Hey guys I don't own Yuyu hakusho. If I did that would be awesome, but I don't.

The only characters I own are Yumi and Carrie.

Here's some character info though

Yumi:

Age:15

Height: 4'8

School: Meiou High School

Hair color: Pink, likes to keep it in a low braid

Eye color: navy blue

Personality: Kind, generous, and polite, but is terrifying when angry enough

Social status: Daughter of rich company owners

Nickname at school: The gentle beauty, the only one who can keep Carrie from getting upset

Carrie:

Age:15

height: 5'8

School: Meiou High School

Hair color: Blonde, likes to pull it into a high pony tail with a ribbon.

Eye color: Bright blue

Personality: Pushy, foul mouthed, rude mannered tough girl, but is protective of those she cares about.

Social status: Daughter of a famous American pro wrestler.

Nickname at school: The demon beauty, uses violence when mad hence the nickname, only Yumi is able to keep her under control

Also I would like to give credit to InuChimera7410 for the idea about kissing Hiei and the beginning of the next chapter and to thank her for giving me permission to use it.

The sun peeked through the curtains flooding the room and through my eyelids.

After internally arguing with myself I sat up. Still in a drowsy state I turned my head to the alarm clock.

7:30

"Oh my gosh!" I lept out of bed throwing the covers off my body. Reaching for my brush I quickly ran it through the pink tangles and wove the strands into it's normal braid.

After being fully dressed and brushing my teeth, I decended the stairs swiftly, careful not to trip over my own feet. I didnt bother to announce my departure since no one else was here. My parents were on another trip. I didnt bother me as much as you would think, they were the owners of the #1 company in japan after all.

Outside a tall girl with long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, tackled me. "Yumi!" She squeeled.

"Carrie!" I laughed as she squuezed tighter. "You're chocking me."

Carrie and I had been best friends since middle school. She's the typical picture of a delinquent, foul mouth, and a rude mannered tough girl but now that were older she's calmed down a bit.

"You never called me last night what gives?" She feighned a pout but quickly smirked.

"I'm sorry, I guess it slipped my mind." I apologized before my gaze landed to my feet. "You know my mom called last night."

"That's...rare." She decided on looking to the sky akwardly. "What did she have to say."

"Nothing really, just asked if I was doing alright." I explained. "Of course I told her yes, but the conversation took an awkward turn, we just didn't have anything else to say to one another."

"I'm sorry." Carrie shot me a look of pitty." I would say come be part of my family but youd get sick of it real soon." She snickered.

I opened my mouth to argue but a high pitched scream made me jump. I whipped my head successfully finding the source. I smiled shaking my head. It was those girls again, the die hard fans of Suichi minamono. The dream boyfriend of every of practically every girl in this school, besides Carrie and myself of course. I couldn't possibly love someone I'd never had a conversation with and Carrie well...lets just say she isn't into that kind of boy.

"Do they have to do that every morning?" Carrie grummbled glaring daggers in thier direction.

I giggled. "Looks like one of them has photos."

"Ugh this is such a nuisance!" She growled. "Is that Sochi bastard so great!"

"Don't say it like that, they're not doing any harm besides neither of us have exactly met him, he could actually be a nice guy."

The group of girls gasped finally noticing us. "It's the Demon beauty!" The cried running inside.

"What was that?!" Carrie roared stomping her foot." Why don't you come say that to my face!"

I grabbed her shirt and my feet dragged in the dirt behind her as she pulled. It was quite commical given out height difference. "Come on Carrie just let them go, it's not worth it were going to be late!"

She paused letting out a sigh and crossed her arms. "Fine."

I let out my own sigh, relieved. "We should probably go in now."

She placed her hands behind her head and we both walked past the double door entrance. As soon as we stepped inside all conversation stopped and a path was cleared. I tried to keep my head held high, when the usual stares and whispers began. As always Carrie just ignored them, stopping at her homeroom class.

"See ya at lunch." She waved.

I waved back, heading inside my own classroom.

It was a boring rest of the day, with the only eventful thing being lunch with Carrie. I had class duty after school so she went on ahead without me.

Stapling the last of the papers, a graceful feeling washed over me. Closing the classroom door, I trotted down the steps to the first floor.

"Did you see those two today?" An unfamiliar voice asked as I reached to bottom.

I stopped knowing exactly who they were talking about and curiosity got the best of me.

"Yeah I know." Another voice scoffed. "I swear they act like they own the whole freakin school."

"Especially the gentle beauty." Anther snorted. "I heard she only made friends with the Demon beauty to sick her on people. Ugh rich people make me so sick!"

My chest hurt, it felt like someone was reaching in and crushing it. I felt tears prickle out as I clutched the area of pain.

The voices came closer startling me out of my state of depression enough to move my feet. Wiping my face with my sleeve, I ran down the school halls, I didn't care where.

Luck wasn't on my side though becuase when I turned the next corner, I slammed into something hard. My bag busted open, my papers flew everywhere and I was on the verge of falling. I shit my eyes bracing myself for the impact of the floor.

It never came. I slowly lifted my eyes and was met with shimmering green ones.

I had slammed into suichi minamono, meiou high school's very own heart throb. I had never actually been face to face with him before, only seeing him at a quick glance in the hallway before being surrounded by girls. From what I heard he wasn't a very open person, always so vague and mysterious. No could figure him out, he had the kind of calm face that would never crack under preassure. Thats what unnerved me about him.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." I apologized. I had embarrassed myself and he was still holding me so I wouldn't fall. I balanced myself taking a step back. "Thank you." I stuttered blushing from humiliation.

