Imouto
Amai: For authenticity (and because I'm finally learning more), I've thrown a few Japanese words into this story. -Chan and -kun are hard to translate, so just remember that they are for friends, -chan for females (and occasionally males, but only if you're being cutesy) and -kun for males. All others will be translated at the end of the chapter. Also, the names are in traditional Japanese format, last name first.
CHAPTER ONE: Meeting Mizuki
The Spirit Detective team found themselves gathered around Koenma's desk, all looking either confused, curious, bored, or some combination of the above. The leader of Spirit World had called them all in, saying it was urgent and they had to show up right away. He'd been so nervous- or something akin to that- that he had actually dropped his binkie three times. Koenma could keep that thing in his mouth through any predicament, even having the ogre forcefully tug on the babyish accessory, so if he was worked up enough to drop it then there was something quite wrong!
"So what's up?" Yusuke finally asked. Koenma had been sitting staring at them- well, more like through them for a solid five minutes. Yusuke was getting ticked.
"Mizuki," Koenma practically growled. The whole team was rather surprised; none of them had ever heard the toddler use that tone!
The four guys all exchanged glances, but Botan seemed to know what Koenma was talking about. "What's wrong this time?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing together in concern.
"That stupid girl has done SOMETHING to have a demon assassin after her, and she doesn't even know what it is!" Koenma shouted, his tiny body lifting from the seat with the sheer force of his agitation.
"Who is Mizuki?" Hiei finally asked just when it seemed that the toddler was about to hyperventilate. Koenma simply pressed a button on his desk, opening a door on the far wall. A teenage girl who had apparently been leaning on said door fell backwards into the office. She promptly scrambled to her feet and dusted herself off, smiling brightly at the others. She had very straight brown hair that fell about an inch below her chin and dark brown eyes that sparkled. She was dressed like an American human, wearing a yellow, blue and red striped spaghetti strap top with flare-legged low- slung jeans and bright yellow flip-flops. It gave her a very cheery effect.
"I wondered when you were going to let me out of there, anchan [1]!" she said happily, hopping over to hug Koenma tightly around the neck. The toddler began to grumble complaints and a several veins popped out on his forehead.
"I didn't know you had an imouto [2], brat," Yusuke laughed. It was a rather strange sight to see a teenage girl hugging a toddler and calling him "big brother", so he wasn't the only one laughing.
"Mizu-chan, it's been a long time!" Botan said gleefully, running and embracing the girl. "You've let your hair grow out." Mizuki nodded and tossed about the brown tresses.
"Hey, where did your friend Jorge the ogre go?" Mizuki suddenly asked Koenma.
"He ran away screaming the second he heard you were coming," Koenma replied grumpily. "Last time you were here you 're-filed' all his important paperwork after eating too much chocolate, remember? He's probably chained himself to the file cabinets again."
"Enough chit-chat, why are we here?" Hiei snapped. The fire demon was becoming increasingly impatient with the current situation.
"An assassin is after Mizuki, and since this particular assassin just happens to be a demon, you are going to be her bodyguards," Koenma explained. "Mizuki lives in the Human World, in America. You will all be staying at her house until the assassin is apprehended." Koenma glanced around the room to see the silent team's reactions.
"So we don't know how long this is going to last?" Kurama asked. Koenma nodded.
Mizuki suddenly grinned. "Hello new friends! My name is Mizuki, but my friends call me Mizu-chan! May I have the pleasure of learning all your names as well, since we will all be living together?" She looked around expectantly.
Kurama was the first to reply. "You may call me Kurama. I'm-"
"A kitsune [3], pleased to meet you, I've heard about you!" Kurama thought Mizuki was going to shake his hand, but instead she jumped on him and clung with her arms and legs. "You're a good height for glomping," she observed. Kurama was blushing beet red. "Okay, who do I meet next?"
Kuwabara jumped forward and held his arms open wide. "I'm Kuwabara Kazuma, but my friends just call me Kuwabara. I'm a good height for glomping too!" He was practically drooling. Instead of glomping him, however, Mizuki slapped him heartily on the back.
