Okay I know it's been awhile and I don't really have much of an excuse! I'll try to write more often! I PROMISE! I don't own YYH!

3...2...1...BANG!

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'Pound...pound...pound...ugh...my head...' My skull was pounding like a heavy metal drum solo. It hurt so much that decapitation suddenly seemed like a reasonable solution, and, despite my street-wise image, I wanted to cry. But we don't always get what we want. I opened my eyes, and couldn't quite make out what I was seeing. Everything seemed to be hopping up and down in tune with the jackhammer that was in my skull.

'Why's everything jumping?' asked my confused thoughts.

"No one's jumping Jinxers." someone replied. Had I thought out loud? I couldn't be sure. This damn pounding was making me sick. I moaned in agony and tried to bring my hands up to rub my temples, but they wouldn't move (my hands not my temples).

'I'm in Chains. Shit. Pound, pound, pound...' my thoughts were erratic, scattered and I had closed my eyes again. I tried to speak, "Ungh...my head...stop it...chains..." I knew I wasn't making any sense. I knew what I wanted to say but at the moment what I said didn't matter to me, I just wanted to be saying something.

Suddenly one of the jumping figures spoke: "Hey, is she gonna be okay?"

'Maybe they are good people,' I thought hearing the worry in his words, 'maybe they'll give me a balloon...wait, someone's talking...'

"Yes, I believe so; she just hit her head really hard. I'll give her the pain killers." Footsteps were approaching me, I tensed and tried to yell, I didn't want anyone near me, but I couldn't hear myself over the pounding.

"Jinxers...Jinxers?" a voiced called from somewhere beyond my closed eyes.

I tried to ask what he wanted but it came out as a gnarled sounding shriek.

"I'm going to give you a painkiller, it will stop the headache and the jumping people, okay? So, just open up for me" The voice was gentle and strangely familiar but I was chained up and that alone made me a little bit nervous, there was no way I was gonna open my mouth to take some unknown pills. When I didn't open my mouth he used two (very cold) fingers to pinch my nose. For those of you who aren't following this there are only two places you can breathe from, the mouth and the nose. With my nose plugged I had no choice but to open my mouth. When I did he forced the pills in. I thrashed and grunted but he was clearly stronger than I, so the pills went down.

The man backed off and left me chained up and panting while I waited for a drug induced hallucination to begin. At first there was only the pounding, but then, very abruptly, it stopped and I felt fine. I am not a brave person and so I remained with my eyes closed for sometime before thrusting them open and peering at the room. It was a small interrogation room with peeling walls that smelled like sweat and piss, two smells I knew very well. I suddenly realized why the voices had seemed so familiar; they were all people I had pissed off. Three of the guys I had met on the street and naturally the cross dresser mini-me with the weird hair was there, along with some toddler who looked very regal for someone so young. I wasn't friends with these people; I had stolen from three of them and had kicked one in the nuts. I figured they weren't here to give me a balloon. 'Oh shit, they look so pissed, I wish they'd stop staring...wait a sec...THEY'RE STARING...AT ME! I'M SEE-ABLE...double shit.'

"...you can all see me can't ya?" I said in a shaky voice.

"yup." all five men said in unison.

"...and you're pissed right?"

"Yup."

"...great...soo...yeeahh." I sat there trying to think of something to say that would get me outta this mess, "Well um...the stuff I finched off you guys is in my pocket. I'd give it to ya but well...chains." I jingled the restraints in question to prove my point.

"We already have our stuff." said the one with the long pretty red hair. I couldn't remember their names, not even one of their names, my memory sucked.

"Oh. Good, so I can go right?" I tried to sound chipper and hopeful, but I think all I managed was depressed and doomed. They didn't reply, but their faces said it all. Even the child had an angry, stubborn look pasted on, I wasn't going anywhere. "Right. Hey, how come I'm visible now? And who's the kid? Don'tcha think it's a little irresponsible bringing a kid in here? I mean come on! It smells like piss, that can't be good for him." I sounded indignant and rude. I mean who was I to give them parenting advice?

"I AM NOT A KID!" yelled the kid.

"Awww! Got a widdle age compwex don'tcha widdle guy!" I cooed sarcastically.

"I am not widd-I mean LITTLE, and I do NOT have an age complex. I am Koenma, the ruler of the spirit world. And you," he yelled pointing an accusing finger in my direction, "are under arrest!"

"Wow, I've heard of delusional people but this kid's a doosy! HOLY CRAP! You really think you're the ruler of whatchamacallit don'tcha? HA! Look kid you couldn't rule your way out of a yard stick, and you cannot arrest me! Got it?" I heard the snickers of the audience in the room, particularly the two guys in uniforms. I also saw the child swelling up with humiliation and anger.

"HOW DARE YOU! I WILL NOT PUT UP WITH THIS! YUSUKE AND HIEI PUT HER IN A CELL!" He turned to yell at two of the guys who sprung into action unchaining me. When the child's gaze returned to me he said, "I am so tired of being called a child! When you are ready to talk civilly I will take you out of the jail and we will talk. Until then you are under ARREST!" he paused then added, mockingly, "Got it?"

"When you say arrest do you mean like, 'I have the right to remain silent. Anything I say can and will be used against me in a court of law. I have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If I cannot afford a lawyer-"

"SHUT UP" Koenma yelled and I shut up. "And yes! That is exactly the kind of arrested I had in mind." By now Yusuke and Hiei, who were really gel-guy and cross-dresser mini-me, had me unchained and began dragging me out of the room.

"I WILL BE BACK! YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME! I'LL GET YOU MY PRETTY AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOO! FEAR ME! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE COPPERS!" I began spewing out every cliché movie line I had ever heard while being dragged away towards some unknown jail cell. "GRAB YOUR TORCH AND PITCH FORKS! LOCK YOUR DOORS! HIDE YOUR WOMEN AND CHILDREN! BWUHAHAHAHA!"

"Shut up Jinxers, he can't hear you anymore" snapped the taller of my captors with a grin. "That was a pretty good speech you gave him though, couldn't rule your way out of a yard stick. HA!"

I looked up at him and glared, my luck really sucked.

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