This rp is between myself and Sunday Roast so do not post!

Three hundred years ago, the four islands that make up Japan were under siege. A powerful man, a necromancer named Shinji, revived the corpses of the freshly dead and used them as an army to dominate the world of the living.
Shinji was human once, long ago before the black magic of necromancy seduced him. Now his soul is tainted, and like a cockroach, near impossible to kill. King Yama’s Special Forces were thought to have killed him at the height of his terrible rein, but whispers of his breath echo throughout the three worlds.
It is true, he is alive, and he has created five of the most powerful monsters to ever walk the earth. Five abominations against nature, their bodies a collection of demon parts sewn together and given life through the blackest of magic.
Yusuke and the gang must face off against The Jikininki, and destroy Shinji; this time for good.

Yusuke
Kuwabara
Kurama
Hiei

Koenma
Botan
Genkai
Yukina
Shizuru
Keiko
Atsuko

The Jikininki

Suki
Kouyuu
Amano
Saya
Mibae

There was nothing special about Blythe, most in her school considered her to be quite dull. Having been scrawny all her life, she was pleased when she began filling out in her teenage years. Her body began to form as it should, no longer could people mistake her for a boy. As if to emphasize her gender, her short, scruffy raven hair had been allowed to grow and now sat loosely around her shoulder blades. The dullest part about Blythe was, perhaps, her eyes. Grey, no color in them at all.

The high school she attended wasn't the best, all the local kids attended and most of them were difficult to teach and ate up most of the teaching staffs time and attention. Blythe could sit at the back of the class and go unnoticed for most of the day, this was something she did quite often as it meant everyone's attention was elsewhere. While she wasn't anything special, several students in her class had taken it upon themselves to make her school life hell. And she wasn't learning anything either, so why did her father insist upon her attending?

At last! A loud buzzing echoed through the empty halls, the sound everyone had been looking forward to all afternoon, school had finished for the day! Heaving an inaudible sigh of relief, Blythe began to put her books and pens into her shoulder bag, purposly taking her time so she'd be the last out and with a bit of luck, avoid the main waves of students piling from their classrooms.

While school was the bane of her life, her home life was the complete opposite. At home she was free to be her true self, no hiding from humans as a human, no constant need to look over her shoulder.. It was just her and her dad. Each weekend she spent in the spirit world, helping her father and his colleagues train. This was where she felt at home, in another world around demons.. not in the human world around nasty humans.

Having safely left the school grounds, Blythe stepped out onto the main street and began the familiar trek home.

((Sucks, sorry >.< ))

Little did she know, five frightful shapes stalked her footsteps.

She would turn a corner onto an empty residential street, those inside were probably studying, watching the news, or eating dinner. She was alone, except for five shadows that appeared around her a suddenly as ghosts.

They seized her, gagging her with a cloth and tying a fabric bag over her head to eliminate her vision. They bound her wrists behind her back and her ankles together, and then lifted her.

They dropped her on something hard and metal, and the sound of doors sliding shut could be heard. The bag was removed. She was inside a van of some sort. Five teenagers were also with her, all dressed in black.

A boy, 19 or so, was driving. He was handsome, with curly brown hair and bright green eyes, his skin tanned and clean. He sat relaxed, one hand at 12 o’clock on the steering wheel and slumped a bit. In the passenger seat was a pretty girl with impossibly long black hair, dark eyes and eyelashes that were long and thick. She had a round face and thick lips. She stared, bored, out the window and had no expression on her face.

In the back with Blythe were three more.
A young man with white hair, pale skin and red eyes. He sat quietly, an apathetic face, his eyes on the floor, and a dog collar on his neck.
The second was… unclear. Beautiful long blonde waves in a loose ponytail framed a mans face and neck. The body was that of a slender male, but make-up, nail-polish, and a flowing skirt donned this person, his/her brown eyes were the colour of melted chocolate.
The last was a gorgeous girl, curvaceous with a tiny waist, curved hips and a prominent chest. She had orange-red hair and bright blue eyes, and didn’t need any make-up on that perfect face.

“I thought this healer chic would be… you know, older.” The redhead said.

“Relax Suki, if it’s not the right girl we eat her and go find the right psychic.” The driver said.

“Are you sure?” The redhead asked.

“Yes!” The driver snapped, no longer seeming so relaxed. “Fuck! Do you always have to be so fucking annoying!?”

