Ok, I've decided I would bring my old Siren Call back. I love it too much. But I have changed it around, so maybe this time it won't be deleted like it had been before.
Enjoy
Disclaimer: I will only say this once, so it goes for all chapters of Seductive Song that I put up. I don't own YYH or any of the characters and plots in the anime. But I do own this plot and any characters I create. So no stealing.
"Hmmm, interesting outfit. I love it." a young woman murmured from where she stood in front of a full-length mirror.
Her long hair, the color of blazing flames, rippled down her back to sway around her hips in a seductive fashion. Golden eyes shot smoky looks from over the golden veil that concealed half of her face. Her golden top was bikini-like with bells hanging around the bottom, jingling softly with her every move. The skirt she wore hung low on her waist and was made from the same fabric as the top. A belt hovered on the top of the skirt, bells hanging from it as well.
Her clothes and body movement clearly screamed seductress, and in a way, it was correct. The young woman was a slave to a rich human since the tender age of 16, fully trained in her duties. She has been with her master now for 70 years.
Her master has her entertain guests quite often. But what really brings in money is when she sings at some of her master's clubs. The young woman is part siren, able to entrance men with just her voice. She also is a weak fire demoness, and has some shape-shifting abilities, though they aren't the best they could be.
She really isn't encouraged to practice anything but her voice anyway. But she had been trained in the martial arts, to protect herself from unwanted advances when she was performing.
"Flare!" a voice rang out, taking the girl's attention away from her appearance in the mirror. "They're here!" a young girl said. Flare nodded in return, and slipped to the curtain, peering out.
Ah, there they were. Flare's master often had her snare people with her singing. This time it was the Reikai Tantei. She believed they had been sent to arrest her master, but couldn't really be sure. Her master was tricky, and had slipped out of Koenma's clutches before.
But Flare wasn't going to snare them with her voice as her master commanded. She sometimes disobeyed to show him that he could never completely control her. The beatings afterwards were worth it, in her mind.
She carefully studied each boy from where she stood. The group of four was at a small table near the front of the stage. The first she noticed was one with orange, poofy hair and beady brown eyes. He didn't look too intelligent, but she could tell he had a good heart which made up for the lack of brains in her mind.
The next one was the shortest of the group. He sat slightly apart from his team members, as if saying he had nothing to do with them. His hair was jet black with a white starburst, and stood on end like he had stuck his hand in an electrical socket. The thought almost made her laugh. But it was his eyes that caught her, blood red and closed off to the world. He was a very cold individual.
The third of the group had slicked back hair that took on a green sheen under the flashing club lights. His eyes were a warm, fiery brown, full of attitude. He looked arrogant, punkish, and cocky.
Then Flare's golden eyes fell on the last of the group. His hair was even redder than yours, looking an unnatural rose red. His eyes were large and so green that they reminded Flare of emeralds. He was the calm one, the reserved one, the cunning thinker. But a pretty boy all the same.
She took her face from the curtain, letting it slide shut as she detected movement. It looked like they were on. Checking herself one last time in the mirror, Flare got herself in line, following the other slave girls out. It was time to get to work.
Loud music assaulted her ears as they emerged from the behind the curtain. All the girls separate, going in different directions, Flare of course going to see the Reikai Tantei up close.
As she moved forward, she lost herself in the upbeat music, shaking her hips suggestively to the music as she swayed to the beat.
Keep up the act, she told herself. They cannot see me as other than a normal slave.
The two humans she knew were aught in her spell already by the way she danced. The red-head watched her with curiosity, showing her no more interest than he would a bug. The cold one didn't even pay a bit of attention to her, which was well enough.
The music abruptly changed, and that was her cue to get on stage.
Dancing to the new music, Flare made her way through the large dance floor, springing up the stairs and removing her golden veil, revealing her face. She had high cheekbones, giving her an exotic look. Her nose was slender and long, and her mouth was wide, looking made for smiles. But her pouty lips held her seductive smile perfectly.
Flare took up the mike and began belting out her song, watching how her voice effected those dancing an those who were just sitting. She made them want to danced. They had to dance. All who were sitting out soon joined those on the floor. All except that short, cold one from the Reikai Tantei.
Hmm, odd.
