Haha yes, I've decided to get my lazy bottom up to write another story! Yay!
Chapter one.
Silence.
Complete silence filled the youthful Prince Koenma's room. The child pursed his lips behind his pacifier and pressed the tip of his fingers together. A faint knock at the door brought the melody of silence to a stop. Koenma glanced at the brass doorknob. "Come in, Hiei." He called, placing the only folder on his desk in a drawer, as if to conceal it from him.
The door swung open without the slightest sound. In the doorway, cloaked by the darkness of the hall, a rather fragile spikey haired figure took shape. His first step into the brightly-lit office showed the effects of being secluded.
Hiei was still shorter then all of the Reikai Tanteis, but he had indeed been drinking his milk. That was all that seemed to have changed about him. His black hair still stood up, with the white starburst as well. His ruby eyes could have cut ice if needed to, and his lips were shut tight. He wore his usual attire, white bandana and scarf, with everything else black. He looked as if he was bored and ready to just about ditch everything.
After a few more steps forward, Hiei kicked the door with his foot and procceded forward again. "Tell me," He said, speaking in a cool and collected tone, yet it had the hint that he didn't care. "How long have I been secluded in that room, Koenma?" He stopped once he was infront of the desk.
"You've been in jail for a year now, Hiei." Koenma cleared his throat. I've requested you see me because we're in need of your assistance."
"Already?" Hiei murmured, cocking one of his eyebrows. Koenma ignored him and continued.
"Although your replacement has gotten the team through tough times, this mission will need all the help we can get."
"I see." Hiei said, turning his heels. "Enjoy the chaos and destruction."
Koenma sighed. "Hiei, you'll be free from jail, don't you want that? Not only that, but your records will be cleared again."
Hiei was already near the doorway. "Not good enough." He replied. "I've learned the sound of silence in my room, and it's been very enjoyable."
"Hiei-"
"Hn."
Koenma sighed, "Fine, I'll talk to my father. You are no longer banned from eduring a relationship with Botan."
Hiei stopped at the door. Indeed, that was what he was waiting for. He turned around, his expression hard to figure out. "I'll be back tomorrow." Was all he could reply, before disappearing.
Koenma relaxed his shoulders and breathed deeply. "Father's going to kill me..." He moaned. Ten thousand spanking is a breeze, right?
Next day.
A series of gunshots rang through the afternoon sky. A young diety sat on her oar, her fingers running through a little black book. Her sharp eyes caught sight of a name. She used one of her fingers as a bookmark and turned to the sleeping, floating, body of a young man.
"Time to wake up, Matt Shinomori." She sang gently. At once, the young man began to stirr, then shot up.
He glanced around, slightly dazed and startled. "Where...am I?" He barely seemed to notice he was hovering over his bloody body.
The woman looked at him, her blue hair swaying with a gust of air. "Hi, I'm Botan. I'll be
your transportation across the river Styx." She causually pointed downwards, where police men were investigating his body. "As you can already tell from the bloody, the police, and the way your neck is twisted, you are dead. I'll give you a moment to catch up with the whole ordeal."
However, all the man could say was, "...Okay."
Botan patted the extra seat on her oar. "Alright, now that that's all cleared up, time to go." Matt obeyed her and took a seat. "So, I hear you have a girlfriend." She said, making conversation. Matt looked startled, then started to blush. Puzzled, Botan glanced at him.
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I have a girlfriend." He said, scooting away from Botan. Botan sighed, shaking her head.
"I didn't mean it that way," Botan said, slighly perplexed yet rather amused. "I was trying to make conversation. Where you thinking about her?" She asked.
Matt nodded. "I kind of...died because of her." He said sheepishly.
"You stole an old lady's purse for her?" Botan said loudly, turning to him.
Shaking his head, Matt moved farther away from Botan and explained, "No, I was trying to get her a wedding ring. I didn't have a lot of cash..." He trailed off, and then looked down, abashed.
Botan sighed. "You just had to choose the old lady next to the police station, ne? Then you had to run and get killed."
"I just...didn't want to see that look on her face. You know, the kind of disappointed look?"
Botan smiled at him. "You know, I know someone who said words like yours. He's a great guy, brash, but still a good friend."
"Does being dead mean I can start dating again?" Matt asked. Botan sighed, he sure forgot about his girlfriend fast. Faster then most guys with women she ferrys.
She shrugged. "Maybe."
"Maybe you can be my girlfriend!" suggested Matt.
Botan scratched her head in embarassment. She urged her oar faster, slightly ticked by the man. "Well, not really...I have a boyfriend actually. See?" She said, holding her hair up and pointing to the space between her neck and her shoulder. Tiny teeth marks were imprinted on her fair skin. Matt pulled away, awed.
"Is that like a symbol of love or something? Maybe I should start doing that!" He said, getting worked up.
Botan sweatdropped. How...odd could this guy be? "Um, I highly suggest you don't. You see, my boyfriend is kind of...different."
"Everyone's different." Matt replied,
"True," Botan agreed. "That's why you shouldn't bite your girlfriend on the neck." Botan said, trying to talk him out of it. 'Maybe I shouldn't show the mark anymore...' She thought, finally seeing Reikai in a distance.
"So who is your boyfriend anyways? Can I meet him?" Matt asked, prodding her as if she was his best friend.
"Um, well..."
"That's me." Both Botan and Matt twisted in their seats to find the source of the voice.
From the shadows of the entrance, a blur of a figure made itself known. Spikey hair and a tall firm figure as well. Botan found herself at a loss of breath.
"H...Hiei?"
End.