InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shards of Destiny ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 4 )
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By: YoukaiFate 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Martial Arts / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.25.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 466 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Martial Arts / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.25.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 466 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, etc., of Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho. This story is for entertainment purposes only, and not for profit.
SHARDS OF DESTINY
Summary: Naraku has crossed over to the modern era, and our heroes must band together to try and stop him. But what troubles arise as old relationships are torn apart by new, and the dark spider sits spinning new webs of deceit?
A/N: Santa popped in long enough to edit out this chapter for me. Merry Christmas everyone, and thanks again for your kind words and support! =)
Chapter Three
Mrs. Higurashi’s return finally broke up the little tea party. Yusuke felt awkward around the older woman, who looked tired and worn. Her daughter, Kagome, went immediately into her arms as the little boy stood around sniffling.
“We should go,” Botan whispered, giving the family a sympathetic glance.
“Yeah,” Yusuke agreed, hating the reason for their grief. He looked at Kurama, who nodded and gracefully stood. Kuwabara made an exaggerated show of creeping out of the room as Yusuke paused by the door.
“Coming, squirt?” he asked the little kitsune, who only shook his rusty head.
“Kagome needs me,” he said, although Yusuke thought it might be the other way around. He flipped the kid two fingers in farewell and followed the others outside.
“It never seems to get easier, no matter how many times…” Botan sighed, then straightened. “Oh! I nearly forgot. Yusuke, Prince Koenma wanted to talk to you. All of you,” she included Kurama and Kuwabara with a nod, ignoring Yusuke’s scowl, “and now we’re relatively alone…”
She produced her briefcase with relish, pulling it right out of thin air. “The Spirit Detective’s Briefcase, just full of handy-dandy little gadgets helpful to any and all Spirit Detectives. You must remember, Yusuke…”
“Just how useless it was? Sure, I remember.” Yusuke crossed his arms.
Botan glared as Kuwabara snickered and Kurama smiled faintly. “I’ll have you know, Yusuke, that I went to a lot of trouble restocking this thing for you!”
“Well, that was a lousy waste of your time, wasn’t it, Botan?”
“Oh! You are something else, Yusuke Urameshi!” Two angry spots appeared high on the ferry-girl’s cheeks. “Well, maybe Prince Koenma can talk some sense into you, since I certainly can’t!”
“It doesn’t really matter what Binky-Breath has to say---”
“Well, then, it shouldn’t matter for you to listen, then does it?” Botan quickly pointed out. Kurama smiled at the girl’s neat manipulation of the stubborn youth, who opened his mouth, paused, and finally glared. Smiling triumphantly, Botan tapped a finger to her lips as she considered. “Now, where should we…?”
“How about the well-house?” Kurama suggested. “It wouldn’t hurt, Yusuke, to have a look around.”
“A splendid idea, Kurama!” Botan seconded. “And a good place to start our investigation.”
Yusuke shrugged indifference, which made Kuwabara scowl. “Oh, come on, Urameshi! Quit acting all cool and stuff I wanna hear what Koenma has to say. Maybe he’s got some dirt on that Naraku guy.”
“That, he does.” Botan nodded. “Once we---or I should say, Spirit World---started digging, we came up with all kinds of juicy little nuggets of information.”
“Great.”
“Your attitude, Yusuke, is not at all helpful!”
“What are you talking about, Botan? I have a great attitude.”
“Boorish, uncooperative, unappreciative…”
“Bossy, nosy, interfering, incessant…”
Their argument accompanied the group all the way across the shrine to the small outbuilding. They paused before the closed door.
“Well, it looks harmless enough,” Botan volunteered.
“Didn’t that girl Kagome say the well’s gone?” Kuwabara asked nervously.
“Oh, come off it.” Rolling his eyes, Yusuke sauntered over and shoved the door open. It creaked loudly as they all peered inside.
“It’s dark,” Kuwabara said. “How come it’s always gotta be dark?”
Reaching over, Kurama flipped on the light switch.
“All the conveniences of home.” Yusuke smirked, pushing forward. A long balcony with a rickety wooden stair led down to the basement.
“Oh, my.” Botan blinked at the destruction below them.
