Hey it's KG 33 here, trying to get a first start on writing fanfiction, only about 10 years late to the party. This is going to be bad, so get ready! Expect mature content, romance, adventure, action, drama, everything I could think of and I smashed it all into one story.
Chapter one
"BOTAN! WAKE UP THIS INSTANT AND OPEN THE DOOR!"
The woman being summoned was only vaguely aware of the shouting occurring outside of her bedroom, as she was far too busy in her subconscious sleep space. In her dream, she was looking deep into those bottomless chocolate eyes, underscored by impish grin, and she lie beneath her dream lover in perfect ecstasy. Botan lifted her hand to run it through the soft loose black hair, and smiled. In repose together on a bed of the softest clouds, she stroked her lover's face and sighed.
"Oh, this has been such a wonder-"
The dream was shattered as the knocking near the bottom of her door became banging at the top.
"BOTAN! NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE SLEEPING, THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!"
The startled bluenette sat up in her futon and sent a sleepy glare towards the door. Of all the people to ruin her glorious moment! Gathering herself in the duvet, she opened the door to her suite with a flourish, almost taking a fist to the forehead as she did.
"BO-Oh! Botan! Finally! Don't you know how rude it is to keep me waiting when we have an emergency in the middle of the night? It's almost like you don't even respect me!" Koenma scolded her, in his teenage form, looking rather worse for the wear after being roused from his bed just a half hour before. His hair was mussed and his clothes wrinkled, as though he'd pulled them on from the floor in his hurry to rally the troops. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, she had never seen her boss in such a wild way.
Botan, clutching her bedclothes robe, eyed him warily. "What's happened, Lord Koenma? It must be serious for you to be waking up and waking me up and -"
Koenma interupted her, "We've had an escape from the Reikai Prison, cell block S! We have an unknown number of unknown subjects on the move, all hell is breaking loose downstairs and you're up here sleeping! Didn't you hear the alarm?"
Botan pursed her lips and lifted her index finger to them, looking up at the ceiling where her alarm light was dangling with a dent in its case that could have only come from her trusty metal bat.
"No no, I didn't hear it at all!" She stepped forward to keep him in the doorway, and unable to follow her upwards glance as he had leaned forward to try and do so. She thought back on the reason she had attacked the light and flushed, "Lord Koenma, sir, I'll get dressed and meet you in your office in fifteen minutes." She mentally pushed aside the romantic fancy her subconscious had spawned, deciding to put it out of her mind for the time being.
The undeniably stressed prince glared at her, "Botan you'd better make it five minutes." His voice got shrill, and his composure appeared to be slipping, "This is serious and it's only a matter of time before they get out of the lockdown! There's an SDF officer at the end of the hall to escort you! I'll explain the rest as soon as you get downstairs."
With that, he turned in a flurry of royal blue and strode quickly down the hallway. When Botan peered around the door frame, she could see the wild blonde hair of Lieutenant Oho waiting for her a few meters away, and she popped into her room to hurriedly dress.
About 10 minutes later, she was pushing open the door to Koenma's office, her signature pink kimono in place and the curlers drawn her from her hair. The high ponytail she usually wore was absent, and instead her hair hung in a long sleep fuzzed braid down her back. Her anxiety felt like a blast of cool air over her skin as she shuffled into the room crowded with nearly a dozen members of the SDF, a messenger for Emperor Enma, and a small group of frantic ogres. Koenma was stood behind his desk with his viewing screen on, shouting orders over the din of people talking and whatever was occurring on screen. When Botan finally made her way through the crowd and was able to see what they saw, she covered her mouth in horror. The twisted metal, broken glass, blood and gore was strewn over a barely recognizable hallway of the cell block S, where spirit world's most dangerous criminals were housed. On screen, a flash of long ragged silver hair flickered across the view and disappeared into another cell, almost too fast for her to see.
When she was close enough to touch Koenma, he rounded on her with a crazed look, "It's bad Botan. Really bad. We have no contact on the inside, everyone's dead. They're all dead. Even the prisoners. And the escapee... No, the intruder is going to break through the lockdown defense within the hour. I'd say it looks like knows the weak point first hand, but I didn't think that he'd ever been down to the dungeon before. We're not even sure how he got in."
Botan's eyes rounded, and they both turned to the screen.
"Got in? You mean to say someone broke in just to escape?" Her fear was palpable, she knew things were going from bad to worse as she saw chunks of warded stone explode on the viewfinder. "Wait," she turned to find him staring down at her with a grim set to his countenance, "You didn't think he had been to the dungeon before? Who, sir? Who do you think that is?"
The brunette put his hand on her shoulder and reached for the remote with the other, "You're not going to want to see this, but seeing is believing. This is it Botan, what my father warned would happen."
She almost began to argue that she could handle any situation, when he clicked the button and the screen settled on the culprit who was tearing into stone walls a half mile thick as though it were bread dough. Botan fell away in a dead faint when she saw the demon form of Yusuke Urameshi smirking into the camera, all fangs and markings, his hair dripping crimson with the blood of innocents and criminals alike.