Abnormally Normal Sweeper- Hiei -.:1:.-

Looking over the branches of the tree she sat in, she saw the castle.

The dark stones that made it up made it look no more then a shadow, along with the deadly trees in the yards that needed no guards.

The snipers in the towers surrounding it and dogs walking threw the halls, seen threw the windows.

The front doors where barred, as spot lights past every which way in what.

This would be a challenge. But she was a sweeper. Not to mention she would steal some things in the process.

Jumping from the tree she raced threw the forest surrounding her destination.

Her black braided hair swished behind her as she fastened her mask. (Like Sango`s from Inuyasha)

She made it to the high walls not soon after.

She pushed herself up against the wall as a light shone by, brightening the forest.

Racing close to the wall she found a wall, edge. She jumped up it digging her claws into the cement.
Jumping to the other side just as the spot light went by, she raced to the castles window. Looking inside no one was face her.

She opened it up and closed it, again, just missing being spotted by the spot light by ducking under the window sill.

Seeing her next move, the air vents. She made quick work, shutting it as a dog sniffed around questionably.

Crawling threw the vent, with barley any sound, she spotted her target.

Her was sleeping peacefully with his wife in a embrace, despite all the lights and radio communications going on.

She also noticed a glint of gold as a light barley shone threw the window due to the thick curtains.

Smirking at her soon-to-be-prize, she silently, as the stealth she was, jumped down to the soft floor below her.

She walked behind the man, slipping her katana out with that sound of it sliding against the sheath that mean, death to those who touch this blade. She cover the wifes mouth as she quickly laid waist to the man, then the woman, always leaving her mark.


The victims arms always hold a S.S. initial on them.

Grabbing the necklace that had many jewels in the gold, she opened the window watching the spot lights. Closing it behind her to make time for her escape she scurried down the side of the castle.

Jumping over a pot she hooked her hook to the walls edge, sliding down it to the very far end, since she didnt notice this to be a cliff.

She raced threw the forest in no time flat and made her way into her cave.

As skilled as she was she didnt smell the unscented powder.

Making it to her den, she laid down in a deep sleep yet she didnt feel tired.

The only thing that would make some-body a cold hearted killer, would to not feeling something after killing your prey, enemy, best friend.

But, Little Ryku felt nothing of guilt or sadness for them. She just told herself, they deserved this. They did something to have this come upon them. Or something like, Everybody dies some time. Shes just moving it along. Who wants to live that long anyways.



Jolting awake, Namir remembered where she was. She had that dream every night after the first week of being here. Spirit World Jail. The detectives planted paralyzing flowers around her den that night.


Blinked, she whipped away the sleep, and she back into the shadows only to see her two cold crimson eyes glaring at anyone who dared look in. Black slits for pupils. Her scythe was in the weapons room along with her other weapons.

Katana, needles, daggers, throwing stars, small bombs.

Her jewels, steals, where stashed in the vault.

She scowled at allowing herself to be caught so easily.

She growled as the sound of keys rattling and her cell door opening.

"Come on kitty-cat. Koenma wants to see you."

She remembered the last time she went to see him:


"First off, Name?" A small annoying size toddler asked the arrogant sweeper.

(Me: sweeper means assassin)

"Hn." She would refuse to answer, except the four men, three that where really intimidating, kinda, were ready to force her too.

Her demonic features were hidden, yet she answered forcefully, "....Namir..." ,glaring at anything she laid her eyes on. She had somewhat of a England-seductive accent.

"Good, now. What type of demon are you?"

"Hn." That she did not have to answer, what did that matter anyways.

"Stubborn," Koenma mumbled.

"I have a question." Inquired Kurama.

"Go ahead." Koenma acknowledged resting back in his chair.

"Why is it you mark your victims with two S's?"

"Hn. I dont know. Some people call me the Silent Sweeper so I make them with that."

"Why do they call you that?" Koenma asked.

She growled, 21 questions much she thought. "Because I can make it in and out with out being detected and do it within one day. The bodies arent usually found until the day after."

"Who was your last target?"

"I dunno."

Koenma was getting red in the face. "Then, what was the victims name?"

"Names, husband and wife, yet I dont know."

"How can you not know? You just did it last night!" Koenma yelled with a anger.

"I dont need to answer to any one."

She liked this. Getting on someones nervous so easily. That was the truth though. She didnt know cause all she got was a picture which she burned therefore after.


"Well then. Can you answer this. Why are you a sweeper?"

"Hn. My business not yours."

"Arg!!! Take her away!"

She smirked triumphantly as she stood from the chair. Winking at the angry toddler she was lead to the cell which she was feed little to no food to try and force the answers from her.


(If you noticed he called her kitty-cat at the top part, before the flash back was because the slits in her eyes told of her breed.)

"Why would he waste his time on me? I`m not going to answer him." Namir answers bordley standing up while walking towards Koenmas office.

The guard ran up to her after shutting the gate and led her there.

"Its like you would think I know where Im going." She said sarcastically. She did indeed know where to go, just the guards seemed to lead her there every time.

Taking a seat in Koenmas wood chair that faced him with crossed legs, she lend back in it waiting for the toddler to go on with a speech.

He said the penalty speech, death speech, suffering speech, killing speech, her job speech, trying to get her past out speech. What was it today.

"Hey, before we start this I have a question........okay I had a question......Oh yes! Why is it your so intent on me? I mean. Seemingly I just dont give a damn and yet you keep bugging me."

"Yes well we give all are uh prisoners a far chance to join us and stay alive."

"Oh so...wheres Fred? Cause I mean he left the cell about two days ago. He is still getting interrogated isnt he?" She asked as if he should walk in the door any minute.

"Uh....well...umm ...no."

"Oh." She said her face turning unnaturally grave, "Then why am I so different. I dont answer your questions, I dont like you, and quite frankly you can fuck your Reikai Tentai."

Her eyes showed malicious and if she was free, would kill every one in the building.

"Y....y-yes well. Anyways. I have some more questions." He said stacking his papers to occupy himself with, avoiding her stare that would lingerie on him to make him nervous. Which, obviously, was working.

She leaned forwards, her legs spread and elbows resting on her knees with her hands hanging she waited.

The Spirit Detectives were in there for the entire time, didnt say a word even while being insulted.
Kuwabara was closest to the door, Yuske seemed scared but stood behind her, Kurama was his normal self seemingly deep in thought, as Hiei...He seemed amused.

Her lips held a devious smirk as she watched nervous Spirit World Ruler, tremble under her gaze.

"Namir.*Gulp* Why is it you kill anyways?"

She gave out a puff of a laugh, with obviousness in it she answered with words that put away many demons before her, which is what she wanted,