Enma's Team
Disclaimer: Don't own YYH or IY. If I did, why would I write these?
Summery: Koenma made a bet with his father. Not thinking that it would be a problem, because the strongest people, even though some are stupid, are in his team. So how can his father win? Will secrets be told? We'll find out…in the dark tournament, I guess…
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Chapter 1: Betting
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A toddler sat by his desk wearing a big hat on his head that had the letters JR on it. He wore a blue and red shirt with yellow pants. His hat was also blue and red, but mostly blue.
Staring at his papers with annoyance, he grabbed one from the pile. 'I finish one pile, and another comes. When will it end!' Resting his head on his desk, brown eyes glared at one pile on the left side of his desk. 'Maybe I can get my detectives to do it…or George…hmmm…'
About to open his mouth, a girl with blue eyes and blue hair in a high ponytail, and wearing a blue kimono came in, smiling away. "Koenma, sir!" She said cheerily.
Sighing, the one known as Koenma spoke up. "What is it Botan?"
"King Enma wants to see you in his office sir!"
Getting up, he began to walk to the door. Going out, Botan followed beside him down a bunch of hallways where people were scurrying about to his father's office.
"Those go here and- Koenma my son! Take a seat." Enma said, putting some files away. "Your dismissed Botan."
"Yes sir." She said with a bow, walking out and closing the door behind her.
Sitting down on the chair in front of his fathers desk, he waited for what was supposed to come. Normally, he would just be sitting at his desk, and when something important came, his father would send a messenger the news. He never actually called him to the office, unless it was to get a lecture, because of his team, or to get punished for something.
"I would like to talk to you about your team."
Ahhh, so it was the team. "What about them, father?" he asked, already knowing what was going to be said.
"I think it is in your best intrest to find a stronger team. As soon as the two-the fox and the forbidden- are done with their time, you should start up on finding stronger team members." Enma went on, trying to find a way for his son to change the members.
"Father. Not to be rude, but my team is just fine! They could, and would, beat yours anyday! Seeing as is there is none strong enough to actually beat them."
"Is that a challenge, my dear son?" Enma asked, raising a brow. "I bet I could find a team to beat yours. What would you want to wager in this?"
"Hmmm…" He sat there thinking for a minute before his eyes got wide, and his face brightened. "All my paperwork for the next…500 years, giving me a vacation."
"Very well…then I will have to say I will have someone train your team further. I will not say anything about your team either, no matter how much I detest it."
"Deal." They both shook hands, and Koenma got up and walked back to his office-more like skipped- to call his spirit detective team.
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Watching his son skip out the door, he kind of felt bad for him. He moved over a few objects to show a little button. He turned on the miniature monitor that hadn't been used in 3 years.
To Be Continued…
I know it is short, but it will get a lot longer with time. I didn't want to give out too much information. So…R&R! Flames are welcome, 'cause I don't care! 3 reviews! Thank you!
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