Satorisama- I thought I'd do something a little different in this chapter since it is the end of Part II, and after thinking about it while listening to the Linkin Park Meteora cd, it suddenly came to me. Hope you like it. I don't own the lyrics or the songs, Linkin Park does. This chapter is sort of a songfic, so everything in italics and in quotes is part of the song "Easier to Run." REVIEW!!! I LOVE GETTING REVIEWS!!! It's like a present in my email inbox, in the middle of the day. It rocks!!!

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Chapter 11—Reassignment


"Its easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb. It's so much easier to go then face all this pain here all alone...

Something has been taken from deep inside of me. A secret I've kept locked away no one can ever see. Wounds so deep they never show, they never go away. Like moving pictures in my head for years and years they've played..."


Koenma: I nod in thought as the detectives file in to my office, and I bite my pacifier as well. So much has happened in the past 48 hours. So many secrets brought to the surface, so many private things becoming unhidden and brought into the public view.

I wet my lips to speak. "Detectives," I begin tying to sound cheerier than I actually am feeling. "Good job on recapturing the amulet."

Kuwabara laughs and offers up a victory sign. "No Problem!"

I smile weekly and look at my hands. Even Kuwabara's antics can not lighten this battle I am waging with my conscious.

"Can I have the Amulet of Tamashii?" I say as I try to decide how to handle this delicate situation. Daja did save all the detectives from annihilation and stayed true to her word on that sense, but she also lied to me when she said her spirit energy level was that of a lower C class demon and she wouldn't be much of a help if she did not have a sword in her hands. (That was the reason I agreed to have a sword crafted for her, even if it was a dead blade). The fight with Sensou easily proves she is lower S class at the least. She deliberately told me a falsehood when I requested the absolute truth. How do I know that she isn't lying about not wanting to kill the detectives even though she does have a right to revenge as she said? How do I know she wont pull a heist like Hiei and Kurama did a few years back? How do I know if anything about her is true or false?

I bite on my pacifier again. "It was a lie."

"—nd then we went to the city. After we went to that b— I, uh... what was that Koenma?"

I look at Kuwabara who had been talking aimlessly for a few minutes until I unknowingly interrupted him. I look at Daja, who at the moment is staring out with a disinterested look on her face.

"Please explain, what was a lie?" Kurama asks me curiously from one of the chairs drawn up to my desk from the waiting room.

I draw in a deep breath and debate what I should do. And then it comes to me. It might not be the best choice of action but it will work until Daja's mental health is back into the range of being slightly stable. Before I am able to say what I am about to say, Daja interrupts me by asking me a simple question.

"Where did they go?"

Daja continues to stare out the window even though the rest of the detectives have turned to look at her still form leaning against the wall.

"Daja, you know I can not tell you about the final destination of a soul. It's against the rules for me to send a soul somewhere it doesn't belong either."

She narrows her cloudy azure eyes. "What are you trying to tell me?"

I bite my pacifier as it seems to be a habit when I am feeling indecision, and look at her now tense form. "Daja, I tried to take them to heaven but, my father had other plans."

She glares at me and approaches my desk, stepping between Kurama and Yusuke as Hiei watches from his place against the wall. "Are you trying to tell me that you sent them to hell?"

"I did my best, but I couldn't help them."

She frowns and slams her fists into my desk. "Yeah!?! Well your best wasn't good enough. It wasn't NEARLY good enough."

"Your best was far greater than what you told me it was, what you swore was the truth was a LIE!" I shout back meeting her gaze with an unwavering confidence I hadn't felt before. She is the one who cannot even tell the truth, and she accuses me of not doing my best. How dare she even think that!

Daja looks taken aback for a second before her eyes turn stony and cold. "I trying to protect you," she says looking down at her hands and her voice barely raises above that of a whisper.

"Protect us from what!" Yusuke shouts, finally becoming interested in this conversation.

She turns toward Yusuke and winces. "It's... complicated... "

"Yeah, I'll bet it's complicated!" Kuwabara shouts, a strange look of betrayal on his face, though technically Daja didn't betray him at all.

