He walked along the road, his head down, fixated on the sidewalk in front of him. The glare of the setting sun left the sky a burning pink color, which made his slicked black hair shine. He wore hid casual white tee and pair of faded blue jeans as an ode to his rebellious attitude, he didn't feel like today was any more important than your ordinary day.
From the corners of his eyes he seen ghastly bugs, they were everywhere. They crawled along the streets, on the clothes of the walking pedestrians but they didn't mind. Of course they didn't, they couldn't SEE the insects. Only people with a heightened spiritual awareness could see the pests. Otherwise the calm streets of a Saturday afternoon would be filled with immeasurable panic and chaos.
He couldn't wrap his mind around it, he thought they were done with all of this. He thought the tunnel bridging the living and demon world was shut once and for all. But when Koenma had told him about this outbreak in West City, he knew that this was far from said and done.
His wandering thoughts brought him to the middle of a street, he barely looked up in time to see a car come to a screeching hault just inches away from his body, a livid driver hanging out of his window cursing bloody murder at the teen. He just laughed, he really should be more careful, considering he had already died once in an incident like that. It was irony at its finest. He just laughed the whole situation off and continued his walking.
He had a schedule to keep after all, he was supposed to meet Kurama, Kuwabara and Hiei at some place called "Capsule Corp" or something like that. Koenma had set up the meeting. He had said that the quartet wouldn't be enough for this particular mission. He grinned at this, these new fighters, whoever they were, couldn't have the skill to make THAT much of a difference. He's been around a lot of skilled fighters in his short time as Spirit Detective but none of them really surpassed his group. They always found a way to be the strongest pack of fighters in the room. . "Just more people to save..." he grumbled to himself, shaking his head with his grin still plastered on. Ahead he saw a large, dome shaped, white and yellow building. "That's the place" he thought to himself as he arrived to the front gates and made his way up the lengthy concrete path to the front glass doors.