Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil 4 Meets Yu Yu Hakusho ❯ Crazy Villagers ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Notes: Sorry for ignoring this story for awhile but I didn't really have any inspiration to continue it since reviews normally help me along and or my own interest and my interest got shot for awhile since I stopped playing RE4 due to wanting to spare my heart from going into heart attack mode. XP I kid—I may have a funky heart but it wouldn't kill me with a heart attack no matter how much I built the suspense up to. Anyways, I will see what I can do. I will try to complete this thing along with the other stories I have lined up to do.

 

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The sun refused to rise the next morning as America remained in a persistent rainy storm that seemed to rage on, showing its refusal to lighten up at all. The former police officer of Raccoon City sat back in his office chair within his home in thought of the mission he was to be given dealing with the President's missing daughter since it was he who was hired to protect the president and his family. Propping his elbow upon the armrest of the chair he was in, he rested his cheek against the back of his hand to examine the picture of Ashley Gram and the information he was given on the case. There was not much to go by—she was abducted that was all anybody knew. He had interrogated several people who watched over Ashley Gram when he wasn't able and they knew nothing that seemed out of place when it came of her coming home from college. It was almost as though she had vanished out of thin air or maybe there was a mole working for the president. There were a few possibilities and not one helped him get closer to an answer. His cheek length russet hair waved slightly as he looked over at the window to see a flash of lightened rip across the sky and illuminate his dark room a bit more that was only lit by a single candle standing close to an old picture of him as part of the Raccoon City Police Force. Thanks to the storm, the electricity had gone out and he feared that information would be slow today due to the lines being dead. His ears listened to the hypnotic tapping of the furious rain drops upon the glass window before bothering to scoot back and get to his feet to take a look outside.

 

The streets were dead from what he could see from his window in his single floor house. The people were obviously too frightened to dare drive in such horrible rainy weather. It reminded him of Raccoon City back in its zombie infested days before it was bombed to contain the virus. Even if Umbrella had gone under and the bombing of Raccoon City was probably for the best that the T-Virus were to torment them no more, there was a part of the man that feared it would resurface…part of Umbrella's past was still out there and he feared it's lurking in the dark. The horrors he had gone through were still there in his mind and while they made him jumpy at every sound and lingering shadow, it also made him stronger as a person emotionally and physically.

 

Eyes continuing to look out at the heavy rain, they eventually came upon an odd figure stumbling about almost, hiding under a hood. The way it moved caught the cop's curiosity and he could only wonder who would be stumbling about in horrible conditions such as these. A bit leery, his hand slowly moved over to the gun he kept stored away on his right hip. The floor boards creaking from his slow movements, he made his way into the corridor to look at his front door that soon was being bombarded by rushed knocks upon the outside. Coming closer to the front door, he brought out his gun before cracking the door just a bit to see who it was. The hand of the person quickly gripped onto the crack and they tried to force themself into the house regardless of the owner's wishes.

 

Seeing the hooded person pop in without any courtesy whatsoever made the former cop quickly aim his gun at the intruder. “Whoa,” the male voice begged before flipping his hood back to reveal himself. “It's just me, Leon!” It was another worker for the president who watched Ashley at times when she came to and from college. He was continuing to snoop out information since he felt it was his fault that Ashley got snagged to begin with. He was working with Leon on the case in the background even though the president said otherwise and fired him. “Lord, no wonder you don't have many visitors with how you welcome them.”

 

“Spare me, Mark, and tell me what is going on. Did you find anything important?” Leon asked once he put the gun away.

 

Running his fingers through his slightly dampened coal black hair, Mark removed his rain coat so the information he had written down wouldn't be smeared from the rain mating with the ink. Handing over the slip of paper, he nodded to him before reciting what was on it and what were in the photographs he was given. “I found out that somebody spotted her in the outskirts of a village somewhere in the heart of Europe. The source didn't say whether or not the girl seen was Ashley Gram since there were rumors about it and they fear the villagers who seem to be quite territorial lately.”

 

Leon looked at the photos taken about the entrance to the village before reading the information jotted down to help him to the location. “Thank you, Mark. I will leave as soon as possible.”

 

Mark stayed at the entrance of the front door watching as Leon hurried to his bedroom to gather his belongings before bothering to follow after him. “Leon, it's pouring down rain outside. Are you sure you wish to leave on a day like this?” He asked once in the doorway of his partner's bedroom.

