I feel like a parrot. squawk don't own Yu Yu Hakusho. How many times do I have to repeat it?

Ch.4

I was approached by a man named Karron. He was doing some experiments in the Makai world, and he wanted my help. All I had to do was steal supplies and machines that he needed. It was a lot of money for such easy work so there was no way I could refuse. Besides, the things that I was stealing seemed harmless enough, like software and such. Don't get me wrong, doing these kinds of things to humans never appealed to me, but I didn't know what the tests were, and I never intended to find out. Unfortunately I did.

Yusuke could tell that the memories were stirring something up inside his friend. Kurama was no longer lounging in the air, but sitting with his arms around his knees and he would not look at him , but Yusuke was not about to stop the story. Besides, Kurama had better control over himself than anyone else he knew.

Karron had called me back to the facility, saying that he had another job for me. It was a huge building with many rooms and a lot of workers. Obviously it was a big project. Well when I met him the first thing he asked me about was my fighting ability. He said he had heard about how powerful the thief Youko Kurama was, but he wanted to be sure. Well I assured him that the stories did not lie about my strength and if he really thought that I could have done half of those things if they did. He laughed at this and said no he didn't think I could have before he started explaining about the job he wanted me to do.

"I want you to transport one of our experiments; it's our best creation so you'll have to be very careful. I don't want it getting damaged." I had to ask him why he wanted me to do it, for it sounded like something he could easily do himself. "Yes well, we are moving part of our experiments to another facility, and we want this one to be moved a little more discreetly. It's the one thing we can not afford to lose. Everything else can be replaced easily enough, if need be, and we figured a single party would not draw so much attention. We have a lot of enemies you know." I decided to take the job. It was fairly easy and the pay was more than adequate. He was very happy that I accepted. "I'm assuming you would like to see what you will be transporting, just follow me. It's being worked on right now but I don't think that will be a problem." With that he got up and walked out of the room.

I followed him for a good five minutes until we reached an observation deck. One whole wall of the room was glass looking down into what looked like an operating room. He walked over to the glass wall and indicated to something in the room. I stayed behind so that I couldn't see the room below, and I had a feeling I didn't want to see. "There she is," he said as he beckoned me over. I came over and looked down; I'll never forget what I saw. There was a girl on a table and she was being operated on. Even from that distance I could see how much blood there was. In all essence…it was torture. Then he asked me if I wanted a closer look, and I was not in a position to say no. He took my silence as a yes and opened a door at the side of the room we were in. As soon as he opened it a loud, piercing sound hit me like a blow to the head. It took me a few seconds to realize that the noise was someone screaming, and as I walked down the steps I saw who it was. It was the girl. We were about two feet away from the table, the operators had stopped there work, and all I could do was stare at her. She was just a teenage girl, a human teenage girl. Her screaming had stopped when the doctors had stopped, but there was even more blood that I originally thought. There was very little of her not covered in blood, and the people had started to clean her up.

Once she was clean he ordered them to stand her up, but she couldn't even support her own weight, and collapsed as soon as they let her go. "Pitiful," he said as he pulled her back up with one arm. That was all I could take. I walked out of that room and back to the room I had met him in. I was planning to leave but Karron had followed me back and was thinking otherwise. "Don't tell me you're actually feeling sorry for it." That man was actually laughing, but at the time I didn't have much respect for humans either, like most demons, so I was actually considering staying. "It's only a human," he continued, but he corrected himself. "No, not even human. She was artificially created so technically she isn't even a person, just a machine." I was starting to feel a little better about it, seeing as how she wasn't a real human, it didn't seem so repulsive. Besides it was just a human, and they don't matter.

"Fine," I said "I'll do the job, when is it."

"In two days time and you're welcome to stay here until then."

"Kurama, you actually took the job!" Yusuke interrupted. He felt sorry for his friend, Kurama was getting pretty depressed at this memory and Yusuke had never seen Kurama depressed, but he was even more disgusted by the idea that his friend had actually gotten involved. Kurama turned to him and Yusuke was shocked to see his friends eyes misted over with unshed tears. "I didn't know the whole story, besides I hadn't lived in the human world yet and still thought of them as inferior. Kurama then turned back to staring at his knees and continued his story.

