"So what do we do with her?"
"I don't know."
"Lay her down right there. Gently, gently. We don't want her waking up too soon."
"Do ya think she's alright?"
"Oh, you boys give her some air!"
"Why haven't those things come off yet?"
Genkai's temple had life in it once again. Koenma had decided to keep Snow in that high, mountain forest dojo to offer the best protection he could think of.
They were all in Genkai's living room, gathered around a futon. They stared down at her. Nothing happened.
Botan pushed them aside to give the young angel a blanket, treating her with an almost motherly affection: Smoothing out her hair, humming slightly, and holding a long, thin, pale hand.
Genkai was sitting on her mat at a low table, quietly drinking her tea. Kurama also held a white cup, sipping it every so often on the old master's black leather couch. Hiei was standing in a corner, glaring at the girl. Yusuke was near Botan, curiosity overcoming him about her. Koenma sat by Kurama, and Touya leaning against the couch. Jin hovered above them all, enjoying his new fashion of baggy pants, plaid bowers, graphic shirts, and trucker hats.
Kuwabara, on the other hand, was standing over Snow, regarding her with his beady black eyes. He grunted every now and then to show he was thinking deeply, while he really wasn't thinking about much at all. He wasn't sure what to make of all this.
"So why haven't they come off yet?" Kuwabara asked again.
Botan was too preoccupied with the girl to answer, her hair not dark and straight anymore, but light brown and curly. The loose ringlets were slightly frizzy due to air-drying, and Botan was fingering them, twisting her fingers in and out of the chestnut mop.
"Maybeh theirrr stuck hin deep," Jin suggested, his fuzzy red head cocking to the side and his language slurring because he was talking too fast.
Narrowing his eyes, Kuwabara stared at the sacks.
They were very disgusting, looking more like intestines than wires. He poked one. It was rubbery and squishy, like a balloon filled with pudding. He shuddered.
"Ew, that's so gross!" he exclaimed.
"Shh!" Botan hissed.
Kuwabara covered his mouth, but still…The gears in his head clinking along like an old clock. An idea was forming, very similar as to how Yusuke's did.
He jumped, putting a foot to the girl's back, and pulled on the sacks. Botan had jumped back from shock.
If the girl had screamed before when Jin removed the wires, she was shrieking like a banshee now. Clenched up in pain, tears squeezed out her eyes as she began to sob. Snow choked on her noises, trying to cry and scream at the same time.
All had been startled at Kuwabara's movements, but only Botan took action.
"Kuwabara STOP IT!" she shouted.
Looking at the ferry girl, Kuwabara let go of the sacks and backed up slightly.
Snow immediately curled into a ball, hugging her knees and sobbing. She was still unconscious.
"What did I do?" Kuwabara asked.
Botan didn't answer him. She went to the Fallen and shushed her, trying to soothe the Elemental's pain.
Regaining his composure, the teenage Koenma stated officially, "I don't know what you thought those were Kuwabara, but they aren't anything you can remove."
The Spirit Detectives looked at Koenma, interested.
Genkai continued sipping her tea calmly.
Softly setting Snow on her stomach, Botan ran her hands up and down the right sack. She reached a knot near the end, and tugged on it gently. "They aren't Blood Depurifiers," she whispered.
Kurama blushed slightly at his miscalculations.
The skin pulled out like a ribbon. She began to unwind it, all the way down to the core.
"They're her Wing Sacks."
A wet, dirty, grey wing was tucked in. Botan spread it out and unraveled the second wing.
Snow clenched onto her golden ring.
Yusuke's eyes widened. His mouth began to open and close, open and close, making him look like a fish.
"S-s-s-s-she's…" he sputtered. "A-a-an ANGEL!"
Koenma smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, beads of sweat appearing at his hairline. He chuckled nervously. "I guess I forgot to mention that, didn't I?"
(xxx)
Voices.
Unknown voices.
Pain.
Unspeakable pain.
Sleep.
Didn't anyone know the meaning of peace and quiet?
I closed my eyes more and fingered the smooth edges of a ring.
They kept on talking.
My hands' grasp on the ring tightened, along with my eyes. I tried to block them out.
As in the words of a fantasy novel's hot mystical elf sorcerer warrior, 'But alas, it was to no avail.'
Only one way to fix this problem.
"Would you guys just sh--Ow!"
Why did my head hurt before I could say sh--?
Ouch!
What the--?
Owwie!
Da--!
OW!
