Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Don Juan DeMarco of the Demon World ❯ The Challenge ( Chapter 1 )

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The Challenge

 

 

 

The great Lord Koenma sat in his tall leather chair and rubbed at his temples where a familiar pressure was building. He despised his job in moments like these. A tower of papers that demanded his attention sat precariously on the edge of his desk, as if they were begging for someone to create the right breeze to make them topple to the floor. George the ogre stood at the side of his desk, jabbering away about another escaped demon or whatever thing that was tromping around the demon world causing havoc.

 

The toddler sucked his binkie almost compulsively as the sometimes naive blue ogre continued with his morning reports.

 

"....the demons in that sector were apprehended last night, sir, and we have some news about a demon kingpin who has...."

 

Koenma found himself staring dispassionately at his nails. 'I need to wash my hands,' he thought distractedly.

 

The small Lord slowly became aware of a thick silence and he glanced up at the ogre.

 

"What were you saying?" he asked.

 

He was sure that the ogre almost growled as it yelled, "Lord Koenma! How can Spirit World remain under your control if you can't even pay attention to a simple report?! I was telling my cousin just the other day that I played an important part in keeping Spirit World safe with my reports, but...."

 

The toddler's attention span was only so long and he began to notice that there was something stuck between the teeth of the ogre before him. And every time George uttered a syllable, the offending piece of food, as Koenma realized it was, would show itself.

 

'Should I tell him it's there?' thought the young Lord as the ogre rambled on about his distant relations. 'If I don't tell him, he'll just walk around like that all day.'

 

The toddler blinked as he became aware that the ogre had asked him a question.

 

Koenma shook his head lightly and forced himself to sit up straight in his chair, "Say that last part again?"

 

The ogre's eyes narrowed in annoyance and he repeated, "I said, sir, that the demon kingpin I mentioned earlier has requested sanctuary from you."

 

The toddler jumped, "What?! He's asking me for sanctuary?! Why?! Who is he?!"

 

The ogre took on a somewhat more important stance as he said, "The demon's name is Simba. He is a class D demon and has risen to the very inner circle of the highest crime organizations in the Demon World, he's very powerful and in the past has even sent assassins out for you, sir."

 

Koenma bowed his head in deep thought; it was true that this particular demon had been known to assassinate those who got in his way. And the young Lord had been getting very edgy since the last attempt on his life. Of course the demon sent to kill him had been eliminated, but it had been something of a close call.

 

"He requested sanctuary from you early this morning, sending his own servants to deliver the message. He said it was of the utmost importance that you answer his plea right away, he also said that in exchange for his safety, he'd offer up vital information on the crime rings in the Demon World."

 

Koenma's binkie nearly flew from his lips as he heard the last part of the ogre's statement.

 

"What?! On the entire crime ring? We could know all the information our agents have been after for years in just a few minutes!"

 

The ogre nodded, "What shall I do sir?"

 

The Lord jumped from his seat and yelled into the ogre's face, "GO SEND A MESSAGE SAYING THAT I GRANT HIS REQUEST AND BRING HIM HERE THIS INSTANT YOU IDIOT!!!"

 

The ogre jumped in fright and bolted out the door saying, "Yes sir! I'm on it!"

 

He ran out of the large office, not even bothering to shut the door behind him.

 

The Lord gasped as the tall pile of papers teetered to the left ominously. He froze as the stack wavered, then settled back again. Koenma sat down and sighed in relief. The slight breeze caught the papers and sent them cascading to the floor along with the papers he'd already been through.

 

The young Lord groaned and muttered, "Karma."

