Grief intensified a hold on her as she sat down amidst her friends, she have just returned from the Spirit World after sending Genkai off. Her rose colored eyes were withdrawn, almost sleepy in appearance. She toyed with the hem of her vest, trying desperately to fight back the tears that were forming. "Are you okay Botan?" Shizuru asked, looking at her intently. As much as she could she summoned up her cat face. "Nyaa, yes of course Shizuru! Just a little tired, that's all." Botan stood up from the couch, fidgeted a bit and then proceeded to go to the door. "Going somewhere?" Keiko asked. "Yes, I will just deliver some reports to Koenma, I almost forgot!" She replied.
Her eyes reflected the full moon, tears were streaming down her face as she sat alone in the hotel gardens. Hiding herself amongst the bushes, she managed to conceal her own convulsing body as she cried to her heart's content. "It's unfair..." she choked between her sobs. "It will sometimes be unfair, Botan." She gave a start upon hearing a voice. She wiped some of her tears with her sleeves. A figure sat next to her, ruffling the leaves and squeezing himself in the small space next to her. He stretched his arms, cracked his fingers and let out a yawn. Blue robes covered a bit of her stretched legs and a generous amount of red fabric cascaded on her right shoulder. He smells of ink and paper. "Sir Koenma..."
His brown eyes searched her pink ones. They were bathed in the pale moonlight. Tears started to flow again from her eyes. "It is just not fair to her Koenma, sir. How her life had been and to be cruelly..." she cannot continue her sentence. She felt her own hands being enclosed by her master's warm ones. She haven't noticed the cold air until then. "Fate plays unfair games, sometimes we just have to let it win." His voice evoked years of wisdom. In his long years as the Spirit World ruler, he encountered countless heartbreaking cases. "I wish I could do something for Genkai but I can't." He said in anguish.
A flutter of clothes gave Koenma a start and then suddenly he felt his assistant's hands escaping his grasp. Her arms enveloped him next, her blue hair filling his senses with the smell of lavender...and vanilla. He almost fell over as she hugged him. "Botan!" He exclaimed to the ferry girl. He found himself returning the hug awkwardly. He never felt this close to someone before, as a ruler he always needs to execute proper decorum in all his affairs and exude an air of authority in all his movements. He felt though, in this case, that Botan needed him most. His arms enveloped her more tightly than she did. Two ethereal figures, a ferry girl and the Prince of the Spirit World, locked in an embrace. It must have been a sight. He felt her hot tears soaking his shoulders, too much tears Botan... He thought. They stayed like that for a while, just taking in each others' warmth and comforting each other. "Thank you, Koenma sir." Botan muttered silently and slowly they pulled apart. He replied by smiling while sweeping stray strands of her hair away from her tear streaked face. "Get some good sleep Botan. You need some rest." He slowly stood up, patting the dust off his trousers. He made a start to the hotel but turned around. "Koenma sir?" Botan's surprised face greeted him as he removed his red scarf. Kneeling down, he clumsily wrapped it around the grim reaper's shoulders, tucking it gently until she is fully covered up. "It is cold here." He said as he stood up and went to the door without looking back.
Minutes have passed since Koenma left, Botan was feeling warm and somewhat lighter. She stood up to go back to her hotel room. The moon was shining beautifully as the red scarf flutter against the cold Demon World wind.