If the Worst
Seven ogres surrounded a single redheaded male. All seven were variant shades of forest green, navy blue, and one dull orange one. A small point of a horn adorned the bald tops of each ogre's head, three on the biggest ogre that was leading. All of the ogres wore scant to nothing, a loincloth, revealing large semi-muscular-mostly-rotund bodies. There was no conversation amongst the conglomeration.
The redhead walked with his head downcast. His emerald green eyes held a slightly forlorn look, and deeper, barely perceptible, a look of defiance. The redhead wore a black
The escort came to the end of the large chamber like hall that they were walking down. The gigantic door swung open of it's own accord. The redhead was ushered though. The ogre group stayed waiting just outside the door.
The redhead continued walking to the center of the room, where a circle of light was. The rest of the room was somewhat shadowy although everything was visible. Stopping within the circle, the redhead looked up to the one who was judging him.
The toddler in the raised chair was dressed in clothes colored in light blues and mellow pinks. An accurately described baby blue pacifier was in his mouth. The toddler slowly shook his head.
That was the one who would judge the redhead. The toddler was in charge of the affairs in the afterlife and the interaction of supernatural affairs in the human plane.
The redhead bowed his head. There was nothing he could do. He had anticipated that.
The toddler spoke. "Minamino Shuichi, you have been accused of being the demon thief Yoko Kurama by a high force than myself. Is there anything you wish to say to this accusation?"
The redhead smiled at the ill sense of humor. Koenma knew all to well that it was true. He was there to have the proof if the toddler wanted to condemn the thief to whatever punishment would be at hand. Kurama said, "It is as you say, Koenma-sama."
"Do you know what that means?" Koenma asked, surprised.
"Yes, I do."
"You have admitted to being Yoko Kurama, therefore, admitting to committing all of the heinous crimes that the infamous thief Yoko Kurama committed."
"I cannot rightfully deny that."
"Then..." Koenma stopped. Why did he have to do this. He was loosing one of the key fighters for the Reikai in doing this. The toddler looked reluctantly to the corner of the room where his father, Enma-daio was watching before continuing his ruling. "Then...I here-by sentence you, Yoko Kurama to execution at dawn, tomorrow, as divine retribution to all of the crimes you have committed."
Koenma pressed a concealed button on the desk. A small buzzer went off. Two of the ogres that had led the criminal in walked up to either side of Kurama. Koenma watched dejectedly as the ogres led Kurama out of the room.
"An execution tomorrow, huh?" one of the green ogres asked after they were far out of ear shot of the room.
So nice of them to notice, Kurama thought.
"Hey, are you really the fox thief?" a blue one quipped.
"Woah, there watch out. He might have one of those plant weapons concealed somewhere. You wouldn't want him to snap your head off," the ogre with three horns said sarcastically.
Kurama stayed silent. Those ogres are acting worse than humans, Yoko commented.
"So, oh Bandit King, do you have any last words before we off ya tomorrow?"
"As a matter of fact, I would like to inform my mother of this," Kurama replied mildly.
The atmosphere had slowly changed from the torchlight grand corridor to a danker more dungeon appearance. A large whole in the wall had been carved out and bars ran across the opening. A door was opened and Kurama walked inside. The door locked behind him.
"Bring a piece of paper and a pen. Make it snappy," Three-horns told the orange ogre. The orange ogre scampered off and reappeared in a couple minutes with the desired supplies. These were handed to Kurama and then the ogres left.
Kurama sat against the wall, thinking. How should he phrase this so as not to hurt her too much with the ill tidings? His gaze drifted to the window, where the full moon was shining.
When Kurama was done, the letter read:
Dear Mother,
I have been meaning to tell you this for a while, and the best moment I have found is now. I used to be a fox demon thief, but I was injured and my spirit possessed the body of your son, Shuichi. You have my utmost gratitude for keeping me safe over these long sixteen years, and from you I have gained a human identity and regret that which I did in my past life.
Yet, for all that you have done, I could not escape my past. It was revealed to higher authorities that I am the fox thief, Yoko Kurama, and I have been sentenced to death. Please don't worry, Mother. Just live your life as best you can with your boyfriend.
I will always love you, my Mother. You have melted my dark side.
Sayonara,
Your Shuichi Minamino
Satisfied that it was as best he could do under the circumstances, Kurama folded the paper neatly and placed it by the door. A guard came by, Kurama brought it to his attention, and the guard ogre left with the paper in hand. All that was left was to wait for the sun to rise.
