Hello my readers and reviewers! Decided to put this sucker up, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own YYH. Period.

Summary: Friends call her kooky, moody and loyal while enemies have quite a few choice words. What will happen when this fiery lone fighter, who abhors demons, is thrown in with the Detectives to help defeat a fearful demon that just happens to be a ghost of her past?

Demonesque

Ch 1: Shopping

Downtown Tokyo was painted as a usual busy afternoon with people going to and from work, running errands and such. Sidewalks were filled with shoppers and beggars, lovers and losers. All the stores were open and selling merchandise. Nothing really out of the ordinary aside from one of the local freaks making themselves be heard over the honking and hum of the streets.

A block to the east on 3rd Street, however, something quite amazing was happening in a local grocery store. Outside there was total chaos, with some people running and screaming and fright and others running and screaming in interest, heading towards the automatic doors. Amidst the confusion a few cars had experienced fender-benders, and angry drivers were shaking their fists at the people running in little spasms around the store.

Inside, people were stacked at the door, heads following something that was moving around the aisles like a tennis match. Mouths were hanging open and glasses were askew on many faces. The small store had about 7 aisles, each heavily stacked with food products. Walls were painted a washed out white, accented in green. Clerks and bag boys could be easily spotted with their smocks, each white and green like the walls surrounding them.

People hurriedly fumbled for cameras, phones, and exits as something not quite on the Tokyo agenda was gliding its way down aisle number 3. A cart, a lone cart, was surrounded in a grey aura and slowly rolling, by itself, down the isle. But of course it was quite alone, for there was a person. Yet the person was sitting cross-legged on the handle bar, balancing perfectly without budging as the cart rolled on. The person, the young woman rather, had her head bowed down and was squinting at a small piece of yellow notepaper. Her shoulder length hair, colored sandy blonde and obviously layered, hung tucked behind one ear with some strands hanging down across her eyes. And her eyes, Oh! Here was yet another reason for people to goggle. This girl did not have the type of eyes that people would dub normal. One was as black as coal, and the other a stormy grey. "Contacts" some whispered, yet others doubted. And yet the strange shopper rolled slowly onward, seemingly oblivious to the shocked stares she was getting.

Mumbling, the girl crumpled up the paper in obvious frustration and threw it over her shoulder. "Damn, can't read my hand writing worth shit." She picked her head up and began making random grabs at the shelves. "Hmmm…been craving some beans…ooo! Yay! Top ramen!....."

Down every aisle she went, still oblivious to all that was going on around her. That was until a shocked little boy stood right in her path, bringing her to a halt. The girl raised and eyebrow at the little boy, noting his wide eyes and the little shaking hands. She cocked her head to the side, narrowed her eyes, and said "Boo."

The little kid jumped and ran squealing into his mothers waiting arms. "Hn. Damn kids." She just then seemed to notice the throng of people gathered in front of, blocking her access from aisle 7 to aisle 8. She shifted her glare to them. They all flinched a bit.

A slightly more brave shopper hesitantly ventured to the front of the crowd, and piped "Uh, ahem, are you….are you a ghost?"

"Hmph." She cocked her head again and smiled her eeriest smile. "Perhaps. Or perhaps I am a figment of ALL your puny little imaginations. I could be a hologram sent to play a prank on you gullible idiots." She looked as if she was trying to be friendly.

She scooted forward on her cart of a sudden, and leaned in to the frightened crowd. "Or perhaps I am just like you, only a little better…"

The people just stared. Not a word was said. Not a word needed to be said. Each person had their own idea of who the young women with the ghost cart could really be.

"Idiots.." The girl snorted to herself and headed towards the cash register. "Hey?! Can I get some service over here or what?"

One of the clerks skirted over to the cash register and hurriedly began ringing up the girl's items. All of a sudden, more commotion exploded outside. Just as people turned around to look out towards the parking lot, a loud CRASH came from above, along with bits of the ceiling. People began screaming and pushing to get out, all except the girl with the ghost cart. "What the hell?! I am just trying to shop, damnit! Is that so hard?"

Loud coughing came from the cloud of dust as a rather large human figure stood up out of the debris.

