"Change the channel, wouldya?"

Mitarai glared at Sniper, but when Sniper gave him a stare that clearly told him there was pain in his future if he didn't do the menial task, he meekly got up and pressed the channel button on the. He stopped clicking when Sniper grunted and motioned for him to halt, landing on some slasher movie. Typical, he thought.

Mitarai secretly wondered why Sensui had chosen Sniper to be a part of his team. Group of friends, Mitarai corrected himself automatically, feeding on his desire to be a part of such a thing. But he knew that this was no such thing. When the seven were together, they rarely talked to each other-except Sensui, who was their common bond-, and a few of them outright hated each other. Like Mitarai and Sniper.

He did not know Sniper's real name; he knew none of the real names, only their pseudonyms. Sniper. Doctor. Gourmet. Game Master. And himself, Seaman. Only Sensui had told them his real name, a Mitarai guessed that Itsuki was also a made-up name. Do demons have names? he wondered.

It had been a wise move if Sensui's-that way, no one could chicken out and turn the others in. As if anyone could have the guts to; Mitarai had a feeling Sniper would shoot the person who began to have thoughts of desertion

Sighing, he sank back in his tattered armchair. He had agreed to spend the afternoon in Sensui's dirty, small apartment only because he thought it would only be Sensui and him. They could talk. They hadn't had a face-to-face talk since Mitarai had shakily agreed to help him with the tunnel (he had been convinced it was entirely possible). And then the other five showed up.

Sniper. The dark haired teenage boy lay on hiside on a delipidated couch, lazily throwing darts at a small target on the wall and watching the gory made-for-tv movie at the same time. Mitarai had never liked him. He reminded him a little bit too much of the bullies at school. And that casual, yet slightly mean way he threw his weight around...Yet Sensuitrusted him. I trust all people that Sensui-san trusts he reminded himself firmly. It was very important to him to have complete loyalty to Sensui, especially at this turning point.

Game Master. The boy sat on the floor, legs streched out, immersed in his Gameboy. Mitarai harbored no real feelings towards him. After all, he was only a child. Still too young, in Mitarai's eyes, to be held truly accountable for his actions. In fact, he often thought that the small brown-haired boy didn't really know what he was getting himself into.

Doctor. The tall man had draped himself rather elegantly across another of Sensui's armchairs, still wearing his long white coat. He was watching the tv set with fascination, his eyes flickering with an insane glee every time something especially bloody happened. Mitarai was appalled by the man; the way his eyes were bright with a crazy, malevolent light, the way he moved and talked, his disgusting thoughts and ideas. There was a fine line between genius and insanity-Sensui had proven that. But while Sensui was most definetely a genius, the Doctor was barking mad. He reminded Mitarai of a snake. Slithery, slippery, and unaturally cruel.

Gourmet. The large boy had settled on the couch right next to Sniper, eating a bag of chips and focusing intently on something written on a scrap of paper. Mitarai honestly didn't see why Sensui chose Gourmet. He seemed to be rather useless. He talked as sparsely as possible, and even when he did, it was nothing intelligent. Mitarai hadn't seen him demonstrate any greaat powers, either.

His thoughts abruptly came to a halt when Sensui chuckled behind them. He was staring at something on his laptop, and could not keep the amusement off his face.

"What?" Sniper drawled, obviously upset that he had been distracted from his darts.

"The new Reikai Tantei... Ah, Koenma, you certainly have intresting choices."

"Who is he?"the Doctor asked, watching Sensui out of the corner of his eye.

"Some little punk named Yusuke Urameshi. A virtual unknown in Reikai. Looks unpredictable, scruffy, and a definite thug...exactly the type you DON'T want to become a Tantei."

Sensui closed his laptop and folded his hands, looking at all of them with the amusement still evident in his face.

"I said I'd wait to put the plan in motion until I saw the Tantei that Koenma has chosen to replace me. Gentlemen, I do believe the wheels are now in motion."

A/N: Wow, I realize the chappie took a long time in coming. Oooops! I tried to make The Seven as in character as possible, but some of them might be a bit OOC. I hope you enjoyed it anyway. (Oh, and reviews make me happy)