Well, I decided to put my YYH Fanfiction I wrote long back on here, with some adjustments here and there.
Enjoy!

I sat on the windowsill of my room, listening to my mom talk on the phone downstairs. From what I could hear, she seemed cheerful and liked where the conversation went. Of course, whether she did or not, it did not matter to me one bit. I had a job to do, and I could not put it off.

I had been informed three days ago this group of guys would investigate this old mansion down the street, in the forest that no one dared to venture in. I had to help them from a distance, and not let my presence be known to them. The details? Nothing, that was the only information I got.

And now, three days later, I sat on my windowsill, the window open to let in the cool breeze, looking at the street, waiting for the group of four guys run by. Something zipped under my window at an amazing speed, and three guys walked under a streetlight. I shifted to get a better view, and noticed a guy with red hair run after that fast thing that had passed.

I swung my legs over the side, and held on the side to not fall off. There was no way for me to be sure if this was the group I had been told to tail. But no one in their right state of mind would go out at night and head in the direction of that forest. Unless...

Once the other two people vanished from view, I crouched up on the windowsill, my hands now holding the vertical sides of the window. I felt like a spider. I jumped from the window, a good couple of feet, and managed to grab the streetlight's post, the one the group passed underneath. I swirled down and touched the ground without a sound.

I silently ran after them.

The group ended up going to the mansion, so I had hit the jackpot. The guy with the red hair I noticed before walked in first, followed by the one with slicked black hair. The shortest one went in next, but before he did, he paused and looked my way, though he could not see me for the trees hid me. Finally, the tallest and orange-haired guy took up the rear.

I followed suit, keeping to the walls and shadows.

The smell of blood came and went, then came again, stronger and stayed. How I hated that smell, it made me sick. The group ahead though, did not seem to notice, or just did not care. Don't stop. Keep walking; it's only a smell. No bodies, just the horrid smell that makes you sick and makes you want to curl up in a ball and cough to no end. I told that to myself over and over again.

It felt like ages before the group ahead came into a room and stopped. In a quick move, they all got into a fighting stance. I peered through the darkness and saw a huge demon waiting for them. It looked pathetic and weak, something that a normal human with no fighting experience could kill.

Had I been told to follow them for no reason? Was this a joke?

Footsteps came from my end, rushing toward the opened room. The guys could not hear them though, as they had their hands full with the huge one. I finally understood. That demon wasn't the real threat, the ones coming were. And it sounded like many, and to add on to my disgust, the smell of blood worsened.

It did not take long for the demons to reach my view of sight. These looked smaller, much smaller, but much stronger. Something behind me fell with a loud thump, telling me that ugly thing had reached hell. And I could now touch the coming demons.

I had to do something, there are too many for them to handle by themselves. What could I do without being seen at this point? The guys had turned to meet the demons, and if I stepped out, I would be right there in front, completely noticeable. Then it hit me.

I let a couple hundred pass my hideout, then I jumped into the demon fest, easily slaughtering the rest with a punch or kick. What a boring job. Not even a challenge. I risked being seen to do this worthless thing.

After the rest of mine were lying down on the ground permanently, I quickly slid back into the shadows. The group walked inches away from me the next second.

"That was definitely the most boring job ever," the guy with the slicked black hair said.

I held my breath as they passed, following them back out unnoticed. The daylight burned my eyes when we reached the outside. I can't believe I was in there for that long. My mom must have thought something horrible again at my disappearance.

During my brief two-second blind, I felt a hand go to my throat and push me hard on the wall.

A ticked off and gruff voice said, "Why are you following us?"

© Copyright LahtoriReikna
There's the first chapter. Please be patient, it gets much better once all the explaining is done.
Disclaimer: I do not own YYH, but I do own the original characters. (The "I" person and others to come)