Kaillinne arami: Guess you're in luck, since I'm starting the chapter with Washigo, anyway! ;D
Stratusfear: Thanks for the concrit. I definately need some. Dumb uploader thing stole my lovely lines I made between scenes, but I fixed it now. (Memo to T: Always put in lines after loading the document.)
Washigo studied the ring. A simple wedding band, about 10-karat. Not worth even one of Kumochi's fancy dinners. Was this the best he could do? He could never crawl back to his boss with something so insignificant like that. The diamond ring, maybe, but he had lost it. His last two days were spent gathering courage; now was the time to prove his mettle.
The boy pocketed the ring, sighed and absently stared down the corridor. Kumochi's hotel. It had been abandoned for decades, so he got a nice place at a cheap price. Crystal chandeliers running down the hallway and mirrors along the wall brightened the hotel. It didn't seem to suit a man like Kumochi.
Washigo took his time pulling on his indoor shoes. The velvet carpet, the warm air, the tin ceiling filled him with dread. His stomach knotted tightly as the boy stepped out of the foyer.
"Your dragon was sent to Makai. I'm terribly sorry." Washigo glanced at one of the doors; he could hear voices behind it. With a deep breath, he tiptoed beside the door, pressing his ear to the crack.
"You low-class demon. You should know that she regularly feeds on creatures like you."
"Y-yes, sir." It was Kumochi's voice. Washigo almost cracked a smile at hearing his master squeaking like a mouse. What halted it was the odd nature of the conversation.
"Don't lie. You knew she was the ancient dragon. You took those powers for yourself, and made her believe she was the last one, instead of leading her home, like you had agreed. You will be remembered as the demon who deceived Lasiif. She has existed longer than even Flom. I believe the moment you meet her ladyship will be your last." The voice ran chills through Washigo's spine. He spoke loudly, sternly, but with calmness. What a deep voice it was!
A silence followed, and in shock, Washigo threw his body against the wall, gaping at the door. A tall man slipped trough the solid wood. His gray hair receded, allowing a depression in his forehead filled with water. The liquid sloshed in his head as he the boy. "A kappa," Wasigo dared breathe. Without a second glance, the monster looked ahead and walked straight through the opposite wall, black robes floating in his wake.
Washigo's clattering knees disappeared. His body slid down the wall as he gasped for air. Although Kumochi acted quite vicious, he never considered he was a demon! What was that creature going to do when Washigo wasn't useful anymore? He hugged his knees, beginning to cry. Where was Takashi? Just when he needed a friend most?
Without warning, Kumonchi threw open the door, and Washigo involuntarily let out a yelp.
Time seemed to slow, as if it took thousands of years for Kumochi's head to turn to face the boy, who try as he might, could not will his body to move. As if someone had switched the speed dial, the old man's pupils dilated unnaturally quick. "Boy!" He yelled furiously.
Washigo whimpered, trembling against the wall. The demon strode towards him, pulling from his vest pocket a grotesque rusted dagger.
"You know, for a B-class, you should consider hiding your energy a bit better. Especially if you have a bounty on your head. Talk about neon lights." Kumochi spun on his feet, weapon at the ready. The frightened Washigo glanced behind the demon.
The voice belonged to a young man, about ten years younger than Takashi, and standing almost as tall. Reddish hair, combed and sculpted into a grease hairstyle perched on the hero's head.
"Who are you, another human?" Kumochi snarled at the guest. "A bounty hunter for these traitors." His wrinkled face shriveled into a hideous scowl. It didn't even fase the young man.
He cleared his throat and pressed a thumb to his chest. "I am Kazuma Kuwabara, spirit detective." In a flamboyant gesture, he pointed at Kumochi. "You, sir, are under arrest!"
"Oh, am I?" The demon sneered. His waxy creases formed into a much more frightening shape. "Under what charge, may I ask?"
"I'll tell you what charges," Kuwabara frowned. "Causing mischief, organizing crime in the human world, harming humans, and a lot of other previous convictions you still have to do time for!" Kuwabara summoned his spirit sword. "Looks like I came just in time, before you committed something else!" He declared, noticing Washigo.
