Shisou Koenma:Dreaming of Death

by Take

Long blue hair drawn back from a face with large, expressive rose-colored eyes. Eyes that sparkle with life or snap with temper, mirrors of all that she is. I could drown in those eyes, drown gladly, if she'd let me.

For centuries I watched as she grew from a shy, insecure junior ferrygirl into a confident woman, loved by her peers and colleagues.and one other. To her, I'm merely her boss, a little bit anal, a little bit quirky - not more, not less. Botan would certainly be surprised if she knew.

Her beautiful face holds a stubborn, determined expression at the moment; I've just given her an assignment, one that, should she fail, could cost the Ningenkai. The Reikai has fallen, and I must stay here. Our future rests on her slim shoulders now. Everything depends on her getting this Orb to Yuusuke and protecting it. I wish I could have told her.

I press the Orb into her hands, overriding her protests; I'd only slow her down. She takes off on her oar, looking back one last time.

"Go, Botan!" I shout, before a wave carries me away. Vaguely, I can hear her screaming my name as the darkness engulfs me.

Ganbatte, Botan.ai shiteru.

~Owari~