k, all redone and all grammerfied thankx to my wonderful beta tyco662

Sorry I suck at summaries, but if you read the summaries on this site most people say that, so I guess I'm a sheep. Baa and to prove that I'm going to tell you this is my first story (it is) and ask you to please be nice, and to review.

diclaimer: I own nothing as awsome as yu yu hakusho...unfourtunately...

Prolougue: Catch me if you can

The dark forest repelled sight as bug spray does mosquitoes. The smell of damp bark and leaves assaulted the senses, befuddling the mind and perfuming the air with their stench of death and decay. Standing before a village on the edge of the forest was a dark haired girl, standing at only about 4'5". She was in her late teens, her age betrayed by her figure, which was quite developed. Her jet-black hair fell to her knees, even though it was tied in a high ponytail by a leather thong and bone. Shining like the feathers of the raven in the moonlight, she allowed a small smile to creep across her face.

"Did you notify the 'authorities' yet?" She sent the telepathic message soaring upward into the clear night sky.

After a moment, the reply came. "Yes, they will be there shortly."

'Good, very good,' she mused silently to herself, thinking of destruction that they would find. A pity all these innocent people had to die, but it was for a greater cause. These people would have probably amounted to nothing in their lives, so they might as well do something in death.

'Better make a show of running when they come,' she quickly decided. Turning, her coal black eyes looked at her handy work one more time before she took off into the night on a fake chase that she planned to lose.

She really had done a nice job; the once peaceful farming town wouldn't be able to be used for years, even if those stupid superstitious demons ever wanted to return here. The houses were all burned, most nearly to the ground. The chimneys now lay in scattered pieces along the ground with only their smoke stains to show that they ever made a funnel for the waste of a blazing fire. Oh and the people…her best work was always in the people; they were her canvas, her medium for her knife. The corpses sang as she carved her masterpiece…the rapture of a finished work. Many of the people were stabbed unless necessary; she never cut a person's neck. Your head held everything you knew, and to disconnect that from your body bordered on a sin. The ground would certainly remain saturated in blood for years; only blood- sucking plants would grow there, making a virtual forest of doom. Yes, this was one of her better works. It was a pity that no one else would see it that way.

The girl took off into the forest, jumping nimbly from branch to branch, just as the guards of the senior Lord of the Dead arrived. She paused every hundred yards to allow the guards time to catch up with their slow, stumbling pace. Veering sharply to the left, she heard the order that she had been waiting for, an order to surround her to capture her. Leading them straight into her trap, she threw several throwing knives into the darkness, hearing three cries of pain for each knife. She tossed two more into trees, purposely missing to hide her skill. The group was closing in as she headed towards a cliff that she could easily have climbed, as she had several times before. This time, however, she stayed holed up, as if she had nowhere to go. She threw several more knives, pretending to fear her capture. This cliff was one of the reasons that this village had been picked for the attack...It was easy to pretend that you were cornered here.

The squad of militarily dressed fighters, the top fighters (pets, more like) of the senior Lord of the Dead, closed in on her. As they got closer, she started throwing more misses then hits, trying to give the impression that she felt pressured. A flash lit the forest, and she clucked her tongue disapprovingly; that would ruin their night vision, and she did have to be dragged to the dungeon by them after all. The flash formed itself into a kai blast from one the squads' hands. Their aim was slightly off; to correct it, the girl leaned slightly to the left, helping the man get closer to his target. Feigning a knock out, she slumped to the ground.

As they secured her with slack knots and clumsily dragged her away, she reflected on the inept methods and abilities of the most elite fighting force that the senior Enma had to offer. She wondered how they had managed to survive kindergarten, never mind becoming one of the top forces in makai. Had everything decayed that much down here? It was a good thing that the Rei kai Tantei were more skilled, or this plan just might not work.

Closing her eyes, she decided to catch up on her sleep, since she wasn't supposed to be conscious anyway. The group walked off into the distance, talking of their mission that night. Their voices carried their captive off into a peaceful slumber as they discussed the funerals of those that she had killed.

k, that's the end of the first chapter...also if you hate Ron form HP as much as I do you'll want to read DramaAnne's 365 ways to kill a waesley, or if your an Inu-Yasha person then try Christmas madness by mustang'smistress, or something by lesalanna for pern fans...