"Your welcome." He smiled kindly. "Yumi Tsukasa I presume?"

I nodded. "And your Suichi Minamono I'm guessing?"

"Darn what gave me away it was the red hair wasn't it?" He joked.

I giggled and he began to help collecting my papers. He wasn't so bad, I had been right you couldn't judge a person until you met them yourself.

"It was nice meeting you, do you need someone to walk you home?" He offered handing me the last paper.

I shook my head. "No I'm alright and thanks again you're very kind, it seems you're reputation proceeds you."

"No I'm really not that great." He laughed. "There's really no need to be so formal."

"Hmm?" I blinked. "What do you mean? This is how I normally speak. Besides aren't you using formal speech as well." I smiled.

"I suppose you're right." He smiled back. "Well Ms. Tsukasa I'll be seeing you around." He walked past me waving with one hand.

...

I walked alone along the long road home. It was warm out but despite the pleasant weather I couldn't help but let my thoughts linger on unpleasant things.

Was that what everyone thought of me. I had my suspicions, but actually hearing it from someone hurt. It was at these times I wished I was like Carrie who could just brush them off.

As I passed through the park the wind shifted, blowing hair in my face. With my free hand I swept the bangs from my eyes to see to a young man in tattered black clothes, laying his back against the only tree in the park. I stood there frozen, my mind trying to register what was in front of me.

I gasped dropping my bag and fell to my knees. I leaned my head against his chest listening. He was still alive but unconscious and his breathing was sharp. Lifting his arm over my shoulder, I hoisted him up. Thank god he was only a little taller. With me only being 4'8 if he'd been normal height he would have easily crushed me.

When I finally reached my house, I was panting. My face twisted once I realized I'd have to get him up the stairs. I'd have to do my best not to hurt him.

I dragged him over each step, slowly making my way up. I almost dropped him twice and it took a long time, especially with his increasing dead weight, but I finally made it to the top. I pulled him all the way towards the end and gently rested him on the wall, where he groaned slightly.

I barged open the door to one of our spare rooms. It glided open and I collapsed with him on the bed. My focus reset entirely on him and nothing else. He had cuts all over him and was bleeding large amounts of blood from his chest. His clothes were tight and bloody- I'd have to remove them.

I didn't have a moment to think. I ran to the bathroom, filling a tub with cold water and ice, rags and all the ointments and medicines I could find.

I fretted back to his side. First, I took one of the rags and dipped it into the freezing water. I wiped his face and folded it, pressing it down softly over his forehead. He was burning up! I had to get the fever down. But before that I needed to treat his wounds. I had to take his shirt off to do it though, and he'd probably be angry when he woke up but I had no choice.

"Sorry." I Whispered tearing his shirt off.

I tried hard to keep from gagging. The gash was deep and oozing. I grabbed another cold rag to clean it. It seemed to be turning yellow and swollen: signs of it already getting infected.

I grabbed bottle of alcohol pouring it over the infected area, trying to ignore the whimpers and hisses being drawn from his twisted yet still sleeping face. Drawing away, I dried it off wrapping him in white gauze. At least now I know he won't bleed to death.

I cupped his face- it was still hot. It must have been the infection. I replaced the drying compress with a fresh one and He shivered. I felt utterly helpless. All I had was a liquid medicine meant for lowering fevers, but what could it do? And how would I be able to give it to him? He wouldn't be able to swallow it unconscious.

I pulled him into sitting position and my heart panged at the look on his face- it was so vulnerable.

Was this all I could do for him? I was certainly no doctor, and there was no use bringing him to a real one. What was I thinking? Who else did I know took complete strangers home, put them in bed, and treated them for nearly fatal wounds? No one, obviously. Except me

How could I have possibly known that I'd be facing this type of situation?

I was looking at his face when I got the idea. No I haven't done everything I can do yet. My face flushed and for the first time I was super thankful that he wasn't awake. If he ever found out what I was about to do... I didn't want to think about it.

I took a deep breath, pouring the medicine onto a spoon. Right now, I promise myself that I will never mention this ever again to anyone. I spooned the medicine into my mouth, but didn't swallow. I leaned over his face pinching his nose.

Ok pull it together! I'm not going to kiss him, I'm just trying to help! I tilted his head back and his mouth parted slightly. It was now or never.

I closed my eyes, too embarrassed to keep them open and my lips touched his. A strange sensation came over me and my hear pounded, and my entire body burned as the medicine passed from my mouth to his.

I pulled away quickly and the feeling dissolved. Except, my cheeks were still hot. After making sure he'd swallowed it all, I laid him back down.

I massaged my temples and felt shaky now that I could relax. He was still asleep but he seemed... different. He was breathing easier and color had returned to his cheeks. I smiled tiredly, relief flooding throughout me. I touched his forehead- he still had a fever, but it was significantly cooler. The medicine having already taken affect.

Though due to my rush to save him, I had not been able to get a good look at his face. And now that I had, I could easily say he was easily the most handsome man I had ever seen.

Despite his height, he was lean, with a muscular build to him. His face was young looking with pitch black hair that stood straight up, and the weirdest thing of all was he had white streaks in his bangs.

I noticed another bandage as well around his forehead. I didn't dare touch it though. I didn't want to wake him so I just settled on starring, my heart drumming against my chest and absent mindedly brushing my lips.