Author: Merrianna and Sam

Story: The Power of the Children: Prologue: 0 of ?

Series: n/a

Characters: Those from Yu Yu Hakusho; of course mine are Reiko and Naomi Fukuyama. Trey, Sachiyo and Leiko are Sam's.

Rating: R

Summary: There is always going to be some who desire to take over the world be it demon or human. But how far would someone go to take over everything. This is a struggle of all three dimension Human, Demon and even Spirit. With children as pons in this elaborate chest game. Setting: The prologue is set three months after the Dark Tournament. The following chapters are set five months later. The Chapter Black is not going to show up.

Spoiler: none given

Category: Supernatural, Adventure, Romance

Note: This part of a story that a friend and I had role-played some. It's helped flesh out the story and characters.

Disclaimer: I have the misfortune of not being able to claim ownership of Yu Yu Hakusho or any of the character's that appear in the anime or manga. That privilege goes to Yoshihiro Togashi, ShonenJump and FUNimation.

Distribution: Please ask first?

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Spirit World: Three months after the Dark Tournament

Prince Koenma was finally able to see over what was left of the paper work that had piled up during his week of vacation and the months that had followed. Though he certainly didn't think watching the Dark Tournament was close to being a relaxing holiday, his father thought otherwise; not only did King Enma order his wayward son to finish the prerequisite paper pushing, but he had a new assignment that he wanted him to work on personally. This meant that he couldn't get any help from the spirit detective or those that had been a part of Team Urameshi.

"George! Where is that blue oaf now?" the pint sized ruler of the underworld complained.

"I'm right here, Lord Koenma," the blue ogre appeared at the toddler's right side.

"Aaugh... What are you trying to do? Give me a heart attack?" With a punch to the servant's head the only son of King Enma settled back into his wingback chair.

"Ite, of course not, sir." With tear filled eyes, the over worked servant rubbed the bruise that formed on his bald spot.

"Serves you right for startling me. Now, if you're done babying that poor excuse of an injury, we have more important business to attend to." Leaping out of his seat, the young prince walked briskly out of his office towards his bedchambers.

"Lord Koenma, what's so important? Where are you going?" The ogre followed behind, barely able to keep up with his employer.

"We, Ogre, are going to the Human World. There is a case that father wants me to take care of, and the only help he's allowed me to have is you," Koenma didn't sound too enthusiastic.

"But, Sir, I thought you enjoyed going out among the humans?" George inquired.

"Normally I wouldn't mind, but this assignment is..." the young-looking ruler of the underworld trailed off as he changed from his normal attire to that of a toddler of earth. It was a casual style of short pants and a polo shirt with tennis shoes. With a sigh, he removed his hat. Looking into the mirror he frowned over his appearance, and with a snap of his fingers the Jr that was tattooed there disappeared. The only thing that didn't change was the pacifier, which he was sucking on vigrously.

George stood staring down on his small charge; though the Prince was over 700 years old, the blue ogre remembered being newly appointed to look after the young prince. This was the first time, other than when the boy had aged himself into a 'cool teenager' that he had ever seen Lord Koenma without his hat or his princely clothes. It brought back memories of the Prince's childhood.

"What are you staring at?" the young lord narrowed his eyes. "Not a word about this to anyone; do you hear? It's hard enough to get any respect from the others, without having them knowing that the only mission my father thinks I'm going to be good at is a child-disappearance one."

Knowing the moment when a change of subject would save his head from another bruise, George spoke up, "So what is my job going to be, Sir? As you know, I don't exactly blend into the landscape."

"You, Ogre, are to become one of the henchmen of the child snatching group. This, of course, is only after I've been stolen from the surrogate family I'll be staying with," he stated as he finished packing. "I don't know if I like the sound of that." The blue demon looked miserable.

"You don't have to like it," snapped Koenma.

"But, Sir, I don't look human, and what about the paper work? Who will do that? Don't you think this is a bit dangerous for you, Sir?"

"That will be taken care of, and what's dangerous about being taken for a black market ring of child kidnappers?" The child-sized prince walked over to the balcony; with a snap of his fingers a cloud formed. He hopped on, looking back he scowled. "What are you waiting for, Ogre? Get my bag. Let's get going."

George stood stunned for a moment before gathering up his master's bag. "Don't we even have time to say goodbye?" The sound of another snap, and a larger cloud appeared under the horned demon.

"No; we don't. Get over it," Koenma grumbled. He would have liked to say goodbye too, but his father's orders were specific: don't let anyone know that you are away from the castle.

As the two clouds zoomed out of sight, King Enma harsh features were drawn in a line of concern for his only son.