Disclaimer: I do not own YuYu Hakusho, obviously, because if I did instead of writing FanFics I'd be making Manga's and Anime's. ;)
Author's Note: Before we begin, be warned, this fic is rated R for a reason. There is sexual content, language and racey scenes, if you don't like that type of thing then I suggest you click the back button now and read someone elses story. Also, the "wolf-girl" is not a Mary Sue - she is merely the baddie of this here fic and will have no shippings with the characters - though that doesn't mean she won't have sexual intents and attractions ;).
Shippings: Yusuke/Keiko Yukina/Kuwabara Hiei/No one Kurama/No one
Prologue: The Chapter That Isn't Really A Chapter
The loud rolling drums of thunder played across the cold night sky, screaming at the sleep deprived humans that laid awake due to her show. Her black blanket streched across the endless sky, hiding the comfort of the stars and the moon from the world as her tears raced to the ground below. Landing in the mud and puddles, the ground rejected them, as it was already overflowing with mother natures blood. There was no where for the raindrops to reside and so they huddled together in large groups, forming a puddle. Humans hid inside from her tears. Frowned upon the weather and muttered about wishing they could see the stars. Feel the moons comfort. As it always was, they favored the moon and its stars, though the rain which was needed to keep the land green was frowned upon. Shunned.
And still she played her drums, and lit the sky with her anger and cried upon the world and all but one ignored her. While others hid from her show one stood out on a wooden deck, pale face up turned, allowing the rain to pelt her creamy skin and run threw her silver hair. She was no human though, no, with fox ears and a tail, and a barely there outfit made of black leather that clung to her small body. Barely covering the swell of her breasts, with the right amount of weight she'd be exposed. Tattoo's of deep slashes across her hips, wrists and shoulders. Her eyes closed as she merely listened to the sound around her. Her tail swayed from side to side. Water dripped from its furry coat. falling to the wood below. She seemed to be oblivious to the fact that the rain pelting her exposed skin stung, or the fact that a cold wind blew. Oblivious to all discomforts around her as she stood out in the rain. In the cold, lonely night air.
What she was waiting for none but she and the night knew. But the question was soon to be answered as a greedy fat balding man approached her from behind. "The hell you doing out 'ere? You gonna catch a cold this way!" he scolded her. Hiding from the rain under a black umbrella, the rain protecting his expesive suit. "And I don't recall sending for ya either!"
Dawn tinted lips curled into a sadistic smile as she opened her amber eyes, turning them upon her scolder with malice burning behind them. As she spoke her voice was as cold as ice, cutting to the very core of the short bald man's nerves. "You didn't." Her hands flinched in anxiety.
The man took a shakey step back as he looked at her, he had never seen anyone so hungry for blood and he didn't like the fact that it was 'his' blood that she wanted. Or was he imaging the look he saw now in her eyes. Burning with such malice that it chilled his blood and lept a strong fear in his heart. He stammered for words, his voice suddenly shakey. He was her employer - wasn't he? "W-what do y-you m-mean b-b-by tha-at?" For some reason, the confidence and cockiness he had felt just a second ago vanished without a trace - nor even one little good-bye. "Y-you 'obey' me wench, it's what I pay you for!" He said, forcing a hard edge into his voice, speaking with a confidence that he didn't feel.
The wolf girl merely threw back her head and laughed, he would have shook with fear, if he hadn't been paralyzed with it. He could barely talk or walk, and simple commands like 'run' that his brain sent out never made it to his feet. She pinned her heartless gaze upon him once more. "Do you honestly believe that you're my only employer. Don't be a fool, you're nothing to me but a puny human. A puny, 'rich' and greedy human. And one of my other employers doesn't like you very much." She spoke with such ease. As if the deed she was about to do would do little to torture her soul, and in truth, it wouldn't even haunt her.
"B-but..." He stammered, truly afraid for his own life. Sure he had hired this girl to do his own dirty deeds but he had never once thought that she was under the rule of others. Nor that she'd be the one bringing a one way ticket to the fiery depths of hell.
