Signed Anonymous : The Ferry Girl
A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Even though this is not as popular as my other stories, I am going to continue with it because I love it too much to let it die. Please read and Review!
I
Yusuke slept in the NSA headquarters. His hair was beginning to get greasy from his lack of showering. He knew he was going to smell bad in the morning, but he didn't care. His head rested on his arms, and for a moment... all was still. It was three in the morning... and all was as it should be.
"Yusuke! Yusuke!" The Head of the CIA groaned, growling. This is not happening. "Urameshi!"
Yusuke snarled as he glared daggers at Kazuma Kuwabara's face.
"WHAT?"
The intern narrowed his eyes.
"There's a new video being launched nationwide. It just finished a few minutes ago."
Yusuke's back straightened while his heart leaped up to his throat.
"What?" He grabbed Kuwabara's collar, shaking him violently. "Under whose jurisdiction? We are not ready to go public with our current situation!"
The intern sighed, blowing air onto Yusuke's face.
"The video is not ours. It's protected by a code we can't crack." Yusuke released him, blinking. His day was going from crappy to total shit. "Come with me, sir."
II
Kurama fell down on the couch, savoring its soft and warm texture. Hiei was not as cheery as his Hacker friend, seeing as he was still tied up and being led into the house by the fox. He saw the blood dripping from the fox's back.
"You might want to get the cut cleaned." The Mercenary's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "It might get infected."
He was pulled roughly into the room, the fox kicking the door shut. The house itself was two stories, tucked away in the middle of D.C. He grunted as the fox clicked the lock. A pad emerged from under what Hiei had thought was a light switch. The fox pressed a few buttons, and an artificial voice echoed throughout the house.
"Defense system activated."
The fox tossed the rope down, touching its arm and back. It pulled its gloved fingers back, staring at it through the mask.
"Excuse me." Kurama kicked out his feet, bringing himself into a seated position. "What exactly... what do you want me to do?"
"Anonymous will send someone to tell you exactly what we need. There is a laptop in the cabinet over there." The fox motioned to a wooden cabinet by a large television. "Stored in the files are the videos by the imposter who is imitating Anonymous and a message from Anonymous to you." Hiei watched as the fox brought its arm under a light. "Anything you can find on the imposter video will be useful, so record it carefully."
The Mercenary gritted his teeth and winced inwardly as he silently dislocated his shoulders, popping them out of his sockets. The rope slid off of him, and he quickly ridded himself of the pesky binds that trapped his wrists together.
He popped his right arm back in, but he couldn't quite gt his left shoulder to cooperate.
"Ugh." The two others turned to the short Mercenary. "What do I do?"
The fox's head lowered, and Hiei imagined that whomever was lurking behind the mask was looking at his left shoulder, hanging at his side. It moved towards him, his katana still at its side.
"Just lay low. We really were not counting on you being involved." Two gloved hands took a hold of his shoulder, tracing his the shoulder blade. "You can protect Kurama, though I'm sure I didn't have to tell you to do that." A strange electronic laugh rose into the air. Hiei was still wondering why he hadn't shaken it off of him. Oh. Right. His arm was dead. "We have stored plenty of food in the kitchen and basement. There is only one bedroom, two bathrooms, and an indoor gym."
With an creepily calculated jerk and push, the fox fixed the Mercenary's shoulder. He hissed, closing his eyes. He rotated his shoulder, savoring the lack of a shooting pain. The fox stepped back, laying Hiei's katana on the floor. Like it was calling a temporary truce. Kurama had gotten up and had the laptop in his hands.
"Will you come back?"
The fox was already kicking back a rug to reveal a porthole. Leading to... the sewers. He pulled the cover off, a musty smell flooding the room.
"I may." Its shoulders were touching the carpeted floor. "Urgent business with Anonymous and the Ferry Girl must be taken care of first. Until then, may fortune follow you." Hiei and Kurama watched as the fox began to pull the cover back over the hole. "Bingo."
With a short little yank, the fox disappeared as the porthole was sealed.
III
Botan mewled. For a few terrifying moments, she was in pure darkness. Her hands practically burned as they shook, trying desperately to find the night-vision switch on her mask. Finally... the green light was her guide.
She walked through the sewers, in no hurry. The Ferry Girl smiled as she thought of Kurama. He's grown so much since I last saw him. She sighed. Maybe he'll prove to be just as good as his brother.
