Signed Anonymous : The Government vs. The Anarchists
A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Seriously though, please, if you read this, drop a review. Please. Oh man, at Lake George, ALL I thought about was what I could do with this fanfiction. I guess it's not a popular as I thought I would be... but what can I do, right? Read and Review!
I
Kurama fumed in a cell. His eyes were dark and his face just lacked his normal color. He was sitting on an uncomfortable mattress and the single lightbulb that gave him poor light.
This wasn't supposed to happen!
His slender, fair skinned hands clenched themselves into fists.
Kurama Shuiichi knew that Hiei would take jobs from the government. Odd jobs. Illegal jobs that if were exposed, would bring chaos down upon America. Hiei had "done away with" people who were causing a bit of an uprise for what some people would call terrorists, to prime ministers.
From what Hiei had told Kurama, some guy named Yusuke had been promoted all the way into the CIA. Then he became the Head of the CIA. The money for Hiei increased, but his missions left the United States and became international.
But this? Betrayal?
Hiei and Kurama had been best friend... since... forever.
Why betray me now
II
Botan stumbled backwards, tears welling in her eyes.
Oh shit... oh shit.
The bells on her Jester mask and hat jingled. I can't breathe! Oh my God! I can't breathe! Her head began to spin as she panicked. She tore her mask off, pulling out some stray blue hairs. She pulled out a cell phone.
"Youko!" Botan wheezed. "I can't breathe! I've been shot!"
She slouched on the brick wall.
"Botan! Be cool girl, I'm sending someone to get you. Be cool" The Ferry Girl let a few tears fall out of her eyes. "Are you cool?"
She coughed.
"Y-yeah. I'm c-c-cool."
The lights burned through the shadows. She scrambled away, nimble as a cat.
"Remember our back up plan?"
"I'm on it."
Botan snapped her phone shut and staggered over to the porthole. She had removed it to begin with. She eased herself down, placing her mask back on and hissing with pain. Her foot reached a rung and she pulled the cover over her, plunging herself into darkness.
III
"What the fuck, Yusuke?"
Hiei shoved the Head of the CIA into one of the walls of his office. The Mercenary quickly followed and pressed his two hands tightly against Yusuke's throat.
As the Head of the CIA began to turn purple, he kicked one of his legs out, hitting Hiei in the stomach. The Mercenary stumbled back, coughing and throwing up his right arm in front of his face.
Yusuke flew forward and knocked Hiei to the floor, falling with him. Yusuke was on top of Hiei Jaganshi. The Mercenary, wanting anything but to be pinned under the Head of the CIA, growled fiercely. His legs jerked up and bent at his knees, forcing the former Detective off of him.
Hiei was instantly on his feet and he pulled out his katana. The Head of the CIA's brow furrowed, and he dropped his offensive stance. Hiei didn't.
"I don't get you! I'm offering to pay top dollar for this hacker. I'm talking one and a half million dollars!" Hiei never wavered, his sword still pointed at Yusuke. "We need Kurama! It's important government business!"
Hiei's teeth looked like the fangs of a wolf.
"You can take your fucking government business and shot it up your as–"
The door opened, Mukuro standing in the doorway. She saw Hiei and took out her gun.
"Sir, put down your weapon!" Hiei glared at the woman. "I said, lower your weapon!"Hiei hesitated. Mukuro shot a round at the floor. "Lower your weapon!". Her brown eye burned with authority. "Lower the sword before I give you another hole to breathe out of."
The icy whisper made Hiei just a little bit nervous. He sheathed his katana and crossed his arms. Mukuro lowered her gun, letting out her breath and placing it back on her belt. Yusuke sat on his desk.
"Excuse me, Mukuro. I have a few more things to work out with my personal friend."
The Head of NSA waited for Yusuke to introduce them, but he never did.
"Sorry, but another video has been sent to our mainframe."
"So what? Anonymous can send off of their fucked up videos they want. It doesn't matter right now."
The Head of NSA suddenly let her shoulders lower. She looked tired and a bit older.
"No. This is one is different, Yusuke."
Yusuke bit his bottom lip.
"Fine." He turned to Hiei. "You stay here. I'm not done with you yet."
IV
Botan was glad that her mask served as a gas mask. And that her suit was rubber. She coughed as she sloshed through sewage. She pressed a switch on the side of the Jester's face. Instantly, the dark sewers lit up like Las Vegas as she activated the night-vision lens.
