Signed, Anonymous : Breached
A/N: This is another AU (audience boos) I'm sorry, but I swear everyone will be in character all the time! This is a combination of Die Hard 4 with the actual hacker group called Anonymous. I found them on a site called encyclopedia dramatica. Look them up on that site, and scroll down to the second video. It will give you chills. Read and Review!
I
Hiei Jaganshi walked down the streets of Washington D.C., one suitcase in his hand. The July sun beat down on him, his black suit not doing much to repel heat. His red eyes narrowed as he found an ice cream stand.
It couldn't hurt.
Soon, Hiei found himself waiting in line for a delicious frozen treat. As he ordered, children screamed in the street, chasing one another. Adults sat on their stoops, trying to get cool. Hiei took the cone and left a crumpled five dollar bill.
His business shoes clicked on the hot asphalt. He licked his ice cream like it was a mission. No smile on his face. He came to a small house, that was almost swallowed up by the towering apartment complexes around it.
Gripping the handle on his suitcase tightly, Hiei opened the door, closing it behind him quietly.
II
A young woman sat in front of a computer screen. Her pink eyes were fiery with concentration as her fingers typed endlessly. Tick-tick-tick. She blew the bangs that were sticking to her forehead up.
Then, straightening her back, she hit ENTER.
Boom.
Her victim's page was spammed. Endless comments on her Deviant Art page. The girl ran her fingers through her blue hair. Another person to face justice. She heard the door to her temporary house open.
"Hello?" Botan pressed a few buttons, causing the computer to hold at screen saver. She grabbed an automatic pistol from off of the side table. "You're trespassing on private property!"
Numbers scrolled down in front of her eyes. She deducted the probability of the intruder coming straight for her voice, or evading it. Her calculations were done in a matter of seconds.
"Come out! Now!"
She fell silent and snuck around into the opposite room, a firm grip on the trigger. She heard something drop in the kitchen.
III
Hiei still licked at his ice cream as he snuck around to the kitchen.
"Hello?"
A voice came from the other room. Hiei stood still. Silent as bones.
"You're trespassing! I'll call the police, and then we'll see how you handle yourself."
Hiei smirked and began to move again. That was when he knocked a fork onto the tile.
Shit.
IV
There you are, you miserable...
Pink eyes widened.
"You can put the gun down, Botan."
Botan, the young woman, blinked. She lowered the weapon and tucked it into her pants.
"What are you doing here?"
The intruder put out his hand, and Botan took it. He smiled.
"It's been too long." He stepped forward, his white cane shuffling along softly. "We want to meet with you."
Botan smiled as Yomi's hand passed over her face. Her eyes closed as he felt them. Then her cheeks. Her lips. Everything.
"Why not just come here?"
Yomi frowned, his unseeing eyes actually meeting Botan's.
"Things are about to get messy. Really messy. Even our followers on 4chan are getting restless."
The girl bit her lower lip.
"Damn. Then it really is serious." Yomi nodded and there was a silence. "Where and when?"
"Tomorrow, the Stardust Diner, in Washington D.C. At four."
Botan whined.
"D.C.? That's far! Come on, a little closer, please?"
Yomi shook his head.
"Sorry. D.C. it is." He turned and Botan linked her arm with his, not guiding him, but escorting him outside. "It's good to hear your voice again."
Botan smiled and kissed him on the cheek affectionately.
"You and Youko shouldn't send me on so many far away missions then."
They walked outside, and a boat was waiting for Yomi, a teenager sitting inside. The blind man was helped into speed boat, his cane being tugged in last. Botan stood on the dock and had her hand on her hips.
"I'm glad that you stopped by."
All Yomi gave was a quick salute before rocketing across the water. Botan sighed, all alone on a little island on Lake George.
Well, I might as well start packing.
V
A red haired man ran into the kitchen, baseball bat in hand. Hiei smirked as he licked his ice cream.
"I'm going to say that you're over reacting just a little bit."
His cool tenor voice never varied in pitch. The red haired man lowered the bat.
"Hiei?"
The short black haired male finished his ice cream.
"Kurama."
The two men stared at each other. That was when Kurama hugged Hiei briefly, then shook his hand.
