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Number: Genetically Engineered Experiment 193

Alias: Artemis

Age: Has the appearance of a twenty year old, after being inside a growth chamber for six years.

D.O.C. (Date of Creation): April 19, 2001 11:08 A.M.

Gender: Female

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 135 lbs.

Hair Color: Straight white hair with bangs that falls to just beneath her shoulder blades. Number 193 always has her hair down with it pulled into two small pigtails.

Eye Color: Red

Background information: After many years of failed experiments and millions of dollars later, the most advanced scientific team in all three worlds was able to create to elite fighters from the strongest fighters in all the worlds. Being fully biological creatures, numbers 192 and 193 were placed into a generation tube, which acted as a growth medium for the two small masses of genomes.

Upon their emergence in the early summer of 2007, Number 192, who had experienced the best care the doctors could give him was released and allowed to go into the Makai, as a spy for the Rekai. His sister, was not so lucky. She, unlike her brother, had been completely shut off from the rest of the world and had images of every battle style known to demons forced to play everyday in her head. She did not speak upon emergence from her pod, but rather destroyed the pod and turned on the doctors, killing the very people who had worked so hard to bring her to life. After being restrained by the Spirit Detective Force, she was brought before Lord Koenma, prince of the spirit world. With a little help from his father, he was able to control the young girl and use her as an assassin.

Number 193 was unable to speak or function as any normal twenty year old would. Her crimson eyes were always flat, never showing any type of emotion. However, it was determined that she did have to mind to learn how to speak, and act as normal human would. However, Koenma was convinced by some of the counterparts that had survived the attack she led on them that she was the ultimate weapon. One who did not question orders or think for herself. She was, what they called "the Perfect Killing Machine". It was explained to him later than the scientists actually planned for the girl to emerge this way. She was placed in a tube of complete isolation during her growth hoping to force her to think nothing of the kill.

Lord Koenma was a little disturbed by this notion at first, but with a little more convincing from the scientist, Koenma allowed them to send her on her first mission. An assassination of a demon who had been charged responsible for the death of hundreds of demons in the Makai. Koenma sighed as the girl dawned her specially designed battle armor, and he watched he disappear into the night, under the light of the full moon. It was a few short hours later that the girl once again appeared in Koenma's office once again, dragging the mutilated corpse of a demon in her stead. She simply tossed the demon onto Koenma's desk and stood there, staring at her. When he went to touch her, she moved to slice the Prince's head off, her eyes sparking at the thought of battle. She was restrained and held in a prison cell in the Rekai.

The prince held extreme pity for the girl who was locked away in the prison cell beneath the Rekai and with a little help from his father, he was able to control the young girl and use her as an assassin. He gave the girl the code name of Artemis, the Greek goddess of the moon and the hunt, for she struck on every mission in the sight of the full moon. He began trying to teach Artemis to speak and act as a normal human would, hoping that she would be able to join her brother in the Makai to help he regain some of the control he lost after the death of Mukuro. He had hoped that joining her brother would be the thing that would calm her constant bloodlust. However, this lesson was met with great resistance and Koenma had no choice but to lock the girl in a nonresponsive state in the pit of the spirit world.

"Koenma, sir!" The large blue ogre, George, screamed to his master, as he burst through the large wooden doors, his nails scraping deep gashes into the marble floor as he tried to come to an abrupt halt.

"What is it ogre?" The prince, now in toddler form hissed irritably as he placed one final stamp on the paper in front of him before pushing the file of the assassin killed away from him, narrowing his chocolate colored eyes at his assistant.

"Sir, there's been a break in security." George whispered almost inaudibly, poking his two index fingers together, afraid of the uproar that would surely follow.

"WHAT?" Koenma roared, hopping from his large leather chair and turning into his teenage form, "WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT EARLIER!" he roared once more, charging the blue ogre and lifting him high into the air, "WHERE WAS THE BREAK?"

