Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Faces ❯ The Mission ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. If I did do you think I would be writing about it? I only own the characters that aren't from the show.

 

I figured I'd get the next chap out soon because I can't think about anything else but this story. And drivers ed gives me a lot of time to write outlines for my chapters.

 

“text” - talking

`text' - thinking

text - telepathic communication

 

Changing Faces

 

Chapter 1 - The Mission

 

Yusuke and Kuwabara sat, passed out, in two chairs in front of Koenma's desk. Koenma hasn't noticed yet because he is still searching for the file he needs. Hiei and Kurama notice, though, and Hiei would like nothing more than to wake them up in the most unpleasant way possible. Kurama just rolled his eyes and waited patiently.

 

“Aha! Found it!” Koenma exclaimed, “WAKE UP!”

 

Both Yusuke and Kuwabara jerk awake. Yusuke glares at the seemingly young ruler.

 

“If you wouldn't call us here so early I wouldn't be falling asleep, binky boy.” He grumbled.

 

“What is the mission, Koenma?” Kurama asked, heading off yet another argument.

 

“There has been increasing demon activity in the US. To be specific Long Island, New York. Intelligence has found that a rare demon lives there, but we have no idea what kind of demon.” Koenma explained.

 

“Is this a case of go in find the demon and kill it?” Kuwabara asked.

 

“No. You will find her and bring her here.”

 

“Her?” Kurama asked.

 

“Yes. My spies tell me our demon is female. Thing is she doesn't even know what she is and she's a hanyou.” Koenma finished.

 

“How does she not know?” Yusuke asked.

 

“Apparently, she lives alone and there is no trace of her family. This could be why she doesn't have any idea. There is another problem that makes her even rarer.”

 

“What?” Three voices asked.

 

“She's a witch.”

 

“A what?” Kuwabara asked.

 

Even Hiei was now showing some interest in the mission now.

 

“A witch hasn't been born with demon blood is centuries. Are you sure?” Kurama inquired.

 

“Extremely. She attacked one of our spies. Or more correctly he was attacked by one of her spells. She is very gifted in warding spells and when he tried to get into her house uninvited he was literally thrown from the property.” Koenma explained.

 

“So how the hell are we going to get in?” Yusuke asked.

 

“As long as she invites you in the spell will have no effect.”

 

“Where will we be going? I know you said Long Island but there are a lot of places to look there.” Kurama asked politely.

 

“She lives in Brightwaters, but is in Bay Shore school districts. From what I know Brightwaters isn't big enough to have its own school. I will send you to the area and hopefully can pass you off as exchange students. Finding a host family on short notice might be a bit of a problem. If anything I'll rent an apartment somewhere nearby for you to stay.” Koenma answered.

 

“So basically we're going in blind, deaf, and dumb.” Kuwabara clarified.

 

“Too late. You're already there.” Hiei remarked.

 

“What does this chick look like?” Yusuke intervened in the oncoming argument.

 

“Here's a picture.” Koenma handed him a picture.

 

There is a young girl crouching on a tree branch getting ready to jump on the camera holder. She has light green eyes with flecks of yellow and gray in them and a ring of blue around the outside of her irises. She has long black hair with red, orange, and white streaks. She's wearing blue jean shorts and a dark green tank top. It was hard to tell her height from the way she crouched but the guys could tell she was short.

 

“Hey what's the deal? You said she's 16! She looks twelve here!” Yusuke squawked.

 

“She's 14 in the picture. This was the most recent we could find.” Koenma answered, “But she may not seem this was anymore.”

 

“What do you mean?” Kurama asked.

 

“My spies said she's cold and distant wearing nothing but black and she has much the same attitude if Hiei and Yusuke were combined.”

 

“That sucks.” Kuwabara said bluntly.

 

“Well let's get this show on the road! Get us a portal!” Yusuke hollered.

 

A glowing green portal appeared to the right of Koenma's desk.

 

“Be careful. We don't know what she is capable of and good luck.” Koenma waved them off.

 

Each filed through the portal and it winked out behind them.

 

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“Ms. Drake, Ms. Drake, Ms. Drake!”

 

“Yeah?” I answered absently.

 

“Since you don't seem to be paying attention to the lecture anyway, why don't you take our new exchange students and show them around.” Mrs. McKeon ordered.

 

“Sure. Here's the home work for the next two weeks.” I said getting up and walking to the front of the room where four Japanese boys stood.

