I don't own shit. I Hate myself. I hate you. PLEASE READ!!!! I don't know any fancy Japanese terms, and I probably will end up spelling some stuff wrong, so if you flame over that I will probably return the favor. I wrote another story, please don't read it because it sucks. ~My story is about a half demon girl with, well, lets say an attitude problem. She isn't the prettiest, she isn't the smartest and she isn't the strongest. She will do anything to survive short of beg for mercy. She is out on a quest for revenge against Spirit World, and no better place than the spirit detectives.
At first they are fooled by her placid appearance, but a spark to the smoldering flames in her soul soon release her real intentions. She hates everyone of the Tentai, especially the short black haired demon who supposedly ruined her life. What will their fate be?

The dark trees sighed in the unrelenting wind. Sinister and unforgettable, in made its way through every nook and cranny left by the crumbled brick. Everywhere lay the blood of evil and good alike. But none of this bothered her. She just stood there, a blank look on her face holding a well-used bloody katana. Her eyes explored the faces of the dead, seeing familiar faces and unfamiliar ones. Stung with such grief, with such sorrow, she could not cry but fell to her knees. All she could think about was how she wasn't able to save them, to protect them from their fate.

Feelings she had ever felt before crept into her soul. Hatred, and the thirst for revenge flickered to life and became a roaring fire. Sitting there, she offered a prayer to the dead so that they might find their ways to the afterlife. It was the last peaceful thing she did for a long time.

Rising from her knees, she searched the area for clues to who the faceless attackers had been. They had sprung upon her sleepy town without warning, and slaughtered anything in their path.

Without a hint of remorse, she searched through the dead bodies of the enemies. One, who wasn't quite dead, sparkled with just enough energy for her to determine what it was. The old fighters from the town had taught her well, and she soon recognized the sent of spirit energy. Human spirit energy. And no one used humans for fighting except for Koenma and his cronies. Spitting on the face of the man she has holding, she dropped him with a thump. The man groaned, and with disgust she quikly ended his life with a flick of the blade she was holding. She would find revenge against Koenma and anyone associated with him. Nothing would stop her, not even death. She would survive for revenge, no matter what it took.

Sorry was kinda short, im still new at this. The plot gets much thicker, and I plan to follow through with HieiOC and the other usual pairings. Hope you like, this was just kinda the prelude. The rest will take place after the Makai Tournament. Please r&r if you have any suggestions! (or you know, you could be nice and review even if you didn't)