Silverwing013: Hobey-ho! Sorry it took so long…. (author is promptly whacked by various readers) It was her fault! (points in New York's direction) Her fault! (whack!) Anyway…(slightly dazed look) I was thinking about this yesterday and was hit by a thunderstorm. I realized what I have done to Hiei in this. Take a guy who goes out drinking in Las Vegas (Hiei's so called mating season), marries up with some chick (Mikko and the bonding issue), and then when the guy is no longer drunk he tries to break it off (Hiei chasing her away). O.O Whoopies…. The connections of that hit me and seriously spooked me. And I shared it for no reason what-so-ever. (Grin.) So um…go read what ya'll've been waitin' for! …Disclaimer to all previous rights to the YuYu Hakusho gang.
Following Botan to Spirit World:
"Koenma sir?" Botan spoke in question as she opened the door, without given permission.
Two ogres looked up from over the stacks of papers they were carrying, speaking in cheerful tones in unison as they paused before her to quickly say, "Hello Botan!"
"Hello guys!" Botan replied brightly back as they continued bustling out of the room but not before she yelled after them, "Take a break guys! The deaths have gone down the last couple days!"
Koenma looked up from reading the new stacks warily, but still offered a smile for the person before him. "Yes, deaths have gone down but we have bigger problems than keeping up with the official death papers. How are Yusuke and Kuwabara dealing with Akuna and Kuanja?"
"Ah!" Botan clapped her hands together before her chest, leaning forward with wide-open eyes. "Koenma! Akuna and Kuanja have stolen Yukina's healing and ice powers as well as Hiei's Jagan eye!"
Koenma burst up from his seat. "WHAT?"
Botan nodded continuing as she did so. "Kuanja also mentioned a third Forbidden Hunter by the name of Haru! And that Haru is up here somewhere! Autumn Breeze—wow that name is a mouthful!—Abby is going all out of whack! And—"
Koenma stopped her with a hand. "Jorge!" He called the summons out toward the open door.
Jorge promptly ran inside the room. "Yes Koenma sir?"
"Pull out any information we have on a Forbidden Hunter by the name of Haru. I'll be back shortly," Koenma stood up from his desk chair.
"Koenma sir!" Jorge ran about frantically in front of the child ruler. "Where are you going!"
"Don't worry so much ogre. Its just time for my yearly visit to my mother."
Botan gapped at the small ruler. "I've never seen your mom before Koenma…."
"Most never do," Koenma sighed out. "Good thing too. My parent's bondage line is permanently split, seared, and severed. Father has his moments of anger and mother rambles like a drunkard."
Botan starred thoughtfully at Koenma. "What exactly does happen when a bondage line is split?"
"If the bond is not fixed after the split, both from the bonded slowly starts to self disrupt. Prime examples…I said earlier," Koenma sighed walking out of his office.
But Botan's voice drew him back in. "That's why Abby was acting so psychotic!"
Koenma glanced back in after this pronouncement. He shrugged. "Why am I not surprised when its Hiei we're dealing with?" Koenma continued his way out of the office.
"Wait!" Botan rushed after him. "I want to met your mother!"
"Any chance of you giving up on this idea anytime soon Botan?" Koenma asked warily.
"Nope! No chance at all!" Botan replied cheerily.
"Pass?" Came the drone question from the plain dressed female ogre behind the wooden desk in at the very end of the long white hallway. Koenma cleared his throat and the ogre looked up. "Pardon Prince Enma Junior. I will send you up to room 742 again shall I?" The ogre pushed a plastic access card across the table to Koenma. "And you miss?"
"She's with me today," Koenma told the ogre.
She raised her eyebrow at Koenma. "I see. Just do not let history repeat itself with her. Or your own child will be visiting Ayame the same way," the ogre pushed a second plastic access card to Botan. "Have a good visit Prince Enma Junior sire." The ogre pushed up her large coke bottle glasses up her sliding nose, stressing on the last word of her speech only slightly.
