Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Blind Target ❯ Chapter 2
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: WolvenJaganshi 
Enlisting the aid of a close friend, Densuke and Kurama are informed of the kidnapping of two orphans.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Police / Hentai / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.11.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 193 | Status: Completed
Enlisting the aid of a close friend, Densuke and Kurama are informed of the kidnapping of two orphans.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Police / Hentai / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.11.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 193 | Status: Completed
Chappie 2
Author's note: I normally replace Hiei and Yukina's last name instead of using Jaganshi because I don't know I just don't really think it'd fit as a last name for Yukina as fairly and this takes place in a human city where both are human. If they were still demons I’d consider. ^^
"Now, slave that is what you get from not listening!" The boy screamed as another harsh strike from the whip flayed at his already tender skin. Tears burned the corner of his eyes from the pain, his throat was dry from his agonized screams and his body ached all over. Shackles holding his wrists from the wall were the only thing that supported him otherwise he would be curled on the floor lying in his own blood. A sharp throbbing pierced his head, the boy only wanting to scream more as the whip from the powerful man before him flayed him again and again. He would die as did the women he killed after his captor was through with them. He never regretted ending those women's lives; they no longer bore the pain he was going through, if not worse. In the end, they all begged for the blessing of death but he had been forced to live the nightmare over and over.
The shackles relinquished their hold on him and the boy slumped to the ground, another sharp pain coursing through his being. The man strung the whip on its hook on the wall and smirked down at the boy, grabbing him by the head of the hair and pulling him onto his knees.
"One would think you would've learned by now..." The boy's breath came in gasps as more pain shot through him, no longer having any strength to scream. The pain continued for what seemed like an eternity to his beaten and bloody body, the boy biting back bitter tears of anger when a fire seemed to flash through him as he was thrown again to the ground and the man who claimed to be his master strode for the room. He closed his eyes and lay there, tears leaking from his eyes as the boy reached weakly out to grasp his pants, the cloth torn and caked with dry blood from the abuse he went through for his insubordination. He hurt all over, barely having the strength to redress himself in his ragged ensemble, his face tumescent from the continued beatings. He looked toward the door, towards the freedom he could have if he could just escape this place, run away... Osaka was not far away but he knew he would probably be found. He would run at the next chance to Tokyo where he could be lost in the massive crowds.
Yes, he would run....
Run away....
The boy's musings were interrupted as the door again swung open, the musculature form of his captor appearing in the doorway. A shriek came from his latest victim as she hit the ground, long black hair plastered against her face from the dry blood. She looked up at him with a pleading look in her eyes and the boy saw within the dark orbs begging for the blessing of death. His heart wrenched, she looked alot like the Tokyo woman he had killed not long ago. A knife was tossed to the boy's side, he bit his lip as a shaky hand went out to seize it and he brought the gleaming blade to the side of her fair skin and she shut her eyes in a meager anticipation for the end to come. The blade shook against her throat, the boy hesitating but he knew this was best; he just hated to be forced to kill. But if he didn't, then he would be beaten again and the woman would suffer even more and neither of those were choice options for him. In a swift move, he felt the woman's warm blood wash over his hands and her face was twisted in pain, her mouth open in a silent scream. The boy shook as he stepped back, his captor wrenching the knife from his hands and brought the still bloody blade across his face, the boy yelping in pain and pulling away. He watched silent as the bastard pulled the dead body from the room and locked him in. There was no way to run.... he couldn't run, and he knew he was going to die, too.
Densuke looked up at Kurama as the boy came to stand before him, the Caucasian looking into the slightly darker face, his blonde hair a mess around him.
"Anything?" Kurama inquired with slightly hopeful tone.
"Natta. We're still lookin' around and even the U.S. officials are lookin' for anything with a similar MO. My bro's in the force back home, it's great to have ties to the higher-up."
"Yes, I suppose it is. There's a report of another killing just outside Osaka. He has been on the move it seems."
"Oh wonderful." Densuke snorted, picking up the case file Kurama had just set down in front of him and flipping through the photos taken from the crime scene. Fingertips burnt, welts along the body, and a gouge in the throat. Densuke swore colorfully and slammed the file shut.
