Disclaimer: YuYu Hakusho and Rurouni Kenshin belong to Shonen Jump, not me.
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The three teenagers watched with interest as the girl with the long blue ponytail careened into the ramen shop, a toddler with a big blue pacifier in his mouth under her arm.
"Yukimura-san is certainly busy with the ramen shop today," the boy with the big headphones said.
"She sure has some weird customers," the girl said with a click of her pearls. "What number is that now?"
Their midget friend slurped his ramen noodles. "Let's see," he said, "There was the redhead who looked like a girl, the ugly guy with the poofy orange hair, the really short guy with the mean glare, and the girl with the cigarette. Did I leave anyone out?"
The girl slapped him upside the head. "Shut up, Manta. I didn't need you to give me a full biography," she said. "Let's go inside and see what's going on."
"You're the evil genius, Anna, not me," the headphones boy shrugged. Anna grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the ramen shop.
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"So what's all this about, Koenma?" Yusuke asked. "I'm sure it's something important, or you wouldn't have dragged your royal butt out here."
"It's so important he hasn't even told me!" Botan wailed. "You're so mean, Koenma! Don't make me get out my baseball bat!"
Koenma gulped. "Now, calm down, Botan," he said. "This is very important. If this isn't remedied, history could be changed."
Shizuru lifted an eyebrow. "History could be changed?" she repeated. Hiei snorted.
"Seven people have disappeared from Japanese history," Koenma began. "One of these people was instrumental in the founding of the Meiji era. If we don't get the Battousai back to 1878, history as we know it will vanish."
"Battousai- the manslayer," Kurama mused.
Koenma whirled around. "And you, Kurama- this could change you too. Your mother is a descendent of Himura Kenshin!" Kurama became very pale.
"So what do we do, Koenma?" Keiko asked.
"Each of you will be assigned to a person. We have to convince them to return to their own era."
Yusuke cracked his knuckles. "So where do we find these bakas?" he asked.
Koenma sweat dropped. "Eh…the year 2078..."
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