The Tomb of Balthier:

-Time: In between the Dark Tournament and Sensui Arcs

1- A Rewrite of Old. And a new Chapter

It was just one of those late evenings. The boring late evenings where there was absolutely nothing to do and absolutely no one to talk to. At least, no one interesting. A short little child-like creature in appearance just stayed were she was, watching everyone all walking on the ceiling. Well...the people were walking on the ground, this creature happened to be sitting upside down, hanging off the chair she was on. No one payed attention to to her, she didn't seem to be the type to be inviting. And those ears.

A Halloween costume all year round? Yeah, that was it. The creature was a freak of a short, female, dwarf of a human. She put permanent fake extensions on her ears to make them extra long and pointy like some sort of Elf. Well...Imp. But without the green furry skin, rounded stature, and leathery wings. So naturally the 'girl' was a bit of a 'loner' or maybe bubbly 'reject'. But that green hair of hers, cut shoulder length by a small blade (Not-so-well-done at that) by chance on this occasion, was maybe the one thing that people tended to not freak out on, calling her a 'punk' even though she didn't wear chains or odd piercings or any such matter.

"Darn it all to Demon World, there's no cool Humans around..." The 'girl' whined lowly to herself. Looking as if you were only about twelve human years old was not a good thing, because she often needed to have a 'parent' or 'guardian' when she traveled back and forth. But that was OK, the 'young' Imp of a creature often had a traveling companion, a man that almost never left her side if there were reason to watch over her. Soon the 'Grand Opening' of the new coffee place was finished, she helping the man clean up after the last guest had cleared out of the door.

Skie, as the strange Imp was named, sighed as she finally sat down for good, upright this time, in the comfiest chair she could find. She looked tired, eyelids drooping slightly as she scratched lazily behind the long pointed ear. Both of them were twitching madly. Not with happiness of listening to something, but for the shear purpose of exercise. Having to force them still for the entire day was maddening enough to drive the girl insane.

"Lestre..." she asked the man, who was fiddling with an amulet necklace that he hid under his shirt as she looked over from the corner of her eye. "...this is iboring/i, do I seriously have to stay and contact the Spirit Detective to do this mission? I mean, I know it will be easier and all, but we really don't need him. And it would let Spirit World know that we are here. Koenma will probably go looking for that hole in the Kekkai Barrier I found to go and close it up."

The man only turned, ebony hair falling over his golden hazel eyes a bit. From what could be seen, his bronze skin looked perfectly even in tan. He only stared calmly at the flat face of his child-like companion. Anyone who seen the handsome man would automatically think he was a sports-man of some sort, perfectly toned into shape. It was a warrior's gait he held, but most Humans would not realize that. They weren't the most observant creatures. Neither one of the two were human. The young girl was actually an Imp, a full blooded demon. And the man was a Draconian, a type of dragon creature. It was the amulet that made him look human. He needed it.

"Yes Miss Demiji. This, situation, involves him too. And his friends. You know that. And helping them out will most assuredly give us a bargaining chip with Spirit World's Young Ruler, for you know he will be onto us soon when we begin to mobilize." He replied in a calm voice, not showing much emotion as he also sat down. This time on a stool. "Are we to go by our other names while we are here?"

The Imp only scratched her ear again, it was itching her. "Well, I deff. can't be spotted as one half o' tha Ol' 'Demiji Assassins'. And I certainly can't be known as 'Skie'. So yeah. 'Fang Draconnan' Sounds like-a good name. But then again, way too many demons know my Merc name. So we need somethin' really different if we're ta go without being spotted until we're ready...but what?"

"How about something that fits with this culture? I shall go by the name 'Benjiro Kenshiro', and you shall be my little sister 'Amaya'."

Skie stuck her tongue out at him. "Icky. Pleyuck. Besides. I look young enough ta be yer daughter. Sorta, if it wassn't fer the chest."

Lestre only sighed. "Well then, you think of something Fang." he said, indicating she was to take charge of the matter and not bother him unless it was something worthwhile that he would be able to have input in on without the girl shooting it down as soon as it leaves his lips.

The Imp gave him a cold stare out of her gray eyes and huffed a bit. "You know what Lestre? Let them come find us. I'll just go by Fang like usual. Let Spirit World piss their pants with nervousness az to what I'm upta. It'll be fun."

She smiled a big, wide grin that only made her look like a devilish creature about to make some poor person's life a living hell. And she would too, in a heartbeat. "I bet that Urameshi boy will be here tomorrow."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Positive."

"If you say so..." came the skeptic reply.