A/N: Here's chapter 13! I finally got this far wow.
I'm very happy about all the reviews I been getting, I hope to read more.
Peace 4 lifetime, Junemama
Chapter #13
After calling his phone for the millionth time and getting his voice mail again Keiko finally gave up.
She snapped her own cell phone shut cursing her boyfriend's name.
She hated him right now, this was the 5th ...no she counted with her fingers the 10th time he had stood her up on a date!
They've been dating for almost a year, if you call seeing each other only in school(if he showed up), and having quick last minute trips that ended shortly when he was called away, dating.
Keiko knew all about Yusuke's job as a Spirit Detective, she supported him and was proud that he risked his life to save others.
But come on, hasn't the Spirit Realm ever heard of vacation time, sick days, weekends?
She crossed her legs, sitting down on a bench inside the mall where she was supposed to be meeting Yusuke.
Keiko looked around, fuming trying to find something to take her mind off of him, but all she kept seeing was happy lovey dovey couples.
A teen couple around her age was right beside on the other bench their arms around each other, the boy was smiling whispering quietly into the girl's ear as she squirmed and giggled on top of his lap.
Her laughter was ringing lowly, she was trying to hold it in. Still it annoyed Keiko to no end.
She turned her gaze away and looked to the left only to see a elderly couple holding hands and walking side by side.
Misery crept into her. What was the point of having a boyfriend if you still felt lonely?
She looked at her watch, and with a frown Keiko realized she had been waiting for Yusuke for over 3 hours.
She wanted to cry. Her tears started to come until she wiped them away as another emotion began to manifest.
Fury.
3 hours...and he doesn't even call. What's the point of having a cell phone? My number is on speed dial and everything. All he have to do is pressed 1. Grrr. I can't believe this. He's so stupid...I swear the minute I see him he'd have hell to pay.
I don't even know why I thought he would meet me here?
He always says his busy. If its not school, which it never is. It's always "Sorry Keiko I have judo practice." or "I promise Kuwabara I got to see this stupid movie with him, we'll go tomorrow." or "I can't today, Koenma gave me another mission."
Damn Koenma and his missions. You always find time for Kuwabara, what about me Yusuke I'm your girlfriend.
"You never have time for me. Yusuke you're such a idiot," she whispered to herself tears falling. She touched her face, and felt the tears she didn't know she was shedding. Ashamed at her softness she wiped her face, but misery refused to leave her alone and intertwined with her anger.
Keiko fell into turmoil, as she covered her face and wept.
When Kagome opened the door she felt the unfamiliar hot blaze of the burning sun.
The outside they had walked into was much hotter than that of Tokyo and the smell and taste of the ocean was in the air.
Right away Kagome knew she was no where near her beloved city.
"It seems that door was a portal," advised Hiei.
"But to where?" asked Sango.
They looked around and found themselves in the middle of a sidewalk surrounded by shops.
The most noticeable thing there was all the English that surrounded them.
Everything was in English from the street signs, to the name of the shops.
The pedestrians around them in sundresses, shorts, sandals, and sunglasses spoke the quick difficult dialect with ease.
Luckily Kagome knew how to read, write, and speak English fluently and had no problem diversing all the foreign words around her.
She scanned the area and recognize some of the stores' names: Gucci, Aerostaple, Holister, BeBe and across the street she was met with a huge sign that stood out with in huge cursive letters reading: Safe House.
Could it be that simple, wondered Kagome.
Kurama caught to where his client was staring at and read the sign aloud, "Safe House?"
She turned to him surprised. "You can read English?"
"I'm fluent in many languages apparently Youko was an international thief," answered Kurama.
Kagome decided not to ask who Youko was but instead asked "Do you know where we are?"
"Feh. Isn't it obvious were in Hollywood!" said Kuwabara. "Don't you see all these palm trees? I've seen enough American movies to know Hollywood when I see it."
Yusuke nodded. "It's true all he did was skipped school to go see them."
"Hey! I didn't hear you complaining when you came with me."
"Whatever."
"This isn't Hollywood. We're in San Francisco," put in Hiei.
The two humans turned to him. "How do you know?" they shouted.
"It doesn't matter. That place Safe House its a club. I doubt the Dog Lord meant you to go there. Maybe we should on to Japan Town and check a few things out. It's very resourceful when you know who to talk to."
Kagome stared at Safe House working out her own thoughts and what Hiei just told her.
"I don't know..we should at least check it out."
The decision was made and Kagome walked across street with her bodyguards following towards the Club Safe House.
At San Francisco Int'l Airport the two assassins Bert and Elmo stood in front of the terminal with their luggage passing off as a father and son waiting for a taxi. As if on que a yellow cab pulled up and the driver yelled out the window. "Need a taxi?"
Bert put a smile on his face and walked over to the passenger side window.
After a short exchange of words, the driver was convinced that his new passengers were from New York City and came to California to visit family. He put their luggage in the trunk and got back into the driver's seat, the two assassins were already in the car.
The driver decided to make polite conversation, as he looked at his rear view mirror at them periodically as he drove them to the Paradox Hotel.
"So this you're first time in Cali?"
"No, we're been here before. My son plays soccer. So we're always traveling," answered Bert with a great impression of a proud bragging father.
"Really? My son plays for his high school, his team has won the state championship 3 years running. Anybody can tell you Rafael is the best goalie around. He's going to be a professional soccer player when he goes to college. I can't wait, more free time for me and the wife," replied the cab driver with just as much esteem.
"What position do you play son?"
The blonde boy didn't answered. He was hypnotized into his PS2, by the looks of it.
Little did the driver know the the handheld was actually a cleverly disguised illegal aura tracking unit he brought at the Black Market. It was the finest of Spirit technology and only one of its kind.
