Chapter 1: The Meeting.

AN: Hey all. This is my first real story.

"Our Reikai Tantei will be gaining an additional member this evening."

This one sentence echoed through the young prince's double doors straight to my ears. So, he's getting right to it, eh? Sitting on a bench, listening to the next in line ruler of all spirits introducing me to the fabled Reikai Tantei was a trip. Just sitting here, in Reikai, was a trip.

Being an S-class demon and willingly cooperating with Koenma was unheard of. Unless, of course, you had a debt to pay. But I didn't. I was just bored. About two months ago, Koenma's play thing, Botan, came to me asking of my services. My infiltration skills. Botan was cute, but a bit too cheery for my taste. I agreed to help. At least it would keep me busy for a few months.

"She's an S-class demon, so don't bother to protect her in any dangerous situations."

I heard two distinct gasps as Koenma mentioned my being female. Or maybe being an S-class yokai was the winning factor for surprise; I couldn't really tell without seeing their faces. There was the sound of rustling papers and then, "Although I'm not yet familiar with her family name, her given name is Kiseki. Her infiltration skills will be a vital asset for this mission and luckily she agreed to help."

This was ridiculous. When is he going to call me in?

"She's waiting just around the door right now, so why don't we get right to it? Kiseki?"

And that was my hint. Stretching into a standing position, I walked slowly toward the ornately decorated twin doors of the Prince's chamber. I could hear their heartbeats increase as I let leak my Youki, which I enjoyed immensely. I wanted them to be terrified of me. Glancing to my right, I noticed a mirror running the expanse of the wall, showing my reflection. The first thing you'd notice about me would probably be my eyes. I always thought they were too big for my face. Often, the few humans I met when on pleasure trips to the Ningenkai would tell me I looked like a Lolita doll because of my eyes. They had always made everyone think I was more innocent. A hue of dark blue, so dark that only those looking straight into them could tell where my pupil ended and my iris began, was framed in a full black fringe of lashes that resembled crescents when closed. My flesh appeared translucent, almost in a sickening way, because of its ivory tint. My mouth was full and rose colored, which always reminded me of cherries. Above, my nose sat, a little upturned and button in shape. Framing my features, my mane came down to my shoulder blades. My midnight tresses were choppy and had always had that look of what humans describe as "bed-head".

Koenma had told me that I was to sleep in one of the Tantei's homes so I had come clad in Human garb. My legs were sheathed in denim that had punctures at the knees. A pin stripped blazer was wrapped around my torso. Since it only came to my midsection and refused to button, I draped a horizontally stripped t-shirt of alternating colors of light and dark purple underneath. I had rolled up the sleeves to my elbows for comfort. A simple pair of converse chucks was used as footwear. This style seemed appropriate.

Without pausing, I plunged into Koenma's meeting room. In the back and to the center sat Koenma in his more adult form. His face was twisted into a scowl and his hands were folded in front of him, his chin resting on the back of them. I guess he wanted to be taken seriously. Stacks of varied colored papers were on his desk, an oak monstrosity, all looking abandoned and fairly important.

Directly in front of the oaken escritoire stood a tall, wiry, gangly looking man. His burgundy hair fell in curls unswervingly onto his forehead, making him look boyish and young. His high cheek bones protruded too much making him slightly unattractive. He was enveloped in a navy uniform that looked far too bulky on his frame. Adorning it were gold buttons running up the front of the tunic. Both hands were tucked in his pocket, making his elbows jut out from his body.

Next to him was an androgynous looking boy. He looked no younger or older than nineteen. His flaming hair was rebellious and, curling every which way, flowed down to the small of his back. His emerald eyes shone bright while searching the room constantly, seemingly looking for a threat. Lashes fluttering, his eyes rested on me and stopped. He seemed to stop breathing for a moment and then his chest rose and fell heavily. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself. His firm mouth relaxed into a small smile, almost like he was hiding a thought of treasure. His body was clad in a uniform of mauve like color with gold trimming. It didn't suit him.

Sensing two other ki's, I looked around the chamber until my orbs rested on a gothic little thing. Leaning up against the far wall, his arms in a fold across his chest, he looked aloof and distant, like no one could ever reach him. His hair was peculiar, it stood erect but also drooped it seemed. Like it couldn't make up its mind. Crimson irises bore into my frame as he sized me up. Making a grunting noise, he turned his head. His neck was decorated with an ashen scarf that wrapped around like a serpent. The shroud he wore seemed to connect to the white thing above, showing no unnessacery flesh. His feet sported riding boots that had a multitude of buckles with black clasps overlapping each other.

Seeing a blur of green, my eyes strayed to my left. There he was. Urameshi Yuusuke. He was smaller than what they said. The young Toushin had clipped coffee colored hair that was slicked back. Unfortunately, some stray curls didn't quite make it, so they fell forward. His skin was tan from training long and hard in the burning sun. His eyebrows were a bit sloppy and ungroomed, but mysteriously added to his wild appeal. With eyes the color of chocolate, he appraised me. I wonder what he's thinking. His clothes were identical to the taller boy's except that they were olive toned.

I returned my gaze to the young prince as I awaited his instructions. Who was I to lodge with? Was I to stay and fight with the Tantei permanently if this goes well? Would I accept? I could feel four pairs of eyes on me and I became uncomfortable. If I fidgeted I would seem weak, so I stood my ground and counted. When I landed on fifteen, Koenma spoke.

"I am sure you're tired from your trip from Makai. Tomorrow, we'll go over the debriefing. For now, I want everyone to become familiar with our guest."

"Koenma," Yuusuke declared, "who will Kiseki be staying with?"

Finally, all eyes were off of me and on Koenma. All waited, with the exception of the short brooding one, to see who got the invitation.

"I think it would be wise for Kiseki to stay with Kurama, as he lives in an apartment alone. I believe you have an extra bedroom for guests and you don't object to this?" Koenma queried.

"No," the beautiful red head was the one speaking, his ki wavering a bit oddly, "I see no reason to object."

So that's his name. Kurama. Sounds familiar.

Kurama returned his gaze to me and smiled again, his eyes lighting up again also. I tried a small smile back and he looked pleased. Why was he so happy?

I stole a glance at the rest of the gang and found that they were all looking toward Kurama with confused expressions. Did that mean he didn't act this way normally?

"Well, let's all go to a restaurant! I haven't had yaki-tori in awhile," Yuusuke was grinning widely while he looked around expectantly. To see such a feared hanyou acting like a child was amusing.

End Chapter 1: The Meeting.