Yu Yu Hakusho: The New Agency | Arc 1. They Gather for the Cause
A young man sat on the shingled roof of an apartment complex. Garbed in a beige cloak that hid all but the lower-portion of his face. He hid in plain sight, no one ever looked up, and even if they had he was in a blind spot for those on the ground. He was safe from prying eyes and scoping spiritualist-his master had basically beat into him how not to exist. The pale daylight of the morning promised him nothing but more work.
He pulled an apple from out his cloak for him to bite into.
There was an unpleasant feeling in the wind. A whiff of demonic energy that spelled trouble for the Human World. The young man found it palpable but he figured the prospects would be feeling uneasy, if nothing else. From what he was told all of them had some smidgen of spiritual awareness and that worried him. Yusuke warned that the demon after them was upper-c class. Was it problematic? yes, but the real concern came from the possibility of it hiding its power.
His spirit sense pulsed in response to a sudden bulging of demonic energy. He raised to his feet and looked up at the sky as if to gauge an approaching storm. A spark arced from one clear cloud to another, odd seeing as it look perfectly fine outside. The young man bounded backwards, leaving one roof and landing on another some fifty feet away. A bolt struck where he had been, super heating the shingles and creating a hole in the roof.
"What's the matter, couldn't wait to get your teeth kicked in? let's just move your appointment up." He was loud and smartalecky.
The young man grabbed his downward pointing wrist and begin to charge his index finger with spirit energy.
As he did, the demonic presence mysteriously wafted away as if taken by the wind.
The young man was shocked by this; a demon that could appear and disappear, not leaving even a trace of demonic energy? Yusuke was right, something was off. He would have to find someway to gather the prospects or at the least keep them safe from the lightening demon. The sparking blue light on his index finger fizzled out. If it was really after the prospects, then they were all in danger, their families and them.
Saturday - 2:20PM - Weather: cloudy with a chance of rain
Objective: Go about your midday as usualYuunmei watched the plump, gray clouds overhead with little interest. His uncomfortable seat on the red, paint-chipped, monkey bars put him in a very dangerous place. High up, during a potential thunderstorm probably was a death wish. The ashen-haired boy found a smile behind his downward-turned face and curtain of bangs. He
didn't mind dying, but he worried, ever-so slightly about his father.
His swinging legs came to a lethargic stop once he decided to leave the monkey bars. Yuunmei observed the small park in front him. It was such a waste of space and yet he felt drawn to it on more-than-one occasion. Something about it was comforting, peaceful even. He rubbed the back of his head, figuring it was high-time he headed home. He didn't have much of anything else to do and being rained on was not in his plans.
"Home? No, probably not the right word to use," he thought aloud.
The metallic can flipped and skidded to his feet. A jumble of noise that he hadn't notice suddenly grew loud. Yuunmei looked, starting from the can and to three young men carelessly approaching him. They stopped and glared him daggers.
"Well if it isn't, Bad Luck Yuunmei, guys. Aye boys, didn't we say we'd pay him back with blood for that bruising last week?" Another kid chuckled his agreement.
The three of them readied themselves with strewn about objects. One grabbed a rusty, sharpened pipe from waste pile, another withdrew a butterfly knife, showing some skill with his flourishing of the blade; in and out, in and out. The last seemed to prefer his fist. Yuunmei didn't even spare them a second-glance, he simply tucked his hands away and flared up his Spirit Shroud.
"What a waste of time..." he muttered.