Are you people ready for this? Are you? This fic is to be the greatest fic
(of mine) that I have ever written. At least, that's what I'm HOPING for.
Now, on with it, I say!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, or anything really. My OC, B.D, is mine. But that's all. (PLEASE NOTE: one of the many purposes of this fic is to ensure that B.D. is an OC. Not a Mary-Sue. She isn't. Thank you.)
~*~*~*~*~* Chapter one: Enter Black Dragon ~*~*~*~*~*
She ran, as fast as her legs and adrenaline rush would allow. Which was, coincidentally, pretty fast. The adrenaline, mainly, since her speed wasn't a strength. Her loosely fitting black pants and gray shirt ruffled slightly as she ran, her black hair flopped lazily behind her. She could never get that hair as straight as she'd like, and right now she didn't care. Her crimson eyes flashed a fiery hatred at her pursuer, a Reikai guard. He chased after her, with several others behind him.
"Run!" her brain screamed to her. She did. A blue oni appeared in front of her, blocking her path. She tripped and fell, landing painfully on one shoulder. Another oni grabbed her wrist, while yet another snatched her katana, her only weapon, from its sheath. She was caught.
"You do know you've committed a serious crime, do you not?" Koenma accused.
"Yes."
"And you know, also, that you're going to jail?"
"Yes."
"Good. Ogre, take her away."
The oni snatched a handcuffed hand and pulled her off to a cell. "How filthy. A cell." She commented.
"You're in no position to make comments. You're in very big trouble." The oni informed her. She remained silent. Her rude demeanor hid her true emotion. Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest. She was afraid.
The oni locked the cell behind him, whistling a merry tune. He walked away, leaving the demoness to her thoughts.
Several hours later, she had fallen asleep on the cell floor, ignoring the hospitality of the bed provided. Another oni soon interrupted her sleep.
"Lord Koenma wishes to speak with you," he informed.
"Why?"
"Lord Koenma wishes to speak with you," he repeated. She hesitantly got up and waited for him to open the door. He did, carefully, and snatched her hand in a handcuff faster than her brain could process the thought "run! You're free!" and she was led back to Koenma's desk.
"I trust you know why I've brought you back?" he said.
"No."
He sighed. "To sentence you, baka! You need a sentence. Must I do everything myself?!" he spat, annoyed. She stood there silently.
"Koenma, sir. We're ready," the blue oni she'd seen before ran up, handing Koenma a piece of paper. He read it to himself.
"Three years, good. I think that's plenty." Koenma said.
"Three years?" she dropped the "sir" that the onis used.
He sighed again. "Nosey, aren't you? Yes. Three years in Reikai jail."
"Doing nothing?"
"That would be ideal- hey! Why am I talking to this thief? Ogre, take her back to her cell," he busied himself again with his papers.
"Come, then." The oni grabbed her wrist, and led her shamefully away.
She attempted conversation with the oni, "Will I just sit in jail for three years, doing nothing?" Panic showed in her eyes.
"No. Lord Koenma will make you do things around here," the oni answered, trying to keep conversation at a minimum for fear of Koenma's wrath.
She sighed heavily, a single tear rolling down her cheek in spite of herself. The oni noticed, but left saying nothing. She sat silently in her cell, crying herself to sleep.
Morning came and went, and she was given some breakfast by an oni. She had spent her time wisely this morning, up at five as usual. She had devised a plan.
"Not hungry."
"Excuse me?" an oni questioned.
"Not hungry," she repeated.
The oni looked panic-stricken. He ran off quickly, yelling, "Koenma, sir! Lord Koenma!"
Several onis came down a few minutes later, worried looks on their faces.
"Not hungry," she said again.
"Lord Koenma commands that you eat," an oni ventured.
"Not hungry."
They tried this for a good while. Nearly an hour passed. She only uttered those two words: not hungry. The onis were panicked.
"Koenma sir, what if we kill the prisoner? We'll be responsible!" the oni was thoroughly upset. He did not like the idea of taking human life, not in this way.
"I know, I know, but what can we do?" Koenma was at a loss, and it was not making him happy. He marched to the cell himself.
"Not hungry," she spat.
"If you want, we can kill you now and get it over with." Koenma threatened.
"That can be arranged," she said, without hesitation.