"Section B-15," George whimpered, struggling to get free of his master's grasp, "Cell 193." He whimpered even more softly this time, Koenma's nails tearing shallow gashes into his skin the more he struggled.

"That's the experiment's holding cell is it not?" Koenma asked, his tone immediately becoming calm once more, releasing his large blue assistant, who bounced when he hit the floor.

"Yes sir," George whimpered again trying to remain pleasant , as he rubbed his now throbbing rear, using Koenma's desk to pull himself from the cold, marble floor.

"Why didn't you just say that from the beginning?" The prince asked quickly, as he sat once more behind his large wooden desk, pulling the piles of paperwork back in front of him. "193 can handle herself, if anyone tried to remove her from her hibernation chamber, she would have immediately awakened and killed them on sight." He said quickly to his assistant, as he placed his large red seal on the top of every paper, before moving onto the next one.

"Sir, she's been taken." George said quietly, silently cursing Botan and the other assistants for making him be the bearer of bad news.

"WHAT?" Koenma shouted, leaping from his chair, causing it to topple over as he made a made dash out of his office and towards the prison cells, running past the many saluting guards who worked for him as he went.

"The doctors said that something had been injected into the fluids, which caused her body to retain the state while she was moved." George panted, clinging to his master's cloak desperately, hoping that would keep the young prince from running off and leaving him again.

"And they are sure she is no where on the premises?" Koenma asked, skidding into the now open cell. Seeing the destruction before him was enough to convince him that George was telling the truth. The tank where 193 had been kept safe for so long was totally shattered, the many pieces of it's glass door scattered all over the floor. He stepped cautiously over the puddles of light blue fluids as he made his way over to the chief investigator.

"No sir," The investigator answered Koenma's question with a polite bow and a salute. "We've had teams search the entire premises and there is no sign of number 193 or her captors." He reported, as he continued taking notes of the scene on the small pamphlet he held in his hand.

"We have to find her, Captain," Koenma spoke firmly, causing the leader of the group to take on a an immediate attention stance as Koenma paced around him. "I want the best of your men on this case, hell, I want the best men you can find on this. We can't afford for 193 to get out into the public. I shouldn't have to tell you what will happen if she does."

"Sir!" The captain answered, taking a salute pose once more.

"Good, dismissed." Koenma said watching the Captain run from the room before bending over to pick up a strand of long silver hair that had been left behind in the floor, "Take this to the lab, perhaps they can use it to get a lock on her energy signal." He addressed a female investigator this time, handing the hair over to her.

"YES SIR!" She shouted nervously as she quickly placed the long hair in a plastic bag before running from the room, her knee high black boots squealing on the floor as she went.

"Ogre, let's go," Koenma said, all the color draining from his face, "I think, it's time to go see my father about this." Koenma felt his stomach cutting flips as he and his assistant made their way down the long corridor to his father's enormous chambers.

'He is going to kill me this time…' Koenma told himself mentally as he lifted his hand and placed a gentle knock on the large, ornate door.

Meanwhile

"Sir," a raspy voice called through the shadows of the dank hideaway of the newly reformed Black-Black club, "Master Susamajii" the man called again, trembling under the weight of the girl who was slung over his shoulder, her longer silver hair making its way into his mouth almost every time he opened it. "The girl is here as you requested, sir!" He spat, expelling more of her silver locks from his mouth

"Excellent work Hiroku, you may place her there," the much older man said calmly to his younger counterpart, emerging from the shadows finally. He cleaned his glasses as he waited for the young man to put the girl down.

He scratched his beard in anticipation as the younger man placed her on a table on the far side of the room. He couldn't believe that the fools in the Rekai had actually allowed this girl to be taken. The man moved toward where Hiroku had lain the body of the captured experiment and slowly began to examine every piece of her body, his misty blue eyes trailing over every feature, admiring her beauty.

"What is so special about this girl, sir?" Hiroku implored, as he leaned around the older man, desperately trying to get a better view of the girl that he had just taken from the bowels of Koenma's palace.