 

Before she could answer I was already at the door, “You guy's coming or am I showing myself around?”

 

The boys stare for another second and follow me. I'm wearing baggy black pants, a form fitting black tank with `I just realized. I don't care.' written on the front, and a black long sleeve tied around my waist.

 

“So you speak English? Have names?” I asked.

 

A tall red head answered. He seemed to be the speaker of the group but not the leader. A slightly shorter guy with slicked back black hair carried the arrogant and cocky air of a leader.

 

“My name is Minamino Shuiichi. This is Kuwabara Kazuma, Urameshi Yusuke, and Jaganshi Hiei. And you are?”

 

He had pointed to each person in turn as he named them.

 

“Raevyn Drake. Nice to meet you Shuiichi, Kazuma, Yusuke and Hiei.” I answered. “Do you all speak English, or are you an interpreter of sorts?”

 

“As far as I know we all speak English. But Hiei is up in the air as he rarely talk's period.” Yusuke answered.

 

“Good. Quiet people can't say stupid things and get themselves in trouble.” I murmured. “OK. There is like five minutes left in the period and then I have gym. Lemme see your schedules.”

 

They handed them over and they had all the same classes I did. Peachy. Just peachy.

 

“Well we have the exact same schedule. So you can follow me around for the rest of the day if you like.” I handed back their schedules and proceeded to the gym.

 

“Hey Pip!” A shout came from down a side hall.

 

`Great. Just what I need, a visit from the ego king of New York.' I thought.

 

“Pip! Answer me when I'm talking to you!”

 

“Fuck off!” I called back.

 

A big hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around before lifting me up by the front of my shirt and slamming me into the lockers.

 

“Now that wasn't very lady-like. I think you should apologize.” He said.

 

“Eat shit and die, Darryl.” I spat.

 

He threw me away from him and I managed to slide back on my feet and regain my balance.

 

“I'm the only one in this whole town that can protect you and still you refuse my help. Why?” Darryl asked.

 

“Because I don't want your help. The town can fuck itself to hell and back, I don't care.” I hissed.

 

“Then all everyone is ever going to take you for is a freak.”

 

“Then let them.” I turned my back and started to walk away only to be grabbed again and slammed back into the lockers harder.

 

“Let me go.”

 

“No.”

 

“Fine. We have to do this the hard way. Again.” I lifted my left arm above my head and crossed it over his hands holding the front of my shirt and was about to nail him in the nose with my elbow when…

 

“What is going on here?”

 

Darryl let go of me and I dropped to the floor landing gracelessly on my ass.

 

“Nothing Mr. Balsam. Darryl just asked me to show him a new move I learned in self defense.” I answered, nonchalantly.

 

“You do remember that you have just gotten back from being suspended Ms. Drake. Another fight and you're out.” Mr. Balsam informed me.

 

“We weren't fighting.” I repeated.

 

Just then the bell rang. “Get to class.”

 

We watched him walk off.

 

“Today at 3:00pm. Smoker Island. We're going to finish this.” Darryl said walking around me.

 

“Be on time.” I answered.

 

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School was once again easy, well, for me at least. Yusuke and Kuwabara were asking me and Shuiichi for help every class. But whatever. I used to be the same way. Then I got my act together. Maybe I'll kick them into shape. But, I'm going off topic. Oh, and I got a call from the foreign exchange program people saying that I would have four foreign exchange students staying with me. Guess which four. Yes!! Yusuke, Kuwabara, Shuiichi, and Hiei. That is some coincidence.

 

We're heading to Smoker's Island. Still riddled with your usual smokers and druggies waiting for the 3:30 bus but unable to smoke on campus. Darryl was already there with Ronin and two other guys from the football team, which amazingly in the past two years has become the top team on Long Island. (A/N: This is not true. Bay Shore football has sucked since 1985. They aren't getting better. If you live around here, don't get offended, I just thought it would be more plausible for a football player to hold more sway if the football team actually won. Oh and all the people (Darryl, Ronin) are fake.)

 

“Didn't think you were going to show.” Darryl laughed.

 

“Long time no see, Rae. Wanna have a go later. Ya know, if you're not all bloodied up.” Ronin smirked.

 

“How `bout I kick your ass after I kick his. I think I owe you one anyway.” Raevyn sneered. “Oh, how's your slut's nose healing? I heard I broke it in four places. Didn't think I could do that after all the plastic surgery she must have had.”

