Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ CLUB-S ❯ Research ( Chapter 4 )

CLUB-S

 

Part 4: Research

 

Yusuke had rummaged through the files on Matsui, reasoning that if he knew more about him then he might know more about his enemies. After- a man's enemies speaks a lot about who they are…

 

The only problem was that this guy was the poster child for the model life. He was charming, outgoing, and might be the apparition who could finally form a bridge between the Reikai and the Makai. So then, who'd want to kill him? That was the burning question that circulated through the young human-demon's mind.

 

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As for the personal data:

 

Matsui ha first become aware of the spirits around him in the late 1890 as a very young child.

 

By the turn of the century, he had formalized a grasp of the paranormal and later became involved in spirit work. He eventual served as the partner of a previous spirit detective from 1912 to 1919. He, along with the spirit detective and an unnamed third person worked on investigating countless cases.

 

After seven years, he retired from the work, but took over as official spirit detective when his former partner was killed 1925, though he only held the role for 3 years as he trained a successor for the role in 1928.

 

At the age of 32, he traveled to the Makai and didn't return for some time, he returned 10 years later and it seemed that the skirmishes that had plagued the realm had greatly reduced.

 

He received honors from the Reikai High council with a promise of one day working along side them.

 

He passes away from a heart attack in 1967 and took a new form in the Spirit world.

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“Wow,” Yusuke remarked. “Someone kept busy.” He then turned around and set the file down. “But who was the mysterious third man?” He thought out loud.

 

Yusuke walked outside and spotted Toshiro at the far end of the grand hall, speaking to someone on some kind of communicator.

 

“Hey, who were you talking to?” Yusuke asked in a friendly tone.

 

Toshiro turned around and smiled. “Oh, I was just checking up on a few contacts of mine- I may be able to find someone who is connected to the `Red Claw'.”

 

Yusuke smiled. “That's good; I can't wait to meet him.”

 

A man then walked up to where they stood. “Gentlemen,” he began. “I assume that you are the agents working on this unfortunate case?”

 

“Yes sir.” Yusuke replied in an uncharacteristically cordial tone. Something about this man made him want to respect him.

 

“I am St. John Halcon.” He announced. The man had fair skin and long dark curly hair that hung down around his face. “I hope that you are able to resolve this matter soon.”

 

“So do we.” Toshiro replied.

 

“Well then, I won't keep you waiting any longer, good luck.” He spoke and then left.

 

***

 

The two of them stood before what could best be called a prison. It was a place where spirits who were beyond conventional help were placed.

 

“What kind of punishment is this, anyway?” Yusuke asked. “How does a low-rank demon end up a lifer in a Spirit World prison?” He asked as they decended a flight of stairs into the lower levels of the complex.

 

Toshiro nodded. “He was captured a few years back smuggling weapons into the Makai.” He explained. “He refused to give up the names of his conspirators so he was put in this place to see if he'd change his mind after a few decades of isolation.” He added as they passed through a large doorway.

 

Yusuke frowned. “If he's a demon, then he'd always place loyalty and honor over his own wellbeing.”

 

Toshiro laughed oddly. “That's all well and good, but as you'll see- his loyalty has earned him nothing but abandonment by his fellows and endless imprisonment.”

 

“Than why not take his own life?”

 

“Because I plan on living to see that day that thing you call a hero be destroyed!”

 

Both men stopped and looked into the dark cell and eventually spotted the stooped figure in the shadows. He was gawky and dark green-skinned with long white hair that hung down his shoulders and back.

 

“Bolen?” Toshiro began. “We need to talk.”

 

***

 

A woman sat in a chair on a raised stage, watching the inhabitants on the lower level of the chamber. A thin red curtain obscured her from the view of the others.

 

She raised a gloved hand inhaled the smoke from the cigarette through the long narrow holder in he hand. “Beruka! Come to me at once!” She exclaimed.

 

A woman entered the covered stage and approached her from the side. “Yes, my Mistress?” The woman was dress in a tight black strapless dress with a slit that ran all the way up to the top of her right thigh. She was also wearing a pair of dark-red round sunglasses on her head.

 

The other woman looked up at her. “Tell me, my deer sweet Beruka, do you have faith?” She asked coolly. Her face concealed by the protruding brim of her black military cap.

 

“Faith?” she asked nervously.

 

“Do you have faith in divine retribution?” She asked.

 

“I'm not sure Mistress.” Beruka replied nervously.

 

“You should, I do- I plan on making my own form of divine retribution.” She replied suddenly as she stood up.

 

Beruka looked at the other woman. She was tall with long shapely legs contained in tight black thigh-high zip-up leather boots, complete with stiletto heels. Her narrow waist and amble bosom was barely held in place by a matching tight leather corset. Her arms were covered with long black leather gloves that came mid-way up her fore-arms.

 

“In the mean time, see to it that the guests in the lounge are quite content with their distractions.” She instructed her. “I shall attend to the next client in the cells personally.”

 

“Yes, Mistress.” Beruka replied.

 

The Mistress pulled a lever and a compartment opened up. She removed a long thick whip and a small box. “I imaging the Duke of the West Tower will be expecting nothing less then the finest and most exquisite agony.”

 

***

 

In the area called the “lounge”, countless customers sat and laid around, smoking and inhaling the toxins from the countless chemical-laden hookahs.

 

A short figure tilted his head back and looked up at the ceiling. “The rumors were true, all of them.” He remarked. He then placed the tube into his mouth and inhaled the smoke again. “so, she's here after all.” He added.

 

He smiled idly as she glanced over at another demon nearby him. The male demon was in a rather suitable daze with a busty female sitting in his lap. The man smiled back at him.

 

Hiei returned the smile. He sat and watched as the female straddles the male's waist and looked into his eyes. She pulled back the side of her undone blouse and kissed him roughly on the lips.

 

Hiei had been to this place a few times before when he heard rumors of unusual activities going on. He also was interested in meeting the woman called “The Mistress”. But it seemed that she was occupied at the moment. He sighed as he watched the other people in the lounge either getting high of the toxins or having sex.

 

This was the kind of place you came to find just about anything. “Perhaps, Mukuro might accompany me next time.” He thought as the image of the taller female passed through his thoughts. Silently, he resolved to show her just how loyal he was to her…

 

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Look for the next chapter, as it might just have some Hiei/Mukuro lemony goodness soon.

 

-bojack727