~I feel special! I didn't exactly get 10 replies.but I just couldn't wait
to get this fic up and running!~
~ To Never-A-Runner for giving me my first reply, and for Wind Dasher~
Act 2: Reactions
Tears streamed down Koenma's face at the site that was now before him. The cave was covered in blood, youki and ningen. The demoness was gone and the mission had failed, but that was not the reason why his heart ached.
The bodies of the Urimeshi team littered the ground. Kurama sat in a pool of his own blood, his body limp and lifeless, eyes half open and a deep wound in his stomach.
Kuwabara was all the way across the cave, his head lying next to the bloody stump of his neck.
Hiei was almost impossible to look at. Koenma cringed at the site. His own sword nailed him to the wall of the stone cave. The teen walked up slowly, pulled it out, and watched the fire demon slowly slide to the ground, leaving a gruesome trail of dark blood to stain the wall.
As he polished the blood off of the kantana, spots of his tears left small spots of clean on the blade. He looked at it and sighed, wrapped it in a cloth, and turned, almost tripping over the leader of the Urimeshi team.
Yusuke lay over, what Koenma was sure of, was Jin, covering most of the red heads body with his torso. Their blood spilled and mixed with each other on the cold floor. It took all of Koenma's willpower not to fall to his knees in heartache.
"Those poor boys," he whispered to himself, clutching the sword. He breathed deeply; he just couldn't make himself come to the fact that they were.
"If you're done looking at their bodies, Koenma sir, I think you should tell me what to do with their souls."
Koenma whipped around to come face-to-face with Boton. He cleared his throat.
"Yes, well Boton, bring them to the Spirit World," he looked down at Yusuke again, "What else can we do? The papers have already been signed."
An erie silence followed, then interrupted by Boton's innocent whistling. Koenma side glanced her and noticed a light blush had appeared across her face. "Botaaaaaaaaan?" he asked, "You don't, by any chance, have the papers with you.do you?"
Boton giggled devilishly and whipped out five pieces of paper from behind her back. "It seems that Jorge has.um.misplaced Kurama's, Hiei's, Yusuke's, Jin's and Kazuma's papers, sir." She waved them in the air.
A smile appeared across the teenager's face. He snatched the papers and stared at them in astonishment. "Boton, Boton I could kiss you for this!" He yelled, "Oh, HELL with it!" He kissed her sweetly on the cheek.
"Oh, Koenma sir!" She giggled and blushed deeply. "But we still have one problem."
"And that would be.?"
"They're still dead sir. Where are they supposed to go?"
With this, Koenma folded his arms. "That's not that much of a problem."
"What are you talking about 'there is no problem'?! They can't flout around with any body for eternity! And it's not like we have any spare bodies around here."
"Or do we?" he asked with a glint in his eyes. "Boton, how many stillborns do we have this week?"
"What?" Boton blinked a few times before she dove into her robes and brought out a small book. After flipping through a few pages, she stopped. "Altogether, two hundred three."
"In Japan?" he asked.
"Twenty."
"In this area?"
"Seven, but Koenma sir, all the spots are taken, I don't see how."
Koenma held up a hand. "Boton, try to match up the bodies, lifestyles, and living quarters as closely as you can with the boys. Move the people who are supposed to be reincarnated here to somewhere else." He smiled broadly, "We're getting our boys back!"
Boton wrote this all down in her book. "But Koenma, what about Jin? He wasn't part of the team, why him too?"
"He died at her hand too, Boton. I'm sure that he'll want revenge as well."
"Yes, sir!" And with that, Boton flew off. Koenma looked down at the katana, the memories of those boys, his friends, drifting in his mind, aimlessly wondering.
"Don't think that you have won quite yet," he whispered. He envisioned the demoness, smooth pale skin, wild blue eyes, golden hair flowing in the breeze, and her head, tossed back in laughter as she had killed each and every one of them. "Don't think that you have won quite yet, Lysak."
~*~*
Yay! Chapter 2 done! *Dances* Now, I'll need 10 more replies! ^.^ Thankies!