"Thank you Rye. I don't need the dry warning." Koenma proceeded to use the pass to open the restricted door. He turned toward Botan with a pause at the door. "Coming?"
"Of course Koenma!" Was the bright answer as Botan hurried after the child-like king.
The door, slamming shut, echoing behind them with a creepy pitch to it, shut tightly to its frame, electronics buzzing up and down the long concrete hall as it verified the door both opening and shutting.
"Uh…Koenma?"
"Yes?" The smaller form of Koenma turned around to look up at Botan following him, walking backward easily to look at the grim reaper.
"What did Rye mean by that?"
Koenma sighed, turning to walk forwards again. "Every time I'm down here she has to remind me."
Their footsteps echoed down the hallway for a moment before Koenma continued.
"My father bonded to my mother, yes. But he still kept feelings for another Goddess, one that was outside his reach in any way you looked at it. Autumn Breeze's mother in fact." Koenma closed his eyes warily. "Found it in the old journal of Council Member Number Three when I was looking up information on Autumn Breeze earlier."
Botan gapped at Koenma for the second time that day. "Zephyr? No wonder your father wanted Abby to stay away form up here…."
Koenma chuckled a bit, taking the chance to glance back at Botan. "Where DID you come up with the nickname Abby?"
"Oh!" Botan pointed a finger brightly up into the air. "Autumn Breeze, initials are A B. So…Abby!" Botan laughed at her mind's logic, stopped as soon as she heard the echo come eerily back at her from the old gray cement walls. "Creepy…."
"Yes it is," Koenma answered shortly with a slight smile at Botan's actions. Stopping, he swiped his pass through the box next to the door to grant his access through. Room 742 was stenciled in dark gray above it. Koenma swallowed tightly, straightening up as tall as he could in his child form. "Here we are." Botan gazed at Koenma's slightly worried, fearful face and felt badly for the child king's luck on parents.
A resounding voice echoed the walls inside, cursing a rant across the room, muttering darkly seeming to make the pure white walls be remarkably dim. "Moment he comes back I'll kill the murderous dog. Doing me to get a son then dumps me like a rotten unwanted tomato for the girl he really wants. That sonnuva bastard! I should have seen it beforehand with the way he spoke to that bitch. He tumbled me just for my son. My son! He has my son, teaching the young boy to do the same as him. My poor boy. He'll be another damn bastard when he grows up if his bastard father has much to say. But my little boy has the guilty conscious. Yes he does. Comes down here to see me more than his own father blinked his big eyes at me. Oh that bastard. Wish someone would kick his fat lecherous ass off the throne. Now, my little boy seems so much more suited for the job. More than his own father. Isn't that a damn sad thing? I should be allowed to give him a piece of my mind I should. Hark! Who's there?" The voice stopped its flowing rant to yell in their direction.
"Hello mother," Koenma answered the lady sitting at the foot of the bed as if ready to bolt at her visitor if needed, her ranting at a close for the moment. "How are you today?"
Botan stared quietly at the person that Koenma had called mother, his mother's muscles relaxing from the defensive stance of using the bed frame as a push off to attack. Her thin pale frame held up the typical Queen's bed garments, white socks clung tight to her feet. Dark brown hair was pulled back into two loosely done buns, many strands of wavy fuzzed hair (sleep fuzz, in other words) standing up in odds and ends. Her face suddenly brightened at the sound of Koenma's voice, glancing over in his direction as he walked over to her. She looks like a lazy teenager was Botan's thought to the buns and drunken-like ranting attitude.
"My little boy! It's about time you came to see me Ko." Her face darkened quite suddenly. "Was it your father that kept you away again?"
Koenma sighed, placing a hand on his mother's shoulder as he replied. "No mother. Father didn't keep me away any longer than usual. You know that I'm allowed to come every year on your birthday."