"I-I’m sorry.” She said, intimidated.

“Damn right! Now shut up!” he harped, turning on the radio to some kind of hard-rock/heavy-metal music station. No one else spoke now.

And then the familiar trek took a rather unexpected turn. What happened next was a bit of a blur. The street vanished and everything went black. Blythe could feel herself being moved and then, with a thud, landed on something both hard and cold. Something then slid shut.. was she in a.. van. Half way through that thought the bag was removed and she was finally able to see around her.

Five figures, two guys, two girls and.. whatever the fifth one was. They were all teenagers? But what would teenagers want with her? Surely this wasn't the work of her classmates? No.. they weren't smart enough to plan something like this. Bound and gagged there was little she could do but sit herself up and listen to what was being said.

But by listening to what was being said she began to realise that perhaps there was more to these teenagers than met the eye. 'Healer chic'? No human knew about her 'gift' and only a handful of demons were aware.. This trail of thought was interrupted as the driver snapped at the red haired girl. She didn't particularly like the sound of being eaten either, but that wouldn't happen as, unfortnatly, they had nabbed the right girl.

Chewing nervously on her cloth gag, she lowered her gaze to her school shoes. This had to be a joke.

"Oh sweetie, don't chew that. The fibres will get caught in your throat and will tear the muscle." The redhead told Blythe, she moved in to adjust the gag, but then just pulled it off. "Oh ew! You really need to brush your teeth!"

"Put the gag back on Suki." The girl in the passenger seat said in an apathetic tone.

"But she was chewing it, like some kind of goat." Suki replied.

"Just put it back on, she can't chew through it, and if her throat bleeds, oh well." The blonde one said. The girl, apparently named Suki, sighed and put it back on.

"Fine." she pouted.

"Perhaps we should use another gag? If she chews anyway, and her throat bleeds, she could drown in her own blood." The albino boy said shyly.

"Oh that's right! Thanks Kouyuu!" Suki said, removing the gag a second time.

"Whatever you want, but if she talks, rip out her tongue." The driver said.

And now she was being treated like a child. No, not a child, apparantly she was being a goat. The gag was removed and replaced, though this time Blythe didn't try to chew it again. It wasn't on long enough for her to attempt it anyway. Were they really worried about her cutting her throat on cloth fibre's and drowning in her own blood? That seemed too farfetched to actually happen, but thankfully she wouldn't be testing it out.

No physical gag was placed on her, instead a mental one. Speak and lose her tongue. Nice. Scowling at the female that had made the comment about her teeth, she sat there, unable to move her arms, legs and now unable to speak. The trip was just getting better and better, wasn't it?

"We're at the gates... ready to make the jump?" the driver asked. Everyone braced themselves and the vehicle began to speed up so much, Blythe would feel herself sliding backward.

They hit a bump, and it felt like they were flying for a second, before they landed roughly and kept driving. Suki looked out the window.

"Oh look, it's daddy! and he got dinner! How nice." She said with a giggle. They pulled to a stop and dragged Blythe out. A tall man with bright green hair and black eyes was waiting for them, a trembling girl of 14 or so was with him. She was dressed like a hooker.

"Well done. I'll take her to her chamber, you five get your fill." the man said. He shoved the girl towards the five teens who quickly surrounded her. It could not be seen what they were doing, but the girl began screaming on fear and agony, and blood would be seen spattering out and onto the ground.
Meanwhile the man hoisted Blythe up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and then carried her inside.

Blythe slid backwards as the van began to speed up, were they trying to break the speed of light? They landed while she was trying to sit herself back up and it resulted in her bumping her head. Ugh. Little time to recover though as she was dragged from the van. Dull eyes came to rest on the young girl dressed in.. very little. Poor thing looked terrified.. what were they going to do to her?

As she was hoisted up onto this strange mans shoulders, realisation began to sink in. The girl with the red hair had mentioned 'dinner'. Surely not? Yes.. Hauled over the mans shoulder like a sack of potatoes she was able to see just what was going on. The five weirdo's had surrounded the girl and the sounds that followed was enough to make her stomach turn.

Eyes closed tightly until they were inside. With the five not around to remove her tongue, Blythe let out a soft sigh. "I am capable of walking." She said, not very comfortable with being carted around like a dead animal.

"You will speak only when spoken to." The man told her.

He brought her to a strange room filled with complicated electronic and medical equipment, and he tossed her in a small cage. He was 'kind' enough to untie her hands and feet before he locked it. Then he walked out.

