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OCC: Jigoku, Sin Jigoku/Jaganshi! No Touchies Nor Stealies!


鬼 Forbidden Daughter 棄

Chapter: Just the Beginning

At Koenma's head quarters in the spirit world, everything is in chaos. Papers are flying off chess nut wood desks. Phones are constantly ringing, as ogres, demons and spirits working for Koenma, run around frustrated with the frantic dilemma that has been brought on them.

Over at Koenma's office the busy surroundings start to dwindle and the clattering of noises and phones sound more distant as you walk down a long dim lighted hallway, decorated with sage green striped wallpaper with canvas paintings of enchant wars, outlined with gold painted frames. The floor tiled with ivory, white marble that would shine like freshly waxed floors, when given the chance of light. At the very end of the hall, two big red doors mark where Koenma's office is.

A big blue muscular ogre wearing a leopard, skinned loincloth, speed walks down the hallway. He had thin, shoulder length, silver hair crowning around his noggin with one small white horn protruding from the top of his forehead. He quickly comes to the big red doors and pushes them wide open. Light spills into the hallway before quickly vanishing when the doors slammed shut.

"The demon realm's Lunar village is being slaughtered! The grim reapers cannot handle so many spirits sir! We have to do something!" shouted George, the blue ogre. Koenma does not stir; showing no acknowledgment that the ogre was even there. George studies Koenmas' serious, and yet, almost sickly, staring straight ahead, never taking his eyes off whatever he was looking at. Koenma's elbows are on his dark chocolate, brown colored wooden desk, his hands folded together against his lips.

"I know Ogre..." his said, finally responding, "I know," he whispered. The ogre slowly turns his head, looking over his shoulder to see what Koenma has been starring at this whole time. He gasps and trembles. On the big wide screen TV there was fire-engulfed lands with demon body parts and organs scattered in mounds of flesh, some still connected to severed torsos and chests of all kinds on the blood-drenched grounds. Even the children are not spared.

On the screen, two trembling demon children are on the earth packed ground, holding onto each other, looking up at what seemed to be frightening them. Two walking legs stepped in from the right hand side of the screen, heading towards the two crying children. The legs stop and slowly slide apart, shoulder width against the dirt. The children can be seen only five feet away between her feet. The swords blade shined from the fire's light, as blood slowly crawls down its length. The children's tears stream down their faces as their mute cries came to deaf ears. Koenma slams his hands on his desk, making the ogre jump and look at him.

"NO!" Koenma shouted. His dark brown eyes tremble as he watches the sword rise up to the sky. The screen cuts off to the distance showing the shadowed figures in the fires around them. The one holding the sword strikes down swiftly as if the sword never cut through the children at all, but, blood began to seep from the corners of the children's lips before the heads of the children start to slowly slide off their shoulders, falling on the ground behind their decapitated bodies. Blood splatters and pours out from the necks, falling to the ground, putting out the flames around them just enough to see the figure holding the katana. The camera's shot views closer to this silhouette, revealing long raven black hair, floating around a sixteen-year-old girl, dressed of black samurai kimonos. Her pale, blood-splattered skin looked cold and dead. Her eyes were closed, her face as still as calm water.

Koenma clinched his fists tighter on his desk watching a gust of wind blow her hair gently across her face. She lifts her head as her dark lashes rise, showing lifeless crimson orbs.

Koenma whips his head to ogre. "Ogre are you taping this?!" Koenma shouted.

Ogre grinned and nodded his head. "See the record button on the screen?" said the ogre pointing at the screen.

Koenma turned is head looking back at the screen. "What?! She's disappeared! Find out where she has gone and who she is pronto! We must capture at all costs before more of the innocent are killed!" He shouted.

George scrambled to the open red doors, running through and slamming them shut behind him, making Koenma irritable. The baby Koenma sits back down in his chair, sighing from over stress. There is a knock on the door. Koenma gets angered. "What? What is it?!" he shouted. The door slowly opened to revile Botan, a little reluctant to come in.

"Um heh-heh Koenma sir?" she asked.

"What?" he said in a droned out voice. He knew she was working just as hard or even harder to keep up with leading the spirits into the afterlife.

Botan walked in wearing her pink kimono with her sky blue hair up in a ponytail, like always. She puts her hands up the long sleeves of her kimono, walking to the front desk. "I'm here to bring you the news of the spirit world count sir," she said quietly. Koenma looked up at her as an uneasy silence filled the room. "More than fifteen-hundred spirits have been counted within one hour... and suddenly just stopped." Koenma narrowed his eyes in thought.

"What is the point of this senseless slaughtering?"

"I do not know sir," she said looking down at his desk. Silence filled the room again for a long while.

"It's been twenty-one years..." he mumbled under his breath against his folded hands. (The five years after the Kings Tournament plus sixteen, add it up)

Botan looks up at him in question then her eyes widen. "But they have retired sir and now have families and jobs to take care of they can't have this on their shoulders too" she said concerned about her old friends.

"Botan I'm sure I know who is behind this... and it won't only be demon world that will be attacked it will all worlds... he has tried this once before twenty-five hundred years ago... and it's not going to happen again..." Koenma said looking at Botan to see if it rang a bell to her at all.

Botan thought for a moment her eyes darting back and forth thinking of who could do this again and then she found her answer, her eyes slowly widen, as her shaking pupils grow smaller. "No... it can't be," she said rushing over to one of the file rooms in Koenma's office.

Koenma watched through his slitted eyes as Botan disappeared into the room. You could hear her go through filing cabinet after filing cabinet until one was shut really hard and she came jogging out to Koenma's desk laying everything out.

"As I thought he was banned with the mark of heaven to only do good and forced to be pure as his punishment instead of a death sentence," she said reading the files Koenma got another couple of papers from the bottom of an inch so stack of papers from this man's files, reading them.

"These haven't been updated in over eighteen years, god knows where and what he is doing now," said Koenma putting the papers down and rubbing his forehead thinking and then the doors open and a smiling blue ogre comes trading through.

"We found the files!" he said handing them over to Koenma. Koenma took the yellow file and opened it there was a couple pictures of a girl with raven black and crimson eyes as she was growing up and the first kills she had made in each world. He looks down seeing how old she is and who her name is. He gasps slightly choking on his saliva coughing.

"That's... That confirms who is behind all this.... JIGOKU!" he shouted and gritted his teeth. Botan looked at the girl's profile.

"Sin... Jigoku, age should be around sixteen, black hair, crimson eyes, and 5"5," whispered Botan to herself. She looks so familiar, but I don't recall ever meeting her... who is she?

".... -an... -tan... BOTAN!" shouted Koenma.

Botan jumped eeping slightly looking at Koenma.

"Get the spirit detectives now... Their children age fifteen and older must come if they have spiritual powers... I'm forming a new spirit detective group NOW GO!" he shouted. Botan hesitated opening her mouth to say something when Koenma screams at the top of his longs.

"GO!" Botan jumps and hurries to the big red painted wood doors lifting her hand above her waist making an oar appear she jumps on it and flies off out of the Spirit world building. Koenma takes a deep breath. I do not EVER want this to happen on my hands again I will stop this right here, right now! he thought.