-- This chapter was updated 9-7-2008. --

This fic is intended to be episode-ish. There are arcs and chapter length will vary.

This next statement is intended for fans, and not meant to be a warning: while not really a romance, there is boy-love.

This may conflict with the actual ending of the manga (the "where are they now" stuff). There are elements of the manga in here, but since I have not read the end of the manga (I am waiting for the English translation), I'm going to say that this is mainly based off of the anime.

Update: I am in the midst of fixing errors in the story. Consider any chapters before Nightmare Nightclub: Act II (this chapter was uploaded the same day as this update) that do not have an update date listed at the top old versions. There may be errors. Anything spotted in corrected versions, please bring to my attention, thanks!

Warnings: This fic is rated appropriately.


Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho © Yoshihiro Togashi. Black Suicide © Zelia Theb.


Black Suicide

A Yu Yu Hakusho Fan-Fiction

By Zelia Theb


Prologue

Several years have passed since the last tournament. Yusuke Urameshi was no longer wet behind the ears; he was an established detective. Alright, perhaps not so established. He hasn't had a case in weeks, and his landlady was pushing him for some rent money.

At the age of twenty-five, Yusuke was still as charming and boyish as ever, or rather, he would be had he taken care to shave the stubble off of his face each morning. His life was a wreck; his longtime childhood friend Keiko had left him the night before their wedding four years ago, sticking him with the loss of the deposits and the responsibility of notifying everyone. He hadn't spoken to Hiei since he left the Demon World, and Kurama had only bothered to send him letters now and then from college overseas. Kuwabara was the only one he still saw from time to time; he and his sister would meet him at a small restaurant not far from his office and talk about the various events of the week. Kuwabara had graduated from college, but was having a hard time landing a successful job. Lately, Yusuke found himself thinking of Shizuru, and developed just the tiniest of crushes on her. He neglected to say much though, as he was just a deadbeat and probably was still on the rebound from Keiko.

His office was typical of noir films revolving around private detectives. The wooden flooring was dark and not all that smooth, the sickly yellow light cast deep shadows everywhere, and the furniture was mostly left over from the previous tenant. His desk was warped from humidity, making it a pain for him to open a drawer just to get a stapler. The finish was cracking here and there, and his desktop was nearly stripped of the covering since he would often pick at it with his nails out of boredom.

Yusuke tipped back in his chair, eyeing the newspaper on his desk. The headline was bold, and read:

Police Suspect New Super Drug in Foul Play at Mansion

Drugs…that was one of many reasons that Keiko had left him. When he had returned, he experimented with every new thing on the street. It eased the depression of having to leave his destiny and return to Keiko. She didn't know at first, but slowly he would become irate with her and they would fight, and the fight would inevitably lead him back to the clubs to medicate his problems. Four days before their union, Keiko stumbled upon a stash of unmarked pills and marijuana, and dwelled upon it until the last minute before leaving him for good.

Several months later, she contacted him again. She had tried to console him after his mother was murdered, but he only ignored her and contemplated pushing his limits with narcotics even further. But then, two days after Atsuko's death, he was at his favorite hangout, and everything changed. An acquaintance of his had just slipped him two more pills in exchange for his dwindling en. As Yusuke was about to indiscreetly consume them, he had overheard some rumored yakuza fellows speaking of "the hit." Apparently, his mother had been dating the head of their clan, and had voiced the need to "get out." It was then that Yusuke felt he needed to deliver justice to his mother's death, since the police would not deal with the gangs. Thus he began his first case.

It started off with him using his contacts to conduct some sly sleuthing. It inevitably turned into an old-school brawl that led to the arrest of several yakuza members. Yusuke had regained some confidence then, and had done such a great job that he opened up his own private investigation office. Word on the street of his bust had gotten out, and for nearly thirty-six months he had a reputable streak of luck when it came to solving cases. However, his savings were shrinking again. Kuwabara even had to pick up the lunch tab the other day, and he was unemployed.

