Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Uprising ❯ Not Alone ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

(Disclaimer:  I don’t own Yami no Matusei or Yu Yu Hakusho... do I really have to say it every chapter?  Really...)

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Several hours had gone by, and Andrea just left her workplace, bowing to her manager.  “I’ll be back here Monday,” she said before she straightened back up to her full height.  “You have a good night.”

Her manager, an elderly Japanese man in his 70s with thinning black hair and black eyes, bowed before he straightened himself back as well.  “All right, Andrea,” he said.  “Just please be careful walking home.”

“Sure,” she answered before waving and walking across the bridge.  Andrea looked at her cell phone and saw a missed call from Kurama.  She rolled her eyes as she dialed his number and listened only a second before she heard his calm voice.

“Andrea?” Kurama said, sitting at his desk in his room at home.

“Yeah,” she answered, turning a corner and walking towards her apartment building, a quarter of a mile away.  “So, what was so important that you had to call me?”

“You left before Koenma could explain what was going on...”

“Kurama, I don’t know how I can explain it any better,” Andrea said. “I left because I have to work.  You know, to pay bills and all that cause I live alone... I don’t have time to listen to some toddler play a child’s game...”

“Maybe I can explain it better,” another calm voice said over the line.

Andrea stopped in her tracks.  “Wait a minute...”

“Koenma simply had everyone, with the exception of Hiei, Tsuzuki, and myself, draw straws to see who would stay at whose residence,” the voice answered.  “Kurama drew me, which is why I’m staying there.”

“Hisoka?  You’re staying with Kurama?” Andrea asked.  Maybe it was a good thing.  “In that case, I’m glad for that.”

“Yes, well... it’s about who’s staying with you,” Hisoka answered.

Andrea started back walking again, shaking her head before she heard a noise and stopped again.  “I’ll figure it out,” she said before she hung up and held her hand behind her back.  By now, Andrea’s attention was not on who Hisoka was talking about.  The same noise got closer, and her hand tightened around her weapon as she pulled her hand back, her sapphire eyes scanning the night before walking again.  Someone’s following me, she thought to herself.

Now Andrea knew she wasn’t alone.  She darted into an alley, where the noise got louder.  She was close, and then she saw it, a pair of demons up to no good.  Tonight sure was getting interesting... “Hey!” she said.  “Isn’t it bedtime for you losers?”

One of the demons, a purple one with a horn on his head, smiled at the teenager.  “Oh, lookie here... a little girl all by herself...”

“Yeah... she’ll make a nice dinner...” Another demon, this one dark blue with long claws, replied as he jumped towards Andrea, who merely sidestepped him.

“Come on, seriously,” Andrea said, holding her fans in her hands.  “I’m not in the mood...”

Meanwhile, Tsuzuki had been walking the streets, trying to find Andrea’s apartment.  He heard growling and started running before he stopped at seeing a blue light from the alleyway.  Fearing the worst, he ran faster before he stopped just inside the alley, his purple eyes wide.  

Both demons, now dead, lay on the ground like rag dolls with the stuffing ripped out.  The lone figure stood, back to him and holding what looked to be a fan in a slender hand.  As the hand moved, the fan went back to its unopened state.

Tsuzuki would have taken a step forward except...

“How much did you see?”

Now the voice was familiar.  “Andrea?” he asked, stepping closer and watching the teenage girl turn around, her ponytail blowing gently in the breeze.

“You were following me.”  Andrea blinked up at the amethyst-eyed man. “Weren’t you?”  She flipped her fan open again as she awaited his answer.

“It’s uncommon to see a teenage girl like you out here by yourself,” he answered.

“It’s the 21st century,” Andrea answered, closing her fan once again.  “Teenage girls walk home alone all the time.”  As she stepped closer, her blue eyes blinked up at him before she walked past him, her hair bobbing behind her and hitting her back with each step.  “Shouldn’t you be waiting for your roommate?”

“That’s just it,” Tsuzuki answered.  “It’s you.”