Two left twice... then go straight for two entire turns... and then go right...
She trembled as she tried to ignore the feeling of the dark on the back of her neck. She began to jog through the water. Left. She jogged a bit faster. Left. She broke into a sprint, her heart, her stomach, and her head throbbing. One turn down. The sewage splashed all up of her rubber covered legs. Last turn. When she reached the right turn, she darted down it. She ran and ran and ran until she came to a dead end.
She whirled around, tripping and falling against the wall. Her head smacked against the wall. The night-vision vanished. Her heart rate spiked and fumbled for her phone. She was just about to press send when the porthole opened, moonlight enveloping her.
"Ferry girl!"
Botan jerked her head up to see a fox mask staring back at her.
"Hey!"
She started to climb the ladder.
"Come on, hurry up."
Botan scrambled to the top, panting as she got out. She found herself wheezing in front of a white mini.
They were in some other alley way. The fox took off his mask, revealing the one and only Youko.
"Botan," The ferry girl looked up, "take off the wet suit."
V
Kurama laid back on the bed. I blew it. I finally was contacted by Anonymous... and I blew it.
He was itching to get his fingers on a keyboard. Even though he knew that Anonymous was above apologies and offerings. The Hacker stretched.
Hiei really fucked this up...
Kurama heard a loud clang on the metal bars. He jerked up to see his once best friend, Hiei Jaganshi.
"What do you want?" The Hacker made sure to make his voice sting more than salt water on an open wound. Hiei didn't say anything as he approached the door and pulled out long, thin metal instruments. He began to insert them into the door. The Hacker prickled. "What are you doing?"
His voice wasn't cold anymore, but now frail and a bit frightened, like a small child. Hiei grunted and yanked open the door.
"Breaking you out."
The Mercenary didn't give Kurama a chance to breathe before he grabbed the Hacker's skinny wrist and yanked.
They hurried down the dark corridors of the creepily empty CIA and NSA Headquarters.
"Hiei, they're going to catch us–"
The Mercenary pressed the Hacker against the wall, concealing the both of them in the shadows as two agents sprinted past them. After a few minutes of holding their breath, Hiei finally moved off of the Hacker.
"Quiet!" He wiped some sweat off of his forehead. "If we're going to get out of here, you just need to stay low, stay quiet, and follow me!"
He grabbed Kurama's wrist again and they were on the move. Into the radiator system. Hiei had a feeling that they would be able to get out that way.
He hoped so. Or else... they would both be screwed.
VI
"As you can see, your precious President is under my hand."
"Holy shit..." Yusuke's eyes were glued on the giant screen. "When did we receive this video?"
Mukuro's somber face flickered in the shadow.
"About four minutes ago."
An image of Koenma was on screen. He was fighting the doors. The scrambled voice of Anonymous chilled each agent to the very bone.
"The United States is going to suffer. Just as all the other countries have had to suffer." Koenma screamed, his voice not penetrating Anonymous's sound barrier. "Just as they had to bleed." The President of the United States scratched, pounded, and threw himself at the door. "Just as they had to feel the pain." Koenma sank to the ground. "The misery." His shoulders twitched, and his pixilated form shuddered. "All the sins of mankind."
The President began to cry.
The video flickered out to a cloaked man in black with a red background.
"This is our call. Our call to all anarchists to rise." The figure's hand rose. "To join our legion. Our cause."
The video abruptly ended. Mukuro barked out orders immediately.
"Rewind this video and replay it! I want it so taken apart that it's remains are no longer salvageable!"
VII
Botan unzipped the wet suit and wiggled it off of her body. The only thing under the suit was her panties. Nothing else.
Her arm jerked up to partially cover her bare chest. She kicked the suit off, letting Youko pick it up with gloved hands. He stuffed it in a box and slammed the lid down. Botan shivered in the night.
"Youko?" He looked over at her. "Can... I have something... to...?"
She trailed off, her face turning just as pink as her eyes. The young man smiled and dug in the back of the van. He tossed her a loose and baggy sweatshirt.
She pulled it on quickly and then stepped into the passengers seat of the car. Botan shivered and Youko pulled himself into the car. He turned on the heat.
"You did well." Botan pressed her hands up to the heaters. "Shame that Kurama couldn't be trusted."
The Ferry Girl sniffed and leaned her head against the window.
