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mechamecha tanoshii toki datte wasurenai yo |
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The ferry girl sat alone on her lunchbreak, mulling over the contents of a crystal ball. Magenta eyes were focused - with worrying intensity for anyone who knew her - upon a boy in a green school uniform slouching through a city street. His hands were in his pockets and his neck was thrust forward irritably, as though he was having a particularly bad day. Botan's lips quirked upward and she tugged on one carefully curled forelock. Every day was a bad day for Urameshi Yusuke. The first time she'd met him, he'd been dead. Not that this was an unusual circumstance for Botan to be meeting people under. She took another mouthful of her sandwich, eyeing George as he walked past, careful to keep her face away from him. If he noticed her, he'd sit with her - and one thing no one wanted to do with an oni was to watch him eat lunch. She grimaced at the thought and returned her attention to the crystal ball and the image of Urameshi, crisp and clear in the middle of it. Yes, every day was a bad one for him. She'd made a point to be bright and cheerful around him, because his mother most certainly wasn't. Keiko was sweet, but all too often, she was too serious for the boy - for all that her book said they were soul-bonded, the kid couldn't handle too many serious situations without things ending with... well, a bang. And of course, the only guy who might be able to cheer him up on a regular basis was dead set on killing Urameshi all over again. Botan rolled her eyes - typical human thinking. She stabbed some lettuce with her cafeteria spork and stuck it in her mouth, crunching on it thoughtfully. Human thinking... that sorta gave her an idea. It'd be much slower to get any divine intervention, but she'd actually be able to give Yusuke a hand instead of hovering, invisible and intangible, on her oar. She'd have to become mortal. Botan made a face. Last time she'd tried that, there'd been some trouble when she'd blabbed something about the afterlife to a religious crazy... that hadn't gone down particularly well with Enma-Daiou. But this was the best way to go about being an assistant to Yusuke! She was sure Koenma would agree. She polished off the rest of her salad, dusted off her hands and pocketed her crystal ball. Time to pay the little king a visit. Ten minutes later, Botan stood in the hall outside Koenma's office in her new human body, without any clothing except underwear - Koenma's punishment for the stack of papers that had appeared on his desk at her request. She was seriously considering marching back into the demigod's office and threatening the little brat until he magicked her up some clothes, but she did understand that she'd just caused a lot of paperwork, and she knew the only thing threatening him would accomplish would be a pay cut she couldn't afford. She crossed her arms and stormed off into the depths of Enma's castle. She'd teach the little rat a lesson for this... he wouldn't take missing clothing lightly, she was sure, especially since there was an important council meeting coming up. She smirked. |
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