DISCLAIMER! As you probably know, I do not own Harry Potter or Yu Yu
Hakusho. What a pathetic life I lead. XD
Harry stood facing Aunt Petunia's full-length mirror. He hoped this trick would work. He couldn't bear the pain any longer. "No one is ever going to leave me again! It's my turn!" He took a deep breath. "Avada Ke---" He stopped short. Something in the mirror's reflection intrigued him. It appeared as if a blue haired geisha had toppled out of his ceiling. He gave a bored sigh. "Let me guess. You're some apparition from the land of the dead, come to stop me from killing myself." The strange girl giggled. "Bingo! I know this is going to be hard to believe but." Harry cut her short. "Cut the crap, lady. There are only three people I'd listen to right now, and they're all dead. So unless you magically have a message from one of them, I'd suggest you fuck off." She sighed. "Sirius knew you'd try something like this. That's why he sent me." Harry gawked. She bowed. "I am Botan, guide of the River Styx. I took your parents to the spirit world 15 years ago, and your godfather earlier this summer. They agreed to accept their positions in the Underworld under one condition: That you remain safe here on earth. In short, if you kill yourself, you'll be dooming everyone who ever loved you to a life of endless torment, wandering the earth." As added confirmation of this strange story, Sirius' face appeared in the palm of Botan's hand. "Listen to her Harry!" Harry jerked backwards, as though he'd been shot, and crumpled noiselessly to the floor. Botan sighed. "Shit. The boys are going to have a lot of work to do."
Harry regained consciousness to the sound of several voices talking above his head. Groggily, he pushed himself up and adjusted his glasses. Three completely unfamiliar faces stared back at him. "Who the bloody hell are you?" He shouted. The one in green laughed.. "Let me guess. You fainted before Botan could tell you who we are." Harry blushed a furious red. "It's okay," The other boy continued, "I would have fainted the first time I met her, if I hadn't been dead." Seeing Harry's confusion, he stopped blabbering and introduced himself. "I'm Yuusuke Urameshi, Spirit Detective. And the red head on my right is Kurama, also known as Suuichi, also known as Yoko. Don't ask. And the short one on my left is Hiei." Harry, in shock, repeated his question. "Who the bloody hell are you?" Hiei snorted. "Hn. He's too stupid. Let us kill him now." Kurama turned to him. "No Hiei. Didn't you listen to Koenma? This boy is the only thing that keeps the universe in balance. If you kill him, we all cease to be." Hiei glowers. "Good Riddance." Further bickering was stopped by Yuusuke forcibly inserting himself between them. "Don't listen to them Harry. They aren't human, they don't know how tough we have it." Harry sighed, resigned to the strange trio's presence. "Whatever guys. Look, I gotta crash. This attempted suicide thing can wear you out, especially when you're interrupted by three basket cases." He flopped on the bed. "See you in the morning. I'd offer to let you stay here, but my aunt and uncle would kill me if they found out. And we don't want that, do we?" He smiled innocently. "There might be room in the gardening shed, if you scrunch."
Harry stood facing Aunt Petunia's full-length mirror. He hoped this trick would work. He couldn't bear the pain any longer. "No one is ever going to leave me again! It's my turn!" He took a deep breath. "Avada Ke---" He stopped short. Something in the mirror's reflection intrigued him. It appeared as if a blue haired geisha had toppled out of his ceiling. He gave a bored sigh. "Let me guess. You're some apparition from the land of the dead, come to stop me from killing myself." The strange girl giggled. "Bingo! I know this is going to be hard to believe but." Harry cut her short. "Cut the crap, lady. There are only three people I'd listen to right now, and they're all dead. So unless you magically have a message from one of them, I'd suggest you fuck off." She sighed. "Sirius knew you'd try something like this. That's why he sent me." Harry gawked. She bowed. "I am Botan, guide of the River Styx. I took your parents to the spirit world 15 years ago, and your godfather earlier this summer. They agreed to accept their positions in the Underworld under one condition: That you remain safe here on earth. In short, if you kill yourself, you'll be dooming everyone who ever loved you to a life of endless torment, wandering the earth." As added confirmation of this strange story, Sirius' face appeared in the palm of Botan's hand. "Listen to her Harry!" Harry jerked backwards, as though he'd been shot, and crumpled noiselessly to the floor. Botan sighed. "Shit. The boys are going to have a lot of work to do."
Harry regained consciousness to the sound of several voices talking above his head. Groggily, he pushed himself up and adjusted his glasses. Three completely unfamiliar faces stared back at him. "Who the bloody hell are you?" He shouted. The one in green laughed.. "Let me guess. You fainted before Botan could tell you who we are." Harry blushed a furious red. "It's okay," The other boy continued, "I would have fainted the first time I met her, if I hadn't been dead." Seeing Harry's confusion, he stopped blabbering and introduced himself. "I'm Yuusuke Urameshi, Spirit Detective. And the red head on my right is Kurama, also known as Suuichi, also known as Yoko. Don't ask. And the short one on my left is Hiei." Harry, in shock, repeated his question. "Who the bloody hell are you?" Hiei snorted. "Hn. He's too stupid. Let us kill him now." Kurama turned to him. "No Hiei. Didn't you listen to Koenma? This boy is the only thing that keeps the universe in balance. If you kill him, we all cease to be." Hiei glowers. "Good Riddance." Further bickering was stopped by Yuusuke forcibly inserting himself between them. "Don't listen to them Harry. They aren't human, they don't know how tough we have it." Harry sighed, resigned to the strange trio's presence. "Whatever guys. Look, I gotta crash. This attempted suicide thing can wear you out, especially when you're interrupted by three basket cases." He flopped on the bed. "See you in the morning. I'd offer to let you stay here, but my aunt and uncle would kill me if they found out. And we don't want that, do we?" He smiled innocently. "There might be room in the gardening shed, if you scrunch."