 

Ronin tried to lunge forward but the other two grabbed him and held him back, his eyes burning with malice.

 

“Guess that's my answer.”

 

“You two can have your fun later. We fight now.” Darryl said stepping forward.

 

Without another word I rushed at him and threw a right hook. He caught it and threw one of his own. I dodged and kicked him in the ribs. He locked my foot against his side and pulled me to him and punched me in the ribs. I wrenched me foot free and swept out his feet. Before I could get out of arms reach he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down with him. I recovered just after he did and was caught off guard when he pulled a knife out of his pocket and slashed me across the ribs. I didn't flinch or retreat but punched him square in the jaw, grabbed his wrist, twisting it up behind his back causing him to release the knife. I pushed his arm up higher and twisted it more. He cried out in pain and fell to his knees.

 

“That was a low blow, even for you.” I hissed. “This fight is over. Don't ever come near me again. And tell your damn cheerleader girlfriends to stay away if they don't want their plastic surgery ruined.”

 

I released my hold and kicked Darryl forward. He scrambled up and reached for his knife but I stepped on it before his hand made it.

 

“Mine now.”

 

“You'll get yours, you crazy bitch!” He screamed at me.

 

“Funny. I already thought I had.” I mocked.

 

“This isn't the end, Rae. No, this is only the beginning.” Ronin smirked.

 

They walked, limped in Darryl's case, away and to the 3:30 bus. I kneeled down and checked the damage to my side. It was only then that I realized the four foreign exchange students were still there.

 

“We'll be going to my house as soon as I stop the bleeding. And I was hoping to keep this shirt from getting ripped and bloody.” I sighed.

 

I took untied the shirt from around my waist and started tearing it into stripes. Then I raised my tank so I could wrap the wound. I heard a gasp from behind me and turned to see three shocked faces and one indifferent one.

 

“How did you get all those scars?” Kuwabara asked.

 

“I fight a lot.” I answered. There was no way in all hell I was telling the truth. Never.

 

I feel this… I don't know… wriggling in my head. Just for a second. I might have imagined it. Who knows. I look at the guys and Hiei is cringing slightly and glaring at me like I just smacked him. I cock an eye brow at them and Hiei just scoffs.

 

“OK. That should be good until we get home. Follow me.” I tell them. “By the way, how is your stuff getting to my house?”

 

“It's getting delivered.” Shuiichi answers.

 

“Aren't you going to go to a hospital or something for that cut? It looked pretty nasty and deep.” Yusuke asks.

 

“Don't like hospitals. One; too many sick people, two; hospitals as questions and this isn't your ordinary culinary accident, three; doctors don't know shit.” I explain.

 

“Works for me. I never liked hospitals either.” He answers.

 

“You've never been to a hospital Urameshi.” Kuwabara says.

 

“Yeah I was. When Sensui was causing all that trouble, remember? Never liked hospitals after that.” He replied.

 

“Who's Sensui?” I ask, totally lost.

 

“Just some chump I fought.” Yusuke answers.

 

“Oh so you're a fighter. Are the rest of you as well?”

 

“Yup!” Kuwabara confirms.

 

“Then you will love my house.”

 

“Why?” Yusuke and Kuwabara ask together.

 

“You'll see.” I answer, leaving them hanging.

 

“Aw. Can't you give us a hint?” Kuwabara whined.

 

“Be quiet, baka. Your annoying voice is giving me a headache.” Hiei snaps.

 

“Shut it, Shorty!”

 

I couldn't take any bickering. Not now. I needed to get home and bandage my wound properly before I bled to death. I could already feel my mock bandage being soaked.

 

“Fight later. Walk now.” I push them apart and lead the way home.

 

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Were you able to look into her mind? Kurama asked Hiei as they silently followed Raevyn.

 

No. She has stronger mind shields than any demon I've ever met. It can't all be reiki. She must be using her powers as a witch. Hiei answered.

 

Maybe if you try again when she isn't on her guard so much. Kurama suggested.

 

That won't work. Hiei said, decisively

 

Why?

 

She's never drops her guard. She's alert to everything around her at all times. Hiei explained.

 

What could have happened to her to do that? Kurama mused.

 

Nothing happy.

 

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We make it home in one piece. Not like I was expecting to get any trouble. Everyone in this town knows who I am and KNOWS not to mess with me. It's like a sixth sense for some of them. Some *cough*Darryl*cough* just don't get that.

