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Yuyu Hakusho › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
3
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1,090
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4
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meanwhile in England
“Miley!” an annoyed woman stood over a sleeping figure. Several students began chanting ‘drug test’. The figure stirred and glared at the students. “Detention!” the figure rubber her eyes and removed her hood to show she had a beanie on her head. She rolled her eyes.
“You know I’m not going to go.” Kids ooed her and others laughed. She stood and grabbed her bag. “I’m out.” She pushed pass the teacher and walked out the door. Down the empty hallways she pulled out an old mp3 player and blared the music that was on it.
Miley had lived on her own for years. She lived in a small apartment by herself. She worked afternoons at a local market. During weekends and nights she had a different way of making money. Underground street fighting. She had lived it the apartment that was falling apart. She had more than enough to pay for a better place but she liked where she was living now. She was close to the school; close to work, and far from the men she fights.
She walked in the front door and placed down her bag. She walked over to her laptop and turned it on. Looking in her email she found one from the man she had met in a chat room. It read:
Hello Dyingtolive,
Just finished training and thought I would email you. I am starting to get the hang of the keyboard and I am doing well with this. I am going be sent on a mission to London soon. Is that close to where you are? Maybe we could finally meet in person. So what have you been up to? Email me back
Darkdragonflame
Miley went into reply and began typing.
Hey Darkdragonflame,
How is that training going? Thanks for emailing me that is good that you are getting good at typing. I live right outside of London. Literally. That would be cool, so when do you land? Im me or email me with the details.
Dyingtolive
She sent off the email and sat back on the chair. She pulled the laptop closer and looked through the Internet for interesting games waiting for the reply mail. After about an hour of playing ‘The Impossible Quiz’ she checked her email, one new mail. She opened it and read.
Dyingtolive,
Training is going good. I land around 9 tonight your time. I will be arriving with a large group of 8. You will notice us because they are loud and obnoxious. I’ll be the only one who won’t be talking. Maybe I’ll see you there.
Darkdragonflame
She read the email and smiled. This guy actually got her and understood her being an orphan at young age. Yet she could never be too careful. She would bring a small dagger she has just in case. She looked at her clock. There was a four-hour difference between him and her. Tokyo was about 3 pm now while she is at 7 o’clock. Two hours before he arrives. She smiled and decided to shower and get on her favorite outfit.
About an hour later she was out and dressed. Tight jeans and a tight, black tee. She blared the song she was addicted to “Mr. Wonderful” and blared it. She began to sing it at the top of her lungs.
“HEY MISTER WONDERFUL OH YOU’RE SO INCREDIBLE. HEY MISTER WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL TO ME. HEY MISTER WONDERFUL OH YOU’RE IRRESTIBLE. HEY MISTER WONDERFUL A MERICAL TO ME. HOLD ME, I WANNA FEEL YOUR ARMS AROUND ME. OH NA NA OH NA NA KISS ME CAUSE ONLY YOU CAN MAKE ME HAPPY OH NA NA NA.” she shouted these lyrics dancing around her living room. She began to dance like she was playing DDR (where she got the song from). She danced and sang until it was time to go. Having the song on repeat. She grabbed her over-sized element sweatshirt and her keys she ran out the door to her van. It was a piece of shit but it got her where she needed to go.
Arriving at the airport she grabbed a piece of cardboard from the trash and wrote DARKDRAGONFLAME in the permanent marker she had in her pocket of her sweatshirt. Placing in the headphones from her other pocket she stood by the gate for those coming in to London from Japan Air she began playing ‘Basket Case’ by Green Day. Holding the sign she waited for them.
“You know I’m not going to go.” Kids ooed her and others laughed. She stood and grabbed her bag. “I’m out.” She pushed pass the teacher and walked out the door. Down the empty hallways she pulled out an old mp3 player and blared the music that was on it.
Miley had lived on her own for years. She lived in a small apartment by herself. She worked afternoons at a local market. During weekends and nights she had a different way of making money. Underground street fighting. She had lived it the apartment that was falling apart. She had more than enough to pay for a better place but she liked where she was living now. She was close to the school; close to work, and far from the men she fights.
She walked in the front door and placed down her bag. She walked over to her laptop and turned it on. Looking in her email she found one from the man she had met in a chat room. It read:
Hello Dyingtolive,
Just finished training and thought I would email you. I am starting to get the hang of the keyboard and I am doing well with this. I am going be sent on a mission to London soon. Is that close to where you are? Maybe we could finally meet in person. So what have you been up to? Email me back
Darkdragonflame
Miley went into reply and began typing.
Hey Darkdragonflame,
How is that training going? Thanks for emailing me that is good that you are getting good at typing. I live right outside of London. Literally. That would be cool, so when do you land? Im me or email me with the details.
Dyingtolive
She sent off the email and sat back on the chair. She pulled the laptop closer and looked through the Internet for interesting games waiting for the reply mail. After about an hour of playing ‘The Impossible Quiz’ she checked her email, one new mail. She opened it and read.
Dyingtolive,
Training is going good. I land around 9 tonight your time. I will be arriving with a large group of 8. You will notice us because they are loud and obnoxious. I’ll be the only one who won’t be talking. Maybe I’ll see you there.
Darkdragonflame
She read the email and smiled. This guy actually got her and understood her being an orphan at young age. Yet she could never be too careful. She would bring a small dagger she has just in case. She looked at her clock. There was a four-hour difference between him and her. Tokyo was about 3 pm now while she is at 7 o’clock. Two hours before he arrives. She smiled and decided to shower and get on her favorite outfit.
About an hour later she was out and dressed. Tight jeans and a tight, black tee. She blared the song she was addicted to “Mr. Wonderful” and blared it. She began to sing it at the top of her lungs.
“HEY MISTER WONDERFUL OH YOU’RE SO INCREDIBLE. HEY MISTER WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL TO ME. HEY MISTER WONDERFUL OH YOU’RE IRRESTIBLE. HEY MISTER WONDERFUL A MERICAL TO ME. HOLD ME, I WANNA FEEL YOUR ARMS AROUND ME. OH NA NA OH NA NA KISS ME CAUSE ONLY YOU CAN MAKE ME HAPPY OH NA NA NA.” she shouted these lyrics dancing around her living room. She began to dance like she was playing DDR (where she got the song from). She danced and sang until it was time to go. Having the song on repeat. She grabbed her over-sized element sweatshirt and her keys she ran out the door to her van. It was a piece of shit but it got her where she needed to go.
Arriving at the airport she grabbed a piece of cardboard from the trash and wrote DARKDRAGONFLAME in the permanent marker she had in her pocket of her sweatshirt. Placing in the headphones from her other pocket she stood by the gate for those coming in to London from Japan Air she began playing ‘Basket Case’ by Green Day. Holding the sign she waited for them.