Disclaimer: I do not own any Yu Yu Hakusho characters, nor do I own the Catholic Religion. I also do not own any of the songs by the Rolling Stones. Thank you.

-But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner who needed it most? - Mark Twain

It was not a dark and stormy night. There was no lightning in the sky or some violent winds or some other atmospheric enhancers of the sort. In fact, it was perfectly calm. A crescent moon hung in an otherwise unblemished sky, not a cloud was in sight. A bird was even singing.

Gliding down a thin ribbon of a country road was a car. Not just any car though, as the driver was not just any man. The moon reflected off the perfectly polished hood and flowed off like water as it moved silently through the calm night. Perched upon the edge of the hood, just above the pure silver grill, was a small figure. Drenched in starlight it was the figure of a woman, clad in a flowing dress, her arms thrown back in pure joy. The Rolls-Royce made its way around another curve in the road and the driver sighed.

Frustrated with the perfectly peaceful evening, the man groaned, pressing his foot against the gas pedal a little harder. Of course, for every one evil being with a good background of ominous weather, there were hundreds of other evil beings with blue skies and cotton ball clouds. Even though he knew this, it still aggravated him. Giving up, he sighed again, his shoulders slumping.

Besides the bird's sleepy song and a small chorus of crickets, it was quiet. Another peaceful night in Japan. Grumbling dark words, one manicured hand tapped against the radio's "ON" button, not bothering to change the station from its original place.

"Please allow me to introduce myself/ I'm a man of wealth and taste/I've been around for a long, long year/Stole many a man's soul and faith/And I was 'round when Jesus Christ/Had his moment of doubt and pain/Made damn sure that Pilate/Washed his hands and sealed his fate/ Pleased to meet you/Hope you guess my name/But what's puzzling you/Is the nature of my game"

The lyrics blared out of the speakers, filling the lush cabin of the car with drums, piano and a rough male voice. Nodding his head along to the beat, he smiled. This was more like it. Easing his weight a little harder against the gas, he turned the wheel, maneuvering around another ambling curve, his hands moving in fluid motions.

"I stuck around St. Petersburg/When I saw it was a time for a change/Killed the czar and his ministers/Anastasia screamed in vain/I rode a tank/Held a general's rank/When the blitzkrieg raged/And the bodies stank/Pleased to meet you/Hope you guess my name, oh yeah/Ah, what's puzzling you/Is the nature of my game, oh yeah"

Removing one hand from the wheel, he ran his fingers through his hair, sending ripples though the golden locks. Shining eerily in the moonlight, it almost gave him the impression of a halo. In fact, at first glance, one could easily mistake the man for some kind of ethereal creature from a fairytale. Piercing eyes with the same hues as a glacier, and just as much warmth, stared off into the night, cutting through the shadows effortlessly behind a thick frame of black lashes. His pale skin seemed to glow softly, the only color coming from the slight rosy blush on his delicate cheekbones. Resting on the very tip of his thin nose was a pair of small, rectangular reading glasses, framed in black steel, over which he stared at the road, lit only by his headlights. Shoulder length and pulled away from his face by a thick black band was hair the color of ripened wheat, rouge bangs framing his face in soft curls. Licking his lips absentmindedly he began to hum along with the song that flooded his car.

"I watched with glee/While your kings and queens/Fought for ten decades/
For the gods they made/I shouted out/Who killed the Kennedy's/When after all/It was you and me/Let me please introduce myself/I'm a man of wealth and taste/And I laid traps for troubadours/Who get killed before they reached Bombay/Pleased to meet you/Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah/But what's puzzling you/Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby"

Grinning mischievously he now sung aloud with the Rolling Stones, his voice striking perfect cords, his slender fingers drumming against the leather coated steering wheel. Beating out the bass line, he had almost forgotten about the bitter disappointment of having arrived during such a serene night. In fact, he was beginning to enjoy it. Not a bad way to start your vacation, though he still wouldn't complain if maybe one or two clouds rolled into the sky.

"Pleased to meet you/Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah/But what's confusing you/Is just the nature of my game/Just as every cop is a criminal/And all the sinners saints/As heads is tails/Just call me Lucifer/'cause I'm in need of some restraint/So if you meet me/Have some courtesy/Have some sympathy, and some taste/Use all your well-learned politesse/Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah/Pleased to meet you/Hope you guessed my name, um yeah/But what's puzzling you/Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down"

Just as the lyrics began to reach their crazed wailing something jittered on the passenger's seat next to the man. Groaning, he switched the radio off, frowning slightly at his cell phone which was dancing around the black leather seat trying urgently to get his attention. Muttering dark curse words to whoever was calling him he picked it up, unfolding the wafer thin gizmo and holding it against his left ear, the silver hoop piercing running through it clicking against the keys.

"'ello," his voice was smooth as butter, deep undertones wrapping warmly around each word.

"Don't you 'ello' me, what are you doing here?"

The voice coming through the tiny speakers sound rushed, annoyed and rather childish. It was also in Japanese. Scowling for a moment, the man replied briskly is the same foreign language, each word flowing effortlessly through soft lips.

