Chapter 2

Red hair spilled across the pillow. The usually large green eyes were half closed, glazed over with lust. Soft whimpers, along with short gasps and moans, escaped the pale red lips in pleasure.

(RING)

A pink tongue would dart out, licking dry lips, followed by white teeth biting said lips, trying to suppress any noise, but failing.

(RIIIINNGGG)

Sweat glisten the pale flesh in the heat of passion as legs spread in wanton.

(RRRRIINNNGGG)

Brown eyes opened wide as the sound penetrated sleep. "Damn." Yusuke muttered.

Looking at the clock and seeing it was almost noon made the raven haired groan in frustration. Getting ready to slide out of bed, the voice on the answering machine caught his attention.

"Yusuke, I hope you are out doing research." The voice of Keiko started in. "And also I'm calling to remind you that this Friday night is the gathering and you better be there. I've already told everyone, so you better not stand me up. You HEAR ME YUSUKE! …………Okay bye." She said softly before the answering machine went dead.

Letting out a deep sigh, Yusuke went to remove the covers and realized he had done it again. He'd had a wet-dream. 'Man this just blows.' He thought, getting up and removing his soiled underwear.

What in the hell was wrong with him. It's been a week and a half and he still couldn't get the red head out of his head. He hadn't even seen the guy since that night and just from that one encounter, he couldn't get the sight of those large green eyes and that flowing red hair out of his mind.

The first night after he'd rescued the red head, he had gone to bed and woke with a raging hard on. In his dream, the red head was under him, begging to be taken and the dream had continued almost every night since. The only thing that disturbed Yusuke most was that in his dreams, 'he' was a 'she'. Complete with a set of nice size breasts and curvier hips.

Thinking back to the dreams only made Yusuke realize he had not completely finished his release. Growling in frustration, he made his way to the shower and under the warm water, quickly handled his built up desire. Finishing up in the shower, he dressed and made his way to the kitchen.

Grabbing a bowl of cereal, the raven haired sat down on the couch and shoved aside a two inch stack of papers to make room for his bowl on the coffee table. He started reading a sheet in between bites of food. The two inch stack was his results from the local library. He'd gone a few days after talking with Keiko and after spending all day, from the time the library opened to almost closing, he'd made a copy of every article ever written on the murder of master Genkai. Spending about fifty buck to have anything from a front page with pictures, to a one column on page 12, he'd wanted everything he could get his hands on and the library had been the first place to start.

Taking his empty bowl to the sink, Yusuke grabbed his phone on the way back and plopped back down on the couch.

Dialing a number, he began stuffing the papers in a folder while he waited for the other end to pick up.

"Desk, Sergeant Seaman." He heard.

"Hey Seaman, how's it going?" Yusuke said. Grabbing the phone before it fell from his shoulder.

"Okay." The voice said.

"Hey I was wondering if I could talk to Kuwabara, is he hanging around there somewhere."

"You mean Detective Kuwabara?" The voiced questioned.

"That would be the one." He said.

"And whom shall I say is calling?" The voice was sounding a little unsure about the caller.

"Just tell him if he doesn't take my call, I'll come down there and personally kick his ass." Yusuke smiled.

"Hold please."

Yusuke placed the phone back between his head and shoulder before grabbing pens and highlighters, shoving them in a bag.

"What do you want Urameshi?" The gruff voice of Kuwabara finally answered.

Dropping everything again and grabbing the phone, the raven haired started to pace. "I need a favor." Yusuke spilled.

"A favor…..you realize you owe me several." Kuwabara said.

"I know, just hear me out will ye."

"Five minutes."

"Okay." Yusuke said. He had started walking the apartment, looping in and out of the kitchen and then looping the couch before repeating. "I'm starting another book and I want you to get me copies of all the files you have, anything you can get would be a great help."

"What do you want?" The voice said, sounding unsure.

"I want any records on the death of Master Genkai." Yusuke said.

"WHAT?" The voice level went up an octave and Yusuke held the phone away from his ear.

Replacing the phone to his ear, Yusuke said. "You heard me blockhead."

"Yeah I heard you…and just how am I suppose to get you these…copies." The voice asked.

Yusuke crossed his fingers. "I don't know, you have connections, I just want copies. Anything you can get would be helpful." He begged.

"You know that case is cold and I mean frozen. No one wants to even re-open it." Kuwabara informed.

"I'm just going to write a fiction thriller on the murder for the ten year anniversary, honest." Yusuke held up his hand even though it couldn't be seen by the detective. "And I just want to get as many facts straight as possible. I don't necessarily need photos or anything classified, just….well anything…..please." He resorted to whining.

"You're up to three beers now." He could hear in the man's voice that he'd won.

Yusuke couldn't help bur crack a smile. "You bet yeah, but it's not my fault you work all the time and can't make it."

"Whatever, just give me a few days and I'll see what I can do…I gotta go." The phone went dead.

"YES." Yusuke cheered, hanging up the phone with a victory dance, his high school buddy had yet to let him down.

Placing the phone on the coffee table, the raven hair continued gathering items. Figuring he would go to the park and take advantage of the fresh air and warm weather. He could find a table and continue to cross reference the information he'd collected so far.

Opening the front door, Yusuke grabbed his cell phone and a card fell from the hall table. Picking it up, he realized it was the one Keiko had given him for the escort service. 'What do I have to lose?' He thought. Maybe that's what he needed, a good lay. He defiantly had not had one in quite awhile. Maybe just maybe, he could get himself a red head and make his dreams become reality.

Shoving the card in his pocket, along with the phone, he shouldered his bag and headed out, thinking he would stop by the place before he headed back home for the evening.

Making the short walk to the park, he found a table under a set of trees and began digging out his papers. Taking out his cell phone and laying it with the items on the table, he again found himself holding the card. Looking at it, he read the name and address.

Raven's Escort Service

Where your fantasies come to life

He read the address and noted it was on the other side of town. Not having a car, because he was able to walk to everything he needed from his apartment, he went in search of a pay phone, hoping to find a phone book and a taxi number.

End Chapter 2