Title: The Hacker-Thieves
Author: Tsubasa Kya
Disclaimer: I own very little. Crossover with Inuyasha.

Chapter Two: Lefeber Tracked

He never thought he would wake up in a ditch with a splitting headache the night after their stakeout at The Club. He didn't usually drink so much that he woke up in a ditch either, although it wasn't unusual. Back when he and his friends were in high school and sneaking into The Club with fake IDs, Hiei had the tendency to get bored and just drink. In the morning, he'd find himself in a ditch somewhere.

But then he had learned to regulate how much he drank. So it had been a long time since this happened. He slowly sat up, holding his head. He pulled away crusty, dried blood, and guessed he must have gotten into some sort of fight with a local. That, also, wasn't uncommon. He hated a lot of people, and a lot of people hated him.

It was still the early morning, and he found himself just a few blocks from his house. He got to his feet, sluggishly treading to his home. He kept feeling like eyes were watching him, but to use his Jagan and find the follower would be useless. As hung over as he was, he would only cause himself damage.

He fumbled in his pocket for his house keys, pulling them out and unlocking the front door. According to his watch, it was a little after five AM, so Yukina would be home by then. Still, he was too much of her big brother to just assume she would be there. He made his way up the stairs and opened her bedroom door.

She was there, sleeping in her blue silk. He thought he'd told her to get rid of that skimpy thing. Still, right now, his head hurt too much to wake her and start an argument. He walked over to the bed pulling the sheet over her at least. That was better than allowing her to show her long, slender body to the empty confines of her room. Her room was as good as a freezer. Probably better than his; he'd been told that his room got hotter than the dessert in the daytime while he slept.

He made it to his room finally and collapsed on his bed.

Halfway through the day when the sun was high in the sky and lit bright enough to make his hung over eyes scream, his phone decided to ring. Or someone decided to call him. He grabbed his alarm clock and threw it at his phone, but missed horribly. His only other option was to get up and get the phone himself. Yukina would've probably gotten it, but she had school.

Dang. He pulled himself wearily toward the phone, answering it. "Hn." He said in greeting. Whoever called at such a time simply didn't deserve more from him. Too bad he broke his clock, because it would've told him the time and cast doubt into his mind as to whether or not he should be in bed still.

"Hey, where are you Shrimp?" It was Yusuke. "We agreed to meet today at eleven, and you're not even here! And why didn't you answer your cell phone?" Oh, that was right. Yusuke got annoyed when he couldn't get ahold of him. It probably never did help that Hiei lost the cell phone almost twice a week. About the only thing he kept track of and never lost was his sister and his sword.

"We were meeting somewhere?" Hiei asked. His question evoked a strangled cry of frustration from his friend. He looked at himself. He needed a shower. There was dirt all over him, from his 'nap' in the ditch. The phone on the other end seemed to switch hands, because Kurama was on next.

"Hiei, forget the meeting"—there was a second frustrated cry, this one in Kurama's direction, from Yusuke—"but tell me why you left The Club early last night."

Hiei thought about the events last night, and remembered the girl in the prom dress. She'd pulled him through a door behind some speakers. Everything was fuzzy after that, but he remembered her declaration. So why did he lose her? "Koenma's hacker is a girl, I think." He said to Kurama. "She…" he stopped when he realized he couldn't really say much else about her.

"She what, Hiei?" Kurama asked. "Did you make contact with her?"

"She came to me, specifically." Why? Why did she need him? "Look, I'm pretty hung over right now. She wore a prom dress yesterday, bright red one, and had pink eyes and black hair. Other than that, everything's fuzzy." He didn't remember where she went after they walked through the door. She was scared though.

"Why you?" Kurama asked.

"I'm trying to figure that out myself. I gotta go." He didn't wait for a response; he hung the phone up. Bad enough he had to crush his pride to say as much as he had. Had he really gotten that drunk?