In this room were several tanks of glowing green fluid, and in that fluid were several strange lumps of various things. After a few minutes, Blythe would realize what they were.

Bodyparts.

Some looked like human arms and legs and whatnot, but many of them were scaled, or feathered, or spiked with horns... demon parts?

Great. The one time she actually wanted to speak and she was told to shut up.

Thankfully her arms and legs were untied, though she wasn't too thrilled about her new accommodation. A small cage with barely enough room for her to move. Shuffling to the back of the cage, she pulled her knee's up to her chest and glanced around. It looked like she was alone for the moment.

What the hell was that? In one of the tanks filled with green liquid.. was that a human leg? Yes.. and in the other tanks were other appendages, both human and demon?

What on Earth was this place? It had to be a bad dream.. 'beautiful' teenagers devouring a poor human girl and now this?

It had all the makings of the beginning of a bad horror film.

She would not be alone for long. A man arrived with wiry white hair and tired gray eyes. He wore a lab coat with blood stains here and there. He approached the cage. He was definitely a human though.

"You must be my new pet eh?" he asked with a chuckle. "Pretty little thing. I hear you have some unique powers. I hope they don't leave scars, I wouldn't want that face of yours to take too much damage. Suki is always looking for a newer, prettier face and comes in for an upgrade almost weekly."

A man entered the room wearing a stained labcoat.. that was always reassuring. From what he was saying she assumed they wanted to use her powers, but why? And in what way?

"What do you want from me?" She asked, trying to keep her voice even and calm, keeping to the back of the cage and her knee's tightly pressed against her chest.

"You will be very important in my work." he said with a chuckle. "You'll see, Amano is due for his upgrade soon." he turned his back to her and headed over to a computer, where he sat down and started typing away at a rapid pace.

Oh, Blythe didn't like the sound of that. But what did this 'Amano' and his 'upgrade' have to do with her? Nobody in this place made the slightest bit of sense. "What sort of upgrade?" Or was it another of those things she didn't want nor need to know?

"You'll see very soon." He said with a chuckle.

A few minutes later, the handsome green-eyed boy arrived.

"I'm ready Saito, hook me up." he said with a grin. He walked over and sat on a operating table. He was strapped down as the man readied a mechanical hack saw. It was horrifying to see as he cut off Amano's hands! Amano screamed and passed out once it was done. The man put the hands into one of those green tanks, and then walked over to the cage- coated in fresh blood. He sewed on new hands from another tank. He then turned and gave a menacing grin, seized Blythe from her cage with strength that was surprising given his appearance, and dragged her over to Amano.

"Now, take his wounds." he ordered. "Or I'll start cutting off your body parts."

Blythe fell quiet and slumped back against the back of the cage, her stomach doing somersaults as her mind raced with possible outcomes.

And then the green eyed male from before entered the room and.. had his hands cut off? The screams were terrifying! How could he just lay there and let someone cut off his hands? Was there no sedation? The old hands were discarded into one of the tanks with green goo and new hands were sewn on.

It was at this point she realised her purpose.

Dragged from the cage to the unconscious male, she swallowed hard and looked over the new hands. Unsure as to whether or not her body could regrow missing limbs, she didn't want to risk it and to be honest.. stranger or not, this male would be in pain when he woke up. What could she say.. it was her weakness, she couldn't bare to see anyone in pain.

Biting her lower lip, she placed a hand over each of the males sewn wrists and within seconds a soft white glow covered both their wrists. When the glow faded Amano's wrists would be completely healed, Blythe on the other hand, hissed in pain and quickly stepped back, cradling her wrists.

The doctor sewed her hands to her wrists to keep them from falling off, then dumped some anti-bacterial ointment on the wounds before shutting her in the cage.

Amano woke up an hour later, and smiled at his wrists. The purpose was clear, because when he snapped hs fingers a spark appeared- with his other hand he grabbed the spark and turned it into a fireball. Did these new hands give him pyrokinetic powers?

"Yeah, awesome, thanks Saito!" he said with a grin.

"Now don't be burning off any hair on your sisters, or they come right off!" Saito told him. The young man looked like a child who just got a bike for Christmas, he took off, playing with sparks as he went. Saito looked to Blythe. "Good girl, they can use their new powers right away now and don't need to wait the week required for regeneration. You better get your rest, there are plenty more upgrades this week."