"That's right," his mother sulked slightly at this reminder. "It's the only time the bastard has enough guilt to let you come. Oh wait, I forgot. That bastard doesn't feel anything for me. He'd rather tumble with her. The stupid elemental Goddess that used to be—" She stopped suddenly at the sound of a shocked gasp.
Koenma flickered his eyes over in Botan's direction and then back to his mother. "Zephyr?" It was asked to distract her from the sound, to cover Botan's presence in the room. He'd rather have himself introduce Botan after getting his mother properly off the subject of his father or she would take Botan's presence the wrong way…. Or would she be wrong in that conclusion, Koenma wondered briefly. He shook his head to rid the thought.
"Who's there?" She asked sharply. "And explain to me at once on when I told you her name." Her tone simply screamed at Koenma despite not yelling vocally at him. Tell me the truth and do not dare lie.
Botan inched her way forward quickly a few feet from Koenma's mother at the bed and bowed deeply before the woman. "My name is Botan and I am a spirit faerie working as grim reaper. I am so pleased to met you at last."
"Don't bow to me. People like me are not treated like royalty. I'm not bonded to him anymore. So don't go around acting like I am." She glared spitefully at Botan as she straightened up quickly. I thought the bonded stay bonded no matter what, Botan thought after these words. I thought there could always be splits in the bondage line but they were fixable and never could completely tear the bonded apart. This must be one huge split in the line for Koenma's parents; Botan came to the conclusion of. She glanced over at Koenma whose eyes were looking at his mother like he wanted to point this out to her.
"Now, for my little boy. I never gave you that woman's name for good reason. Ko…explain." She gave her son a glare that only a true mother could forge against their children.
Koenma flinched slightly under his mother's eye. Now she looks more like a mother and less like the divorced wife Botan thought. "It deals with the new spirit detective I told you about last time. And the other three working with him."
"What business does your spirit detective team have that it deals with diving inside affairs not theirs to know?"
"Council Member Number Seven had a dream vision that—"
"Vita?" Koenma's mother questioned. "That siren wasn't strong enough to produce something such as a dream vision."
"No, no," Koenma said quickly. "She committed suicide around…I believe fifteen years ago now…perhaps less than that. We have a new Number Seven in her place. He caused quite a commotion when he first came up to Spirit World in numerous ways."
"Pity," Koenma's mother sighed briefly. "I liked her. Vita was leading the reb--. Ah. Forget that Ko. That was years ago now."
"You were helping weren't you?" Koenma asked purely curious, slightly amazed as he spoke quietly.
His mother blinked at her son in surprise and disbelief. Suddenly, she threw herself forward to lift the child form of Koenma into a great hug. "My little boy has done me good! You actually care about the decency of Spirit World! You care! And the rights and goodness…! Perhaps I underestimated your father as a role model."
Did. That. Actually. Come. Out. Of. Her. Mouth?
Koenma looked at his mother with worry as well as a confused face. Botan stared with wide eyes at the woman she had just met in the last few minutes, taken completely aback with the words she had used together in the same sentence. Koenma's father…role model…from his ex-bonded's (well, thrown away wife anyway. It was under common knowledge that bonded cannot completely split from each other) mouth? Somehow, this did not fit inside Botan's mind, even more in Koenma's.
His mother smiled at her son's confusion. "That man has taught you what not to do. Thank the heavens! People always learn from mistakes…good hearted people anyway."
Koenma slowly smiled, taking in his mother's compliment that he would be a great Spirit World King someday. "Yes. I suppose that is true."
Botan chimed in brightly. "Prime example! …Yusuke Urameshi!"
Koenma burst out laughing. Koenma's mother glanced curiously between the two as they laughed over the exclamation from the spirit faerie's mouth.
"Too true Botan! Even with his mule tough head!"
Meanwhile, down on Human World….:
"Can someone scratch my nose? It's itching like hell," Yusuke said as the flames licked up around the ice around him. Hiei ignored him.