“Looks like a bomb went off in here,” Kuwabara muttered, eying the soot stains halfway up the far wall. A pile of upended earth and broken kindling was all that remained of what might have once been a dry well. Round stones lay strewn like marbles across the dirt floor, scattered among the rest of the charred debris.
“How the hell they make it out of that?” he wondered aloud.
Botan held up the hand not clutching her briefcase. Ghostly light played across her raised palm. “That well was not made to contain evil.”
“I think you’re wrong,” Kurama countered, reading the energy signatures for himself. “I think its original purpose was to entrap evil. There are trace elements of past demons, some of them quite old. But something overpowered the containment barrier and destroyed it.”
“Well, legend says the Bone-Eater’s Well was supposed to ensnare the restless souls of destroyed demons…” Botan said.
“I thought it was a what’s-its, a trans-dooby thingie.”
“A trans-dimensional portal,” Botan corrected with a glare at the former detective. “Really, Yusuke, one would think you’ve never dealt with this sort of thing before.”
“Have I?” he asked, brow wrinkling.
“The tunnel to Demon World, remember?” Botan glared. “The one Sensui built?”
“Oh, yeah. I sorta forgot about that.”
The ferry-girl made an inarticulate noise as Kurama smiled for the incorrigible youth’s teasing.
“Gee, Urameshi, how can you forget a thing like that? That psycho nearly destroyed the whole world!” Kuwabara shook his head.
“What was that, you big lug?” Yusuke bristled, a certain gleam of anticipation in his warm brown gaze.
“Please,” Kurama interrupted the imminent fight. “Shouldn’t we see what Prince Koenma has to say first?”
“Oh!” Recalled to duty, Botan hurriedly opened the briefcase. One half was festooned with various gadgets nestled inside protective foam, the other a video display that came to life even as she set the briefcase down on the floor.
“I’d wondered what was taking you so long!” The fat baby that appeared on the screen, pacifier and ugly hat in place, scolded.
“Sorry, sir, we were held up---” Botan faltered.
“Never you mind.” The toddler waved her contrite apology aside. He looked up at the others. “Hello, Yusuke, Kurama, Kuwabara. It’s good to see you again.”
“I can’t say the same.” Yusuke crossed his arms. “What the heck’s this all about, Diaper Boy?”
“Well, I see some things haven’t changed after three years,” Koenma said darkly.
“Yeah. Like you still haven’t graduated to training pants.”
“Yusuke! I’ll have you know, I left off diapers more than two hundred years ago!” Koenma began hotly. “I can’t be held responsible for the occasional accident---”
Yusuke’s teeth flashed in a wide grin as the Prince of All Spirit Realm flushed beet red.
“Oh, sir!” Jorge’s mortified voice came over the audio feed.
“Can it, ogre!” Koenma glared at some point off-screen, then turned it on Yusuke and Kuwabara, who were clutching each other, they were laughing so hard. “Enough, Yusuke! This is serious business!”
“Yeah.” Yusuke, in one of those lightning changes of mood that never ceased to amaze his friends, let his laughter die. His brown eyes grew intent. “Why don’t you start by telling us just who, exactly, this Naraku guy is?”
“Well, to be frankly honest, we don’t know much about him.”
“Figures.” Yusuke scowled. “Just like you said, Koenma, some things haven’t changed even after three years.”
“I’ll have you know, Yusuke, that I have everyone available combing the archives for all the information we can find on the case. Some of the records are so old they’re illegible. But what I have been able to gather is quite interesting.” He motioned to the ogre off-screen, and the picture abruptly changed to show Kagome Higurashi, smiling over her shoulder.
“Wow, she looks better when she’s not covered in dirt.” Yusuke smirked.
Botan shot him a dirty look.
“This,” Koenma’s voice came over the feed, “is Higurashi Kagome, aged eighteen, Blood Type…”
“Old news, Potty Pants---”
“Let me finish, Yusuke,” Koenma said testily. “It appears Miss Higurashi discovered and began using the trans-dimensional portal located on her family’s shrine to travel back and forth into the Feudal Era.”
“We got that already, Koenma. Jeez, you guys need to catch up.”
“But did you know Miss Higurashi was the reincarnation of a powerful priestess named Kikyou, who lived in the late sixteenth century as Guardian of the Shikon no Tama?”
