Rei's Bizarre Adventure.

Rei Kijin looked exasperatedly across the table towards the shadowy, insubstantial form of his spirit partner, Naruto. "Look, Naru," he whispered, re-adjusting the hitai-ate headband which rested on his brow between his blood-red eyes and his dyed-blue hair, "I can't order you some ramen and you know it! It'd make me look like a total lunatic."

"As if hissing under your breath like that hasn't already done the job?"

"Oh, go shove it up your incorporeal ass," he said, lazily checking the time on his cheap Timex. And then, quite without warning, his mood shifted from exasperation to panic. "Christ, I was supposed to meet Mara at the graveyard more than half an hour ago!" he leapt up and bolted for the door, leaving the restaurant and reaching the cemetery in record time. As he knelt there, panting heavily, with his signature grunge-punk clothing drenched in sweat, Mara once again exercised her uncanny ability to appear where she was wanted (or least wanted, depending on the situation), apparently out of thin air.

"You're late," she said matter-of-factly, "and I've been told that the man whom you are about to meet has little patience for the unpunctual, seeing as his spirit partner waited more than 600 years for a friend who would not have shown up without a little help."

As she said this, a tall lanky young man stepped from behind a nearby gravestone, and turned to face Rei. He was about twenty, with rather long jet black hair and dark, narrow eyes. He wore a pair of headphones, the left speaker covering the corresponding ear, the right resting behind the other ear. In his right hand, he held a sword shaped piece of wood, etched with various Japanese spells. In his left rested a small memorial stone. Behind him stood a large Japanese samurai, whose form had the same shimmering, insubstantial quality as Naruto's.

"Kijin Rei, I presume?" said the man in Japanese.

"Asakura Yoh. the Asakura Yoh." mumbled Rei, then he switched to fluent, if slightly accented, Japanese, for the first time really realizing who he was addressing. "Asakura-Sama. to what do I owe this honor?"

"Calm down, man. There's no need for formality. Especially considering why I am here."