I moaned and pressed my hands against my head. All fell silent. Well, that's one way to fix a problem.
I snuggled in deeper to my pillow, thinking it was just voices in my head—Hold the phone.
A pillow?
My eyes shot open. This wasn't the aqua-colored glass tank. This wasn't the white tiled room. This wasn't where Lucifer was. Who were these people!
I sat up quickly, ignoring the pain in my back.
Nine pairs of eyes stared at me. One red, one pink, three brown, one mint green, another green velvet, one true blue, and the last a beady black. Two girls, seven guys. HOT guys.
The girl sitting nearest to me looked a bit like a rebel, with blue hair and weird contacts. Her whale sweatshirt was pretty cute though…She smiled and said, "Well hello sweetie. How are you feeling?" Her accent was slightly British.
I blinked a bit. "Who ARE you?" I asked after a moment's silence.
She giggled and replied, "Oh I'm Botan. I'm guessing you feel better?"
"I suppose…" I answered, a little shaken by her peppy attitude and the unknown, Japanese, mountain-dojo surroundings. "Where are we?"
"Oh, you don't need to worry about that. We're staying in Genkai's temple. She's the old lady, and is a renowned former martial artist," Botan said with a smile.
I glanced curiously at the elderly woman. She was drinking tea, but mid-sip her eyes met mine. I looked away quickly.
"But…what happened to Lucifer?"
Botan gasped. "You met HIM? Oh, that's not good...not good at all…"
"If I may intervene," one of the guys said. He seemed about 17 or 18, and quite sophisticated with neat brown hair and sharp brown eyes. I blushed slightly. "My name is Koenma, and all of us are here to help you with your problem."
Blinking up at him, I asked, "What problem?"
He raised an eyebrow and pointed at my back. "That one."
I let out a scream of surprise when I saw that I had wings and dropped what I had been holding. A halo! Another scream of surprise. I looked back up at him and screamed again.
Botan laid a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "It's alright Snow. We already know about your gift."
"You mean…my powers?" I asked. I was unsure of what to say.
She smiled brightly and nodded. "Yes, we do!" Her face suddenly became somber. "But we also know of what has happened. You were taken for some sort of test, and now that they rescued you, we're almost positive the Devil himself will search for you."
I was taken aback. "What?" I questioned her, fear rising in my voice. "Who're THEY?"
My back tingled as some muscles at the base of my wings ruffled my feathers. This was so weird.
"Oh, you mean the ones that rescued you?" Botan cocked her head. "That's just Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, Hiei, Jin, and Touya."
"Who're they?" I cried again.
Koenma watched as I freaked out over all of this information.
Another guy, presumably 16, stepped forward. My first impression of him was a class clown; with bushy red hair, big, quirky blue eyes, and a laid-back sense of fashion. He smiled toothily and kneeled down in between Botan and a dark-haired boy.
"Hallo lass! We're ta be hahlpin' protect ya."
For the first time in what I guessed was a day, I smiled. It turned into soft giggles.
He continued. "Sence Botan here is worthless in knowin' yeh anythin'; I'll introduce ya to tha lads. I'm Jin," he said, pointing at himself. Botan glared at his friendly insult.
"Tha' there's Touya." Jin gestured towards a short man with an almost fey-like look to him, with mint-green hair and slanted powder blue eyes. I cocked my head slightly.
Jin said something in another language to Touya, who bowed and said, "Konnichiwa." I whispered, "Hi."
He had Ice powers.
I shivered as Jin shifted along, introducing me to people as if they were on a conveyer belt. "This herrre's Yusuke Urameshi, and thaht's Hiei. I wouldn't tahlk ta him if Iie werrre yoo," he whispered in my ear. "The li'uhl lad's got a bi't of a tehmper." I nodded as I watched him. His cold, crimson eyes scared me. I shuddered.
"Botan's already told yeh abou't Genkai," he nodded at the old lady, "and thaht's Kurama."
I stared.
Whoever this Kurama guy was, he was down-right GORGEOUS. He looked like a modern-day Adonis, or some type of boy-band singer. He was sitting up very straight, with his knees crossed and his hands folded neatly in his lap. Kurama looked up at me and smiled.
Chills ran down my back.
"An' lahst but loist, Kahzumha Kuwhabarrra."
My face fell as my line of vision traveled from pure beauty to horrible monstrosity.
(xxx)
Lucifer inwardly winced as Satan began pounding his eardrums with screams.