"Oh my, I've been found, haven't I? To what do I owe the honor of this phone call?"

Though his voice was amiable enough, a minor look of annoyance flashed across his perfect features. He was hoping for a quiet break, not something as frustrating as having to explain why he wanted one in the first place.

"You know exactly what I'm calling for, so don't even try to act innocent. Japan is OFF-LIMITS to you! What part of that don't you understand?"

"Don't patronize me, I understand perfectly. I just don't care."

Smirking, he knew his flippant remark would make the caller only angrier. Personally, he really didn't mind, there was still a chance he could catch the end of that song…

"Whether or not you care is not part of the problem. Where exactly are you in Japan?"

"Hm? I've only been here a short amount of time and you expect me to know the geography already? Who do you think I am, God?"

There was an un-amused silence that lingered until he started to speak again, turning his head slightly to look out the window, his pupils dilating quickly to make up for the pure darkness outside.

"Huh, well if you must know, I'm driving through the hills and there's such a cute little city nearby, I think I'll stop there in the morning, get something to drink."

He could almost see the speaker begin to panic, trying to figure out just what city he was talking about. Laughing quietly to himself, he pulled the car over, the wheels crunching against gravel, his bumper stopping just before the steel guardrails. Pressing the release button on his seatbelt he got out of the car, slammed the door and leaned up against the hood, free hand tucked into the pocket of his clean black slacks.

"Where the Hell are you?" though the speaker on the other line was technically asking a question, it sounded far too much like an order for the man's taste.

"Certainly not there! Of course, if I told you, you most certainly wouldn't lean anything from this experience now would you?"

Grinning from ear to ear, he let the cool breeze wash over his skin, tugging gently at his clothes like an insistent child. Pushing his bangs away from his eyes he waited for a response. It didn't take long.

"If you do not leave, I will be forced to send people after you!"

This only made him laugh. It was a pleasant laugh, deep, making his entire body shake in delight as he nearly doubled over. Gasping for breath, he leaned back, nearly dropped the phone onto the rough gray gravel below, catching it last minute. Placing it back to his ear, he began to contemplate buying one of those fancy headsets, but didn't get very far before the voice spoke again.

"Just WHAT exactly is so funny?"

"You, that's what so funny. Was that a threat coming from you? Child, you still have a Binky! Get rid of that thing, and maybe I'll take you seriously. In the mean time, don't mess with me; I'm far older than you'll ever be."

Deciding to take a casual stroll around his car he waited for the response that he knew was going to come. In the meantime, he searched for that infernal bird, it was nearby, and he knew it. His eyes scanning the sparse trees, he was searching for anything even vaguely feathered.

"My age has nothing to do with the fact that you are NOT ALLOWED HERE!"

Pulling the speaker away from his ear and slightly, he could image that young, toddler like face tinting crimson in anger. Snickering, a jagged, bird shaped leaf burst into flames. Seeing that it was not the annoying feathered fiend of cheerful song, he frowned slightly and began his search anew.

"Damn…" he muttered, disappointedly.

"What are you swearing about now!"

"Huh? Oh, nothing… just where is that little bugger?"

"WHAT 'little bugger'?"

Pulled forcefully back into the conversation, he realized that he was indeed still talking on the phone. Sighing, he thought about what to say.

"A bird… it's been bugging me…"

"A bird?" the man sounded incredulous, saying the word slowly. "You're upset over a bird?"

"Yes, Yes." Still distracted, he heard the happy little tune fill the air once again.

"You are… so…"

"Frustrating? Annoying? Maddening? Those are the ones I've heard most often," he added helpfully, nodding his head along with each word.

"The fact that you know this should be sign to you," the voice added dryly.

"Aw, that's just mean, Koenma!" he protested, though his serious tone was ruined by laughter.

"Just… please… GET OUT OF JAPAN!" There was an odd desperation Koenma's voice and the man sighed, bored.

His attention span long since lost with the conversation, he yawned, pinned the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he stretched his arms out above him. Deciding that, since the conversation was back where it started and had successfully completed a circled (more of an oval really), it must end.

"What? What did you say?" not waiting for a response he quickly added in one word. "Sorrybadreceptiongottagolosingyou!" Snapping the phone angrily shut he turned it off and shoved it down the left pocket of his warm suit coat.

"Dammit… that was boring…" he muttered.

Heaving himself off the car's hood and back onto his feet, he swayed unsure for a moment before regaining balance and sighing appreciatively. Strolling slowly back to the left side of the car he opened the door and slipped back into the plush seat. Folding his long legs into the cabin, gently tapping his right foot against the thin gas pedal and pulled the car into reverse, stopping for a moment to check out what was on the radio. He was deeply disappointed as some pop princess' voice danced out the car's speakers. Disgustedly slamming his fist against the thick on/off button of the radio, he sighed in relief as silence filled the car. Blessing under his breath he pulled back from the steel guard rails of the road and drove off, into the city, silent as ever.

On the third branch of an oak, the only bird singing that night burst into a cloud of feathers.

The man grinned victoriously.

-Well that's it. Please Review and tell me what you think. Thanks!