Chapter 3: Bloodied Tears
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. I only claim ownership to my character Miyuki. Enjoy.
Days like today Koenma wished for nothing more than a pile of paper work and the security of his father, King Enma. Was he making the right decision? Was his Spirit Detective ready for this? He fidgeted in his chair as he clasped his hands together in hopes of keeping them steady.
"Are you sure about this Koenma sir? Sensui has never d-" George was cut off by a swift slap to the back of his head. He nursed the large lump that was forming on the back of his head and sat quietly, afraid any more statements would anger the toddler.
"Don't question me Ogre!" He fumed. "Besides what choice do I have? The Black Black Club must be stopped." The pair sat in silence as they watched the monitor that gave them a perfect view of the scenario taking place in Living World.
Sensui ran towards the giant mansion with his companion, Itsuki, close behind. "Third level, second room to the left. That is where you will find them. I feel a number of different demon's energies." They both came to an abrupt pause when they sensed someone coming upon them from behind. "Go on ahead Sensui! I'll take care of our guests." With a nodded thanks Sensui continued to sprint forward. He quickly took out the front guards, by rendering them unconscious, before kicking open the front doors. 'Empty? Where is everyone?' With his guard fully up he reached the third floor. Faint voices could be heard coming from the first door on the left. The closer he got the clearer the voices had become. "If you hadn't been so stubborn things wouldn't of had to of played out this way." "Stupid broad! Now she cries!" "Such a shame I paid good money for that one too." Sensui sensed a Demon and three humans. He had to act now before that number dwindled from three to zero. He barged in confused by the scene in front of him. A petite woman, dressed in a simple, pale green, kimono was seated in a wooden chair with her arms tied behind her back. Her shoulders were shaking and her breathing sounded to be coming out in short gasps. Even though she was looking down into her lap and her hair covered her face it was obvious the young woman was crying. At her feet, a young male was laying in a pool of blood that seemed to be forming from the torso of his body. His face was badly bruised and it looked as though the horn protruding from the middle of his forehead had been sawed off. 'What happened here? Why was a Demon crying?' What confused Sensui even more though, were the glimmering pearls that laid on the ground as well. some covered in blood and some resting in the woman's lap.
"And just who the hell do you think you are?" The largest of the three men asked. He wore an all white suit, like his friends, and his belly poured out of the waist line of his pants. His face was round and red with anger. Sensui ignored the mans question as he took a step closer to the young woman.
"Hey show some respect! This fellow here asked you a question." The other man piped in.
"Gentlemen, can you not see he is just lost? Must be anxious to get to all the festivities planned here for tonight." The third one spoke up. He was the oldest out of the three and leaned most of his weight into the right side of his body where his cane was stationed. He spoke with his eyes closed and his lips formed in an all knowing smirk.
"Festivities?" Sensui questioned.
"Yes young man. Just go on right next door and you'll see."
Miyuki glanced at the newcomer through the curtain of hair in her face, curious about his next move. He turned his back to her and made his way towards the door to exit but stopped short. She would have missed it if she had blinked. This Sensui man, sprang into the air delivering a fatal round house kick to the largest man of the group knocking his head clean off his shoulders. The two other gentleman reached into the inside of their jackets once they saw what had happened. Before they could make any further actions Sensui had both their necks in each of his hands. A sickening snap was heard and another followed soon right after. Their bodies caused a loud thud to echo in the large room. He stepped over them and made his way over to her. She flinched at the dead look in his eyes and continued to keep her gaze down. She was surprised to feel him untying the bounds around her wrists. The skin on her wrists ached and had turned red from the burns the rope had caused. Before she could express her gratitude to the man he was already out the door. Unknown to anyone at the time, what Sensui witnessed that day, would shape the outcome of the future of Living World.
Miyuki found herself seated in Koenma's office several hours later. "This isn't easy Miyuki, especially with all that you have been through. I'm not sure what should be done. I can send you back to Dem-" Koenma was cut off as Miyuki all but lunged onto his desk. "No! Do not send me back there. I wish to never return to that place." She spat.
"You wish to to stay in the Living World?"
"Please sir. I won't cause any trouble. I will blend right in." Koenam sat deep in thought as the girl tirelessly pleaded her case. 'I could always send her to Amyah. The old bat would love the company and no doubt she could keep Miyuki in check. Though I doubt she would need to.' Koenma's eyes quickly darted to Miyuki's neck. A thin white choker, no thicker than an inch, lay wrapped around. 'Her Demon powers are completely shut off as long as she keeps that on.'
"I will grant you permission to reside in Living World, with a few conditions of course."
Back in Living World, a small figure was scavenging through the recent blood bath that had taken place. As he knelt down in front of a puddle of blood a tiny shimmer caught his attention, and upon closer examination he found it to be a gem. 'Hn, a tear gem. It appears I too late. Again.' With a swift motion he ripped the white bandana from his forehead relying on the help of his Jagan eye once more.