Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Dancers and PuppetMasters ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

-Demon Dancers and PuppetMasters- by Nemesis Q. Ravens

Chapter One

Damien and his notorious Team Kyrios all sat at a dark table in the darkest corner of one of Tokyo's numerous dance clubs. The people around them were partying like there was no tomorrow and Nemesis sat beside Damien with her face bared to all. No disguise here. Her black hair was curled and framed her oval face. The slender figure flaunted her curves with a blood red skin tight, knee-length dress. With a scooped top, her cleavage was nicely accentuated.

Nemesis watched the others drink and fondle passing women, except her lover, Damien of course. She smiled each time Jason and Kyle, the moronic buffoons of the team, were slapped by the offended woman and threatened by boyfriends. However, each of the fights that occurred was always won in the two idiots' favor. Dumb or not, they could fight and win. The two were tall, hulking demons. Kyle, the water demon, had a pale yellow, chin-length mop of hair on top of his fat head and dull light blue eyes. Jason, on the other hand, was an earth demon with mousy brown locks that went just past the ends of his ears and brown eyes that looked almost black. They were all brawn and no brains.

Demontos was completely the opposite of the two. He was the most withdrawn of the team. Nemesis had developed a liking to the wind demon. She might have gone as far to say that he was a friend to her. Small and scrawny appearing, Demontos had dark brown shoulder-length hair and silver eyes. Rarely speaking, the demon was considered to be dim-witted, but Nemesis had frequently discovered him sitting quietly with ancient tombs before him. It was evident he was well learned.

Now the Demon Dancer's team leader was her main affair. He was unlike any man she'd ever met. Damien was suave and charming. He was handsome with his black and red hair. The ebony locks curled, oh so softly, and the red bangs constantly fell into his eyes. Yummy, was a word she used frequently when trying to describe him. He was slightly taller than the average height of five foot eleven. His body was naturally tan and every inch of him was lithe and muscular. Damien was the man every girl wanted and every man wanted to be.

He’d first drawn her favor when he'd danced with her at a large club known for holding dance competitions. Of course, they'd partnered up and ultimately won without any trouble. Nemesis had never intended to see Damien again, especially after getting extremely drunk in celebration of the success and waking up in his arms the following morning. Yet, Damien was not the type of man who let you walk away. He was the one to dismiss you. She'd joined his team shortly after a little... persuasion on his part. After that, her life had taken a turn. For better or worse was merely in the eye of the beholder.

Suddenly Damien sat up in his chair he'd been lounging on and dropped his feet to the floor. His brown, red-speckled eyes narrowed in fury.

"Uremeshi," he hissed and slammed a fist onto the table, causing quite a few empty bottles of strong liquor to topple over. Sensing the attention he'd drawn, Damien evidently decided to cover up his physical outburst and yelled, "More drinks!"

As the new round of drinks arrived, Nemesis looked at Damien and asked, "Uremeshi's here?"

Damien set down his drink, leaned back in his seat, and smiled at her. "Yes, my pet, Uremeshi's here."

Jason glanced away from a passing woman's ass and with a look of pure stupidity asked, "What's a Uremeshi?"

Scowling, Damien answered, "Not what, you bumbling asswipe, but who." At the continued stare of confusion from now both Jason and Kyle, he kept going. "Uremeshi's the fucker who stole our title at the last Dark Tournament."

Both fools silently "oh"ed and returned to groping asses.

Nemesis nodded. She understood it his anger now. No one bested Damien and got away with it, if they got away at all.

"What do you plan to do about it?" she questioned him in a soft voice.

A haunting melody began playing. He extended his hand to Nemesis.

"Nothing right now, my love. Meanwhile, let us dance with the devil," he said. His voice was like warm honey oozing down her back leaving Nemesis to shiver from the pleasant sensation as they stepped onto the dance floor. On their way, they passed a large amount of couples that were exiting the dance floor.

The music was filled with exotic bells and chiming, signaling an erotic change in tune. Red lights were turned on and the very mood of the club transformed. The center dance floor, with its wood floor, seemed to hold a spirit of its own as the few dancing couples ascended to the spotlight. A total of five pairs remained on the dance floor as the song began to pick up, Nemesis and Damien included. The others’ wardrobe grotesquely with the genre of the song. Only Nemesis and Damien stood confidently in their attire. They matched the erotic tune beautifully with the expensive outfits, both with crimson hues. It was as if they had purposely dressed for this moment.