 

~~~~

 

Hours later, the young Lord was in his much more impressive teenage form and was very richly dressed. He wanted to look like the mighty Lord he was for once in front of this kingpin who had wanted him killed before.

 

Koenma drummed his fingers on the desk for a few moments, waiting for the kingpin to enter. He was nervous at the prospect of meeting someone who had once sent assassins to kill him, and he was very eager to know what had scared the gangster so badly that he felt that only Koenma could protect him.

 

The young Lord jumped slightly as the door opened with a jolt. He quickly grabbed some stray papers and pretended to be very busy.

 

"Um, Lord Koenma? Mr. Simba is here to see you."

 

The young Lord pretended to be very disinterested and he casually flicked his wrist without looking from the upside down paper saying, "Thank you ogre, now leave us."

 

He glanced up and eyed the kingpin dispassionately, hiding his deep interest; he'd never really met a mobster before.

 

The kingpin was seated in a plush chair across from the Lord's desk with his eyes closed and his hands clasped elegantly in his lap like some kind of king or prince. He was dressed in a classic white suit and pant attire with a royal purple buttoned shirt and a lime green tie. His golden-brown hair was bushy and wild around his head, encircling it like a mane. The gangsters' features were soft and fair and Koenma's eyes widened as he noticed that the demon had brought with him a bodyguard. The demon guard was smaller than his charge in all aspects, he was also dressed in a fashionable suit, but it was entirely black.

 

'A baboon demon as a bodyguard?' thought Koenma.

 

The demon did look like a baboon, and he carried with him a very gnarled staff with a pair of some sort of orange fruit hanging from the end of it. The guard wore pitch black sunglasses and Koenma found himself being a bit intimidated by this demon. The kingpin smiled a toothy, predatory smile and opened his flashing yellow eyes.

 

Koenma frowned minutely, 'Ogre conveniently forgot to mention that this man was a lion demon.'

 

The kingpin grinned more widely and Koenma suddenly felt like cornered prey as the larger mans' eyes gleamed.

 

"My dearest Lord Koenma," said the kingpin in a richly deep and cultured voice with something of an African accent. "I would like to introduce to you my most trusted bodyguard, Rifiki. And I humbly thank you for accepting my bid for sanctuary, especially after our previous...mishaps in the far past."

 

The toothy grin flashed again and large feral incisors revealed themselves.

 

Koenma hardened his look and said dryly, "Yes...mishaps as you call them, are in the far past. But, let's not draw on the introductions, Simba, why are you here?"

 

The kingpin lost his arrogant grin and closed his eyes briefly before saying, "I have requested sanctuary from you because I believe that you are the only one with the power to protect me from a horrendously deadly adversary."

 

Koenma fought not to get caught up in the kingpin's rolling voice and tone, it has been said that lion demons used their voice to capture their prey before devouring it whole.

 

"What kind of adversary of yours am I defending you against?" the young Lord said strictly.

 

The kingpin looked for the world like he didn't find much pleasure in the straight-to-the-point manner of the demigod, but he nodded and said, "I have of course made enemies in the past, and in my line of...work, as you might say, it isn't so uncommon that I have. But I crossed another member of my elite foundation and they have become quite, ahem...upset with my actions. So much so that they have hired an assassin, a very famous and dangerous one, much more than any other, I am told."

 

Koenma couldn't help but be captivated by the kingpin's voice and words as he spoke.

 

"Who is this assassin?" the Lord questioned, trying to silently snap himself out of the trance he was falling under.

 

Simba's gaze hardened only fractionally as he said lowly, "The assassin's name is...Ambrosia."

 

Koenma was completely released of the trance as he jumped up in his seat, slamming his fists down to his desk, "What?! You have the Ambrosia flower after you?! How do you expect me to protect you from him?!"

 

The young Lord caught his breath as the kingpin stared at him with wide eyes.

 

"You...you mean to say that your rule...doesn't hold any power over the Ambrosia's actions?" the crime lord paled considerably.

 

Koenma sat down heavily in his chair, "Of course not! We know absolutely nothing about this assassin, except that he never fails to eliminate a target! We don't even know where this guy is right now!!!"

 

The kingpin swallowed thickly and his eyes grew even wider as he pleaded, "You must protect me!"

 

The Lord Koenma sighed deeply as he muttered, "I know that...the only thing I truly know about this assassin is what I've heard from rumors. They say this person is absolutely ruthless, and that he only has one weakness. I'll have to get Yusuke and the others on this one."

 

