"It's the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen."
John Wooden
Human's were strange things. Strange and troublesome.
Koenma settled his chin on his hand, watching silently as the room descended into chaos once the younger Sawada fell to the ground unconscious. He could almost feel the worry and panic even through the screen of the monitor he watched the scene on.
The boy, of course, would be alright.
He didn't have any life-threatening wounds and he wasn't scheduled to die anytime soon.
Though he'd probably have to get his ogres to go grab him the boys records again, just in case.
(Flame users were funny like that. So, troublesome and hard to manage with their willful nature. They'd have one thing written in their fate and they'd go and defy it with every inch of their being. They'd fight tooth and nail and unlike normal humans, those annoying flames managed to change things.)
Koenma sighed as the movement around the boy settled down and he got a good look at his face. So familiar.
He hadn't thought of Giotto in a very long time.
But, if this boy was anything like his ancestor, Koenma would have to keep an eye on him.
He had already managed some sort of Giotto-like miracle by corralling Kurama and Hiei the way he had, not to mention his rag-tag collection of flame users surrounding him. Koenma shook his head and smiled as he watched Kurama gently bandage the boy's arms with both worry and fondness lingering in green eyes.
He never thought he'd see a demon hold such tender emotions for another being in their eyes.
It was almost surreal.
(But, he couldn't deny that those emotions were true. Kurama wouldn't have been willing to sacrifice so much if it was all a simple act.)
Humans could be troublesome, especially the ones with flames.
But…
(Golden eyes looked up at him, determination brimming within their depths even while exhaustion was etched into his body. The man had only asked for one thing from him despite knowing Koenma was able to do so much more. Koenma was younger then. Father had only just allowed him some responsibilities, which unfortunately include some flame related affairs that went sour very quickly. But, despite everything that went wrong, that experience shaped the way he viewed and interacted with humans even 400 years later.)
They could be interesting.
He kicked his feet back and forth and leaned back in his chair.
"A human able to naturally see spirits despite having flames. What did he use to call it? Hyper Intuition? That man's blood really is scary strong. Honestly. No wonder she chose him to carry that burden."
His eyes grew distant.
("Please, if you truly are a God…I beg you…protect my injured comrades…w-while I finish this." … "These rings…?" … "I will not disappoint you…I swear. I will protect the balance.")
"Sir…?" Jorge peered into the room, glancing around suspiciously. "Are you talking to someone? Is this a bad time?"
Koenma rolled his eyes. "No, no. What is it?"
"Well….you know how Hiei has a sister….?"
'But, I guess it's alright to leave it be for now. I do owe him for helping me out back then.'
It's interesting, having characters who are hundreds of years old with characters who age normally. I like the dynamic though, it adds some interesting perspectives to the mix. Don't worry, I'll write out what happened in the past between Koenma and Giotto...eventually. Lol