Disclaimer: I don't own the Yu Yu Hakusho characters (no duh!). And I might not own the Inuyasha crossover characters as well (still thinking if i'm going to continue this fic or not... depends on all your replies of course... ;D) And yes, I own Yokiko (i'll just add the rest of the owning declarations as or if we progress...) and the storyline.
Author's Note : Okay this is my first fic. So veterans and readers alike, I'd like you to know that constructive criticism is welcome. Another thing would be that, I'm in the market for a Yu Yu Hakusho & Inuyasha expert Icould consult, as/if this will progress (depends on your replies once again... and to those who would want to be consultants please email me... thanks) because it's been a super long time since I last watched. Okay, let's see...
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Chapter 1: Return of the Fallen
Walking into the familiar hallway, the young lady looks around, remembering times past. It's been awhile, wonder what brings me back here. She strides purposefully down the hallway intent on getting answers to questions buzzing around her brain.
As she continues to walk towards a certain office, she meets a blue skinned demon carrying a pile of paperwork mumbling unintelligibly. For a moment he doesn't notice her, but then they're eyes meet. A hint of recognition strikes him, his arms went slack and the entire mound of paper came crashing to the floor. She walks on, side stepping the demon in front of her.
"Better pick that up. Littering, as I remember isn't exactly a policy." She called back.
"Y…you….you…" he sputtered after her.
She gave it no more thought. She like the fact that she had that effect on him. At least someone still recognizes me around here. Upon reaching the chamber she sought, she knocked.
"Who is it?" came a voice irritated from the inside. "I told you not to disturb me."
"No you didn't." she replied coolly.
"Nice try, what do you think I am a fool?" Came the voice a bit skeptical. Was it who he thought it was?
"At times, I used to." She came, "are you letting me in or not?"
"Sure, fine." The man replied.
The girl pushed the door open and walked in. She looked around the familiar office. Koenma gawked at her, he didn't really expect her at his door, not after all this time. He even thought that it'd be some demon imitating her voice as a prank.
"Nothing much has changed around here." She commented.
"So you're back," Koenma replied tentatively ignoring her comment. "What brings you here?"
"The usual," she answered as she let her duffel bag slip to the floor and took a seat across his table. "information."
Koenma smirked, she has changed all that much, he thought. Her waist long hair was now short and jagged in cut up to her shoulders and everything else seemed to have not changed at all. She had the same misty black eyes that spoke of experience and the same porcelain skin that glowed under the fluorescent lighting. She was in her ningen form or so he liked to think since she was something else entirely, it just makes for easy cataloging in his mind.
"It is pretty late, the office reopens in the morning--" Koenma started his excuse.
"Fine," she cut him off. "I can wait, of course the guests quarters are still on the left wing's second floor, yes?" She had no problem with that. If he wanted to postpone giving her information, she could wait, she was tired from travel after all. She didn't have the courtesy of Botan around like when she used to.
Koenma nodded. She stood up took her duffel bag then walked into the hallway. Before she shut the door behind her she called back to Koenma, "Nice to see you too, Koenma." Then took her leave.
"Nice to see you too…" Koenma replied at the closed door still a little dumbstruck at the name he was about to utter. "…Yokiko."
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Sunlight trickled in falling on the sleeping form's eyes. She stirred and slowly opened them. Why am I here? She silently asked but she had a pretty good idea why. She just needed a conformation at the moment.
Yokiko stood up from bed and rummaged through her duffel for something decent to wear. Settling on a pair of jeans and black sleeveless shirt, she proceeded to the shower. After getting dressed, she walked out the guest room.
A small green horned demon awaited her in the corridor. "Lord Koenma sent me to fetch you" the demon whispered with a bit of terror in his voice. Yokiko shrugged in reply and followed it down the hallway and down some steps. The demon led her along a flight of steps and into a conference room.
Koenma waved his hand and the yellow demon left, in his haste tripped on the long white robe he wore. Yokiko shook her head amused, "Service here has gone bad too, Koenma. Are you losing your touch?"
"Good morning " he replied sarcastically. "And I refuse to answer that."
"For me?" Yokiko asked completely ignoring him as she sat down in front of a plate of bacon and eggs. Then began eating without waiting for Koenma's reply.
Koenma let out an exasperated sigh. There was no getting around her when she wanted to act this way. "So what kind of information did you want?"
"hmmm…" Yokiko began as she finished the last of the bacon and began on the eggs. "I was wondering if you know where Yomi is."
"Yomi? What would you want with Yomi?"
"I'll keep that to myself, thank you very much. Besides this is a personal matter." Yokiko replied. Or so I think it is so far.
Koenma gritted his teeth, "Fine, I'll have the information a little bit later. Anything else?"
"Yeah, could you find out what has been going on in the west lands as of late and if the demon lord I used to know is still around."
"Fine. I'll have the list of demon lords for you too." Koenma stated through gritted teeth, who was the damn royalty in this place? He opted to shut up for the rest of her breakfast. As much as he's like to know what she wanted Yomi for, he knew she'd tell him if it concerns him in any way. He was just a bit curious -- okay very curious.
Yokiko finished up and drank down the juice offered her then got up. "I'll see you in a while then." As she continued to walk towards the door.
"Yokiko," Koenma called out. "Where are you going?"
Yokiko smirked, "Exercise."
