Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Hacker 10904580 ❯ The Plot Thickens ( Chapter 5 )

The Plot Thickens

By: Rhigama



Tokyo, Japan; 9:57 PM


<Where the hell is she…> He checked his watch over for probably the
thirtieth time since 9:10 and glanced up and along the bustling, illuminated
streets. He was thinking of just heading into the café by now. She might
have been waiting in there for him. But that was unprofessional, and while
he knew it, she wouldn't. Never leave the Commander waiting, you always
answer to him first.  He shrugged and headed inside, then ordered himself
something to drink once he was seated. The waitress then tick-tacked away on her stiletto heeled shoes.

Finally, nearly as soon as the waitress returned with a hefty amount of sake
on the plate she was carrying, another young lady made her appearance. He
took a swig and sneered. "You're late, woman."

"Only fashionably so."
"Don't dilute yourself. You know that…what…" He glanced at his watch. "…Oh say…45 minutes later than scheduled is not fashionable. It's fucking
disgraceful."
"I would bow and kiss your feet and ask for forgiveness, but unfortunately
for you, I'm above that."
"I wouldn't want you to kiss my feet anyways, if you catch my meaning…"
"Drinking, flirting, and patronizing me for lateness. Now that's talent
boss."
"Damned straight." He took another deep gulp of the sake and restrained a
belch. He was a bit more of a gentleman than that, and he knew he could
boast that much about himself. "And I'd not call it patronizing really. It
was more like pointing out the obvious."
"True. So why am I here?"

He blinked a few times and took another thoughtful sip. "Matthew never gave you the folder?"
"What folder?"
"I knew it."
"Knew what?"

Matthew Mc'Connelly had a history of incompetence. Recently he had been a bit better about things. Apparently it was a month long thing. Shame-shame for trusting a human.

"Sir?" She asked, tilting her head a bit to look at his lowered face.
"Commander Ino!" She asked sharply. Ino looked up at her with slanted red
eyes. Ino is an albino, one with red eyes and darker red pupils, creamy
white skin, and white hair. "What is it, Saruko." She stiffened and sat back
in her chair, folding her hands neatly atop her lap. "Nothing sir. Nothing
at all."
"It better be nothing. Now, I want you to find Matthew for me. And make sure the both of you are at the Tokyo Subway Station at 9 PM sharp tomorrow. If you aren't, I'll have both of you slaughtered no matter where you are. You are dismissed."  Saruko stared breathlessly at Ino, vaguely shocked. When she became an agent for the Dark Faction, she hadn't been aware of the cruelty she'd see. Death sentenced, just like that? And the assassins probably wouldn't be at all picky about where they dropped them dead. They would have the balls to take them down during rush hour, on the sidewalk, in broad daylight. She got up and left the café, feeling fear grip at her heart.

Of course Ino would give her a death threat. The Faction couldn't screw
around. Their existence depended greatly on secrecy it seemed. He probably
already had someone tracking her right now.
She slipped her hand into her handbag and groped blindly though its contents for her cell phone. She had Matthew's number in the phone numbers listing.

There was need to pay him a call. Unfortunately, her phone battery was dead.
The now irritable Saruko threw it back into her handbag and glared down the
sidewalk.

<We're fucking doomed…>

Ino placed a call on his cell phone to his own boss. His secretary picked
up. "No, he isn't in. I apolo-"
"What the hell? He's always in at this time!"
"Well he isn't today, sir." A growl from his end of the phone line.
"Then get him, woman." If you aren't too busy sucking his cock and THAT'S why he ain't in…
"He left an hour ago. I can take a message if you like."
"…fine. Tell him to call me back."
"Very well…and your name?"
"Ino."
"Oh, how could I forget?" After all, a Cro-Magnon has more manners than you. She thought.
"I don't know." I take it back, he wouldn't let such a human airhead touch
him. Ino thought.
"I've written it down on a memo. Good day sir."
"Good day." He replied, hanging up only after she did. Wow. So he has a
couple manners after all. Cro-Magnon was a bit of a harsh judgment.

Ino could feel a headache coming on. Things were going to get complicated,
ohhh how he could see it now. His boss was going to find things out from his oh-so-reliable sources of information, then he'd round on Ino for being
careless…Ino was only one guy though, and there wasn't anyone else up here of his standing to help carry the workload. Could he seriously be blamed too harshly for slip-ups?

