, his arm carelessly resting on his upraised knee. The storm reflected in his crimson eyes as he watched it rage outside. Kurama, Yusuke, Kuwabara, and the girls were all deep in slumber at this time of night. An eerie silence filled the four bedroom apartment, broken only by the thunder outside and the irregular snoring of the human buffoon sleeping nearby. Hiei closed his eyes and rested his head on the cold glass. His warm breath created a haze on the glass that grew with each breath he released. He relaxed a bit. Everyone was asleep. Or so he thought.

Yukina's soft footsteps stopped at the doorway to the kitchen. She watched Hiei carefully. "You should sleep," she said worryingly, walking towards him.

Hiei's eyes shot open and he looked up as the ice maiden came closer. "I'm not tired," he muttered.

Yukina stood in front of him, searching his eyes. "Tomorrow will not be an easy fight, you need to rest."

Hiei shook his head and looked out the window again. "No, you sleep."

Hiei jumped as he felt Yukina's hand on his forehead. It was a gentle touch; she tried not to irritate his sensitive Jagan Eye. She said, "You don't have a fever."

Hiei's eyes softened slightly and he mumbled as she took her hand away, "I'm fine. You should sleep." He motioned with his propped up hand in the general direction of her face. "You look exhausted."

Yukina was about to protest, but she closed her mouth to stifle a yawn. Hiei's lips curled upwards in a smug fashion. Yukina blinked. "I'll go to bed. But promise me you'll get some sleep."

Hiei nodded and watched her leave. He rested his head on the glass again and closed his eyes. He forced himself into a light slumber as the storm reached its peak behind the walls of the building. He had a feeling that he'd need the energy.

Meanwhile, Koenma drank another coffee as he sat in the modern living room sorting through papers and mumbling curses under his breath. Yuumei laid spread out on the sofa opposite him, her light brown hair hanging over the side. She eyed the three stacks of paper neatly settled on the table warily. Her olive green eyes caught on a picture sticking out of one of the folders and she reached for it saying, "So, you need me to toughen these guys?"

"Yes," replied Koenma briskly as he grabbed another form and scanned the contents. "You are the only one that can probably do this. You have the patience of a saint."

"Only sometimes," mumbled Yuumei distastefully. She looked up at the teenage version of the ruler of Spirit World and silently cursed the gods that she got involved with the arrogant twit. She glanced back at the photo of the spirit detectives. It was taken after the Dark Tournament, according to the writing on the back. She scanned the faces wearily. "I don't feel too confident about this."

"You might not have the skills to fight them, but you have the knowledge to aid them," Koenma said happily.

"Don't you need the skills though?" Yuumei asked carefully. She sensed a catch that was carefully hidden somewhere among these words.

Koenma's shoulders slumped. He said slowly, blushing, "Well, I did appoint a powerful assassin of mine to help train them..."

"And?" asked Yuumei with a raised brow.

"Let's just say, she and Hiei did not mix well."

"Where is she now?"

"Her ashes have been spread according to her wishes."

"Oh." Yuumei sat up and glanced quickly at the clock on the wall. It was two o'clock in the morning.

"Yes, Hiei went a bit overboard," Koenma concluded with a small, shy smile. "That's why we need you."

"And what makes you think I'll get out of this alive?" Yuumei questioned as she put down the photo.

"You and Hiei will get along great!" Koenma replied cheerfully. He yanked a paper and shouted in joy, "Found it! Now, just sign here..."

She wondered whether the freedom from constant Spirit World surveillance was worth the trouble of actually signing a contract with the ruler. She heard of the spirit detectives and some of their accomplishments and temperaments. However, she really had little choice. Yuumei picked up the pen and as she wrote her name on the dotted line, she felt an overwhelming feeling of doom rise over her.