Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ CLUB-S ❯ A Game of Traps ( Chapter 7 )

Author's Note(s): Well, much to my surprise, this story has turned out to be one of the most complex stories I've ever done. The shear number of sub-plots and the complexity of the characters is insane.

 

I'd also like to address the fact that the story hasn't really lived up to the promise of a dark, fetishistic tale. Well, that will soon change! Things are quickly going to get moving, and I'm very enthusiastic about the potential of this fanfic.

 

-Bojack727

 

YU YU HAKUSHO: CLUB-S

 

Part 7: A Game of Traps

 

.o.o.o.

 

Yusuke knew that he'd have to dig much deeper and longer to find the information that he was looking for. The Makai was a complex and mysterious land of deceit of treachery. The task before him was admittedly daunting, but he knew the stakes were high.

 

The most crucial aspect of his mission was the unusualness of it. In the past, he'd been on countless missions. However, they always remained in the somewhat degrading category of grunt work. He'd been sent to- for lack of a better word- assassinate the Saint Beasts. He'd helped rescue a damsel in distress, and he'd been blackmailed into fighting in a tournament. But these always came down to brute force.

 

This time, he was working against an enemy that was faceless and nameless. They were vague, and yet powerful enough to inspire fear simply by word of mouth. These were the kind of people you didn't want to mess with, and that was just what he was doing!

 

He swore inwardly at the sheer stupidity of his venture, and yet still understood that he wasn't just out on another mission- this was a job that would either solidify the future of Spirit World, or cast the whole damn place into anarchy!

 

Who were the “Red Claw” and what were they capable of? And more importantly, why?

 

Somewhere behind him, a pebble rolled down a slight incline. . .

 

Yusuke turned around and looked around, trying to spot something around him. He then noticed someone slouched down on the ground, his head resting on his knees, along with his arms. He was dressed in black and had a large hat on.

 

“Who are you?” Yusuke asked coolly.

 

“Silly little Human kid goes and sticks his head where it doesn't belong.” The stranger remarked and lifted his face to up to look at him. His eyes met with the human's. “You stick your head out too long and someone's gonna…” he paused, his words drifting away.

 

Yusuke stepped back and narrowed his eyes.

 

“SOMEONE'S GONNA CUT IT OFF!!!” He slurred madly.

 

“What the fuck?” Yusuke exclaimed. He turned around came face to face with another demon. This one was hanging upside down from a tree branch. She was holding onto a thin thread with her hands and feet as she hung upside down.

 

 

She was wearing a tight black one-piece leather bathing suite and her arms and legs were covered in black and white candy striped stockings. One of the more notable aspects of her costume was the large slit down the front, showing off her formidable cleavage. Her face- and skin- was a pale blue color and her long black hair was marked with streaks of white in it. The sun reflected dully off her posh black lipstick.

 

Her blood-red eyes met his. “The fly just flew into the web.” She remarked, her smile revealing rows of sharp teeth.

 

Yusuke flinched. “Listen babe,” he began. “I don't know who you guys are, but you can take you're act elsewhere because I'm busy.”

 

“The only thing you're gonna be busy with is getting the living hell beat out of you, love.” She blurted back at him.

 

Yusuke felt something stab him in the shoulder. He then realized that she had thrust out her leg and stuck him in the shoulder with sharp pin that she had been holding with her foot.

 

He fell onto his knees, gripping the puncture wound. “Shit!” He swore as his vision blurred. He then looked up as the other demon walked up behind him.

 

“The sting of the Black Widow.” She spoke as he fell to the ground.

 

The male demon looked down at him and then raised his hand.

 

The female watched happily as Jekt struck the human across the back of the skull and then as he fell down, face first, into the dirt.

 

Jekt looked down at him and smiled. “We have to be sure it's him, Ishtara.”

 

She descended onto the ground, landing on her feat and then looked up at him. She smiled. “I'll make sure,” She remarked and kneeled down.

 

She looked at his still form and turned him over. She leaned in got almost nose to nose with him. “They say this guy is part demon- he smells like it.” She then tilted his head and ran her tongue along his neck. “Oh, and he tastes like a demon.”

 

She then reached down and grabbed his crotch. “Yes, he's part demon, alright.” She added deviously.

 

Jekt kneeled down beside and smiled. He lifted up the brim of his hat. “I think the boss is really gonna have some fun with this one.”

