My face hit the cement floor and my body followed.

"Get up, you little shit!"

I tried to lift my body but someone's foot came stomping down on my back. My arms gave in and I collapsed back to the ground. I felt blood trickle down my face and tasted it in my mouth.

"I said get up!" someone took up my hair and yanked me back into a seated position. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming out in agony. My vision was blurred by pain so I stared straight ahead trying to keep as quiet as possible unless addressed.

"Takeshi! That's enough," another man's voice came from behind us. I was thrown back to the ground. The man spat at me and backed away grumbling to himself. "Stand up, girl," my rescuer ordered calmly.

I struggled to stand but eventually was able to pick myself up. I wiped the blood I spat out away from my mouth and turned to face the man addressing me.

"What's your name?"

I tried to look up at him but my head was in so much pain I wasn't even sure it was fully attached, "Rhea Sarama."

"Sarama, huh? Is your scumbag of a father sending his children to do his dirty work now?"

"No, sir."

"Then what?" he started to sound irritated.

"I made the decision to bring the money he owes you on my own, sir."

He chuckled, "Now why would you do something like that?"

"To get my sister back… sir."

He grabbed my chin and lifted my head violently to look him in the face. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie. His hair was nicely slicked back and held a cigar in his free hand, "Do you know who I am, child?"

"Tatsuhiro… by dad's boss."

He erupted into laughter and released my chin, "How old are you?"

"Almost fourteen."

"Katsurou, bring the little girl in here," he ordered another man in the warehouse. "Where's the money kid?" I stuck my hand into my bra and pulled out a huge wad of bills. I shakily held it out to the man. He gently took the money from me and counted it, "This is almost a kilo's worth. Where did you get all this money, Young Sarama?"

"I sold the marijuana my dad was supposed to sell," I confessed.

"How long did it take you?"

"Three days."

Tatsuhiro started laughing again, "No shit."

"Rhea!" I heard my sister cry and I snapped out of the daze my injuries had put me in.

"Well, that perked you right up," Tatsuhiro mused to himself and made a quick gesture over his shoulder. The man who had brought my sister released her. She ran to me and hugged my waist tight. I didn't respond to her, I just watched Tatsuhiro as carefully as I could.

Another man brought a bag up to Tatsuhiro and they exchanged words softly. The man threw the bag at my feet and walked away. "Sell it. You have a week. I expect to have 500,000 yen* by Wednesday at eleven pm. Don't come any sooner or later or you'll be killed," Tatsuhiro ordered to me.

I groaned and glared up at the clock of Meiou High School. Well, here goes another week of Hell. I shifted my messenger bag over my shoulder and started dragging my feet on campus as the clock rang the hour out. I hadn't gotten ten feet in the door before the dean eyed me and started towards me in a b-line. Shit, not you again, I groaned and started wondering to the left of the hallway hoping to avoid him.

"Miss Sarama!" he boomed from behind me.

I sighed and turned around, "Yo, Mr. Dean."

"I thought we settled this uniform issue," he barked. A group of gossipy freshmen girls cocked their heads back. The man they were previously preoccupied with coughed into his hand and the girls snapped their attention back to him.

"Yeah, I did too," I turned back to the dean. "What's the problem now? They're even form fitting."

The dean sighed and snatched my bag from me. Oh, shit! "Fine," I growled. He gestured for me to follow him to his office. He tossed a red, frilly female uniform at me and then my book bag. I kept my face in a deathly glare. Oh, thank god!

"Bring that abomination of a uniform back to me after you change in the bathroom across the hall," he demanded.

I groaned in response but silently, and slowly, went to go do what I was told. I shut the bathroom stall door and locked it behind me. "Fuck you, you son of a bitch," I grumbled as I slid off the magenta pants. I then took off the matching jacket that I had altered to fit my girly figure. I put on the red pleated skirt and jacket and dragged myself back out to the hall. Sure enough, the dean was waiting for me at his office door. I handed him my male uniform and gave him one last glare, "You won't get away with this."

"Why can't you just follow the rules?" he sighed.

"Because then you wouldn't have a job," I retorted sarcastically as I started down the hall.

I strolled into my classroom and sat down in the desk closest to the door. "Nice to see you finally join us, Miss Sarama," the teacher greeted sarcastically.

I refused to acknowledge her. I pulled out a notebook and pencil from my bag. That's right, bitch. You have to endure me another week. This was my second year at Meiou High School. I came to this school last year with a bad attitude, and I was probably going to graduate with one too.

