Notice: This is the original chapter one, but I added a few things to it. For example, the ending. You will see as you read on.
Former Spirit Detective Shinobu Sensui is working on foraging a tunnel between human and demon world, thus ending the human race. Yusuke Urameshi and his friends have exactly one week to defeat Sensui, along with his other six henchmen. What they do not know is that there's an eighth psychic lurking in the shadows, and her target is neither Yusuke nor the human race, but King Enma himself.
(Sniper/Senko, if you stand on your head and wear 3D glasses)
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho does not belong to me. All hopes of it being mine at all are just wishful thinking.
Chapter One: Meeting Senko Okuda, Enter Shinobu Sensui
"Senko! Senko! You'd best hurry up, or you'll be late!" a women's voice called out. In a matter of minutes, there was a hard padding of shoes running down the hallway, and emerged a girl, of about 17. She had long black hair that was pulled into a braid, loose strands nearly covering her glassy emerald eyes. She wore a long sleeved black shirt with a green tie, and a green and black plaid mini. Black, flat slippers adorned her white, knee high socked feet.
Senko grabbed her book bag and headed out the door, not saying goodbye to her mother. As she turned out of the drive way, a small figure jumped out at her, causing her to shriek. When she saw who it was, she glared at the small boy, who looked to be around 7 or 8, in a lion costume
"Goddamnit Haru, I'm not in the mood for your childish games," she brushed past her younger brother. "Go annoy mom."
The walk to school was a long one, but she didn't mind. She hated the bus, because of its noisy passengers, from the rowdy, screaming high school students, to the demanding senior citizens
As Senko turned around the corner, she saw the biggest group of preps right near the entrance of Utomi High School. Senko burned each of their images into her mind with hate and disgust.
And the one who got the evil eye was Watanabe Sakura. The most popular girl in school.
Standing at about 5 ft 2, she was shorter than Senko by 5 inches. Sakura had shoulder length red hair with black streaks and light baby blue eyes. Her face was supporting a rosy pink blush and her eyelids were buried under dark blue eye shadow. Her eyelashes were caked with black mascara and her lips glowed a fire engine red. Like Senko, she wore the exact same uniform, but a little different. For instance, her black blouse, which usually consisted of long sleeves, had been hemmed and reached a just a few inches past her shoulders. The blouse's neckline plunged downward, and strained against her double D breast. The green and black plaid skirt however, remained just the same length as everybody else's, and on her feet with black high heels instead of slippers. She was smirking at her friends, while clutching her boyfriend, Dai Kirishima, around the waist. She turned around and planted a long, passionate kiss on his lips.
"So," she said in a seductive whisper just loud enough for everyone to hear, "How about fourth period we blow this joint and you can come back to my house?" she formed her lips into a kiss and made the noise with her lips for emphasis, "After all, nobody's home." Dai gave her a very suggestive smile, answering with, "Oooh, Daddy's little girl is being very naughty now isn't she?" Sakura laughed and pecked him on the cheek.
"That's what I like to hear," she smiled and they entered make out paradise, his hands wandering up her shirt. Senko could hear Sakura laughing at the feeling in pleasure, and not caring that she was on school grounds, doing these actions right in front of the entire student body. In all honesty, Senko was extremely surprised that ANY parent would let their daughter leave the house looking like a prostitute.
Her black slipper splashed into a puddle, as she crossed the street, her eyes averted into the grey of pavement. She ignored the sounds of horns and angry voices, of road hogs stricken with a serious case of road rage, giving anyone the finger for even the smallest reasons.
The once pale grey sky now changed to murky pewter, and rain poured. Pedestrians rushed around, each with either an umbrella or newspaper for coverage. Senko let the rain fall onto her as if it were a blessing of some sort. She allowed it to come, as a young child would allow a treat to pass through their lips. It wasn't long before her hair was drenched with water, her shoes making soppy noises as she walked.
She finally reached Utomi High School. It wasn't a very large building, mind you. Just big enough to fit three hundred and fifty students.