"Now, be a good boy and don't cry out." She ordered just as the message of 'run' seemed to kick in at long last and his feet began to move, carrying him barely a step before she caught up with unimaginable speed, a startled gurgle excaped him as blood rushed up his throat and the crimson liquid seeped out, looking down with startled eyes to see her clawed hand protruding from his chest. His heart beating in her hand, and with that the world fell to black and he fell to the floor of the deck, never to wake again.
The rain beat down on his lifeless body and the wolf girl dropped the still heart next to his body, before bringing her bloodied fingers to touch her tongue, tasting the sweet crimson blood of her former employer and tonights victim. A cruel smile touched her dawn lips. "You have no idea how I've longed for this moment." she spoke to the corpse of the short man and to the nights cold presence. Before walking off to wash away his putrid odor from her hands. As sweet as his blood tasted to her, the stench stung her sensitive nose. He smelled of human greed. All humans were easily manipulated under her watch, but she could hardly stand their never ending lust for money. She merely killed to keep a steady life. To support her needs. Not because she liked money, she enjoyed the kill more then anything else. She had no remorse for killing, as far as she was concerned they each deserved their fates. She hadn't yet met one human that wasn't deserving of death. Each greedy for money and enlisting her to do their dirty work - then turning around and begging for their lives with money and her personal favorite of "I'll give you whatever you want." as if they actually believed that bull crap. No, they dug their own graves with their greed and now their time would soon come for them to lay in them. Money can buy only so much.
She walked the cold desolate streets. It had been a while now since she had went to working for herself, by herself, leaving her family behind and all but forgotten about. Not that she didn't care for her family, she was just tired of them always watching her. They had always been worried for her, watching her actions and lecturing her later about the enjoyment she found in the blood. Could one blame her? She hated greed, she hated the human greed and in her opinion they all deserved death.
It wasn't long till she picked up a new scent. A scent that did not mix with the rain or the blood upon her claws. A scent of mint soap. She narrowed her own amber eyes, scanning the area as her ears perked up. She turned the corner into an alleyway on purpose, looks like she had a new assignment already.
The splashing of human feet breaking the puddles surface came from the shadows and she smirked as she heard his gentle breaths. Things a human would overlook. "And what do you want of me?" She asked amusement dancing in her voice as she rested a clawed hand upon her curved hip.
"Record time," the males voice rang out clearly as amused as she was. She could see the outline of his strong muscular shape, slightly impressed considering most her employers were middle-aged balding men whom had a weight problem. His voice was strong and rich at the same time, his figure very defined, it was obvious, even in the dim lighting, that this man was the type that could kill his own victims. So that left a hint of mystery in the air, if he was so fit and capable, what in the 9 hells did he need her services for?
"Don't be too impressed. It's what I do," she replied cooly, arching a slender eyebrow at him as she ran her tongue over her full dawn lips. Unlike the females of the human species, she didn't need make-up to enhance her beauty, besides enjoying the kill she enjoyed turning the males on and she had the body to do so. Curves in all the right places. Striking amber eyes, full dawn lips, pale skin to match the pale silver of her hair. "What can I do for you hun?" She asked, a hint of flirtation in her voice.
"I want you to exterminate Yusuke Urameshi," he put it bluntly and her respect grew. Instead of handing over useless details and unimportant facts about why, he simply got to the point. A real business man. Then there was the name of her next target: Yusuke Urameshi. She was sure she had heard it somewhere before, but it wasn't on the top of her memory.
"Consider it done," she remarked. "One question though," she began, pausing for a second to allow her words to sink in. "Who is this boy?" She had to ask, the name would be bugging her until she knew. Maybe she was given someone fun this time. Who knew?
The man laughed softly, "Ahh, so you've heard of him." He pointed out. "He's a young teenage boy, 16 years old, and he also happens to be the most pesky spirit dectective." This new information defintaly got her attention. She was correct in thinking that he'd bring some fun amongst her normal routine of finding him, following him, and lastly killing him. He'd require a different approach from usual. Now that she knew his occupation she knew that he was one of those very few humans whom actually posed a little bit of fun and had some real talent.