~~~~

 

A few hours later, and the Kingpin and his silent bodyguard were being led to their richly garnished guest rooms. Koenma began rubbing his temple again, now back in his toddler form with his binkie stuck in his mouth as he thought furiously.

 

Finally, Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, and Hiei were led into the office.

 

The child God stared at them for a full minute, collecting his thoughts and wondering how they would take the information.

 

Kurama broke the silence saying, "Koenma, why exactly are we here, I believe we would all like to know?"

 

Yusuke nodded, "Yeah, Botan didn't exactly tell us much."

 

Kuwabara flexed his chest and said brashly, "Ha, it's probably just some weak demon you want us to take care of, right Koenma?"

 

The young demigod looked at the gang almost remorsefully as he sighed, "No, and I wish that it were."

 

Yusuke raised an eyebrow at the tone the Lord used and said, "What is it?"

 

Koenma returned to rubbing his temple as he replied, "This morning the kingpin Simba contacted me requesting sanctuary. He has been targeted by an assassin that goes by the alias the Ambrosia flower."

 

There was a stifling silence in the room as Kuwabara and Yusuke traded glances and stared at the openly shocked faces of both Hiei and Kurama.

 

"He's a dead man," said Hiei lowly.

 

Kurama nodded in agreement, "I'm afraid Hiei is right. The reputation of the Ambrosia flower has spread throughout the entire Demon and Apparition worlds, none escape him once he has them set as his target. I fail to see why you called us here."

 

Koenma looked much aggrieved at what he was about to ask these people to do for him.

 

"Wait a minute, who the hell is Ambrosia?" asked Yusuke brashly.

 

"Yeah, and why are you guys so afraid of him? He sounds like a wuss with a sissy name like 'Ambrosia Flower'," said Kuwabara.

 

The young Lord eyed the two humans.

 

He sighed heavily before answering, "The Ambrosia flower is rumored to be the deadliest assassin of all time, no one has seen his face and has lived to tell about it. He is something of a legend among demons; apparently he has lived for many thousands of years, building his reputation from the bodies of his targets. He's utterly ruthless and a born killer. He can get passed any defense to reach his target, and once he has been hired for a hit, he remains unstoppable."

 

Yusuke and Kuwabara swallowed thickly.

 

"So what exactly do you want us to do?" asked Kurama lightly.

 

Koenma turned his gaze to the fox and the mixed breed demon at his side and then closed his eyes as he said, "I want you to stop him."

 

The quick slam of a door made the small Lord jolt from his chair and open his eyes to see that both Hiei and Kurama were walking out of his office at a quick pace.

 

"You've already damned yourself by getting involved with this target, and we won't be dragged down with you," snapped the smaller demon as he made his way down the long hall with the redhead following suit.

 

Koenma sighed and groaned, he'd expected as much from the two demons, since they knew of Ambrosia's track record.

 

Kuwabara and Yusuke traded nervous glances.

 

"Uh, maybe we should go after them," suggested Kuwabara.

 

"Yeah, don't wait up for us, it might take us a while to get them and all, ya know?" said Yusuke.

 

The two immediately turned and walked briskly out of the office. Koenma let them go, being too tired and ragged from the news to fight them.

 

'Hiei is right, I shouldn't have gotten in Ambrosia's way, now I'll become his target as well since I'm protecting Simba,' the young Lord thought in a depressed manner.

 

"I'm doomed," the toddler groaned.

 

'It's rumored in the demon underground, that Ambrosia has one weakness and one weakness only,' the Lord remembered.

 

He groaned again, "If only we could find out what that weakness was...."

