I'm advancing the age of the characters a tad. Just another warning-adultish themes. I haven't written anything in a very long time, and recently got that 'itch'. One step at a time!

Chapter 1 - Day One

Yusuke Urameshi sighs in annoyance as his phone goes off for the fifth time in the last hour. He sits up in bed and decides that ignoring it for this fifth time is not going to work.

"Why the hell are you calling me? I'm trying to sleep!"

"Yusuke! If you would have answered the first time I wouldn't have had to keep calling."

'Obviously.' He mutters, sitting up and sitting cross legged on his bed. "What's going on, Botan?"

There's a rustling of paper and she nervously clears her throat. "How are you enjoying your break since the dark tournament?"

He groans, and attempts to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "What vacation?...Botan just get to it. It's two in the morning."

Botan laughs sheepishly, "Well, I guess you got me there. That's what happens when you proved yourself to be so reliable like you did."

"Botan…" Yusuke growls into the phone and rubs his forehead, his patience growing thin. "What does Koenma need, now?"

"Don't you give me that Yusuke! You accepted this job! This is what you've been made to do!" Koenma yells from in the background.

"YOU'RE REALLY FUCKING NEEDY." He yells into the phone.

There's a scuffle and a few grunts and Botan chimes up again, "Well, it's kind of simple this time. We've had a request to locate, is all. It seems very easy, really. We even have a location and picture."

"Last time you had an 'exact location and picture', we ended up pissing off the Toguro brothers."

"Yusuke…" Botan begs, he can practically imagine her big purple eyes and pursed lips.

"I don't know why you even ask. I'll end up doing it regardless. Why don't you just text me the damn request and let me sleep… speaking of which why couldn't this wait until the morning?"

Botan laughs nervously, he can imagine her twirling her blue hair around a finger, "Well… there is a time limit. If you do it before the time limit he will actually donate to Enma's holdings here in the spirit world, apparently."

"Holdings…? Really.."

"You know… library, antiques, artifacts. He'll.. Kind of invest in us."

Yusuke remains silent and slams his hand into his forehead several times, "Just fucking text me the info. I'm going to bed.

"Yusuke-"

Click.

Yusuke falls back on his bed with a sigh and pulls his sheets back over himself. His phone chimes. He groans and opens the message, squinting at the brightness of his screen. A picture pops up and he enlarges it.

"Well shit, at least she's easy on the eyes…" It's a picture of a girl. Long thick black hair and bangs, and big piercing golden eyes that peer out from thick long eyelashes.

"Amaryllis Kavazya. Should be attending Meiou High. We hope you can locate her ASAP. All you have to do is find her and get in contact with me or Koenma. Thank you, Yusuke!"

I tug on my uniform's dark red ribbon as I take a glance at myself in the mirror. Today I'll be sporting Meiou High's uniform, in its ever feminizing tones of pink, red, and white, ready to begin the last-first day of my school career. Everything has been freshly ironed and pressed. The creases in my blazer and the pleats in my skirt done to perfection, shoes shined, the silly little red bow done and redone until it feels perfect. Nothing wrong with looking smart for school.

My phone's alarm goes off from the kitchen, duck quacks echoing through my small studio apartment. I glance at my watch. I took way too much time fiddling with my ribbon. I quickly brush out my long locks and throw them into a tight bun and arrange my bangs. I put the unused milk back into the fridge with a sigh and grab a single pop tart and a bottle of water. I throw my school bag on and grunt as I lock my apartment door behind me.

The school grounds are already abuzz with new and returning students alike. Everyone narrowly avoiding running into one another as they attempt to reach the school doors. Being a very prominent school doesn't keep its students from yelling and jumping around excitedly from friend to friend. I reach my homeroom with a huff and slide the door open.

I don't recognize the homeroom teacher whose brown eyes eye me up as I step in. He seems young and fairly attractive with his short black hair pushed back with gel. I stare back and him, raising an eyebrow and make my way towards the back of the classroom.

"Welcome, please choose a seat. You're not a child anymore... by any means."

I can feel him eyeing me as I make my way to the back of the classroom, and plop down in a seat. I don't bother saying anything to him and pull out a book and a notebook. What a fucking creeper. If this is my homeroom teacher, God help me this year.

I can feel the teacher's eyes on me still, and look up with raised brows. I take a deep breath to control my annoyance. The teacher smiles and looks away as more students begin to trickle in. Five minutes into knowing him and he is already pushing my buttons.

After introductions, I find out, to my utter annoyance and disgust, this really is my official homeroom teacher for the year, Mr. Mito. I roll my eyes and shiver as he makes a creepy comment about how he plans to be a very hands on teacher and to not be afraid to ask him any questions. Who hired this guy?