She ignored each and every one of them as she walked through the halls and entered her classroom.As expected, Sensei was writing down important notes on the board, lecturing the students as he wrote.
Senko would have loved nothing more than to slip in unnoticed, but it wasn't long before her shoes made her obvious. Sensei turned,the marker still in his left hand.
"Late again, Ms. Okuda?" he stated, raising an eyebrow. A few students smirked and sniggered. Sakura made her fake, high pitched laughter known and pointed at Senko, and soon, almost everyone joined in. Senko shrugged and took her seat. Sensei sighed and turned back to what he was doing.
"And so, class, after our little discussion, who here can tell what Hitler's purpose of the holocaust was?" Sensei asked. Only a few hands went up. He made a head gesture to one.
"Uhm…The whole purpose was to…was to…was annihilate Jews, homosexuals, or anyone Hitler considered inferior to the Aryan race." He said. Sensei clapped his hands.
"Excellent. Ten points goes to group to five. Now, can anyone here name a death camp? Anyone? Ah, yes…you?"
Auschwitz." Sensei once again clapped his hands.
"Ten points to Group four."
The endless words seemed to drone into Senko's mind, as she stared out the window, out at the rain. Out into the pouring rain.
She longed to be outside in the rain. It looked so calm and serene. Free to wash away whatever it desired. Free to fall from wherever it wished. She wished she could do that.
"Hey, freak." Her thoughts were interrupted. Senko turned around and certainly wasn't surprised to see Sakura smirking at her. Senko glared her with an icy stare.
"What do you want?" she said with a voice that could freeze fire. Sakura giggled.
"Why do you wear that outfit? That is like, so lat year." Sakura countered and a few of her friends sniggered.
Ok, so this girl, from her reputation, wasn't a virgin, and that question got Senko thinking, "Has all that cum gone to her head and clogged her brain?" Instead, Senko rolled her eyes and said, "Take a look at your body Sakura, we're both wearing the same uniform." She smirked at the heavily made up girl. Sakura scoffed.
"Yea, only difference long sleeves went way out of style. You must be pretty proud of yourself, being the only one with no fashion sense." This comment had her friends cracking up. Senko frowned again.
"My god, how stupid could this girl get?" she thought. But, she didn't want trouble. Just four weeks ago, she had been suspended for punching a student. She had no wishes to be suspended again.
"Sakura, please mind your own damn business. I don't want trouble with you or anyone. Now, leave me alone."
But if there was one thing Sakura never learned not to do, it was push the little red button. Although her finger was on it, she wasn't applying pressure…yet.
"Ahhh, is wittle Senko too scared to insult me?" Sakura teased. A blonde girl, by the name of Arisa Matsamuto sniggers as she said, "No she's not, she's just too dumb to think of one. I mean look at her hair and her clothes, I mean, HELLO it's called a brush and umbrella." They laughed even harder.
Wow, wonder how long it took her to com up with that one? Senko thought, but still her eys nearly glowed red.
"I gave you all a warning," Senko growled so low it would have sent a demon running, "Heed it, and I won't have to kill you." This only made tears roll down their faces. This was seriously getting annoying. She wouldn't have been surprised if those twats had been giggling while at gunpoint.
"Oh no I'm so scared! The fashion monster is going to eat me up, oh help, somebody save us.!" Sakura, Arisa, and a brown haired girl by the name of Miya Tsukino all clutched each other in mock fear, and broke down into another set of hysterical laughter. Senko's eyes were almost turning red as she clutched her fists.
Don't loose you temper, she thought. Stay calm, keep your cool. Whatever you do, DON'T. LOOSE . YOUR . COOL.
Miya finally spoke up, "We shouldn't' be making fun of her you guys, " she smirked, "After all, it's not her fault her mother is a lazy stoner who's too poor to afford respectable clothing."
This time, Senko bared her teeth.
