What else was there to be done?
Hana knew no other option,
there was no trick, no catch, no other way. Hana had to turn to him, the great
Shuichi Minamono.
A red haired Hifù a creamy fleshed Adonis eyes vivid fields
of green. A seemingly normal young man with a vicious secret.
He would have to be her saviorThe angel would need to be persuaded. Coaxed and lured .
Hana didn't have time for that, this was too important,
shoulders back deep breath full of determination . The Spanish Flower walked in
to the A-1 class with full confidence. Her long brown hair up in a messy bun. Freshly
washed warm beige face. The scent of tumeric and oranges wafted from her flesh,
The long black lashes, and wild busy brows smoothed down. A frazzled mess Hana
took the stride to the red haired prince.
Loud steps echoed in the entire room, each step seeped to drag longer as if battling a windstorm heart beats fast, drawing
in a deep breath arriving to the red head.
Sitting in his desk a display of homemade lunch unfolded before him, he hadn't responded to her approach, engrossed in his book, the quiet murmurs Serling around the room. Still he had not looked up from his
book.
Frozen holding her breath when those blank green eyes slid from his book
spotlighting the disheveled young woman.
With courage Hana smiled head back chin up and swing the chair around with ease,
sitting across the god calmly.
The entire female population watched, a mix of anger shock curiosity
impressed swam in the girls of teenage anxieties.
Who was so bold and brazen to stand before the Great Shuichi Minamono?
Everyone waited, the intense atmosphere silent while a grand
king gazed upon The Spanish Flower.
Long dark messy hair wild little curls through straight locks.
Soft brown flesh with curved well manicured brows. She looked fresh and clean. Her long lashes brighten the heavy look in her big stormy pale blue eyes.
"Hey Red What's up?"
She asked confidently, red lashes fluttered after the young
woman, in complete bewilderment, she did not know Minamono to use such an
intimate pet name. Sitting with complete ease the human female sat as if they
had known one another for centuries.
"I have a project that requires some expertise, it's proving
more challenging than anticipated."
Sharp eyes narrowed absorbing the vague detail.
"This one is aquatinted in many subjects.."
"I believe , you're familiar with the type of project, it's
similar to the one in middle school."
Those steely green eyes sharpened as Hana gulped, accusing fields
of green said everything and nothing. Hana couldn't read him. Tall confident a puzzle wrapped in an enigma in a grapefruit.
"Skills of that caliber are beyond my comprehension."
Came a gentle shrug, her delicate fingers plucking a
strawberry from the banquet spread across the desk
"This one would be honored to assist."
Hiding the coldness in his voice, have to deal with a massive demon who was harming the school.
This woman knew him, knew who he was.
Was she a threat?
" here's my address."
Popping up with glee Hana slammed a paper down scribbled
with her address.
"Bring all the fire power you need."
A large beaming smile lit up her face. The heart lips
stretched big over a toothy grin.
"See you later Red!"
Before leaving she plucked a single blueberry popping it in
her mouth so casually, so intimately invasive if she had always been there.
As quick as she arrived the young girl vanished in just as much
haste, shrouded in Mystery, fields of green read the address, memorizing the
location when the numbers and letters all scrambled around. Bouncing to different edges of the parchment.
Quite the mystery indeed. Soon whispers began, and within
seconds news spread throughout the school.
The Spanish Flower and the Shuichi Minamono would be doing a study project. She was one of the most well respected students.
Publishing articles in physics, math, chemistry. A leading mind in the robotics field. A very bright young woman who paid no mind to anyone. It would be interesting indeed to see what would happen now.
Hana stood inside the small cramped motel room, all the
notes of the murder house on display. Schematics, blue prints, news stories,
tales of horror and shock. Blood spattered photos and Medical examiner reports.
Plunged deep in the sea of information the knock was lost on
Hana. Until the loud knocks several times later. Began with banging.
"It's open!"
She snapped irritated at the sudden barrage of knocks
"Jackass."
A dismissive tone echoed through the door, as she posted
another news article. The sound of feet shuffled into the cramped room. Shifting in silence as someone cleared their throat.
"You're late."
"There was no time posted."
"Oh.."
She said simply and stepped away admiring the map.
So many dead.
So many accidents.
