Are You Crazy?
Kurama walked quickly out of the building and whipped out his cell phone. "Hello?"
"Hi Kasaan. I'm going to a friend's house, is that all right?"
"Sure Shuiichi, but don't be home to late."
"Alright. Bye Kasaan." The flip phone went back into the pocket. The teen walked around a corner and down an ally to his desired destination, a portal. He stepped through. After landing in front of his office door, pounded on it furiously.
"Come in!" Kurama flung the door open and went over to Koenma, completely ignoring his fellow spirit detectives who where already in the room. He flipped haphazardly through the pages until he found the desired one. "Kurama are you feeling ok?" His friends weren't used to calm, logical Shuiichi acting this nervous or sporadic. "This," Kurama near screeched as he held a drawing of what appeared to be a white youko in a toga standing in front of a large, withering oak tree.
"So…" Koenma said slowly wondering what the drawing had to do with anything.
"A girl at the asylum drew this," Kurama started in hopes that the baby lord would catch on. "It looks exactly like me in my past life," the frustrated Youko finished after no one made the connection. "She must be a demon in disguise or a physic or a Riekai person or…or…or…" His voice rose in volume as he became more desperate for an explanation.
"Are you nuts, Kurama!" Koenma shouted, "There are a ka-jillion kitsune legends in the Neiginkai. She could have easily got it from somewhere else. You're losing your touch…"
Everyone one in the group turned to their function companion – and gaped. Kurama tried to do the same to himself but failed. (Close up on horrified Kurama face) Kurama, the know-everything function bishounen, had been…dare I type it…wrong.
The world as anime knows it is ending…