"You take that back." She seethed. She really wasn't in the mood. But the girls continued.
"Yea I heard that she got pregnant at fourteen to a retarded kid and then to another retarded kid," Arisa remained them.
"I SAID take it back." Senko growled.
"Oh, did you know that her brother was unwanted baby? But her mother was too poor to have an abortion and so had him. Figures. She's too poor to do anything smart." Sakura smirked.
Ok, they had just pressed the little red button, because no one insulted her baby brother or her mother and got away with it.
WHAM! Senko's fist connected with Sakura's nose, causing river of blood to gush out, and she slammed to the floor. In a rage, her two followers dived onto Senko and in matter of minutes, they were wrestling on the floor. In the background the students were chanting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT," and Dai ran up to Sakura, exclaiming, "Oh my god, baby are you all right?"
As the girls fought, Sensei tried yelling over the noise. Finally, he and three other students pulled the three girls away from each other. Senko got out with a few scraps and her braid had been undone, while Arisa and Miya both had bloody noses and black eyes.
"Ms. Okuda, go straight to the principles office now." Sensei nearly screamed pointing g at the door." He then wrote a referral.
Senko grabbed her book bag and wrenched open the door, and walked out, closing it with such a force, it made huge dent in the wall.
With anger, Senko read the referral:
STUDENT NAME: Okuda, Senko.
TEACHER: Urashima Ryozo.
PERIOD: 2nd
TIME EXCUSED FROM CLASS: 9: 45
REASON FOR REFERALL: Student has been a disruption to the class, and physically attacked three fellow classmates, causing possible injury.
She wanted to tear it up. She wanted to destroy it. She longed to rip it into shreds. But, that would get her in even more trouble.
"WOULD MS. OKUDA SENKO PLEASE REPORT TO PRINCIPLE KISHIMIMOTO'S OFFICE, I REPEAT WOULD MS. OKUDA SENKO PLEASE REPORT TO PRICIPLE KISHIMIOTO'S OFFICE?" A female voice with a nasally sound boomed over the loud speaker.
Oh she could just hear the entire school cracking up, as if it were the funniest thing they had ever heard.
She turned the corner and opened the office door, and knocked on the door to the Principle's office. There was a gruff, "Enter," and she opened it and at down in front of the principle, him never releasing his eyes form his newspaper.
"All right, Ms. Okuda, what are you in for again?" he asked in a questioning tone, almost like a detective questioned a suspect. Senko slammed the referral down onto his desk, and the principle looked at it, finally removing his gaze from the news paper. He sighed and shook his head.
"Senko, Senko,. Senko. What am I going to do with you? This is the fifth time in just three months you've been in my office. Did you really have to punch these students?" Senko was ready to defend herself.
"If you had heard what they were saying, you'd agree with me that they more than deserved it." She argued in a strong voice. The principle, however, paid no attention as he held up his hand, and shook his head, not caring about what she had to say. Then again, no one in this school did.
"This is unacceptable behavior," he continued, as if she had said nothing, "You do realize that I must impress upon you the seriousness of your actions." He leaned back in his chair, with his eyebrow raised.
"Let me make this perfectly clear to you, Ms. Okuda This is my school. I built it with my very own hands." Senko glared at him.
"Just who does this creature think he is? What gives him the right to act with the air of a lord over me?" she thought, but held her tongue the way he treated her, she would have loved to spit in this face .
"We accept only the best," he went on , ignoring her murderous gaze, "And I don't even know why we even accepted you. You were a flaw, unlike everyone else. Rebelling instead of obeying. Always falling behind, but we have ways of dealing with problems like you." With a squeal of his swivel chair, the Principle Kishimoto backed away from her, and another creaking sound was heard, as he opened a file cabinet. A few seconds later, he yanked out an even larger pink slip than the one Senko had, along with a yellow folder. Senko knew what it was. Utomi High kept a record of every students history, and hers just happened to be pulled out of the file cabinet
Removing a pen from his pocket, he stabbed the inky end to the paper and began to scribble so fast, it was as if, he was in a hurry to get somewhere but Senko could easily detect a large grin on his face. He was enjoying every moment of this.