 

.o.o.o.

 

“I'm glad you three could make it on such short notice.” Koenma remarked to the three individuals standing before him in his large office.

 

Kuwabara, Kurama, and Botan- the unofficial `fifth member'- nodded in reply.

 

“So, Urameshi went back into the demon world to follow up a lead?” The tall human asked suddenly.

 

Koenma nodded. “Yes, but we haven't heard from him since.”

 

“How long has he been in the Makai?” Kurama asked in his usual impassive tone.

 

“Almost a week.” Koenma replied. “And you three will be joining him soon.”

 

“Oh my, you mean me as well?” Botan asked cutely.

 

“The nature of this mission makes it a very delicate one, and I feel that Kuwabara and Kurama have the strength to be able to defend themselves if necessary- though I feel it would be best to keep a low profile.”

 

“And how do I fit into all of this?” Botan asked.

 

The small ruler smiled. “Well, I need someone reliable to send information back my way. And it wouldn't be hard to convince anyone that you're their propperty- like window dressing.” Koenma replied, only to find himself staring eye-to-eye with a grim look fairy girl.

 

“I mean, because they'll need your expertise and skills in this mission.” Koenma offered.

 

Botan stepped back and straightened out her collar. “I thought that was what you meant.” She added, regaining her composure.

 

Kuwabara and Kurama felt beads of sweat form at their side as they watched the scary display before them. Koenma wiped the sweat from his head.

 

.o.o.o.

 

Matsui stood by the window silently, staring out into the ethereal sky-scape of the spirit world. He didn't even budge as the door opened slightly.

 

“Toshiro, I'm glad you're here.”

 

The Apparition stopped and nodded. “Sir?” He asked, noticing that the room was rather dark, and Matsui seemed to be standing in a shadow.

 

“I think it's time we began to take care of all of these loose ends. I expect that you know what to do?” He asked.

 

Toshiro nodded. “Of course, my lord, nothing must get in the way of your ascension- the fate of all our lives rests on it.”

 

And with that, he left, leaving Matsui by himself, once more. He sat down and looked away. “If only you knew…”

 

He picked up a glass of whine and held it up to the light and smiled.

 

.o.o.o.

 

The Mistress smiled as she lowered the cup of wine and looked across the room as the door creaked open. “Yes?” She asked in a sultry tone.

 

Jeckt and Ishtara walked into the room and stopped, standing perfectly still before her seated form. Jekt removed his hat and bowed before her in a flourish, as Ishtara bowed more modestly.

 

“My incomparable Lady, we bring good news.” Jekt announced dramatically.

 

The Mistress stood up and met their looks. “I imagine you do, my old friends.”

 

Jekt smiled. “The interloper was easily captured- having walked into our most insidious trap.” He explained. “We have brought him here to you, for your pleasure.” He informed her proudly.

 

A look of glee passed over Ishtara's face as she elaborated on the scheme. “He's still alive, I made certain of that.” She added. “And all of his most `important' features are in perfect condition.” Her voice speaking in a decidedly salacious tone.

 

The Mistress clapped her hands together. “Wonderful, I think I'm going to enjoy this my new little plaything.” She began. “Death bores me, especially when breaking someone is so much more fulfilling and methodical.”

 

The other female clapped her hands together and smiled. “Ohhh, you know how to get a girl so hot, is my little `toy' here?” Ishtara asked happily.

 

The Mistress smiled. “Yes, he's here right now, and I think he'll be quite pleased to spend some quality to time with you.”

 

Ishtara practically squealed with happiness at the news. “It's been too long since I got to spend time with my little Shimmur!” She exclaimed, rubbing her hands together. “I hope he's been a nice boy for you.”

 

The Mistress smiled. “Yes, I think perhaps you should reward him.” She remarked.

 

Ishtara blushed and left the room. Jekt bowed again and then stepped out as well.

 

Now that she was alone, she turned away and smiled. “Excellent, now that we have their lapdog in our den, they will know that we are not to be toyed with!” She exclaimed. “Mark my words Matsui- there will be a reckoning, and you will suffer!” She screamed.

 

She grabbed her whip and swung it right at her cup of wine. The glass simply stood still for a moment, and then the upper part of the glass slid off- revealing a perfect cut. Dark red wine trickled out of the cup like blood.

 

She laughed madly.

 

(- End of Chapter 7 -)

 

.o.o.o.