"She will be the end to one Yusuke Urameshi, Hiroku," the man said as he administered a clear liquid that was obviously meant to overturn the effects of the sleeping potion Hiroku had given just hours before hand, "Surely you remember him?" The olden man growled as he dabbed away some of the girls blood that was oozing from the small pinprick.

Hiroku ran his hand through his course auburn hair as memories of the detective flashed before his eyes. How he had watched numerous members of the infamous, Black Black Club utterly ruined at the dark tournament. He, being just a mere gopher for one of the groups top leaders at the time, remembered his boss as well as the other remaining bosses wanting to seek revenge on the human boy for destroying their comrades financial supremacy. Now, he had come into money after his boss's death and had sworn that he would carry on his bosses stead. His green eyes flashed once again as he noticed the sleeping girl before him begin to stir.

"Experiment 193," Susamajii muttered as her eyes flickered open, her crimson irises flat, no emotion beneath them as she rose, almost mechanically from the spot where she lay. "Glad to see you are alright." He spoke gently to the girl, not wanting to startle her.

She turned her head slowly to face the oldest of the two men, the one who had just addressed her. He was an older gentlemen with a very wrinkled face, shrouded behind overly large glasses and a poorly trimmed beard. Before he could even make a gesture to her, she had changed her focus to the younger man who stood on her right. The young man quivered as he looked into her eyes, seeing the dullness in the pupils nearly made goose bumps erupt on ever surface of his body.

"You have a small cut, must be from the glass," Hiroku muttered to the girl, still shocked at the appearance of her eyes as he ran to get something to clean the small wound with, "I apologize, we can't have our ticket to defeating Yusuke Urameshi damaged" he smirked as he went to clean the wound. As soon as his hands touched her pale skin she turned on him, moving with utmost precision and struck him in six places at one before landing the final blow to his jaw and sending him in to the far wall.

Susamajii clapped his hands lightly as he called over to his partner, "Do you see now why I said we had to have her?" He chuckled lightly as he pulled a large piece of the wall off of his partner before giving him a hand up.

"I see now Susamajii," Hiroku spat, a bit of blood trickling from his lip, "But what is this brilliant scheme you've talked so much about?" He asked, dusting a few chips of wall from his hair.

"I just want to have a little bit of fun with this detective." He replied, his lip curling into a smirk as he faced his partner, scratching his shaggy graying beard as he spoke. The older man paused at this time, making his way over to a large filing cabinet and pulling a manila folder from it.

"I want her to kill Keiko Yukimura." He said as he threw a packet of papers toward her, which she caught effortlessly between her index and middle fingers. She flipped the packet open and her eyes went to work, feverishly reading every detail that these two crooks had managed to gather in the months they had prepared for her to arrive. After a mere two minutes of reading through the file, she merely dropped it and untied her lose fitting hospital gown, causing the two men to gawk at her revealing battle attire.

"You know what you must do?" Susamajii asked her, staring down at her barely covered breasts, feeling a quick tightening in his trousers. She never answered him, but rather revealed her large broadsword that had been concealed in a small trinket that she wore around her neck. She flipped down her scanning eye piece and punched in the correct coordinates for the one called Keiko's home and without a word, she disappeared into the night.

With Keiko

Keiko opened the door and walked into the den of her small apartment, carrying a different assortment of books, notebooks, pencil packs, and of course a book bag which was loaded down with the same material. She sighed as she haphazardly threw the books down on her small couch and made her way into the kitchen. Her stomach made an angry noise, and she chuckled and made her way over to the refrigerator.

She sighed when she caught sight of the note that was attached to the front, 'Keiko, sorry we ate all the food. We went out to get you some groceries. Yusuke and Kuwabara.' She giggled at the boys atrocious writing and plopped down in one of the dining chairs and gazed out at the night sky.

'Damn you Yusuke,' She thought to herself, 'Of all the nights for you two to raid my refrigerator, why did it have to be when I was actually hungry?' A chill filled the room as she made her way back into the den causing Keiko's eyes fell on the slightly ajar door. She walked over toward it and shut and locked it, then, she walked back over to her couch and started work on the copious amounts of work that her professors had given her on her first day of college.