"Sorry, I don't glomp guys that I know are pervs," she told him. "Hey Koenma-anchan, does the hentai [4] have to come too?"
"I don't suppose so..." Koenma said thoughtfully. At the moment, his "big brother instincts" were trying to kick in and even though he absolutely hated his imouto, he wanted the redheaded hentai AWAY from Mizuki. "Kuwabara, you're in charge of finding out the assassin's identity and whereabouts. Everyone ELSE will be Mizuki's bodyguards." Kuwabara's jaw dropped, Yusuke was laughing his head off, and Mizuki seemed smug. No one else really seemed to care.
Yusuke's laughter was cut short when Mizuki glomped him from behind. "So what's your name?" she asked while petting his slicked-back hair to see what it felt like.
"Urameshi Yusuke," the punk answered. "You can get off me now."
Mizuki ignored his last comment. "Well, Yusuke-kun, you're not as good a height for glomping as Kurama-kun, but I like your hair," she said, stroking the slick black strands. But in a moment she was gone again, this time bothering the fire demon.
"So, by process of elimination, you must be Hiei," she observed. She bent over and met Hiei's red gaze with her own chocolate brown one. After about a fifteen second staring contest, she spoke. "You're short." Hiei merely "hn"-ed and closed his eyes.
Mizuki seemed pleased that she now knew all her bodyguards and bounded over to Koenma's desk. She took off his large bulbous hat and placed it on her own head. "I think that it's time for you to go home now, Mizuki," Koenma growled.
"Okay!" she agreed, shoving her anchan's hat back on his head. "Let's go my new friends!" She swept around the room until she had her arms and/or hands linked with all four of her bodyguards. "Sayonara [5] Koenma-anchan!" Mizuki called out. Suddenly she, Kurama, Yusuke, Botan, and Hiei disappeared into thin air.
Translations
1: Older brother
2: Little sister
3: Fox demon
4: In this case, pervert
5: Goodbye
Amai: For authenticity (and because I'm finally learning more), I've thrown a few Japanese words into this story. -Chan and -kun are hard to translate, so just remember that they are for friends, -chan for females (and occasionally males, but only if you're being cutesy) and -kun for males. All others will be translated at the end of the chapter. Also, the names are in traditional Japanese format, last name first.
CHAPTER ONE: Meeting Mizuki
The Spirit Detective team found themselves gathered around Koenma's desk, all looking either confused, curious, bored, or some combination of the above. The leader of Spirit World had called them all in, saying it was urgent and they had to show up right away. He'd been so nervous- or something akin to that- that he had actually dropped his binkie three times. Koenma could keep that thing in his mouth through any predicament, even having the ogre forcefully tug on the babyish accessory, so if he was worked up enough to drop it then there was something quite wrong!
"So what's up?" Yusuke finally asked. Koenma had been sitting staring at them- well, more like through them for a solid five minutes. Yusuke was getting ticked.
"Mizuki," Koenma practically growled. The whole team was rather surprised; none of them had ever heard the toddler use that tone!
The four guys all exchanged glances, but Botan seemed to know what Koenma was talking about. "What's wrong this time?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing together in concern.
"That stupid girl has done SOMETHING to have a demon assassin after her, and she doesn't even know what it is!" Koenma shouted, his tiny body lifting from the seat with the sheer force of his agitation.
"Who is Mizuki?" Hiei finally asked just when it seemed that the toddler was about to hyperventilate. Koenma simply pressed a button on his desk, opening a door on the far wall. A teenage girl who had apparently been leaning on said door fell backwards into the office. She promptly scrambled to her feet and dusted herself off, smiling brightly at the others. She had very straight brown hair that fell about an inch below her chin and dark brown eyes that sparkled. She was dressed like an American human, wearing a yellow, blue and red striped spaghetti strap top with flare-legged low- slung jeans and bright yellow flip-flops. It gave her a very cheery effect.