"I'm not picking your nose Urameshi!"
Jin laughed. "And ain't not one guy here crazy enough ta get close ta dat fire goin' on, up around YOU Urameshi!"
"Shut up," interrupted Hiei. "I need backup, that's not frozen, to go up against those damned two before the full moon tonight you idiots."
"Who are ya calling an idiot runt boy?" Kuwabara yelled back in reflex. He paused. "You little bastard. Why'd ya hafta go and grow taller?"
Hiei smirked. "Even if it wasn't my choice, I'm enjoying your misery about it. Now cork it, oaf."
Unknown Room, Spirit World:
Knock Knock! Knock! Knock Knock! Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap!
Number One nodded to Number Six at the table mutely, pushing papers to Number Three and Number Four on either side of him. Getting up, Number Six's identity cloak flew behind as Six pulled open the door by a crack to find Number Seven waiting none too patiently behind it. Seven pushed the door open further, walking inside the conference room, shutting the door firmly. Tracing fingers on the door in pattern, Seven personally sealed the door in all penetrable ways that were known to humankind, demon-kind, and spirit-kind. A thumbs up appeared from Seven as the Council Member sat down next to Number Six at the round table.
"Hey One," was the cheerful greeting.
"You're late," snapped One. Then the Council Member stopped to think over the words spoken. "You are late? I've never seen you late once. Is that superb six sense you have failing you already Number Seven? Be a real pity because rumor has it that your cousin could most probably take a Number Seven position up here. But," One waved the words away, "he could never replace your sense and has too much need on Hope's SDT."
The Council Members around the table nodded at the words in agreement.
"Pardon," came a rather solemn voice from the left side of One. "But I believe we are all here are we not? Forgetting Two as usual I mean."
"Yes," spoke Seven. "I know I am here for this meeting. I had one something that had to be taken care of just now. And speaking of that…." Seven straightened in his seat only to prop a head with a hand. "The SDFS? Yeah. I've been working on them and just secured my seventh one a minute ago. We have seven of the nine backed behind us when the time comes. They support the cause and our Hope instead of Sire." Seven yawned loudly. "I need more stop sleep time up here more then usual, of late."
The Council Members stared at Seven in disbelief. One grunted in a pleased way but also in slight resentment, tossing a special small golden coin token at Seven's head. Seven caught the trinket happily before it could reach the last Council Member of the Seven's head. "Kudos, Number Seven," One told the Council Member toying with the gold between fingers with pleasure at the reward.
"I keep telling you not to bet against me One," remarked Seven, pocketing the coin. "Remember…you said nine stop sleep time coins, one for every SDFS member I got. Might as well fork the other two up now because the majority and pressuring from the part of the team I have already is cracking down on the last two. It is only a matter of time."
"I'll win against you, yet." One said back. "Your strong sixth sense is just that, very very strong. It's not unstoppable unless you're Fate, which is impossible because Fate disappeared centuries ago." One paused. "Until then…very glad that you are winning the bets."
"Moving on," Seven said. "How is the rest of this proceeding?"
"My specs in Hope's office have brought interesting news from Human World," said Three. "Bubbly came back just before this and says that our Hunter K is searching for another Hunter hiding up in Spirit World. Name is Haru. Hunter H. Loincloth is pulling out any information about Hunter H as we speak down in the filing room."
A spidery blue mechanic object appeared from under Three's cloak, scrambling up the table with its eight legs to tap at the monitor lying directly in the center of the round table. A computer screen popped up for the group to see, the mechanic blue spider tapping across the flat screen, tapping quickly at it, scrambling wildly about but managing not to slip or trip or fall on its surface. Within moments, a view screen of the library had been zoomed in to see the blue ogre, Jorge (dubbed Loincloth for these such meetings even though the room had been sealed by Seven), thumbing quickly through old papers from the original folder marked Forbidden Hunters. It seemed to the group that the ogre was holding no luck in his search. Three leaned down to inspect the view screen properly.