“Well, no, not really, but it’s nice to put two and two together,” Yusuke said. “Shippou mentioned something along those lines---”
“Ah, yes. Shippou. A fox demon child, actual age unknown but appearing to be about seven years old…” Kagome’s picture was replaced by one of the little kitsune that must have been taken only a few hours ago, for he was held in Kagome’s arms, her uniform torn and her brown eyes troubled.
“Wow, talk about Big Brother. You guys have eyes in the bathroom, too?” Yusuke scowled.
“I apologize for the recentness of the photo, but we do not have much visual data from the Sengoku Jidai. Cameras,” the prince reminded dryly, “weren’t invented yet.”
“What, no sitting portraits?” Yusuke demanded sarcastically.
“Yusuke,” Kurama cautioned.
“We do have one picture…” Koenma suddenly replaced the kitsune’s photo with an odd crayon drawing of a girl in a pink cat suit, a white-haired dog in red yelling at some weird wolf-guy escaping. The paper was yellowed with age, the edges torn and a large corner missing.
Yusuke burst out laughing at the squiggle of a storm cloud over the doggy’s head. “Okay, that looks just like Dog Breath!”
Even Kurama had to smile at the picture as Kuwabara sniggered and Botan stifled her giggles behind a raised hand.
“Who’s that guy?” the ferry-girl asked, pointing at the doodled wolf.
“A wolf demon named Kouga. He is unimportant to this case. Well, relatively. But as he didn’t come through the portal with the others, we can dismiss him as irrelevant.”
Koenma clicked over to a video recap of those who did, the door to the very building they stood in flying open to admit the six figures. Yusuke grimaced as they collapsed on the ground. He could recall the scene all too vividly on his own.
Koenma continued his narrative as the video kept playing. “The half-demon is an inu youkai named Inuyasha. His father was the Dog General of the West, his mother unknown. Or, rather, no records exist to this day on her. The others are a demon slayer named Sango and a monk named Miroku, grandson of the renowned monk, Miyatsu.” Another amateur drawing of a man in a conical hat, also yellowed by age but done in ink on rice paper, appeared.
“There is an interesting story surrounding Monk Miyatsu. He was a great spiritualist, but he had one weakness: Women.”
Yusuke smirked. “Seems to run in the family.”
Botan glowered.
“That’s not all that runs in the family. Monk Miyatsu was cursed with a Wind Tunnel in his right hand, which each son of the line was cursed to carry, until and when they destroyed a demon named Naraku.”
“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” Yusuke muttered.
“Shh,” Kurama admonished.
“What information we have on Naraku mostly comes from Monk Miyatsu, who kept a detailed account of his encounter with the demon. A demon he claimed was unnatural, although he didn’t specify why, which is very frustrating, to say the least. But he could take on the appearance of anyone he devoured.”
“Nice,” Yusuke commented. “Rando, anyone?”
“Correct, Yusuke. Although this Naraku appears to have a preference for devouring demons rather than those humans with spiritual power.” Koenma flipped the screen back to himself. The toddler looked grave, his hands folded on his desk. “No one knows now what this demon is capable of.”
“Well, they just might,” Yusuke flipped a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the house. “Seeing as they brought him.”
“That might not entirely be the case, Yusuke.” Koenma frowned, the ever-present pacifier twisting to one side of his mouth. “From what my agents say, the energy readings on the Bone-Eater’s Well show that something very powerful was used to open the trans-dimensional portal. As far as we in Spirit World can trace, only Miss Higurashi and the half-demon Inuyasha have ever been seen on this side of the well. None of the others have ever accompanied them.
“But there is more than just the question of how the demon Naraku managed to use the portal to transfer himself and the others through just before it was destroyed in the backlash. There is also the fact that he may have brought most of the Shikon no Tama with him.”
“Okay, that’s twice now you’ve mentioned that particular bauble.” Yusuke growled. “What the hell is it?”
“What it is, Yusuke, is a very powerful artifact. One that, in the wrong hands, could prove---”
“Oh, wait. Let me guess.” Yusuke rolled his eyes.
“Yusuke, you don’t understand the gravity of the situation. The Shikon no Tama---”
“Is some dangerous, all-powerful, destroy-the-world thingamajig that’s gonna prove one huge pain in the ass to retrieve.”
