I do own Hotaru-chan, Eijiro, and the King's screen name, and ku2yu.
I do not own Kayla Okudo, Alianore, Shira Trusea, Kay, or any of her six voices in her head. If I have listed your character that means I will use them. Thank you very much.
Notes:
To Dragonheart 7: Yes, I do like your team name very much, thank you.
To pices Aquarius: Thank you for keeping up with my story so far. And thanx for Alinore. And-grudging voice: --I guess you can have Kurama. IF no one else asks for him. Only IF.
And to anyone I missed: Let me know if you want me to acknowledge you up here.
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The King opened his eyes sleepily.
"Yusuke!" called Keiko. "There you are! Up on the roof again!"
The King frowned. Too many human memories still remained.
Hiei glared at Kurama. "Kurama. Don't make me pull out your precious voicebox."
The King threw his blanket off onto the floor and catapulted out of bed. It was time to take Hotaru up on an offer she'd made him long before he'd been King.
"Rose whip!"
Doors slammed open and closed as the King searched the Reikai up and down. He finally burst into Hotaru's room.
"Hey! Dimwit!" called Genkai.
"Hotaru!" he shrieked, waking her. She shot up out of bed, the sheets falling off her naked body.
The King looked away. "Put some clothes on," he growled. Hotaru complied.
"Puu!"
"Do you need something?" Hotaru-chan yawned. The King nodded.
"HEY, URAMESHI! I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Kuwabara shouted.
The King gripped his head tightly. "Erase my memories. Please."
"YUSUKE!" Keiko cried, the Dark Tournament finally over.
Hotaru raised an eyebrow. "Come with me." she said, leading the King from her chambers. He followed like a faithful lapdog.
The King said nothing as Hotaru placed her hands on his temples. "I can't guarantee anything," she said. "And this means you probably won't remember much."
He nodded. "Anything. Just get them out of my head."
Hotaru nodded soberly. She closed her eyes. The King closed his eyes.
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Minutes later Hotaru dropped her hands. "I can't." she informed him.