FW: (typing WICKED fast)

Yusuke: Trying out for Guinness World Records on typing?

FW: No, stupid. I've got a MAJOR project I need to be doing, and a stupid school dance my friends are dragging me too, so I've got no time!

Botan: Than don't update today.

FW: No way. I'll update every other day at least unless I notify readers first. That's a guarantee! Unless I get hit by a car or something….

Kurama: What kind of fool would get themselves hit by a car?

Hiei: The king of them.

Yusuke: HEY!

FW: I don't have time for this….

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or Guinness Book of World Records

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Botan froze. She could hear footsteps hurrying her way, but she couldn't bring her body to move, even to run. A hand appeared on her shoulder, forcibly turning her around to meet her finder. Judging by the broom in his charcoal colored hand, he was a janitor.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded right away.

The girl opened her mouth to speak, but found her mind a total blank. But between the truth of breaking in and illegally reading documents or saying nothing, she easily chose the latter.

"A mute, eh?" He jumped to conclusions.

Taking this opportunity, she nodded vigorously. "But you're still not supposed to be here," he said, glaring.

Luckily, with this added time, Botan had found an escape. She placed her right hand behind her back, and quickly formed her oar out of thin air. Swinging her right arm with all her strength, she whacked the janitor across the face. He went tumbling to the floor in a shocked yelp of pain, out cold.

"Hmph," she grunted. "And people think girls can't fight!"

The blue haired girl slowly got back on subject, glancing around at all the file cabinets. "This could take longer than I'd hoped…."

By this time, it was nearing darkness outside. "See ya tomorrow Kurama," Kuwabara respectfully said goodbye.

"Yes, until then," the redhead formally said back. "Hiei, don't you have anything to say?" He then turned to his smaller friend.

"Yes," the darkest said, turning to Kuwabara. "Rot in he#l."

"YOU LITTLE-"

Whatever the oaf was going to say next was lost. Hiei whipped around and jumped out the open window, falling from sight.

"Hiei!" Kurama yelled, wide-eyed and running to the window.

"Who would have thought the shrimp was suicidal," the other detective muttered, joining his comrade near the wall.

Hiei, despite Kuwabara's belief, was fine, standing on a tree branch, jagan uncovered and searching the area.

"What is it?" Kurama asked, not noticing anything unusual.

"Someone was here," came the curt answer, the one who gave it now staring fixedly at seemingly nothing.

"A demon?" Kurama asked, concerned.

"Come on guys," the largest of the three moaned. "Me and Kurama didn't sense anything. It was probably just a bird."

"No," Hiei muttered, leaning over the side of the branch to where he was staring. His hand came back in a fist. He unclenched it, letting them all see what he held. It was a small piece of denim cloth.

Kurama took it into his own hands and smelled, searching for a scent. He gagged, and Kuwabara quickly moved to steady him, as he almost fell backward.

"Fox?" Hiei asked, concern ALMOST being heard.

The fox didn't answer for a moment, and when he finally did, he only choked out one word, "Rackly," before blacking out.

Gently, Kuwabara placed the still form leaning against him on the bed, before turning to Hiei, who had reentered the room, and looked ready to kill.

"Let's go," Kuwabara murmured, and started out the room door. He didn't need to glance back to know Hiei was following.

Bored as usual, Yusuke set out for a night on the town, walking along one of the more shady streets. It was dangerous to walk this road alone, especially at dusk, but he wasn't worried. "Why should I be," he asked himself, grinning. "I'm Yusuke Urameshi!" He was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost didn't notice Flactem. Almost.

Of course he wondered why the section leader was in this part of town, but was answered almost immediately. There were four high schoolers, not ones that Yusuke recognized, leading him away. "Blackmail," he muttered, moving into a more shadowed area to keep from being seen. "Busting this up should be fun," he grinned.

"Oh yeah, might want to save Flactem too…."

With that thought, he charged. It was a one-sided fight. The four kids, from other schools, he realized, weren't in his league. He was only caught off guard once, by one trying to knife him, but a giant right hand from Flactem was enough to send the teenager flying.

Once they were on the ground, the senior turned to the leader of their little gang, and placed a massive foot on his back, slowly shifting his weight to that foot. It was a LOT of weight he shifted.