Koenma was speechless, not expecting that remark. She may not be a good thief, but when it came to talking her way out of things, she was fairly good at it.
"Well, well I can't do that. Taking human life would be a larger crime than the one you committed, I'm afraid." Koenma said, angry now. His paperwork was piling and he needed to fix this problem.
"My crime? Humph. Crime. You gave me three years. Three years! You're a heartless fool, you know that?" she exploded, shouting curses and other such accusations.
"You got what you deserved," Koenma told her.
"I deserved three years for that? I didn't even do anything!"
"Not yet you didn't. You would have. And that's the point."
"How do you know my intentions?"
This caused Koenma to fall silent. The truth was, they didn't know her intentions and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. The witness onis had said she hadn't gotten very far. It was undetermined as to what she was even trying to steal. She hadn't made it that far.
"You don't even know what I was going to steal," she added, laughing at him. "You people are pathetic."
"Silence, fool! You're in no position to be insulting your captor!"
"This is an injustice," she stated simply, and flopped onto the cell's bed, ending the conversation.
"Fine. You stay here and starve. We will not be held accountable," Koenma lied. He stormed back into his office.
"What should we do, sir?" the blue oni questioned.
"What can we do, ogre?"
"Three years was harsh. She's right," the oni thought aloud.
"Ogre! You're letting her manipulate your mind! Snap out of it, ogre!!" Koenma floated up and bonked the oni on the head, who in turn fell to the floor.
Recovering, he said, "Should we lessen the sentence?"
"We'll get the advice of someone. For now, I need to finish this paperwork," Koenma answered, pulling out a stamp and pounding on the stack of papers like there was no tomorrow.
"Koenma, sir! I'm back!" a bubbly voice echoed through the hallway.
"Yes, that's nice Botan. I have a lot of work to do."
"Oh, sir! So much paperwork! How do you ever let it get caught up like this?" Botan asked, innocent.
"I had a . . . mishap today. A prisoner threatened with starvation. What do I do, Botan?" his toddler eyes looked up at her with a look of complete and utter helplessness. She was completely won over.
"I'll help in any way I can, sir, but how?"
"Well, she was trying to steal something, so we put her in a cell for three years."
"Three years?!" Botan exclaimed, she was good at seeing the other person's point of view.
"Yes, I took the advice of the ogres."
"Sir! They don't know what they're doing! What did she take? Who is it?" Botan was excited; there wasn't often a problem that she got to help with.
"She didn't take anything, we captured her easily before she could get a thing," Koenma said matter-of-factly. "Her only known name is . . . B.D."
"What does that stand for?" Botan was curious to know.
"Her file doesn't say, but according to rumors in Makai it's Black Dragon. A nickname, perhaps? She's not a big time criminal, there's hardly any record on her." Koenma looked stressed.
"Hmm. Interesting problem, Koenma sir. I think you should lessen her sentence, because I know that I wouldn't want to sit in Reikai prison for three years and then have to face the outside world and tell them that I had failed in the first place. It would be humiliating!" Botan flailed her arms wildly with excitement.
"Yes, I suppose you're right. Thank you, Botan." Koenma snatched up the file on B.D. and changed the sentence, and went back to work. And that was that.
B.D. sat in her cell, all alone. She was looking out the window, hopping up and down and trying to see the River Styx. Too short to see out the window, she sat down on the bed again, defeated. "Three whole years of this? This is so boring!" she said aloud. Boring was just a cover-up for her fear. Who wants to be in prison for three years?
"Botan! Come back here!" Koenma called, breaking the silence. B.D. snapped to attention even from her cell, hearing his call startled her.
"Yes sir?" Botan sleepily walked back to his desk.
"Sorry to bother you, Botan, but I meant to ask you . . . how did the mission go?"
"Oh, good sir. Yusuke took care of it, as usual. Case closed. Here's the file," she pulled a folder out of her kimono and gave it to him.
"Thank you, Botan. See you tomorrow," he said.
"Good night, Koenma-sama."
B.D. listened from her cell, eavesdropping. And yet, so bored. She went to sleep, nothing else to do. She found it, again, difficult to sleep. A combination of hunger and the thought of being in jail plagued her, although she eventually fell into a restless sleep.