Thankfully Blythe had years of practice under her belt and had various ways of blocking out the pain. The hands, while stinging like a colony of enraged wasps, wouldn't take too long to heal. The new stitches and the ointment would speed up her recovery.

Biting her lower lip to the point of drawing blood, the girl retreated to the back of the cage, hands cradling in her lap.

By the time Amano had woken, her flesh had already started to recover and the stitches were no longer needed. The pain had all but subsided and she slumped back against the metal bars, quietly watching the male 'playing' with his new hands. This was.. interesting. This doctor could attach different limbs to this male and he'd benefit from whatever powers the limb had?

Interesting and potentially dangerous.

While she heard what was said, she didn't really take it in. It had been a long day, school had dragged and she'd just had to rejoin both her wrists. Suffice to say, she was exhausted and wasn't awake for much longer.

(( I love how you're implying that a boring day at school is equal to having your hands severed XD))

Blythe would be awoken by commotion many hours later, a tray was slid into her cell. A bowl of, some kind of Chili, garlic bread and a bottle of wine, with a cup. Her door was shut before she could react to the food being given to her.

The delivery girl was the one called 'Suki', with bright red hair and deep blue eyes. She was just so pretty, it was hard to imagine she devoured a person not too long ago.

"You could really use some mascara." Suki told Blythe. "Maybe a little eye shadow too... and lip-gloss. You don't really have skin that needs blush though, so consider yourself lucky."

((Well some days are like that =p They can be so mundane you'd rather have your head cut off to make it end xD Or maybe that was just me.
Ash?))

Hearing something metallic sliding across the ground, Blythe woke to see just what was going on. Sitting up, she rubbed at her wrists, the stitches falling out as she did so, her wounds completely healed.

Food? After seeing what she did yesterday.. she didn't want to know what was in that chilli. There was a bottle of wine too, were they hoping to get her drunk?

"Not allowed to wear make up to school." She said, voice hoarse as it usually was after waking. Several small coughs sorted this out though

((sorry, thinking of another rp XD, edited))

"Well, your school is dumb." Suki told her, as-a-matter-of-factly, "Some people need makeup. Others like myself, don't need it, but look good with it." she flipped her red hair back like a model.

"How is she?" a quiet voice asked. The Albino fellow had arrived, he had a submissive way of walking, like the types in a bar who were spooked by the bikers around them.

"She seems fine Kouyuu, look, she doesn't even have so much as a scratch of a scar." Suki replied. The Albino fellow was carrying something... a pillow? It was big, like a bed for a large dog.

"I got you this." He told Blythe. "That cage floor looks hard and cold."

((Fair enough =) Sorry about taking my time between replies, I've the new Warcraft and this character is kinda new, it's taking me a while to get into her >.<; ))

Blythe said nothing more for the moment, she simply listened. This girl was right, she didn't need make up like so many others did. But was that face actually hers? Or had some poor girl been slaughtered just so this red head could benefit?

The albino from the previous day entered the room carrying something white.. a dog bed? She was not a dog! Okay, she was being kept in a cage, fed on a tray and made to sleep on the floor.. but she was no dog!

Brows furrowed, she looked up to the male as he spoke. "Uh.. thanks."

(( No worries, my sister is a recovering WOW addict, I understand XD ))

"As soon as we're completed, you can go home okay?" Kouyyu said, crouching down so he was at face-level with Blythe.

"Look on the bright side, with your help, we won't have to take recovery time, so we'll be finished a lot sooner than normal. Amano already lit half the place on fire, and it hasn't even been a day." Suki added.

"What is your name?" Kouyuu asked Blythe.

That was a light at the end of the tunnel, once she was done she'd be able to go home. Could she trust their word though? And if they were able to find and grab her so easily.. would her father make them move again?

Father.. oh.. he must be worried sick!

"..Blythe." She said, looking from Suki and to the male in front of her. Compared to the others he didn't seem as bad though.. how did that saying go? It was the quiet one's you had to watch.

"We better go Kouyuu, I hope your curiosity is satisfied because if Daddy catches us here with the new tool, we'll be in deep trouble." Suki insisted. "Besides, I need to wash my hair." Kouyuu gave a small smile and raised a hand to say goodbye before they headed out, leaving Blythe alone again.

Many of these tanks looked like they held human body parts. Blythe might even recognize a few of the corpses as psychic humans she had met in life.