A Yu Yu Hakusho and Weiss Kreuz Cross-Over

"Jorju, if this doesn't come close to..." he stopped when Jorju stumbled his way to Koenma's viewing screen and stuck a tape in the player. "Someone luckily got this on tape, Koenma-sama," he explained, still huffing from his early leg exercise. Koenma rested his head in one small hand, while his other hand tapped on the table impatiently. Botan appeared on the screen running from the ramen house. Koenma sighed, "That, Botan! Probably came in later than her curfew again last night. I'm going to have..." he paused at the next scene that unfolded before him. The lighting on the street was too poor for him to discern the features of the man she bumped into. Botan turned angrily to where the man was heading, her face fully exposed on the screen. Koenma saw before his eyes how anger flared up on her purple eyes... and how they lost life in the next second. The ferrygirl's body fell and in its place another stranger came to view. Well-guarded orchid eyes followed Botan's body fall in a lifeless slump on the concrete. His face expressionless as he watched blood spew from her side.

"What the..." the surprise in Koenma's voice was cut short by the next scene giving way to the Reikai prince's confusion. "Where's he taking her?" he asked. "To the hospital, I believe. It seems that the ningen has mistaken Botan for the man who bumped into her earlier," Jorju explained. Koenma's grip on the stamp tightened then relaxed. "The Rei Kai Tantei..." Koenma began. Jorju nodded, "they're already on their way. Should I prepare for your transportation to Ningenkai?" he asked. Koenma sat back on his high chair and paused thoughtfully. "No," he answered quietly. Jorju blinked, "No?" Koenma nodded, "If Yuusuke and the others are already on thier way, then there's no need for me to be there, ne?" then he added, "besides, there's too much work to be done in so little time." Jorju blinked again, "H-hai. Whatever you say Koenma-sama." Jorju bowed and started to retreat towards the door. "Ne Jorju," Koenma called out. "Yes, Koenma-sama?" he answered. "Try to get a hold of the ningen's identity and see if you can also include some basic information." Jorju bowed again, "Hai, Koenma-sama."

A slight breeze past through the opened window, letting the white curtains billow in softly. Kurama knew Yuusuke and Kuwabara have been stealing wayward glances at him. They too are wondering where this utter concern for Botan came from. He stood up in exasperation, he himself didn't know the answer to their question. Just so he wouldn't have to be put under their scrutinizing gazes, he said, "I'm gonna look for the attending doctor and see what really happened."

He walked out of the room, not allowing any of them to utter a word. Hands shoved in his pocket, he strode leisurely along the hospital corridors. He hated the smell of hospitals. It reminded him of those sleepless nights when he almost lost his mother. To him it was the smell of death, of weakness. "Ohayou," he heard one of the nurses greet him. He smiled and tipped his head in response, eliciting an unnecessary rush of blood in the girl's cheeks. He watched her turn to enter one of the rooms as an idea lurked in his mind. He went to the reception desk where everybody went on busily attending to newly arrived patients.

"Konbanwa," he greeted a nurse as soon as the patient she was talking to left. She smiled back and greeted him in kind. Already, Kurama knew she was throwing him flirtatious advances. Oh, brother! he thought. "My friend checked in here last night. Perhaps you could tell me who took her here," he started. She asked for Botan's room number, "3347" he answered. The nurse typed something in the keyboard, keeping an eye at him. "Room 3347," she read from the screen, "stab at the left abdomen, mild bruises... hmm, that's strange." the nurse looked up at Kurama. "I could have sworn I typed in a name here," she just shook her head. Kurama's eyes narrowed. Stabbed? Bruises? hundreds of scenes conjured on his head on how it happened stimulating guilt, anger and suspicion. "Fujimiya Yuri," the nurse read. "Excuse me?" Kurama asked, his attention caught by the unfamiliar name. The nurse blinked in confusion, "pretty girl with blue hair, right?" Kurama nodded curtly. "Well, if I remember right, she was carried in by this red-haired guy. She was bleeding all over his coat and... sir?" the nurse asked when she noticed he was looking rather distractedly on the computer screen. Kurama smiled, "Arigatou-gozaimasu," he said before bowing slightly then walking away. Yuri. Lilies. he thought pensively. The two words haunted him still, stopping only as he saw Botan lying peacefully on the hospital bed.