 

~~~~

 

In a completely different world in the East Makai, a young and noble creature was rising from a deep sleep brought on by a very long and rigorous night.

 

She woke up groggily and in layers, her first sensation being heat as four other bodies clung to her own then came the feeling of the silk sheets underneath her. Her lips smacked as she snuggled down deeper into the large bed, trying to fall to sleep again.

 

Jen wrapped her slender arm more firmly around the bare stomach of the one trying to sleep and the latter opened her eyes again to see Jen cuddling closer to her. A small grin worked its way across her lips as she watched the sleeping woman smile and whisper her name lowly. She chuckled and her wolf-like ears flicked on the top of her head.

 

Jen's naked body gleamed in the morning sunlight as it flecked over her lightly tanned skin. The grin only broadened as she saw that Meredith laid herself on the other side of Jen, reaching her hand across the sleeping woman to place her hand on the wolf demon's bare skin. While Jen lay in the crook of her right arm, Taylor was laid in the demon's left with Jane on the other side of her.

 

The cocky grin suddenly left the demon's lips as she wondered how in the world she was going to get away from these four beautifully naked women before they woke up. She carefully slid her arms from under Jen's and Taylor's head, paying close attention to not wake them. When she had succeeded from disentangling herself from them, they shivered and moaned from the loss of warmth before moving closer together and falling into an even deeper sleep.

 

The same cocky grin flashed across the wolf's lips as she watched the women.

 

“Simply lovely,” she muttered.

 

She quickly put on her pants, looking around her room for her shirt. She found it and shrugged it over her bare chest before walking toward the door and grabbing the handle, preparing to leave the girls to wake up on their own and leave. She didn't exactly like confrontation.

 

A simple clicking of a gun being cocked stopped her dead in her tracks.

 

She cleared her throat and turned a broad smile at Jane as she stood now in front of her with a gun aimed at the wolf's forehead.

 

“Jane love, you're awake! I didn't notice…” said the Logan in a falsely surprised manner as she swished her bushy and black tail behind her.

 

Jane's deeply brown hair fell into her equally brown eyes as she smirked and said, “Going somewhere in a rush now are we?”

 

The wolf blinked her widening black eyes tinted with specks of silver at Jane and casually flicked her thick and darkly blue hair out of her (rather charming) face.

 

“Why yes Jane, I was going to get you lovely women something to eat, I was thinking donuts.”

 

The cocky smirk returned over the wolf's mouth as Jane raised an eyebrow saying, “Think you deserve a treat after last night do you?”

 

The wolf grinned mischievously and said, “I deserve a damned parade after last night….”

 

Jane couldn't keep the smile from her own lips as she looked on at the enticing demon, she chuckled lowly and then realized that she had been staring into the wolf's eyes for a bit longer than she should have.

 

“Damn it! Necona, how in the seven hells do you always make me feel so…girly?” she snapped as she turned her blushing face from the wolf's own. The taller Logan's eyes lingered over her as the flush spread to her bare chest.

 

Jane still hadn't lowered her gun, and the demon knew well enough not to piss off the mortal while she was armed.

 

The wolf smiled warmly, still leaving that cocky flare in the depths of her eyes as she suddenly darted her clawed hand out, grabbing the younger girl's wrist that held the gun and pulling the woman to her chest. Jane was caught by surprise as she fell with her back against the demon.

 

She let out a small noise of annoyance and glared at the wolf, “Don't do that again.”

 

The Logan chuckled lowly and lightly drew her incisors over the delicate skin on Jane's bare neck and shoulders.

 

The human's reaction to such stimulation was a shiver and a low moan. The wolf's tail flicked in response to the feeling of the thick lust as it grew on the smaller female's skin. A feral growl also managed to escape the demon's lips at the sound of the young woman and she gripped her tightly against her chest.

 

“See?” the demon whispered into the girl's hair, “I told you I deserved a damned parade….”

 

Not two seconds had passed before the wolf found herself laying flat on the carpeted ground wondering why the hell she had felt the need to tempt Jane's temper with her last words.

 