"WHAT?! AGAIN?! WHY?!" a loud, obnoxious voice rang through Koenma's office, reverberating off all the walls and making its way to B.D.'s cell. She awoke with a yelp.
"And what was that?" the voice calmed to ask.
"A prisoner, forget it. Yes again. Go! You don't have all day!" Koenma yelled back.
"Listen, Koenma. We just got done killing those dudes from yesterday. And now you got more? What's up with that?" a different, slightly calmer voice asked.
"It isn't our fault. You guys should be done by tomorrow, there are only B- class youkai and lower there." Koenma's voice told the other two.
"BUT THIS IS SO DUMB!" the first voice boomed.
"Kuwabara, just go. Come back and let us know how it went, guys. Bye!" a bubbly female voice rang cheerily through the halls.
"What was that all about, I wonder?" B.D. mused trying to see down the hall into Koenma's office. She couldn't see a thing. Several minutes past, and the excitement of the morning died down. Her stomach snarled angrily. She was starving.
"Why hello! Botan's my name! Yours?" a pleasant looking blue-haired girl bounced merrily into her cell, holding a tray of breakfast.
She sat silent for a minute, letting her brain process the information before replying, "Not hungry."
"What do you mean? Reikai breakfasts are the best!" Botan said merrily, handing B.D. the food.
"Not hungry."
"Well you sure are a sore loser! We lessened your sentence, you know." Botan informed her.
"Not- what?"
"That's right! Only a half-year now. I fixed it!" Botan was obviously pleased with herself.
"Thanks, I guess."
"What's your name?" Botan was as cheery as ever.
"Call me B.D."
"What does that stand for?"
B.D. paused before saying " . . . Black Dragon."
"OOH! Just like Hiei's! WOOSH!" Botan flailed her arms excitedly, describing Hiei's Black Dragon Wave with a variety of whoosh noises.
"Uh-huh, that's nice, Botan," B.D. said, although cracking a smile.
"Where'd you get a nickname like that?!" Botan asked, having finished her whoosh noises.
B.D. thought about this a minute. But she was already captured, so what the heck. She pulled up a black sleeve on her right arm, revealing her Black Dragon tattoo. Botan gasped.
"Just like Hiei! KOENMA, SIR!" Botan fled to tell Koenma.
"I knew I shouldn't have done that." B.D. said aloud, miserable once again.
"SHE WHAT?!" Koenma exploded.
"Yep!" Botan hopped up and down, excited.
"Where could she have learned that?" Koenma asked, obviously stressed.
"I taught myself!" B.D. hollered from her cell.
Koenma sweat dropped. "Well it's nice to know we're listened to," he commented.
Several hours later, one of the two voices was heard ringing through the halls again. Followed by the other.
"Koenma! Botan! We're back!" yelled the second, not so obnoxious voice.
"That was lame!" hollered an obnoxious-beyond-all-reason voice.
"Good job, you guys!" Botan happily greeted them.
"I trust you did everything as we told you?" Koenma asked.
"Of course." A new voice. Masculine, polite. B.D. pondered this.
"Well? Lets have it!" Koenma said, excited.
"Hiei has it," all three voices chimed in at once.
"Hiei . . . that's the one Botan said about. Strange." B.D. tried to see down the hall, but due to her short-ness she could not.
"Where'd he go?" Botan asked.
"COME HERE, SHRIMP!" yelled the loud, obnoxious voice.
"Kuwabara, PLEASE don't do that." Koenma pleaded.
"Hn." A new voice again. Deep, and somehow mysterious. She pondered this too.
"Yay! We got the Orb back!" Botan said, cheery as usual.
"Yep. Orb Thingy. That all, boss?" said one of the voices (the non- obnoxious one).
"Yes, Yusuke. That's all."
CRASH! B.D.'s cell bed had collapsed. She shouted a string of curses and stood up, her back in pain. She had been unable to see, even with the added height of the cell bed.
"And that was . . .?" the voice, called Yusuke, asked.
"Prisoner." Koenma answered.
"Oh yea! The Hiei-girl!" Botan hopped up and down excitedly.
"The WHAT?!" the obnoxious voice boomed, bursting into laughter.
"It's not that funny," Botan said, confused.