"It is I! Kazuma Kuwabara here to quell the demon uprising!" A tall orange-haired guy called out in an all too important voice. His left hand held up a piece sign, while the other had what the girl recognized as a spirit sword lying on his shoulder. "Hey!!! Were did all the demons go?!" He cried as he realized that the building was now completely deserted but for one little girl. He waved his arms up and down in apparent frustration.

"You oaf! There are no demons here!" The girl got off her cart, the grey light extinguishing.

"Yes there are! They are causing panic and chaos, and I, the great Kuwabara, am here to save the innocent humans! So if you wouldn't mind being rescued now young lady I…."

"Watch it ugly. I'm not so innocent as you might think." The girl walked up to the man named Kuwabara, and looked up. She was little more than half her height. "Besides. You've caused more chaos than any demon could, moron."

Kuwabara confusedly looked at his pretty little slender girl with strange mismatched eyes glaring right up at him. He was strangely reminded of a pint-sized fire demon he knew…. "HEY! IM NOT AN OAF! OR A MORON!" He yelled down at her. "Little ladies shouldn't talk like that!!"

"Huh. And people like you shouldn't talk period."

"Stop it! And wait, how do you know about demons….HOLY GEEZ! You are a DEMON!"

"Baka, of course I'm not a demon." The girls put on a sweet and angelic face. "Im just a sweet and innocent little lady trying to finish her shopping."

Kuwabara's mouth turned into a confused 'oh'.

"But intrusive people such as yourself don't seem to want to let me do that. So.." Her eyes went back to a peeved glare "Im just gonna have to run your ass through a wall."

Kuwabara backed up suddenly. Right at that moment he could sense a strong power leaking from the girl in front of him, making him a bit suspicious. "Woah now. I refuse to hit a girl."

Her eyes glared. "Why not?"

"Because!" He whined. "It's just not right!"

"Hmm… pity." A smirk played across her pink lips. At her last words, she sprang into sudden motion. Her left hand moved forward, aiming at his face while her left leg twisted around his heels.

Kuwabara, did indeed, fly. He flew right through aisles 6, 5, and 4 and came to a crashing halt at the white and green stone wall. Wiping her hands, she ignored the indignant gasps from the blue bundle buried in rubble and grabbed her groceries and walked out the door. "What the hell is so wrong with trying to put in some quick shopping? I mean, they all looked as if they had seen a ghost…." She mumbled to herself while striding out the sliding doors and into the chaotic parking lot. "Or like they had seen a demon…" A feral grin spread over her face at this thought.

In a beautiful temple atop a hill sat three young men and an older lady. Two of the men were conversing among themselves while the other leaned at the window, eyes staring out into oblivion. The old lady sat peacefully and drank tea.

"Do you really think it was a good idea to send Kuwabara on the case alone? 'Cause I mean, it is Kuwabara…" One of the boys with slicked back black hair said, looking in apprehension towards a man with long flame hair.

"I believe he can handle it. Besides, this might help give him a confidence boost and therefore it will improve his training." The red headed man said calmly.

"I know Kurama, but it's Kuwabara here!"

"Yusuke, look at it like this: we get to…." Kurama was cut off by the old lady with pink hair putting down her tea and clearing her throat rather loudly.

Yusuke looked at her and a gave a sarcastic, "Yes 'O Holy Nun'?"

"Curb your tongue Yusuke, or one day you will find it cut out and handed to you." The women said in a raspy voice. She closed her eyes and continued. "I just thought that you would like to get a move on to go help Kuwabara."

"Why is that, Genkai?" Kurama asked, slightly concerned.

"Because, the supposed weak demon you sent him after just threw him across a grocery mart and halfway through a brick wall. Isn't that right, Hiei?" Genkai turned towards the spiky haired demon by the window.

Hiei could barely contain a smirk as he stated "Baka ningen."

Yusuke groaned as he rose from his seat on the couch and angrily stated, "That idiot is gonna pay for making me go all the way downtown." He walked out the door with his hands in pockets of his green pants, grumbling all the way.

Genkai went back to sipping tea while Kurama picked up a book and read placidly on the couch. Hiei still stood by the window, not having moved an inch. A fleeting thought of amusement clapped in his mind as he imagined all the ways Kuwabara could be sent flying through a human store.

Well, the chapter might be a bit on the short side, but I am pretty much finished with the next one it just needs a bit of revising. Right now I have the basic plot for the story worked out, but there are some things that still need some spicing up!

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