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Adult +
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7
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11,019
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66
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Trouble
Mending a broken heart
Chapter 5: Trouble
Yusuke, Hiei, and Kuwabara shuffled into Koenma’s office sluggishly still tired from the fight and irritated that Youko had left in the middle of the skirmish. Once they had all made it in front of his desk, they turned to Koenma and pinned him with a glare.
“Yes?” He asked, the waver in his voice more pronounced than he would have liked it to be.
Hiei growled low in his throat.
“Cut the bull shit Koenma. You conveniently left out that one of the S class demons could regenerate.” Yusuke all but yelled at the little prince.
Hiei’s claret eyes narrowed remembering how he had to use the Dark Flame of the Overlord to rid the Ningenkai of the S class demons presence.
“Oh,” The little prince mumbled dumbly.
In his defense, he had not been aware that one of the S class demons had been able to regenerate.
"Not that we couldn't handle the thing, but it would have been easier if that damn fox would've been there." Yusuke groused, angry at the whole situation.
"What happened to Youko?"
“Well Youko ran off.” Kuwabara supplied offhandedly, his yankee style hair falling into his eyes.
“What?” Koenma didn’t understand.
“Mid-battle he stopped and ran off.” Kuwabara explained simply.
“Why didn’t any of you try to stop him?” Koenma exclaimed, anxiety working its way through him as he processed what they had just told him.
“That was not in our job description.” Hiei’s cool voice intoned.
Usually Shuichi was the reliable one, so Koenma was having a hard time understanding what would motivate the avatar to leave his teammates in the middle of a fight.
Suddenly it hit him.
How could he have forgotten?
“In what direction did he head?” The urgency in his voice did not go unnoticed, since Yusuke and Kuwabara stopped mid-sentence completely dumbfounded by Koenma’s question.
Still upset with Koenma, Yusuke asked crossly, “Does it matter?”
“Yes it matters. This is of the up most importance!”
It was hard to take him seriously since he looked and sounded like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, so Yusuke and Kuwabara were hard pressed not to laugh at Koenma’s expression.
“South East.” Hiei supplied, hoping the sooner Koenma found out what he wanted to know, the sooner they could leave.
Koenma could feel the color draining from his face.
He had been new to his position five hundred years ago but that could no longer be used as an excuse since he knew very well of the repercussions a rogue Youko could pose the health and stability of the Shikon Miko.
“I see,” His tone was somber, resigned as he mulled over the information they had given him. “You’re dismissed.”
Baffled by his change in attitude, the three Spirit Detectives shared a look that went unnoticed by the Prince of Reikai.
“Whatever. Anyway you better make sure you have all of the fucking facts next time.” Yusuke growled as they left the office.
Koenma waited for the soft click of the door before he summoned George.
“Yes, sir?” He asked amicably coming in through the previously shut door.
“I need you go to down into the vaults and access some files on Shikon Miko.
“But sir,” George was about to protest.
“I need them now.” Koenma sounded desperate, so George simply nodded and left.
Koenma stared at the door to his office with sheer terror in his eyes.
With every breath he took, his heart thudded heavily against his rib cage.
He felt sick.
He knew he didn’t have much time left, if any at all.
He wagered he had a little over a few days to come up with a suitable excuse before they would appear in his office demanding answers and threatening to beat him to a pulp.
He cringed, or perhaps they would inform his father of his folly and Enma would not hesitate to deal out a punishment fit of his horrendous oversight.
Although he hoped that they had more honor and dignity than to rat him out to his father, but he couldn’t risk it.
He had messed up.
Without any shadow of a doubt, he knew he was going to be in so much trouble when they arrived and confronted him. Although, in his defense, there was really nothing that he could have done to remedy the situation.
At least that is what he was trying to tell himself to keep his nerves at bay.
“Koenma,” He jumped, startled by the call of his name. A hand gripped his heart and his pacifier fell to the floor with a soft thump.
George looked unperturbed as he rushed into Koenma’s office and set a stack of files down.
“Here are all of the files you requested.”
“Thank you, George.” Koenma said shakily, still trying to calm his erratically beating heart.
George frowned at Koenma’s behavior. Whatever the Spirit Detectives said to him must’ve really struck a nerve.
However, he knew it was not his place to comment, so he simply bowed and took his leave.
Koenma made sure the door was shut before he busied himself with the files that had been placed on his desk. He needed to be well informed and ready for when they arrived. It could possibly save his life.
The files had been locked away a long time ago by the order of his father at the request of some very high ranking members of both the Ningenkai and Makai.
He knew he was breaking so many rules by having them brought up again, but he knew they would demand answers that he would be unable to provide without the help of the files placed before him.
He was just about to turn the page when he felt a wave of icy anger fill the air around him.
Koenma gulped.
He thought he had more time to prepare. He knew very little about the matter at hand, but he knew they would not tolerate his lack of knowledge when it pertained to something as important as the matter at hand.
“Prince,” He winced at the softly uttered word and the sound of knuckles cracking.
His worst nightmare come to life was there in his office mere feet away from his person.
He briefly wondered how it was they already knew of Youko’s little stunt.
All color left his face as he nodded numbly to the Lord of the West, his half-brother, and the Leader of the Wolf tribes in Makai who looked at him with the upmost contempt.
“We believe explanations are in order.”
Promptly after the words left the Daiyoukai’s mouth, he fainted.
A/N: I know it has been over a year since I last updated and I apologize profusely for that. I really had intended on getting the fifth chapter out sooner, but I sort of wrote myself into a wall and was trying to figure out how to get out. I know this chapter leaves a lot to be desired especially after the long wait. However, I already have an outline for the next chapter written out. I will definitely try to have it posted before too long, but I cannot make any promises.