 

“Home, sweet, home.” I say opening the door and standing aside for the guys to enter.

 

They just stand there and look at me.

 

“Do I need to write to an invitation? You can go in.”

 

They walk into the house, hesitantly. Like it's going to bite them.

 

`Do they have a house phobia? Is there a house phobia?' I think to myself.

 

They take their shoes off at the door. I'm confused for a second when I remember in Japan no one wears shoes when in a house, dojo, temple, and building that isn't a business.

 

“When is your stuff getting here?”

 

The door bell rings.

 

“Never mind.”

 

I get the door and sure enough there's a guy with a bunch of duffel bags. I sign the paper thing and the guys file past and take their respective bags.

 

“OK. We'll start the tour with your room.” I lead them down through the living room and down the hall past a closed door.

 

“What's in there?” Kurama asks as we pass it.

 

“Right now, dust. I'm fixing it up and moving in stuff from the attic. I want to redo the attic and the only place to put the crap up there was in here.” I explain. That room used to be my brothers. I'm erasing his existence quickly.

 

We continue past a bathroom and the next door is theirs.

 

“This is your bathroom. If there is a problem with you four sharing it, just ask and you can use mine.” I open the door at the end of the hall and allow them past. “This is your room.”

 

The guys step in and look around, open mouthed. This room belonged to my mom and dad. Everything of dad has been erased and anything mom has been left the same. I changed the room a lot though. There is a loft now and there are three dressers instead of one big one and the armoire. There is also a big screen TV, PS2, Game Cube, and X Box. Also there's a phone. The TV is hooked up with surround sound and the whole nine yards.

 

“There are three beds down here and one up on the loft. You decide where you sleep.” Hiei was already climbing the ladder to the loft and depositing his bag up there.

 

“Well it looks like we're down here.” Kurama commented.

 

“When you're done we'll continue.” I walk out of the room and lean against the wall opposite the bathroom. The boys join me shortly.

 

“If you liked that room, you're going to absolutely die after seeing this one.” I lead them back down the hall and just before the dinning room there is an almost unnoticeable door. I open it and allow the boys to go in first. Again the jaw drop. This is my favorite room, besides my room. My training room.

 

“I think I've died and gone to Rekai.” Yusuke mumbles. “This is so much better than Genkai's.”

 

`Genkai? That name rings a bell. I think one of my Sensei's mentioned her.' I think. “Genkai? The psychic? You know her?” I ask.

 

“Yeah, she trained me.” Yusuke replies offhandedly.

 

“You have no idea how much I would kill to train under her! I definitely need to fight you sometime.” I reply.

 

Yusuke looks at me like I have two heads when I said the first part then his face softened into a cocky grin.

 

“Whenever you want.”

 

“I'll remember that. This room is my pride and joy. You're free to use any and all weapons here. Just don't do too much damage. And just don't use the green sword. I haven't mastered that one yet. When I do you can use it at your will.” I explained.

 

The guys wondered around looking at everything. Hiei lingered at the sword rack looking at the green sword I had just mentioned. It was unsheathed. I never put a sword in its sheath on the rack until I have mastered it. It had a wicked double curve (A/N: like this: ~ ) with serrated edges on the outside curves. It had a simple hand guard and double handed hilt wrapped in soft green leather. This sword has given me the most trouble mastering. It's been two months and still I'm nowhere near being able to wield it without cutting myself at least once. But I will get it. I leave the room and once again wait for the boys. When they file out I lead them through the rest of the house.

 

“OK. This is the dinning room. Never use it but if you want to be my guest. Then this is the kitchen. I can't cook anything fancy. And most of the time I'm making myself Ramen. I think I have a lifetime supply. Over there in that little room is the fridge and a cupboard with baking sheets and another with Tupperware.” I lead them through dinning room, kitchen, breakfast nook thing, and now down stairs. “This is the laundry room. There are hampers for your dirty clothes in your room. You do your own laundry. If you don't know how, learn. This is the pantry. There is another fridge down here for whatever can't fit upstairs. And on the shelves is my Ramen supply and all the other crap I buy. There are toiletries here too. Shampoo, toothbrushes, deodorant. Anything and everything. If you need something and I don't have it, make a list and when I go shopping, which is every other Saturday evening, and I'll pick it up.” I turn to go back upstairs when Yusuke stops me.

 

“Hey Raevyn, what's in there?” He points to the steel door on the other side of the laundry room.