He heard a phone ringing. It wasn't his normal cell phone ringer, nor was it the house phone ringer. He searched around for it. It wouldn't be Yukina's ringer, because she had some stupid song as a ringer. He pulled it out of a drawer next to his bed and looked strangely at it. "What?" he asked nothing in particular. How did it get there? The sleek, stylish phone was not his regular one.

He opened it and said, "Hello?" Maybe he had confiscated it from one of his sister's boyfriends and just forgot about it? Probably not, but it was a possibility. He did have many thoughts about stealing and breaking the last boyfriend's phone, because he was always on it and never paid attention to Yukina.

"Is this Hiei Lefeber?" the voice on the other end of the line was being spoken through a voice scrambler of some sort, so he couldn't tell if it was male or female. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rising though. Kuwabara had a voice scrambler in high school-until Hiei broke it-that scrambled the sound of his voice so it was impossible to tell Kuwabara was even talking.

He gulped. "Yes, this is," he was nervous, but he didn't allow himself to display it. He had more reserve than that. Even when he had a killer migraine and when he felt like vomiting up last night's multiple beers. "Who is this?"

"You may call me Black. I want you to know, I'm monitoring every move you make..." He began looking around instantly and that was when he noticed the little mirror on the wall that he didn't put there. It was about a half-foot round and extraordinarily plain. It wasn't something that Yukina would put up, since she never came into his room. "Oh, and I wouldn't break the mirror. Void doesn't like that."

"Who are you!" he demanded, but still recieved no answer. It was quite disturbing to recieve a call from a phone he'd never seen before in his life. He was sure it wasn't Yukina's last boyfriend's phone. He was almost positive he successfully managed to resist the urge to break the phone.

"Now, now, Sweets," the person laughed. From the pet name, Hiei guessed it was a woman. Men just didn't give pet names, unless they were gay. He shuddered. In that case, he would rather it was a girl. He didn't do well with gay people. He would rather be stabbed seventy times and have the blade twisted every time than be in a room for any amount of time with a gay man.

"Who are you." he demanded once more, but he was sure he would get nothing. "What do you want from me?"

"Well, Sweets, I'm Black, the one and only hacker who so pissed Koenma Jinshi off by stealing from him. Really, it's his own fault, but anyway, I'm not calling to talk about me, I'm calling to talk about you." It was strange listening to this crazy person talk in the non-descript scrambled voice.

"You're the one I met at the club?" he asked.

"Well, no. Actually that was Windy, a good friend of mine. I don't know if you remember, but Big Sis was there too. She's," there was a brief pause, and he realized he'd gotten the girl (as there was no way this was a man) off track. "Oh, I get it. You're trying to trick me into telling more than I want. Well, good for you. Anyway, there's a tracking bug implanted in you now, so don't try running! Nah, uh, I wouldn't like that, Sweets."

"What the hell did you want from me?" he demanded again.

"Turn toward the mirror, Sweets, and you'll see." He looked at the mirror and nearly dropped the phone in shock. It showed Yukina, sitting in a classroom. He walked up to the mirror, a petrified lump forming in his throat. Carefully, meticulously he lifted the phone to his ear.

"What do you want?" All form of demand had disappeared from him. Someone was following his sister, and that someone was connected to the hacker who stole from Koenma. Not even for his job, or his life would he put her in danger.

"For now, I simply want you to keep the phone with you, and she'll stay safe. I wouldn't recommend testing your limits with me, because you have none. If the phone rings, answer it; it'll be me. Don't bother trying to trace it either. I'm a hacker, remember? You'll never pin me!" There was a click on the other end of the line and he realized that he'd been hung up on.

He stared at the mirror. Yukina was still in it, and she was wearing a shirt identical to yesterday's. Somehow burning the shirt slipped from his mind. Now, he wanted to grab her and tie her on a rope that attached to his wrist, never letting her leave his sight. But somehow he got the feeling that if he did something like that, this girl, Black, his new Cell-Buddy... she'd probably notice, wouldn't she? There would be a retaliation, wouldn't there?

Wow it's been a while. I hardly believe it myself. Truly these type of stories are hard. They take a lot of effort and it's nothing to be taken lightly. PS. No blonde bumpkins yet.