It's 12 a.m. Midnight. Outside the moon is full and the stars are shining bright. It is as if they are proud of the deed done tonight. Oh, such a dirty deed. It's shameful how they could be so proud, though it was done in their name. Such a foul deed done to please them. Laughing and cheering rose from a large group of oddly dressed people. They continued their dancing, hoping that their sacrifice had pleased their goddess.

Rolling over so that she could bury her head into her pillow, Trista waved her hand menacingly in the vicinity of her alarm clock. It's screeching was aggravating her to no end.

Doesn't it know that it's a Saturday?

She finally managed to hit the snooze button and dozed back off until she remembered that she had something important to do. But what it was was the question. As if reading her mind, her roommate called from downstairs about some meeting with some guy. Her eyes snapped open and she flew out of her room to the bathroom. How could she forget!

Oh I'm so dead!she thought.

As she undressed and hopped into the shower, she thought about what she should say. Her career depended on this meeting. Trista had been working for a long time on her novel. Of course she had a different job other than writing. She had to pay rent didn't she? She had finally finished her novel and, as fate would have it, was going to miss the meeting with the man who could actually publish her book.

She ran out of the bathroom in her towel and started to dress. She dressed as professional as she could, not bothering to cover her tattoos. She tied her black hair back into a sloppy bun and gave herself a once over in the mirror. Trista nodded at her reflection and ran downstairs, sliding to a stop at the kitchen table and collapsing onto a chair. Trista glanced up at her roommate while she sipped on the cup of coffee he had set out for her.

"Morning!" Ethan grinned at her, putting a plate of French toast in front of her. "How did you sleep?"

Trista shrugged.

"Not so good I guess?"

"Nope."

Ethan sighed, his voice softening. "Is it happening again?"

Trista stared at her plate as she ate and nodded her answer to Ethan.

Again he sighed. "I thought they had stopped."

"So did I." She glanced at the clock and her eyes grew big. She was so late! She jumped out of her chair and hurried out the door.

"Keys, Trista!" And she popped her hand in to grab the car keys off of the hook right next to the door. She waved a quick goodbye in Ethan's general direction and was soon backing her car out of the driveway.

"Oh yeah? Well I'll kick your butt right now, Urameshi!"

"Ha! I'd like to see you try!"

"Hn. Would you both shut up?"

"Who asked you shorty?"

"I'm tired of this idiotic bickering. Grow up."

"Hey! What'd you just say?"

Kurama sighed, trying to ignore the ruckus. Sometimes it wasn't a good thing to have such great hearing. Just then Koenma walked in, a manila envelope tucked under his arm. He stared at the three boys arguing. Eye twitching, he cleared his throat. Nothing. He tried it one more time, still nothing.

"WILL YOU ALL BE QUIET!"

That did the trick. All eyes were on him and he nodded slightly with approval.

"Now, I have a new mission for you, team."

Yusuke groaned. They had just finished a tough case a few days ago!

"It's not all that terrible," Koenma continued. "We got a request from a friend and we're obligated to help him. Your objective is to keep watch over his friend and once the enemy shows themselves, arrest or eliminate." Koenma continued giving them the information that they'd need. After a while, he stopped, starring at Yusuke and Kuwabara who had fallen asleep. Hiei rolled his eyes. Babysitting another brat? Just what he needed.

"You leave tomorrow morning. I suggest pack a few personal things, you might be there a while. You can get more of a wardrobe if needed later." Koenma then turned to leave when Kurama spoke up.

"Koenma, sir, where exactly is it that we're going?"

Koenma smiled a bit nervously. "That's the thing…you'll be going overseas to the US. You will be living in South Carolina for the duration of this mission."

Yawning, Trista walked down the street, arms behind her head. Too bad it didn't work out. I worked so hard this time too! On top of all that, Ethan's gonna kill me for getting the car towed away again,she whined to herself, sighing. Why couldn't things just go her way at least once? She turned the corner to her street and blinked when she saw a strange group of people in front of the house. New neighbors maybe..? She kept on to the house, straightening and walking somewhat proper, she tilted her head slightly.

"Uhm, can I help you?" The red-head looked at her with a smile on his face. Well….they seem okay…

"Yes, we're here to see Ethan Vogel."

"Oh…okay." She looked around, surveying the other three men standing with the red-head. Hmm, the guy with the greased back hair looks like he's a trouble maker….Carrot Top too….and Mr. short and stumpy seems like the emo kid. Great, just what I need. I hope they don't stay.

She walked up the steps, brushing past the shortest member and went to work unlocking the door. We need to get a new doorknob or something….

After she finally got the door unlocked and opened, she walked in, leaving the door wide open for the guys to follow. "I'll go get him real quick. He's probably napping or something." Trista dropped her bag on the table and flung off her jacket before running up the steps. Stopping at Ethan's door, she knocked lightly before peeking in. "Hello? Anyone home?"

Ethan looked up at her from his book. "Hey there girlie, what's up?"

"Uhm, you've got some visitors downstairs. Four weird looking guys."

He nodded slightly then got up, shooing her out of his room and shutting the door. He hopped down the stairs, slightly relieved at the sight of the four men.

He smiled. "Hi there, I'm Ethan. You all must be Team Urameshi, correct?"

The red-head nodded. "I'm Kurama. This is Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Hiei."

Ethan bobbed his head in greeting. "Nice to meet you all. The lovely lady who let you in is Trista. She's the one who you're supposed to watch over. Now, let's get started shall we?"

Ethan smiled, turning to go back up the stairs. "Follow me!"

As Trista watched him show everyone their room, a feeling of dread came over her. I have a bad feeling about this…