Met His Match

Chap.1

Up in heaven, there is a god who has always been able to manage to convince everything of everything, and has been able to get what he wanted. Being the nephew of Kanzeon Bosatsu does that. But little did he know, he was about to meet his match, in the form of one devil.

Kanzeon stared at the girl; she had made her way to heaven an hour ago, and fallen down, and upon waking up had not remembered ever coming there.

Her long hair, fiery red, hung down her back in a thousand tiny braids, and her eyes, spring green sparkled with a light not seen in heaven. She wore a yellow tank top with tattered sleeves and jeans with a red scarf as a decorative belt and flared pant legs.

What had she said her name was again? Shishi? Sushi? Kikyou?

"My name is Shikyo." The girl replied as if reading the goddess's mind.

"Shikyo, I have a young man I'm going to entrust you to." Kanzeon told the girl.

"Entrust me? Kanzeon, I am sixteen; I needn't be entrusted to anyone. I can take care of myself." Shikyo rolled her eyes toward Kanzeon.

"Shikyo, you're staying with him, and that is that. Gather your things, and follow me."

Stamp!

Konzen heard the door creak and looked up from his papers to once again see Kanzeon standing in his doorway.

"What do you want this time?" He asked, almost afraid of her answer. The last time she had appeared like this, he had ended up stuck with Goku.

"Konzen, I have a lovely child I need you to take care of." Kanzeon smiled.

"I'm having enough trouble with the first one you gave me; give him to someone else."

"See! He doesn't want to take care of me almost as much I don't wanna be taken care of by him!" Shikyo snapped, stepping out from behind Kanzeon.

"A girl? Where did you dig her up?"

"I don't rightly know. She came here herself, and then claimed to not know how she got her." Kanzeon shrugged. "It's only until Shikyo remembers what drove her to come here."

"Hopefully, that'll be before dinner." Konzen growled. Shikyo, with a slight grin retorted,

"Yeah, but not before you die!"

"Go to hell!" This comment conjured an evil smile from the girl.

"I've been. It's highly overrated."