Hi guys!

Damn, it's been forever since I actually published anything. But since enough of people I know have nagged me to post this, I decided to give it another shot. It's nice to get back into this series anyways.

Three notes before I get on, though. 1: I love criticism, but please try to make it constructive. I can't fix what you don't like or become a better writer if I don't know whats wrong. 2: This is a long developing story. It'll take a bit of time, and is a little drawn out. I promise that there's a reason for it though. The inspiration for this story was in something that I didn't notice in our two main humans of Yu Yu, and I wanted to explore what might've happened in someone else. I am going to make chapter a little longer after this, however, just because I know this is on the longer side of stories. 3: There's going to be adult content here. Not so much in terms of sex, though that may come depending on how I feel about it. Mostly it's a lot of swearing and dealing with difficult topics.

Also, disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. It'd be cool if I did, but I don't. I own Finley, any characters you don't recognize, and the plot. That's it.

I figured that Japan would be safe. I figured that I would get bothered a little less, because they wouldn't know I was there. If I had known how wrong I was, I never would have come.

My grandparents had built a home on the outer edges of Sarayashiki in the late 80s. It was a nice little cottage style home, with a built in conservatory and sun room. I had visited when I was younger, and had turned it into my home when I was 22. My grandparents were from Scotland, and had moved to Sarayashiki to be closer to an old family friend. I had learned Japanese, albeit poorly, since I was young. I wasn't great at it, as English, French and Gaelic were more prominent in my family, but I could get by with the Japanese I knew.

At 22, I had graduated from university, and I moved to Japan to live in my grandparents old house. I needed to get away. Everything that I had back home was kind of at risk because of how I was born. It wasn't like I had anything left in Canada to hold on to.

All the women in my family were witches. I was, my grandma was. My grandma had a boy, so my mother wasn't, but I had gotten the magic. And it made demons hate us.

Apparently for years, witches had killed demons. They'd hunted them for fun. And the demons hadn't exactly been understanding. As far as they were concerned, we were bitches that somehow stole their powers. We didn't. At least, I'm like 90% sure we didn't. Anything I knew could be lies at this point. Nothing was beyond my realm of belief.

All I know is that I don't use demons in my magic. It's too risky. I already had them chasing me all over Canada trying to murder me; I wasn't about to piss them off even more.

Turns out Japan had even more demons.

Living in Japan was nice for the first little bit. No one attacked me and everything looked like it was going well. I grew plants, I sold some tarot readings and spells online and I worked part time in a little shop that sold crystals, herbs and other magical crap to the masses. It was a good life. I had a great life starting for me.

All of that was taken away when the first demon came.

I had my home warded, and was used to them keeping everything out. It worked, for the most part, in Canada; and I figured that there wasn't anything here that would be able to break through them.

When a ward was shattered, it was like a ripple of energy that the witch who created it could feel. And with wards like my grandmothers, that I kept charged and ready, it was less of a ripple and more of an earthquake. I froze, heart pounding in my chest.

I hadn't known that demons existed here. I hadn't wanted them too.

But the universe decided to say "Fuck her. Fuck that one in particular."

I was alone in my kitchen, as I usually was. Just cooking up some good old fire salt on my stove. Heating it tended to seal in the fiery energy that you wanted for the more volatile spells and curses. I had already finished the war water and that Shadow water that I needed, so this was last on my list of replenishment.

It was going pretty well when I felt shockwaves ripple through me. Someone had broken my wards. I froze, staring into space. Nothing ever broke through my wards. I made sure that they were extremely strong, and nothing ever got through them. Which meant something bigger than anything I'd ever met was coming right for me.

Fuck.

I quickly stuck my shoes on my feet, grabbing a bottle of black salt, my newly made war water and a lighter. Easy protective magic, but that war water was more important.

I walked out carefully, stretching out my energy to try and find it. I walked carefully towards the energy, hoping and praying they had just found a little weak spot in my wards. Hoping it was something that I could just scare off with a little War water spell and not something that I'd have to be scared of.

Instead, it was a massive blue-skinned demon that I wanted to run far, far away from. He looked like a fucking Machamp brought to life and unless he was moving my furniture, he didn't need to be inside my wards. Two sets of arms, a pair of horns. Everything was just insane about that thing. I've seen typical demons. Your water demons, your fire apparitions, ice demons. All very weak and very easy to scare. Freeze the area out for a water demon. Flood for fire, heat for ice. Easy.

