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Title:
Theories: Beast of Burden

Author:
Shi-koi

Fandom:
Yu Yu Hakusho / Harry Potter

Series:
Theories #1

Rating:
PG-13

Pairings:
None yet.

Warnings:
Slight violence, little bit of bad language.

Disclaimer:
No own, no sue.

Summary:
First in the 'Theories' series. In which Remus meets a very unique
woman, and Shizuru is her usual self. *COMPLETE*

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She had that feeling
again. The dull ache in her stomach, dry mouth and shaky hands.
Either that or she needed a smoke, bad.

Shizuru frowned,
clenching and unclenching her hands, her younger brother had no cases
with Urameshi, but if that was true, then why was she getting one of
her 'feelings' now? She sighed, pushing her long brown hair out of
the way with one hand as the other dug in her pockets for her smokes.

She flicked out a
cigarette out of the packet with the ease of long habit, tucking the
box away in her jeans before lighting it and taking a long drag,
savouring the feeling of the nicotine filling her lungs with the
smoke.

Taking a quick glance
around the empty apartment, Shizuru shrugged, grabbing her coat and
leaving to the local park, she had hours to kill before Kazuma came
home.

Two cigarettes later
Shizuru finally acknowledged that the odd feeling was something
serious. It just wasn't going away. She gave an absent greeting to a
few of the kids who recognised her from her daily trips through the
park, stopping to sit on a nearby bench to watch them play.

Shizuru hadn't been there
for half an hour before a prickling on the back of her neck had her
turning around surreptitiously, using the excuse of moving her long
honey-brown hair out of her face to take a quick look behind her.

Someone was there, but
they weren't watching her. A tallish man with grey-brown hair
stumbled awkwardly out of the trees, holding his right shoulder
awkwardly, his chest rising and falling in quick pants. He gave the
area a quick once-over before wincing and straightening his back,
hurrying away.

Shizuru narrowed her
eyes, watching him carefully, but no-one followed him. She was about
to dismiss him when that feeling came back full force. She knew that
the man was hurt somehow, she'd patched up her idiot brother after
missions enough times to be able to recognise the signs, but she
really didn't need to deal with something like this right now.

Cursing herself for being
a fool, Shizuru stubbed out her smoke on the pavement, shoved her
hands into the warmth of her coat and followed the man at a discreet
distance, he was just too wary for her to get close.

The man led her through a
merry chase through the streets, ducking down alleys and through the
small back spaces between the shops, before Shizuru found herself
falling back when they moved closer to a residential area, not
wanting herself to be seen.

When the man stopped at a
normal-seeming house and went inside Shizuru lit up another cigarette
and leant against an available wall, waiting to see if the feeling
would let her leave and go home. When the ache didn't abate, she
rubbed her forehead and prepared herself for a long wait.

Fifteen minutes later the
man left again, looking to be in an even worse condition. His dark
slacks were scuffed and the old brown coat he wore hung off one side
lopsidedly. Shizuru found herself frowning again, the poor man looked
like he'd been thrown around.

She watched as he
straightened himself out slowly, moving as though his very bones
hurt, the wave of pain emanating from his slim frame virtually
tangible on the mid-morning breeze, at least, for someone as
spiritually aware as she happened to be.

Shizuru grimaced and
started following him again, keeping her distance.

Less than three blocks
away from the house Shizuru found herself freezing, warning bells
setting off every nerve in her body. She pressed herself against the
nearest wall, almost completely out of sight. A few seconds later a
series of loud 'pop's were heard and six figures in odd black
dress-type things suddenly surrounded the man.

Shizuru's eyes widened at
the auras of malice that filled the air. The man seemed just as
affected, lowering himself into a defensive crouch and pulling an odd
stick out from his sleeve, just like the ones in the hands of the
black-robed assailants.

Words shot back and forth
between the person Shizuru supposed was in charge of the new people
and the man she'd been trailing, but she couldn't understand what
they were saying. It was not Japanese, and she'd never been that good
with languages.

The black-robed man, (it
was a man from his voice), gestured to the man she'd trailed, his
voice hard and demanding. The slim grey haired male shook his head
angrily, one hand waving wildly, the hand with the stick in it
pointed firmly towards the other black-dressed man.

The man in black seemed
to lose patience, and the grey-haired male snarled wordlessly,
ducking the sudden yellow light that shot out of the other's stick.

Shizuru found herself
holding her breath. Whatever that light had been it hadn't been nice.
She could still feel the sickly aura that surrounded the light.

Something tugged at her,
telling her that the man she'd been following was in serious trouble.
With a groan, Shizuru wondered for a moment if being a hero was
contagious, since she seemed to have caught the bug from her baby
brother.

Shizuru sighed, walking
forward towards the group. The man in black looked at her, saying
something to the others. The grey haired man spinning round to look
at her, his eyes wide with fear. He shouted something in that
language, gesturing wildly for her to get away.

Shizuru ignored him,
stopping a mere meter away from him, bringing out another cigarette
from her pocket and lighting it.

“So.” She
said, in her usual, casual manner, “What's so interesting 'bout
him?” Shizuru waved one empty hand towards the man in the
centre of the almost-circle.

The man in black frowned,
aiming his stick at himself and saying something, an odd white-pink
light shooting from it and hitting him softly.

“Get away from here
muggle.” He said coldly.

Shizuru blinked. “See,
I've lived here for a while, and I've been called all sorts of
things...but muggle?” she shook her head, “That's new.”

The man in black aimed
his stick at her, and Shizuru knew a threat when she saw one.

“I wouldn't aim
that thing at me,” she said, flicking off some ash from her
cigarette.

One of the other figures
said something and two other sticks were suddenly aimed at her, the
other three still aimed at the man in the middle. The man in black
said something, waving the stick in a small pattern. Her instincts
screamed at her, and Shizuru trusted them implicitly, ducking to the
side and charging forward, knocking out one figure with a well-placed
punch, and sweeping round to kick another one into the same state.

If knocking out demons
had been easy, this was nothing.

She heard bone crunch as
her elbow went directly into the centre of another black-clad figure,
and Shizuru vaguely noticed the grey-haired male shooting out a
coloured light from his stick at another figure, the target dropping
like a stone.

The man in black suddenly
disappeared with another pop, leaving Shizuru breathless in
between three downed bodies, the last one falling to the other male.

Shizuru straightened her
back, going to take another drag on her cigarette before twitching
when she realised that at some point the thing had been squashed,
leaving her with just the butt in her fingers. She snarled, kicking
at the downed bodies viciously.

“That was my damn
smoke you bastards!” She shook her fist at them, not caring
that they couldn't see her. A choked gasp met her ears and she turned
to see the man coughing? Laughing? His eyes alight with mirth,
undisguised relief buoying his feeling.

Shizuru stepped closer,
looking him over. He wasn't too bad-looking as foreigners went, and
that look of old sorrow in her eyes kinda reminded her of her kids,
well, her brother's friends at least.

She stuck her hand out in
a distinctly male fashion. “Kuwabara Shizuru.”

The man blinked looking
at her hand before tentatively placing his own in hers and shaking
it. “Lupin Remus.” he said in a soft voice.

“Well, see ya
round.” Shizuru said, turning and giving him a half wave over
her shoulder as she walked away. She reached into her pocket for her
cigarettes before realising that she'd just lost her last one. A
curse filled the air as she crumpled the empty packet and threw it
into a bin as she passed by.

Great, now she'd have to
make a trip to the shops as well. Mind you, following a cute guy for
over two hours wasn't really that bad, and he did have a nice
voice.

Pity she'd never see him
again. And she really needed another smoke.

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End

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