Prologue
"I quit. Oh, wait I never worked for you in the first place asshole. Later!" Leaving a gobsmacked junior god in his wake Kuwabara exits the office ignoring anything faintly resembling a conscious. After all, why the hell should he care? If the Toguro brothers wanted to fuck with Yusuke well then fine. If they were gonna kill certain people if their conditions weren't met, so what? Not like he had anyone to call family…well - not living- and from experience he knows killing ghosts is a fucking impossibility.
He senses the hand before it grabs his right bicep and pitches him into the wall. Warm coffee-scented breath washes over his face. "Where the hell are you going ugly?! Didn't you hear those freaks?! Don't you care about Shizune?! They'll kill her if you don't get your ass in line!!!" It's really rude to laugh in someone's face, but… Is he fucking blind? Orange hair, blue eyes, and incredibly pale doesn't match up with brown hair, eyes, and skin. The chances of such a genetic windfall… "Urameshi, you're a fucking idiot. Now get off me, I got shit to do."
Not surprisingly the shorter boy's hands only tighten upon him well on their way to leaving bruises. "The only shit you've got to do is get ready for this tourney, got it? I don't know - " "Hell! Doesn't anybody know or at least wonder?! Fine, let me spell this out! 1.) I don't work for Koenma and I can not be beholden to either of you. 2.) I'm fucking adopted so Shizune has nothing to do with me, not like she ever did. 3.) And most importantly - I'm giving you until the count of three. 1,2,3!" And suddenly Yusuke finds himself through a wall with several large bone spears through his anatomy.
While Yusuke's condition distracted everyone Kuwabara let his spirit awareness lead him to the appropriate gate. Lacking hesitation he stepped through right as a rose whip snapped toward him. Feet on terra firma he begins to run cutting through dim back allies and damp byways stagnate puddles beneath his feet/ Like the standing hairs on his nape he can sense a tireless pursuer and a little beyond that one a familiar grim reaper. Laughing he increases his pace.
Soon he comes to a stairwell he rapidly descends, cutting left at its dark bottom he hurries through the darkness making an exhilarating dash to the meeting hall. If he is going to enter the Dark Tournament he needs the Honor Blades well-established in his conspicuous absence. Entering the sallow light broadcasted by the ancient spotlight above the heavy, green door he pauses. Like many times before he can feel the tumblers of fate clicking into place - opening this door will irreversibly change his fate. An uncanny smirk distorts his face before blooming into an ungodly Smile. The latch clicks.
End Prologue
Sorry, I didn't warn you that Kuwabara was going to be a prat did I? Anyway next chapter sooner, rather then later - by the way does anyone want to send me the list of who fought who in the dark tournament? It'd sure help this story move along faster.