Authors Note/disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho inserts other mumbo legal jumbo here

Clio Karm Hecate is a original character of mine, Please don't take her. T-T

Dealing with the Devil

Chapter 1: Shock

A young woman stood near a book shelf in the back of an old library, her eyes scanning the small book for anything else that might send shock waves through her spine. This young woman was named Clio Karm Hecate. Her long blond hair was offset by several red strips that ran down it. Dark black eyes were wide as she read over notes in the back, and then a family tree sort of thing that was located on the last four pages of the book. What confused her was that it started out with several so called demons, and then led down to very prominent human people from the early centuries, which had all mysteriously disappeared.

Finally she found her father and mother's name. Nodens and Freyja Tyr had one line going down from their joined names. Below it was her name, written in ballpoint pen, unlike the rest of the ink that had been used through the rest of the book.

The fifteen year old stared at the book. Her shocked state was starting to rub off. Why was this here? Why did it know that her family, all except herself, had been killed? Why was her own name written in the book?

To many questions, not enough time. She thought bitterly. She had to get going, or miss her training session. She turned and walked to desk where an attendant sat, working on something. She smiled and softly held out the book; asking if she could borrow it, and if possible, in any way shape or form, if she could buy it.

The attendant, who had become fond of the girl who had started to come to the library about six years previous, smiled and gave the book to her, his smile and eyes gentle. "You may keep it Karm. "He said. She relaxed and smiled, rushing out of the library, holding the book to her chest as she looked around the crowded sidewalk. It was Friday afternoon and she had just gotten out of school for the weekend. Her outfit was a pair of baggy jeans and a fitting shirt. In the bag on her back was her school uniform, a skirt that stopped at her knees, and a white shirt and sweater that she was expected to wear in school.

She turned and started to walk down the street. The book seemed to burn in her hands as she traveled. Her eyes instinctively flicked around her again before putting the book in her bag and darting down a small alley way that had come up. "When will they give it a rest…?" She muttered as she started down the alley way at a faster pace. "Why today!? Why not tomorrow?" She muttered.

Following her were three 'tough' guys, having some difficulty following the blond and red haired, skinny girl as she darted forward, placing her feet with such sureness that it seemed almost unnatural. 

Almost. They seemed to stumble through with as much grace as an elephant would have if it was trying to stand on a teacup and not smash it.

To her relief she saw the ending of the alley narrowing at the exit. She slipped pass sideways, sticking her tongue out at the three men who stumbled and got stuck in the now very small alleyway. They were always following and trying to 'beat her up' since the sixth grade. True they were about two times their size, but… Well, to tell the truth, she was too good at sneaking away as they argued among themselves who got to do the honors.

She turned and started to walk down the street. Her mind flew to the book and then to her training lesson she was on her way to take. Every Friday, at 5:30, she would join a small group of people who would get help from different teachers in how to self-defend themselves, and how to protect the ones they cared about. Pretty sappy, she knew that, but ever since she had nearly been beaten severely and almost raped by a young man who said he 'loved' her, she had promised to take lessons and learn to protect her honor and herself. The 'protect others' crap that they were teaching… She didn't need it due to the fact she had no one else. At the age of 8, her parents had been killed by people who had broken in. Now… She may know who those intruders were. The word rang in her mind and she realized just how difficult it would to seek revenge if that book spoke the truth.

Gods…

She seemed to give up and hurry along. It was already four pm, and it would take another hour and fifteen minutes to get to her destination if she walked as quickly as she could. Along the way she side stepped many small groups that found her difficult to bear, and some even tried to issue fights, but she just flipped them off and kept walking, her shoulders slumped forward, her head down.

And then appeared the one man she had not wanted to deal, and had great success in avoid the jerk the entire day. She stopped moving as he stood in front of her, unmoving, watching her with a challenge on his face. She called him the 'Wanna-be-Yusuke', though his name was Reron. In truth, he was almost exactly the opposite of Yusuke Urameshi from their high School. At school anyway. He was the boy that was so polite that it was disgusting, the kiss up. However, outside of school he was a jerk, but not enough to be able to surpass Urameshi, but he was close.

She went to sidestep, dodging quickly as his hand went out and tried to knock into her cheek. She cursed the sky blue as he started to attack her as fast as he could. Her foster father would have been proud at the diversity of her language. He had been a sailor he had told her, and if you could curse in such a way that you didn't use the same word more than once in a line, you'd be respected. And that she was. She used ever four letter word from damn to shit before moving on to the larger words such as fish pussy and dung of an elephant (which she had been told was pretty bad).

The fight however didn't last more than five minutes, ending with the girl being shoved into the wall, the young man's hand going to her throat to hold her here. This man had been trying hard to get her to go out with her, even going as far as stalking and beating her.


"Now… If you come along quietly and go out with me, I will not hurt you anymore." He said into her ear right before she brought her hand up and pinched the sensitive skin between his thumb and forefinger with her uneven nails and brought her knee up unmercifully. This was the reasons for the class she guessed, to protect herself from imbeciles that didn't have codes of honor—

Codes of Honor? She laughed as the man pulled away, her finger nails still digging into his hand. No man had any sort of code of honor. She let him go and started to walk away, leaving people to gawk at her as she passed, some even backing away to let her pass undisturbed. IT only took her another fifteen minutes before she was at the steps of the place she trained at. It was a nice place, Japanese style dojo's with bamboo floors. It was a nice change from the now 'modern' apartments and things like that.

Nodens: God of Healing British

Freyja: Goddess of Fertility Germanic

Tyr God of the sky and bravery Germanic

There you have it. Reviews please? Reviews for the poor author? - Hope you liked it.