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Author's note: This is a random idea that just popped into my head after I created a new persona for myself. Soo, enjoy.

Curse of Envy

"You'll be caught, you'll be caught.. You will never get away with what you've done." Hissed an angered filled voice, traces of sorrow echoing within the figure's heated eyes.

The figure tilted his head to the ghastly girl his arms, and with an anguished cry, vanished into the cool night, leaving not a trace under the whirling moonlight. A figure draped in silver stood, smiling, gold eyes glinting with amusement. With a soft chuckle, he whirled on his feet, and walked off into the darkness, his chuckle echoing within the empty forest.

"Koenma-sama! Snap out of it!" Rang out the impatient tone of Botan's voice. She stood there, tapping her feet, staring at the sleeping "lord".

Koenma was quickly roused from his sleep, Botan's voice easily driving into his ears to full awaken him. He lifted his milk chocolate gaze to meet her violet ones, and smiled innocently. "My apologies, Botan. Just so much work.."

"Yes well, the Reiki Tantei have finished their current mission.. Not a lot of harm was done-"

Swiftly, Koenma cut Botan off with a wave of his hand, "Mhm. Tell them they may have a little vacation.. I have no missions at the time.." His voice was offset, and he had an odd look about him. It was if he wasn't quite there.

Botan blinked, and gently her brow furrowed in thought. She noticed something in Koenma's gaze, that usually wasn't there. A dreaming gaze, cloudy with jumlbed thoughts that refused to settle. Tentatively, she spoke in hopes of addressing the problem, "Koenma-sama.. Is something wrong? Did you have a bad dream while napping?"

Koenma blinked, and softly shook his head, the dreaming gaze vanishing from his eyes. It was quickly replaced by his usual appearance of high authority. "Ah, no, Botan. Everything is perfectly fine.. You're dismissed.."

Botan frowned deeply, but bowed and spoke softly, "Yes, Koenma-sam,." and with that last sentence she walked out of his office, but not before throwing a worried violet gaze over her shoulder at Koenma. Something must be troubling him.. But she left without a word.

Once Botan was gone, Koenma leaned forward on his desk and gently massaged his temples, eyes closed tightly. It's been awhile, maybe I should.. His thoughts trailed off as he hopped down from his chair.

Koenma wandered over to a corner in the far part of his office, and pressed his hand against the lower part of the wall. The wall wavered for a moment, and vanished, revealing a dark and gloomy tunnel. Unhindered by the dank and gloomy tunnel, Koenma entered and walked down it's dark lengths. He seemed to walk forever, as if he'd never reach the seemingly nonexistent end of the tunnel.

Finally, Koenma reached a small round chamber. It wasn't any different from the tunnel. It was just as a gloomy and dank. But one thing illuminated the room, a large tube in the center of the room.

The tube was filled with a white liquid that cast off a soft, yet cold glow on the area around it. Koenma walked up to it, now in his teenager form, and placed an almost caressing hand on the tube's exterior, his eyes wide and far-off.

Inside the tube, floated a young woman. Her features were smooth, her skin tan. Her hair floated around her face in the strange liquid, like sleek blonde snakes that wrapped around her face, framing it. These blonde snakes were stained red and deep brown with blood and dirt that refused to come out. Ragged, silver scars marred the perfect flesh of the woman's, and a few red scars, not completely healed, were placed here and there between the old and healed silver ones. On her back were large wings, but they were stripped of all flesh and feathers, leaving only the skeleton behind. Her body was completely bare, revealing every injury she might've sustained during her time of living.

While floating in this tube, the woman gave off a peaceful aura, the aura of final rest with death. But, even with her dark skin, it looked as if she was a ghost. A ghost condemned to live forever without true rest, a truly fearful feeling. Such a peaceful aura mixed with such a horrifying emotion, it was so strong that Koenma jerked his hand away from the tube.

"I'm sorry for keeping you here for so long.." His voice was wavering, as hard as he tried to keep it firm, it was failing him as it was washed away by the waves of tears that were about to flood his cheeks.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out from the entrance fo the chamber, "Oi! What the hell is this, Koenma?"

Author's Note: And this is where I end the first chapter. Mwaha. I love cliff hangers, don't you?