Andrea stopped in her tracks and turned around again, her sapphire blue eyes filled with confusion.  “What?”

“Koenma had everyone drawing straws, and well... yours was the shortest, so...”

Andrea let out a deep breath of exasperation.  “Leave it to Koenma to come up with an asinine way to pick roommates...”

“No wonder you left so early.”

“Yeah,” Andrea said gently.  She blinked up at Tsuzuki, who had matched her step for step.  She didn’t want to know if he was a stalker or just being a worrisome guy.  “You’re not going to stop until I tell you that you can walk me home, right?”

“That’s the idea,” he answered.

Andrea sighed.  He’d likely follow her anyway.  “All right, fine,” she replied.  “Come on.”

Tsuzuki followed Andrea out of the alley and down the sidewalk, the silence between them as thick as fudge batter.  She looks kind of young to be doing something like this, he thought.  Something as dangerous as a Spirit Detective... why would she do something like this, I wonder.

Andrea wasn’t sure what to think herself.  A roommate?  That was something she never expected.  She shook the thought out of her head as she led him to an apartment building and, after climbing three flights of stairs, reaching the door.  “All right, we’re here.”

Tsuzuki noticed something green sparking from her chest from the overhead light, but before he could ask her what it was, he saw the door open and the girl disappear inside before she turned the light on.  He peered inside, seeing a couch and a loveseat in the living room and a café table tucked into a corner.  The walls were simple, leaving no real hint as to who Andrea was, what she liked, what she didn’t like... until he saw a small framed picture on the end table.

After he took his shoes off, he walked over and picked it up gently.  The picture had a man of nearly thirty with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, while the woman was in her late twenties with light brown hair and brown eyes.  The smiling little girl couldn’t have looked older than seven, but her blue eyes and reddish-brown hair was unmistakable.  Andrea as a child... so young, innocent in the ways of the world...

“It’s not much to look at, but it’s home,” Andrea said, walking with her socks and slippers on into the living room.

He then set the frame down gently and noticed a few pictures on the wall.  One had a sunset, the second had a sunrise, and the last had cherry blossoms against a red pagoda.  It made the living room somewhat peaceful.  “It’s nice,” he said gently.

“Don’t flatter me,” Andrea said from the kitchen as she stretched her arms over her head.

“I’m just saying that I like the one with the pagoda,” he said.  “And the cherry blossoms.  It makes the room look so calm...”

“While the outside world is like hell,” Andrea said, peeling off her jacket, trying not to wince from her arm as she went back into the living room to sit on the loveseat Indian style.  “Yusuke told you I was a bitch, huh?”

“You don’t look like one,” he answered, sitting on the couch.  “It’s a nice place.”

“Works for a single girl.”

“So, how old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

Tsuzuki blinked.  No wonder... “Seventeen?  That’s kind of young to be fighting demons and things.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a lot of things I’m too young for,” Andrea said, stretching her arms up again.  “Thankfully, I have no intention of doing those for a long time.”  She moved her arms down after taking a deep breath.  “Okay, since we’re dealing with ages here... how old are you?”

“Twenty six,” he answered.  Physically anyway, he thought to himself.

“You do know that I’m nine years younger than you?”

“More than that,” he blurted out.

“W-What?” Andrea asked, blinking up at him.

“I’m sure Koenma told you that I’m a Guardian of Death.”

“Among other things...” Andrea took out one of her fans and opened it.  “He probably told you I was a total pain in his ass.”

“Not really...”  Tsuzuki saw the top of the fan Andrea had in her hand give out a blue light and stick up at the ribs and outer cover of the fan three inches to look like blades.  A bladed fan?  “That was the light I saw...”

“It’s just Spirit Energy,” Andrea explained as she pulled her fan closed and the blue light faded.  “They’re dangerous enough already, but it kind of makes it a little... deadlier.”

“He told me that you had good aim...”