A heavy silence filled the room as blue stormy eyes
roamed clockwise around the wall, strings and pins. Murders disappearances. A
pool of blood here an abandoned vehicle on property there. So much blood.
"Huh.."
The sudden turn of the wild looking woman spotlighted the
four gentleman, a slick black bronze skin Adonis with a killer smile. His brown
eyes examined the young woman amused. Hana stood in pretty white cotton boy
short style panties with a small rosé embroidered on the front. Her thick
Spanish figure curved in deeply. At her hips, The tank top clung across her breast. Long
lashes blinked
Yusuke Urameshi, a punk kid home straight from Demon world
Boot camp. The former Spirit Detective and protector of the world. Turned slightly An embarrassed grin on his face. His eyes had roamed her entire body
and he had to admit he would be masterbating
thinking of those smooth Latin curves, her full breasts with just a hint
of nipple, oh yeah Yusuke was rubbing one out hard later tonight. His devilish
grin shot over to The Fox.
DAMN YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS STACKED!
Kurama blinked passively.
Not my girlfriend.
Yusuke rose his brow face covered in doubt to lock eyes with
a wildcat
"Hi."
Flirtatious tone Hana grinned leaning across the table
smiling cutely, dirty thoughts all over her face.
Yusuke covered his pants instantly goddamn it he was hard. The tightness of his pants as she leaned in ever so slightly. His entire body suddenly hit with a fever.
He could could a lump in his throat as his heart pounded.
Chocolate eyes gazed into pools of blue. In a quick moment slipping out a single phrase.
"I have a girlfriend."
Yusuke practically screamed, with a cheeky grin Hana gave A
snap of her fingers echoed loudly in the men's ears
"Rats"
Yusuke couldn't help but grin when those gray stormy eyes
turned to the tall bronze haired gentle giant. A sly playful grin. Kazuma
Kuwabara's face was redder than Shuichi Minamono's bright red hair.
"Hello."
Bright red cheeks flushed, Kazuma Kuwabara with his messy
brown hair, felt awkward. As the giant tomato lost his words to speak.
"I uh… have a girlfriend."
"0 for 2."
The windblown man clad in black glowered his ruby colored
eyes at the young woman who could only smile at him. The fire demon was sex on
a stick during mating season. Everything about Hiei was hard, he was
dominating. Wild voluminous hair with a small white patch at the four Center.
Clad and black, his arms folded as a scowl cut into those heart shaped soft features.
Large wide crimson eyes shimmer in annoyance like a ruby and sunlight.
A true alpha they gazed one another down. As Hiei waited for some sly remark.
"Nah, I want to have fun, not ruin my whole life."
Popping back into
action she bowed, twirling back to the board.
"Thank you so much for the help."
She said and began setting a trey of delicious homemade
pastries
"Let's begin, 4749 S Shinagi road, it's horrors begin
December 14th 1907 with Davin and Shiniko Fujimara, a well known
actress, her husband was a surgeon, performing late stage abortions for young
woman throughout his tenure.
1913 Sanyo Horikimo burned all three of her children and herself.
June 1916 Ahni Miro butchered both of his parents in their sleep."
The list of gruesome and brutal, accidents, suicides and
murders went on. Hana concluded with the last residents.
"The home was previously owned by a family of foreigners
Liliana and Lucas, Raul and Miyoki Maiyo."
The photo of Hana with her family taped to the crime scene.
"What kind of demon can make humans do such evil."
"Class S psychic, this one has been gaining power for nearly
a century."
Hana turned casually seduction in every move towards the demon.
The natural American kindness misconstrued as flirting. Hiei blinked as the
plump lips pulled across her caramel features
"Tell me how to take it down and I'll worship you forever."
Hiei ignore the sultry tease folding his arms ignoring the
woman.
"We take it down you do nothing."
"You can choke on a crab infected sandpaper cock, limb dick
midget bitch. You ain't going no where with out me! This bitch yanked innocent
people including my own family. So you can get fucking bukkaked by 10 foot walrus
dick. If you even think of leaving me here Faggot."
The silence was thick as the woman stared down the gorgeous
pomegranate eyes. Analyzing the woman's mind he knew she had seen hoodoo,
voodoo, black magic, hunted monsters,
tracked ghosts and spirits. Yet a demon was completely different.