Nemesis and Damien faced one another, taking their positions and, as a violin began to play, danced. The other pairs stopped and moved to the sidelines to watch with the rest of the clubbers. Nemesis' skirt flared with each spin, showing a daring amount of leg. Their feet created an intricate design upon the floor. Swinging and spinning, the graceful movements of each dancer perfectly complimented the other. A match made in heaven, as the saying went. Every pore of their bodies oozed with lust and deadly splendor. The tempo began to speed up therefore the two picked up the pace also. Their dance was erotic and wonderfully captivating. Nemesis would swirl with a lifted leg and Damien would grab her waist, lifting her completely off the floor. The pair clearly knew how to dance.

Finally the song ended and the two finished. They had found a way into the club's hall of fame. The clubbers applauded loudly and Nemesis leaned against Damien to wordlessly claim him as her own to every swooning wench in the building. Damien likewise staked possession by wrapping an arm of figurative steel around her small waist.

Off to the side, sitting among his friends, Kazuma Kuwabara choked on the drink he'd been in the process of sipping. Kurama looked away from the couple that had just finished dancing.

"You all right, Kuwabara?" he asked and patted him on the back.

"Is it just me or does that guy look like the dude that just won the Dark Tournament?" he asked. "You know, the one who Koenma said to avoid 'cause he wants to fight us?"

As Yusuke looked over, and eyes widening in surprise, nodded, Hiei lifted his eyebrows and said, "Interesting. The baka doesn’t have the I.Q. of a slice of salami."

"Why thank you Hie--" began Kuwabara but he stopped mid-sentence as just what Hiei had said dawned on him. "Hey! Watch yourself, midget."

Luckily, Kurama interrupted before the argument could get out of hand. "Maybe we should leave. If Koenma said it would be wise to avoid him, then perhaps we should listen to him."

Yusuke quickly retorted, "Hell no! We just got here. Besides, he wouldn't be stupid enough to cause a scene here."

"Don't start acting like Kuwabara, Uremeshi. One idiot is enough," responded Hiei.

Yusuke smirked at Kuwabara who was currently winking at some girl across the club, but the winking only succeeded to make Kazuma appear constipated. Looking back to Hiei and Kurama, he nodded. "I guess you're right. Let's go, before Kuwabara here starts hitting on another girl."

The other two laughed and stood to leave.

Turning to Nemesis, he said, "My love, there's some dear people I wish to have fetched."

“You mean--?”

Damien nodded.

She smiled and bowed her head in acquiescence as she said, "Very well. I‘ll send Demontos right away."

"Good."

Damien escorted Nemesis to their table where the yetis were presently indulging in another drinking contest and left a kiss on her brow before leaving to confront the Uremeshi team.

She watched as Damien cut through the crowd to where their future opponents were just beginning to stand so as to leave.

Turning to Demontos, she said, "Damien needs you to go get three young women for him. Their names are Keiko, Yukina, and Botan."

“And why, pray tell, am I getting these three? I am certain that Damien has no need of someone else to fill his bed,” Demontos said as he pointedly looked at Nemesis.

She just smiled. “Each of the three are important to one or more of Team Uremeshi.”

Demontos nodded with a devious smirk and stood. The wind demon bowed and gave a sympathetic stare to her as Kyle and Jason began to wolf-whistle at some unlucky girls across the club. She acknowledged the pity with a small smile as he turned to leave. With a sigh, Nemesis watched him dodge the crowds as he neared the exit.

"And the battle begins," she whispered as she ordered a glass of cold Smirnoff Ice.

"Leaving so soon, Uremeshi?" asked a voice from behind the three standing members of Team Uremeshi.

Yusuke and two others froze where they stood and slowly pivoted to face the speaker. It was the leader of Team Kyrios: Damien. They recalled Koenma showing them Damien’s photo after he had issued his challenge.

"What a pleasant surprise, running into you, here of all places," he said.

"You wanna make something of it, asshole?” said Yusuke as he boldly crossed his arms across his chest.

Damien smiled. The man suddenly struck Uremeshi as the perfect model for the devil. In his impeccable blood-red vested, black tailored suit, he was the very image of sinister charm. His red hair fell dashingly down in front of his eyes, hiding the evil gleam from view. Yusuke, bearing in mind the dance earlier, knew that this man in front of him could easily get a hit in before Yusuke knew what was going on and still look graceful.

"Let me guess," said Damien, ignoring Yusuke’s vulgar tongue. "If you had known I was here, you wouldn't have come. Or should I say Koenma wouldn't have let you come. Am I correct in that assumption?" Not expecting much of a reply, he continued. "Am I also correct to in believing that you're not here to accept my challenge?"