"Yes . . . it . . . is!" the Kuwabara voice and the Yusuke voice laughed together.
"What?" the newest voice asked, a surprised tone in his voice.
"Yea! She has the Black Dragon tattoo!" Botan exclaimed.
"Yes, and it poses a problem." Koenma sighed.
"Can you people not talk about me! I can't even see you!!" B.D. shouted, irritated.
"That's her! B.D.!" Botan yelled, running excitedly down the hall back to her cell.
B.D. was sitting on her bed, which used to be suspended from the wall, however now it was just flat on the floor.
"What happened to you?" Botan asked.
"I fell."
"Oh."
"Why are you talking about me?"
"Because, you're the Hiei-girl!"
"Am not! Who is that?"
"Hang on, I'll get them!" Botan rushed off.
"No! Wait, Botan!" she sighed, defeated.
"What?" a boy in green asked her, walking up.
"Who are you?" she spat.
"Yusuke."
"Oh," she calmed a little. Then three other people came in, along with Botan.
"And you people are . . .?" B.D. asked, growing confused.
Yusuke explained, "that's Kuwabara, and Kurama, and Hiei, and Botan."
"Yes, I know Botan. Nice to meet the rest of you, I guess," she sat on her bed, which was flat.
"That thingy's supposed to go, uh, UP the wall." Kuwabara noticed.
"Naw, ya think? Did you cook that up all by yourself, big boy?" B.D. glared.
The guy in green, Yusuke, found this hilarious. "She got you, Kuwabara!" he said, laughing.
"Shut up," she spat. That shut Yusuke up.
"Well excuse ME." Yusuke said, offended.
The redhead sweat dropped, and the spiky-haired guy in black seemed stoic.
"Well, now that you guys know each other . . . SHOW THEM THE TATTOO!" Botan yelped.
"Uh, sure," B.D. lifted her sleeve, revealing a tattoo of a Black Dragon. "You guys are in spirit world, you should recognize this. I don't see what's such a big deal."
Hiei's eyes widened, staring at the tattoo. Botan smiled giddily with excitement. Then an awkward pause, as they all just stared at B.D.'s arm.
"What are you waiting for, show!" Botan shouted at Hiei. He reluctantly lifted his arm and removed a bandage, revealing his tattoo.
B.D. stared in silence. She wasn't as surprised as he had been. She could hardly control hers, never having had a sensei to teach her.
"Happy now?" Hiei spat, pulling on his black cloak.
"Wow Hiei! You have a counterpart!" Yusuke commented.
"Yea she's all shrimpy like you!" Kuwabara noticed. He received death glares from both Hiei and B.D.
"That wasn't nice, Kuwabara," Kurama said, although he had pretty much given up on the other three as hopeless causes.
"Well are you just gonna stand there all day? I have lots to do. Rot in prison, rot in prison, and oh, we can't forget about rotting in prison, now can we?" B.D. accused.
Yusuke laughed. "And a sense of humor to boot!! She's BETTER than Hiei!"
Kurama gave Yusuke a please-don't-provoke-it look, and Hiei looked murderous. Kuwabara thought it was hilarious.
"That's very nice. I think I'll rot in prison now." B.D. said.
Yusuke and Kuwabara doubled over with laughter.
"Are they always that weird?" she asked.
"Hn."
The Tantei had left, going to their respective homes, trees, and back-rooms- of-the-Reikai. B.D. did just what she said she would do. She sat and rotted in prison, bored out of her mind. She knew that she'd scared Koenma by possessing the Black Dragon Wave, although little did he know that she couldn't use it. Not without dying, anyway. She'd only accomplished it twice, both times making a big mess of things.
But she wasn't about to let Koenma know that.
Her stomach growled loudly. "BOTAN!" she shouted, letting hunger take over.
Botan came in with a smile and a burger. "I was waiting for you to get hungry."
"Whatever."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ END CHAPTER ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, you like? It's a story all about MY character. If ANYTHING in it was Mary-Sue-ish in any way/shape/form, tell me. I'll change it ASAP. That's the point of this story! R&R, please. I plan this to be an epic better than "Tantei in Kindergarten." Which shouldn't be hard, that fic sucked. Although I do like this one ^_^
Remember, I'm open to questions/comments. And Flames are always a source of entertainment, are they not?
