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Chapter 1: two week notice

Koenma was hiding under his desk in utter fear. His limbs were shaking and his eyes were popping out of his head as he was sucking the living hell out of his pacifier. There was a letter opener on the ground and a slightly crinkled piece of paper on his desk. He, for the first time in six hundred years, was afraid of the dark. But not the normal dark, not the time of the night where both the sun and the moon were hidden from view leaving you helplessly blind, he was afraid of the living dark. The one that gave him nightmares of vile demons ripping his limbs apart just because she scoffed at him that day. That's right, I said she. Koenma was afraid of a woman that he had known near his whole life. The woman he was supposed to exile two hundred years ago, but did it only one hundred years ago because he was scared.

If possible, even a tear went down his little baby face. He was down right terrified. When he had finally thought she was gone, here she is, right back up his ass with death threats. He trembled remembering the horrid things she would say or do to him like, well, death. Who wasn't afraid of death? Especially the slow and painful kind which was what she said she would do to him like she had done to so many humans and demons. She found joy in 'accidentally' murdering these people, and then scaring the crap out of them when they became ghosts. Telling them they would go to hell for their sins, she found glee in watching them cry in fear of her. Which was quite strange, since she had a soft face you never thought could ever do harm to anyone. It was the scythe that did that.

Human mythology said the grim reaper was a black robbed skeleton that came to you to warn you of your own death. Then touch you, and instantly kill you, departing you from the world forever. Some of that was exaggerated. I guess in human eyes, a skeleton is far more fearful than a tiny little girl looking person with a smile that could kill, not literally of course, though she did dream of that possibility. Seeing her before you die would be a virtue in some eyes, you know, if she didn't talk. But she did, because she found pleasure in fear as I have said before. And the one person she loved to scare the most was dear little Koenma. The boy she knew her whole life, the boy who one day in both their lives would rule the worlds, the boy who cried reaper every day, the boy with the weak bladder. Yes, this was the boy she loved to scare, and the boy she was scared to love. Love as a friend of course, how could a deity and a worldly felon be together as one? I don't know either.

Well anyways, back to Koenma. The crinkled note that sat wistfully on his desk, telling him of her return, her revenge, was proof. Two weeks, two weeks till she would be back is what the letter said. Sort of a backwards two weeks notice. Koenma didn't know how she was able to be released from Limbo just after a hundred years since her sentence was due for eternity, but he did not want to see her after he had done one of the scariest things in his life. Ha, scary. Then, he didn't know the true meaning of scary from the barer of bad news. Now that she's completely pissed, she will stop at nothing to get her desired revenge. And with her slender burdens working for her under that black cloth, she could kill the ruler of the world, and take it for her own.

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