When the bell rang to release the students from first period, I left the classroom with the intention of not coming back. I started heading out of the school but turned on my heel when I realized I wasn't wearing my uniform. Guess I'll have to stay until old Deany leaves. I headed towards the roof of the school.

I pushed through the fire-safe door and was automatically blinded by the late morning sunlight. I heard the clank of the chain-link fence enclosing the rooftop and snapped my head in the direction it came from. A student with long red hair swung his leg over the fence and paused to analyze his balance.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled at him. If he jumps, I'll get blamed for it!

He looked over at me with a surprised look and quickly jumped back down to the rooftop, "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he smiled innocently.

"Where you trying to commit suicide or some shit?" I scolded the freshman.

He laughed nervously, "Not exactly."

I rolled my eyes and tossed my book bag to the ground. I lit up a cigarette and looked over the guy again.

"That'll kill you, you know," he teased as he walked a little ways away from the fence.

"Look who's talking," I hissed and sat down against the fence. Weirdo.

He looked back down at me with a pensive face for a moment then turned towards the door to go back inside, "I should get back to class." He smiled innocently and waved.

"Later," I replied halfheartedly before the door closed behind him.

I heard the dean lock his office and waited until his footsteps vanished before emerging from the bathroom. Alright, let's make this quick. I pulled out a bobby-pin and nail file from my bag and quickly picked the lock on the door and went inside, closing the door quietly behind me. I slinked over to the desk and opened the drawer containing my uniform. This is getting old, Deany, I mused to myself as I closed the drawer. I felt a tingle up my spine and snapped my head back to the door.

The redhead from the rooftop was standing in the doorway with a small mischievous grin, "Stealing from the dean now, are we?"

I let out a sarcastic laugh as he closed the door behind him. How did I not hear him open the door? "More like taking back what belongs to me," I slid on the pants under the skirt. His face showed that he was curious and amused by the two uniforms. "What are you doing here?" I hissed as I slid off the frilly, pleated red skirt so I was just wearing my pink, boot-cut pants.

"I had a feeling someone was doing something illegal so I decided to check it out," he mused.

I started unbuttoning my red jacket, "What, are you Batman now?" He let out a small chuckle. Okay freshie, now you're getting on my nerves. I turned away from him and started unbuttoning the white shirt underneath the jacket. The tie I never properly put on fell to the floor, "So what are you gonna do about me breaking the rules?"

I could sense him shift from across the room, "I haven't decided yet. It's obvious that the male uniform you're putting on has been altered so I'm assuming it's yours."

"Yes," I replied calmly as I let the shirt drop to the floor exposing my naked back and the back of my black bra to him. My long, black hair covered most of my back. I heard the door open and close and I let out a laugh as I quickly put on the male white shirt. That was easy. I threw on the pink jacket, not bothering to zip it up, and stuffed the female uniform in my bag and looked around the room. I locked the inside of the door and went over to the window. I threw my bag over my shoulder and used the window as an exit making sure to close it behind me. Just in case Batman is waiting in the hall to turn me in.

I walked into my apartment and threw my bag on the kitchen counter, "Neema, I'm home," I called out into the dark apartment. I headed for the porch to open the blinds, "Dad, did you pick up?" There was no response. I lit up a cigarette and flicked on the light for the family room. It's too quiet…

I heard papers blowing in my little sister's room and a sudden uneasy chill filled my body. I tossed the cigarette into the ash tray and bolted for the door to her bedroom and flung it open. I heard the doorknob break into the drywall. There was a giant box on the bed with a note taped to it. The bedroom window was fully open and my eyes drew my body directly to the fire escape. I looked down to verify that it had been used and not put back. Terror rang through my body and I felt frozen in my place. They took her! I snatched up the note:

Sarama,

You have until Wednesday at the usual time to bring me my money. If I do not receive ¥300,000 by midnight on Wednesday, your sister will die a very unfortunate death.

-Tatsuhiro & Co.

"DAD! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" the note was in my pocket and I was marching towards his bedroom door. I knew it would be locked. His privacy didn't matter anymore. I kicked in the door sending pieces of wood around the latch everywhere. I watched him bolt up in his bed looking as torn up as ever and heard feminine moans amongst the wrestling under the sheets. "You're pathetic," I hissed and shoved the note into his hands.

After he read it he looked up at me innocently, "I had no idea they would do this…" he trailed off shakily. His body began to tighten and life started to leave his beady eyes. He was overdosing on some drug.