When he was done, he thrust it back to her:
OFFICIAL UTOMI HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT EXPULSION TICKET
Student name: Okuda, Senko
Age: 17
Year: 4
Headmaster: Kishimoto, Ruyjii
Reason for this expulsion: Student has failed to be cooperative. Physically attacks other students, harasses the teachers and is disrespectful towards those who have tried to help her. Has been suspended twice, had received eighteen referrals, and twenty nine detentions. Grades are also unacceptably low.
She snatched the slip from his hand in a rage, though she wasn't in the least bit surprised.
Of course she knew she was going to be expelled. The slip was obviously of no real shock. Almost as is someone walked right up to her, and said in the most casual of voices, "Wow, your eyes are very green."
What she was furious at, and rightfully so, was the entire list of lies that seemed to scream out at her, from the innocent colored paper: "Physically attacks other students." what a laugh. She firmly believed, that the "Vile Skank," as Senko had so graciously dubbed Sakura, got what she deserved, presented to her gift wrapped in shiny colored paper and topped with a delicate little bow. If she was just kept her mouth shut, she wouldn't have a broken nose, and Senko, wouldn't have been expelled.
Of course, she had wanted out of Utomi for quite some time, so…maybe she should be thanking Sakura?
Principle Kishimoto fluttered his fingers, and with a smile that would even make the finest king jealous said, "Have a nice day," quite airily. She got up and left, saluting him with the middle finger and a slam of the door.
As she ventured out into the streets, she took one last glance at Utomi, sucking in the fact that it was all over. She would never return again.
Enma, how the hell was she supposed to explain this to her mother?
She moved her right foot foreword, and her left, right then left, and so on and so forth, until she was headed into town.
Might as well buy herself a cup of coffee, which always seemed to do the trick when she was close to exploding.
She stormed into Red Corner Java hut, pulling out 6,000¥ from her bag, the strongest coffee that they head set on her mind.
"Gimmie the strongest one you got." She glared at an average height blonde haired women as she slammed the money down onto the counter. The women raised an eyebrow at Senko's hostility, but nevertheless took the money, and reached for a cup and a sharpie.
"Your name?" she asked.
"Senko."
"It'll be ready in five minutes." The women said, and Senko walked away to sit down on red couch.
She ran three fingers through her hair, entangling themselves in a sea of onyx, remembering a line of a song that she listened to so much:
"You find my trigger then you blame my gun." (1)
That is precisely, in Senko's eyes, what everyone at Utomi did.
"It isn't fair," she hissed to herself, "I try to stay calm. I try to control my anger, but they set off the bomb, and they blame me for my exploding."
She lightly drummed her nails on the brown table in front of her, thinking.
She had been expelled. However, what did she give about it? She always hated Utomi High, from it's brainwashed preps, to it's teachers who think they know everything and never listen to what anyone else had to say, unless it benefited them.
Good God, she could just hear her mother now: Well, now that you've been expelled, get your lazy ass out that door and go find a job and support me.
Support her? More like Support her drug use. Although what those girls said was true, they had no right. But, Mrs. Okuda was a drug addict. The money they had, she usually used it to buy her next supply of marijuana, and Senko and Haru would be left with food stamps.
Her being expelled just made her mothers drug world become so much clearer.
"Disgusting aren't they?" Senko looked up. The man standing before her was so tall, she had to crane her neck slightly to get a clean view of his tanned face. She noticed a small, purple dot in the middle of his forehead.
His mouth opened again, insistent on continuing the speech.
Senko raised an eyebrow. Just who the hell was this guy?
"Who are you, and just what the hell made you think you had permission to sit down?" She demanded in a rough voice. She hadn't meant to be rude, but considering the circumstances, she wasn't in the mood for therapy.
She needed to be committed, and probably the insane one before her needed to as well.