“Well,” Koenma considered, “that’s certainly one way to put it.”
SHARDS OF DESTINY
Summary: Naraku has crossed over to the modern era, and our heroes must band together to try and stop him. But what troubles arise as old relationships are torn apart by new, and the dark spider sits spinning new webs of deceit?
A/N: Santa popped in long enough to edit out this chapter for me. Merry Christmas everyone, and thanks again for your kind words and support! =)
Chapter Three
Mrs. Higurashi’s return finally broke up the little tea party. Yusuke felt awkward around the older woman, who looked tired and worn. Her daughter, Kagome, went immediately into her arms as the little boy stood around sniffling.
“We should go,” Botan whispered, giving the family a sympathetic glance.
“Yeah,” Yusuke agreed, hating the reason for their grief. He looked at Kurama, who nodded and gracefully stood. Kuwabara made an exaggerated show of creeping out of the room as Yusuke paused by the door.
“Coming, squirt?” he asked the little kitsune, who only shook his rusty head.
“Kagome needs me,” he said, although Yusuke thought it might be the other way around. He flipped the kid two fingers in farewell and followed the others outside.
“It never seems to get easier, no matter how many times…” Botan sighed, then straightened. “Oh! I nearly forgot. Yusuke, Prince Koenma wanted to talk to you. All of you,” she included Kurama and Kuwabara with a nod, ignoring Yusuke’s scowl, “and now we’re relatively alone…”
She produced her briefcase with relish, pulling it right out of thin air. “The Spirit Detective’s Briefcase, just full of handy-dandy little gadgets helpful to any and all Spirit Detectives. You must remember, Yusuke…”
“Just how useless it was? Sure, I remember.” Yusuke crossed his arms.
Botan glared as Kuwabara snickered and Kurama smiled faintly. “I’ll have you know, Yusuke, that I went to a lot of trouble restocking this thing for you!”
“Well, that was a lousy waste of your time, wasn’t it, Botan?”
“Oh! You are something else, Yusuke Urameshi!” Two angry spots appeared high on the ferry-girl’s cheeks. “Well, maybe Prince Koenma can talk some sense into you, since I certainly can’t!”
“It doesn’t really matter what Binky-Breath has to say---”
“Well, then, it shouldn’t matter for you to listen, then does it?” Botan quickly pointed out. Kurama smiled at the girl’s neat manipulation of the stubborn youth, who opened his mouth, paused, and finally glared. Smiling triumphantly, Botan tapped a finger to her lips as she considered. “Now, where should we…?”
“How about the well-house?” Kurama suggested. “It wouldn’t hurt, Yusuke, to have a look around.”
“A splendid idea, Kurama!” Botan seconded. “And a good place to start our investigation.”
Yusuke shrugged indifference, which made Kuwabara scowl. “Oh, come on, Urameshi! Quit acting all cool and stuff I wanna hear what Koenma has to say. Maybe he’s got some dirt on that Naraku guy.”
“That, he does.” Botan nodded. “Once we---or I should say, Spirit World---started digging, we came up with all kinds of juicy little nuggets of information.”
“Great.”
“Your attitude, Yusuke, is not at all helpful!”
“What are you talking about, Botan? I have a great attitude.”
“Boorish, uncooperative, unappreciative…”
“Bossy, nosy, interfering, incessant…”
Their argument accompanied the group all the way across the shrine to the small outbuilding. They paused before the closed door.
“Well, it looks harmless enough,” Botan volunteered.
“Didn’t that girl Kagome say the well’s gone?” Kuwabara asked nervously.
“Oh, come off it.” Rolling his eyes, Yusuke sauntered over and shoved the door open. It creaked loudly as they all peered inside.
“It’s dark,” Kuwabara said. “How come it’s always gotta be dark?”
Reaching over, Kurama flipped on the light switch.
“All the conveniences of home.” Yusuke smirked, pushing forward. A long balcony with a rickety wooden stair led down to the basement.
“Oh, my.” Botan blinked at the destruction below them.
“Looks like a bomb went off in here,” Kuwabara muttered, eying the soot stains halfway up the far wall. A pile of upended earth and broken kindling was all that remained of what might have once been a dry well. Round stones lay strewn like marbles across the dirt floor, scattered among the rest of the charred debris.