"I... I..." Daja's eyes dart around the room anxiously as she slowly starts to back up towards the doors leading out into the waiting room.

"Daja, we're waiting for an answer." I say exasperatedly.

"I can't tell you!" She shouts defensively as Yusuke begins to advance on her, and in weakened state she must know that she can not prevail against him.

"Why can you not tell us what you are protecting us from?" Kurama asks as he voices his interest in this state of affairs for the first time.

Daja stops in her tracks, and looks down in shame. "I'm forbidden to tell you."

"Break the rules and tell us, you seem to be good at doing that!" Kuwabara shouts loudly. I feel slightly sorry for the ordeal I have unleashed on Daja by bring up the subject of her deceit, but it is what has to be done in order to learn the truth.

Daja winces and continues to look down.


"If I could change I would, take back the pain I would, retrace every wrong move that I made I would. If could stand up and take all the blame I would. If I could take all the shame to the grave I would...

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past, bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have. Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back and never moving forward so there would never be a past..."


"I only wanted to find him..." She mutters, gently falling to her knees on the bare marble floor. Her hair covers her face, hiding any emotion if she even has any on her face. "If I had only been there I could have... I had only been able to stop what happened... He'd still be alive... If only I hadn't been so numb... "

At this point Daja is near tears, her body shaking violently as she chokes back silent sobs.

I frown and walk around my desk and kneel down next to her in my adolescent form. "Daja, you need to move on. They are gone now. There is nothing you can do for them now. Even if you wanted to, would you? If you want, you can be reassigned to a different department in Spirit World. You could be a ferry girl instead of a spirit detective, if you choose the follow that path of action."

Daja looks up and I see here eyes are the purest, most crystalline shade of aquamarine, almost like the depths of the ocean, before they turn hazy and dark. I am witnessing the most powerful and intimate feeling Daja will show us, and it's regret.

"Who are you?" a cold voice from behind Daja says roughly as Daja begins to choke back more tears, but no droplet has escaped her azure orbs yet.

"Who are you?" the harsh voice says again, this time more commanding than before. "Surely not the woman who defeated Sensou single handedly. Or the woman who fought bravely by my side even when the odds were against her. And you certainly can't be the woman who summoned a dragon equal to my own, for she had power surpassed by none..."

All of a sudden Daja's body gets real tense and is no longer shaking from crying. Awareness of a coming argument tells me to get up and move away, and that's exactly what I do. Yet as I walk back to my desk where the remaining detectives sit in a small group, my eyes never leave the unfolding battle in front of me.

Hiei stands behind Daja, annoyance clearing showing on his face and in his voice as he accuses Daja of being someone other than herself. "No, you can't be her. She would never reduce herself to a weeping pile of flesh over what has happened in the past. She had faced her fears, and you seem to be swallowed by them."

Daja looks up and her face isn't showing depression, but anger and hatred. She quickly rises to her feet and turns around to stare straight at Hiei. "How dare you insult me!!!" Daja shouts as she blindly moves to strike Hiei with her fist, but Hiei steps forward and uses his arm to block her punch.

"Idiot!" Hiei shouts as he punches Daja in the abdomen, causing her to double up with pained shout on the ground as he hits her sore spot.

All this is beginning to get out of hand, and I start to say for Hiei to stop it when he glares at me to stay silent. Kurama leans over and whispers that Hiei must know what he is doing, or else he wouldn't be doing it.

Daja gets up and looks even more frustrated and anguished at the same time.


"If I could change I would, take back the pain I would, retrace every wrong move that I made I would. If could stand up and take all the blame I would. If I could take all the shame to the grave I would..."


"I don't understand, Hiei!" Daja shouts at Hiei who still remains standing before her in a stance filled with coldness.

Hiei smirks as he continues to mock Daja mercilessly. "I don't understand how you can be so weak, even when you have shown me how strong your soul is."

Daja's expression wavers for a second before she shouts back. "You wouldn't understand, even if you had been there. It was all my fault that he died!!!"


"If I could change I would, take back the pain I would, retrace every wrong move that I made I would. If could stand up and take all the blame I would. If I could take all the shame to the grave I would..."


