A/N: This idea has been in my head for ages now, having gone through so many revisions (starting out only being meant for Botan alone). Basically this is kind of a back-story to both Koenma and Botan that I made up since there's really not that much about them. I originally planned for this to be a series, but as of right now I don't know if that's going to happen. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and the upcoming ones as well. Also, for those disclaimer-nazis out there, I don't own YYH. I only own the OCs and this story. I'll only say that once so keep that in mind.

Noblesse Oblige

I. Dreams

"Falling for a commoner is one thing, Nobuhiro. Falling for a human—even a demon—is another."

The young deity sighed and looked at him directly in the eye with a stern, yet pleading expression. "I know. That is why I'm denouncing my position and passing down my duties to you."

"What? But—Oniisama—"

"I know this may seem selfish, but I cannot rule this world knowing I can't be with the woman I love. As my brother, it is your duty to protect the throne—both our father's and the Crown Prince, is it not?"

In response, he nodded.

"Then I trust that the Spirit World will be in good hands. I hope you can forgive me someday."

"But Nobuhiro—wait—"

In a matter of seconds, he vanished out of thin air—something he didn't recall happening before—and he was left alone.

"Nobuhiro—"

What? He didn't remember going to his room last night—let alone leaving his office at all, or changing into his pajamas. So how exactly did he get—

Oh, of course…her.

"Awake already?" the blue-haired ferry-girl queried, going in the room with a cup of hot who-knows-what in her hand. Coffee, perhaps? Maybe so; she'd been drinking that quite often since Shizuru introduced them to her. According to her, it was supposed to help one stay awake; oddly for the both of them, it gave quite the opposite effect.

"How did you manage to get me in here?" he asked her as she sat herself on the foot of his bed, leaving the cup on his nightstand.

"I had help. I saw you dozing off in your desk, so I figured I'd carry you in here. Being the prude you are, I called George on the way to change you into those," she replied, pointing to his clothes.

"But what about the—"

"Oh yes, the workload. Took care of it already. Although, there are several documents that need your signature. I placed them in a green folder on your desk," she answered once more with a smile. "And don't even think about sneaking out to get them done! You need the rest, Koenma. We both know that."

Knowing he won't be able to win this fight anyway, he just nodded and gave thanks to the girl.

"Here, drink this—it should help," she said, handing him the cup which she had placed on his nightstand just a moment ago.

Ah, so it was for him? Figures…now he really can't get out of this one.

"Sleep well, prince," she told him before leaving the room completely.

Sleep well…

He could only hope.