Truthfully, yes, he could. Ino is a professional. He isn't paid to screw up,
he is paid to keep things running smoothly. Not matching up to the
expectations of his boss meant that he was going to be penalized. And we
aren't talking a little light wrist-slapping and finger-waggling, with a,
`never make the same mistake again.' Being penalized…as in, he'd be lucky to walk away alive without his legs. Oh yeah, that would be hard to `walk away' from. Oh well. That would be Ino's problem if it all came down to the, `okay, I'm alive, but how am I going to leave and get things done?'
type-thing. Easily solved! Call a minion on the old cell phone and get that
overworked, underpaid loser to get his ass over here, and bring a wheelchair
and some towels while he's at it. Oh wait. The legs were cut off. The phone
was stowed safely in his trousers pocket. Did boss eat the legs or throw
them onto the side of the huge room? Either way he looked at it, whether or
not these things made sense, he was doomed.

For now, all Ino had to do…was wait.



School; 7:26 AM

Class was in session at school, and a particular group of friends & fellow
hackers came filing into their Literature/English class a minute before the
bell rang. They all took their seats and leaned around the back, side, or
front of their little desks to chatter with one another. "So, I heard
there's going to be a new kid in class." Kuwabara said, looking at the
others mostly blank faces for any information. Yusuke grinned and playfully
cracked his knuckles, being the wise-ass that he is. "Good. Fresh meat."
Keiko rolled her eyes, which set on Kurama, the emerald-eyed redhead sitting in a desk close to a window. "Would that be them now?" Kurama murmured, eyeing a military-style truck that was pulling up in front of a pair of glassy double doors. Four men got out, and went around the back of the
truck, one of them producing a chain of keys from his uniform's breast
pocket. He flicked through them, attempting to find the exact one he wanted.


"Somehow, the fact that it's an armored military truck worries me." Yusuke
grunted. It did look like it was an armored truck. But when it was opened,
they noted something most disturbing from their point of view.

"…That isn't built to keep people out…it's built to keep someone or
something in." Kurama observed quietly. The others nodded silently in
agreement.  Keiko shuddered. She sure hoped that whoever came out of that
truck wasn't going to be in any of her classes. But who's to say there was a
new student in there? The real newcomer could be already on their way
through the halls to a room, probably getting lost because of how huge (not
to mention convoluted) the school and layout of it was.

"Class! Good morning!" Approximately 25 pairs of eyes swiveled towards the front of the room. Their first period teacher, a petite Japanese lady of
about 28 years of age stood before the class and gazed around at them with a
sort of caffeine-induced brightness. Her black skirt reaching three inches
below her knees and white blouse covered by a simple black blazer buttoned
halfway up gave them the feeling that they were sitting before a jury. Ms.
Baisotei was not ordinarily a strict lady, rather, she was nice, if not just
warmly polite. How you treated her set the tone for the period. Treat her
badly, and she'll make you all feel miserable.

"Good morning Ms. Baisotei." They replied warily, and yet sleepily.
Literature/English for period one is a good class to have first. She
understood how people's minds and circadian rhythms worked, since English was not her only major. Psychology was her second major, and she taught Psychology classes as well. Teenagers need more time to sleep and time to awaken fully in order for them to attain information efficiently and retain it in order for them to recall it successfully.

It would seem that the school council was either oblivious to this fact,
merely chose to ignore it, or wanted to be miserable towards the students
and deprive them of their much-needed sleep. A normally developing teenager will naturally stay up late, and go to sleep late…and, well, wake up late. Big surprise isn't it.

The point is, that the teacher went easy on them because she knew right away from looking at them that they all were night owls as opposed to early
birds.

First period snailed by. Their alarm clock, a.k.a the bell, rang and
announced that students may now depart from period 1. Period 2 for them was the dreaded Mr. Takanawa's Geometry class. Yusuke wondered how the hell he got put in this class. He thought he was owed a SPED Math class at the very least. Maybe it was Keiko's and Kurama's combined efforts to tutor him.

"We have a new student coming." He announced, his usual snerk half-twisting his lips. Takanawa looked like a thug, and he sure acted like it. He seemed to be pleased that there was a new student, if Kurama wasn't mistaking that look on his face. A stiff, militant knock came at the door. Takanawa walked over and opened it for once. Now that was something for the class to see. The guy was straightening his tie, slipped his fingers loosely through his hair, and then opened the door.

..Since when does Takanawa bother with politeness and neatness?

The door swung open at the lightest twist of the handle, and he greeted them
before stepping back for them to enter. Two soldiers stepped in first,
keeping an eye warily on their current captive, who was the next to walk in.

Rhigama: I'm sorry that this chapter took so long. High School's been doing a tap-dance on my skull. Also yell at the stupid school computer, which ate half the chapter and my writing muse, which ran away for two days.

WD: That's okay! You made up for the time at least in my opinion you did. I love the detail. Though this may be a bit confusing to people… YAY!!!!!!!!!

Kurama: Please review. Oh and neither Rhigama nor WindDemoness owns Yu Yu Hakuso.

WD: I wish.

Rhigama: Doesn't mean we can't steal `em every so often. :3

WD: No doubt about that.