Her shoulder brushed the wall, making her double over. Her fingers squeezed her arm, blood pushing itself out from beneath her skin. After catching her breath, it brought on another series of thoughts.
Hiei Jaganshi. Hiei Jaganshi... what are we going to do with him? She found the opening. She began to climb the rungs of the ladder. Instinctual... cocky... and deadly. Botan closed her eyes and summoned her strength as she pushed up the porthole cover. It's disappointing that we didn't discover him sooner. Anonymous would have put him to real work.
Youko said that his brother smart. More cautions than Youko himself. That was the reason why Hiei was allowed to continue. If Kurama trusted him, than he must by a great and smart man. Plus, Kurama could always use the extra protection.
Even though her lips were covered by thick porcelain, she could feel the fresh air wash over her face as she burst through the porthole. Botan gasped as the cool air hit the gash on her back. She scrambled up and onto the wet pavement.
Botan ripped off the fox mask, taking in real oxygen through her mouth. Her delicate hands pulled on the brick walls, trying to steady herself. She began to stagger, out into the streets of Washington D.C., thinking about how to convince the CIA and NSA that it was not Anonymous who was attacking the nation.
She flipped open her cell phone.
"Youko?"
"Botan."
"Your brother and his guard are secure and well. I've been scratched, but I can take care of it."
The other line crackled with white noise.
"Good. The video is loaded and complete with your personal firewall attached. It's going to run at three thirty-two in the morning."
"Terrific. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
"See you."
IV
Yusuke stared at Mukuro, who was currently watching the door to a secure room. Two interns were sent in to watch the video.
They hadn't come out yet.
The door finally opened, and the two interns, one man and one woman, stepped out. They looked a bit dazed, but quickly snapped back to focus as Mukuro marched up to them.
"Well? What is it?"
The woman blinked.
"What was what?"
The man let out a nervous chuckle.
"Christ, ma'am, why are you so tense?"
Yusuke shivered, his blood cooling at a rapid rate. Just what was on that video?
V
Kurama's knees went weak, making him fall, the back of his head hitting the couch. Hiei's muscles jerked at the Hacker's clumsiness.
"What happened?"
Kurama closed his eyes, a shaking smile emerging onto his face. Hiei could only stare, slowly approaching his good friend. He waited for the Hacker to say something. Anything.
"The... the fox... it said that... that it was going to take care of business with the Ferry Girl."
Hiei shrugged.
"So?"
Kurama snorted.
"So? So that's amazing." Kurama quickly flipped the laptop open, grinning as he opened the two files on the computer. He minimized them, opening up a link to the internet. "Wow, Hiei you really need to get out more."
The Mercenary rolled his eyes, falling back onto the couch, looking over at the screen.
"Whatever. All this computer shit is dumb."
Kurama let air hiss out of the cracks of his teeth.
"It's not shit, Hiei. It's important!" He opened up a website, typing in the password that permitted him to enter. "The Ferry Girl is an internet myth."
Hiei relaxed against the cushions.
"What, like the deliverer of souls? Guiding them through the River Styx?"
Kurama clapped his hands together.
"Exactly. Except, to the Underground, she corresponds with Anonymous. The Ferry Girl is the angel that has helped Anonymous since the beginning." Images popped up. Kurama opened one file. "This one was drawn by a friend of mine, going by the name of The Simulator."
On the screen was a sketch of a black haired woman with tips of red on her hair. Her wings were pure white, and the tips of her fingers and toes dissolved into wires.
"Interesting." Hiei frowned. "Anything else?"
Kurama flipped through more pictures.
"All of them are pretty much the same... but this one. This one is what everyone looks at."
On the screen were two men. They wore suits, the same suit that the fox wore. Their faces were smudged. However, in between the two was a little girl. Young. Probably nine or ten years old. She had short blue hair, and her one hand extended forward. A digital code was inscribed in a seemingly mirage of an orb. Her face was gone, no features except for lips. Lips that were curved upwards in a slight smile.
"This one... this one is different."
Kurama nodded, excited as Hiei finally became involved with the internet world.
"Yes. It appeared one day, under no name, but heavily encrypted. It's impossible to steal. But... what really grabs everyone... is what the orb says."
Red eyes squinted at the screen, the laptops whir seeping into his ears.
"It's just numbers. There aren't any words at all."
Once again, Kurama sighed.
"It's the original computer language. You know, 001 and all. Zeros and ones." Hiei only blinked. "Okay, whatever. Anyway, it's like a language for technology all its own. And it's the make up of this orb in the picture."