"A girl," he sat beside Ken and crossed his legs. "and a very pretty one at that," he added snidely. He glanced over at Aya who seemed disinterested with his comments. "Very pretty," Youji repeated. They heard Omi turn off the computer to join them in the couch, sitting beside Aya. "That disk has a memory space so big it's actually inconceivable. Enough to store all Weiss operations, informations, data... basically everything that can get us dead within the next 24 hours," he explained. But both Youji and Ken were disinterested and kept thier gazes fixed on Aya's cool and uncaring, cross-armed facade.

"A girl Youji-kun?" Ken repeated, a smile spread wide across his face. "You brought her to the hospital, ne? Hey, you got her phone number? See I need a date this weekend..." Aya's purple eyes shot him a warning look, but said nothing. "You wouldn't have gotten any," Omi piped in. Three pairs of questioning eyes focused on the young boy. "You wouldn't have gotten any name, address, job, prints, birth records... facts missing for someone, well, who doesn't exist in the first place," he explained. Ken's eyebrows knitted in confusion, "wait... if she doesn't exist... hey, she could be an assasin too!" he deduced. "No," Aya's voice came quick, low and sure. Youji peered at him over his sunglasses, "since when have you been good at public relations... particularly with women?" he asked. "Aya's right," Omi interjected. Youji raised an eyebrow to which Omi explained, "She's not. All groups such as ours... the Weiss files don't hvae anything on her. I also managed to trace down where she came from that night, uh... Yukimura ramen house, got some ID on the people inside, matched it with the people who came in the hospital..." it was Ken's turn to cut him off, "Whoa! You mean you're that good? I knew you were okay with these computers and stuff but I didn't know you were this good," he exclaimed. "And how did you get all this information, Omi?" Youji asked, his smile reminiscent of the Cheshire cat. Omi glanced sideways at the pensive Aya but said nothing. Youji nodded in understanding, "I see. Well, Aya..." he said already getting up, carrying his mug with him. "You should've told me earlier about this. I mean, you almost had me walk up to that girl and sweep her off her feet with my irresistable charms. When all the while..." he shook his head. Ken saw Aya's hands tighten his grip on his elbows, his eyes casting sharp, irritated glances at Youji's figure as he walked away. "Ne, Aya... I don't mean to sound..." Ken started, extremely curious at their cynical friend's sudden change of character. "None of your business. Let's get to the shop, we're opening in an hour," he said briskly, getting up from the couch. Leaving both Ken and Omi staring after him in confusion.

Aya went about in his usual rounds in the flowere shop, ignoring to pick up from any attempts of conversation. The usual horde of girls started to stream in the Koneko no Sumu le, grouping themselves to which florists they came there to watch. The old woman listened on with a smile on her lips, smoothing the fur of the cat on her lap. Everything went on as close to a normal day possible. Except for the unfamiliar turns Aya's thoughts were heading. He can't get his mind off last night's events. The girl... not the way Youji's dirty mind thinks. When he saw his gloved hand covered with her blood, visions flashed rapidly before his eyes. A mother, brother, sister, friends... a lover. He suddenly grew a conscience and felt responsible. Had it not happened to him, he would have smirked at the idea of conscience. He was an assasin. He gets paid tons of money to kill people. A conscience is the last thing he needed. But the girl, she can't be compared to those he had killed. When Ken suggested she might be a mercenary as well, he automatically disagreed. Hers wasn't the face of one who kills. Hers had... infinite peace, a solemn sense of happiness. At least that's what he saw as life was drained from her. He stayed on for awhile, listening to the hushed sound of voices in her room in the hospital. He felt something tug at him then. Something he hasn't felt for quite sometime. He felt happy at what he did. Years of pondering for revenge, harboring hatred, deaths... he felt like smiling again at having done something good. But his cynical self wouldn't allow it, and no sooner had the emotion settled, annoyance soon settled over. He didn't like different. The last thing he needed was a distraction from his cause... Aya-chan. He felt guilt wash over him. He's not supposed to be happy with his sister lying in a death-like sleep. He can't be happy. He won't allow it. He felt pressure on his left shoulder and found it was Ken. "I didn't remember gardenias being able to swim," he commented. Aya looked to where Ken was gesturing to and saw mud escaping the lips of the pot, dripping to the floor. The girls who've come to watch him water the plants everyday giggled. Aya calmly walked to where the mop was and returned with it. Ken was still there. "Maybe you should bring her flowers," he suggested. Aya paused from mopping the puddle then went on. Ken walked away.