• A few months before Koenma sent his agents to Yokai Academy.

King Yama sighed, as he sat across from his wife, as they enjoyed evening meal together. After all, it was date night.

They did this once every eon, which was fairly often, by deity standards. Some of his fellow gods often accused him of smothering the poor woman. Although, She insisted she found it romantic.

King Yama... wasn't always a god. In fact, he was the first Sapient lifeform, ever to die, in the mortal verse. The gods kinda forced him to act as mediator, to the Shinigami. Who, back then, often argued over the souls of animals they gathered.

With Sapients finally developing, for this cycle of the big bang at least, the gods were worried the Shinigami would get even worse.

King Yama eventually grew into his station, but it took millions of years. For the past few billion, he had been on equal footing with the gods.

Particularly his wife, who, although powerful, was fairly young by Shinigami standards. And had even been artificially created.

She had been cast into a hell dimension, at birth, and would have died there... she did die there. But her father tracked her down, and bound the entire realm inside her, to sustain her. Transforming her into not only a deity, but a Shinigami.

The demi giant then left the babe with the Shinigami, in the void between universes... where they had raised her.

Since time runs by it's own laws, within this void. She was technically billions of years older then her father. While still being the equivalent of a human 20 something.

King Yama had known her since he first died... they use to play together, as young children.

Not many deities were willing to befriend a shinigami, due to old prejudices. And fewer still, to spirits of the dead. That was before King Yama grew into his station...

However old, the universes believed themselves to be, the Cosmos, itself, was fairly young. On the geographical scale.

Unfortunately, having a demi giant for a grandfather, Koenma had inherited the beings magical affliction. Making him more human sized. And not the 100 feet tall his wife, and himself, stood at.

Not that there was anything wrong with his son. King Yama loved the boy dearly, and wouldn't dare change a thing about him... but still, as a father, it was his place to worry.

King Yama heard his wife sighed. Putting down her glass, she acknowledged, "Alright. What's wrong?"

King Yama sighed back, "I'm worried about junior."

Hela raised an eyebrow, "Is this about his friends again?"

"Not just that," King Yama insisted. Hoping to distract from THAT argument. "I think I gave him a world of his own, too soon. He doesn't seem to be able to cope with the responsibility.

"He's constantly putting off his duties, then gets overwhelmed by the amount of work he has to catch up on."

"He's only 700," Hela waved off. "I did much the same, when I was that age. He'll learn responsibility, with practice. You can't shelter him, and expect him to pick it up faster."

King Yama groaned, "I know..."

"Besides," Hela probed the old arguement, as she was one to do. "His new friends are sure to help him with that."

King Yama couldn't stop himself from groaning more.

Hela glared, having tested her husband, and not pleased to see he once again failed. "Need I remind you, all my brothers are half Yokai."

"I have nothing against Yokai," King Yama swore. He wasn't racist or anything, despite what his wife thought. "I would just... prefer if they stuck to their own dimension. You have any idea how many fires I have to put out. Everytime interdimensional beings cross over. It's not just Yokai either. But All kinds of-" he stopped himself... and unfortunately, his wife remembered the times he didn't.

Hela accurately guessed what he wanted to say. "My father is the product of a god, laying with a Frost giant," Hela brought up. "By your logic, people like me, products of inter-dimensional couples, should not exist."

King Yama defended, "I didn't say that." he ignored the fact that he had, actually, said as much in the past... it was during a heated argument. Where he, momentarily, forgot his own wife's unique heritage... It was a miracle their relationship survived that... but it left scars.

"I just thing Junior should be working with the fates, instead of deliberately acting against them, by employing Yokai," King Yama insisted. "Criminal Yokai at that! And Delinquents for Spirit Detectives!"

"I rather like his last choice of Spirit Detective." Hela smiled, though it did not meet her eyes. "Not many Hanyou find themselves so high placed, in our domain." Dear Kami!!! She knew about that!!!

"Though I wonder," Her smile held venom. "Why he got demoted when he unlocked his heritage. Koenma seemed quite pleased with his work, up until that point.

"Or will you blame the fates for that to. You do recall. There are gods of free-will as well, and they tend to love my kind."

Strictly because, those born from beings of different dimensions, were the ultimate expression of free will. They destroyed all the Fates' plans, they came across, just by existing. They were incapable of being bound.

"I get you have issue with the Fates," King Yama sighed. "But they aren't the monsters you think they are. They create order, within chaos. While chaos brings the seasons and change. Both are fundamental Cosmic Laws.

"Koemna needs to learn to work with both forces. But he can't do that, if he has a Spirit Detective that spits in the face of every Fate, just by existing."

Hela sighed. More exacerbated then upset. Which had come from billions of years worth of these arguements. She understood, her husband wasn't actually racist. He just liked things in neat little bows. It was his purpose. To balance the scales.

"You keep forgetting," Hela eyed her husband. "It isn't just my heritage you're speaking against. It's your Son's as well."

King Yama jerked back in his chair.

"As it will be his sons, and their sons' sons." Hela reminded. "I'm not part of the fate's design... and neither is your Heir. By all accounts, he should not exist."

King Yama gulped, his throat suddenly dry. "Don't say that," He begged. Not wanting to imagine a cosmos without Junior.

"It's true," Hela insisted. "You're demanding he bow to the same people that, if they had their way, they would have prevented his birth.

"If Koenma wants to consort with interdimensional beings, like himself, I believe it is wrong to shame him for that. If he wants to rule his world, in opposition to the fates design. I say, let him. It's only one little backwater after all."

"But... what about when he's older?"

"He'll eventually learn, through experience, that the fates serve their purpose. But he doesn't have to bow to them." Hela then informed, "You don't even realize this phase, is just him expressing himself. His way of coming to terms, with his own heritage. He's not rebelling for the sake of rebelling. He's a child, trying to understand his place in a cosmos that didn't want him."

She gently touched his hand, "Don't take his friends from him. I know you fear the damage they could do. But Koenma trust them... and he needs friends who understand him. Ones willing to talk back to him. You can't surround him by yes men and expect him to develop socially."

"What if you're wrong?" King Yama pressed. "What if these demons aren't worthy of Koenma's trust?"

Hela shrugged, "Then Koenma will learn a painful, but invaluable lesson, about trusting the right people. All relationships have a chance of hurting you. You've certainly done your fair share of hurting me."

King Yama flinched, before sighing. "Is it wrong I wish to shield him?"

"Of course not," Hela patted his hand. "You're his father... but you need to start letting him make his own decisions. And learn to live with his mistakes. He needs to fall a few times, at which point you can help pick him up... but you can't micro manage him, and expect him to be grateful.

"Give him space, and he'll let you know when he needs your help." Hela sighed, "And please stop trying to fix things BEFORE they break. Preventing problems is all well and good, but you should be teaching him to do that for himself. Not trying to babyproof his planet."

A/N:

As you can probably tell, my King Enma is different then the Yu Yu Hakusho version. He's got some characteristics of the Dragon Ball Z version, "King Yama", as well. Especially in the way he looks.

He's actually a good guy, if a bit over protective, with only a dash of Yokai prejudice. And that mostly comes from the fact, in this cosmos, when any lifeform crosses into a different dimension (including humans) they have the ability to alter the destinies of everyone they meet.

That's a shit-ton of paperwork, and some very angry "Fate" deities.