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It was raining. Again. It had been this way through the whole week.
Not that Brandon minded, oh no. He loved the rain. It just made everyone
else in the house grumpy. And when his family is grumpy, they bitch about
every little thing. In fact, his little brother was in a screaming fit
because Brandon beat him in James Bond. It was a simple task. One he
usually tried to avoid. He just felt like pissing his brother off, that
was all.
Brandon got off his black bed and crossed his crimson-walled room and
grabbed a floor-length, black leather trench coat off a hook on the wall.
He threw it over his plain black t-shirt, which he wore over a black fish
net shirt. He straightened his straight-legged black jeans over his black
boots. He ran his fingers through his shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair,
making sure his hair was neatly parted down the middle. He looked his six-
foot tall thin body up and down the mirror. He looked out the window,
then thought Why do I bother? I'm just going to get wet anyways...
He started toward the door, and then went back to his black dresser.
He grabbed a black lighter from on top of his silver stereo. He then
opened the middle drawer, rummaged to the far right corner, then grabbed
something and put it in his pocket.
He made towards the door and opened it, then went down the stairs. He
made his way through the kitchen and crossed half way across the living
room before he was stopped by his stepfather's voice.
"Where are you going, Brandon?" he said in a deep and rough voice.
Brandon turned and faced him. He had a huge bald spot atop his head and
was dressed in a white muscle shirt and black khaki-style pants.
"Nowhere in particular," Brandon answered in a snotty attitude. He
then stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind him. He was
immediately greeted with a wave of heavy rain. He ran across the street
as a blue Nissan drove down the street.
Things had never been the same since they moved to Tokyo, Japan.
Everything seemed to go wrong. A speeding car had hit his mother during
an illegal street race, he had failed his sophomore year in high school,
his sister had run away from home, and his school had the stupidest
uniforms in the world.
He sighed, and then continued down the sidewalk, passing underneath
canopies and tarps every now-and-then. He got to a corner underneath an
outstretched roof. From his pocket he withdrew an unopened pack of
cigarettes. He tore off the plastic seal, then flipped open the top and
took out a long, tan ended cigarette. He took out the lighter, and then
lit his cigarette. He replaced the lighter, then inhaled the smoke of his
cigarette slowly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a very familiar green. He looked up
and saw Yusuke Urimeshi crossing the street. He seemed distracted as he
walked, his head bowed toward the ground. He and Yusuke went to the same
high school together, and could be considered friends. They knew each
other, but that was about it. He was wearing the same green uniform that
he was infamous for. He was the only one in the school to violate the
uniform code so obviously. Yet the teachers have accepted his rebellion,
so Brandon had learned to do the same.
When Yusuke had reached his corner, Brandon said, "Hey Yusuke. What's
happening?" Yusuke's head snapped up and he seemed to be noticing him for
the first time.
"Nothing my way. How 'bout you?" Yusuke acknowledged with the usual tough-
guy smirk. Then his face became suddenly serious, and then he said,
"Scratch that. There is something wrong." Brandon raised his right
eyebrow in curiosity.
"Might I ask what's wrong?" Brandon asked as he lowered his eyebrow, and
then raised the other.
"You can ask," Yusuke answered, "But you aren't going to get an answer.
My problem is my problem. Just like yours are yours. So leave it be at
that."
"No way, man," Brandon snapped, "I want to know what is up with you right
now. I haven't ever seen you like this before. What the hell's wrong?"
"I said nothing, damn it! Why can't you leave it at that?"
"Because I'm too damn curious. You know that. Now I'm going to ask you
one more time." Yusuke started to walk away, but Brandon grabbed him by
the shoulder and slammed him up against the wall. "What the fuck is wrong
with you?"
Yusuke looked to the ground, trying to decide something. I could tell
him, Yusuke thought. He would understand, him being what he is and all.
But would he accept it? That's why I'm keeping it from you, Brandon.
That's why. Yusuke looked up and into Brandon's eyes. Then said, "Yeah,
I'll tell you."
There was a long pause as Brandon waited for Yusuke to speak. Just as
Brandon's patience ran thin, Yusuke said in a choked up voice, "My mom
drank too much a couple nights ago and got alcohol poisoning. She's been
hospitalized and is in critical condition. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
Brandon's face softened and he let go of Yusuke's shoulder. He said, "I'm
sorry, I didn't think it was that bad." He leaned back up against the
wall and continued to smoke his cigarette.
Yusuke turned toward the streets and waited for the walk signal. He
turned and said, "See ya later, man." He waved back as he crossed the
street, then put his hand back into his pocket.
When Yusuke was out of sight, he said to him self, "You're getting better
at lying every time I see you." He chuckled to himself, then continued,
"Do you know about me, Yusuke?" He held his hand out a little way from is
stomach. A black tattoo appeared over his left eye, two thin lines
crossing over themselves, each ending and starting in curved points. A
small black ball appeared in his hand, black and white lightning dancing
around and on the surface of the sphere. "And do I really know the real
you?"