"Slipgear." The blue spider-like machine clicked in response to its name. "Where is the second folder?"
Slipgear clicked rapidly. Three shook a head. "No. I don't mean the copy given to the leader of SDT. I'm talking about the folder marked under the demon cat's folder."
Slipgear scrambled back over to the view screen, tapping to go back to the mainframe, scuttling around until finding the folder marked Nekoyami and the other sixty-six folders inside that folder. Clicking again, Slipgear stood to full height in question to Three. "The folders marked for the Hunters."
Slipgear went back to tapping away at the screen. Seven sighed, leaning back in his chair for a light doze as the spec clicked back up at Three again.
"Ah curse it. Forgot Nekoyami's whole league of followers was all called Hunters. No, not the Fear Hunters of all his Dementors still in Britain or any of his Taisho Hunters or any of those others…keep with the Forbidden Hunter Folders please Slipgear."
Slipgear clicked before tapping away, three folders coming to the screen.
Four whistled low. "Damn…. Bubbly got good information passed through her big mouth this time." Four reached across the table to touch the screen button for the third folder only to have Slipgear scramble across and snap at his reaching finger, clicking away madly at the Council Member. "Ow! That drew blood that did! Keep forgetting the little specker is touchy about that."
Three tapped a finger on the table, getting Slipgear's attention back on him, the spec clicking back at the attention on him by Three. "Four is only curious, Slipgear, not trying to take your territory or job or any such thing. Please refrain from that language from earlier also. Could you get the third folder open for us on the frame?"
Slipgear scrambled back over, tapping the last folder. The little spec shrieked loudly, scurried back across the table no more than a zip as it raced to safety under Three's cloak. An alert message had popped up on the screen, this obviously the reason why Slipgear had been shocked. Three stroked the angry clicking spec hiding under his cloak.
'Nekoyami/Hunters/Forbidden/Haru-folder has been classified as forbidden information unless the given password is typed in before attempted opening of this folder. For permission of this password, one must go to King Enma for this confidential information.'
"Hummm. Sorry about that Slipgear," Three stroked the angry spec one last time.
"Damn him!" Yelled Four, jerking up to slam fists down on the table, sending Seven to grumble at the noise in his light cat nap. "Damn him! Hell that bloody thing is forbidden information! He tampered with the filing system!" Four leaned forward to look at the date of the classification. "That bloody bastard! Classified the same bloody damn day the SDT received information!"
"Of course he did," Seven said angrily. "Those in power want to stay in power. We all knew this would happen. Sire is going to stay in power at any cost. It will also cause him to make more mistakes and reveal his true abusing of his power. Shut up about what is already known Four. I want sleep."
Four looked ready to explode at Seven as the said Council Member rested in the seat.
"Calm yourself Number Four," Number One spoke. "Number Seven is right. This is something we all knew would happen. I never thought the Hunters were such a factor though and now I wonder on the true case of Hunter H. Why would Sire go to the lengths to have his folder become confidential at this time? What is their connection?"
Four clenched fists, sitting down after a moment. "Damn that bloody bastard." And Four said nothing more.
Seven stretched, sitting up properly in the seat with a yawn. "Man…at least I control my typical language up here. The cloaks may hide our true selves and all, making our voices all sound the same but they don't hide how we speak. Yer a bloody British yee are young fellow?" He asked but gave every suggestion that it was only a comment. "Okay…. Back to business at hand. Can Six get down to the filing system room today?"
Number Six nodded at Number Seven.
"All right. Six, go down and search. Try not to raise suspicion in Loincloth because we do not need Hope to know about this. He'll be safer from his father if not knowing anything about this." Seven leaned back in the chair again. "Three, have Slipgear and the other specs keep watch as usual. And I want you to report to Sire today. Make sure to bow deeply to hide what you are truly doing. This has gone on long enough without a spec inside and with it heating up like this, trust me, we will want the spec inside that area."