His finger pressed against the screen.
"A team of Hackers translated the orb, and it left a message." Hiei crossed his arms, refusing to ask what it said. "It says: I am the Ferry Girl, Guide to the World Beyond."
VI
Botan entered her apartment. With a flick of a switch, the lights burned on. She kicked off her shoes, dropping her bag which held her mask and gloves inside. Her feet dragged as she entered the white bathroom.
She took off the suit. Her fingers tightened around the tie, yanking it out. Her mouth opened in a silent scream of relief as the bindings fell from her body. Her lungs expanded, her breasts aching.
Pink eyes stared at the mirror, looking at the thin line of blood on her arm. She then turned around. Her back was a bigger problem.
The cut was long, and just keep enough to be a possible candidate for infection. Stupid Mercenary. Botan unscrewed a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Closing her eyes, she poured it down her back.
"AH!" Her pupils shrunk as she glared at a light overhead. "Shit!"
She bit her tongue to stop herself from cursing any further. Working quickly, the ferry girl laid a bandage on her back. Damn you, Hiei Jaganshi. She leaned against the cold mirror and groaned when she heard her cell phone buzz.
She picked it up, and saw that she had been sent a text message.
Congratulations. You are now known as the Ferry Girl to the entire nation. -Yomi
VII
"What is all this?"
Botan slung her bag over her shoulder, stepping out of Youko's car. Yomi got out, his walking stick out.
"We've created a name for ourselves online, and we wanted your help."
Youko showed the eleven year old girl into his house, and into the basement. Her eyes widened when she saw many computers. She squinted her eyes, looking up at the silver haired senior.
"I'm no good with computers, Youko."
The teenager smiled.
"You are. You just don't know it yet."
Botan placed her bag on a table, sitting down in one of her chairs as she pulled out a notebook. Yomi felt for a chair, and sat down next to her. Youko booted up the main computer. Yomi gave Botan a pencil.
"Botan, can you make a series of equations? Really hard ones?"
The girl frowned.
"Like ones that I have seen before?"
"No. Can you make one, all on your own?"
Pink eyes glazed over, scribbling on the paper.
"I could." Her hand worked fast. Like a machine. "How hard do you want it?"
Youko turned, watching the little Enma work.
"Very hard."
Her blue eyebrows furrowed. Numbers flickered before her pink eyes.
"Bingo."
She gave the sheet of paper to Youko. He looked it over, quickly typing frantically on the keyboard. Yomi leaned towards the clicking.
"Well? Does it work?"
Pink and blind eyes were trained on the back of Youko. He hit ENTER. The screen flickered.
"Oh my God... it's a go. We've just created the ultimate firewall."
VIII
Hiei and Kurama slept, like many other Americans that night. They were sprawled out on the couch, the television directly in front of them. At three thirty-two, it flickered to life all on its own.
"Good evening, citizens of America."
A face appeared on the white screen. Eyes, a nose, and a mouth. Many of the features were white, and every hard to discern. All except the color.
"I am the Ferry Girl. I am your Guide."
The colors in the eyes were constantly changing. Pulses of color jerked through the female's eyes.
"I need your help. Your nation is in peril, and I am doing all in my power to help, but I now call on your assistance."
Suddenly the background turned an aqua blue, waves rippling peacefully.
"Please, for your country, I require complete cooperation and help."
The color in her eyes stopped at pink.
"Help me."
The water stopped moving and transformed into blue hair.
"I love you."
Hiei shifted on the couch, curling up. The television flickered, and died. Just like all the other televisions across the nation. Deep inside his brain, neurons flickered to life, making a new, deep path in his mind. His frontal lobe activated, and a chemical reaction took place inside the professional hit-man.
Just like all the other citizens across the United States of America.
IX
Youko and Yomi sat in a minivan, watching the safe house.
Botan was laying face down on her bed, sleeping.
Hiei and Kurama were currently undergoing a transformation of the subliminal kind.
And elsewhere, off in a dark and slightly damp place, a team of hackers were preparing to bring down the world as we know it.
X
A/N: Thank you for the reviews. Sorry that I ended a bit earlier than normal, but I had to. Oh, and I have a new idea. I thought of maybe taking World War Two and the Holocaust and making it an AU with Hiei and Botan the main stars. It will be historically accurate and everything, so I'd like to know what all of you think. Do you like it? Or do you hate it? I'd love to know!
-mia