I am the soul of Urameshi Yuusuke made flesh.

Everyone knows this, has known it since the day I first hatched...

What they do not know is that that soul is only part of what I am.  The part currently nominally in control, yes, but a very small part of my whole being.  But the rest of myself has been dormant for so long, I sometimes wonder if it will ever truly wake…

I hope that it does not.

I fear that it will.

I have sensed it stirring so rarely throughout my life - yet in these past few years it has begun to move, increasingly restless…

The last time I felt it like this was just before Keiko-chan died.  Well, committed suicide, really.  At least, that was how it appeared.  I know better.

I wish I could have told Yuusuke-me at the time that she had been pushed to do it - but I was not permitted to do so, prohibited by the darker soul that wraps around his within me.  All I could do was project my distress… and that was of no help to him, no help at all…  Perhaps I was foolish to even try.  For why would that dark shadow permit me to tell Yuusuke-me of what it had done to his beloved Keiko-chan?

It hurt him, Keikos’ death, following so soon behind Hiei’s, Kuwabara’s, Yukina’s… and his mother’s…  That was probably the worst, for after Keiko-chan’s apparent suicide he believed that she had indeed murdered his mother…  I tried to convince him otherwise, but by then he had become bitter indeed… for which I blame Botan.

Within her I sense the same kind of malicious spirit as dwells within me.  A kindred spirit.  Only she has no other kinder soul to temper its malignancy…  And she has used this to twist Yuusuke-me to her will.

He has become the most powerful youkai in the Makai - and he uses that power.  But she influences its direction.  Soon she will have complete control over it, over him.

And I can do nothing but watch.

At this very moment they are making their move - the move that will either make them a force never before seen in any of the worlds or destroy them utterly.

They believe that they can win.  They believe that they can actually conquer Reikai together, overcoming the new Enma who has so recently replaced his father as Lord of the Dead.  For an instant I believe, too.

But the moment passes swiftly, and I feel an indignation arise within me; an indignation at the thought that a puny mortal being and a former Reikai Guide who has long since abandoned her post dare to think to battle Enma in his own home!

It does not bother me that I would not have felt this way bare minutes ago.  Nothing bothers me now, save the presence of the two who I have observed for so long together…

I scream my rage to the world as waves of ki wash over me, transforming me…

From within me, from the dark-me that is now truly me, a voice arises to condemn them both.

:I warned you not to play beyond your ability!:  The voice echoes through me to Yuusuke-me and his companion.  :It has been an interesting way to pass the time, but now you will pay for your foolishness.  This game is mine, as it always has been - and always will be!:

There is nothing they can do to resist.  I have them both in my grasp, drawing them in close enough for the dark-me to work his will upon them.

And upon me.

I feel the annihilation of  Botan and Yuusuke-me.  He will not risk them escaping from the holding cells.  But he has no choice with me. As much as I can feel his desire to obliterate the part of me that is Yuusuke’s soul, he does not dare.

He does not dare risk harm to his own immortal soul.

So I am placed in the Reikai holding cells for what will most likely be eternity.  My only crime -

Being the soul of that which was Koenma.

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