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just so you know: Thanks for the info, but I already knew that. But like I said before, this is just for fun, so... yeah.
shadow dragon: I don't think Koenma hardly goes anywhere without George. LOL. Plus, George is one of my favorite minor characters. I just had to put him in.
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Yu Yu Hakusho: Halloween Humor
Characters: Botan
- Take Three -On All-Hallow's Eve, the veil between the land of the dead and our world is thinner... or so the saying goes.
Supposedly the residents of the Spirit World are always around us, always observing, but never seen. Keeping watch and being ready to escort passing souls to the after-life once their time in this world drew to a close. Supposedly... But what if, on this much celebrated night, the veil was dropped to an extent? Leaving all those escorts of the dead, those whose job it is to ferry poor souls across to the other side, visible to the ningen eye? What would happen then? Perhaps... something like this?
Botan flew through the night sky atop her oar as she searched for her elusive Spirit Detective.
"Ohhhh, where is he!?" The blue haired ferry girl was, to put it lightly, livid. She had been unable to locate Yusuke all night and it was beginning to get late. You would have thought with there being a full moon and all that it wouldn't be hard to spot a teenage juvenile in bright green who, more than likely, was up to a good deal of mischief.
It was while she was scanning the crowded streets for any sign of green towering over the costumed youngesters that the dainty Grim Reaper noticed a certain blue skinned oni accompanied by a pint sized vampire scurrying through the sea of trick or treaters.
"George? What on earth is he doing in the Ningenkai, unless...."
Her lips forming into a small 'o' of realization, Botan immediately performed a nose dive, intending on intercepting her boss and demanding what he thought he was doing. But before she could reach her target, the diminuative prince and his.... ogre... make a sharp 'U' turn and headed back the other way, having overshot a house and didn't want to miss any of the free candy they were accumulating.
Needless to say, Botan was going way too fast to stop her descent and while pulling up hard only wound up crashing into a tree planted alongside the sidewalk. Two leaves--one gold, one brown--were holding on desperately to their respective limbs when they were violently shaken from the impact, thus their contest to be the "last leaf standing" was ended.
With a soft thump and a femininely muttered curse, Botan fell from the tree and landed in a pink and blue heap at its base.
It wasn't until the slightly dazed diety had climbed to her feet that she realized.... she was surrounded.
"E-ehhh?"
Botan cocked her head to one side as what appeared to be a miniature Batman, complete with mask and cape, stepped forward and prodded her oar, which was still on the ground, with his foot.
"H-hey! What do you think you're doing? Stop that!!" Botan immediately bent down to collect her precious oar. But, alas, she was not quick enough. A "ghost" swept up the fallen object and hand it back to the pint sized superhero. Botan could only watch helplessly as "Batman" proceeded to poke at her oar in curiosity.
"Hey, why does your broomstick look like a boat paddle? Aren't you supposed to be a witch?"
"Whaaaa?!" Botan raged, "I'll have you know that I am the Grim. Reaper! I'm not a witch!
A vampire in the back snickered, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say lady. Everybody knows that the Grim Reaper is all bones and carries a scythe."
"Yeah," Frankenstein chimed in helpfully. "And everyone knows that witches use brooms to fly on, not boat oars."
"OH!" Botan growled and pointed emphatically at oar, "I'll have you know that this oar is top of the line Reikai issue. It is not a broom!" She stated matter of factly.
It went on like that, back and forth, for nearly an hour. Batman, Frankenstien, the ghost and vampire, amongst others, all arguing with Botan about what was an acceptable physical appearance for the Grim Reaper. It was in the midst of the debate that the town hall clock struck twelve. At the second toll, the group surrounding the blue haired figure immediately grew glassy eyed as they began to slowly sway from side to side as their little brains became encompassed with one goal, and one goal only.
"Giiiive ussss caaaaandy...."
Botan blinked, then squeaked as suddenly the group converged on her slight form, swarming toward her quickly.
"Huh? But I don't have any- whoa!" Botan momentarily lost her footing and thus found herself pulled beneath the current of greedily grasping hands.
"Giiiive ussss caaaaandy...."
"Arggghhhh!" With what little strength she could muster... or perhaps it was a simple adrenaline rush? Botan managed to free herself from the mob as they continued to demand suppliment of the sugary kind. Unfortunately, she was unable to reclaim her oar and was thus forced to flee on foot, the obsessed (possessed?) crowd in hot pursuit.
And as the clock sang it's final nell, an echoing cry could be heard deep into the night. "Nuuuuh... I told you!!! I don't -gasp- have any -gasp- candy!!!"
TBC...