 

“You are forbidden to go in that room. If I catch anyone of you in there you will never speak again. Am I understood?” I say in a low, deadly dangerous voice. No one objects.

 

I continue up the stairs and point out where everything in the kitchen is.

 

“If you don't mind, I would like to cook dinner tonight.” Shuiichi announces.

 

“Be my guest. I'm sure whatever you're cooking has to be better than whatever I make.” I tell him. “I'm going to do my homework and catch a few Z's before dinner. Call me when it's ready, OK?”

 

“No problem.” Kuwabara answers.

 

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Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, and Kurama were in the kitchen discussing everything that had happened.

 

“Well, we know she can fight. And not mind pain by the way she moved after getting that cut.” Yusuke said.

 

“I wonder where those scars came from, and why we can't go in that room.” Kuwabara wondered aloud.

 

“I have the feeling that asking her would only lead to complications.” Kurama said. “We will just have to wait until she trusts us.”

“That will never happen.” Hiei stated.

 

“And why is that?” Yusuke retorted.

 

“She has the eyes of dog that has been kicked too many times by its master and now wants to bite back against any human it finds.” He replied.

 

They were silent for a few moments.

 

“Is there anyway you can see what she's doing in her room?” Kurama asked.

 

“Hn. There's an even stronger barrier on her room than there was on her mind.” Hiei retorted.

 

“Guess that means no spying.” Yusuke mumbled.

 

A ringing sound erupted from Yusuke's pocket. He pulls out a pink device that looks like a makeup compact. He opens it and none other than Koenma appears on screen.

 

“What's up binky breath?” Yusuke asks.

 

“We've found out what kind of demon Raevyn is.” Koenma informed them.

 

“And?”

 

“She's a griffin demon. There are only two left and then her as a hanyou griffin-witch.” Koenma explained.

 

“Who are the other two?” Kurama asked.

 

“Her father and brother. I found their location as well. They are in Riverhead maximum security prison. They have demon guards and that is why they haven't been able to break out yet.”

 

“Didn't know that.” Kuwabara mumbled.

 

“Did you find anything out?” Koenma asks.

 

“Just that she has a freaking great training room and can fight. Also her whole body is riddled with scars.” Yusuke answers.

 

“Hm. Well keep an eye out and stay out of trouble. I'll call again.” Koenma says and closes the link.

 

They sit in silence for a few minutes then Kurama starts to gather ingredients for dinner.

 

“Why don't you guys go train and I'll call you when dinner is ready.” He suggested.

 

“Really? Bye!” Yusuke and Kuwabara are gone in a flash.

 

Hiei lingers to talk with Kurama. “Something is strange here, Fox.” He says.

 

“And we have to unravel it.” He replied.

 

“Hn.”

 

Hiei disappeared too and Kurama was left alone to finish making dinner.

 

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“Miss Drake? Dinner's ready.” Kurama calls through my door.

 

“No need to be so formal. Just Raevyn.” I reply.

 

“OK.”

 

I enter the dinning room and my nose is assaulted with the delicious aromas of Shuiichi's cooking.

 

“Smells delicious.” I say.

 

Everyone else is already sitting down waiting to eat.

 

“You didn't have to wait for me.” I say.

 

“Just being gentlemanly.” Kuwabara answers.

 

“Well, thanks.” I answer awkwardly. No one has treated me this nice in a long time.

 

The door bell rings just as I finish loading my plate.

 

“I got it. Sit and eat.” I say getting up before anyone could protest.

 

I answer the door to see my two favorite people. Darryl and Ronin.

 

“Get the fuck off my property before I call the cops and tell them you were trespassing.” I say calmly.

 

“Not until we even the score.” They make to try and come in but my protection spell repels them and throws them to the curb.

 

“Bye now! Let's not do this again!” I call after them as they run down the street.

 

I close the door and walk back to my seat and start eating. I can fell the guy's stares. I look at their shocked faces and cock an eye brow.

 

“What?” I ask.

 

“They just got thrown from your house…” Yusuke's voice fades out.

 

“Oh I must have forgotten to tell you. I'm a witch.” I say offhandedly. I get this too often to care anymore. “That was just a mild protection spell. Anyone I don't want to come in the house can't.”

 

Eventually they snap out of it and we all finish eating. I think I might have scared them. Oops.

 

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So that's chapter 1. Please tell me what you think! And if you have questions feel free to ask.

 

Raevyn out! Blessed be!