"Christ, Hiei. At least call before you stop by." The red head had a pair of glasses on. "How was your work? Did it go well?"
Hiei shrugged and began to take off his cloak, secretly savoring the air conditioning that was pumping through Kurama's house. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his white business shirt.
"Hn. It was normal." He threw his jacket on a chair as they both made their way to the living room. "Since when do you wear glasses?"
Kurama sat down in front of a computer.
"Since being too close to the computer ruins your eyes."
Hiei flopped down on the couch and closed his eyes.
"Computers. The one product of technology that will never catch my interest."
Kurama was typing fast, red locks falling in front of his face.
"You really should reconsider." He pressed ENTER on a forum board. "Computers are amazing."
Hiei leaned his head back and stretched.
"At least what I do for a living is real."
Kurama's fingers were still typing away.
"Computers are just as dangerous as you are, Hiei."
Hiei, eyes still closed, dug around on his belt and threw two pistols on the table.
"I doubt that."
Hours passed. Hiei slept, jet lag catching up with him. By the time he had woken up, it was dark out. His eyes cracked open and he sat up.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Kurama was still in front of the computer, but he had gotten up to make himself some toast. Hiei saw the plate full of crumbs on the table. "I wasted the whole day."
Kurama swivelled around in his chair, cracking his knuckles.
"It looked like you needed it." He smirked, sipping a juice carton. "Besides, you are much sweeter in your sleep." He tilted his head back and laughed. "You don't pester me for being a nerd."
Hiei rose his eyebrows.
"Those glasses don't help."
The two best friends laughed. Kurama patted his stomach and stood.
"Hungry?"
Hiei licked his lips.
"Yeah."
Kurama pulled out a fifty dollar bill.
"Good. Go get some Chinese food."
Hiei grunted in annoyance, swiping the fifty from his old friend.
"The usual?"
Kurama nodded, back on the computer. Hiei tucked the fifty into his pocket and walked out of the door. As he walked down the street, he felt like he was being watched. The man stopped, frowned, and then shook off the feeling as him just being paranoid.
Poor Hiei.
He didn't know just how wrong he was.
VI
Botan had a backpack harnessed to her back as she sped down the highway on her motorcycle. Her helmet reflected the street lights right back at them. Her cell phone vibrated. The girl rolled her eyes and pulled over.
"What?"
The sound of an old friend chuckled on the other line.
"Is that really how you greet an old friend?"
The girl sighed.
"No, Youko, but I was speeding down the highway, on the way to D.C. to meet you."
Another laugh. Then he cleared his throat.
"Enough small talk." Botan put her hand on her hip, waiting. "I need the service of my beloved Ferry Girl."
Pink eyes widened.
"What would you like done, Anonymous?"
VII
Somewhere in Washington...
Two pale hands worked feverishly on a keyboard.
"Firewall C is broken."
A row of computers glowed, illuminating the faces of the hackers.
"Installing virus."
"Deleting Abort codes."
"Control mainframe is ours, sir."
One stood over to watch them all. His skinny lips turned upwards.
"Good." He wrung his hands in anticipation. "Begin."
The keyboards kept on typing as chaos was ENTERED.
VIII
Yusuke walked into the CIA headquarters just outside the White House. It was eight o'clock at night, the beginning of his day.
"What's up?"
His intern, Kazuma Kuwabara, ran up to him.
"NSA has been shambles for the past fifteen minutes." He pointed to a huge computer screen at the head of the station. "Their Firewalls are being eaten by some virus. Every time we try to counter it, it mutates."
The Head of the CIA ran his fingers through his raven black hair.
"Fuck." He clenched his fists. "Get me the head of NSA! Now!"
IX
The President of the United States woke up. He gazed over at the clock.
Damn... eight o'clock. He had been getting up too early lately. He turned to see his wife. She was still sleeping. He got up and quietly walked to the door, opening it and closing it behind him.
He opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of milk. He sighed.
Maybe I should see a doctor... but hey, no one ever said being the President would be a stress free job...
He sighed and stepped into the Oval Office. He finished the milk and then went to let himself out.
Click.
Frowning, the President tried again.