Yusuke smirked as he confidently replied, "We don't need to fight you in the Dark Tournament to prove we're better than you. We already know we could kick your pansy ass any day."

Damien frowned. "What am I to do about this, Uremeshi? I'm afraid you've left me in an interesting situation. Whereas I would normally kill you for such insolence, I cannot." He paused and smiled evilly as he glanced about. "At least not here."

Hiei and Kurama exchanged a worried glance. Neither liked the direction this conversation was headed.

Suddenly, before anyone could move, Kuwabara stood and practically overturned the table in his haste to reach a woman coming to join the gathering.

Nemesis raised her eyebrows in surprise as the ugly, orange-haired Spirit Detective grabbed hold of her slender hand and asked, "Wanna dance, cutie?" She was honestly shocked at the endless amount of saliva sliding on his tongue.

"Damien?" she asked looking over at her team leader. She saw that he looked on the verge of a murderous rage. Evidently one too many nuisances were getting to him. One such nuisance being the idiot bastard holding her hand.

Damien ignored her questioning and asked instead, "Have you done it?"

Nemesis nodded and removed her hand from Kuwabara’s. "Demontos is taking care of it as we speak."

She moved to Damien's side and observed the famous Yusuke Uremeshi curiously as she allowed Damien to re-stake his claim by once again holding her to his side.

Finally Damien decided to leave and he abruptly turned, baring Nemesis along with him. "Come along, love. We have guests to attend to."

The couple began to make their way to the club exit, pausing every now and then to accept compliments on their dancing. Yusuke watched Damien even closer as he walked away, waiting for some sudden attack.

"Hey punks," a gruff voice barked over the now fast beating music. The four friends looked to where two tall, burly, and very hairy men stood behind Hiei, making the shortest member look like a leprechaun beside a pair of giants.

"Yes, may we help you?" asked Kurama, ever the polite one.

"Yeah," said the yeti on the right. "You fucking bitches can shut the fuck up. The boss gave us a message to tell the Uremeshi trash."

Kuwabara, like Yusuke, seemed to only pay attention after the title "Uremeshi trash" because his eyes narrowed in anger and he tightly clenched his fists. However, before he could do much more than that, Hiei kicked his shin and shook his head. Shockingly, Kuwabara listened to the smallest one there.

Yusuke, trying to keep calm, asked, "And just what is that message?"

The two men chuckled. "Be here, or else."

A slip of paper was slapped down on the table behind Hiei and the two turned and left, groping women as they passed, before any of the four could ask "Or else what?"

As soon as the two Kyrios Team members had exited, the girl that had danced with Damien appeared again. The four jumped at her sudden appearance and glared at her as she smiled and sat down.

"Sit, please."

None moved.

"Who the fuck are you and what the hell do you want?" growled Hiei.

She smile again and Kurama noted it did not reach her eyes. "The name's of no matter. I am a close acquaintance of the Team Kyrios however, and I was ordered to relay the message those morons would undoubtedly forget."

Yusuke looked her up and down before asking, "What all'd they forget?"

"Everything. My companions left out the most important factor. That 'or else what' you were all wondering about."

"How'd you--" started Kuwabara but he was cut off by the woman.

"Silence!” Her voice softened. “Allow me to finish, then ask your questions."

Kurama nodded for her to continue, Hiei used his trademark "Hn", Yusuke waited for her to continue, and Kuwabara sheepishly looked down and whispered, "Okay."

"Good. If you do not appear at this specified place, someone you hold dear to your heart will be killed." That statement caught their attention fully. "You will see their mutilated bodies hanging at the tournament if you do not show."

“Who have you taken?” questioned Hiei angrily.

“Keiko.” Yusuke’s heart nearly stopped beating. Anger surged through their veins. One of they’re closest friends was at risk of death at the hands of these murderers.

Before Nemesis could continue, Kuwabara sighed in relief as Yusuke did the exact opposite. "At least my love, Yukina is safe."

Hiei's eye twitched at Kuwabara's words, but the woman replied, "Don't be so sure." She now had Hiei's full attention.

"Explain yourself," he ordered.

"Keiko was not the only one taken. There were two other young women also; Botan and Yukina."

Suddenly she stood and swiftly disappeared into the shadows.

The four looked at each other. Each of the four felt horror and unimaginable rage. None were about to let Team Kyrios kill their friends. Yusuke turned to the three other Spirit Detectives and said in a determined voice, "Well, we'd best get going."

They all quickly left the club. As soon as they were outside, they began sprinting in the direction of where the little slip of paper had stated in little words written with blood.