“I do,” she answered as she held the closed fan in her hand.  “This actually brings me to the ground rules of staying here.  Number one; don’t get any ideas about peeking at me in the bathroom like a pervert.  I won’t miss on you.  Number two; that also goes for watching me change.  Number three...”  Andrea blinked up at Tsuzuki, sapphire meeting amethyst.  “I don’t take bull very well, so don’t think of lying to me.”

“I can understand,” he said.  “Those three won’t happen.”

“Good,” Andrea said, blinking at a pattering noise and looking around.  “Looks like we got in just in time; it’s raining.”

Tsuzuki heard what Andrea was talking about before he looked at the window.  Raindrops slowly pelted the windows as the sky got darker and darker until it was black as night.

“It’s only a one bedroom apartment,” Andrea explained.  “So there are not a lot of places that you could sleep.”

“I could sleep on the couch...”

Wow... a gentleman, Andrea thought, trying to keep from laughing.  I hadn’t even listed WHERE he could sleep, and he already wants the couch?

“Mmm... you know...”  Andrea got up from the couch and went to a small closet and opened it, pulling down and holding a folded blanket in her arms.  “I’ve forgiven you for following me.”  She walked over and set the blanket on the other side of the couch.

“Could I tell you something?”

“Sure.” Andrea blinked over at him.

“I think Yusuke’s wrong.”

Andrea finally let a small smile cross her lips.  “Good to know,” she answered.  “Now could I ask you a question?”

“It’s only fair.”

Andrea sat down on the arm of the couch before she looked at the end table and moved the picture back the way it was.  She had a feeling he looked at the picture of her and her parents.  “Do you always like to know everything about everyone you meet?”

“It does seem a little harsh that your parents would let you live alone...”

“They’re dead.”  The answer came out faster than she had intended.

“I’m sorry to hear that...”

“It’s nothing.  Don’t worry about it,” Andrea answered, shaking her head as she stood back up.  “I’m going to head in for the night.”  She wanted to get away before she’d really have to explain the two words.

“All right,” he said, watching Andrea’s figure retreat to her bedroom.  “Good night.”

“Night,” Andrea said from the doorway.  “If you need another blanket, it’s in the closet.”

“Okay.”

Then her figure disappeared into the dark bedroom.  Andrea took the scrunchie out of her hair and set it on the nightstand before she changed into a pair of long dark blue pajamas and hopped into bed.  She stretched her arms over her head back before she brought them back down and closed her eyes. A new case, a new roommate... things just can’t get any worse, she thought as she fell asleep.

... But they would.

Several hours later, there was a tapping on the windows.  Then the tapping became something that sounded very unfamiliar.  Tsuzuki heard the tapping and looked at the window, the tapping noise nothing like the rain that had fallen earlier that night.  He stood up from the couch, rubbed his eyes and heard a cracking noise from Andrea’s bedroom.  As he looked through the window, he saw balls of ice fall from the sky.  “Hail?” he asked himself before he blinked at another cracking noise from the bedroom.  He looked at the microwave clock, which read 3:55AM.

He turned on the television and turned it down low enough for him to hear but not loud enough to wake Andrea.  What he heard confirmed that bad feeling in his stomach.

“We have this just in,” a female reporter in her early twenties said, looking up from the paper she had just been handed.  “We have reports from Nishitokyo that there has been some damage from hail.  We caution people to stay away from windows and to move to the center of the room or in a room that has no windows...”

Tsuzuki turned on his heel and walked to Andrea’s bedroom and peered in at Andrea’s sleeping form, most of her slender frame and her hair buried under a blanket while her face looked almost serene.  She must have been exhausted from work, he thought before he looked up at the window near the head of her bed.  There was a crack on the window pane, and as the hail kept hitting the window, the crack got bigger and bigger.

He wasn’t sure whether he should simply wake her or just simply snatch her out of her bed and bring her into the living room to somewhere safe.  Either way, he wasn’t going to like the outcome...

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(Well, there’s Chapter 2 with a little bit of a cliffhanger.  It’s been so long since I’ve written one of these, so I hope you enjoyed it.  Feel free to drop me a review.  The rest of the chapters may be either short or long, depending on the time I have in between getting my homework done.)