“How the hell they make it out of that?” he wondered aloud.
Botan held up the hand not clutching her briefcase. Ghostly light played across her raised palm. “That well was not made to contain evil.”
“I think you’re wrong,” Kurama countered, reading the energy signatures for himself. “I think its original purpose was to entrap evil. There are trace elements of past demons, some of them quite old. But something overpowered the containment barrier and destroyed it.”
“Well, legend says the Bone-Eater’s Well was supposed to ensnare the restless souls of destroyed demons…” Botan said.
“I thought it was a what’s-its, a trans-dooby thingie.”
“A trans-dimensional portal,” Botan corrected with a glare at the former detective. “Really, Yusuke, one would think you’ve never dealt with this sort of thing before.”
“Have I?” he asked, brow wrinkling.
“The tunnel to Demon World, remember?” Botan glared. “The one Sensui built?”
“Oh, yeah. I sorta forgot about that.”
The ferry-girl made an inarticulate noise as Kurama smiled for the incorrigible youth’s teasing.
“Gee, Urameshi, how can you forget a thing like that? That psycho nearly destroyed the whole world!” Kuwabara shook his head.
“What was that, you big lug?” Yusuke bristled, a certain gleam of anticipation in his warm brown gaze.
“Please,” Kurama interrupted the imminent fight. “Shouldn’t we see what Prince Koenma has to say first?”
“Oh!” Recalled to duty, Botan hurriedly opened the briefcase. One half was festooned with various gadgets nestled inside protective foam, the other a video display that came to life even as she set the briefcase down on the floor.
“I’d wondered what was taking you so long!” The fat baby that appeared on the screen, pacifier and ugly hat in place, scolded.
“Sorry, sir, we were held up---” Botan faltered.
“Never you mind.” The toddler waved her contrite apology aside. He looked up at the others. “Hello, Yusuke, Kurama, Kuwabara. It’s good to see you again.”
“I can’t say the same.” Yusuke crossed his arms. “What the heck’s this all about, Diaper Boy?”
“Well, I see some things haven’t changed after three years,” Koenma said darkly.
“Yeah. Like you still haven’t graduated to training pants.”
“Yusuke! I’ll have you know, I left off diapers more than two hundred years ago!” Koenma began hotly. “I can’t be held responsible for the occasional accident---”
Yusuke’s teeth flashed in a wide grin as the Prince of All Spirit Realm flushed beet red.
“Oh, sir!” Jorge’s mortified voice came over the audio feed.
“Can it, ogre!” Koenma glared at some point off-screen, then turned it on Yusuke and Kuwabara, who were clutching each other, they were laughing so hard. “Enough, Yusuke! This is serious business!”
“Yeah.” Yusuke, in one of those lightning changes of mood that never ceased to amaze his friends, let his laughter die. His brown eyes grew intent. “Why don’t you start by telling us just who, exactly, this Naraku guy is?”
“Well, to be frankly honest, we don’t know much about him.”
“Figures.” Yusuke scowled. “Just like you said, Koenma, some things haven’t changed even after three years.”
“I’ll have you know, Yusuke, that I have everyone available combing the archives for all the information we can find on the case. Some of the records are so old they’re illegible. But what I have been able to gather is quite interesting.” He motioned to the ogre off-screen, and the picture abruptly changed to show Kagome Higurashi, smiling over her shoulder.
“Wow, she looks better when she’s not covered in dirt.” Yusuke smirked.
Botan shot him a dirty look.
“This,” Koenma’s voice came over the feed, “is Higurashi Kagome, aged eighteen, Blood Type…”
“Old news, Potty Pants---”
“Let me finish, Yusuke,” Koenma said testily. “It appears Miss Higurashi discovered and began using the trans-dimensional portal located on her family’s shrine to travel back and forth into the Feudal Era.”
“We got that already, Koenma. Jeez, you guys need to catch up.”
“But did you know Miss Higurashi was the reincarnation of a powerful priestess named Kikyou, who lived in the late sixteenth century as Guardian of the Shikon no Tama?”