Flames and Torches,
~Black Dragon~
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, or anything really. My OC, B.D, is mine. But that's all. (PLEASE NOTE: one of the many purposes of this fic is to ensure that B.D. is an OC. Not a Mary-Sue. She isn't. Thank you.)
~*~*~*~*~* Chapter one: Enter Black Dragon ~*~*~*~*~*
She ran, as fast as her legs and adrenaline rush would allow. Which was, coincidentally, pretty fast. The adrenaline, mainly, since her speed wasn't a strength. Her loosely fitting black pants and gray shirt ruffled slightly as she ran, her black hair flopped lazily behind her. She could never get that hair as straight as she'd like, and right now she didn't care. Her crimson eyes flashed a fiery hatred at her pursuer, a Reikai guard. He chased after her, with several others behind him.
"Run!" her brain screamed to her. She did. A blue oni appeared in front of her, blocking her path. She tripped and fell, landing painfully on one shoulder. Another oni grabbed her wrist, while yet another snatched her katana, her only weapon, from its sheath. She was caught.
"You do know you've committed a serious crime, do you not?" Koenma accused.
"Yes."
"And you know, also, that you're going to jail?"
"Yes."
"Good. Ogre, take her away."
The oni snatched a handcuffed hand and pulled her off to a cell. "How filthy. A cell." She commented.
"You're in no position to make comments. You're in very big trouble." The oni informed her. She remained silent. Her rude demeanor hid her true emotion. Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest. She was afraid.
The oni locked the cell behind him, whistling a merry tune. He walked away, leaving the demoness to her thoughts.
Several hours later, she had fallen asleep on the cell floor, ignoring the hospitality of the bed provided. Another oni soon interrupted her sleep.
"Lord Koenma wishes to speak with you," he informed.
"Why?"
"Lord Koenma wishes to speak with you," he repeated. She hesitantly got up and waited for him to open the door. He did, carefully, and snatched her hand in a handcuff faster than her brain could process the thought "run! You're free!" and she was led back to Koenma's desk.
"I trust you know why I've brought you back?" he said.
"No."
He sighed. "To sentence you, baka! You need a sentence. Must I do everything myself?!" he spat, annoyed. She stood there silently.
"Koenma, sir. We're ready," the blue oni she'd seen before ran up, handing Koenma a piece of paper. He read it to himself.
"Three years, good. I think that's plenty." Koenma said.
"Three years?" she dropped the "sir" that the onis used.
He sighed again. "Nosey, aren't you? Yes. Three years in Reikai jail."
"Doing nothing?"
"That would be ideal- hey! Why am I talking to this thief? Ogre, take her back to her cell," he busied himself again with his papers.
"Come, then." The oni grabbed her wrist, and led her shamefully away.
She attempted conversation with the oni, "Will I just sit in jail for three years, doing nothing?" Panic showed in her eyes.
"No. Lord Koenma will make you do things around here," the oni answered, trying to keep conversation at a minimum for fear of Koenma's wrath.
She sighed heavily, a single tear rolling down her cheek in spite of herself. The oni noticed, but left saying nothing. She sat silently in her cell, crying herself to sleep.
Morning came and went, and she was given some breakfast by an oni. She had spent her time wisely this morning, up at five as usual. She had devised a plan.
"Not hungry."
"Excuse me?" an oni questioned.
"Not hungry," she repeated.
The oni looked panic-stricken. He ran off quickly, yelling, "Koenma, sir! Lord Koenma!"
Several onis came down a few minutes later, worried looks on their faces.
"Not hungry," she said again.
"Lord Koenma commands that you eat," an oni ventured.
"Not hungry."
They tried this for a good while. Nearly an hour passed. She only uttered those two words: not hungry. The onis were panicked.
"Koenma sir, what if we kill the prisoner? We'll be responsible!" the oni was thoroughly upset. He did not like the idea of taking human life, not in this way.
"I know, I know, but what can we do?" Koenma was at a loss, and it was not making him happy. He marched to the cell himself.
"Not hungry," she spat.
"If you want, we can kill you now and get it over with." Koenma threatened.
"That can be arranged," she said, without hesitation.
Koenma was speechless, not expecting that remark. She may not be a good thief, but when it came to talking her way out of things, she was fairly good at it.
