The Watch
Disclaimer: Me no own you no sue. Please don't kill.
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"Who's ready for breakfast?" Erik called up the stairs. A chorus of "I'm comings" and "In a seconds" graced his ears. He walked back to the kitchen checking on the plates staying warm in the oven, and setting the table.
'Just think,' he mused, 'no more assassinations, grubby paperwork, and especially no more cleaning innocents blood off our sword..'
'We're getting spoiled,' a voice from his subconscious mused. He daydreamt for a moment, but was interrupted by a crash and yelling about "keyboards" and "individuality".
"Well, that takes care of that," he smirked. The four girls rushed into the kitchen and glomped him around the waist, nearly knocking him over.
"Good morning, Erik," they chorused letting go and scrambling to their chairs. It was a very special day indeed when Erik made breakfast. He set the plates in front of them while all eyes waited for their mystery breakfast to be unveiled. Erik snapped his fingers and the covers on the food were whisked away to reveal….
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"When the heck is pacifier breath going to realize that we're missing?" an angry Yusuke yelled to the person in the cell across from him. The said person merely turned their back to him while muttering about "patience" and "stupid humans".
"C'mon Hiei, talk! I'm bored to death over here." Hiei flipped a glance over his shoulder.
"You always say you don't have enough time for anything," he said smirking, "well now that you have it, make use of it." Yusuke growled in anger and threw a pebble at him which it him smack in the middle of his forehead.
"You baka," Hiei ground out rubbing his third eye, "I ought to murder you!" He yelled.
"Well, maybe if you put that stupid eye to some use, we would be out of here by now," Yusuke said venomously, his voice growing in intensity.
"That's it, you're dead!" Hiei burst out. Both men (more like toddlers) thrust themselves against the bars of their cells, Hiei thrusting his arms and bladeless sword out as far as they would go, and Yusuke trying to reach him with his hands to pummel him. However, they remained just inches away from each other, flailing helplessly in the air. A dark chuckle made them freeze.
"Now, boys now's not the time to get brash towards each other," their captor said while strolling up to the frozen pair. They both quickly drew themselves back into their enclosures and settled down as far away from each other as possible.
"Something is the problem and we must fix it," the unknown demon said sickeningly sweetly. He received two glares from his captives. He smirked.
"Don't worry, I can make it all better." He crooned pulling out two band-aids from the sleeves of his haori. "One for you," he said slipping one between the bars of Yusuke's cell, "and one for you." he smiled slipping the other under Hiei's. He laughed but was interrupted by a rough, scratchy voice.
"So you think you're such a big shot keeping us powerless and captive here?" Kuwabara yelled out from the cell next to Hiei's. He pressed himself against the bars. "You know what you are? A loser that smells like ucky tuna. Yeah, that's what I'll call you, Mr. Ucky Tuna Breath!" he yelled maturely. Their captor walked calmly over to his cell.
"Well, first of all," their captor began calmly, then suddenly turned to menacing fury, "MY NAME IS LORD FELIX, AND SECOND…" he said slowly calming down, "since you seem to hate the wondrous aroma of my favorite food you can eat it for the rest of your stay here at my castle." He flounced out snapping his fingers. Two robed guards set dishes out in front of them and left as soon as they came.
"Can you not do this every time he comes down here?!" Kurama said, silent until then. He walked over to his plate and sniffed.
"Lemon chicken, how nice." he said picking up a piece and chewing thoughtfully. Kuwabara's eyes bugging out.
"How did you get that, Fox?" he yelled pulling on his hair. Kurama smiled.
"Good behavior." he smiled finishing the rest of his meal. Kuwabara smacked his head against the wall.
"What about you guys?" he asked casually to Yusuke and Hiei. They smirked showing a hamburger and steak. "The world is coming to an end!" he screamed smacking his head against the wall several times before passing out.
"There goes another day in paradise," Kurama said sarcastically as they lied down on their cots to sleep to another day.
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"Hot Pockets?!?! We wake up before noon on Saturday for Hot Pockets?!" Merle yelled. Erik smiled fakely.
"We have an important meeting with 'our employer'," he stressed the word with quotation marks, "this morning and he didn't tell me what time." he said faking cheerfulness. He received four dead looks. "Don't blame-whah!" Erik said/screamed as they were sucked into a portal and landed up on top of each other on the couch in Koenma's office. Erik was smushed on the bottom followed by Faline, Linnea, Roxanne, and then Merle.
"I'm gonna kill that pint-sized tater tot if it's the last thing I-" Merle was muffled by four sets of hands. She glared and sat back on the couch. Faline spoke up.
"Whaddya want squirt?" she said giving him the muffin death glare. Koenma smiled.
"Well as Spirit Team Number One, I have a mission for you." Smiles were tossed around the group. "You get to go rescue Number Two!" smiles faded. "He he. I rhymed!" Koenma chuckled.
Erik pointed at his hat which became a cat which clawed at his head and ran off to Jorge who caught it in his arms where it curled up and became a hat once again. Koenma's face was a mixture of sheepishness and dumfounded when he pressed the big red button under his desk which opened a trap door in the floor which sent the newly acclaimed Team One to the weaponry room. (beat that squirt!) The couch replaced itself.
"This will be interesting," Koenma said as he sighed and made himself comfortable in his chair.
"Umm…. Sir…." Jorge interjected. "Do you want you're cat back?" Koenma's eyes flew open.
"Out, You insufferable ogre, Out!!!!" he screamed.
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Back in the weaponry room everyone was seething with anger. Erik spoke up.
"I am so sick of working for that asinine creep it's not even funny! How can he grow up to be the fucking ruler of Spirit World? There is impending doom for us all!" he ranted. As Roxanne was loading up her backpack with weapons and gear, she stopped and laughed maliciously.
"I spit in his general direction," she said and got back to work. Everyone followed suit. Faline grabbed a handheld computer and questioned the group.
"Who's carrying Gladys?" she received death glares from four sets of eyes. "Well that was a stupid question," she said while turning on the device and putting it into her bag. Ten silent minutes later, everyone was packed and geared up with half of the weapons in the armory. Merle ticked off a list.
"Thank God for black-hole backpacks. Now, habanero bombs? Check. Sub-zero flex suits? Check. Random shiny objects? Check. Ten cases of staircase polish? Check. Jar of marbles? Check. Kitchen sink?" she looked around and Linnea motioned to her pack. "Check. We're all set." she sighed. "This is shit." Roxanne raised an eyebrow. "Okay, what ever." she grumbled.
"Off to the Portal Room ladies," ushered Erik dripping with sarcasm. The team walked into the adjoining room/ elevator and took it to the 43 level opening into the Portal Room. Faline grabbed the handheld out of her bag and plugged it into the consol in the middle of the room.
"Okay, Gladys, do your stuff," Faline sighed and shivered. Everyone looked sympathetically into her direction. "I'm alright guys, really." she smiled softly. A glowing magenta portal opened up at the far wall and Gladys was unplugged and replaced into Faline's sack. They stepped through the portal into a world of cold, ice, and snow. A large castle surrounded by high walls stood eminently in the distance. The molten sun rose as the faint moon disappeared below the flat, icy horizon. Roxanne sighed and let a tear escape from her normally stoic features.
"Home."
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