I had no idea how to deal with this thing.

It sniffed carefully, looking around. I was pressed up against the back of my gate, hoping that he couldn't see me. I didn't even breathe. Everything was frozen in that moment.

"I smell a witch….." I shivered. His voice made it feel like slime was just dumped over me. Cold and creepy. I was terrified. This didn't happen to me. I was terrified I was going to die.

"Gods of war, hear my words. Bring the pain of wars long past, give me strength to win this battle, and ensure that war will not last." I muttered softly, focusing my energy into the bottle. Then I whipped it at the demon. The spell was made to burn and give the target pain. A lot of pain. It was more of a way to get them to stay the fuck away from me. To scare them off.

This guy just roared, flailing around and scratching at his skin. His eyes caught mine and he charged at me. A meaty hand wrapped itself around my throat, staring at me. Waves of disgusting, rotting breath hit me in the face.

"A little witch with no power, eh? Best to just eat you and leave you as it is." My lungs gasped for breath. A burning filled my chest. I struggled, trying to focus that burning on to him.

"I-ifrin." A brief look of confusion crossed his face before he felt the flames. Horrible screams tore from his throat as he tried to put himself out. With a thump I landed on the ground, throat burning and gulping down air. I couldn't do magic like that very often, but I could pull out some serious stuff every little bit. Like lighting an entire demon on fire and roasting him. Not the best way to go, at least in terms of energy conservation, but I panicked. I had a thing against killing in any form. I didn't even kill flies.

What I had just done was going to fuck me over in every conceivable way.

Immediately after, I stumbled inside and and collapsed on my entryway floor. Magic like that was exhausting. After a long nap, I had to make sure everything was ready to make my wards even stronger. Not a single thing was going to get through again. Biggest problem was making sure that everyone who came close to me meant no harm whatsoever. I didn't want to get hurt. I just wanted to be left alone.

Two weeks later I found out what killing that one demon meant for me.

I was watching Netflix, twiddling with the ends of my hair and wrapped in a scarf. It was a lazy day. I mean, I didn't have to do witchy shit every day. It's tiring. I did what I had to do, no more. The only magic I'd done in those two weeks was a bruise balm, but the hand prints on my shoulders and throat had only faded to a dull purple and yellow. Though anything was better than the angry black that they had been.

The doorbell at my front gate rang. I sighed. Hopefully it wasn't the two things I least wanted to ring my doorbell. Jehovah's witnesses and salesmen. Two things I, as an atheist witch, didn't want to deal with.

I went out to my gate, which was kept locked at all times. My grandparents had driven that into me. Sure, not many demons would be deterred by locks, but locking a gate was a way to strengthen wards. It was the easiest way to make sure that your wards were kept charged and strong. Always checking the locks helped any paranoia after the incident anyways.

The people at my gate were pretty…. Generic, to say the least. Average height, average looks, black combed hair and dark eyes. Generic. I stared at them from behind my gate. They wore dark suits, and one held an envelope. Maybe they were going to quote Exodus 22:18.

"Um, hello," I said cautiously. "May I help you?"

"Finley Conneigan?" one asked. Holy shit even his voice was generic. It was Stormtrooper levels of basic. I nodded , crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back from the gate. "You've been causing a lot of trouble recently."

My head tilted in confusion. "I'm sorry? I don't know what you mean. I don't do anything except work and watch Netflix."

"Our employers have found out about the member of our kind that you killed two weeks ago." I froze. They were demons? No way, they were so weak I couldn't even feel them. "They have decided that you will take place in the Dark Tournament 6 months from now."

"They have, have they?" I growled. "And who exactly are 'They'?"

The envelope was shoved through the bars of my gate. "This contains all the information you will need, along with the location and names of your teammates. We were urged to reassure you that if you do not participate, you will be hunted down and disposed of." I snatched the envelope from his hand, glaring at the two men. I didn't know what was going to happen at that point. Were they going to say anything else? Were they going to try to kill me? Because obviously that was their end game here.

"We look forward to your participation, Miss Conneigan." The two walked down the street. Together they looked like regular business men. Unassuming. Boring. Generic. And yet they'd given me an ultimatum that affected my entire life.

I was fucked.

Well, there we go. I will try to update around once or twice a week, but I am in University. Things may get hectic, but the goal is at least once a week.

Thanks for reading, and if you liked it or have any comments, please leave a review. :)