"Well, well I can't do that. Taking human life would be a larger crime than the one you committed, I'm afraid." Koenma said, angry now. His paperwork was piling and he needed to fix this problem.
"My crime? Humph. Crime. You gave me three years. Three years! You're a heartless fool, you know that?" she exploded, shouting curses and other such accusations.
"You got what you deserved," Koenma told her.
"I deserved three years for that? I didn't even do anything!"
"Not yet you didn't. You would have. And that's the point."
"How do you know my intentions?"
This caused Koenma to fall silent. The truth was, they didn't know her intentions and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. The witness onis had said she hadn't gotten very far. It was undetermined as to what she was even trying to steal. She hadn't made it that far.
"You don't even know what I was going to steal," she added, laughing at him. "You people are pathetic."
"Silence, fool! You're in no position to be insulting your captor!"
"This is an injustice," she stated simply, and flopped onto the cell's bed, ending the conversation.
"Fine. You stay here and starve. We will not be held accountable," Koenma lied. He stormed back into his office.
"What should we do, sir?" the blue oni questioned.
"What can we do, ogre?"
"Three years was harsh. She's right," the oni thought aloud.
"Ogre! You're letting her manipulate your mind! Snap out of it, ogre!!" Koenma floated up and bonked the oni on the head, who in turn fell to the floor.
Recovering, he said, "Should we lessen the sentence?"
"We'll get the advice of someone. For now, I need to finish this paperwork," Koenma answered, pulling out a stamp and pounding on the stack of papers like there was no tomorrow.
"Koenma, sir! I'm back!" a bubbly voice echoed through the hallway.
"Yes, that's nice Botan. I have a lot of work to do."
"Oh, sir! So much paperwork! How do you ever let it get caught up like this?" Botan asked, innocent.
"I had a . . . mishap today. A prisoner threatened with starvation. What do I do, Botan?" his toddler eyes looked up at her with a look of complete and utter helplessness. She was completely won over.
"I'll help in any way I can, sir, but how?"
"Well, she was trying to steal something, so we put her in a cell for three years."
"Three years?!" Botan exclaimed, she was good at seeing the other person's point of view.
"Yes, I took the advice of the ogres."
"Sir! They don't know what they're doing! What did she take? Who is it?" Botan was excited; there wasn't often a problem that she got to help with.
"She didn't take anything, we captured her easily before she could get a thing," Koenma said matter-of-factly. "Her only known name is . . . B.D."
"What does that stand for?" Botan was curious to know.
"Her file doesn't say, but according to rumors in Makai it's Black Dragon. A nickname, perhaps? She's not a big time criminal, there's hardly any record on her." Koenma looked stressed.
"Hmm. Interesting problem, Koenma sir. I think you should lessen her sentence, because I know that I wouldn't want to sit in Reikai prison for three years and then have to face the outside world and tell them that I had failed in the first place. It would be humiliating!" Botan flailed her arms wildly with excitement.
"Yes, I suppose you're right. Thank you, Botan." Koenma snatched up the file on B.D. and changed the sentence, and went back to work. And that was that.
B.D. sat in her cell, all alone. She was looking out the window, hopping up and down and trying to see the River Styx. Too short to see out the window, she sat down on the bed again, defeated. "Three whole years of this? This is so boring!" she said aloud. Boring was just a cover-up for her fear. Who wants to be in prison for three years?
"Botan! Come back here!" Koenma called, breaking the silence. B.D. snapped to attention even from her cell, hearing his call startled her.
"Yes sir?" Botan sleepily walked back to his desk.
"Sorry to bother you, Botan, but I meant to ask you . . . how did the mission go?"
"Oh, good sir. Yusuke took care of it, as usual. Case closed. Here's the file," she pulled a folder out of her kimono and gave it to him.
"Thank you, Botan. See you tomorrow," he said.
"Good night, Koenma-sama."
B.D. listened from her cell, eavesdropping. And yet, so bored. She went to sleep, nothing else to do. She found it, again, difficult to sleep. A combination of hunger and the thought of being in jail plagued her, although she eventually fell into a restless sleep.