"What is there to understand?" Hiei spits back as Daja begins to rack silently in sobs again. "You are blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault. You are pathetic for regretting the past. You can't change what happened, so just move on."

Daja looks at Hiei for a second, and then stands up tall, her aura of hatred promptly dispersing into oblivion. She smirks and runs a hand through her hair. "I see what you're trying to do now. I was confused as to your motives, and I'm afraid to say your endeavor to make me move on is not working. It is my fault, and you or I will never be able to change that. But I can change the future, I can protect you all from the fate that he met. You all have lives that matter, I do not. I have nothing left to live for except my duty to memories of those I cared for."

Yusuke, Kurama, and Kuwabara open their mouths to interrupt and prove Daja wrong but she silences then with a simple smile. Their mouths hang half open as Daja smiles, her eyes reflecting the happiness she is trying to project. One can still see the sorrow she carries inside when they look close at the seemingly happy glints in her eyes, however, and her illusion of being content with the world is somewhat muddied by it.


"Just washing it aside, all of the helplessness inside. Pretending I don't feel misplaced is so much simpler to change...

It's easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb. It's so much easier to go then face all this pain here all alone..."


She tilts her head to the left a bit and continues. "Koenma when you said that I could change divisions, did you mean it?"

I nod my head hesitantly, wondering if I was being a little too harsh on her at the beginning. I am getting this feeling that I might not have five people on this detective squad anymore.

"Here, this belongs somewhere safe." Daja pulls out something wrapped in a small piece of bloodstained blue cloth. I catch it easily and Daja smiles.

"This old woman must be off now, she has things she must attend to." With that Daja turns around and starts to head to the door. She sighs and begins to reach for the handle and remarks absently, "I have finally figured out what I would do if it were possible for a kleptomaniac like me to achieve the impossible. Ah, the misfortune of a fallen thief."

Daja turns the handle of the large, polished wooden door and begins the struggle of opening them in her drained state.

"What would you do, Daja?" Yusuke laughs at Daja's attempt to be funny who smiles weakly in return.

"If I could change I would, take back the pain I would, retrace every wrong move that I made I would. If could stand up and take all the blame I would. If I could take all the shame to the grave I would." Daja chuckles and runs a hand through her brown hair as she rubs her injured thigh lightly. "But it isn't always that easy to do that. I guess I'll be seeing you all around, and I talk to you later about my sentence tomorrow morning." She points to her self and smiles. "This grandma need a nap before she passes out from exhaustion."

"WHY do you keep calling yourself old, your not old at all!!!" Kuwabara shouts, apparently as lost in this whole conversation. Not that that is a new thing around the office...

"Yes, Daja. I'd like to know that too. From your appearance, I'd say you can not be any older than 17." Kurama asks as he stands up to stretch his legs.

"Hmm..." Daja smiles enigmatically as she opens the door. She pauses and turns around before she leaves to answer. "If I told you that, I'd have to kill you." She chuckles and exits the door with out another word, closing the heavy door behind her softly.


"It's easier to run, replacing this pain with something numb. It's so much easier to go then face all this pain here all alone..."


I tighten my hand softly around the object Daja gave to me just seconds before, and I realize she gave me something very small and hard. I unwrap the object, and gaze down at the object in my hand. The gold of the Amulet of Tamashii shines in the soft light from the chandelier above as does the deep purple, enchanted amethyst of the dark fairies of the deepest parts of Spirit Worlds inlaid in the center of the intricate golden design.

I stare at it awhile longer before a rather large smile appears on my lips.

She can be trusted.


Satorisama: This is the end of Part II. I hope you liked this chapter! I loved writing it, it's the first songfic I've tried to do as a chapter to this story, and I think its pretty good. Review to tell me what you think.

Well, the next Part of this story is called (dun dun dun suspense) "In the Middle". And I've also decided to name the first two parts as well. I know its kind of late to do that, but I just decided to do that today. Anyway, Part I is called "The Makings of a Detective" and Part II is called "The Days of Transition."

Review!!! (Tries to look menacing and fails to do so) I tried... Until we meet again... or I write another chapter, which ever comes first.