Welcome to the first chapter of my latest project! The pairings for this story are currently undecided, so any suggestions would be lovely!

As usual, Yu Yu Hakusho rightfully belongs to the wonderful Yoshihiro Togashi, who, sadly, I am not. All I own are the ideas in my head and my OCs.


"Goodbye! I'll see you tomorrow!" shouted the raven haired high school girl as she and her friend went their separate ways. The brunette she'd been walking with turned and waved, a smile lighting up her face.

"Goodbye!" she happily replied. "Be safe on your way home!" When her friend rounded the corner and was out of sight, the brunette turned to face forward. She was walking home from school, but she was a still good distance from her house; she lived on the other side of the city from her school, but she never minded the long walk to and from her house. It gave her time to think over things so that she could begin and end every school day with a fresh, clean mind. She'd found in the past that she was always in a much better mood if she had time to herself to think over the day's events.

On this particular day, though, the girl had a feeling that she had found herself unable to shake all day. She felt like she was being followed, that her every move was being watched. Several times since she'd left the school that afternoon, she'd thought she heard footsteps or seen another person's shadow behind her, but each time she turned to look, she found herself alone like before.

The feeling was beginning to get to her.

"It's just your imagination," she said to herself. She laughed nervously and shook her head.

"Oh, but I'm afraid it's not," came a voice from behind her. The girl froze for a minute before she turned around and promptly screamed.

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"Another teenaged girl has disappeared," spoke the female newscaster. "Sixteen year old Kyril Yukimura was last seen on Thursday afternoon by a friend while she was walking home from school. If you have seen her or have any information that could lead the authorities to her, please call the number on the screen." A phone number appeared on the bottom of the screen. Above it, a picture of Kyril Yukimura was shown. She had fair skin and chestnut hair. Her dark brown eyes seemed focused on something far away.

The newscaster continued to speak, but Yusuke turned the television off. He looked at Kurama, Hiei, and Kuwabara.

"That's Keiko's cousin," he told them. "She's been missing for five days now, and according to her family, it's not like her to be gone like this without them hearing from her." He sat back down before continuing.

"Koenma thinks that all the kidnappings in the past month are the work of a group of demons that sell humans as slaves." The detective stopped talking once more, this time to sigh dramatically.

"And of course, Pacifier Breath wants us to put a stop to it all."

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"Sold to the man in the white suit!" Cries similar to the one that had just sounded were heard every few minutes. The shackled human that had been bought was taken off of the stage, only to be replaced by another one moments later.

"This here's a fine specimen, one of the best humans we've had up for auction in a long time," the announcer told the crowd. The human girl standing in the center of the stage was in her mid-teens. She was about five feet tall, and she had a thin, but curvy, frame. Her face was round and childlike. She had an air of innocence about her, but her chocolate eyes held a stubborn, fiery look. She was wearing a blue school uniform, but it was bloodstained and tattered.

"Her blood is sweet and pure, the purest of any being we've ever come across." The demon swiped a jagged talon across the girl's cheek; a think line of blood welled to the surface. After letting it perfume the air for a moment, the demon leaned in close and licked the cut with his rough, forked tongue. Through it all, the girl showed no emotion. She continued to blankly stare forward.

"A fine specimen, indeed," the announcer commented with a low chuckle. He turned his attention back to the crowd.

"The bidding starts at three million," he informed them.

Kyril paid the horde of demons little attention as they shouted out bids. To anyone who didn't know her, she appeared to be in shock over the recent events. Anyone who knew her, though, would realize that the case was much different. Her eyes flickered from spot to spot. She was examining the room, looking for any possible exit. She knew she would never get very far. No exit was to be seen, though, so she gave up, choosing to let the pieces fall where they may for the time being.

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"Keiko…" Yusuke softly, sadly, whispered. Since her cousin had gone missing a week before, the girl had been in constant tears, crying over the smallest things. It hurt Yusuke to see her like that.

"Please stop crying, Keiko," he told her. He hesitated for a moment before gently hugging his childhood friend. She gave no indication that she'd heard what he said. The detective sighed. "We're doing everything we can to find her, Keiko. But you've gotta stay strong, okay?" The brunette gave a slight nod of her head after a moment. She sniffled softly and looked up at Yusuke.

"You guys had better bring her back unharmed, Yusuke," she told him, too upset to even bother to make a threat.

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Kyril had been sold to a demon by the name of Hangu, whom she'd quickly found was not someone to cross. On her first night there at his mansion, she'd attempted to make an escape. In a fit of rage, Hangu had lashed out at the human girl. He'd left a jagged scar on her face, one that stretched from her right temple to the tip of her nose. In that same fit of rage, he'd blinded her so that she wouldn't be able to easily attempt another escape.

Since then, Kyril had been miserable, more so than she would have ever though possible. She had been locked in a room somewhere in the building. She knew it was on at least the second floor; she could hear the buzz of activity from the first floor. She'd felt her way around the room several times. There were no windows, no furniture. The walls were made of stone, as was the floor.

"I want out of here!" Kyril screamed in frustration. Being locked in the room for two days was beginning to drive her mad. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she beat on the door.

"It's not fair," she sobbed as she sank to her knees. Her small body shook as she cried. "I want to go home. I want to get away from this place!"

"You say that so often," the monotone voice of Hangu met Kyril's ears as the door was unlocked and opened. The girl wiped her eyes and turned her head in the direction his voice had come from. "I wonder what your basis for comparison is…" Kyril's expression hardened, but Hangu continued to talk.

"Could it be that you've really known worse than what you do here?" he asked. "I highly doubt it, but I can show you worse, if you'd like. Is that what you want?" When Kyril didn't respond in any way, Hangu stepped forward into the room. He was a tall, muscular demon, so it barely took any energy at all for him to lift Kyril from the floor. He held her high up off of the floor. She was close enough to him that she could smell his putrid breath. It was enough to make her want to gag.

"Is that what you want?" the demon repeated. His voice has considerably risen in volume. When Kyril still did not say anything, he brought one hand up and slapped her with his open palm.

"Useless bitch. I'll teach you a lesson you want soon forget," he told her. Hangu threw her, and he turned and left the room, locking the door behind him. Kyril slammed into the wall hard. The breath was knocked from her, leaving her gasping for air. Her head swam, and she could feel blood trickling down her chin from where she'd bit her lip. One thought ran through her head.

What have I done to get myself into this mess?


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Much love,

Pandah