The Watch
We finally find out more about the girls. Chaos ensues. I own no references to Yu Yu Hakusho or any book used in this fic or any powers the girls might possess.
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"Koenma, sir, we have a problem!" a flustered Botan burst into the young prince's office flying on her oar. The ferry girl did her best to stop, but she flew forward crashing into teenage-form Koenma who was sitting on his desk filing papers. They both tumbled to the floor, Koenma somehow landing on top of Botan. Koenma smirked.
"Now Botan, I didn't know you were coming on to me." he smirked while Botan blushed. "If you wanted to have a conversation that badly, you could have set up an appointment." Botan blushed an even deeper shade, but got her courage up to taunt him back.
"Why, Koenma sir, since you are always on top of things, I would say you were coming onto me." It was Koenma's turn to blush. A beeping noise startled them both. Above them stood Merle with her trusty video camera in hand taping their every action.
"Can you move a little to the left, I can't get the right shot with this terrible lighting," Merle whined. She smirked and apparated with a snap. Where to? The corner of the ceiling, of course, to take in the full scene. Koenma got up and helped Botan with one hand.
"She deserves another two years probation for that." Koenma grumbled. Botan blushed and laughed. "Now, what did you want to tell me?" he asked as he sat back down in his poufy chair. Botan chewed nervously on her nail.
"Well, you see sir, Spirit Team Number One, sir, they are currently in a bit of a pickle, sir, and I do believe that they need assistance, sir-" Botan stammered but was cut off by Koenma who was beginning to lose his temper.
"Say it already Botan!" He interjected. Botan swallowed her nervousness.
"The boys have been captured during their mission to You-Know-Who's castle in Makai where You-Know-Who has taken residence." she stated simply looking around for people who could be listening. Koenma's face paled.
"You-Know-Who isn't going to be very happy that You-Know-Who is in You-Know-Who's castle. You-Know-Who will most probably throw something at me and then worry about the grand staircase in the castle." Koenma sighed.
"Let's just hope that the boys are safe from You-Know-Who for now." Botan sighed while putting a hand on Koenma's shoulder. Koenma relaxed into her touch. "Shall I summon them?" Botan asked.
"Might as well," Koenma sighed, "they most probably already know because of the LITTLE SPY from earlier." Koenma sighed and waved toward the corner where Merle was hiding.
"Kuso," she said and apparated home, then apparated back. "I am not little!" She stuck out her tongue and dissapparated with a snap.
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"Get up! Pronto! Get up peoples!" Merle shouted at the top of her lungs as she dissapparated back into the house. Several bodies fell down the stairs and took fighting positions. Faline was wearing a pair of sleeping bottoms that were about two sizes too big and pooled down at her ankles with a worn t-shirt that went down to her knees. Linnea wore fuzzy lime green pants with a blue shirt that had a softball logo in the front of it. Roxanne wore a pair of black sleeping bottoms with a tank top on that had an embroidery on it. All three girls had red rimmed eyes and mussed hair. They had grabbed random "weapons" from their rooms and were in an attack position looking around for the intruders. Linnea had a bat from softball, Roxanne hadher Literature textbook, and Faline brandished a nail file. Merle sweat-dropped.
"There is no intruder, I just had to tell you some good news!" she smiled and the girls dropped their "weapons". Suddenly, Gladys burst in with an old-fashioned silk nightgown and housecoat on carrying a glass paperweight. Her curly brown-blonde hair was still held a few hair combs and her glasses slid halfway down her nose.
"Okay, who's intruding? Security system's on and the house is in artillery mode. We'll fight them do the death and deletion!" she looked around at the girl's shocked faces. "What did I miss?" she looked confused. Another figure skidded to a stop in front of them clad in a pair of flannel draw-string pants with virtual shaving cream still on his face. He was manned with a razor and a hairdryer. Everyone looked toward him and stared at Gladys's husband Lyndon- the printer.
"What in the bloody blazes is goin' on luvs! Yea send us inta attack mode an everythin' getting us all riled up for nothin'!" he spoke with his heavy accent. It was a very funny sight indeed. The girls tried to contain their laughter behind their hands. Then, the cellar door burst open. In the frame stood a tall man with shaving cream on his face armed with razor and Punjab lasso. The phantom rested his head against the doorframe and panted heavily. He cursed in French silently and looked around at the others. The girls had about enough. They all burst out laughing at the fact that both men had been shaving at the same time in the middle of the night. Erik and Lyndon looked at each other with confusion,
"Do you happen to know what the hell is going on?" an irritated Erik asked a befuddled Lyndon. Lyndon shook his head.
"I've got no idea what so ever," he said while looking back at Erik. They both sighed.
"Women!" they exclaimed. By this time the girls had calmed down and Merle was the first to speak.
"I've got some good news on this camera right here," she held up the camcorder with pride. "This will end our repulsive job as Spirit World assassins! We're back on top baby! Number One!" she exclaimed happily. The others looked around in shock and grins spread on their faces.
"Now how did you do that Merle? Did you catch Koenma sleep talking or something?" Faline asked disbelievingly. Merle smiled as they all sat down in the living room while she hooked up the camcorder to the television. Everyone sat back and waited anxiously for the good news.
The scene started off with Merle video-taping herself in the air vents talking about her secret mission to humiliate Koenma and take over the world. A collective sigh engulfed the room. Merle pouted and fast-forwarded it. The scene played out and everyone celebrated by going back to bed. Roxanne growled and cursed silently on the way to her room.
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In the said castle in the middle of Makai down in the dungeons sat Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, and Kurama in separate cells. Yusuke across from Kurama, Kurama beside Hiei, and Hiei across from Kuwabara. They had been held captive for four days thus far. Their powers had been drained to a miniscule level; so much that only Hiei and Kurama could only make a marble-sized ball of fire and make weeds grow. The only thing they could do was wait. Wait and hope that someone from Rekai would come and save them before their captor killed them or dying of boredom.
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High in the highest turret of the castle brooded their captor. Clad in tight fitting leather pants and a loose-fitting ecru-colored haori he scryed into a bowl of water. He saw his prisoners in their misery, his enemies sleeping peacefully in their beds, and his prize reading in a comfortable chair with a thick volume on her lap. He smiled revealing his pointed fangs. He broke the scrying connection and looked at his own reflection in the bowl. Orange and violet eyes met his reflection in the water. Black, long, messy hair framed his face down past his shoulder blades. Black cat ears stood erect on the top of his head listening to every sound. He frowned and backhanded the bowl across the table where it smashed into the wall. He smirked and finished his can of fresh tuna, tossing the fork to the side. He sat back on his chair and waited for his prey to arrive.
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DSM: The plot ensues.
LBM: Don't cha mean, "The plot thickens"?
DSM: No, ensues is a better word and use better grammar.
LBM: Alright, but can't we tell them who the WHO's were? Wait, now you've got me started.
DSM: I didn't start you on anything you came up with it yourself.
LBM: (little fox noise) Review please.
DSM: That too.