She continued working in silence for a few moments before she heard the sound of rustling in her bedroom. "Alright you guys, very funny," Keiko sighed as she made her way over into her bedroom, "I knew you guys were her the whole time." She giggled as she entered the seemingly empty room. She smiled as she quietly walked to the closest, hoping to find the guys in there. She flung open the door, only to reveal a very overstuffed clothing rack.

"Hey you guys?" she questioned as she bent down and searched under her bed. "That's weird" she said as she paced back into the living room her mind reeling over what could have made that mysterious noise.

Keiko became so engrossed with her thoughts that she didn't notice the tall, crimson eyed girl who was making her way silently behind her, blade at the ready. When Keiko moved to sit, the girl wrapped her arm around her shoulder, using her other hand to place his broadsword to her throat.

"WHO ARE YOU?" Keiko screamed as she wrestled free of the girl's loose grasp and fled to the other side of the room. The girl did not respond, she simply slowly walked closer and closer to Keiko, her eyes focused on the terrified girl before her.

"STAY AWAY!" Keiko shouted at her assailant as she began throwing heavy books and anything else she could get her hands on at the girl. However, these did no good as the young woman was able to block each and every piece that came, her eyes never leaving Keiko's terrified face.

"Yukimura, Keiko," The girl's headpiece spoke to her in a soft, mechanical voice as the girl came upon Keiko. She reached down and wrapped her long skinny fingers around the collar of Keiko's shirt, hoisting her from the ground. She simply stared into Keiko's eyes for a brief moment before tossing her to the other side of the apartment, causing Keiko to go crashing through a bookshelf.

"How, do you know my name?" Keiko choked out as she pushed some of the heavy books off of her before struggling to get to her feet, her back throbbing and making it very difficult to stand.

The girl's crimson gaze suddenly narrowed as she held up the large broadsword with one hand, ready for her attack. Before Keiko had time to react, the girl had flown across the room to meet her. With a quick sweep of the large metal object, blood began to gush from a very deep gash made in abdomen, causing Keiko to howl in pain.

Keiko slid between her attacker's legs and ran for the door, her bright brown eyes wide with fear as she tried her best to pry the locked door open while her attacker slowly sauntered over to her. Keiko moved to scream once again, but never got the chance. The girl moved with such precision and grace that before Keiko could breathe in, she was grabbing at her throat, trying to stop the spraying blood that was now flowing from her freely bleeding jugular.

She looked up at her assailant one last time, her eyes filled with tears, feeling the darkness closing in on her "Please…don't" she whispered up before laying her head against the bloodstained door.

The girl simply brought her sword back up and drove it, point first through Keiko's head, splitting it almost completely in two. With her mission complete, she returned the large sword back into it's crimson gem and placed around her neck. Then, without a sound, she made her way into the kitchen and out the open window, just as the front door began to creak open.

Back at the Lair

"Sir, do you think something has gone wrong?" a frantic Hiroku paced back and forth in the dank space that was used for Susamajii's office. "Experiment 193 has been gone a long time."

"Be patient my friend." Susamajii called to his partner as he held up a glass of wine, "Take a drink and calm down. The girl will be along." He said quietly as he pour from the bottle of red wine and offered it to his nervous friend.

As if on cue she dropped down from a hole that she had cut out in the ceiling. "Welcome back 193" Hiroku smiled as he walked over toward her and place his hand on her shoulder, "Would you like to come back over to your pod?" he asked as he began leading her back to the chamber he had fashioned.

She turned her eyes to the young man, and without warning had instantly punched him through Susamajii's desk. "HIROKU!" Susamajii called out as he tried desperately to pull his fallen partner from the rubble.

"Susamajii," Hiroku spoke softly as he handed him a syringe filled with a clear fluid, "Use this to subdue her, I will help you to get her into the holding pod once I get out of this mess." He whispered, feeling a sharp object digging deeper into his abdomen as he tried to move.