"Damn! The bastard's gettin' brave. What the hell does this sicko want?" Kurama shrugged, he hadn't the slightest idea where to begin this chase. Osaka, some ways away but yet another big city. He seemed to favor big cities.
"Is there anything between the women he's killed so far that might give us a roundabout estimate as to where he might strike and what he prefers?" Densuke pulled out the other files and displayed the pictures taken from the other crime scenes.
"Same murder tactics. Slitting the throat and asphyxiation. Some were raped, not all, women between the ages of 25 and 40. Other than that we have no comparison at all besides that all seven of the kills so far have been in Kyoto, Tokyo, or Osaka. The boss thinks it might be a tie to the kidnapping of orphaned siblings too but other than that I really don't know." Kurama was silent as he absorbed all this information and he leafed through the pictures again before turning to gaze out the window. The city was bathed in the heat of the afternoon and Kurama felt his heart prick as he saw younger sons walking with their mothers, chatting happily. Value her, with all your life... No one is safe from this bastard... Densuke poured Kurama a cup of coffee and handed it to the boy whom stared silently into the busy streets of Tokyo.
"Anything from America?"
"Not yet, my bro's been swamped so it'll be a while."
"Ahh. What about the orphans?"
"Errrr...gimme a minute." Densuke walked back to the filing cabinet, the blonde soon returning with the report.
"A brother and sister snatched six months ago. Hiei and Yukina Uramatsu. Was with numerous foster homes, found hard to place because of the bond between them and the aggressive means of protection of the brother towards the adults they were placed with after he found his sister being abused. These two have been through hell. It is no wonder they were not that big a loss." Kurama looked over the pictures of the two after setting aside the article on them, neither of them looked very old especially the girl, Yukina, but her brother's violent temper could be easily seen in his eyes. Kurama found himself examining the boy's face, emotionless and stoic, his eyes as empty of emotion as his face whereas his sister was nothing short of a portrait of angelic softness. Innocent and sweet. Just as this man seemed to like them.
"It makes sense that he might not want to do his killing himself in fear of being caught and to get someone else easy to control does it not?" Kurama looked back to the girl.
"Ya mean he's using the kid's sister as a threat to make him do what this sick bastard wants? Damn that's cold." Densuke shook his head. He took pity on the poor kids.
"It is a place to start is it not? I am heading to the orphanage to inquire more on the missing siblings. You want to come?" Kurama asked, grabbing his coat. Densuke nodded and threw on his own, locking the door to his office as they left the precinct. He hoped there would be a break here. Now that he knew children were involved, he wanted more than ever to catch this bastard and make him pay for everything he'd done.
"Oh, Hiei and Yukina? Yes, I remember them quite well. Always wondered how someone so sweet could end up with such a monster for a sibling." Mishiya Mizuko explained to the two officers as she led them into her office adjoining the main room where children of all ages were running about. "I never was able to keep Hiei under control, he was always starting fights and refused to leave his sister's side unless absolutely necessary which in his opinion wasn't very often. Yukina was an angel and we could have easily gotten her adopted if it hadn't been for that little monster she called her oniisan. They absolutely refused to be separated." Mizuko sat down and motioned for the others to follow her lead.
"Any reason why separation was not working?" Kurama inquired.
"The one time we separated the twins, Yukina began to become reclusive over the sudden loss of her brother. She refused to eat, wouldn't talk and struggled to sleep. All she ever thought about was her brother. Hiei fought constantly with the siblings of his foster parents or with the adults themselves. So, they were both returned and have not been separated since, even in abduction." Densuke nodded, glancing up at Kurama's impassive face.
"So they are of no big loss to you?" Densuke's gaze snapped up at Kurama's icy tone.
"No, not exactly. Hiei wasn't anyway but Yukina could have found a good home. No need to get hostile Mr. Minamino. Are you done questioning? I have an orphanage to run."
"Almost. We heard that Hiei only became increasingly violent after his sister was found being abused, you know anything about this?" Densuke asked. Mizuko shook her head.
"No, there was a supposed incident once yes but that little...thing," she accentuated heavily, "would come up with any reason to start a fight." Densuke thanked her and the two left the office and strode outside to their patrol car, Kurama's face remaining impassive. The red head's anger was easily detected, his lips slightly twisted in the faintest trace of a scowl, his eyes hard. Densuke started up the car and started away, sighing heavily.