Kumochi turned his back against Washigo. "I'd like to see a human bounty hunter arrest me."
Kuwabara scratched his head. "I guess you've never heard of Urameshi when he was still human." He muttered before pointed back at Kumochi. "But if you're not going without a fight, fine! I'll just have to drag you to spirit world myse-!" Kuwabara blinked. He just realized this would be tougher than he thought.
Washigo gasped as he looked more carefully at Kumochi. Tarantulas covered his arm, even more crawling from his pockets and sleeves.
"Oh," Kuwabara cleared his throat, eyes on the tarantulas. "Botan wasn't kidding when she said, 'spider lord!'"
Kumochi's lip curled. Without another word the tarantulas leaped.
"Demon." Washigo's eyes became blurs. Admittingly, so did the fighters'. When they finally caught up, Kumochi's spiders laid in a pile of corpses at Kuwabara's feet. A woman stood between the men; god knows how she got there.
Her gray hair reached the floor, tangled in her ragged cloak. Her face seemed beyond age. A kami.
Kumochi's normally gray skin turned white. He collapsed, crying out in fear.
"Vile demons, unable to think beyond their own selfish desires. No different than humans. We have spent a milenia in exile. Your selfishness cost us fifteen years of precious time. And you your life."
Washigo screamed witnessing his master turning to dust before his eyes. Kuwabara stood speechless. A powerful B-class in Ningenkai. Disintegrated, just like that. Nothing was left of Kumochi. The spirit detective glanced up as the woman addressed him.
"Bounty hunter. Send word to King Yama that Flom declares war on the three remaining worlds." The energy the woman emitted was so overwhelming, he didn't even notice her leave.
After glancing around in her absence, Kuwabara looked at the ghostly Washigo. "So," he put away his sword, eyes still quite round from the event. "What's your story?"
Kayko crumpled the note. She couldn't take it anymore. Why did he do this to her? It had always been that way, but it didn't hurt any less. Mrs. Kayko Yukimura Urameshi, left alone once again to wonder when Yusuke would return... She wondered to herself if he ever thought of her when he was away.
Kayko was in love with her childhood friend. They braved so many adventures together. Then they got married. Romantic as it may sound, they didn't have the fairytale happy ending.
A rap on the door knocked Kayko from her daydreaming.
Botan expected Kayko to open the door; what she didn't was a Kayko still in her pajamas.
"Oh, Botan." Kayko almost seemed disappointed. "What brings you here?"
"Uh, hi, Kayko! Is Yusuke home?" By the look on Kayko's face, she decided she didn't really want to know the answer. "Um, oh, I guess I'll stop by later?" She stepped back, only to be yanked into the condo.
"He's missing again. You should know. Is he on another one of his missions?" Kayko begged. Yes, Botan had definitely come at a bad time.
"H-honestly, I don't know where he is." Botan shrugged, putting her hands before her face defensively. "He was fired over two years ago! I-I was just about to ask Yusuke to keep an eye open for-"
"Well, if he isn't working for you, what is his excuse to disappear for days at a time, without telling me whats going on?"
"Well, O-!" The ferrywoman gasped. "Hiei! The makai guard sent him to- oh! And he must of asked Yusuke for help! Goodness!" She summoned her oar in a flash. "I'm sorry, Kayko. I've got to tell Koenma-" and she was off.
Mrs. Urameshi stood speechless, gazeing into the sky. Was she really that useless, being the only human in the group with absolutely no power? No wonder she felt so out-of-the-loop when there was a mission.
She shivered. How did it get so cold all of the sudden? After all, this was a Japanese August. You know, typically coming with insane humidity, broiling temperatures, cloudless skies, a total nightmare for those without air conditioning. She glanced at the door; the window was coated in frost. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Um, please tell me if any of my OCs are becoming sue-ish. Especially that Flom chick; I'm really concerned about her. I love my OCs dearly and their worst fate would be sue-ism. More importantly, gotta protect the canon! Canon is so much easier to write about.