Once she had finished a few songs, Flare let the DJ take the music back over, leaving some people confused as to why they had come to dance. But it was only one of the ways to increase money intake, since people who dance get thirsty quicker.
With a pleased grin, Flare disappeared again behind the curtail. But that smile quickly disappeared as she met one of the guards her master employed to protect him from harm. He grabbed Flare's arm, propelling her into her master's office before shutting the door and leaving Flare alone with her master.
He was sitting behind his desk, his fingers steepled as he observed her where she stood, straight and seemingly unafraid. His dark eyes seemed to bore into her and he stayed silent, letting the silence stretch out until Flare began to fidget in nervousness.
"I am very displeased with you, Flare. You didn't capture Team Urameshi as I had instructed. Now they might discover my underground slave trade and arrest me. All because you can't follow orders." he said in his deep voice.
As he had spoken, he had stood from his desk, clasping an uncoiled whip in his hand. Once he finished speaking, he lashed out with the whip. At the first strike, Flare winced. At the second, she cried out. After that, Flare loses count of all the lashes, only being aware of the haze of pain which surrounds her.
What was her master doing? He never went on and on like this. Flare was valuable property, and he never beat her so much. He must really be angry, then. She must have really pushed him over the edge this time.
But Flare was happy. Her master would kill her and she'd finally be free of him forever. She might even be able to see her brother again.
But the door suddenly slammed open, and the whipping was cut off. Flare slowly lifted herself from the floor. When had she fallen? She didn't remember.
Flare turned her head just in time to see her master get his lights punched out by that Urameshi kid from earlier. The sight made you smile through the pain you were in. Yes, that beating was definitely worth it if this is what occurred from it.
The red head slowly made his way over to Flare, and she could hear him cursing under his breath at the state of her back. Her master had hit her so much that the skin was beginning to come off her back, so her back was now a bloody mess.
He crouched down beside Flare, then gently touched her back to check the extent of the damage. He touched Flare as lightly as possible, but that touch still sent a wave of agony arching through her body, causing her to cry out in pain and suddenly faint.
A vision of white walls greeted Flare's eyes when she slowly woke up. She found herself in a bed, laid out on her stomach with a light, white sheet covering her.
She props herself up on her elbows, trying to get a better look around, but the slight movement caused waves of pain to roll down her back, sharply reminding Flare of the whipping, and what had happened afterwards.
Demon nurses and doctors scurried around, checking the patients that seemed to fill up the beds. But those here seemed to be the less serious cases. Flare supposed that the one's who were worse off would have private rooms to themselves.
Catching a glimpse of bright red from the corner of her eye, Flare turned to view the occupant of the bed next to hers. It was the red head, and he looked very badly burned, the fact making her eyes widen.
A nurse must have noticed her, because one walked over to check Flare.
"How you feeling, dearie?" she asked in a motherly tone.
Flare arches an eyebrow. "Oh, I feel fine except for the waves of agony shooting up my back." she replied blandly, making the nurse blink in surprise.
"Oh, well, I have some painkillers for you to take, so that pain won't bother you for much longer." the nurse replied, handing Flare two pills and a small glass of water.
Flare quickly swallows the pills, tired of the pain, wishing she were numb. Oh well, these were the next best thing to being numb, she supposed. Once the glass was empty, she handed it back to the nurse, who turned to leave. But she halted when Flare put her hand on her arm.
"What's wrong with him?" Flare asked, meaning the man beside her.
"Oh, Kurama? What the others told me was that when you passed out, she set him on fire instinctively, burning him quite badly." she explained to Flare, who looked guilty.
"Oh! Don't worry so much. I'm sure Kurama has forgiven you." she said, turning to leave again. But she paused, turning back. "What was your name? None of the others told me."
"Oh, they probably didn't know my name. I'm Flare."
The nurse nodded. "Well, ok, Flare. Go back to sleep and heal. You aren't leaving until you are well." she chided gently before leaving Flare's bedside.
Flare sighed as she settled herself back down, wondering what was going to happen to her now.
You like, yes? This is one of my most favorite ideas. But it might be replaced by the one I am making to follow along after the songfic I made titled Perfect.
Anyway, review, please? I love suggestions on how I could make this better!
Singing out
Shade