He let the sphere and the tattoo slowly fade away. He finished his
cigarette, then put it out on the wall behind him and flicked the butt
into the street. He took another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and
then inhaled through it.
- - -
He knocked on the wooden door as he flicked his third cigarette onto the
sidewalk. He waited for some kind of acknowledgment from inside. When he
received none, he rang the doorbell. Again he waited. When again he heard
nothing inside, he opened the door. The shutting mechanism was broken
clean off. The door swung open at his slight touch, creaking as it
reached the doorstop on the floor. He cautiously stepped inside.
"Kuwabara?" he called. "Shizuru?" he yelled. When he heard nothing but a
slight rustling coming from up the stairs. The tattoo over his eye
appeared again as he slowly crept up the stairs. There was a long moan
from one of the rooms to his right. He slowly walked in. Laying there,
face first in the ground, was Shizuru. Brandon quickly knelt by her side
and felt for a pulse. She still had one, to be confirmed as she stirred
at his touch. He let the black marks over his eye disappear as she looked
up at him.
"Brandon?" she asked as her eyes adjusted to the dark. "Is that you,
Brandon?" When he nodded, she smiled slightly, and then said, "Kuwabara
speaks so highly of you."
Brandon sighed and said, "Kuwabara, the big oaf. I don't understand him,
nor will I ever. What happened here Shizuru?"
"What...Happened?" she wondered for a moment, then answered, "Something big
and black...it came in through the door...broke it. Kuwabara!" She suddenly
screamed and sat bolt upright.
"What, what?" Brandon asked as he jumped, startled by Shizuru's sudden
outburst. "What about Kuwabara-"
"It took him!" she interrupted, worried. "It took him...left this." She
handed Brandon a folded piece of black parchment. He opened it up and
stared at a blank sheet.
"Um..." Brandon was so confused. He didn't understand why something would
leave a blank piece of black paper. "Did it say anything else?" he asked.
"Because there is nothing on this-"
"It said you can read it," she interrupted once more. "It said something
about a crystal on a chain."
Brandon rubbed his chin in thought. What could it mean by a crystal on
a chain? I can't read this. The creature told lies- Wait! he thought.
Maybe it meant this. He reached down his shirt and pulled out a long
black chain necklace. On the end was a thick silver wire, winding around
a large black crystal. "What could he want me to do with this thing?" He
looked toward Shizuru. Her eyes were wide as she stared into the crystal.
"What?" Brandon asked. "What's wrong?"
"Your one of them, aren't you?" she asked, now staring at Brandon.
Brandon raised an eyebrow, then asked, "One of what? What am I? What are
you talking about? Are you sure your okay? Maybe that bump on your-"
"You're a Spirit Detective, aren't you? Just like Yusuke. Aren't you?"
She grabbed Brandon by the collar of his shirt and shook him. "You are
aren't you? AREN'T YOU!?"
"What the fuck is a Spirit Detective?" he was able to get out as his head
shook wildly. "And why is Yusuke the one to get such a cool title?"
Shizuru stopped shaking him, then looked sorry. "Oh...my...Yusuke is going to
kill me...my oh my oh my..."
"What the fuck is a Spirit Detective!?" Brandon asked again, now confused
more than ever.
Shizuru shook her head and said, "I'll leave that to Yusuke. Just read
the paper, please."
Brandon stared at her intently. He had forgotten completely about the
parchment and crystal clutched in his hands. He looked down at them, then
held the paper closer to his face. I still can't read it, he thought.
Maybe... He touched the paper with the crystal, and immediately got
results. Blood red letters appeared on the dark surface of the paper. It
spelled out the following;
Go to the Dark Tournament.
Get together a team of five.
Otherwise you and your
Friends are dead, Brandon.
Sincerely Yours
-Nolan
"Nolan?" Brandon thought to himself, fear welling up inside him as the
name escaped his lips. He heard movement behind him. He quickly turned
around, the tattoo returning over his eye. Standing about seven feet
tall, the multi-armed female creature had blue skin. In each arm was a
long scimitar, and her eyes and hair glowed green.
"Who are you?" Brandon asked, staring into her demonic eyes.
"My name is Ayushi the 8-armed demon. I have come for your head,
Brandon!"
Brandon looked at her dumbfounded. A demon? he thought. How can that
be? Can Japan get any weirder? "Well that's too bad, now isn't it?"
Brandon mouthed off. He took a cigarette out from his pocket, lit it, and
took a long hit off of it. "'Cause someone else wants it. So it seems
you're out of luck."
The demon did not seem too happy. She yelled, "I will have your head
before any other!" She ran at him, swinging around all eight swords.
Before she got near enough to slaughter him, however, he thrust his
outstretched hand out, hurling a solid black sphere at her. It went
through her head, melting everything it touched. She fell down lifeless
and the ball continued through the ceiling. Brandon closed his hand into
a fist and the ball exploded, flinging black fire everywhere.
He was at a loss of breath, but quickly regained himself. He looked
towards Shizuru. She was staring at him, jaw hanging open, eyes wide. She
asked, "What are you?"
...:...
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