The door wouldn't budge.
"Hello, President Koenma." The voice playing over the intercom system was scrambled. Koenma's blood ran cold. "We've come to show the world just how pathetic the United States of America really is."
X
Mukuro, head of NSA, ran to Yusuke, her single eye furious.
"What the hell, Urameshi? We're losing our Firewalls fast! We can't retaliate!"
The Head of CIA took out a cigarette and took a long drag.
"What can we do in the outside? That's what we need to focus on right now." Mukuro was biting back a sarcastic remark. "If we are going down, we should try and find those who did it." Another drag. "Or those who could help."
Mukuro sighed.
"I had the feeling you would say something like that." She pulled out a file. "Try this guy. He's well known in the underground and 4chan. We think that he might be involved with Anonymous."
Yusuke took the file, but then realized just what the head of NSA had just said.
"You think Anonymous is behind this?"
"Almost positive. A video feed is currently running through our database, and the style is similar to that of Anonymous."
Yusuke groaned and opened the file.
"Ooh! A pretty boy." He tilted his head to the side. "Kurama Shuiichi?"
Mukuro frowned.
"He lives right in the city, but we've never been able to get close to him. Should I send out some of my agents to try again?"
Yusuke shook his head.
"No... I've got just the guy."
XI
Kurama Shuiichi rolled a bit back from the computer screen, his glasses sliding down his nose.
"Dammit... come on. Give me something. Anything."
For two years now, Kurama and tried so hard to get in contact with Anonymous. The mysterious legion. The invincible hackers. He yearned to be one of them since he saw their video response to Fox Five News back in 2006.
He was on 4chan, a website where Anonymous has been seen, and he was trying to prove himself. He hacked into drama queens user accounts, he spammed, he even made viruses, a dangerous profession in this day and age. But still, nothing.
That was when his screen turned black.
"What?"
Nothing. The monitor was still on, and the modem was still whirring.
"Oh come on!" He gritted his teeth. He had no idea how his computer could have frozen, but it did. "Please, don't crap out on me."
That was when green text typed itself on the screen.
Hello, Kurama Shuiichi.
Kurama leaned in to the screen. He cautiously touched the keyboard and typed.
Who are you?
A brief pause.
I am the Judge. Judge? Kurama had never heard of him. I am a Judge to see if you are worthy of Anonymous.
Instantly, the adrenalin was up and Kurama's mouth fell open.
What do I have to do?
The letters appeared instantly.
Work your way through the maze of this fair city. The rows and rows of buildings. Under the Midnight Moon you will see your Guide.
Signed... Anonymous.
His hands shook. He scrawled a quick note for Hiei and left out the front door, not even turning off the computer.
XII
Hiei was walking back home, a bag of hot, greasy Chinese food in his left hand. His pocket vibrated, and Hiei pulled out his cell phone, flipping it open and holding it to his ear.
"Speak to me."
On the other end, shouts and commands were being issued.
"Hiei, old buddy!"
The man stopped.
"Yusuke?" His tone turned dark. "What do you want?"
The Head of the CIA chortled.
"Not happy to hear from me, I presume?"
"You told me that the last time I would hear from you was a month ago. I just got back from that little request of a mission!"
The CIA head paused.
"Oh, that little adventure in Germany? I appreciate it, but I need another favor."
Hiei was almost back to Kurama's house.
"Can't you get one of your own to handle it?"
"Nope. They've never been able to get their hands on the guy."
Get their hands on him? Maybe it's not an assassination this time. Hiei had been friendly with Yusuke, but when he joined the CIA, they fell out of touch. Not so much because they were not friends, but more because Hiei wasn't exactly making a legal living.
"So, what is this, grab and chuck him over to you operation?"
Yusuke's phone broke up a little bit. He must have been moving.
"Yeah. Nothing big, just nab this guy and bring him to me."
Hiei opened the door to Kurama's house and slipped inside, setting the Chinese food on the table.
"Who is it?"
Hiei took out some plates and forks.
"A hot shot hacker named Kurama Shuiichi."
Hiei froze. Kurama? No. Never.
"Get your own men to do it. I'm not interested."