"The girls you attacked were no different. Humans are nothing more than filthy savage pigs who only know greed and bigotry." Senko blinked at the tall man's words.
This was getting weirder by the minute.
"O…kaaay, then, "she said, as she slowly backed away from him, "Uhm, that's really fun and dandy…icky humans…riiiight! Uhh, listen, I just got, expelled, and I'm in no mood to talk, so could you please just go away?" The man merely smirked.
"I already know about your expulsion." He calmly stated, as if this was something he had seen every single day. Senko instantly became paler than the pitcher of cream on the coffee table.
"You…you what? How did…" the man held up his hand, in an attempt to silence her, but this only angered the rebellious Senko Okuda.
"Don't tell me to be quiet!" she screeched a little too loudly, which caused everyone in the coffee shop to stare at her. The man merely just looked on in amusement.
Well, seems like I've found a little challenge…
Senko flipped everyone off and turned back to the man.
"All right, listen you," she pointed an accusing finger, "you are going to tell just how the hell you know about me being expelled."
"I know all about you, Ms Senko Okuda." Senko took step backward, eyes wide, nearly knocking over a stack of newspapers. Just how did he know her name? How the hell did he know her name?
"Wha…what?"
"I've been watching you through the gates at your school. I know every little detail of what goes on behind those walls."
Senko blinked. Once…twice. As he stared at her, her mind began to think about the events of her day: she had gotten into a fight with three other girls, which led to her expulsion. Now, she was being stalked by a man who watched her at school.
Now, it was getting scary.
"Would you like to come back to my apartment? I'm sure I could explain all of this a bit better. " The man asked, with a shining glint in his eyes. The deep blue was like staring into a vortex of the sea, his gaze almost dared her to say no.
She thought about what she could do. She didn't want to go home, it was only 11 in the morning, and the last thing she wanted was to see her drunken mother and tell her she had been kicked out of school.
She shrugged, "Sure…why not?" Now her mind was reeling. What was she thinking?"
The man smiled.
"Good, good." Then, as if remembering something, he held out his hand.
"I hope you don't think me rude, but I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Shinobu. Shinobu Sensui." Senko eyed his hand suspiciously, but nonetheless, shook it.
He let go of her hand, and turned around, beckoning for her to follow him. She threw her empty coffee cup into a nearby bin, and walked out the door, the little bells at the top singling her leaving the shop.
As he walked, he didn't say a word. Neither one of them did. This didn't bother Senko too much, if anything she liked the silence. What she didn't like however, was the fact that she practically had to jog to keep up with him. The strides he took were huge and long.
Would you wait up one minute? Stupid purple spotted human degrading stalker, she mentally grumbled. She was a pool of complaints today.
"Uhm…would you mind telling me where your apartment is?" she demanded, breaking the silence. He never looked at her.
"We're here,' was all he said. She looked up to see as building. So, he was right.
He led her up a flight of stairs and into an elevator. Pressing the button for the third floor, he leaned against the wall, while Senko looked out the window. It was made entirely of glass, and it gave you a nice view of the city. She even see her high school.
The elevator beeped, and the door opened to a set of porches and sliding glass doors. One door had the TV blaring in the reflection. Sensui began to walk towards it.
That must be his, Senko thought. As he was about to put his key in the door, a big crash was hear, as well as voices from the inside.
"Now look what you've done!"
"Me?! You're the one who knocked it over, dumbass."
"Yeah, well maybe if you hadn't pushed me, I wouldn't have knocked it over."
"Aha! You admit it!"
"Sensui's not going to be happy about this. That vase was an antique."
"Why you little…"
"Would all of you just shut up? You're giving me a headache."
Sensui sighed at the noise and shook his eyed. Senko merely smirked in amusement.
"Hmph, well. Looks like you've got one happy family here, dontcha?"
Thanks for reading! Enjoy chapter two.
1) A line from Fiona Apple's song Limp from the album When the Pawn.