“Well, no, not really, but it’s nice to put two and two together,” Yusuke said. “Shippou mentioned something along those lines---”
“Ah, yes. Shippou. A fox demon child, actual age unknown but appearing to be about seven years old…” Kagome’s picture was replaced by one of the little kitsune that must have been taken only a few hours ago, for he was held in Kagome’s arms, her uniform torn and her brown eyes troubled.
“Wow, talk about Big Brother. You guys have eyes in the bathroom, too?” Yusuke scowled.
“I apologize for the recentness of the photo, but we do not have much visual data from the Sengoku Jidai. Cameras,” the prince reminded dryly, “weren’t invented yet.”
“What, no sitting portraits?” Yusuke demanded sarcastically.
“Yusuke,” Kurama cautioned.
“We do have one picture…” Koenma suddenly replaced the kitsune’s photo with an odd crayon drawing of a girl in a pink cat suit, a white-haired dog in red yelling at some weird wolf-guy escaping. The paper was yellowed with age, the edges torn and a large corner missing.
Yusuke burst out laughing at the squiggle of a storm cloud over the doggy’s head. “Okay, that looks just like Dog Breath!”
Even Kurama had to smile at the picture as Kuwabara sniggered and Botan stifled her giggles behind a raised hand.
“Who’s that guy?” the ferry-girl asked, pointing at the doodled wolf.
“A wolf demon named Kouga. He is unimportant to this case. Well, relatively. But as he didn’t come through the portal with the others, we can dismiss him as irrelevant.”
Koenma clicked over to a video recap of those who did, the door to the very building they stood in flying open to admit the six figures. Yusuke grimaced as they collapsed on the ground. He could recall the scene all too vividly on his own.
Koenma continued his narrative as the video kept playing. “The half-demon is an inu youkai named Inuyasha. His father was the Dog General of the West, his mother unknown. Or, rather, no records exist to this day on her. The others are a demon slayer named Sango and a monk named Miroku, grandson of the renowned monk, Miyatsu.” Another amateur drawing of a man in a conical hat, also yellowed by age but done in ink on rice paper, appeared.
“There is an interesting story surrounding Monk Miyatsu. He was a great spiritualist, but he had one weakness: Women.”
Yusuke smirked. “Seems to run in the family.”
Botan glowered.
“That’s not all that runs in the family. Monk Miyatsu was cursed with a Wind Tunnel in his right hand, which each son of the line was cursed to carry, until and when they destroyed a demon named Naraku.”
“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” Yusuke muttered.
“Shh,” Kurama admonished.
“What information we have on Naraku mostly comes from Monk Miyatsu, who kept a detailed account of his encounter with the demon. A demon he claimed was unnatural, although he didn’t specify why, which is very frustrating, to say the least. But he could take on the appearance of anyone he devoured.”
“Nice,” Yusuke commented. “Rando, anyone?”
“Correct, Yusuke. Although this Naraku appears to have a preference for devouring demons rather than those humans with spiritual power.” Koenma flipped the screen back to himself. The toddler looked grave, his hands folded on his desk. “No one knows now what this demon is capable of.”
“Well, they just might,” Yusuke flipped a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the house. “Seeing as they brought him.”
“That might not entirely be the case, Yusuke.” Koenma frowned, the ever-present pacifier twisting to one side of his mouth. “From what my agents say, the energy readings on the Bone-Eater’s Well show that something very powerful was used to open the trans-dimensional portal. As far as we in Spirit World can trace, only Miss Higurashi and the half-demon Inuyasha have ever been seen on this side of the well. None of the others have ever accompanied them.
“But there is more than just the question of how the demon Naraku managed to use the portal to transfer himself and the others through just before it was destroyed in the backlash. There is also the fact that he may have brought most of the Shikon no Tama with him.”
“Okay, that’s twice now you’ve mentioned that particular bauble.” Yusuke growled. “What the hell is it?”
“What it is, Yusuke, is a very powerful artifact. One that, in the wrong hands, could prove---”
“Oh, wait. Let me guess.” Yusuke rolled his eyes.
“Yusuke, you don’t understand the gravity of the situation. The Shikon no Tama---”
“Is some dangerous, all-powerful, destroy-the-world thingamajig that’s gonna prove one huge pain in the ass to retrieve.”
“Well,” Koenma considered, “that’s certainly one way to put it.”