Somewhere in the vast regions of casa space, a certain blue haired monk had forgotten to use "no da" after one sentence. Such a small mistake, but a small rip appeared in the fabric of otaku time, and as it set off chain reactions it became larger and larger . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~ . . . soon the Soyokaze and the SDF-1 faced off, with Voltron as a special guest referee. . . Usagi, Miaka, and Princess Leia entered into a three way death match for the title of best buns. . .Nakago, Wufei, and Kurama entered for title of best buns as well, in an entirely different way of course... but that has nothing to do with this fic so just ignore everything written up until now. Just some Celebrity Deathmatches I'd adore to see. . .now back to the fic . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~ . . . causing the seals and wards on a trunk to weaken. Days later, a pink miasma filled the air as the trunk was opened by an unsuspecting little girl. As it began to slowly take shape, the girl stepped back in horror. She had only heard whispered stories of this strange demon from her great-grandmother. It had been banished eons ago. . . for its strange power of possessing a mind was great and widely feared. . . She ran screaming into the night as it finally coaelesced into a six foot figure. It smiled, and the light glinted off the shiny white teeth as it slowly made its way into the street, its high heels making little click click noises as it walked off, looking for new conquests . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Duo woke up in a strange, unfamiliar place. This wasn't unusual per se, he was used to moving around a lot for missions and hiding from Oz. What made this truly bizzare was the room he had woken up in and the killer headache right between his eyes. He shook his head, trying to clear it of the SD Shinigamis and SD Wings that twirled inside in a mad caper. Shimatta. Just how had he ended up here anyway? He glanced around, hoping to find clues of his location or even an exit. He blinked in surprise. Who had decorated this room, Relena? Everything was a horrendous shade of bubblegum pink: the couch he was currently lying on, the cushions, the curtains, the vanity mirror, the wardrobe, and even the carpet was the same shade. Duo shuddered and leaned back gingerly against the couch. Then winced, as he unexpectedly encountered a sore spot on the back of his head. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, not only was he in an unknown location, but he had bruises and scrapes _everywhere_. The befuddled pilot reached up slowly to feel the back of his head and felt a large lump the size of a baseball. He chuckled wryly despite the pain. If Heero was here, he'd probably say that his head was the one spot he never had to worry about injuring. His smile abruptly became a frown, the Japanese pilot certainly _hit_ him in the head enough times to prove it. Heero . . . No time to linger on his psychopathic lover, or the way the spandex shorts sometimes stretched _just_ so, or how Heero had this one spot on his neck that just . . . Duo sighed. This line of thought was getting him nowhere. Firmly, he gathered his wandering thoughts and brought them to rein, thinking to himself, woah Silver . . . The American pilot briefly sweatdropped, he probably had a concussion as well. How had he ended up here? Duo mentally checked off the list of events which might have occurred. The only thought which seemed remotely possible, to his bruised brain was that he was dead and this was someone's insane idea of heaven . . . or hell. He shrugged. Well, if he was dead, then the question was how he had died. He started listing the reasons in his head. 1. Heero had self-destructed and taken Duo with him. This was Duo's favorite theory, but then the Wing pilot had promised not to self-destruct again. The braided boy smirked despite the pain in his head, remembering just _how_ he had gotten his lover to agree. He had never thought that black lace would have such an -interesting- effect on the normally stony pilot. 2. -He- had self-destructed. The boy immediately crossed out that thought. He had finally managed to capture the Perfect Soldier's heart, and most importantly, his feelings were reciprocated. There was no way he would ever give that up. Besides, the damn self-destruct never worked when it was supposed to. 3.Relena had found about their relationship and killed him. Duo frowned. Iie, that was last week . . . Surely, she wouldn't try again so soon. Especially considering that Heero had personally dropped her off on one of the many colonies. The long haired boy snickered as he remembered the expression on Relena's face as she was shoved off the plane at 5, 000 ft altitude, with a parachute and a first aid kit. The parachute being his idea, and the first aid kit was provided by the ever thoughtful Quatre. Heero had wanted to simply throw her off. . . 4.Let's see . . . Trowa had vowed his ever lasting love, and Quatre had sent his Magnacs to kill Duo. No. . . Quatre had declared his love, and Trowa had sent Catherine and her throwing knives after him. . . No, Dorothy had declared her love, and the blonde psychopath had killed him to prove her affection. The American pilot snickered to himself and then sighed. The concussion must be more serious than he had thought. He closed his eyes and stretched out on the couch. Maybe he needed some sleep . . . maybe he'd dream of his cobalt- eyed lover . . .maybe he'd finally find out what made Jello jiggle, like that one time with Heero. . . he drifted off with a smile on his face. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Koenma sighed to himself. He had just finished a mountain of paperwork and was contemplating a break for himself. These days, with the insanity in the Ningenkai, every time he blinked, there was more work for him. Enma Daioh had, for all intents and purposes, isolated himself from everyone. The jr. god of death frowned and bit down irritably on his fuukaman . . . he hadn't seen his father like this since . . .he sighed again and rubbed his forehead irritably. He briefly wondered where the old Urameshi team was and snorted slightly, probably having more fun than him though. Hiei and Kurama were probably romping around the Makai somewhere. He rolled his eyes, those two . . . *Flashback* Yomi and Mukuro came pounding into the Reikai office, running right over a bewildered George. They screeched to a halt in front of his desk, toppling over several piles of documents with the rush of air that accompanied them. He eyed them sourly over the papers he had been dilligently stamping. "KOENMA!!!" they both roared. Koenma raised an eyebrow and spoke around his fuukaman, "Well, well, if it isn't Yomi and Mukuro. Last I remember, youkai were specifically forbidden in the Reikai." They both ignored him and practically screamed out loud, "Where is he! Where's my heir!" They paused and eyed each other suspiciously, then spoke again in unison. "Your heir?! What about my heir?" They bared their teeth at each other with barely concealed hostility. George was heard to murmur softly , "My, my, if it isn't the Odd Couple, reincarnated." Koenma ducked his head and grinned to himself. Ahh, Hiei and Kurama had finally decided to go ahead with their insane plan, ne. The least he could do was play his part. He abruptly cleared his throat and managed to maintain a somber and dignified countenance. He mentally sighed to himself. Of course, the fact that he was sitting on several stacks of Yellow pages to be able to see over table level might mar that image a bit . . . He cleared his throat loudly to get the attention of the bickering couple. When that didn't work, he tried banging his hand on the table, hard. They continued to argue. Mukuro was now toe to toe with Yomi, tilting her head at 90 degrees to meet his eyes, face on. Koenma blinked. Considering that she only had one biological eye and that Yomi was blind, that was quite a feat. He decided to use a more extreme method to gain their attention, taught to him by a strange monk who had materialized one day via a straw hat. He took a deep breath and focused on a face . . . . . .Taitsukun, in 3-D no less, abruptly materialized in front of the two youkai. "If you two don't stop arguing and listen to me. . ." Mukuro took one look at her face, paled, and abruptly shut up. Yomi was left screaming out loud to an unnaturally quiet room. He winced and tried to regain his composure. George had fainted dead away. Satisfied, Koenma recalled the projection, mentally thanking the wandering monk and hoping that he had been reincarnated into a good life. "Sate, let's try to get make a little sense. You." he pointed a chubby finger at Mukuro. "explain first and make it quick." Sullenly she replied, "Hiei is missing." then added in a heated way. "I think that, that thieving youko heir of Mr. Magoo's is responsible." She glared at Yomi. Yomi replied, in a cool icy voice." -My- heir is missing as well. I wouldn't put it above Bionic Bitch over there to get her trained koorime to make him -disappear-" Koenma sighed again. This was patently ridiculous. Kurama and Hiei had been a couple for as long as he could remember. -Everyone- knew that. Yet these two patently refused to admit it. They would assign their "heirs" into conflicts specifically designed to draw them apart. Neither was willing to give up. After Shuuichi's death, Hiei and Kurama would work out "scenarios", where they would kidnap each other, supposedly in the name of their respective bosses. But more as a reason to get away from the political maneuvering of the various youkai courts and the demands of the bickering youkai in front of him. The toddler just wished that someone would -kidnap- him from this tedious situation. He glanced at a calendar. Hmmm, those two should be safely in Yuusuke's territory by now. He turned back to Yomi and Mukuro, whose arguing had degenerated into name calling and making faces. Koenma rolled his eyes. The Makai had eventually settled into a sort of peace, with minor skirmishes and conflicts breaking out around the borders occasionally. While, personally, -he- appreciated the slack in paperwork, and most of the weaker youkais welcomed this chance to avoid manipulation and coercion by their stronger counterparts, stronger youkai, like Mukuro and Yomi seemed to have become rather . . . imbalanced in the newly founded peaceful state, even though it had been at least a couple of centuries. They seemed to positively relish the chance to clash together, Hiei and Kurama's frequent disappearings being a prime example. Abruptly he shifted into his teenage form, "Enough!" he shouted, "this has gone long enough. I am sick and tired of having to deal with your petty problems. Either learn to deal with the fact that your heirs have no intention of obeying you, or just get some new