Susamajii took he syringe and made his way over toward Experiment 193, "Hello 193," he smirked at her as he kept the needle hidden behind his back and out of her sight. "How did your mission go?" He asked, making his way over to the confused and silent girl, making sure to keep his distance.

193 did not answer, but simply stared down at Hiroku, who was still trapped in the large pile of rubble she had created. She made her way over to the struggling man and extended a hand down to him, as if she were offering to help him up. However, before she could get him out, Susamajii took his chance and plunged the syringe deep into her back.

Feeling the slight twinge in her back, she smirked at the two gentlemen's feeble attempts to catch her off guard. Showing a bit of emotion in her face with a smirk, she easily summoned her large sword once more from her pendent and easily removed Susamajii's head from his shoulders, sending the lose skull rolling across the floor. Then she turned her gaze to the now struggling Hiroku, who was trying so desperately to escape from her crimson glare.

"PLEASE 193, SPARE ME!" He cried out to her, holding up his hands in a feeble attempt to defend himself. She extended her hand down to help the man up which he graciously accepted. Then just as he was pulling himself up, she ran her blade through the entire length of his body, killing him instantly. She smirked as the blood of her two latest victims mingled on her body before flinging his body off the edge of her sword and across the room.

She changed into back into her normal clothes that Koenma had given her before she was to make her grand escape. However, it was not to come to pass as the medication that had been slipped into her body through the needle began to take it's toll and she hit the floor, sleep overcoming her.

With Koenma

"KOENMA SIR!" George skidded through the office once again knocking the young prince over. "Sorry sir, there is urgent news on the" George immediately stopped as he noted the now swollen red face of Botan and the bloodshot eyes of Koenma, "Sir?"

"George, Yusuke just called." Koenma's voice came almost at a whisper, the pain threatening to take over him. As Botan sobbed behind him, a large box of tissues in her hand.

"Oh did he? How is he?" The completely oblivious George asked, glad to hear that their friend had called.

"Keiko's dead." Koenma whispered in an inaudible tone. However, it had been just enough for George's sensitive hearing to pick up.

"What?" George whispered back, as he felt tears form in his own eyes as he thought back on the many times he had spent following the spunky brunette around at the tournaments, "But sir how? WHY?" He roared as he sank to his knees, tears flowing down his jagged features.

"She was brutally murdered. Kuwabara and Yusuke stumbled on the body when heading back into her apartment." Koenma said as he wiped more tears from his eyes, Botan sobbing once more into a tissue she held. "But that will have to wait for now, what is it that you wanted to tell me?"

"Oh yes it's about the experiment." George said out loud as he noticed Botan's head pop up from it's downward position.

"What have they found out?" Koenma asked, almost excited for a brief moment, praying at least one thing could go right on this terrible day.

"They've found her sir!" George cried out, a semi-happy sigh of relief as he let a few more tears flow for his fallen friend.

"Very well, you are dismissed. Take a few days, I'm sure you'll be wanting to come with us to pay your final respects." Koenma sighed again, as he watched his assistant push himself from the floor.

"Yes sir," George choked out quietly as he made a small bow and made his way out of the room, shutting the door silently behind him

"Koenma," Botan's voice cracked as she spoke for the first time since escorting Keiko across the River Styx, "Do you think that 193 did this?"

"Botan, there is no proof of that," Koenma suddenly became enraged with Botan, "And until we do, you are not to utter a word of this to anyone, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" His voice boomed throughout the office. His sudden outburst of anger instantly triggered another rush of tears from Botan as she fled from his office. The prince stared after her for only a moment, before sitting down in his chair. He massaged his temples as he replayed the events of the day in his head.

"What have I created?" he whispered to himself before flopping his head down onto his crossed arms, letting the stored up tears flow freely now, soaking his long shirt sleeves. "Oh Keiko, I'm so sorry." He whispered over and over to himself sobbing himself to sleep on his desk that night.