Chapter 1

Anya never really enjoyed flying in airplanes; it made her uncomfortable being stuck in a small vessel that, if bad luck were to happen, could break down and crash in the sea. Of course, a wreck like that probably wouldn't kill the vixen demoness but she didn't really want to swim all the way to Tokyo. She would much rather run in the open areas of the Demon World rather than the constrictive ties of Humans and their inventions to make their lives so much easier. She hates it in this world for all the pollution in the air from vehicles, smog and extra carbon dioxide smothers scents which her nose so very much relies on for locating prey.

"Good morning, passengers, this is your captain speaking, we are now nearing Tokyo Airport so if you would please fasten your seatbelts, turn off all electrical devices and remain seated at all times, then we will commence landing." The captain states over the speakers in which is translated in Japanese for the remainder of the passengers.

Anya knows her Japanese well. In Demon World, that's usually the prime language for that is what was taught to humans in the early eras. Of course, Anya wasn't around during that time. She's old; just not that old. The Demon Masters were the ones who first created her kind. These were creatures with mixtures of humans and animals, or, sometimes, they appeared human altogether. There are different classes, but, to sum it up, elves, dwarves and gods are classified as "otherworldly creatures" by humans. Humans forget their history, but the immortals don't.

The plane lands roughly, the wheels flirting with the ground below, agitating the young vixen. A baby in a row beside her wails in protest as the mother half-heartedly soothes the infant. Anya sighs and leans over, whispering a soft spell to put the child to sleep; with a satisfied smile, Anya waits until the little green light flicks on and unbuttons her seat belt, followed by grabbing her carry-on bag and leaving as soon as the door pops open.

Anya rummages through the purse strapped to her shoulder, searching for her pleasant little device called an iPod. With a smirk of satisfaction, she removes the instrument, untangles her headphones and presses play to Bad Romance by Lady Gaga as she waits for her luggage. Fortunately, this vixen packed lightly; she has to be used to traveling lightly in case the heat from her job gets a little too intense.

A pink bag with loads of bleeding hearts drawn with a black and red sharpie undoubtedly from her human friends she left behind because of her job. With a euphoric smile, Anya grabs the handle and hauls the package from the conveyor belt and tosses it over her shoulder so the bulk is against her shoulder blade before walking away.

Anya walks out the airport and down the sidewalk not feeling like being cramped in yet another of the human's contraptions. A good stroll will ease away her tensions and give her a feel of the new environment; a new territory for her to explore.

Anya breathes in the scent of the wilderness, of humans and of the few demons that made their home amongst the mortals. The wind blows a cool breeze, caressing the trees that shudder and release their yellow pollen into the welcoming air. The vixen closes her eyes and stands still, welcoming the sensation from mother earth. Her hair billows away from her face, stretching her long, curled brown hair back smoothly.

A vibration in her pocket disturbs Anya's pleasant moment of bonding with nature; with a sigh, she reaches in her pocket and pulls out a crimson cell phone with the digital letters saying "Mickey". Shaking her head, Anya flips open the phone and presses the speaker to her ear awaiting orders from her oh so mysterious client.

"Anya." The masculine voice mutters

"Mickey Mouse." Anya replies. She never was quite sure why her client went by that name; she sometimes wonders if he was really named that or he just doesn't want her coming after him later, but, either way, she needs his money. "Well, I'm here in Tokyo, so about where I will stay…"

"There's a motel a few blocks where you are at now. Once there, you will already find a room paid in cash. He will give you a room then wait for my call." Mickey Mouse states before hanging up.

"Boy, this 'ought to be fun." Anya mutters to herself then shuts her phone and starts walking again, searching for the motel her temporary boss told her.

Anya smiles as she watches the setting sun paint a beautiful array of colors in the sky; the pink molds in with the purple while orange blossoms between completely overwhelming the once pure blue as night slowly creeps. Dark clouds swirl forward, tucking away the sun away and unveiling the bright, crescent moon that eagerly waits.

A motel sign appears dimly lit for wary travelers of the night. The pale pink walls of the scattered rooms make Anya cringe in disgust. Paint curls away from the source with doors barely on their hinges left wide open for any person to walk through. The green roof has a few wooden boards barely covering holes from past storms and a few windows have spider web cracks in the glass.

"There is no way I am sleeping here. This man has got to be seriously messed up in the head if he thinks that a girl like me will even think about resting here for the night. I'm sorry. I think I'll take my chances in the forest." Anya growls in irritation as she turns on her heel and strides towards the cloaked woods.