Three nodded at Seven. "Any specialty spec to recommend that you think might be useful?"
Seven tapped a chin. "I'm thinking recording for some reason here…. Why?" Seven thought for a while as if piecing something together. "Ah…. When our young," Seven paused with a glace at One, "forbidden among forbidden comes up here…get a spec on her ASAP. Got it?"
"Of course…. But I don't see why…. She isn't coming up here. Your cousin is working on that…." Three pondered.
"Why is it that everyone up here knows about my damn cousin?" Seven asked annoyed.
One snickered. "It is the reason why you came up here in the first place. Quite a sight it was."
"Yeah, yeah. But dream visions cannot be completely stopped. They happen. Sooner or later," Seven glanced away. "Maybe none of them will die with intervention, perhaps all three will die anyway. Even I can never completely know what will happen. So…we must be prepared for anything possible. I'm voting more down the line that they all die even though it is believed impossible by all present."
There was a deadly pause before a crack was made.
"I'll bet you three. There is no way possible that the Forbidden Children will die."
Laughter and groans were shared around the table. "Never learns," remarked Five. "But I can check the schedules with other spirit faeries working as grim reapers for Shuichi Minamino's. The other two wouldn't be under the list since Forbidden's have all just faded in the past." Five chuckled, "What a shock this will be…a Forbidden Child…actually dying for once."
"Thanks Five. Is that everything new then?"
Three raised a cloaked head. "Bubbly said something about Child H losing an eye. The eye, I may mention. Due to a Hunter."
Grumbles, moans, and the general annoyed po'd comments circled the table.
"Well," Seven stood up, "if that is all…I have some sleep to catch up on."
"Squid!" There was a mad dash for the ogre with the metal rolling cart of food. "Ko, you are an absolute joy! You got me squid!"
Botan chuckled as Koenma hurried over to the cart as well for the second plate of squid. Koenma's love of squid was now answered. "Oooo!" Botan squealed out. "Cake!"
The general round of the birthday song was lead by Koenma, followed by Botan's loud and cheerful voice, and Koenma's mother started singing up on her own birthday song with a speed that would cause even the fastest talker difficulty. "Dig in! This is a feast! Your young lady friend can join in!" Koenma reddened, glaring slightly at his mother's words, but finished off his squid quickly enough with a delighted smile.
She cut a large slice out for herself, taking a large bite out of it before cutting the cake once more. Botan's hand was slapped away from the cake as Koenma was granted the second piece. He took his own large bite, grinning up at the pouting grim reaper with a small smirk. Botan stuck her tongue out at him as she received her own piece of the cake. Koenma's mother snuck her hand over as Botan's fork was reaching her mouth, shoving the sugary mouthful across the bubbly blue head's cheek. Koenma laughed at Botan with his mother, Botan joining in on the laughter soon enough.
All good things come to an end though and Rye soon came by to say that Jorge was becoming frantic. "And he is starting to annoy me," was Rye's final comment as the pair left. Koenma asked Rye to make sure his mother got another squid for supper.
Botan laughed. "I should try squid one of these days!"
"Don't laugh at tradition," Koenma said slightly annoyed. "I give her squid every birthday since it's the only time father will allow it along with me going down there."
"Their bondage split doesn't seem to be that large," Botan commented. "Sure, she was…a tad off at first…but after that…. She seemed like any normal mother with their child on a birthday."
"Koenma!" Came a call from down the hallway.
Koenma peered up to see one of the Council Members waving wildly at him from quite a ways down the hallway. "That could only be Number Seven," Koenma grinned with a shake of his head. "Young kid…."
"Hey Number Seven," Koenma greeted as he drew closer. "The stop sleep time again? How are you getting all of those coins lately?"
"Ain't tellin'!" Seven chirped out. "How was the trip to your mother's?"