I never actually got to do the job; there was a disturbance before it that made me see things in a new light. A day after the job was assigned I was in the room that had been lent to me, trying to plan out the safest path to take. However, my task was interrupted when an alarm went off. It was a piercing noise that definitely could not be ignored. I didn't know why the alarm was going off, until someone burst through my door. It was the test subject I was going to transport. Then it was obvious that she was the cause for the alarm. She had escaped. I rushed over to the door closed it and locked it so she couldn't get out, making sure to stand between her and the only exit. If I had never talked to her I never would have known the truth, but while waiting for the guards to get here we had plenty of time to talk. The first thing I noticed was that she was covered in blood, like when I first saw her. There wasn't as much as the first time, but it was still there.

"So you're trying to escape I see, well it ends here." I hadn't actually expected her to respond, but she did.

"I take it you're the one they hired to transport me."

"The thing can talk I see." I was so rude to her, but she seemed used to it for she knew exactly how to respond.

"Thing? I have a name you know."

"Well then what is it?" There was a long silence before she answered me, and I still regret asking her.

"I…don't remember. They've always called me WM7, but I had a name at one point." I thought she was an artificial life form so her comment made no sense.

"Why would they give you a name if they were just going to take it away?" She was just staring at me without any emotion at all.

"These people didn't name me, my parents did."

"You must be confused, you were artificially made, and you never had any parents." At this she actually started laughing.

"Is that what they've been telling you? Well that's wrong, let me correct it. I was a normal human, but I was ripped away from my parents when I was two years old. It's true that most of my body now has been 'created' but I still consider myself human. Not that a person like you would care though." My head was spinning. She was a normal girl. I may not have had much respect for them, but I still did not approve of human torture. There was nothing I could say that would make up for what I had helped to do.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know." She just stared at me with that emotionless gaze, but slowly something began to show.

"You are actually sorry about this, aren't you? Why? I thought demons didn't care what happened to humans." I was praying that I could make her understand so I tried my best to explain.

"It's not that we care, it's just that some of us don't approve of things like this. If I had known what this place was I never would have accepted the job." I would have said more but at that moment Karron entered the room followed by a few guards. He walked right over to her and hit her upside the head, knocking her to the ground. Before she could push herself up he pulled her up by her hair until she was eye level with him.

"HOW DARE YOU! Haven't I made it clear yet that resistance is useless." He was still holding on to her when he turned to me. "Thank you for catching her. She can be a real problem when she gets lose." A dagger slid down from inside his sleeve and he slashed her across the chest with it, and when she was lying on the ground again he stomped his foot down on her back, stopping her from rising. I couldn't watch this anymore.

"Karron stop! Do you really need to hurt her like that?" He kept his foot on her, but turned to look at me.

"You aren't seriously feeling sorry for this thing." He picked her up by the collar and held her out to me. "Look at it, it's pathetic." I turned my head away from her.

"You lied to me. You said that she had been artificially created, but she told me otherwise. She had a family and you tore her away from that, and I don't like torturing humans." He dropped her to the ground and kicked her in the head. Her new injuries were adding more red to the mass of blood already covering her and it was dripping to the ground. "I'm sorry Karron but I can not follow through with this assignment." He just glared at me. If looks could kill I'd be dead.

"Fine!" he pointed towards the door "Get out!" I was more than happy to leave, but I barely got one step towards the door when something grabbed me. I looked down to see the girl clinging to my leg.

"Please, help me," she whispered. I looked to see where Karron was but luckily he was on the other side of the room with his back turned to us talking to some of the guards about adding more security. Looking into her eyes, I saw that she was crying, her tears mixing with her blood. She was begging me for help, for savior. I was her last lifeline but I turned away from her. I'd had enough of it and just wanted to get out of there, I should have taken her with me right there.

"I'm sorry, I-I can't." It was the last thing I said to her before I walked away from her, and just kept walking. A few days latter I heard that she had died and the experiment had been discontinued. I'll never forgive myself for leaving her like that.

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