Authors: Sam & Merrianna

Story: Little Fighter: 1 of ?

Series: n/a

Rating: PG-13; violence

Summary: Koenma has broken the laws of Spirit World...

Category: Supernatural, Angst

Setting: Spirit World and Earth

Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho is a trademark of Yoshihiro Togashi, Shueisha, Fuji TV, Studio Perriot, Media Blasters, and Central Park Media. I am in no way connected with these people, and I do not claim ownership to these characters, lands, or names. I have borrowed them to share a story... and most likely not a story Yoshihiro Togashi would have written, had he had the time or no. I am making no money from this, and it is just for my entertainment, and that of free entertainment to a select group of friends. Thank You.

Distribution: Please ask first?

Song Note: This story was unspired by the song Little Fighter by White Lion. I have the lyrics available if requested.

Feedback: Yes, please? Especially constructive. samwise_baggins@yahoo.co.uk

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Lord Koenma frowned at the large video screen in his office. He was busily sucking on his pacifier, his knuckles white as he clutched the edge of his desk. If someone chose, he could have removed the chair the prince stood on and probably not even caused a flicker in the god’s wide brown eyes: Lord Koenma was too absorbed in what he watched. No one, however, was willing to disturb the administrator of the Spirit World.

Worried, the toddler-sized ruler moaned as the video progressed before him. He shook his head, wondering just how this had come about. A shudder wracked his small frame as he sucked harder on the pacifier. It was hard to watch such things, but the prince found it equally hard to pull his attention away. Soon, he would have to act... but the chain reaction his actions would cause could affect countless lives, all for the sake of one human.

Panting, the sixteen-year-old landed in a crouching position. He slammed one battered fist on the concrete and snapped his head up, glaring at his opponent. With a primal growl, Yusuke Uremeshi launched himself towards the large beast, hands outstretched, legs spread as counter-balance. Practically at the last moment, he balled one fist and swung it hard, connecting with flesh and bone. A satisfied grunt escaped the teen as he curled into a ball, his body also slamming into the beast he so desperately fought. The resulting larger connection threw Yusuke to the ground with bone-breaking force.

Not even a groan escaped the bruised and bleeding teenager. He merely rolled to his hands and knees, a wide grin splitting his swollen lips. Anticipating the coming blow from his opponent’s huge fist, Yusuke pushed off, muscles straining, and hurtled backwards through the air. The beast howled, voice echoing a thunder of rage at his seemingly minute prey, but even the size and sheer will of the creature didn’t deter the Spirit Detective.

His grin widened.

Yusuke brought his left hand up to brace his right wrist. The move was as familiar as breath itself to the young fighter. His eyes seemed to glow ever slightly as the tip of his right index finger started its own eerie glow. Channeling his vast spiritual energy, Yusuke prepared for a killing blow, little realizing how easily this battle could and would turn on him.

A gasp echoed around the office as Lord Koenma’s eyes widened in equal reaction. At least five ogres of varying size and color stood around him, holding the articles of administrative work, though all work had been forgotten at the start of the video. The largest ogre, with a dashing horn set in the middle of his forehead, groaned in unison with his master. Another gasp echoed as most of the ogres winced. Simultaneously, the paper’s slid from the Blue Ogre’s hands as the pacifier dropped from the prince’s mouth.

"No!" it was barely a whisper though filled with anguish none-the-less. The ruler slowly let himself slide into his over-sized chair, eyes still riveted to the scene, seeming to not register the fact that the fight was over. But he saw, he knew, and this meant something far more than the end of another employee for the young ruler. It meant the end of a close friend.

The blue ogre whirled, eyes filling with tears, which quickly over-flowed down his face. "Sir! We... we can’t... that..."

Koenma slowly lifted pain-filled eyes, his near-blank stare scaring his faithful servant more than the sight of the Spirit Detective’s last battle. "Oh, Sir!" He sobbed, sniffling to try to bring his tears under control, moving to be closer to his master. He didn’t’ dare touch the young god, but he didn’t dare leave him to work this out on his own, either. "Lord Koenma, sir..." He gulped, then turned and hissed at the other Ogres, "get out! Leave his highness alone!'

They didn’t argue with the other servant, high-tailing it out, paperwork and all.

Turning back to the toddler-sized god behind the desk, the blue ogre hesitantly touched his small shoulder. "Sir... you could always... uh... try..."

With a small sob, Lord Koenma turned his face up to his servant once more. He blinked watering brown eyes once before turning them back onto the vertically-flipping screen. 'No, Blue Ogre... what you suggest would break all of the rules of Spirit World. I,,, I cannot possibly..." But his tiny hand reached for the hidden drawer in his desk. Even as he verbally denied the validity of the idea, he flipped the latch and let the drawer slide open. Almost unaware, the child-like rule put his hand in the drawer and pulled out a black seal, his hand shaking as he moved it towards the paper in front of him.

With a final shudder, Koenma pulled his eyes from the screen and stared at the single paper in front of him. He didn’t look up as Blue Ogre gasped upon recognizing that most private, and forbidden, seal. Instead, grinding his teeth, the boy stood on his chair and slammed the seal decisively down on the page.

The sound seemed to echo across the Spirit World and into the eons.