Finally satisfied, the two set off. "You don't look like the type to let people push you around, if they even could," Yusuke struck a conversation. "What was that back there?"

The overweight trumpet player shook his head. "They threatened to "finish Rackly off" if I didn't come with them. Don't know what they were talking about, so I figured I'd find out. But then you came along, so I figured I'd help you out," he said, thinking matters over.

"Don't tell me you're mad I saved you!" The detective exploded, misunderstanding.

"I would have been fine," he said, brushing off the boy's help.

"They had a frickin' knife!"

Flactem shrugged. "All they would have gotten is fat," he said, and Yusuke found himself agreeing.

As for Botan, she had finally found the files for Joane Resserd. Sitting on a crate, she opened the folder, and almost dropped it in shock. The was a picture of a 13 year old GIRL inside.

Botan quickly got up and searched for another Joane Resserd, but found that there was only one file, for this female. Deciding she had nothing better to do, she sat down again and began to read it.

Her eyes moved side to side as she skimmed the file, taking in more important information. Her life seemed perfectly normal, but then during her freshman year, four years ago,she and her parents were murdered in their house. The killer was never found.

Botan's eyebrows furrowed. She could tell she was missing something important. She read through again and discovered what it was. She had gone to Rekat high school, been in the band, and played flute.

She turned back to the front of the file and looked at the picture. Gleaming dark brown hair, bright green eyes, full of life. Botan found herself pitying the girl. "All these things," she muttered, "school, instrument, even the name, they're all the same as Joane," she said, thinking.

"Coisindence? No, it's too much," with that, she copied the address of her house, returned the file, stepped over the janitor, and left, acting perfectly innocent.

She considered it more outside, "He must have changed his. But why would he take on a dead girl's name...?"

Hiei and Kuwabara ran side by side, the demon settling for a slow pace so the human could keep up. They'd been using the jagan, trying to find any traces of Rackly, but somehow unable. "Maybe it's broken," Kuwabara gasped out, even the slower pace hard on his weaker body.

"No, fool, it's not broken," Hiei said, annoyed. NO ONE did that to Kurama and got away with it.

They ran almost literally into Yusuke and Flactem.

"Where's the fire?" Yusuke asked, nonchalant.

"We're looking for Rackly," Kuwabara relayed the information.

"Rackly?" Flactem asked, thinking of the four who had dragged him away not long ago.

In an instant, Hiei was in front of the human. "What do you know," he demanded.

Flactem wasn't fazed. Gently, he pushed Hiei a little farther away. "Some other high school kids mentioned something about finishing him off," he answered. "Why?"

Hiei and Kuwabara glanced at each other.

"Lead us there," it wasn't a suggestion by the fire demon.

Deciding now wasn't the time to argue, the fat senior turned and started backtracking.

"Can someone PLEASE clue me in?" Yusuke yelled, watching everyone leave, ignoring him. Grumbling, he hurried to catch up.

Botan, in the meantime, found herself standing in front of an abandoned, old, haunted house looking shack. "This must be the place," she said, glancing at the slip of paper she'd written the address on. Gathering her courage, she walked the broken brick pathway to the door.

She put her hand on the doorknob, but couldn't bring herself to turn it, "I can't go in there!" She cried, taking her hand away. "Oooooh, this isn't fair! I'm a ferry girl, and assistant! Not a detective!" She looked skyward, "Oh Koenma, what were you thinking assigning me this…?"

Shegasped as she suddenly felt enormous energy, whether demonic or human, she wasn't willing to find out! She opened the door and rushed inside, preferring the fears inside than the obvious danger outside.

The first thing she noticed was blood, and lots of it. Her stomach churned. "I guess no one bothered to clean up after the murder," she said, disgusted.

"Who's there?" A voice called out from another room. Her eyes widened, recognizing it.

She turned to where the voice came from, just as Joane entered the room.

END CHAPTER 12

FW: There, now I have the rest of the day for project.

Kuwabara: (hugging a teddy bear) This is getting scary!

FW: Really? Cool!

Kurama: …Why have I blacked out?

FW: Still working that out…. I'll know by next chapter! So now, if you want to review, cool beans, if not, fine by me! And if you wanna flame, go ahead! I'll take it in stride!