 

“It is my job to protect her and if I wait any longer, it may be too late—it may already be too late,” Leon remarked pessimistically looking through his arsenal that he kept stashed away in several places within his bedroom. Mark began to wonder about Leon once he witnessed all the guns he had with him. But only taking his measly handgun and a bit more ammunition he was thinking nothing of the situation that was to lie ahead of him. Pocketing the information he had, he hurried past Mark and out to the front door in his coat. “I will be back when I can, Mark. Tell the president of the finds and tell him I was the one that found them if he asks.” With that said, Leon quickly headed out into the downpour to try and find his way to Europe.

 

 

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Yuske had witnessed enough within the mansion like house Kurama lived within and he soon found himself back at the locked door near the stairs that lead to the second floor. His back against the entrance, he lowered his head in between his legs trying to piece together all he had seen and gathered throughout the many corridors and rooms. His communicator ringing suddenly caused Yuske to slightly jump from the inside before he bothered pulling it from his pocket to open it up and see Botan there. “What Botan?” he asked rather blandly.

 

“Did you find anything that could help us, Yuske?” Botan asked, this being her fourth time to do so.

 

“No, Botan, this fucking house is like a maze of hell,” Yuske answered in silent bitterness. Rolling his fingers through his cheek length black hair, every strand fell back into place before her hummed in thought at what he should do. “Hey, Botan, is there anyway this communicator could give me a map of this house?”

 

“A map?” She repeated in wonder since she's never thought of the upgraded version of the communicator doing anything of the sort but it could be possible. “I…suppose so. I think that was listed as one of the new features but I am not sure. Try the scanner that is normally used to scan an opponent and scan the current area.”

 

Doing as she suggested, Yuske scanned the surrounding area with the green light to have a map pop up on the communication screen. “In the famous words of you Botan, `Bingo'!”

 

“I am guessing it worked?” Botan asked taking the place of the current map over the communicator. Seeing Yuske nod made her do the same in return before watching the area before her go from vast ocean to an area covered in flora. “Yuske, I am almost at my next destination in Europe and I will call back to you when I am able. Contact me if you find anything.”

 

Closing the communicator, she pocketed it into her pink kimono before continuing on her way. She diving in a bit closer to get a look at all that was around her since nobody could see her in her spirit form so she was in the clear. The trees raised high above her as she continued on a dirt road path upon her ore but soon stopped once she realized the trees were started to look past the autumn coat and seeming eternally dead then just temporarily. The crows crowing were starting to ring in her ears like a haunting song and the rustling of bushes startled her even if she was in her spirit form that only apparitions could see. “What a cheery place,” Botan remarked with a frightened expression upon her features.

 

Deciding to go further on by foot, she made her ore disappear before quickly making her way down the path she was granted, stopping upon a rickety old bridge. The stench of blood was horribly fresh and it smelled as if it had been decaying for some time. Looking up at the beginning of the bridge, she saw a crow perched upon the stake that tied the bridge together on that side on the right, an unsettling feeling rushed over the messenger girl causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up on end. Koenma had sent her to investigate this rural part of Europe and it was started to unsettle her even as an invisible spirit. About to step upon the bridge, she stopped when she heard a car coming towards her. Head quickly turning to look over her shoulder to see dust kicking up in the background and the sound of the vehicle advancing to where she was standing, she swallowing hard, Botan looked every which way before deciding to jump off to the side away from it to see what was going on.

 

A rusty old pickup truck made its way to the bridge and across it steadily, the windows rolled up and too muddy to be able to see who was in it. Stepping back out onto the road before her, Botan hurried across the swaying bridge once the truck stopped, she reminding herself that the people getting out would not be able to see her. Botan halted near the other end of the bridge to watch as pale toned men exited the truck to move to the back of it where a dirty tarp covered whatever cargo was in the back. The man that was the driver pointed to the one coming from the passenger seat speaking in their foreign tongue that made little since to Botan even if she was fluent in all languages being the Grim Reaper. Standing there like a part of the background, she watched closely as the tarp came off revealing at least ten or so dead bodies stashed in the back making her cover her mouth in horror at such a sight. Oh—oh my God! Botan was so busy gasping at the sight before her, she didn't notice that the bridge was swinging rapidly and squeaking loudly almost in its own attempts to warn her something was looming after her.