I was too used to this by now. I calmly went back to the kitchen and got a penicillin filled syringe out of the refrigerator and headed back to his room. By now the two hookers were hastily getting dressed. I locked the door and gave them a death glare that froze them in mid-motion. My father was sprawled out over the bed having a full on seizure. I ripped off the cap and tested the syringe.

I'm taking too long. Get on with it woman! I lunged over to my father and drove the syringe into his chest and pushed all the liquid into his body. I tossed the empty syringe aside and opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a M1911 pistol and turned to aim it at the two whores who were trying to unlock the door. "You won't leave this apartment alive with that 150,000 yen," I growled as I took the gun off safety. My voice almost startled me with its death-threatening tone. One of the girls peed herself as they looked back to me. "That money my screw-up father paid you actually belongs to me. I suggest you give it back," I cocked the gun and placed my index finger on the trigger.

"Please don't kill us!" the girl drenched in her own excrete began to cry. I felt strangely unaffected by her sobs. I felt cold and heartless with a one track mind.

The other girl quickly pulled a wad of money from her bra and held it out to me, "Here! Take it! Just please put the gun away!" she pleaded with a shaky voice.

I took a step forward, the gun in my hand never wavering, "Count it out to me," I growled. I felt like a completely different person, like I was being possessed by something strange. Total desperation.

"One thousand, two thousand, three," the girl started counting without hesitation, "fourteen, and fifteen thousand." She held out the money to me again, "It's all here, please let us go!"

I snatched the money out of her hand and tucked it into my own bra, the safest place to store small valuables. "Now, get out and never speak of this to anyone, you cheap sluts," I paused, "Or I will come after you." With that the girls ran out of the apartment never looking back.

I put the gun back on safety and turned to face my father who was now calm and breathing slowly while blinking up at the ceiling. "Now look what you've done," I sighed with exhaustion and tucked the gun into the back of my pants.

"What… happened?" he squeezed out in a raspy voice.

"It'd make me sick to recite back everything you've done to this family today," I hissed as I opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs. "I'm going to have to put you under house arrest until I finish fixing your mistakes."

He looked over at me questioningly. I was confident in my reflexes and grabbed up his arm and handcuffed it, bringing the notches as close to his huge wrists as possible. He tried to squirm away but couldn't. I assume it was because of the hardcore drugs coursing through his body. I strung the other side of the cuffs through his headboard and wrestled with him to get his other wrist cuffed. When I finally had him cuffed to the bed I backed off and headed for the door.

"Wait," he called out and I glared back at him, "What if I have to use the restroom?" he pleaded.

"Maybe you'll think about that the next time you try to rip off the mafia," I said heartlessly before closing the door on the way out.

I grabbed up the box of drugs, cordless phone, the note, and the 150,000 yen and spread them all out on the table. Damn, where's that address book? I dug through the kitchen drawers and brought it to the table. God, I love my job, I thought sarcastically

The rest of the night was spent making phone calls and running around the city selling opium. By one a.m. I had only racked up 50,000 yen. I crashed on my bed and felt tears swell up in my eyes for fear of what the Tatsuhiro gang was currently doing to my eleven year old sister. I cried myself to sleep.

The alarm clock next to my bed went off and I threw it against the wall to silence it. I jumped in the shower and got dressed in the female uniform I received yesterday. Today's not a day to mess with authorities, I grimaced to myself. I snatched up my untouched school bag, the 200,000 yen, and an eight-ball* I had weighed out in advance. The money was secured inside my bra and the eight-ball went into a pocket on the inside of my red jacket. Just in case, I mused to myself.

When I reached the classroom, my teacher decided to call me out, before class even started. "Why, Miss Sarama! You're following the rules today."

I made no verbal acknowledgement. A grin played out on my face as I walked away from her and to my desk. I replied by flipping up the back of my skirt to reveal black booty shorts. A girl to my left snickered at my crude action.

"Miss Sarama! That's completely inappropriate!" the teacher screamed, her face in complete horror. I set my book bag down on the top of my desk and turned to her with a glare. I thought about saying something demeaning but decided not to bother. I picked up my book bag and started towards the door. "Where are you going?" she demanded.

"I've got better things to do than let the likes of you tell me how I should dress," I insulted with acid in my voice as I slammed the classroom door shut behind me. The bell rang out telling the teachers to start class. I sighed taking in the mostly empty hallways. A few students rushed past me to get to their classes. I was leaving mine before it even started. Fuck these people.