The device only work with his thumb print signature and can only be operated a person of high psychic abilities.
The tracker until has the ability with the right hostess at the controls to locate any spiritual aura of human, demon, spirit- anytime or anywhere, dead or alive.
But the source of such a powerful item was a demon spirit that fed off the spirit energy of its user. And the only way to avoid having his soul devour every time he used it, was to created a shield of mental energy around him to blocked the demonic soul from attacking him.
It took all of Elmo's concentration to uphold the shield and observe the city with demon's spirit eyes that could see all.
He had no time to answer driver's silly questions, so he didn't.
Right now he was having trouble with locating his target's aura ever since they got on the plane from Japan.
No one has ever eluded his probing mind before. It intrigued and frustrated him at the same time.
The taxi cab turned and went down a street, that was only two streets away from Club Safe house, yet both parties were unaware of how close they were to meeting.
Out of all the normal human jobs she had over the past 1,200 years or so Jackie agreed that this one was the most enjoyable and exciting of them all.
She was a bartender/bouncer at the liveliest club in town Safe House, in which her mistress was part-owner.
She liked it here, Califorina had it rough edges especially in this part of town but no one knew them here and even some of the Old Family live in America so she felt more reassure for her mistress safety then anywhere else.
Their last home was in Italy, which had exploded into flames before their very eyes due to a minor disagreement her mistress had with the Sicilian Mayor. He probably finally caught her sleeping with his accountant no doubt.
Unfortunately for the poor servant, her mistress has a taste for powerful successful men usually ones that dominated the political or business fields. She also has the habit of dropping one suitor for another that catches her eye.
Sadly and unlike most cases in which her lovers were human and their memories malleable, the Mayor of Cicily was a youkai of sea breed and did not take kindly to being brushed off like some flee on her mistress's fur coat(if she had any).
Being the prideful demon that he was, Mayor Greno of Messina had hired demon exterminators and trackers from Maki to killed her. In conclusion they had to leave the city and with warrant out on her mistress's head,along the other warrants from 10 other countries, they didn't have many places to run to.
Jackie wiped off the bar, thinking about that horrible night as she saw their house burst into flames after only escaping seconds before. She remembered the smell of smoke, the whiff of bounty hunters in the air, the nervous anticipation of running as far from them and their burning home as fast as possible.
Their escape had lead them here, to America.
Right now the club was quiet since it was so early in the afternoon.
The club didn't open until sunset when the surfers put up their surfboards, the young and restless college students come out for a drink or two.
That's when the real party begins.
Jackie smiles at the memory of not too long ago when she serving drinks to a few crazy students having an after party after the graduation party. It was about 1 or 2 in the morning and the club was packed filled with an assemble of young hot men, too many girls in tight clothing, and blaring music from the stereo surround sound system that was operating by DJ Tidal Wolf at the turn tables.
The air smelled like it always did, filled with the stench of sweat, lust, and alcohol. She turned away from the main source of the assaulting smell coming from the drunk but cute guys at the bar, their eyes were glassy and wide trying to pick up girls.
She knew that wasn't going to happen with their breath smelling like that, besides they could barely stand having consumed too many tequila shots in their midst of celebrating.
"Another round please," ordered the one college boy, his finger in the air with the rest of him leaning against the bar completely wasted.
She came to him, and put her hand out "No more for you. Hand me your keys."
He groaned and looked up at her. He smiled shrugging. "All come on just one more. It's my birthday." He said using the oldest lie in the book, using his handsome face and nice blue eyes to his liking. Jackie just shook her head. "Hand them over," she said seriously.
The boy pouted like a baby handing his keys over. He look over at his friends on the dance floor, who were too busy to noticed him, engaged in a suffocating dance with two seductive blonde chicks that were too slutty for comfort.
Jackie's eyes follow his gaze and reconigze one of the girls as Bunny,a regular at the club who's always on a mission the get the richest dude in bed with her. Young or old, it didn't matter.
But tonight luckily, Jackie was spared from the usual horror movie of some 40 year-old man, drooling and grinding all over pretty little miss Bunny.
Like always the outfit Bunny had on screamed hoe. It work it's magic overtime on two out of the four college guys both of them hypnotize by the sight of her curves squeezed into a slick hot pink body suit trimmed with leopard printed fur.
She sighed, feeling a tad sorry for the other chick who lost her own two dance partners after only one song to the enchantress Bunny and was left standing alone then storming to the ladies' room.
Ignoring the sharp smell of her tears, the bartender's attention went back to the dance floor, the four guys dancing with Bunny were all around the same age.
All of them were tall, wearing either button up shirt or a polo with some jeans, their jewelery glinted over the lights.
They all wore at least 3 14kt gold chains, diamond studs, and rings on each fingers using her experienced eyes Jackie estimate they were each wearing at least 15,000 worth in jewelery.
They were just Bunny's types: drunk and rich. Graduating from college and being young was just a plus for her.
Jackie shook her head and looked away going back to the drunk customer in front of her.
The club's door bell chimed three times signaling the appearance of visitors.
Jackie awoken from her flashback and looked at the steel plated door, and then at the wall clock behind her.
"It's too early, it could only mean..." she swiftly turned back around.
Narrowing her eyes, she peered through the entrance and sense the presence of demons.
Following protocol she pulled the rope under the bar shelf calling for her boss, and then quickly transformed.
When she went to the door she cracked open the slot and stared down at the strangers outside with uncanny slited pupil eyes, like those of a snake.
"What business do you have here demons?" she asked, growling.
A/N: Well what did you think? Sorry it took so long I promise chapter 14 is right around the corner. Review please.