His last case was an old woman looking for her grandson. Yusuke found him at school, in his scheduled class. The woman was merely going senile, and even wrote the check wrong. If Yusuke had complained, he would have appeared to be an ungrateful bastard.

But now…

The door to his office creaked open, inviting the wind from outside to fold the newspaper at its corners. Yusuke did not bother to look up quickly, but the visitor managed to gain his attention.

"Detective Urameshi," the voice with a tinge of tenor said. "I was happy to find that you were still in the business, and was hoping you could assist me just one last time." Still in the business? One last time? That voice…it was so familiar! Yusuke quickly did a scan through his thoughts of past clients, but could not figure out who had such a voice.

Raising his gaze, he first fell upon black boots, then a brown trench coat. This client was certainly tall, not to mention rich from the quality of his clothing. It was then that he saw his face; commanding honey eyes and tender coffee colored hair falling ear-length upon slender fair-skinned cheeks. It was unusual how much the man reminded him of Shizuru.

"Koenma?" Yusuke blinked, his attention drawn totally on his former employer and friend.

The Prince of Hell glanced at him, pondering if Yusuke was still just as strong as he was when he was a teenager, or if the drugs he had read about in his file had forever weakened him. Koenma shook the thought from his head, and went straight to the point, stating, "I'll pay you more than enough to just buy yourself a new razor, Yusuke. The question is, are you willing to take on the job?"

"And what is this job?" Yusuke inquired, remembering that Koenma would often leave out crucial details when it came to missions.

"What else could it be, Yusuke?" the deity mused, placing his hands deep into the pockets of his coat. "We've got a string of supernatural occurrences that need looking at. Naturally I thought of you."

"Uh huh…" remarked Yusuke, annoyed. He stood from his chair and scornfully asked, "And where were you over three years ago?"

"Three years ago?" the brunet perked an eyebrow upward. "Yusuke, you know I couldn't have allowed you to speak to your mother. She was a murder victim, and there are strict cosmic laws about that sort of thing." Yusuke pounded his fists on the table in a small temper-tantrum, prompting Koenma to say, "Believe me. She wanted to see you, but she couldn't until her spirit was put to rest. YOU helped with that, Yusuke. I brought her to my office once she was free of her inner spiritual turmoil, and informed her about everything."

"Oh, so why can't I see her now?" Yusuke chided in return. It was of a great relief to him that he had saved his mother's spirit from eternal suffering; however, he still needed to make verbal amends with her.

"Actually, Yusuke" Koenma said, "if you let me finish, I can fill you in on all the details."

"Fine."

"Good," the prince nodded. "After her release from torment, I made an exception and gave Atsuko a job in the Spirit World offices. She often spoke of you, but despite her requests, no one was ever allowed to show her how you've been living. My father recently decreed that upon completion of this case, Yusuke, you may return to Spirit World to speak with her. But only if you finish the mission."

"Now that's the kind of offer that I've just been waiting to hear!" Yusuke shouted, a little too giddy for the morbidness surrounding the deal. He finished his celebrative gestures and asked, "And there's money in it for me, right?"

"Yes, Yusuke," Koenma smiled. "It's nice to see you haven't changed much. You'll be heading to Akuryou city." The young man took his left hand out of his pocket and produced an envelope. "This is your train ticket and map. I've already booked a four-bedroom suite at the encircled hotel for you, and will pay your landlords until your return. The money doesn't come out of the case reward ei-"

"Four bedroom suite?" Yusuke pondered aloud. "Not that I mind a suite and all, but isn't that a little excessive?"

Koenma smirked even more, pressing the limits of his facial muscles. Perhaps Yusuke needed to brush up on his deduction skills. He chuckled, "Of course not, unless of course, you don't mind sharing a bed with two guys and an extremely annoyed demon."

To Be Continued…


Akuryou city is fictional, as far as I know. I am trying very hard not to make this a spoiler fic, so keep that in mind. Also consider that it is slightly AU, as all fan-fiction is (Since fan-fiction never happened).

No official pairings yet, if at all. Romance is not the center of this story, or at least not this particular arc.

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