~ To Never-A-Runner for giving me my first reply, and for Wind Dasher~
Act 2: Reactions
Tears streamed down Koenma's face at the site that was now before him. The cave was covered in blood, youki and ningen. The demoness was gone and the mission had failed, but that was not the reason why his heart ached.
The bodies of the Urimeshi team littered the ground. Kurama sat in a pool of his own blood, his body limp and lifeless, eyes half open and a deep wound in his stomach.
Kuwabara was all the way across the cave, his head lying next to the bloody stump of his neck.
Hiei was almost impossible to look at. Koenma cringed at the site. His own sword nailed him to the wall of the stone cave. The teen walked up slowly, pulled it out, and watched the fire demon slowly slide to the ground, leaving a gruesome trail of dark blood to stain the wall.
As he polished the blood off of the kantana, spots of his tears left small spots of clean on the blade. He looked at it and sighed, wrapped it in a cloth, and turned, almost tripping over the leader of the Urimeshi team.
Yusuke lay over, what Koenma was sure of, was Jin, covering most of the red heads body with his torso. Their blood spilled and mixed with each other on the cold floor. It took all of Koenma's willpower not to fall to his knees in heartache.
"Those poor boys," he whispered to himself, clutching the sword. He breathed deeply; he just couldn't make himself come to the fact that they were.
"If you're done looking at their bodies, Koenma sir, I think you should tell me what to do with their souls."
Koenma whipped around to come face-to-face with Boton. He cleared his throat.
"Yes, well Boton, bring them to the Spirit World," he looked down at Yusuke again, "What else can we do? The papers have already been signed."
An erie silence followed, then interrupted by Boton's innocent whistling. Koenma side glanced her and noticed a light blush had appeared across her face. "Botaaaaaaaaan?" he asked, "You don't, by any chance, have the papers with you.do you?"
Boton giggled devilishly and whipped out five pieces of paper from behind her back. "It seems that Jorge has.um.misplaced Kurama's, Hiei's, Yusuke's, Jin's and Kazuma's papers, sir." She waved them in the air.
A smile appeared across the teenager's face. He snatched the papers and stared at them in astonishment. "Boton, Boton I could kiss you for this!" He yelled, "Oh, HELL with it!" He kissed her sweetly on the cheek.
"Oh, Koenma sir!" She giggled and blushed deeply. "But we still have one problem."
"And that would be.?"
"They're still dead sir. Where are they supposed to go?"
With this, Koenma folded his arms. "That's not that much of a problem."
"What are you talking about 'there is no problem'?! They can't flout around with any body for eternity! And it's not like we have any spare bodies around here."
"Or do we?" he asked with a glint in his eyes. "Boton, how many stillborns do we have this week?"
"What?" Boton blinked a few times before she dove into her robes and brought out a small book. After flipping through a few pages, she stopped. "Altogether, two hundred three."
"In Japan?" he asked.
"Twenty."
"In this area?"
"Seven, but Koenma sir, all the spots are taken, I don't see how."
Koenma held up a hand. "Boton, try to match up the bodies, lifestyles, and living quarters as closely as you can with the boys. Move the people who are supposed to be reincarnated here to somewhere else." He smiled broadly, "We're getting our boys back!"
Boton wrote this all down in her book. "But Koenma, what about Jin? He wasn't part of the team, why him too?"
"He died at her hand too, Boton. I'm sure that he'll want revenge as well."
"Yes, sir!" And with that, Boton flew off. Koenma looked down at the katana, the memories of those boys, his friends, drifting in his mind, aimlessly wondering.
"Don't think that you have won quite yet," he whispered. He envisioned the demoness, smooth pale skin, wild blue eyes, golden hair flowing in the breeze, and her head, tossed back in laughter as she had killed each and every one of them. "Don't think that you have won quite yet, Lysak."
~*~*
Yay! Chapter 2 done! *Dances* Now, I'll need 10 more replies! ^.^ Thankies!