"He's very trustworthy."
Youko snorted, his green eyes locked on the road.
"You got shot at, and you still think he can be trusted?"
Botan's hand rubbed over her tender stomach. She was going to have a bad bruise in the morning.
"That wasn't a part of his plan. He came alone, and the man that took a shot at me was not a part of his plan." Her pink eyes narrowed. "The probability of that happening was one over seven-hundred and forty-three."
There was a long silence.
"Sleep." Youko's deep voice rumbled, making the Ferry Girl turn her head lazily. "It's going to be a while before I get you back to your penthouse. You need the sleep."
Her eyes fluttered shut, losing her consciousness to the whir of the wheels.
VIII
Kurama and Hiei pulled themselves up the vents. The Mercenary was under the Hacker. Kurama panted as he pulled himself up and onto a ledge. Hiei grunted and was helped up by his best friend.
"Hiei... I–"
"Baka." Hiei reached inside his jacket and pulled out a white map. He unrolled it and tried to push it onto the bottom of the silver vents. As he tried this, he hit the top of his head. "I never sold you out."
Kurama tried not to let surprise rise up onto his face.
"Then why did–"
"Urameshi decided to be a prick and follow me." He looked down a fork in the tubes and then his head snapped right back to the stolen blueprints. "I'd never sell you out." Hiei rolled up the map and tucked it into his breast pocket. "Go left."
Kurama began crawling left. That was when he heard voices. Kurama stopped, peering out of slits in the vents.
"Well, what the hell are we going to do now?"
Hiei and Kurama wedged themselves together so that they could both see out of the tiny little window. Yusuke's back was to them. The one-eyed woman was next to him.
"There isn't much we can do." She sighed and tossed her hair back. "They didn't make any demands of any sort." Her one hip stuck out as she only put her weight on her right foot. "We have to get the president out of terrorist hands."
The Head of the CIA watched a screen that the Hacker and Mercenary couldn't quite work into their view.
"Anonymous... we've only found two members... and we're not even sure if they really are involved or not."
"We've got Kurama Shuiichi, don't we?"
"Yeah..."
There was a long silence between the two.
"I'll go get him."
The leader of the NSA stalked off. Hiei frowned and shoved Kurama forward.
"Hurry up or we're both going to be stuck here for a long time."
Kurama quickly crawled, Hiei right behind him.
IX
Youko slowed to a stop. He sighed and looked over at his Ferry Girl. Her mouth was open slightly as she remained passed out in the car. He smiled slightly and quietly got out of the car.
As sly as a fox, he opened her door and took her into his arms as he would a child. Her neck was resting on his shoulder, her legs held in his arms.
"Just to let you know, a new student is going to be joining our class tomorrow. I'm sure that you will treat her with the upmost respect."
The silver headed man leaned his back against the elevator. He listened to the gears whirr as it pulled them up. When the doors opened, Youko was faced with a gorgeous display. Beige furniture with white walls. He walked over to her bed and placed her in it.
A student, a football player, raised his hand as he chewed his gum.
"What's the big deal? It's just a new senior."
Satin sheets. Botan had grown attached to them once she had learned the luxury of having them. She moaned as Youko dragged the sheets up and over her body. She turned and grabbed a pillow, hugging it.
"Yes, but this student is only eleven years old."
Youko left without a word, letting his one and only Ferry Girl rest.
X
"Yusuke!" Mukuro ran back into the Headquarters of the CIA and NSA. "Urameshi!"
The raven haired man turned.
"What?"
"Kurama's gone! He's escaped!"
The Head of the CIA grimaced.
"Dammit Hiei..."
XI
Hiei and Kurama kicked out the vent. They found themselves on the street, in the cold, in the dark. The Mercenary quickly pulled Kurama into a brisk walk.
"Hiei, what are we going to do now?"
The Mercenary remained silent. He had dealt with near death situations before. But the government... it was a dangerous ball game. He stayed out of politics and all of their traps. But now it was chasing him.
I don't know.
As that thought crossed Hiei's mind, goose-bumps raised on his arms. That had never happened before.
I actually... do no know.
XII
A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Please, if you read, review. Oh, and about Botan being with the "bad" guys and Hiei being with the "good" guys, yeah that was on purpose. In a lot of AU stories, Hiei is the bad guy. So... I decided that Botan shouldn't be left out of all the action.
-mia
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