"Monster, thing, she didn't think fondly of the boy. Gotta feel bad for them ya know?" The two were silent for a long time, Kurama trying to put together some kind of connection in his mind and Densuke wondering when the hell his brother was going to be phoning him from America. In the meantime, the two stopped at a small park a few blocks from the precinct, Kurama leaning his head against the back of the seat and staring out at a woman that was at work pulling leaves and twigs from her son's hair, a small tear running down his cheek. His eyes widened slightly as a finger brushed over his cheek, wiping away the tear.
"Hey, stop that. I know it hurts but ya gotta get over it if we're gonna catch this sorry bastard."
"H-Hai." Kurama smiled down into Densuke's pale face, his blue eyes filled with a genuine worry for his partner who alarmed but at the same time comforted him. Densuke rarely showed such emotion for anyone sincerely. Kurama looked over at Densuke, the American getting out his notebook he had been jotting things down in during the conversation and sighed.
"That bitch knows something about the abuse. I bet you she knows something about the abduction too."
"You're thinking she helped to stage the kidnapping?"
"Yeah, basically 'Rama." The redhead leaned back and Densuke ran a hand through his messy blonde hair.
"Drop me off at the Yukimura Cafe." Densuke looked up at Kurama, turning the ignition and starting off.
"Any special reason?"
"My own." Kurama ended the conversation and Densuke knew not to push but to just bring him where he pleased.
"Who ya callin'?" Densuke asked as Kurama pulled out his cell phone, searching through it for a specific number.
"A friend of mine, very close to me." With that he chose the number and waited for a response on the other line, Densuke going to order something to drink to combat the summer heat.
"Hello?" came a smooth tone from the other end.
"It's me, Suuichi. Meet me at the Yukimura cafe, I need to discuss something with you." Kurama stated bluntly, a silence on the other end.
"You know I don't like coming out around the blue."
"It's just me and my partner, no reason to worry. Truly, you do not trust me?"
"Fine." A click and Kurama hung up, sitting down at a nearby booth as Densuke returned sipping at a class of ice water.
"Well?"
"It went well. Just wait." Kurama kept his gaze on the window, watching the people go by and about their days, Densuke looking around the cafe and chuckling. Being here reminded him of a cafe in New York he would always visit when he got off work and there'd be Missy the waitress and Bob and Joe, the brothers that ran the place. Even the expanse of the Pacific couldn't keep Densuke from his hometown. He looked over at Kurama and felt his heart give a little lurch. Not that he would frontally admit it, he was concerned about Kurama being so withdrawn with this case and was half-cocked to tell him to drop it but he knew that with Shiori now dead by this man's hand, he wouldn't stop for anyone or anything.
Kurama glanced over his shoulder as the bell on the cafe door rang and Mr. and Mrs. Yukimura looked up from the cleaning at the new arrival. The man looked around a bit before his icy eyes settled on Densuke and Kurama's table, the redhead scooting over to make room for him. Densuke raised an eyebrow at him with his seemingly short silver hair tucked into the back of his white coat and cold golden eyes and his lips curled into a smirk.
"Now, where have I seen you before?"
"Densuke, we have more important matters to discuss. This is not a meaningless rendezvous. Youko, I called you here because I need to ask if you know anything about two orphaned siblings that ran the streets for a time before being put in an orphanage and even after that. It's relevant to the current case and your name will not appear on any reports." The man was silent as he seemed to think a moment before nodding.
"There were two kids running around about six months ago. A black haired boy and his sister, little blue haired girl. Hiei and Yukina, these the two?"
"Yes, what do you know of their abduction?"
"Abduction huh? News to me but I might know something. That woman at the orphanage, Mizuko, is an agent for some drug lord if I’m not mistaken. Nailed a while back for possession. Since she started working there kids have been disappearing every half year since." Densuke nodded, Youko looking around a bit as more cops filtered in as break time approached. Kurama said his goodbyes and let Youko off on his way, he and Densuke heading back to the precinct to dig up Mizuko's rap sheet.