 

Before she knew what hit her, someone grasped her from behind making Botan release a muffled scream out in morbid surprise since she was not expecting anybody to do so with her being a spirit. The men seemed to stop and stare right at her now, she wishing she could see what was going on but couldn't since the monster that smelt of dead flesh kept a hold of her mouth and refused to allow her to look. The dark claws drenched in human's blood poked at her cheek, threatening to puncture it if she continued to wiggle about. The rasping, warm breath of the creature whispering within her ear forced her to stop struggling and to stand there in horror at the realization of who it was, “Don't fight me anymore…we promise everything will be alright when you wake.” Botan's eyes quaking in fear at what was going on, she soon went slack from a blow to the back of her head.

 

 

 

Yuske didn't get an answer on the communicator as he sat there in fear at the formula combinations that he saw in Kurama's study room—they were cure attempts at some plague Kurama had spoke of several times and in his diary towards the end and in some of his papers. He was hell bent on finding the cure to the experiment he was forced to participate in and it made Yuske's heart do flips in worry especially when Botan refused to answer the communicator or call him after twenty-four hours. Retrying to get in contact with her for the tenth time, Yuske eventually yelled angrily at the fuzzy screen, “Botan, answer the God damn communicator!!” When he realized it was pointless, he sighed heavily, resting his head against the chair he was sitting in, closing his eyes with his teeth gritted in anger. “Fuck,” he swore silently letting the formulas drift to the floor below him. Staying situated like that for awhile, he opened his eyes with a furious look burning within them, Yuske deciding to take it upon himself to go to his next destination that was written in the torn diary piece he found….

 

 

 

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It took a good bit of his money from the job he acquired once he assumed he was former Spirit Detective to get over to Europe but Yuske managed with a continuous worry swelling within his body since it had been a day last Botan spoke with him and Koenma admitted he lost contact with her as well. He brought with him nothing since he had more than enough spirit energy to spare his life in case he ran into problems and his demonic powers he had obtained once they awoken. The only thing he bothered with was a heavy fleece since it was winter and the last thing he wanted was to freeze on this mission. Standing in his black boots that were covered up by boot cut cargo pants and a white undershirt, Yuske tilted the cap he wore upright so he could see the trees starting to slowly gather together to create the woods up ahead that the guide was taking him to on foot.

 

“In those woods is where you will find the village,” the man admitted with a bit of worry in his labored breathes from the walk up to the mouth of the forest. “I would go with you but—well—you know. Some of our men went up there with another and have yet to come back.” There seemed to be some sort of eerie chuckle that arose from his throat, his eyes looking over at Yuske. “I wish you luck since Lord knows you need it.”

 

“Thanks,” Yuske remarked with a hint of sarcasm before heading up into the woods to see if he could find his friends and the missing Botan.

 

The fog seemed to part for his presents as Yuske made his way calmly through the eerie setting about him that was filled with watchful eyes of all things known to live in such a surrounding. The crows' constant warning sound irritated Yuske to a degree though he continued his stroll down the dirt road knowing it would lead him to the village. “Stupid birds,” he swore before stopping for a moment to see a couple of foot prints embedded into the dirt beneath him, it the size of a female's shoe. Kneeling before them, he studied the apparition feel about them realizing it belonged to Botan.

 

Continuing to study them and see that they lead off to the bridge, Yuske stopped for a moment when another apparition trail was close to hers. The trail was vaguely familiar yet a bit off from the demon he wanted to label it as making Yuske confused as he headed to the bridge to cross over and to the other side. “What the fuck is this?” Yuske asked seeing skid marks from a vehicle upon the dirt road on the other side of the bridge along with a bit of the automobile there trying to hide within the dead flora not too off to the side. Walking closely to the edge of the cliff where the tracks seemed to stop, Yuske's reddish brown eyes looked down at the disaster that was there in the murky water—an empty car that had obviously been run off the cliff and into the depths below. “Damn…I can see these villagers are indeed quite crazy.” Yuske's attention was quickly converted behind him when a nearby gunshot went off several times, the sound of shouting echoing about the trees as well. “I see that somebody is here before me…” Yuske whispered to himself, hurrying in the direction of the gunshot to get his answers.