Suddenly, her cell phone rings and the digital words "Mickey Mouse" appear in green. Anya flips it open, prepared to give this man a piece of her mind but he speaks first, cutting her off from her rant.

"Get in the motel, Anya. Or I will tell the Spirit Detectives your exact location." Mickey Mouse snarls.

"Sure you will. And doing that will surely risk yourself to being prison bound. Guilty by association, remember?"

"Listen, little fox, if you want this money –which, by the way, I am paying a generous amount – I suggest you do as you're told. I understood that you were the best at this job so if I wanted your input on something, I would ask for it. Now, get in the motel, or you are fired." With that lingering statement, the dull sound of a hung up phone resonates within Anya's ear.

"What a douche!" Anya yells as she shuts her phone and stomps one foot. "I am a girl with high standards and that rat infested- ah!"

With a reluctant groan, Anya walks through the glass door with a cockeyed "welcome" sign wrapped on the handle. A man with a stomach too massive for his stained, white wife-beater sits behind a counter reading a magazine with "XXX" written in bold lettering on the front ignores the ring of a potential customer walking through the door. He scratches his oily hair beneath his grimy hat and flips the page eagerly as Anya shudders in disgust.

"Ahem. I would like my room sometime soon." Anya mutters barely grasping the man's attention.

He grunts a few incoherent words and rummages around the wall of keys before grasping a golden key off its hinge. He tosses the object on the counter and flips the page to his magazine. Anya's eye twitches in annoyance and places a hand on her hip.

"Do I need to sign my name or something?"

"Nah, lady, just go." The man says with a gruff voice.

"Whatever, pervert."

Anya grabs the key and hauls her luggage over her shoulder as she walks out and searches for room 17. She unlocks the meager door and switches on the light expecting to find rats, spiders and cockroaches but is greeted to the sight of two beds with matching pink blankets. She sets her baggage on the ground and places a hand on her hip, investigating the area with her lips pursed.

"Well, at least it has a bed. But I don't think I'll want to sleep on any of these sheets. Lord knows when the last time they have been washed."

Anya shuts the door and locks it with the feeble chain and ensures a false sense of security. With a sigh, Anya tilts her head to the side and runs her fingers through her curly black hair waiting for her body to relax. When her shoulders drop, Anya smiles, readying herself for the transition from her human form to that of her demon self.

The curly black locks of Anya's hair suddenly straighten and lighten to a beautiful auburn color, her human ears disappear and two orange fox ears with white tips emerge atop her head. Her tailbone extends to form a fluffy, orange extremity that swishes happily from the release. Anya opens her eyes, revealing her two emerald orbs that scan the area intensely for any intruders. With heightened senses, Anya hears the scurrying noises of rats in the walls and even the faint moans of a man and his whore in the neighboring room.

"Those two better not keep me up all night or I swear I will kill them." Anya growls knowing full well that she would never harm a human intentionally. Demons, though, she hardly minds slaughtering.

The rose colored phone rang on the fake wooden desk beside on of the beds making Anya sigh and extend her arm toward the annoyance. She mutters a "hello" staring with mild interest at the beige walls in front of her.

"Good girl. I see you made it to your room. Now, you will attend Meiou High School. Once there, you will change your name to Anastasia Revard and I want you to get as much information on a boy named Shuichi Minamino. Understand?"

"Mh hm… I got it. Anything else I should know?" Anya murmurs sleepily.

"Yes. Be sure to hide that demonic aura of yours. The new Spirit Detectives might catch you."

"Spirit Detectives? You mean Koenma has a new one?" Anya states in disbelief. She remembers Sensui rather well. "What happened to Sensui?"

"Yusuke Urameshi killed him. He is also the new Rekai Tantei. The Spirit Detective. It won't be hard for you to detect him; he can hardly control himself. Be at school early tomorrow morning." With that final word, Mickey Mouse hangs up leaving Anya with her memories.

Sensui… Died…

Anya slams her fist on the ground as tears stream down her cheeks watching her memories replay behind her eyes like her own personal movie. She remembers hiding in the warehouse listening to her parents and siblings agonizing screams as they were being tortured by humans. She remembers Sensui raging through the double doors, startling the executioners and the already dying victims. She remembers Sensui losing his composure and slaughtering the inhumane humans and then approaching the sobbing Anya. He lifts her into his arms and cradles her, promising that she will be safe and everything will be fine.

"No…" Anya whispers "I swear Yusuke Urameshi will pay with his life for this injustice!"