Koenma's Daughter's
Author's notes: I retitled this one, for two reasons. First, they are all in a legal sense, 'Koenma's daughter's', and second, a scene popped into my head of Flare saying, 'Hn, baka ningen, you think you have it in you to catch one of Koenma's Daughter's?' So this fic is now officially Koenma's Daughter's. Disclaimers: I don't own Koenma, Genkai, or Botan, the only series character's used here. I do own the girl's. Any attempts to use the sister's without my permission will bring a small half human, 1/4 Koorime, 1/4 fire demon female with a black dragon tattoo down on the offender's rears. Note, this will be a DBZ Xover later, with some OOC for chara's I don't know well. CherryX?, NekoXGohan, KarmaXTrunks, Flare stays single, for now.
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Flare grunted as she hauled her dresser out of the moving truck, thankful no ningen's were around to see a small girl moving a piece of furniture twice her size as if it were doll sized. Why she needed a dresser this size was beyond her Youko sense of reason, because Koenma-san wouldn't let her store her knives and swords in it, only her clothes. Still, she did have to have it. A burst of speed and a lunge up the stairs and through her new bedroom door landed the dresser in the corner she wanted it in. Flare grunted and started back down the stairs.
To find a strange boy in Koenma-san's new driveway, looking through HER sword collection.
Vroni had only a few seconds warning and an angry yowl before he was picked up and bodily thrown out of the moving van, to hit the gravel driveway hard. He looked up, slowly, to see a girl that could only be described as tiny, with the most furious blood red eyes he'd ever seen, and tri colored black, red, and yellow hair, dressed all in black hovering over the swords. The demonic apperation opened her mouth and hissed in a low, horrifying voice. "Mine."
Vroni spread his hand's and tried to slither backwards at the same time. "Okay, whatever you say lady. The sword's are yours."
Flare studied the appearently full ningen male with curiousity and contempt. He had long, wavy, pale blue hair that hung around his face, which was scratched and dirtied. He was slim, but it was a fighter's slimness, not a weakling's. His clothes were equally dirty, and there was blood on them, she could tell by the scent. But it was his eyes and his ki that interested her, for his eyes were silver, not grey, not blue, true silver with a fine rim of gold, and his ki was like her Sister's, a strange three way of Ningen, Youko, and Reikai ki. She grunted. "Hn. Who are you, male?" Flare barely managed to avoid adding the word 'Ningen' to the end of her sentence.
Vroni slowly stood, not noticing that the girl tensed up and started snarling. "I... I call myself Vroni, I know no other name for myself." He spoke the truth, he didn't know who he was, or where he'd come from. Vroni didn't miss the girl's surprised hiss, and he started to ask if she knew something, when a more cultured, silvery voice broke in.
"Flare! You're supposed to be moving stuff, not scaring the neighbor's!" Vroni blinked in surprise at the tall red head in a pink dress with the most beautiful face and the palest blue eyes he'd ever seen. The girl took one look at him and tutted. "Really, we have a guest and you let him stand around dirty and hurt? He can borrow one of Koenma-san's bathrobes while his clothes get cleaned, and he could do with a washing himself! I'm Cherry Minamino, please come in." Vroni barely had time to blink before the vision that called herself Cherry grabbed him by an arm and marched him towards the house.
Flare snorted, then picked up a basket full of swords. She let out a short laugh as she thought of the boy's name, then frowned. Why would a ningen raised boy bear a Youko and Reikai name which meant Wind?
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Vroni touched the sleeve's of the bathrobe, still unable to believe that it was actual velvet. It was a beautiful deep blue shade, and it had silver scroll pattern's all over it. Vroni frowned as a memory teased at the edges of his mind. He'd had a scrap of similar velvet when he was little, but it had been burned by a bigger boy. Also, the velvet had been a deep green, not blue. He shrugged the memory off, then stepped out of the bathroom.
Without warning, the feeling of every ki in the house hit him. Five seperate ki's, four female and like his own, the fifth male and totally alien, not human at all. And coming at him fast. Vroni cried out as his mind slipped into darkness, barely registering that the man with the strange ki and... a pacifier?... had caught him.
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Koenma appeared in the living room, laying the unconcious Vroni on the couch and turning to the four girl's who termed themselves 'Koenma's Daughter's' his golden eyes furious. "Who brought an unstable ki warrior into the house?" Neko looked blank, Karma shrugged, Flare grunted, and Cherry looked guilty. Koenma shot a surprised glance over at Cherry. "You Cherry?"
Flare grunted again. "Baka half Ningen fox, she found me 'playing' with him and brought him in like she does with those kittens."
Cherry looked down at the floor. "He was hurt, and his ki was absolutely stable when I saw him. There wasn't even a flicker in the way it flowed to suggest that he wasn't settled. I ..." Koenma held his hand up for silence. He didn't need a three hour explaination of how stable the boy's ki had been. That the boy's ki had suddenly exploded did not bode good. He looked over at the girl's again. "Did any of you catch his name?"
Flare nodded. "He says he knows no other name than Vroni."
The remaining three and Koenma's eyebrow's both rose, then Koenma looked at Vroni curiously. What strange interbreeding had brought a boy with a Reikai Tantei's ki and a name that was from both of the other world's?
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Well? I wrote this after an all nighter and a slight family emergency...
Flare: Hn. Stupid Authoress Mother means that if it sucks, she's sorry because of it...