Koenma frowned. "How did you know…?" Koenma shook his head. "Never mind that question. Fine. Talked about you for a while. She didn't know that the last Number Seven committed suicide all those years ago."
"Vita?" Seven toned the question agitated. "She didn't commit suicide. I still don't believe she would."
"Mmmm," said Koenma. "Turns out that Vita was in charge of some rebellion as I found out today. With her as your early mentor, I figured you are…continuing it."
Number Seven stepped back, waving his hands about. "Rebellion," he barked out in laughter. "Please. That would be treason Koenma. Why would I do a thing like that?"
There was a lengthy pause.
"Pity…."
"WHAT?" Number Seven and Botan screeched out face faulting.
"Koenma, you can't be serious!" Botan yelled at him.
Koenma pondered it for a minute. "Actually…I can. My father has only been worse in these last few years and gaining up his Hitler-like attitude even more lately. Ordering you to kill off Autumn Breeze."
"Yeah…." Number Seven said slowly. "Well, I do so need my rest."
Koenma nodded at the Council Member. Number Seven pulled open a door, pushing the gold coin inside a slot on the wall. Botan stopped her gawking at Koenma to watch Number Seven go through the process of this room. The Council Member entered the room, lying down for a minute even though the timer on the door claimed it to be nine hours. Koenma stood nearby, watching Botan from the corner of his eye.
Number Seven came back out to walk down the hallway and around the corner with a yelled goodbye from over the cloaked shoulder.
"But Number Seven was the one that brought Abby up here to be safe," Botan said.
Koenma nodded, heading down the hallway to the spot where Jorge was frantically hopping up and down. "Yes, he did."
"Koenma sir! Koenma sir!" Jorge raced up. "That file on that Haru has been claimed confidential by your father! We need his permission to get to that folder!"
Koenma sighed with a nod. "Father. Of course. Go back and see if you can find anything else that may relate back to Haru."
Jorge nodded frantically, dashing back down the long hallway and out of sight.
Koenma continued on down the hall, Botan following as silence was keep for quite some time. It wasn't until they reached Koenma's office doors that Botan spoke.
"I support you. Your mother is right. You will be a great ruler someday."
And Botan ran off.
Back down in Human World in late afternoon:
"Ah!" Yusuke stretched up as Hiei finished melting him out of the ice. "That is so much better."
Clunk!
Jin dashed over to Yusuke's side, leaning down with a worried face. "Mikko Songs! Are you okay!"
Mikko's golden brown head appeared from behind Yusuke. Reaching over, she hit him in the leg. "Hey you. Who told you that you could move?" Looking up….
Hiei and Mikko pointed at each other in unison. "What is she/he doing here!"
"Don't talk at the same time girl! I told you to leave!"
"Well I would've left if Enma didn't send his goons after me!"
"Does that look like my fault you stupid human?"
"DON'T CALL ME HUMAN! I AM A HALF GODDESS YOU BIG IDIOT!" Mikko raced forward only to be held back with difficulty by her brother. "LET ME AT HIM!" Her eyes were flashing out a dark green as she continued fighting to get at Hiei. Hiei smirked at her. "AAAHHHHHHH!"
Wind shoved down, pushing its way at Hiei. He braced himself for the wind, flames running against the blowing wind to even things out. Jin ducked out of there with the other two, failing to pull his sister from the incoming flames.
Wind and fire pushed at each other in a great heat, the two staring each other down.
"Go live somewhere else!" Hiei barked at her.
"I'll stay here just to tick you off!"
"That will only tick yourself off with me so close human!" Was the point made.
"Quiet demon boy! The saying does go to keep your enemies closer than your friends!"
"Then where are the Forbidden Hunters?"
"No idea! Go look yourself! I have bigger fish to fry!" Mikko screamed it out.