Chapter 5: Trouble
Yusuke, Hiei, and Kuwabara shuffled into Koenma’s office sluggishly still tired from the fight and irritated that Youko had left in the middle of the skirmish. Once they had all made it in front of his desk, they turned to Koenma and pinned him with a glare.
“Yes?” He asked, the waver in his voice more pronounced than he would have liked it to be.
Hiei growled low in his throat.
“Cut the bull shit Koenma. You conveniently left out that one of the S class demons could regenerate.” Yusuke all but yelled at the little prince.
Hiei’s claret eyes narrowed remembering how he had to use the Dark Flame of the Overlord to rid the Ningenkai of the S class demons presence.
“Oh,” The little prince mumbled dumbly.
In his defense, he had not been aware that one of the S class demons had been able to regenerate.
"Not that we couldn't handle the thing, but it would have been easier if that damn fox would've been there." Yusuke groused, angry at the whole situation.
"What happened to Youko?"
“Well Youko ran off.” Kuwabara supplied offhandedly, his yankee style hair falling into his eyes.
“What?” Koenma didn’t understand.
“Mid-battle he stopped and ran off.” Kuwabara explained simply.
“Why didn’t any of you try to stop him?” Koenma exclaimed, anxiety working its way through him as he processed what they had just told him.
“That was not in our job description.” Hiei’s cool voice intoned.
Usually Shuichi was the reliable one, so Koenma was having a hard time understanding what would motivate the avatar to leave his teammates in the middle of a fight.
Suddenly it hit him.
How could he have forgotten?
“In what direction did he head?” The urgency in his voice did not go unnoticed, since Yusuke and Kuwabara stopped mid-sentence completely dumbfounded by Koenma’s question.
Still upset with Koenma, Yusuke asked crossly, “Does it matter?”
“Yes it matters. This is of the up most importance!”
It was hard to take him seriously since he looked and sounded like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, so Yusuke and Kuwabara were hard pressed not to laugh at Koenma’s expression.
“South East.” Hiei supplied, hoping the sooner Koenma found out what he wanted to know, the sooner they could leave.
Koenma could feel the color draining from his face.
He had been new to his position five hundred years ago but that could no longer be used as an excuse since he knew very well of the repercussions a rogue Youko could pose the health and stability of the Shikon Miko.
“I see,” His tone was somber, resigned as he mulled over the information they had given him. “You’re dismissed.”
Baffled by his change in attitude, the three Spirit Detectives shared a look that went unnoticed by the Prince of Reikai.
“Whatever. Anyway you better make sure you have all of the fucking facts next time.” Yusuke growled as they left the office.
Koenma waited for the soft click of the door before he summoned George.
“Yes, sir?” He asked amicably coming in through the previously shut door.
“I need you go to down into the vaults and access some files on Shikon Miko.
“But sir,” George was about to protest.
“I need them now.” Koenma sounded desperate, so George simply nodded and left.
Koenma stared at the door to his office with sheer terror in his eyes.
With every breath he took, his heart thudded heavily against his rib cage.
He felt sick.
He knew he didn’t have much time left, if any at all.
He wagered he had a little over a few days to come up with a suitable excuse before they would appear in his office demanding answers and threatening to beat him to a pulp.
He cringed, or perhaps they would inform his father of his folly and Enma would not hesitate to deal out a punishment fit of his horrendous oversight.
Although he hoped that they had more honor and dignity than to rat him out to his father, but he couldn’t risk it.
He had messed up.
Without any shadow of a doubt, he knew he was going to be in so much trouble when they arrived and confronted him. Although, in his defense, there was really nothing that he could have done to remedy the situation.
At least that is what he was trying to tell himself to keep his nerves at bay.
“Koenma,” He jumped, startled by the call of his name. A hand gripped his heart and his pacifier fell to the floor with a soft thump.
George looked unperturbed as he rushed into Koenma’s office and set a stack of files down.
“Here are all of the files you requested.”
“Thank you, George.” Koenma said shakily, still trying to calm his erratically beating heart.
George frowned at Koenma’s behavior. Whatever the Spirit Detectives said to him must’ve really struck a nerve.
However, he knew it was not his place to comment, so he simply bowed and took his leave.
Koenma made sure the door was shut before he busied himself with the files that had been placed on his desk. He needed to be well informed and ready for when they arrived. It could possibly save his life.
The files had been locked away a long time ago by the order of his father at the request of some very high ranking members of both the Ningenkai and Makai.
He knew he was breaking so many rules by having them brought up again, but he knew they would demand answers that he would be unable to provide without the help of the files placed before him.
He was just about to turn the page when he felt a wave of icy anger fill the air around him.
Koenma gulped.
He thought he had more time to prepare. He knew very little about the matter at hand, but he knew they would not tolerate his lack of knowledge when it pertained to something as important as the matter at hand.
“Prince,” He winced at the softly uttered word and the sound of knuckles cracking.
His worst nightmare come to life was there in his office mere feet away from his person.
He briefly wondered how it was they already knew of Youko’s little stunt.
All color left his face as he nodded numbly to the Lord of the West, his half-brother, and the Leader of the Wolf tribes in Makai who looked at him with the upmost contempt.
“We believe explanations are in order.”
Promptly after the words left the Daiyoukai’s mouth, he fainted.
A/N: I know it has been over a year since I last updated and I apologize profusely for that. I really had intended on getting the fifth chapter out sooner, but I sort of wrote myself into a wall and was trying to figure out how to get out. I know this chapter leaves a lot to be desired especially after the long wait. However, I already have an outline for the next chapter written out. I will definitely try to have it posted before too long, but I cannot make any promises.