I found myself against the fence on the school roof. I sighed and lit a cigarette. I need to be selling these drugs anyways, I grimaced to myself. What if I can't sell it all by tomorrow night? I've already exhausted my usual customers… What do I do? Dammit, my little sister's life is in my hands and I only have a day and a half left to save her… I felt tears forming in my eyes and took a long drag on my cigarette. Before long I felt the tears escape the confines of my eyelids. ...Neema…

I heard the door to the roof open and snapped my head up. Great…

The redhead who was such a nuisance the day before spotted me and walked over cautiously. "You must have no desire to educate yourself," he greeted lightheartedly. I watched as his face changed as he got closer.

I snickered, "I'm third in my grade. I don't think skipping will affect me much."

His face lifted a little, "You're third in the entire grade?" he asked a little surprised.

"It doesn't matter," I waved off.

He sat down and started studying me, "What's bothering you?"

You! You creepy mother fucker! I looked over to him with frustration, "What's it to you?"

He resigned himself a little, "You're crying," he stated the obvious.

"It's none of your concern," I hissed and sat up balancing on my heels.

He placed his hand around my wrist and I glared at him. "Maybe I can help," he offered gently.

"Ha, I doubt it," I retorted and fell back resting against the fence again.

"I wouldn't be so quick to judge," he looked at me intently.

I sighed, "Why do you care?"

"Is it wrong to care?"

I rested my head against my knee in defeat. "You barely know me," I pointed out.

"Should that make a difference?"

"Yes."

"I'm still concerned," he retorted.

I looked over to him, "I don't think you can handle it."

He gave me a small grin, "Try me."

"Okay," I sighed again. "A year and a half ago my father stole a lot of cocaine from the mafia so they forced him to sell drugs at street prices or they'd kill him, my sister, and me. Of course, my retarded father started using the drugs instead of selling them so to save my sister and myself I agreed to sell the drugs instead." I paused and dug through the pocket on the outside of my jacket for the note. "Two days ago my father took 150,000 yen and spent it on hookers instead of giving it to the mafia. I went home yesterday to this note, ended up handcuffing my overdosing father to his bed frame, and held two prostitutes at gun point to get the money back." I handed the folded note to him.

He didn't seem to be phased at all by what I had just explained. He took the note and read it quietly then handed it back to me and stood up. My initial instinct was to stand up and corner him between the fence and me. I did so. "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you," I growled with a death glare. "My little sister's life is in danger and I won't let you get in my way."

He threw up his hands in surrender, "I promise I won't mention it to anyone."

"I'm having trouble believing you," my grip was firm, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the chain-link fence that rattled a little from the pressure I was putting on it. He was about three inches taller than me and I was sure he could overpower me if he wanted to. It took all I had to stay strong and suppress my fears.

"I told you I wanted to help. If I went and told someone, that would only make the situation worse," he gave me an unusually warm smile and slid out of my grasp and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" I called to him letting worry break through my tone.

"I'd like to know more about this Tatsuhiro person. I'm going to do some research," with that he was gone.

"Well, shit," I groaned. Good going, Rhea, I hissed inwardly. A few minutes later I decided to hit the streets trying to sell off the rest of the opium.

* 500,000 yen (¥500,000) is equal to $5,000. Basically, any money numbers you see, take off the last two zeros. (So technically, the prostitutes weren't that cheap but I wouldn't sell myself for $750. XD)

* Eight-ball: 1/8 of an ounce or 3.5 grams of a substance. Usually refers to cocaine or Methamphetamines but fuck it! :P Tee-hee I said butt-fuck XD

Author's Note

Okay, I'm only doing this disclaimer stuff once (maybe again on the next chapter but after that, you should already know).

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yu Yu Hakusho, the original characters, or the original plot which you will see later on. I also don't own the dialog from Funimation's dubbing which you will most definitely see a lot of. There's just no replacing the masterminds behind Funimation's dubbing skills. And I love every second of Justin Cooke, John Burgmeier, Chuck Huber, and Christopher R. Sabat's voices and I don't want to lose any of the original stuff that makes the show so epic. I will, however, make few changes to the original plot because of certain annoyances (i.e. Miyuki of the Demon Triad and Yusuke's fight, the end of the fight is just annoying XP)

Special Thanks: First, I would like to thank crossyourteez for inspiring me to write a fanfiction like this. I'm enjoying it greatly! If you don't know who crossyourteez is, you should find out starting with her story, "Against the Grain", it's amazing!

Secondly, and definitely not any less, thank YOU for reading! I have a small gift in return, nothing special, but I liked it and you probably will too. I was double checking the spelling of John's last name and found a youtube video titled "John Burgmeier Sings!" Go watch it! It's fucking epic, I'm still laughing! Anyone know what anime that's from? 'Cause I have no idea. XD

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