She would not allow anyone to fight this but her. A single
scoff as arms folded turning away. Whatever the insults were they were quite volatile.
A single shrug Hiei scoffed
"Whatever get your self killed."
Hana bowed at his retreat, Hiei had never been insulted in
such a way, he had no idea how to respond to someone so hostile. He wasn't beneath beating him woman if she was an equal opponent. He was a physical being unsure how to respond to her verbal lashing he was silent.
"I won't let you down Master."
"Don't forget who your master is."
A large grin and numerous laugh erupted from the young woman. Those
cloudy eyes stared at the shocked dark blue eyes of Kazuma Kuwabara. He was
nationally Oni the native Japanese, though his nose had healed from being
broken so many times it was quite the odd sight.
"Woah I totally thought Hiei was going to kill you."
"Plus side of a having a vagina, now. do I gotta hog tie you gentlemen and spank you till you
listen?"
Both blushed red
"A lady shouldn't speak that way."
"Ehhh."
The prideful man turned away.
"If miss. Uh, sorry I never got you name?"
Hana bowed politely amused, the seriousness in her voice
reminded the girl why she asked for their help
"I'm Rosie, but you can call me Hana, it's the name I use
here, it's usually easier on the tongue."
"Miss. Hana."
"What's up? Uh?"
"Kuwabara Kazuma."
The red faced boy said turning away, shy and bashful.
"Miss Hana is not wearing pants."
blinked and looked
down.
"At crap Pants!"
Suddenly tossing a bag full of clean folded clothes, shaking
out some blue jeans pulling them up. Jiggling into the jeans, it took several minutes to
squeeze into them. Bouncing on her back
trying to get them over her thighs, bending and finally squeezing in. They
zipped up and buttoned easily, the broad hips made Hana feel like a mule. Tossing
about different shirts, tank tops, metal bands, a hoodie of purple butterflies,
a pink hoodie,it needed to perfect. A perfect out fit was key to
success. Searching until the soft fabric spilled between the blue panties and
yellow t shirt, it seemed right for the end of the nightmare. Cold fingers
touched the soft cotton fabric, pulling the cotton shirt to the top.
Lucas, without a second thought putting on a black and white
checkered button up. Hair loose cascading in chocolate waves across shoulders.
"Gear up."
An assortment of weapons lined across a table, knives, needles, throwing stars. Kurike a type of
ninja blade. Every weapon had carvings in an unusual language.
Flipping up a knife Hana caught the hilt sheathing the blade
into her side holster. The rack of the shot gun caught everyone's attention.
"Miss. Hana."
"Hana is fine."
Kazuma stumbled on his words
"It may not be wise to use firearms, gunshots bring attention"
"Over 100 people were murdered in violent and cruel ways,
often screaming for help. Yet no one came. Why would that be I wonder?"
Cold stormy eyes racked the weapon.
"We're fine. Sides it's only rock salt, it won't hurt
Humans"
The iron weapons were next, gearing up, packing weapons.
"So what kind of demon are we dealing with?"
"No idea."
"What powers does it have?"
"Kills people for sure."
The three young men shifted uneasy, unprepared to go into a
situation they knew nothing about.
"Do you know it's name?"
"Ya know, I just been callin' it 'rat Bastard piece-o shit.
Pretty sure his name is Steve, I didn't
know I didn't really have time- ta ask, see in' as how he was Murdering my
family!.
The honesty weighed like a sinking stone.
"We can approach from the slurry of bushes and brush, its shields the house from
the south, most of them roam out at night. The main ones that stay inside are The
tortured souls lost in their misery, unable to move on. Leeching on those
around them. They can really fuck with you mentally so watch out. The Leapers
can jump in and out of sight whenever they want. Most ghosts can be banished
with sheer willpower."
Right over left right over left. The laces curled in what
could only be assumed military. Standing tall Hana blinked at the men.
"Operation Pink Dolphin. Starts now."
All four men frowned at the nicknamed when Hana flipped the
board. Revealing a well detailed plan a single year in the making.
She would bring honor to her family she would avenge them. She just needed help and with all her research and with all her information.
Shuichi Minamono would help her.