heirs." His voice had steadily risen with each word until he was screaming at the suddenly quiet youkai in front of him. Ahhh, that had felt good. Koenma felt as if he had gotten rid of at least three centuries of stress. "Now, unless either of you has something constructive or Inori-sama forbid something useful to say, please leave. I have too much work to do." The note of dismissal in his voice was unmistakeable. Two of the most powerful youkai in the Makai left the room, sniping and shoving at one another like two bullies forced to share a sandbox. *End Flashback* Koenma grinned at the memory. Sa, Kuruma and Hiei had finally decided to renounce the "honor" bestowed on them and had basically told Yomi and Mukuro to screw themselves . . they had eloped in the Makai and honeymooned in the Reikai. The latter being necessary as both rulers had been -extremely- unhappy at the insult and had sent assassins after the newlywed couple. They had sought refuge in the Spirit World for several decades before considering it safe to return to the Makai. He snorted. The junior god hoped that he never had to witness youkai newlyweds ever again. Those two had found the strangest and most awkward places to fool around in. He would never look at his father's throne in quite the same light anymore. He sighed again. No time for reminiscing, already this brief interlude had allowed the papers to pile up over his head. Koenma reached for another sheet unthinkingly, skimming over it, seal ready to stamp. Suddenly, he paled. Masaka . . . how had they found him. More importantly, did otousama know about this. . . "George!! Botan! Get in here now!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Botan, " he murmured, leaning so close that his warm breath brushed past her suddenly flushed cheeks. "Hai, Koenman-sama, " she replied breathlessly, drinking in the sight of her usually color challenged boss dressed in a white and grey tux. He was in his teenage form, his brown-gold hair casually brushed back from his face. "Botan, " he repeated huskily, " would you do the honor . . ." She gasped. "Gasp." Masaka, he wouldn't be asking _that_ question. Would he? She smiled dreamily, her lips already forming the word yes when . . . " . . . of changing my diapers for me." he squeaked, having suddenly shrunken to his chibi form. "Ha~i . . . NANI!!" "You heard me. Change my diapers, " he ordered irritably, sucking furiously on his _pacifier_. She could only gape in disbelief then squeal as another Koenma toddler appeared next to her elbow. "Change my diaper, too." "Mine, too." "Me. Me. Me.", and so on, until she was literally buried in squealing, squalling, squalid toddlers. "Waaaaaaaahhhh!. Tasukete kure!!!" she screamed collapsing under their combined weight. Suddenly another, much deeper voice, called out. "Botan-san, Botan-san. Wake up! Koenma-sama needs to talk with you. There's an emergency meeting being held." Botan refused to open her eyes and thought to herself. This is just another part of the dream . . . don't be tricked. If I open my eyes now, I'm going to see masses of Koenma duplicates screaming at me. She took a deep breath. This is just a dream, just a dream, just a dream. George Saotome frowned. The blue-haired girl refused to open her eyes. He leaned in closer. She seemed to be mumbling something to herself. . . " . . .a dream, just a dream, a dream, just a dream." The blue oni sighed. This was going to take a while. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She regarded the long-haired boy, snoring away in bliss, rather bemusedly. She had been unaware when he had been dragged into their hideously pink room. She made a face. Just how in the name of Kami-sama had someone decided that pink flowered wallpaper and plastic pink furnishings were a good idea anyway. Even after having been held in this room for nearly a month now, she wasn't used to waking up in this bizarre environment. Then _he_ had been casually dumped on the couch, awaking briefly then falling back to sleep with a distinct smirk on his face. She had considered introducing herself, but the stranger looked as if he needed sleep more. After all, who knew how long they would be held here anyway. She sighed and nestled against the chair, a truly grotesque design in gilded gold and pink, facing across from the slumbering boy. They'd be able to talk after he had his nap. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yuusuke was bored. Mind you not bored as in, gee I wish something would happen soon. No, this late stage of boredom was more like, if something doesn't happen now, I'm going to blow up this stupid palace and half the Makai with it. The black haired boy suddenly grinned, and he could do it too. After his human heart had stopped beating, his youkai heritage had fully manifested itself. The only ones who could possibly come close to his power level was the other two rulers of the Makai, Yomi and Mukuro, and possibly Hiei. Yuusuke smirked. He wished that his two former team mates would show up in his palace again, along with Yomi and Mukuro's troops hot on their tail. Kurama and Hiei had used Raizen's, now Yuusuke's, palace as a sort of refuge whenever they managed to escape. He shook his head in bemusement and shifted uncomfortably on his throne, eventually rising to stand in front of the window. After accidentally intruding on one of the couple's interludes, on his _throne_ no less, the black-eyed boy felt uncomfortable