It was dark when Hiei woke. Soft moonbeams filtered in through the small window and he sighed, thinking of his younger sister trapped in the room up the hall. That bastard used her to get him to obey, she was nothing more than bait for obedience. Voices could be heard up the hall. His voice. That blonde's voice, the one from overseas. Hiei stood and eased his door open, peeking about. Nothing, just the moonlight dimly lighting the hall. He looked up to the room where Yukina lay captured, wishing he could find a way to break her out but with so many people in here, escape would be impossible with no weapon. He blinked as more voices could be heard. They were in her room. Hiei felt his blood boil, his protective instinct for her rage. Not again. He promised her never again.
Ignoring any rational thought, he padded quickly up the hall and slammed the door open, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Yukina's eyes pleaded for him to save her, tears streaming from he crimson orbs as the men pinned and fondled her. Rage shot through Hiei and he lunged after one of the men, snapping his neck. The others looked up at the enraged boy, his eyes thirsty for blood on his hands once again just as he had done to those bastards that had attacked her those years ago.
"'Niisan.. Niisan help me please.." Yukina pleaded, reaching for him with her free hand. Footsteps behind him, dodge, get behind him. He knocked the feet from under him, going for the holstered pistol and firing once, blood spraying over him like a warm shower. He killed again, for her and only for her.
"Drop the gun boy." came the snarl from Yukina's captor, her body trembling with fear, the cold barrel of the gun against her head. A shot and the man was dead, Hiei pulling his sister from under the weight of the dead body. She was shaking violently, Yukina burying her face in his chest and sobbing, Hiei wrapping her tattered robe around her. He picked up his pistol and backed out of the room, bolting once he got to the door and not hesitating in putting a bullet in the head of anyone who was in a room he ran through as he exited the house.
He could hear the voice of his "master" behind him, loud and fierce but he kept running, running to the safety of a nearby glade. It was dark in the woods and he was nowhere near safety but in his black ensemble he would easily blend in with the deep forest. He had to get her to safety, at any cost, even if he ran himself to death. Running.... Just running...
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Yeah I know the chapters are short. Don't remind me ^^;;; I've never been good at writing long chapters in fanfictions. How is it? I feel kinda bad for torturing the two and I'm hoping that chapter 3 is longer. Reviews are always happily accepted!
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Author's note: I normally replace Hiei and Yukina's last name instead of using Jaganshi because I don't know I just don't really think it'd fit as a last name for Yukina as fairly and this takes place in a human city where both are human. If they were still demons I’d consider. ^^
"Now, slave that is what you get from not listening!" The boy screamed as another harsh strike from the whip flayed at his already tender skin. Tears burned the corner of his eyes from the pain, his throat was dry from his agonized screams and his body ached all over. Shackles holding his wrists from the wall were the only thing that supported him otherwise he would be curled on the floor lying in his own blood. A sharp throbbing pierced his head, the boy only wanting to scream more as the whip from the powerful man before him flayed him again and again. He would die as did the women he killed after his captor was through with them. He never regretted ending those women's lives; they no longer bore the pain he was going through, if not worse. In the end, they all begged for the blessing of death but he had been forced to live the nightmare over and over.
The shackles relinquished their hold on him and the boy slumped to the ground, another sharp pain coursing through his being. The man strung the whip on its hook on the wall and smirked down at the boy, grabbing him by the head of the hair and pulling him onto his knees.
"One would think you would've learned by now..." The boy's breath came in gasps as more pain shot through him, no longer having any strength to scream. The pain continued for what seemed like an eternity to his beaten and bloody body, the boy biting back bitter tears of anger when a fire seemed to flash through him as he was thrown again to the ground and the man who claimed to be his master strode for the room. He closed his eyes and lay there, tears leaking from his eyes as the boy reached weakly out to grasp his pants, the cloth torn and caked with dry blood from the abuse he went through for his insubordination. He hurt all over, barely having the strength to redress himself in his ragged ensemble, his face tumescent from the continued beatings. He looked toward the door, towards the freedom he could have if he could just escape this place, run away... Osaka was not far away but he knew he would probably be found. He would run at the next chance to Tokyo where he could be lost in the massive crowds.