 

Continuing just a ways up the road, the former detective's eyes rested upon a quant cabin like house, the door not in place almost seeming inviting. Keeping his eyes fixed upon the house, he stopped when his foot hit something that wasn't solid like a rock but a bit sturdy nonetheless. Looking down at what was before him, Yuske distorted his face in disgust to see a body there without a head, the blood creeping from the decapitated body and marking the clay road beneath him. “Who would do something like that to the villagers?!” Yuske heard rumors on his way to where he currently stood that the villagers had become a bit unstable lately but they never ventured out of their boarders which were beyond the bridge he passed back a ways. Decapitation seemed a bit cruel and he saw it on the other three villager bodies that were scattered about the land before him. Hearing the shooting once more further down the road, Yuske only passed a glance at the house to the left of him before bothering to hurry down further after whomever it was that was shooting the villagers down one by one.

 

Yuske continued down the path laid out for him, spying bear traps that had already been sprung lying out in his way. It was as though the villagers were intent on trying to keep any further intruders out and were expecting him. The people were obviously quite intelligent and savage, making Yuske's stomach churn at the continuous gun shooting and bodies he found littering his way, he only able to wonder who was doing this hoping whoever it was would be on his side. Heading across the bridge he came upon, Yuske stopped to look up at the towering gates before him. “What is this now?” Creasing his brow in confusion upon the sight, he could only guess this would lead him closer to the swinging gunman and where Botan was taken since her trail disappeared behind them. Taking in a deep breath, he pushed his way beyond them letting them creak from movement.

 

Getting on the other side, the foreign rambling of the villagers were heard not too far off causing Yuske's feet to hurry in that direction since they seemed to be angered about something. Stopping at the sight of the villagers surrounding one of the many houses in the center of the village Yuske ducked behind one of the nearby trees to listen in and see what was going on for a moment or two. The leader, it seemed was directing people about the surrounded house as some of them tried to break through the windows and climb up the ladder they had propped up to get into the top floor. What happened? Who are they so pissed at?

 

Eyes widen suddenly once they caught sight of what was tied to the steak in the center of the village fire, Yuske was unable to believe that a European cop had been burned alive almost making it seem like a warning to those who would oppose them. Unable to turn from the sight before him, his meager worry began to transform at the merciless attitude that these villagers now were showing. Sweat dripped from the side of his face, curling down to his chin before leaving his pale complexion at what was before him. He not snapping out of the trance he was in until a church bell began to ring, stopping the crazed villagers from their attempts to reenter the house they were hell-bent on getting into. All seeming zombie like, the people began to walk away and into a small building to disappear acting as though nothing was bothering them in the slightest.

 

Yuske waited for awhile, wondering if there were anymore villagers about due to not wanting to make a scene while somebody was doing that for him. For about ten minutes or so nobody showed up and it prompted his feet to start walking into the center of the massacre that had occurred without him there to witness all of it. Yuske wanted to get a closer look at the burned policeman before going anywhere else in the village that now reeked of blood and singed flesh. “Who the hell are these people…?”

 

The floorboards in the house that the villagers had swarmed about started to groan, Yuske shifting his attention in that direction wondering what was inside. Powering up his index finger, he crept steadily towards the house to find the door was blocked by something when he pushed his weight against it. Biting his lower lip, he broke down the door with his fist before aiming his Spirit Gun quickly at where he felt the enemy would be standing only to find nothing but a corpse of a man lying there upon the floor. Putting away his only weapon, Yuske came closer to examine the multiply shot man. Kneeling down upon the dusty floorboards, his eyes shifted over the body to see that the complexion was very pale for a farmer and it was easy to see his veins which were an odd black and dark red color. Gross… Yuske could only think to say to himself at the sight. What is wrong with these people? It was them that took away Botan and my friends?

 

Before he could contemplate anymore, Yuske's eyes shifted quickly to the far right since he could hear someone coming up behind him. Getting up to turn around quickly, his Spirit Gun powered up, Yuske aimed it directly at the man's head threatening to blow his head off as did the stranger who was wielding a handgun. “Don't move!” The American cop ordered keeping the gun close to the side of Yuske's head. “If you move, I will blow your head off!” He threatened since it appeared Yuske wasn't normal like those villagers.

 

Cocking his brow at the stranger, he grinned at him with a morbid smirk, “Took the words right out of my mouth, stranger.”

 

“The name's Leon S. Kennedy,” Leon remarked sourly at the detective not faltering in his position. “And who are you…what are you?”