"I wondered when you were going to let me out of there, anchan [1]!" she said happily, hopping over to hug Koenma tightly around the neck. The toddler began to grumble complaints and a several veins popped out on his forehead.
"I didn't know you had an imouto [2], brat," Yusuke laughed. It was a rather strange sight to see a teenage girl hugging a toddler and calling him "big brother", so he wasn't the only one laughing.
"Mizu-chan, it's been a long time!" Botan said gleefully, running and embracing the girl. "You've let your hair grow out." Mizuki nodded and tossed about the brown tresses.
"Hey, where did your friend Jorge the ogre go?" Mizuki suddenly asked Koenma.
"He ran away screaming the second he heard you were coming," Koenma replied grumpily. "Last time you were here you 're-filed' all his important paperwork after eating too much chocolate, remember? He's probably chained himself to the file cabinets again."
"Enough chit-chat, why are we here?" Hiei snapped. The fire demon was becoming increasingly impatient with the current situation.
"An assassin is after Mizuki, and since this particular assassin just happens to be a demon, you are going to be her bodyguards," Koenma explained. "Mizuki lives in the Human World, in America. You will all be staying at her house until the assassin is apprehended." Koenma glanced around the room to see the silent team's reactions.
"So we don't know how long this is going to last?" Kurama asked. Koenma nodded.
Mizuki suddenly grinned. "Hello new friends! My name is Mizuki, but my friends call me Mizu-chan! May I have the pleasure of learning all your names as well, since we will all be living together?" She looked around expectantly.
Kurama was the first to reply. "You may call me Kurama. I'm-"
"A kitsune [3], pleased to meet you, I've heard about you!" Kurama thought Mizuki was going to shake his hand, but instead she jumped on him and clung with her arms and legs. "You're a good height for glomping," she observed. Kurama was blushing beet red. "Okay, who do I meet next?"
Kuwabara jumped forward and held his arms open wide. "I'm Kuwabara Kazuma, but my friends just call me Kuwabara. I'm a good height for glomping too!" He was practically drooling. Instead of glomping him, however, Mizuki slapped him heartily on the back.
"Sorry, I don't glomp guys that I know are pervs," she told him. "Hey Koenma-anchan, does the hentai [4] have to come too?"
"I don't suppose so..." Koenma said thoughtfully. At the moment, his "big brother instincts" were trying to kick in and even though he absolutely hated his imouto, he wanted the redheaded hentai AWAY from Mizuki. "Kuwabara, you're in charge of finding out the assassin's identity and whereabouts. Everyone ELSE will be Mizuki's bodyguards." Kuwabara's jaw dropped, Yusuke was laughing his head off, and Mizuki seemed smug. No one else really seemed to care.
Yusuke's laughter was cut short when Mizuki glomped him from behind. "So what's your name?" she asked while petting his slicked-back hair to see what it felt like.
"Urameshi Yusuke," the punk answered. "You can get off me now."
Mizuki ignored his last comment. "Well, Yusuke-kun, you're not as good a height for glomping as Kurama-kun, but I like your hair," she said, stroking the slick black strands. But in a moment she was gone again, this time bothering the fire demon.
"So, by process of elimination, you must be Hiei," she observed. She bent over and met Hiei's red gaze with her own chocolate brown one. After about a fifteen second staring contest, she spoke. "You're short." Hiei merely "hn"-ed and closed his eyes.
Mizuki seemed pleased that she now knew all her bodyguards and bounded over to Koenma's desk. She took off his large bulbous hat and placed it on her own head. "I think that it's time for you to go home now, Mizuki," Koenma growled.
"Okay!" she agreed, shoving her anchan's hat back on his head. "Let's go my new friends!" She swept around the room until she had her arms and/or hands linked with all four of her bodyguards. "Sayonara [5] Koenma-anchan!" Mizuki called out. Suddenly she, Kurama, Yusuke, Botan, and Hiei disappeared into thin air.
Translations
1: Older brother
2: Little sister
3: Fox demon
4: In this case, pervert
5: Goodbye