A/N: Finally done! And posted! I feel like there are probably a lot of grammar and spelling errors that I'm missing right, now, but I'm too tired to care. The side fic is posted, let me know (by review, preferably) if you like it- because if you do, I might write another one.

November 11, 2013: This chapter is now edited. Also, it seems I forgot to mention that since this is from Yuusuke's perspective, all written dialogue is in Japanese, although I'm sure you were all smart enough to figure that out on your own. I promise I'll update . . . eventually. And thank you for all the reviews, favorites, and follows. I'm not ignoring you guys, I'm just really busy. Promise!

Yuusuke walked down the corridor of Koenma's palace with a frown that was not a pout fixed firmly on his face. His hands were stuffed firmly in his jean pockets, and the apron he wore when working waved back and forth as his stalked forward.

He was in the back of the group- keeping an eye on the weird people Kurama said he knew. He was just about ready to beat that armored jerk's freaky mask in right now for breaking his Ramen stand, but Kurama had said the guy would buy him a new one.

I still want to beat that arrogant jerk up. He almost wished that the guy hadn't offered to pay up, because then Yuusuke would have had a totally valid excuse to pummel him into the dust.

They had, at this point, reached the main entrance hall, and Yuusuke let his eyes drift upward- just to see their reaction to the sight of ogres and shinigami running around.

He was a little disappointed that none of them seemed shocked, although there were a few eyebrows being raised.

Wonder how they'll react to Koenma? That managed to lift his spirits and send a smirk to his face, and he was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost missed Botan approaching.

"What a pleasant surprise! Yuusuke! Kur-"

"Botan, how nice to meet you." Kurama interrupted. That wasn't really his style, why had he- oh, right, he was going by Shuichi.

"Hey Shuichi!" Yuusuke yelled from the back. Discreet didn't really work for Botan. Didn't usually work for him either, but he had his moments. "Hurry up, I don't have time for your social stops! Catch up with Botan later."

Kurama sent him a relieved look, then glanced back at Botan, who looked mildly confused. Before she could say anything else too revealing, Kurama smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It's nice to see you Botan, but I'm here to take these people to see Koenma."

The ferry girl immediately perked up. "Oh, well that's why I'm here! George is having a hard time with the printers, so Koenma asked me to come and get you all." She turned to the rest of their group, and then . . . started speaking in . . . English?

Yuusuke frowned. "I didn't know she could speak English." He muttered.

Kurama, who was suddenly right beside him, smiled. "It's a requirement for all Ferry Girls to speak at least three languages fluently."

"Why?"

Kurama gave him a look. "Why do you think?"

Yuusuke paused, frowned, scratched his chin, and then it hit him. "Oh . . . right. I guess not everyone who dies speaks Japanese."

He gave Botan a critical look. "What's the other language she can speak?"

"French."

"How do you know that?"

Kurama winked. "A thief is always well informed."

Yuusuke huffed, and turned his attention back to Botan, just as Kurama slipped back up to the the front of the group. He didn't know what she was saying, but he could tell from her facial expressions and hand motions that she was in 'tour guide mode.'

The small group headed towards Koenma's office at a maddeningly slow pace, with Botan now in the lead, pointing, smiling, and altogether talking way to much. A few of the other Ferry Girls nodded a greeting here and there, and some of the ogres gave them curious glances, but otherwise their visit went unhindered.

This was odd in and of itself, which made Yuusuke suspicious. Had Koenma known about this? His eyes narrowed as he walked. If so, he had someone else to blame for his now ruined Ramen stand.

The brat could have at least given is a warning. He growled inwardly. Honestly, Koenma just couldn't give them a little info? Not just a small heads up? Especially after last month's jailbreak-from-hell(the literal kind). Kuwabara still hadn't caught up on his sleep, and Yuusuke's Ramen/ghost hunting business was still a little behind profit-wise(one of the reasons why his stand being wrecked had pissed him off so much- this was just going to put him farther behind).

He sent another glare toward Iron-faced jerk, or whatever he was called, then let his gaze fall on the corridor they were now entering.

Finally, we're almost there.

Now the double doors were in sight, and there was George, standing at the doors, shuffling around papers, and obviously waiting for them.

Okay, that tears it.

Yuusuke stomped forward and gave the huge doors a vicious kick. They flew open with a 'fwoosh' of air and a bang, and he immediately stalked over to the little ruler. As usual, Koenma's desk was completely covered in stacks of papers and folders, and Yuusuke leaned forward in order to see him.

"You. Little. BRAT!" He yelled, sending an only slightly smoldering-from-youki fist into the desk, which gave a protesting groan in response. The fact that it didn't break was a great sign of self control on the detective's part.

"You knew these guys were coming but you didn't tell me? What's that all about, huh? This guy-" Here Yuusuke pointed an accusing finger in the general direction of said guy, "-broke my only source of income, so unless you're going to start paying us for our work, I expect a little heads up next time I get attacked by Weirdo American Cosplayers!"

"I'm Russian."

Yuusuke blinked, his attention suddenly diverted. He didn't quite register the small sigh of relief that could be heard from Koenma. The one who had spoken was the lady- the one with red hair that Kurama had winked at.

Well, they both have red hair. They'd fit well together- if he were just a bit taller in his human form . . .

Pushing his thoughts away from that particular train track, he shrugged. "Whatever. I don't care where you all came from."

"Now Yuusuke, that's not very polite. We're trying to foster good relations between Reikai and SHIELD, the least you could do is apply some good manners."

"Yeah, I'll remember that- the next time my source of income is squashed by some idiot dressed as a robot."

Koenma sighed. "Well, I suppose if you're that worked up about it, I could provide you with a new one."

Outwardly he huffed and muttered, "Fine." But inwardly, he was feeling very pleased with himself.

Alright! Now, I can get money for damage from armor man, and a brand new one from the brat!

Koenma was giving him a weird look, so he decided it was time to let the conversation move on.

"Well, if you're gonna talk, talk! I don't have time for this crap." Yuusuke growled, more because of habit than actual impatience, and settled against the wall, his arms crossed. As he had guessed, the conversation was in English, so it didn't interest him much.

He didn't even try to figure out what they were saying, instead planning what he would do with the extra money.

His sensible, 'Keiko' side, as he liked to call it, was telling him that he would need it to make up for his losses from this month. The rest of him was voting for a party of some sort that involved liberal amounts of food and sake.

He sighed and glanced over at the odd group that he had come here with. They were talking civilly, and it looked like they were going to be going for a while.

Great. What a waste of a day.

End~

Yokatta ne!

A/N: Okay, so the ending was a bit lame. I just couldn't find a good transition. I don't think I'm going to go back over this from a different perspective, but I'll probably do a recap sort of thing.

So, has anyone else heard about the new tv series, 'Agents of SHIELD?'

Joss Whedon FTW! Yep, that's right, it's live action, created by Joss Whedon, and the first episode is showing on September 24. Normally I would be the last person to hear about this because I don't have cable, but they leave the tv on for night shift, and I saw the ad. Of course, it will probably make this fic obsolete, but I'm still excited.

Also, apparently Colson is alive.

Oops, spoiler- well not really, since he's the main character and all.