He tried to be as cold and calm as possible as he clicked END. He just dumped everything on the table.
"Kurama!" He stormed through the house. "KURAMA!"
He's gone. Hiei slammed his fist into the wall, gritting his teeth. Dammit! He stormed into the living room, and saw a piece of paper on the desk, next to the computer.
Out. Be back later.
Hiei frowned, kicking his computer chair out of frustration. The screen, once black, flickered to life.
Hello, Kurama Shuiichi.
Who are you?
Hiei squinted as he leaned forward. Kurama was... having a conversation... right before he left.
I am the Judge. I am a Judge to see if you are worthy of Anonymous.
What do I have to do?
Work your way through the maze of this fair city. The rows and rows of buildings. Under the Midnight Moon you will see your Guide.
Signed... Anonymous.
Hiei broke out running, knowing exactly where Kurama was going.
XIII
The hacker panted as he jogged down alleyways and the streets of Washington. He stopped and wiped sweat off of his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.
Damn it. It was the new moon tonight, so there was no Midnight Moon to speak of in the night sky. It must be a store... a club... something.
His eyes rolled up as a blue light flickered. His green eyes widened as his pupils shrank.
There... in neon blue light, was a blue moon. The letters under it spelled Midnight Moon.
Kurama quickly sprinted until he was under the sign, and he looked in the window of the dark store. He almost flushed.
It was a porn parlor. Sex toys, videos, and magazines were stacked inside the closed shop. The hacker slumped and let his muscles relax. Great. I'm going to miss my chance to be Judged.
"Mr. Shuiichi."
Kurama looked up. A voice. It came from the deepest and darkest part of the alley.
"Hello?"
He stepped out from under the moon and into the darkness. He came to a clearing, one little flickering lamp his light.
"Good evening, Mr. Shuiichi. I'm glad that you figured out my little riddle."
Whoever was meeting with him was using a voice scrambler. Kurama had expected no less.
"Me too."
"I trust that you will be loyal to Anonymous. We do wish to have such a talent on board."
"Of course."
"You understand that not all of your work will be glorious. That if you ever make it to the top, you will have to become truly anonymous."
Kurama looked around. As far as he could see, no one was in front of him. That was when a figure dropped down from above.
It's face turned up, and it was wearing a mask. A mask made of black porcelain with crinkled eyes and a joyous upturned mouth. The person, his Judge, was wearing a hat with silent bells.
Kurama Shuiichi's Judge was a Jester.
"Is there something you want me to do? To make?"
The Jester had a belt around it's slender waist. It was shapely, as if wearing a fencing outfit. It could have been a man or a woman, Kurama would never know. The Jester slid its hands down to it's belt.
"This is for you." The Jester handed him a cell phone. "It's very special, so don't lose it. We'll contact you. That's how it works."
The Jester bowed mockingly. Just as it began to straighten its back again, a sharp cry was heard.
"Kurama!"
The hacker turned swiftly, the blood draining rapidly from his face.
"Hiei?"
His friend stopped when he saw the Jester.
"It is understood that no one is to be brought!" The Jester reached behind itself, to grab something off of it's belt. "I thought you were a good man, Mr. Shuiichi!"
Hiei was too fast for the Judge Jester. His hand had already whipped to his side and grabbed the pistol. Reacting on pure instinct to protect his best and closest of friends, Hiei fired a round into the Jester's chest.
The Jester tell backwards, and the light went out. Hiei ran up to Kurama.
"Kurama, you need to get ou–"
Light flashed on, causing the two men to squint and cover their faces.
"Good going, Hiei! I knew you were a good man!"
Yusuke's voice rose into the air. The entire SWAT team was there, big lights and even a helicopter. Kurama stepped away from Hiei.
"You... you sold me... out?"
Guns were raised and Hiei dropped the pistol. Kurama was forced up against the wall and handcuffed. As green eyes clashed with red, they both looked towards where the mysterious Jester had been.
It was gone. Just as mysteriously as it had appeared.
XIV
A/N: Phew! Please, tell me if you like this idea! Was everyone In Character? Any OCCness? Did you like Yomi and Youko? Please, leave a little note! Thank you, thank you! I do love all of you!
-mia