There was a pause after Mikko's last statement as the wind and fire blew around and around them. The trio watching noticed a slightly annoyed Kurama walking up from behind the fighting pair, his younger stepbrother tagging along only a few steps behind. Shuichi's face was in pure awe and joy.
"Or should I say, bigger shrimp to fry!" Mikko screamed over the wind with a smirk at Hiei's reaction.
"Don't call me short! Go look at your own little drop of a body…midget!"
"You're a midget as well or did you forget tha—"
"Ha! I'm a full five feet four inches, now, so don't call me a midget, midget!" Hiei smirked.
Kurama came up to the others, holding Shuichi from heading any closer to the two's fight. A few whispers later….
"Hey! Looks to me like the newlyweds are fighting!" Yusuke yelled out.
Mikko and Hiei froze, turning their attention on the Spirit World's main detective. "WHAT?"
Yusuke grinned, the others joining in with his smile. Thus, Kuwabara took his chance to dance forward with a dopey little song made up on the spot.
"Shrimpy little Hiei gets a shorter little girlfrie—ACK!" Kuwabara runs away the moment before Hiei's sword reaches him. But Mikko's wind fork knocked him over and pinned his arm sleeve to the ground.
"Playing with wildfire all day today aren't we?" Kurama commented.
Shuichi punched Kurama's arm lightly. "Ku-ra-ma," he whined. "You made them stop the cool powers."
"And for good reason," came Kurama's calm answer.
"Cool kid?" Asked Kuwabara, getting up quickly from the ground, tearing his uniform from the wind fork still attached to it. Both Mikko and Hiei rolled their eyes at Kuwabara, glared at each other, and turned in opposite directions. Yusuke chuckled at their reaction before rolling his own eyes at Kuwabara as the tall teen continued. "You want to see cool! Look at this!" And he flashed out his spirit sword for the kid to see.
Shuichi's eyes nearly bugged out at the orange zapping of spirit energy. "Sweet…."
"You really want to see sweet human?" Called out a voice. "How about a sweet treat of what I call 'Human Popsicle'?"
"Or what I call a sweet treat of revenge," called out a second voice.
With a rush of ice, the two forms jumped from the trees and an all-out brawl began in the darkness of late afternoon and the full moon rising up in the sky.
Silverwing013: Finally! It is almost over! At least this part of the Forbidden Trilogy…. Will Number Seven be correct in assuming that all THREE will die!
random audience noise: NOOOOOOO! NOT BISHIE BOY KURAMAAAAAAAAA! HIEIIIIIIIIIIIII!
….All three will die?
(crickets chirp)
All three…? Ah common'! What about Mikko here people?
random person speaks up from audience: She stole Hiei….
You have got to be kidding me…. (rolls eyes) She's trying to dump him as much as he's trying to dump her right now!
audience yells, chanting as they make the way toward the speaker….
Hey! The speaker is me! HELP ME! AAAHHHHHH! STAMPEDE OF FAN GIRLS!
Icedragon: glad ya luved Keiko's small role in there! Now your wait is over and the next wait for chapter 15 is under way….
Koji: yeah, an update. What can ya say? I'm awesome for my updates. Actually, no. getting busy with end of the school year stuff already and I put the update off a tad. Being the top of the school does that…. Ah well! At least I don't just stop in the middle of the story!
Kiwadoi: yup, updated. Grin.
HieiFan: ha ha! I had fun with Yusuke and Keiko during that last chapter didn't I? Hee hee. I updated….
Silverwing013: Wait…I am the author here. 'And as the speaker raced for safety to the town's local library the fan girls were struck by fate with a large crash. Pausing in her running to glance behind her, the speaker was struck with the fact that the fan girls were staring down at a well-known former bishie boy that had tossed a large bag of glass into the recycling bin. He paused from wiping his hands clean as if an unknown source told him that fan girls were staring him down. Bolting, the fan girls gave chase, wildly screaming his name while he made a run for it.' Ha! Go easily distracted fan girls! See ya'll next time!