Yes, he would run....
Run away....
The boy's musings were interrupted as the door again swung open, the musculature form of his captor appearing in the doorway. A shriek came from his latest victim as she hit the ground, long black hair plastered against her face from the dry blood. She looked up at him with a pleading look in her eyes and the boy saw within the dark orbs begging for the blessing of death. His heart wrenched, she looked alot like the Tokyo woman he had killed not long ago. A knife was tossed to the boy's side, he bit his lip as a shaky hand went out to seize it and he brought the gleaming blade to the side of her fair skin and she shut her eyes in a meager anticipation for the end to come. The blade shook against her throat, the boy hesitating but he knew this was best; he just hated to be forced to kill. But if he didn't, then he would be beaten again and the woman would suffer even more and neither of those were choice options for him. In a swift move, he felt the woman's warm blood wash over his hands and her face was twisted in pain, her mouth open in a silent scream. The boy shook as he stepped back, his captor wrenching the knife from his hands and brought the still bloody blade across his face, the boy yelping in pain and pulling away. He watched silent as the bastard pulled the dead body from the room and locked him in. There was no way to run.... he couldn't run, and he knew he was going to die, too.
Densuke looked up at Kurama as the boy came to stand before him, the Caucasian looking into the slightly darker face, his blonde hair a mess around him.
"Anything?" Kurama inquired with slightly hopeful tone.
"Natta. We're still lookin' around and even the U.S. officials are lookin' for anything with a similar MO. My bro's in the force back home, it's great to have ties to the higher-up."
"Yes, I suppose it is. There's a report of another killing just outside Osaka. He has been on the move it seems."
"Oh wonderful." Densuke snorted, picking up the case file Kurama had just set down in front of him and flipping through the photos taken from the crime scene. Fingertips burnt, welts along the body, and a gouge in the throat. Densuke swore colorfully and slammed the file shut.
"Damn! The bastard's gettin' brave. What the hell does this sicko want?" Kurama shrugged, he hadn't the slightest idea where to begin this chase. Osaka, some ways away but yet another big city. He seemed to favor big cities.
"Is there anything between the women he's killed so far that might give us a roundabout estimate as to where he might strike and what he prefers?" Densuke pulled out the other files and displayed the pictures taken from the other crime scenes.
"Same murder tactics. Slitting the throat and asphyxiation. Some were raped, not all, women between the ages of 25 and 40. Other than that we have no comparison at all besides that all seven of the kills so far have been in Kyoto, Tokyo, or Osaka. The boss thinks it might be a tie to the kidnapping of orphaned siblings too but other than that I really don't know." Kurama was silent as he absorbed all this information and he leafed through the pictures again before turning to gaze out the window. The city was bathed in the heat of the afternoon and Kurama felt his heart prick as he saw younger sons walking with their mothers, chatting happily. Value her, with all your life... No one is safe from this bastard... Densuke poured Kurama a cup of coffee and handed it to the boy whom stared silently into the busy streets of Tokyo.
"Anything from America?"
"Not yet, my bro's been swamped so it'll be a while."
"Ahh. What about the orphans?"
"Errrr...gimme a minute." Densuke walked back to the filing cabinet, the blonde soon returning with the report.
"A brother and sister snatched six months ago. Hiei and Yukina Uramatsu. Was with numerous foster homes, found hard to place because of the bond between them and the aggressive means of protection of the brother towards the adults they were placed with after he found his sister being abused. These two have been through hell. It is no wonder they were not that big a loss." Kurama looked over the pictures of the two after setting aside the article on them, neither of them looked very old especially the girl, Yukina, but her brother's violent temper could be easily seen in his eyes. Kurama found himself examining the boy's face, emotionless and stoic, his eyes as empty of emotion as his face whereas his sister was nothing short of a portrait of angelic softness. Innocent and sweet. Just as this man seemed to like them.
"It makes sense that he might not want to do his killing himself in fear of being caught and to get someone else easy to control does it not?" Kurama looked back to the girl.
"Ya mean he's using the kid's sister as a threat to make him do what this sick bastard wants? Damn that's cold." Densuke shook his head. He took pity on the poor kids.