"WHAT?! AGAIN?! WHY?!" a loud, obnoxious voice rang through Koenma's office, reverberating off all the walls and making its way to B.D.'s cell. She awoke with a yelp.
"And what was that?" the voice calmed to ask.
"A prisoner, forget it. Yes again. Go! You don't have all day!" Koenma yelled back.
"Listen, Koenma. We just got done killing those dudes from yesterday. And now you got more? What's up with that?" a different, slightly calmer voice asked.
"It isn't our fault. You guys should be done by tomorrow, there are only B- class youkai and lower there." Koenma's voice told the other two.
"BUT THIS IS SO DUMB!" the first voice boomed.
"Kuwabara, just go. Come back and let us know how it went, guys. Bye!" a bubbly female voice rang cheerily through the halls.
"What was that all about, I wonder?" B.D. mused trying to see down the hall into Koenma's office. She couldn't see a thing. Several minutes past, and the excitement of the morning died down. Her stomach snarled angrily. She was starving.
"Why hello! Botan's my name! Yours?" a pleasant looking blue-haired girl bounced merrily into her cell, holding a tray of breakfast.
She sat silent for a minute, letting her brain process the information before replying, "Not hungry."
"What do you mean? Reikai breakfasts are the best!" Botan said merrily, handing B.D. the food.
"Not hungry."
"Well you sure are a sore loser! We lessened your sentence, you know." Botan informed her.
"Not- what?"
"That's right! Only a half-year now. I fixed it!" Botan was obviously pleased with herself.
"Thanks, I guess."
"What's your name?" Botan was as cheery as ever.
"Call me B.D."
"What does that stand for?"
B.D. paused before saying " . . . Black Dragon."
"OOH! Just like Hiei's! WOOSH!" Botan flailed her arms excitedly, describing Hiei's Black Dragon Wave with a variety of whoosh noises.
"Uh-huh, that's nice, Botan," B.D. said, although cracking a smile.
"Where'd you get a nickname like that?!" Botan asked, having finished her whoosh noises.
B.D. thought about this a minute. But she was already captured, so what the heck. She pulled up a black sleeve on her right arm, revealing her Black Dragon tattoo. Botan gasped.
"Just like Hiei! KOENMA, SIR!" Botan fled to tell Koenma.
"I knew I shouldn't have done that." B.D. said aloud, miserable once again.
"SHE WHAT?!" Koenma exploded.
"Yep!" Botan hopped up and down, excited.
"Where could she have learned that?" Koenma asked, obviously stressed.
"I taught myself!" B.D. hollered from her cell.
Koenma sweat dropped. "Well it's nice to know we're listened to," he commented.
Several hours later, one of the two voices was heard ringing through the halls again. Followed by the other.
"Koenma! Botan! We're back!" yelled the second, not so obnoxious voice.
"That was lame!" hollered an obnoxious-beyond-all-reason voice.
"Good job, you guys!" Botan happily greeted them.
"I trust you did everything as we told you?" Koenma asked.
"Of course." A new voice. Masculine, polite. B.D. pondered this.
"Well? Lets have it!" Koenma said, excited.
"Hiei has it," all three voices chimed in at once.
"Hiei . . . that's the one Botan said about. Strange." B.D. tried to see down the hall, but due to her short-ness she could not.
"Where'd he go?" Botan asked.
"COME HERE, SHRIMP!" yelled the loud, obnoxious voice.
"Kuwabara, PLEASE don't do that." Koenma pleaded.
"Hn." A new voice again. Deep, and somehow mysterious. She pondered this too.
"Yay! We got the Orb back!" Botan said, cheery as usual.
"Yep. Orb Thingy. That all, boss?" said one of the voices (the non- obnoxious one).
"Yes, Yusuke. That's all."
CRASH! B.D.'s cell bed had collapsed. She shouted a string of curses and stood up, her back in pain. She had been unable to see, even with the added height of the cell bed.
"And that was . . .?" the voice, called Yusuke, asked.
"Prisoner." Koenma answered.
"Oh yea! The Hiei-girl!" Botan hopped up and down excitedly.
"The WHAT?!" the obnoxious voice boomed, bursting into laughter.
"It's not that funny," Botan said, confused.
"Yes . . . it . . . is!" the Kuwabara voice and the Yusuke voice laughed together.
