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Before reading this…
This thing took 114 days to write. Please be kind to animals. Easy on my, OK? I'm just a beginner. To Master Seiyo, ho-hum. I told you not to expect too much from this crappy junk. Remember when I left this thing at the Physics room? I'm kinda regretting I got my retreat notebook back. Oh well, here goes nothing.
Warning: May contain violent scenes and/or unacceptable language. Parental guidance is recommended. If you don't want your parents involved here, though, use your discretion accordingly. And don't worry, there's no yaoi, yuri, or lemon scenes here.
You should also ask your local psychiatrist if this thing is safe for you to read. It's pretty whacked out. Then again, anime fans usually are insane. GOOD LUCK!
Sacrifices
By Melpomene
"BUSINESS IS DOING awful, isn't it?"
The waiter shook himself out of his reverie.
"Pardon?" he said to his lone companion, the cashier.
"I said, the business is lagging lately," answered the somber looking girl. "I bet we'll need to get a new job soon. And fast, too. My brother won't be able to send me money for the tuition fee this month and I have to pay for the next term before I get to take the exam." A shadow of worry crossed her face.
The young man's face grew grim as well. "Yeah," he answered. "I, too, need to earn some bucks for my mother's medicine. But look at this! The whole place is empty."
"No." The girl pointed to a table in the dark end of the cubbyhole that was a coffee shop. "The blue-haired lady has been there for nearly an hour. Maybe you should ask her if she wants anything else. That's her third cup of cappuccino. Offer her some pastries."
"Nah. She said no. I wouldn't want to be too nosy now, would I?"
"She seemed bothered, though." The working student sighed. "I guess we're not the only ones with problems, ne?"
TWO PINK EYES, wider than usual, peered worriedly at her watch for the umpteenth time. For heaven's sake, where are you, Koenma? she thought to herself.
Koenma? Ought not she say Koenma-sama? He's still the Prince of Reikai even if she is his best friend. All right, she's more like his mentor on recreation. Yes, she did have a hard time trying to convince the workaholic prince to take a break from his slave-driving job once in a while. All her work paid off since he now consents to a movie or something once or twice a month. Sometimes, he's the one who arranges the appointment. Lately, however, there's seems to be a major problem that's making him more busy than usual.
"But it's still isn't an excuse to be late," she said aloud.
Presently, the chimes at the entrance tinkled, signaling its opening and, perhaps, the arrival of her master. She peeked behind the smoked glass that served as a divider between the smoking and non-smoking area. She saw a tall, distinguished looking fellow give his long coat to the doorkeeper, thus revealing the casual slacks and the loose fitting sweater he is wearing.
The girl sighed in relief as the newcomer approached towards her table, walking in an infuriatingly too slow a pace. She just discovered she was short a couple of bucks. Trust Koenma to pick a classy expensive place for a rendezvous. He should know he's not paying me enough to be able to afford this kind of restaurant, she thought.
"Well, good afternoon, Koenma-sama," she said in a biting voice. "You have a lot of explaining to do. First of all, you're late. Second, you could have at least picked a more…um, economical place and-"
He smiled at her lightly. "I'm sorry, Botan-chan," he answered. "Don't worry. I'll foot the bill. I just thought we'd appear less conspicuous here since nobody comes around much."
"Well, you're still late. I was beginning to think you decided to stick to your paperwork instead of meeting me."
Koenma smirked. "You owe me two hours overtime. I'll leave you all the stuff that piled up during my absence."
"What was it you want to talk about? You sounded urgent. And yet you're late!" Botan really couldn't help rubbing it in. She was worried after all.
"I came as quickly as I can, Botan."
"So I noticed." She rubbed the prince's forehead to even out the thick foundation cream that hid the Jr. birthmark.
"Well, there's some trouble in Crete. Some archeologists accidentally opened a doorway to Makai and, well, hell broke out. Our people just finished patching things up, but I couldn't leave before then, you know."
"Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't able to help."
"It's out of your jurisdiction, silly." Koenma laughed. "Crete is in the Mediterranean Sea, in Europe."
"I knew that."
"Yeah, right." He motioned to the waiter for the bill.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"What, you just want to sit around here all day?"
"Well, no."
"Then come on. We can still catch the next movie. What's on?"
"How about X-Men?"
"What's that?"
"A movie about mutants. You know, based on that popular comic book series."
"Mutants?" Koenma groaned. "Can we please lay off the supernatural for a while? That's why we're here in Ningenkai, remember?"
"It's a science fiction. It's not like that other movie we saw, you know the horror one."
"That movie proves how narrow-minded humans are. Everything was inaccurate, to put it mildly. All the same, I had trouble paying attention since you keep screaming and strangling me to death."
"Inaccurate, huh? I thought it was realistic and I bet you did, too. You were shaking as if it was the middle of winter."
"Well, it was freezing then."
"Yeah, right. All the same, one of the imps resembles Hiei very much. And with the same foul temper, too."
"Oh, he's here right now investigating on something."
Botan paled. "Uh… H-h-he is?"
"Just kidding."
"Baka!"