... What Flare said...
Author's notes: I retitled this one, for two reasons. First, they are all in a legal sense, 'Koenma's daughter's', and second, a scene popped into my head of Flare saying, 'Hn, baka ningen, you think you have it in you to catch one of Koenma's Daughter's?' So this fic is now officially Koenma's Daughter's. Disclaimers: I don't own Koenma, Genkai, or Botan, the only series character's used here. I do own the girl's. Any attempts to use the sister's without my permission will bring a small half human, 1/4 Koorime, 1/4 fire demon female with a black dragon tattoo down on the offender's rears. Note, this will be a DBZ Xover later, with some OOC for chara's I don't know well. CherryX?, NekoXGohan, KarmaXTrunks, Flare stays single, for now.
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Flare grunted as she hauled her dresser out of the moving truck, thankful no ningen's were around to see a small girl moving a piece of furniture twice her size as if it were doll sized. Why she needed a dresser this size was beyond her Youko sense of reason, because Koenma-san wouldn't let her store her knives and swords in it, only her clothes. Still, she did have to have it. A burst of speed and a lunge up the stairs and through her new bedroom door landed the dresser in the corner she wanted it in. Flare grunted and started back down the stairs.
To find a strange boy in Koenma-san's new driveway, looking through HER sword collection.
Vroni had only a few seconds warning and an angry yowl before he was picked up and bodily thrown out of the moving van, to hit the gravel driveway hard. He looked up, slowly, to see a girl that could only be described as tiny, with the most furious blood red eyes he'd ever seen, and tri colored black, red, and yellow hair, dressed all in black hovering over the swords. The demonic apperation opened her mouth and hissed in a low, horrifying voice. "Mine."
Vroni spread his hand's and tried to slither backwards at the same time. "Okay, whatever you say lady. The sword's are yours."
Flare studied the appearently full ningen male with curiousity and contempt. He had long, wavy, pale blue hair that hung around his face, which was scratched and dirtied. He was slim, but it was a fighter's slimness, not a weakling's. His clothes were equally dirty, and there was blood on them, she could tell by the scent. But it was his eyes and his ki that interested her, for his eyes were silver, not grey, not blue, true silver with a fine rim of gold, and his ki was like her Sister's, a strange three way of Ningen, Youko, and Reikai ki. She grunted. "Hn. Who are you, male?" Flare barely managed to avoid adding the word 'Ningen' to the end of her sentence.
Vroni slowly stood, not noticing that the girl tensed up and started snarling. "I... I call myself Vroni, I know no other name for myself." He spoke the truth, he didn't know who he was, or where he'd come from. Vroni didn't miss the girl's surprised hiss, and he started to ask if she knew something, when a more cultured, silvery voice broke in.
"Flare! You're supposed to be moving stuff, not scaring the neighbor's!" Vroni blinked in surprise at the tall red head in a pink dress with the most beautiful face and the palest blue eyes he'd ever seen. The girl took one look at him and tutted. "Really, we have a guest and you let him stand around dirty and hurt? He can borrow one of Koenma-san's bathrobes while his clothes get cleaned, and he could do with a washing himself! I'm Cherry Minamino, please come in." Vroni barely had time to blink before the vision that called herself Cherry grabbed him by an arm and marched him towards the house.
Flare snorted, then picked up a basket full of swords. She let out a short laugh as she thought of the boy's name, then frowned. Why would a ningen raised boy bear a Youko and Reikai name which meant Wind?
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Vroni touched the sleeve's of the bathrobe, still unable to believe that it was actual velvet. It was a beautiful deep blue shade, and it had silver scroll pattern's all over it. Vroni frowned as a memory teased at the edges of his mind. He'd had a scrap of similar velvet when he was little, but it had been burned by a bigger boy. Also, the velvet had been a deep green, not blue. He shrugged the memory off, then stepped out of the bathroom.
Without warning, the feeling of every ki in the house hit him. Five seperate ki's, four female and like his own, the fifth male and totally alien, not human at all. And coming at him fast. Vroni cried out as his mind slipped into darkness, barely registering that the man with the strange ki and... a pacifier?... had caught him.
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Koenma appeared in the living room, laying the unconcious Vroni on the couch and turning to the four girl's who termed themselves 'Koenma's Daughter's' his golden eyes furious. "Who brought an unstable ki warrior into the house?" Neko looked blank, Karma shrugged, Flare grunted, and Cherry looked guilty. Koenma shot a surprised glance over at Cherry. "You Cherry?"
Flare grunted again. "Baka half Ningen fox, she found me 'playing' with him and brought him in like she does with those kittens."
Cherry looked down at the floor. "He was hurt, and his ki was absolutely stable when I saw him. There wasn't even a flicker in the way it flowed to suggest that he wasn't settled. I ..." Koenma held his hand up for silence. He didn't need a three hour explaination of how stable the boy's ki had been. That the boy's ki had suddenly exploded did not bode good. He looked over at the girl's again. "Did any of you catch his name?"
Flare nodded. "He says he knows no other name than Vroni."
The remaining three and Koenma's eyebrow's both rose, then Koenma looked at Vroni curiously. What strange interbreeding had brought a boy with a Reikai Tantei's ki and a name that was from both of the other world's?
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Well? I wrote this after an all nighter and a slight family emergency...
Flare: Hn. Stupid Authoress Mother means that if it sucks, she's sorry because of it...
... What Flare said...