"What?" the newest voice asked, a surprised tone in his voice.
"Yea! She has the Black Dragon tattoo!" Botan exclaimed.
"Yes, and it poses a problem." Koenma sighed.
"Can you people not talk about me! I can't even see you!!" B.D. shouted, irritated.
"That's her! B.D.!" Botan yelled, running excitedly down the hall back to her cell.
B.D. was sitting on her bed, which used to be suspended from the wall, however now it was just flat on the floor.
"What happened to you?" Botan asked.
"I fell."
"Oh."
"Why are you talking about me?"
"Because, you're the Hiei-girl!"
"Am not! Who is that?"
"Hang on, I'll get them!" Botan rushed off.
"No! Wait, Botan!" she sighed, defeated.
"What?" a boy in green asked her, walking up.
"Who are you?" she spat.
"Yusuke."
"Oh," she calmed a little. Then three other people came in, along with Botan.
"And you people are . . .?" B.D. asked, growing confused.
Yusuke explained, "that's Kuwabara, and Kurama, and Hiei, and Botan."
"Yes, I know Botan. Nice to meet the rest of you, I guess," she sat on her bed, which was flat.
"That thingy's supposed to go, uh, UP the wall." Kuwabara noticed.
"Naw, ya think? Did you cook that up all by yourself, big boy?" B.D. glared.
The guy in green, Yusuke, found this hilarious. "She got you, Kuwabara!" he said, laughing.
"Shut up," she spat. That shut Yusuke up.
"Well excuse ME." Yusuke said, offended.
The redhead sweat dropped, and the spiky-haired guy in black seemed stoic.
"Well, now that you guys know each other . . . SHOW THEM THE TATTOO!" Botan yelped.
"Uh, sure," B.D. lifted her sleeve, revealing a tattoo of a Black Dragon. "You guys are in spirit world, you should recognize this. I don't see what's such a big deal."
Hiei's eyes widened, staring at the tattoo. Botan smiled giddily with excitement. Then an awkward pause, as they all just stared at B.D.'s arm.
"What are you waiting for, show!" Botan shouted at Hiei. He reluctantly lifted his arm and removed a bandage, revealing his tattoo.
B.D. stared in silence. She wasn't as surprised as he had been. She could hardly control hers, never having had a sensei to teach her.
"Happy now?" Hiei spat, pulling on his black cloak.
"Wow Hiei! You have a counterpart!" Yusuke commented.
"Yea she's all shrimpy like you!" Kuwabara noticed. He received death glares from both Hiei and B.D.
"That wasn't nice, Kuwabara," Kurama said, although he had pretty much given up on the other three as hopeless causes.
"Well are you just gonna stand there all day? I have lots to do. Rot in prison, rot in prison, and oh, we can't forget about rotting in prison, now can we?" B.D. accused.
Yusuke laughed. "And a sense of humor to boot!! She's BETTER than Hiei!"
Kurama gave Yusuke a please-don't-provoke-it look, and Hiei looked murderous. Kuwabara thought it was hilarious.
"That's very nice. I think I'll rot in prison now." B.D. said.
Yusuke and Kuwabara doubled over with laughter.
"Are they always that weird?" she asked.
"Hn."
The Tantei had left, going to their respective homes, trees, and back-rooms- of-the-Reikai. B.D. did just what she said she would do. She sat and rotted in prison, bored out of her mind. She knew that she'd scared Koenma by possessing the Black Dragon Wave, although little did he know that she couldn't use it. Not without dying, anyway. She'd only accomplished it twice, both times making a big mess of things.
But she wasn't about to let Koenma know that.
Her stomach growled loudly. "BOTAN!" she shouted, letting hunger take over.
Botan came in with a smile and a burger. "I was waiting for you to get hungry."
"Whatever."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ END CHAPTER ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Well, you like? It's a story all about MY character. If ANYTHING in it was Mary-Sue-ish in any way/shape/form, tell me. I'll change it ASAP. That's the point of this story! R&R, please. I plan this to be an epic better than "Tantei in Kindergarten." Which shouldn't be hard, that fic sucked. Although I do like this one ^_^
Remember, I'm open to questions/comments. And Flames are always a source of entertainment, are they not?
Flames and Torches,
~Black Dragon~