Mr. Mito rolls right into teaching Senior Math. I glance at the board which has math problems scribbled all over it and then glance at my watch. Ten minutes left before break. I'm horrible at this subject. I glance around the room for the first time since class begun to get a better idea of who my classmates are. I recognize a handful of them, having started together in our first year at Meiou. My eyes land on one redhead in particular and a shiver goes up and down my spine, causing me to knock my pencil off of my desk. Shuichi Minamino.

I hadn't even realized the guy was sitting right next to me. I have seen him several times in the past few years, but we have refused to interact. Strangely, we both seem to get the same feeling about the other, and have shared a mutual silence. The less we know about one another, the better.

My pencil dropped and rolled, in slow motion, against his feet. And, despite our vow of silence, because of my pencil we make eye contact. And hold it. His eyes did not betray any emotions until the teacher strides up to my desk. I notice a flash of annoyance go across Shuichi's face, but he settles into a nonchalant expression as he watches Mr. Miko.

"Ah, Miss. Kavazya." He leans down and grabs my pencil. He slowly gets up, eyeing my legs as he does like a dog eyeing a real treat.

I take my pencil and stare at him through squinted eyes. "Do be more careful." I don't grace him with a thank you, being thoroughly creeped out. If this was anywhere else, good sir, you would be eating that pencil.

Class ends soon thereafter and I gather my things slowly, waiting for the other students to disperse to make it easier to move around. I feel eyes on me and look up, to find Shuichi side glancing at me, head tilted ever so slightly to the side, curiously. I look away and put my pencil safely into my pencil bag.

I push a strand of hair that had come loose from my bun behind my ear, and cross my legs before stealing a glance at him. We lock eyes, his deep green peering into my golden. I take him in for the first time, and come to find out, there really is reason to fawn over the guy. He really is a handsome specimen, with his long red hair that melds well with our red uniforms. I spy a certain curiosity in his eyes.

I have kind of enjoyed our little game of hide and seek we've played over the years. We have both achieved total anonymity of one another, through a silent agreement of, well, silence. Quite the achievement for two individuals that are similar in their being different from the rest of the school populace. And, being the only ones to recognize that. Two peas in a pod.

I rest my chin in my hand, elbow on my desk, and smile coyly at him, challenging him to speak first, regardless.

I catch a small twitch of a smile on his lips, maybe he has also acknowledged the silence we have kept between us. Why break it now? I start to feel strange, my curiosity suddenly overwhelming me. Why now, after four years of attending the same school, are we suddenly so interested.

The specs of black that dot the green of his eyes only magnify their effect, darkening and dancing inside the emerald abyss, complemented by his dark lashes. I can see why all the girls here find him so dreamy. I really have never dared even take him in. But, now that I am, something about him is both extremely alluring and seemingly dangerous.

I've fought hard to keep my secrets secret. I'm not very found of exposing myself now, after the freedom I've experienced these past years. The way he is holding himself in front of me, so confident and overwhelmingly authoritative, however, is making me go against my better judgement. What has gotten into him?

He shifts slightly in his seat, and I spy the material of his uniform tightening around his muscular arms, something that makes me cock my head to the side, and break eye contact. He really is a hunk of meat for the taking. He holds himself around the girls here like he doesn't know it, but within the short amount of time of just sitting here with him, I can tell he is very aware of the effect he has over women. Charming, nonetheless.

He breaks protocol first, after having followed my eyes to his arms. I see the smirk dance across his lips before he speaks, "Are you really going to let him treat you like this all year?" His voice comes out as a rather hoarse whisper.

I shrug and sit back in my seat, folding my arms under my chest, pulling my eyes back to his, "He's probably spent his summer vacation watching pornos about student-teacher relationships."

I smile as a hearty laugh escapes his lips. Strike three. Yet another feature of his that adds to the list of characteristics that draw these poor girls to him. That smile. But, that laugh, though.

He gathers his things and stands up. Another shiver goes up and down my spine and I get goosebumps. He just flexed his spirit energy. Is he trying to gauge me? Is he trying to show dominance? Do I play into his little game? The last thing I want is to be found out, but he is suddenly breaking our vow of silence, after all these years, and is seemingly challenging me. Who the fuck is this guy and what has he done with the silent and shy Shuichi that I was so used to hearing girls fawn over?

I feel an adrenaline rush like I haven't felt in years, my heart pounds. What the hell? I mean, if he had any ill intentions he would have gotten at me years ago, right? But, I have also spent years building up my facade here… Screw women's intuition. Old habits die hard.

I give a flicker of my own energy, enough to push back at his, and head towards the door to the classroom, swaying my hips as I do, taking notice of Shuichi's eyes on me. I give him a sly grin over my shoulder as I leave.