The smaller female seated herself in a huff on the loveseat against the wall and said, “Shut up and get me some damn donuts.”

 

The wolf couldn't help but grin up at her from the floor before leaping nimbly to her feet.

 

She bowed deeply and said, “Yes, my beautiful Mistress.”

 

The tall and noble looking Logan made her way quickly out of the room, down the halls of the motel/club and out into the first floor. There was a large area that the club took up and in the far corner, taking up much of the wall, was a long and gorgeous looking bar.

 

The wolf smiled as she spied an old man wiping down the counters.

 

Her eyes flashed and her smile beamed as she walked up to him, taking a seat on one of the stools in front of the bar.

 

“How's it Pops?” she asked cheerily.

 

The part dog demon grinned at her with a knowing look in his deeply violet eyes and said in a wondrously whimsical and low voice, “I've not been as busy as you, Artemis.”

 

The Logan smiled rather wolfishly and then placed an innocent look on her face, “Whatever do you mean?”

 

The old demon chuckled and said, “I saw you with four women following you to your room.”

 

She grinned cockily, “Yes, well Pops, what can I say? Women are my only weakness.”

 

“May I ask what the number up to?”

 

The wolf smirked and threw her hands behind her head while lifting her booted feet up on a neighboring stool, “Oh, I think it's…yes, 1,999. That's the number of women Domnu.”

 

A slow frown marred her delicately pristine features as she continued in a more serious tone.

 

“I need to start looking for number 2,000, Domnu. And she needs to be special…she needs to be different from the others.”

 

The old man's smile lay in his pretty violet eyes as he shook his head. His perfectly pointed ears stuck out from his thin, slicked back, black hair. And the darkness of his swept back hair held in a ponytail, although professional, only made the paleness of his slightly wrinkled skin that much more evident.

 

As the wolf returned her attention back to him, he reached under the bar to one of the cabinets and took something out.

 

“I would suspect that a person such as you should mind other things before her passion,” he said as he handed her a newspaper.

 

She smiled at him, “That depends on which of my passions you'd be referring to, Domnu.”

 

The old inu smiled in a benign manner as he nodded once toward the folded paper.

 

She raised an elegant eyebrow before starting to read out loud, “Alright old timer, let's see what you're so worked up about. `Reward For Assassins' Head'.”

 

The Logan shrugged, seemingly very dispassionate as she continued, “`The Lord Koenma has earlier this morning taken in the Kingpin of sector 15 in the demon realm. The sanctuary was requested by the Kingpin himself once he found that the legendary assassin the Ambrosia Flower had been hired to kill him by an unknown person(s). In retaliation of the mark on the Kingpin's head, Lord Koenma has put a reward out for the named assassin, dead or alive, preferably alive. Rumors of the Ambrosia Flower planning to attack the Lord himself have yet to be confirmed….' ”

 

She quirked an eyebrow and flipped the paper over to the continuing page, skimming the rest of the article.

 

She snorted when she finished and said, “It doesn't even say what the reward is if someone catches this guy.”

 

Domnu smiled, “Yes, I knew you'd say that.”

 

The Logan cocked her head in a very wolf-like fashion, “Why'd you want me to see this Pops?”

 

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and said in a dismissive tone, “Oh, I just thought you'd be interested.”

 

She nodded and turned, jumping off the stool and making her way out of the club's entrance.

 

“Thanks for the heads up, Pops!” she yelled over her shoulder.

 

“I don't know what you're talking about!” he called back.

 

She smiled briefly and went outside, feeling the cool morning air brush her skin. With a careful and playful shake of her hair, the twin black wolf ears popped up more defined as they sat pristinely on the top of her head. She smacked her lips in a distracted manner and flicked her lusciously black tail that sprouted itself from a strategically placed hole in her pants.

 

She reached her arms high above her head as she let out a roar of a yawn, showing off her deathly sharp incisors.

 

`So, the mighty Lord Koenma wants to start a war with me, does he?' thought the wolf. `Hn, I'll bring the fight to him...but first...donuts.'

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Author's note: Logan is another word for wolf.