"It is a place to start is it not? I am heading to the orphanage to inquire more on the missing siblings. You want to come?" Kurama asked, grabbing his coat. Densuke nodded and threw on his own, locking the door to his office as they left the precinct. He hoped there would be a break here. Now that he knew children were involved, he wanted more than ever to catch this bastard and make him pay for everything he'd done.
"Oh, Hiei and Yukina? Yes, I remember them quite well. Always wondered how someone so sweet could end up with such a monster for a sibling." Mishiya Mizuko explained to the two officers as she led them into her office adjoining the main room where children of all ages were running about. "I never was able to keep Hiei under control, he was always starting fights and refused to leave his sister's side unless absolutely necessary which in his opinion wasn't very often. Yukina was an angel and we could have easily gotten her adopted if it hadn't been for that little monster she called her oniisan. They absolutely refused to be separated." Mizuko sat down and motioned for the others to follow her lead.
"Any reason why separation was not working?" Kurama inquired.
"The one time we separated the twins, Yukina began to become reclusive over the sudden loss of her brother. She refused to eat, wouldn't talk and struggled to sleep. All she ever thought about was her brother. Hiei fought constantly with the siblings of his foster parents or with the adults themselves. So, they were both returned and have not been separated since, even in abduction." Densuke nodded, glancing up at Kurama's impassive face.
"So they are of no big loss to you?" Densuke's gaze snapped up at Kurama's icy tone.
"No, not exactly. Hiei wasn't anyway but Yukina could have found a good home. No need to get hostile Mr. Minamino. Are you done questioning? I have an orphanage to run."
"Almost. We heard that Hiei only became increasingly violent after his sister was found being abused, you know anything about this?" Densuke asked. Mizuko shook her head.
"No, there was a supposed incident once yes but that little...thing," she accentuated heavily, "would come up with any reason to start a fight." Densuke thanked her and the two left the office and strode outside to their patrol car, Kurama's face remaining impassive. The red head's anger was easily detected, his lips slightly twisted in the faintest trace of a scowl, his eyes hard. Densuke started up the car and started away, sighing heavily.
"Monster, thing, she didn't think fondly of the boy. Gotta feel bad for them ya know?" The two were silent for a long time, Kurama trying to put together some kind of connection in his mind and Densuke wondering when the hell his brother was going to be phoning him from America. In the meantime, the two stopped at a small park a few blocks from the precinct, Kurama leaning his head against the back of the seat and staring out at a woman that was at work pulling leaves and twigs from her son's hair, a small tear running down his cheek. His eyes widened slightly as a finger brushed over his cheek, wiping away the tear.
"Hey, stop that. I know it hurts but ya gotta get over it if we're gonna catch this sorry bastard."
"H-Hai." Kurama smiled down into Densuke's pale face, his blue eyes filled with a genuine worry for his partner who alarmed but at the same time comforted him. Densuke rarely showed such emotion for anyone sincerely. Kurama looked over at Densuke, the American getting out his notebook he had been jotting things down in during the conversation and sighed.
"That bitch knows something about the abuse. I bet you she knows something about the abduction too."
"You're thinking she helped to stage the kidnapping?"
"Yeah, basically 'Rama." The redhead leaned back and Densuke ran a hand through his messy blonde hair.
"Drop me off at the Yukimura Cafe." Densuke looked up at Kurama, turning the ignition and starting off.
"Any special reason?"
"My own." Kurama ended the conversation and Densuke knew not to push but to just bring him where he pleased.
"Who ya callin'?" Densuke asked as Kurama pulled out his cell phone, searching through it for a specific number.
"A friend of mine, very close to me." With that he chose the number and waited for a response on the other line, Densuke going to order something to drink to combat the summer heat.
"Hello?" came a smooth tone from the other end.
"It's me, Suuichi. Meet me at the Yukimura cafe, I need to discuss something with you." Kurama stated bluntly, a silence on the other end.
"You know I don't like coming out around the blue."
"It's just me and my partner, no reason to worry. Truly, you do not trust me?"
"Fine." A click and Kurama hung up, sitting down at a nearby booth as Densuke returned sipping at a class of ice water.
"Well?"