sitting on it. He felt even more uncomfortable telling his advisors precisely why he no longer wished to sit on the throne, those two . . .He stretched and cracked his knuckles. Ever since, he had taken over Raizen's territory, nothing interesting had happened. A somewhat uneasy peace had settled over the Makai, and even the occasional power hungry youkai, bent on world domination, had ceased to show up. It had made his life more tedious, and the other two rulers damn cranky. Mukuro walked around with a permanent scowl on her face, Yomi had long since withdrawn into a sulking silence. The only genuine pleasure those two got were insulting each other or harassing their poor underlings. Yuusuke stretched again and decided to pay a visit to Kurama and Hiei, after all, those two couldn't possibly be "occupied" all the time . . . could they? He grinned and thought to himself. Well then, it's time Hiei and I finally finished that little fighting exercise ne? They had called it a draw after having destroyed several important buildings in the Reikai. With the combination of Koenma threatening to sentence them both to several centuries of paper pushing and Keiko trying to bash _both_ their heads in with a two ton mallet, the koorime had grunted and casually flitted over to Kurama's side. Unfortunately, Yuusuke hadn't been as quick. He winced in memory and rubbed at the side of his face. The boy was sure that imprint of his face on the floor of the Reikai would never fade. . . It had been during Keiko's many trips to the Reikai . . . The brown-eyed boy grimaced to himself. Even after having found Keiko through at least a dozen reincarnations, each time she died, he would mourn her too brief life. Yuusuke sighed and shook his head. Sometimes he had missed her newly reincarnated form and then have to wait several generations to find her again. Every time they met, it would be like the first time for his love. Then, she would gradually remember . . . he smiled rather wistfully. They would only have several decades together, before Botan would call. She would always promise to wait for him, and of course he would cockily assure her that he could find her wide butt anywhere, whether in the Reikai or the Ningenkai and then hastily duck. Sometimes she would smack him across the face, other times she would stop short and just caress his cheek before leaving . . . He lightly smacked himself on the side of the head. She was due to be reincarnated soon, and he would be able to see her again . . . smile with her, talk to her . . . Saaa, for now, he would just have to do with challenging Hiei to another extended bout. Yuusuke whistled cheerfully as he launched himself out the window and into the waiting branches of the Makai tree below. There were, after all, benefits to having a youko as a friend, such as forming a convenient escape route in case his advisors tried to drag him into another "urgent" meeting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As the disembodied voice rumbled through the pink room, its tone menacing, he thought to himself. Surely, this time _this_ would wake them up. "As of now, the two of you will be held hostage as our takeover of the . . . " he trailed off and sighed. Again, neither the boy nor the girl was paying any attention to him. This had to be the upteenth time, he had tried to make himself known. What use was his evil chuckle and deep rumbling voice that he had practiced for so long when neither occupant woke up! He cleared his throat loudly and gargled some more. Then said, "I command you to awake! Your fates rest directly in my hands." There, that sounded impressive enough. Duo snorted and flopped onto his stomach, giggling softly to himself, something about Deathscythe, Heero, and . . . chocolate pudding? The now rather desperate villain to be sweatdropped . . . he really did not want to know. The other occupant of the room, the girl, stirred slightly. Her hand twitched convulsively and she muttered to herself as well. " . . baka, baka, baka, baka, baka." Bigger sweatdrop, and they slept on. He shifted and then sighed. Might as well as make himself comfortable, this was going to take a while. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Duo abruptly woke up, disoriented. He shifted slightly and then rolled right off the couch, as he forgot that he was _not_ in his own bed. "Itte te te . . ", he muttered, clutching his sore head. The braided boy painfully sat up from his splayed position on the pink carpet and abruptly froze as he caught sight of a . . . ghost? He sighed mournfully. Concussions were such a pain in the @#$# neck. First his mind starts wandering now he was hallucinating, or maybe he _was_ dead and a ghost as well.. . . He squinted up at the ghost. She didn't seem like anyone he knew though . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The girl woke up, startled by a loud thump. She glanced over at the other occupant of the room then giggled softly. Her roomate had apparently tumbled off his impromptu bed. Anxiously, she went to his side, wanting to help him but unable to do so. A physical body would _really_ be helpful at this point, or even some extra reiki would allow her to come into contact with solid objects. However, she had been held here so long that she was gradually starting to fade in energy. If she wasn't rescued soon . . . there wouldn't be enough of her to return to the Reikai, much less be able to reincarnate. Suddenly, she froze as she came in eye contact with the violet-eyed boy. She eyed him rather nerviously, waiting for his reaction . . . in her experience, most people did not handle seeing spirits very well . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Duo grinned to himself, rather sickly. Sa, he was Shinigami after all. Dead people shouldn't scare him, ne? He gingerly extended a hand towards the brown-haired girl. "Ah, ore wa Duo Maxwell. Hajimemashite. . . " he offered with a wide forced grin. "Atashi wa Keiko desu. . . Yoroshiku onegaishimasu." She took the hand automatically. Then gasped, as a streak of pure electricity ran up her hand from the contact. She dropped to the carpet, with a plop, from her hovering position above the ground. What was that? Duo eyed the girl rather warily, shaking his hand of the pins and needles lodged there. It had started normally enough, she had taken his hand. Then he had felt something _wrenched_ from within, and a sudden tingling feeling shoot up his arm and passed to the girl now sitting in front of him. Wait a minute. . . wasn't she floating above him just a minute ago, and she appeared to be a lot more solid now. . . What was going on here. Keiko gingerly _felt_ the solid ground beneath her, then pinched herself. Ara? She pinched herself again. She could feel the slight prickle of the carpet against her legs and the touch of her hands against her own flesh. . . Apparently, the shock she had felt with this boy's touch had been a dose of pure reiki. She had the closest thing possible to a physical body. The brown-haired girl eyed the boy rather reflectively, where had he gotten such a massive supply anyway? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Kisama! I ought to rip your throat out right now." "Oh yeah, you and what army, shrimp. You wouldn't be able to _reach_ my throat." And so on. . . Kurama sighed to himself and ran a hand through his long, crimson hair. He had changed to his ningen form for old time's sake. He eyed the arguing twosome resignedly. Unfortunately, some things would stay the same, no matter what century it was. " Kurama-kun, would you like some tea, " offered Yukina sweetly with a gentle smile. "Ah. Arigato, Yukina-san. " He smiled at her and gratefully took the cup. The idea of an impromptu reunion had _sounded_ so good at the time. He should really have known better though. Once Kuwabara and his spiky- haired lover started, nothing short of a bomb could tear them apart . . . as the years had proven. He winced and glanced over at the fight when a particularly _loud_ curse threatened to loosen some of the surrounding pictures from the wall. Ever since Kuwabara had become a youkai, the two seemed to find more reasons to argue. . . *Flashback* "Kuwabara-kun, are you sure about this." Kurama had asked rather worriedly. After all, it wasn't every day that a ningen wanted to turn youkai. "Kurama . . . I don't want to leave Yukina behind by herself. I know that you and Hiei . . ." here Kuwabara shook his head, still disbelieving that his delicate wife and that over grown wart were twins, " . . . would take good care of her." Kurama had delicately mentioned Yuusuke and Keiko's situation. Wouldn't he rather be reincarnated and meet Yukina through different lifetimes? Changing into a youkai would be difficult enough, becoming a ningen again would be impossible. The tall boy had looked so solemn at that thought. He replied steadily, " I know that . . .it's not that I'm afraid of dying . . . or even of not being able to find her again. . . " his deep voice petered off as he tried to find the words that ususally came so easily to him. Kurama titled his head slightly in encouragement, indicating that Kuwabara should go on. " . . .it's not even that I don't think Yukina isn't capable of handling my deaths. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I'm the weak one. I don't want to see her sad face every time I die. I don't want to see her cry for me, even though we would meet again. I'm just not strong enough . . . like Urameshi. . . I know this is the cowardly way out but . . . " Kuwabara abruptly stopped talking as a warm, sympathetic hand gently placed itself on his shoulder. He looked up, from where he had been starting fixedly at the ground before him, and gazed into an understanding emerald gaze. A soft voice replied, "Kitto. Daijoubu desu. You are _not_ a coward." Kurama suddenly grinned impishly. "Just wait until I tell Hiei that you're going to be around as a brother-in-law indefinitely." The red-haired boy winked. "He was so~ looking forward to attending several lifetimes of your funerals too." Kuwabara let out a deep, relieved chuckle. "Won't he though. Maybe I'll just go tell him myself." *End Flashback* Kurama grinned to himself, automatically tuning out the screaming and threatening noises sounding from the middle of the room. He still couldn't stop himself from laughing when remember Hiei's expression at Kuwabara's announcement. It had been as if someone had told a child that there would be no Christmas presents under the tree, or a favorite toy had broken. His koibito's look had been that of disbelief, shock, and disappointment. It had just been _so_ kawaii. He chuckled again then whirled around as a new youki was felt. "Oi, minna! Hisashiburidaze." Everyone cried out at the familiar cocky voice. "Yuusuke!" Kurama sighed. And he had _just_ finished regrowing the vegetation from the last reunion. .