Author's Note: Hi mina-san! Meru here. This is the prologue to Urameshi's 11. I want to fill in the cast, and I think I have everyone, but I'm missing someone to play Basher, and Livingston. This cast is based off the old YYH because the new season is not one I have seen and can use. Also, I have places for Yusuke, Botan, Kuwabara, Shiziru (is that her name?), Hiei, Koenma, Genkai, Kurama, and Ogre. Any suggestions are recommended. I mean, if we were using the new cast, I could probably find people, but I can't do that.
Disclaimer: I don't, nor ever will, own YYH or Ocean's 11.
Have fun
Prologue
He held up his nose in dignity. He was the highest ranking man in this building, so far as he was concerned. How he got here was a stupid slip-up, and he was the best in this business. He walked through the door into an empty room and waited for the meeting to begin. While waiting, he looked in the window, staring at his reflection. His hair black hair was hanging down, and he ran a shaky hand through it. Soon it would be fixed up with gel, but for the past four years he had been lacking in that supply. He had the signs of a beard, and he realized how much he missed his razer. All and all, he looked scruffy, which was to be expected. He brushed some dust off of his dirty, tan, full body uniform, and nodded at the woman who entered the room.
The woman was dressed in a suit, and she looked cleaner than anyone he had seen in the building so far besides the guards. She adjusted her clip board and fixed her glasses. "Please state your name for the records."
"Yusuke Urameshi," he gave a smile and leaned back against the rickety chair.
"Well," she smiled back, and returned her gaze to the paper "You were suspected of other crimes, but this is the first that you have been charged for. What have you to say to that."
He nodded "As you said ma'am I was never charged."
"What caused you to make this destructive decision?"
"My girlfriend of five years broke up with me. I was miserable, and set on a self destructive path," Yusuke frowned, trying to seem more convincing.
"If released from prison, will you continue these crimes?"
"Naw, I'm an ex-convict now, and she isn't the sort to torture. So I'm free of her and the troubles that came with. What 'bout you, does a man in uniform interest you?" he stretched to display the garb.
She snorted and refused to look him in the eye "What do you plan on doing once released?"
He shrugged "I dunno, you free Saturday?"
He went through his belongings, or what was left of them. He put on the tuxedo he had walked in with, and fingered a tiny velvet box with a diamond ring before pocketing it. He listened to the list of rules that were set out before him. No leaving the state, no drinking, and all the usual laws apply. Blah blah blah.
With a fresh start, he walked out the door and looked around expecting a ride. Seeing no one, he began to walk, waving goodbye to a sign that said "California State Penitentiary."