"It went well. Just wait." Kurama kept his gaze on the window, watching the people go by and about their days, Densuke looking around the cafe and chuckling. Being here reminded him of a cafe in New York he would always visit when he got off work and there'd be Missy the waitress and Bob and Joe, the brothers that ran the place. Even the expanse of the Pacific couldn't keep Densuke from his hometown. He looked over at Kurama and felt his heart give a little lurch. Not that he would frontally admit it, he was concerned about Kurama being so withdrawn with this case and was half-cocked to tell him to drop it but he knew that with Shiori now dead by this man's hand, he wouldn't stop for anyone or anything.
Kurama glanced over his shoulder as the bell on the cafe door rang and Mr. and Mrs. Yukimura looked up from the cleaning at the new arrival. The man looked around a bit before his icy eyes settled on Densuke and Kurama's table, the redhead scooting over to make room for him. Densuke raised an eyebrow at him with his seemingly short silver hair tucked into the back of his white coat and cold golden eyes and his lips curled into a smirk.
"Now, where have I seen you before?"
"Densuke, we have more important matters to discuss. This is not a meaningless rendezvous. Youko, I called you here because I need to ask if you know anything about two orphaned siblings that ran the streets for a time before being put in an orphanage and even after that. It's relevant to the current case and your name will not appear on any reports." The man was silent as he seemed to think a moment before nodding.
"There were two kids running around about six months ago. A black haired boy and his sister, little blue haired girl. Hiei and Yukina, these the two?"
"Yes, what do you know of their abduction?"
"Abduction huh? News to me but I might know something. That woman at the orphanage, Mizuko, is an agent for some drug lord if I’m not mistaken. Nailed a while back for possession. Since she started working there kids have been disappearing every half year since." Densuke nodded, Youko looking around a bit as more cops filtered in as break time approached. Kurama said his goodbyes and let Youko off on his way, he and Densuke heading back to the precinct to dig up Mizuko's rap sheet.
It was dark when Hiei woke. Soft moonbeams filtered in through the small window and he sighed, thinking of his younger sister trapped in the room up the hall. That bastard used her to get him to obey, she was nothing more than bait for obedience. Voices could be heard up the hall. His voice. That blonde's voice, the one from overseas. Hiei stood and eased his door open, peeking about. Nothing, just the moonlight dimly lighting the hall. He looked up to the room where Yukina lay captured, wishing he could find a way to break her out but with so many people in here, escape would be impossible with no weapon. He blinked as more voices could be heard. They were in her room. Hiei felt his blood boil, his protective instinct for her rage. Not again. He promised her never again.
Ignoring any rational thought, he padded quickly up the hall and slammed the door open, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Yukina's eyes pleaded for him to save her, tears streaming from he crimson orbs as the men pinned and fondled her. Rage shot through Hiei and he lunged after one of the men, snapping his neck. The others looked up at the enraged boy, his eyes thirsty for blood on his hands once again just as he had done to those bastards that had attacked her those years ago.
"'Niisan.. Niisan help me please.." Yukina pleaded, reaching for him with her free hand. Footsteps behind him, dodge, get behind him. He knocked the feet from under him, going for the holstered pistol and firing once, blood spraying over him like a warm shower. He killed again, for her and only for her.
"Drop the gun boy." came the snarl from Yukina's captor, her body trembling with fear, the cold barrel of the gun against her head. A shot and the man was dead, Hiei pulling his sister from under the weight of the dead body. She was shaking violently, Yukina burying her face in his chest and sobbing, Hiei wrapping her tattered robe around her. He picked up his pistol and backed out of the room, bolting once he got to the door and not hesitating in putting a bullet in the head of anyone who was in a room he ran through as he exited the house.
He could hear the voice of his "master" behind him, loud and fierce but he kept running, running to the safety of a nearby glade. It was dark in the woods and he was nowhere near safety but in his black ensemble he would easily blend in with the deep forest. He had to get her to safety, at any cost, even if he ran himself to death. Running.... Just running...
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Yeah I know the chapters are short. Don't remind me ^^;;; I've never been good at writing long chapters in fanfictions. How is it? I feel kinda bad for torturing the two and I'm hoping that chapter 3 is longer. Reviews are always happily accepted!
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