First Chapter
The Call of Hymen
KOENMA PAUSED TO admire his work. Well, there wasn't really anything particularly admirable about it but the fact that the output piles are much larger than the input piles already made him happy. Uh-huh, the sooner he gets his work done, the sooner he'll be able to drag Botan for a quick stroll around the city. That is if none of the oni would add another batch of stuff to do, which is really too much to hope for.
"Okay," he muttered. "Only 3,563 pages more to go."
He started stamping again. Paper after paper sailed to and from his table, magically piling by themselves. After a while, the door of his office flung open and a blue oni entered.
Koenma groaned. He looked up, expecting to see George Satome carrying a new mountain of paper. To his surprise, the oni was empty-handed.
"Excuse me, Koenma-sama," he said to the toddler, who continued to stamp away. "Enma-sama called for you."
Koenma almost spat out his Fuumakan. "What?" he demanded. "The Crete tear opened again? The Makai rebellion succeeded? An army is invading?"
George peered at him in a puzzled manner. "Well, none of those. At least, he didn't say anything of those sort."
The prince sighed in relief. However, a new question popped in his head. Why did his father send for him? Enma Daiou is not the type who goes for a casual father-and-son chat. Maybe I made some sort of mistake, thought Koenma. Oh, well. Botan and the ice cream parlor will just have to wait.
"I'll go to him now," he murmured. "By the way, George. Have you seen Botan? She still owes me a pile of paper work."
"I don't believe I have," George answered distractedly. "I think Enma-sama sent her out for an errand or something."
"Is he that short of workers that he uses mine?" Koenma muttered. "I guess he wants me to do something as well."
Koenma magically morphed into his adult form. It gives him more balance and coordination than a three-year old body, or so he says. He could also make better time with those long lanky legs than with those short stumps.
After walking through what seemed like a labyrinth of corridors, he reached the imperial throne room that housed the ruler of Reikai. The crier announced him accordingly and gave him permission to enter.
He was surprised when he didn't get a glimpse of the giant looming of figure of his father. A closer look revealed the throne was empty. Koenma strained his eyes searching for Enma.
"I'm here, my son," said a deep sagacious voice.
"Koenma looked around until he finally saw the speaker. The latter had the likeness of Enma Daiou but…
The prince's jaw fell. "Father, you're-" he sputtered.
"I knew you'd be surprised, Koenma," the latter continued. "But I thought assuming a more "normal" size would make it easier for me to relate to my son."
Koenma recovered his business like poise with a shake of his head.
"Well, I am more comfortable in speaking with a person of the same eye level as mine," he said. "What did you call me for?"
"I thought we could have a little talk."
"And?"
The king raised his eyebrows. "Just because I am Enma Daiou doesn't mean I'm denied those little father-and-son chats Ningens enjoy."
"Ok." Koenma was obviously skeptical.
"Come on, son. Take a sit and do lighten up, will you?" He motioned to the coffee table where the coffee things and pastries were arranged. "And you should pay more attention to your social life now while you still have time. Once you inherit the throne, you'd be too busy to enjoy it."
I am too busy for one, Koenma thought as he sat down opposite his father. Aloud, however, he said, "It has improved quite a lot, father."
"Good, good. Perhaps, your involvement with Urameshi Yusuke did do you some good."
Koenma did a double take before he grasped the full meaning of what his father had just said. Enma Daiou admitting to the good influence of Yusuke and the others after that scandal during the Sensui case was practically unthinkable. And him asking about social life? Koenma began to suspect there's more to their meeting than a casual talk.
"I guess so," he finally answered.
They remained silent for a while. Koenma nibbled on a cookie. Enma sipped his coffee. After a while, the latter spoke:
"Ah," he said, almost to himself. "You've really grown up, Koenma. I didn't quite notice."
"Like, I have been for a number of millennia," Koenma retorted mildly.
"I know, son. Age doesn't really matter for us. You only stayed in your toddler form for efficiency, as you say, but your physical body has matured long before. I guess, I, too, am misled by your image. I didn't really realize that you have already matured mentally and spiritually as well. Perhaps, your long training did pay off and you're now capable of ruling this kingdom."
Koenma frowned but nervousness fluttered in his gut. "Father, I think you just need a little vacation. You're working too hard lately and-"
Enma looked amused. "No, no. That was not what I meant. You were afraid I was going to hand you down the reins right then and there, weren't you? Well, not yet, child, so rest assured. What I mean is that you should prepare to train another one to do your tasks once you take over mine."
"What exactly do you mean, sir?" Koenma lifted his cup to his lips to hide their steady quivering.
"What I'm saying is that, you should already be getting an heir by now."
PSSSSHHHHHHHHS!
Koenma coughed out the coffee that entered the wrong passage in his throat. Enma wiped the rest of it from his face with as much dignity as he could muster.
"I knew you wouldn't take it lightly, Koenma," he said. "But I didn't think your reaction would be that violent."
"Gomen nasai, father, truly." Koenma managed to say. "It really is so sudden and all."
"I really think you need a wife to take care of you, son. Someone who could control you so that you won't overexert yourself."
"Um, what sort of woman did you have in mind, Father?"
"Well, you know you can't just marry anybody. The girl will have to be of noble birth."
