The King sighed and flicked a fly off his computer screen. Just because he was now King of the Underworld did not mean that he was forbidden to electrical appliances.
He'd overthrown Koenma...what seemed like a millennia ago. Maybe it had been. Time seemed very unimportant now that demonic life had supplied him with immortality.
'Send,' he clicked, instantly sending a message to fighters world-wide. This time it wouldn't be his life on the line, it'd be others. Now he understood why demons with so much power killed so often. If there was no use for it, then it became a bore. The King had become bored with his powers. No one proved to be worthy of his challenge anymore.
So now he was starting his own tournament. Ayame had come up with the name; he'd fired Botan. She'd been one of the ones who'd stood up for Koenma, thus, she had to be taken care of. Hiei and Kurama had quickly turned against him after that; they'd enforced Koenma along with Botan. Kuwabara was still loyal to Yusuke, and so was Genkai, but they weren't too fond of how the Underworld was run.
The others: Keiko, Yukina, and Shizuru, had all either been supporters of Koenma or had gone missing. Keiko had a pretty skyrocketing bounty on her head; Yusuke was still looking for her. Yukina had supported Koenma; and had been dealt with accordingly. Shizuru had disappeared into the shadows of the night; gone forever. What had happened to the former prince of the
Underworld?
Nobody knew.
No one but Yusuke, that is.
The King stared at the screen for a bit before signing off. He swiveled around in his chair, turning to see Ayame behind him.
"Do you need something?" he prompted, raising an eyebrow.
"Sir," she greeted him, bowing courteously. Her black hair flipped over her eyes, and she brushed it away in annoyance. "I'm afraid that Hanging Neck Island has been posted for reconstruction, meaning it is nearly impossible for use"
The King sighed, irritated. "Find somewhere else, then"
"I'm afraid no one is willing to allow us to use their grounds"
The King slammed his fist down on his, and the former Prince's, desk in anger. "I'm the King, damnit, and I'll do what I please! Force them to, then."
Ayame recoiled at her leader's sudden rush of temper. "Yes, sir." She bowed a second time, exiting. She passed one of the newer pupils in the hallway, another ferry girl. Her name was Eijiro, Ayame recalled.
Eijiro cowered by the door, gripping a piece of paper tightly. Ayame shook her head slightly, signaling it was a bad idea for the newer girl to go in. The new ferry girl flicked a long piece of her short violet hair in Ayame's direction, gathered her wits and walked in, un-announced, on the King.
"Sir," she said, bowing. "Mr. Hiei wanted me to give you this." She held out the paper tentatively. The King swatted it away.
"Whatever he has to say to me," the King growled, "he can say to my face at the tournament"
Eijiro began to argue, but the hand of Ayame caught over her mouth and pulled her back. Ayame's angry eyes glared into Eijiro's as she rebuked her.
"I'm sorry," Eijiro apologized. "But Mr. Hiei said it was important"
"I don't care what Hiei says!" Aayme hissed at the frightened ferry girl. "As long as he stays in Demon World where he belongs, it is of no concern to us"
Eijiro nodded, sorry she'd been mistaken. Ayame straightened her kimono, unruffling her feathers. "Gomen," she apologized, walking off.
Eijiro watched her mentor go, sighing. Ayame-san never seemed to be happy with her. The sad ferry girl picked up her oar and headed out of the main hall. A soft hand landed on her shoulder, making her look up.
Hinageshi-san's kind eyes met Eijiro's. "Don't listen to her," she whispered, smiling and continuing walking, her hand trailing off Eijiro's shoulder like white mist.
Eijiro watched both Ayame-san and Hinageshi-san walk off to finish up their rounds. Work for their new King never ended. He was such a commanding ruler that no one even tried to disobey him. If he was powerful enough to overthrow Koenma, then there wasn't anyone willing to stand up to him. No one with enough power to defeat him existed. Except, possibly, for Yusuke Urameshi.
The explosive anger of the King fluttered out into the hall, papers scattering everywhere. Eijiro reached down and picked up one.
It was a photograph; back when the King was still friends with Hiei-san and Kurama-kun. Yusuke-kun stood in-between the two reformed demons, the demon heir's face faded with the age of the photo.
"Still recalling old memoirs?" came the taunting voice of Hotaru-chan from inside. She'd been a friend of the King since before he'd been King, and a former spirit detective for Koenma to boot. Hotaru-chan was especially antagonizingly happy that she was the only one who could mock the King and get away with it, and she let everyone know it, too.
"Shut up," growled the King. Eijiro tried to move her feet; eavesdropping, especially on her liege, was wrong. But her feet didn't budge.
"I remember this one," Hotaru said, shuffling some papers. "It's Keiko, ne"
The King snarled in response. "Just go do what you're good for, Hotaru"
Hotaru's howl's of laughter could have been heard from outside of the building. "You don't actually expect me to belive that, do you"
The King cut her off. "Get out!" he shouted. Hotaru said something in a softer tone, then breezed out of the room. She passed Eijiro without notice, red hair flaring out behind her, hiding her face.
"Good for nothing bitch..." the King mumbled. Eijiro regained control of her feet and shot off down the hall, her oar slapping against her thigh.
The King waited until he was sure both Eijiro and Hotaru were gone before stacking his precious papers. They were his only connection to the friend he had once been, and to the humanity he had once clung to.
Now he was King of the Underworld and a demon. What did memories matter, anyway?
The King looked down sadly at his photos and longed for the life he'd once had. The tournament was partly to draw back some of the friends who had dropped him like a hot rock when he'd overthrown Koenma Diaoh. Partly to draw back Keiko and Yukina. Partly because he was bored with so much power.
He scoffed at his papers and shoved them to the side, wistful thoughts.
Logging back on the Internet, the King found that he had three new messages. One from Genkai, one from a kitsune he'd had the pleasure of having a run-in with, and one from an unknown user. He clicked on that one first.
ku2yu wrote:
I accept.
A/N: Okies, first, I do not own yahoo. Second, I just made up that address off the top of my head, so don't try mailing it. And also, I do actually own Hotaru-chan and Eijiro-chan. So nobody can have them. snatches away characters Anyway, I require characters in order to carry out this tournament, so you all will have to be helpful and give me some. The only requirements I have for them; one, they canNOT be paired with Kurama or Hiei. If you ask nicely then just MAYBE I might let you. But feel free to ask for any other character. And for the profiles, please remember to include a history (unless you want to make me do the work and make it up for you), a DETAILED personality, and DETAILED appearance. Also please do include what sort of demon they are unless they are human, and a nationality please.
I have a challenge for everybody! Anyone who an guess who the King is will be put on the winning team! Only you won't find out till the end. But eventually it will become more apparent. And also, if you read one chapter, please continue to read the rest. And no flames please. Flames will only be used to scramble my eggs. And possibly toast up my cinnamon toast.
Oh yes; for profiles, use the general list, and please include any special features, habits, weapons and or techniques, and if you are a demon I've never heard of please describe it to me.
And that's it for now I guess. The next chapter will be coming as soon as I get at least three reviews, so till then, ja ne!
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