"HOW COULD SHE ESCAPE! HOW COULD YOU LET HER! YOU FOOLISH, DAMNED, SHIT-HEADED, BASTARDLY SON OF A BITCH! ARRRRRRRRRRGH!"
And he started stomping on the floor like a child throwing a fit.
Lucifer rolled his pale, eye-catching eyes. "Your lordship, I had not known that the Japanese Spirituality leader knew of your plan. I was caught off-guard, and such a mistake will never happen again."
Satan stopped for a moment, his chest heaving and sweat running down his face.
"You can bet your life it won't. Because you'll be dead."
Such malice, anger, hatred, vengeance, and wrath were never seen before in a being's eyes.
He was about to lunge for the dark angel when the door creaked open. Satan turned to the opener, ready to strike, when he stopped; still a bit winded.
Three of the most beautiful women imaginable flocked to the evil lord. One with green-as-green-could-be hair and eyes, another with sparkling blue hair and sapphire eyes, and the last with long, ruby red locks and crimson eyes.
"Oh master," the redhead oozed. "You know your temper mustn't flare like that. You could set someone's soul on fire…" Her pink tongue ran itself across her dark red lips.
"I wish I could set someone's soul on fire…full of passion and romance…" the lady with green hair sighed as she snuggled into Satan's chest.
"You can only set someone's soul on fire with hot and heavy sex, but that all sounds like too much work for me. I'd rather take things nice and easy," the sapphire-eyed seductress whispered, running her fingers lightly across her lord's cheek.
Lucifer smiled. No one, not even Satan, could resist the charms of those three. Three of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Lust pulled at her red garter and snapped it against her fishnet covered thigh. "But sex is the only way to stay in shape," she remarked hotly to Sloth, who rolled her eyes.
"I'd rather just sleep and let my fat legs get fatter."
"What are you talking about? I would kill to have thighs like yours! Oh wait, I already did…never mind," Envy murmured, throwing a wink and a smile at the dark angel. He smiled in return. The trio had just saved his neck for all eternity.
"Now, now, ladies," Satan said, quite flustered. "You didn't come in here just to fight. What are you looking for?"
Lust twirled a lock of her hair around a perfect finger. She smiled with a fake innocence. "Not much, master. Just a good time."
Sloth slapped her sister's thigh with a good, sound smack. "You dirty slut! Is sex all you can think about?"
"Yes," the redhead replied angrily, grabbing a chunk of her sister's hair and pulling.
"Ouch! That hurt, you bitch!"
Satan just grinned amusedly. Sloth and Lust were always fighting, and it usually turned out to be quite kinky. Envy pulled on her master's hand. "Master, I want to be done too," she said, in her childlike voice. Envy was the youngest of the Deadly Sins; and always knew if she acted like the baby, she would be treated like one.
"Of course my kitten. But your sisters must come as well…"
Envy smirked. "I know the perfect way." Practically throwing herself upon him, Envy kissed Satan deeply, holding onto his collar.
"That is so not fair! It's my turn!"
Lust pushed her baby sister out of the way and joined in on the action. Sloth, as fluidly as water, slid up around Satan and sucked on the back of his neck. Mad that she had been replaced, and jealous that her sisters were being loved more, Envy slipped in between Lust's body and their master's and ran her tongue across his collarbone.
Lucifer sighed and leaned against the wall. "You were saying something, my lord?"
Managing to pull a hand up, Satan waved him away and began to walk out.
"Come along girls. I'm a bit tired of standing."
"Of course Master…"
"Can I jump on your bed this time?"
"I'd rather sleep in it."
"So who's the dirty slut now?"
"Why you…!"
"Girls, girls…there's plenty of me to go around."
Lust giggled. "You're so nasty!"
"And you're Hell's Aphrodite."
"More like Rosie O'Donnell if you ask me."
"Now Sloth, just because you can make any man sleepy doesn't mean that you can tease…like that."
"What about me Master? What about me?"
"You're as beautiful as a dream, my little Envy…"
Satan stopped to think about what he had just said. Lucifer's head shot up. His lazy eyes pinpointed on the Dark Lord. Energy gathered in the pupil.
"As beautiful as a dream?"
Lucifer began to smile. So did Satan.
"Envy, you have just saved my entire experiment. I'm going to get you a new toy."
Her emerald eyes lit up with happiness. "Oh! Can he have a big penis this time?"
"Of course my darling. Whatever you desire shall be yours."
Lucifer thought to himself as he was left alone.
He needed to get in touch with the Dream Maker.