At this, Koenma's expression became clouded. "You know, Father, I know all my ancestors, including you, had fixed marriages. Why don't you just tell me to whom you had me betrothed with without my knowledge?"
"Yoshio Masago."
"Masago? Masago's a snooty snob!"
"Masago is a gentle refined young lady with an impressive lineage and pure noble blood. She'll be perfect for you."
"No way!"
"You don't even know her, son. How can you decide so rashly?"
"That's the point! I don't even know her. How would I-"
On and on their argument raged. Enma tried different tactics to convince Koenma. He threatened, humored, cajoled, pleaded, bargained, tricked, blackmailed, all to no avail. Koenma adamantly refused.
"I WILL NOT MARRY A COMPLETE STRANGER!" he flatly declared.
Finally, Enma-sama relented. "Alright, Koenma," he said. "You won't have to marry Masago this instant. I'd give you more time. But promise me you'd get to know Masago better and try to reconsider."
Koenma sighed. "Yes, father, I will."
LESS THAN AN hour later, Koenma sat mooning over his formerly foot high, 100-flavored sundae.
"Alright, what's your problem this time?"
Koenma glowered at the blue-haired girl sitting across him.
"Koenma-sama," she spoke again. "How would I help you if all you do is just glare at me?"
"Even if you know, I doubt you'd be able to do anything," he muttered.
"Well, for what did you drag me here for?" Botan looked at her watch uneasily. "You know, I timed out two hours early today."
"Why did my father call for you this morning?"
"He asked me to deliver something for the Castle Styx. You know, the Yoshio home. Why do you ask?"
Koenma moaned. "See? Why didn't he at least ask me before if I had anybody in particular in my mind? It turns out he has fixed this thing decades ago. No fair!"
"Wow! Like I can relate to you." Botan rolled her eyes. "Would you mind terribly filling me up with details before you rant yourself to death?"
Koenma told her everything that transpired between him and his father that afternoon. They seem to have traded places for all the while Botan was quiet while he raved about his misfortunes. Usually, it's her mouth that is going a mile a minute.
Finally, the prince finished his tale. He stuffed a pretzel in his mouth to signify he was through. He glared back at Botan, waiting for her reaction.
Botan didn't quite know what to think of it. She felt that as a friend, she should sympathize with her master. However, she realized that as his servant, she should let him see the light and urge him to do his duty. Still, she couldn't help feeling a tiny quirk of jealousy. She didn't understand the strong protest gnawing inside her, urging her to tell Koenma to defy the supreme ruler of Reikai.
"Well?" pressed Koenma.
"I…" stuttered Botan. "I'm speechless. I-I don't know what to say."
"Humph. That's something new. Usually you don't run out of things to say."
"It's so, um… sudden, Koenma-sama. Enma-sama doesn't even treat you like an adult and now he's telling you to get married?"
"If he thinks I'm really half mature as he says I am, then maybe he could have at least let me pick the woman I want to marry."
"But, Koenma-sama, it's been a tradition going back generations. Your forefathers all had fixed marriages. Besides, why don't you want to marry Masago? Like, every male in this world would like to be in your shoes. I mean, look at her. She's tall, beautiful, sexy, fashionable, rich, intelligent. Need I go on?" Botan sighed almost enviously. Everything I'm not, she added mentally. "I think you look good together."
"Botan, marriage is not some pageant. It's a life long commitment. And if I am to have that commitment, it has to be with a person I can relate to. Like, Masago and I have practically next to nothing in common."
"How would you know?"
"Well, she's a typical aristocrat, Botan-chan. She'll be too busy worrying about her image, her poise, everything. If I was to pick my fiancée, I'd choose someone I can talk to, someone like you, perhaps."
Botan didn't immediately realize what he had said but when she did, she stood up in shock. "Koenma-sama, are you pulling my leg?"
"Calm down, Botan. I was just using you as an example. Sit down."
Botan flopped down on her seat. "As I was saying a while ago, maybe you're just too prejudiced about her. I mean, before I was assigned to be your assistant, I thought you were a "typical aristocrat", as well. You really must give her and yourself time, you know. Heed your father, Koenma-sama."
"I guess you're right." Koenma sighed and resigned himself to the realities of his royal duties. Botan's agreement was his last blow. He was hoping, deep inside, that Botan would protest to it, but she didn't.
"So, you've finished you're ice cream? Good. Come on, let's go. Maybe I can still finish my work in the office. I also have a few souls to fetch."
Koenma managed a chuckle. "You're too tense and you know it. I'm your boss, remember? There are ways, my pet, on how to earn your bread despite your absences."
Botan stuck her tongue out at him. "Hey! That's abuse of power. Arigatou gozaimasu, but I prefer earning my pay fair and square."
"Come on, Botan, your senseless prattle isn't that useless. You do make me feel better."
"Ahhh! So that's my new line of duty, eh? The Prince of Reikai's therapist? Very funny."
Koenma laughed again, this time more freely. "You're a good friend, nitwit rower."
"I know." Botan smiled wryly. "And if I were you, I'd increase my good ole friend's salary."
"You're hopeless, Botan-chan."
She laughed.