I stretch my arms above my head as the last bell of the day releases us. I check my hair bun with a quick brush of my hand and make my way out of the classroom, and into the excited mass of students. I push any nervousness I had about my interaction with Shuichi earlier, having immediately regretted it, to the back of my mind and focus on getting myself mentally ready for work. I squint as the bright September sun beats down on me, blinding me as I step out of the crowded school hallways.

Although blinding, it feels heavenly against my face and I close my eyes for a second, taking it in. I take off my blazer and hang it on my school bag. I lean against the school building and start watching the other students. Seeing who has changed, who is in relationships with who now… updating my mental encyclopedia of people.

I've always been pretty good at characterizing people, categorizing them and analyzing them. People always amaze me with how they interact and evolve. Over my long life I have seen many humans come and go. Many types and kinds of demons fight and make peace, breed and build empires. Building said empires from the ashes of someone else's failures. Many carefully breeding to ensure the strongest and purest of blood lines. Carefully blending genes like they're baking the world's most delicate pastry. Humans and demons, so different yet so very… similar.

My family is probably one of the worst of those families in the Makai. Delicately breeding for wealth and power. In my case, I was bred to please and trained to make sure our family kept a firm standing in the mix of things. I regret putting up with their shit for as long as I did. I also regret not tearing everything down as I fled. I regret a lot. But, one step at a time, I'm deciding my own path in life. Here, in the human world, for the first time in my life, I'm no longer my family's center piece. I'm no longer his toy.

After tasting the freedom I achieved when I escaped, there is no way I can go back now. And with this damned schooling finally finished after the end of this school year, I'll be able to roam freely. Maybe I'll start a small mundane life here, maybe even live a double life between the two worlds; my options are endless now that I know how to properly interact with humans in this world. Whatever I do, I'll work out my kinks and live a good life away from all that chaos.

I snap back from my thoughts when some loud mouth across the school yard starts screaming at the top of his lungs about his shitty job. Surprisingly, he is yelling to the ever morphing Shuichi. I'm too far away to get a read on their expressions, but after my earlier interaction with Shuichi, I'm thoroughly interested in anyone he talks to.

"He called me at two fucking AM about a request to locate some damn girl that goes to YOUR fucking school." The boy yells, quieter than before, but loud enough for me to hear.

"Must be very important." Shuichi calmly responds, holding up his hands in defense.

"Ya, well. It's your school. He should have bothered YOU."

"Well, he isn't MY boss." Shuichi crosses his arms. I wish I could make out the face of the boy he is speaking with. He looks about the same age as Shuichi. However, what kind of job can a highschooler get that requires you to 'locate' people. That sounds like some top dollar type shit.

The boy throws his arms in the air, "He told me to find the damn girl, ASAP. I personally have to fucking see her," He begins digging through his pocket for his phone, "So if you recognize her, you gotta bring me to her. Doesn't work apparently unless I fucking see her with my own eyes…" He grumbles something else, and shows Shuichi his phone. I get a tickle down my spine, and my entire body warns me to get moving.

I push myself off of the wall and quickly round the corner of the school towards the main street. I break into a run and check my watch. It was just about time for me to head to work anyway.

Why the hell did I get such a horrible feeling? That guy wasn't trying to find me was he? Impossible. No one knows I'm here. No one from there knows I'm here. Who is that guy's boss? I'm probably just overthinking it.

I feel anxious as I arrive at work. I only give a faint wave to my coworkers as they greet me. The sweet smells of the bakery overwhelm my senses and begin calming me ever so slightly. I take deep breaths as I change into a fresh pair of work clothes that I left the day before for today, and put on my apron. I check myself in the mirror, making sure my hair is still completely in my bun. I fix my bangs and put on the all white baseball cap we are required to wear. My complexion is usually a tad on the paler side, but at the moment I look ghostly.

There is no way they were talking about me. No one knows I'm here. Even if that guy was talking about me, no one from Meiou knows I work here. They're all too prissy to come to this mom and pop bakery… I slap my cheeks and squish my face together. Come on Ama. Calm the fuck down. Go eat a fucking cookie.

"Ama! Come on! I need you to help with the cookies! We have a few catering orders that came in for a few nearby elementary schools…" Akia, my young and intrepid boss, starts rattling off what the order requires. I smile and give her our usual high five and chuckle. I really love this job. Maybe I'll start a bakery. It seems the quickest way to make friends is through people's stomachs.

Akia walks back to the floor. I take another glance at myself in the mirror, making sure the wild look in my eyes has disappeared. Making sure my fight or flight reaction has calmed.

I could probably kick that kid's ass. He looked like a fucking punk anyway.