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Ballerina Botan

Disclaimer: I do not own YYH or any of its characters being that they all belong to Yoshihiro Togashi.

Chapter 3: Determination

October, 1993

Two months after Koenma asked her to get involved with that “special” case, which turned out to be Yusuke Urameshi, Botan was now back on her regular schedule, kind of. At least she was now able to return to her dance lessons, practices, and recitals. This last couple of months since Yusuke Urameshi went through his life ordeal and became the next spirit detective, Botan felt she was lucky to even find time for her dancing.

Not that it affected her ability to dance at all. Oh no, she was still just as good as she ever was. She got to do her dance duet with Ayame for the Spirit World Opera House which both grim reaper women received praise over it.

But, not everything at the palace was well. King Yama was angry once again at his son’s refusal to sing. Throughout their dance both Botan and Ayame could feel the tension between Koenma and his father. They were even heard arguing in the king’s balcony off and on throughout the whole opera.

It was dance rehearsal night once again. As Botan passed by the king’s throne room, she could hear the muffled cries of her boss. Thinking that he was being punished with spankings again, Botan just stood next to the door and sighed. But, she then heard something else. Usually when Koenma got spanked by his father, he would be just crying but instead, she heard him say, “The only reason you want me to get onstage and sing is because my voice reminds you of Mother. Why can’t you just leave me be?”

Blinking her pink eyes, Botan listened intently. This was something interesting. She never heard Koenma argue with his father before. She knew that this was going to end badly. Suddenly her whole body began to shake hearing the king’s booming voice in reply, “Don’t you take that tone with me. This little act you’ve had going on for the last 500 years is just that, an act. Why can’t you do as you’re told? I don’t think I need to tell you how your mother would react if she was still here!”

Still listening, Botan just heard Koenma let out a small whine. Hearing footsteps rushing to the two double doors, Botan quickly walked away from it and tried to look like she was just currently passing by when the doors opened.

The small prince looked like he was on the verge of bursting into tears when he turned his attention to Botan who was a couple of paces ahead of him. Koenma swallowed back his emotions, or he at least tried to and spoke breaking the awkward silence between them, “You heard that?”

Awkwardly staring at her boss and seeing how miserable he looked, Botan realized she couldn’t lie to him. She looked down at her ballet slipper covered feet and back at the toddler looking prince, nodding, “Yes, I heard some of it. Koenma sir, what happened?”

Koenma shut his large brown eyes and took a deep breath, clenching his small hands into fists at his side. Finding his voice, he answered, “It’s nothing. Dad’s....a little cranky.”

Botan rolled her eyes, she knew it was just a lame excuse to cover up King Yama’s anger. She and everyone else who had worked for Koenma knew that there was a lot more to this than one can see beyond close doors.

Anyone with a working set of eyes and ears knew that the old king hated and resented Koenma and often blamed the prince for the death of the Late Queen Sakura. They all kept tight lipped about it because they were all warned by Jorge and his mother Carlotta that if they were to say a single word about it to Koenma, the young prince wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Just wanting to go back to his office and finish off his backlog so his father wouldn’t call him back into his office and focus more of his anger on him, nor did he want Botan to see him cry, Koenma began to slowly walk back to his office. Botan sighed and broke the silence between them, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it some more?”

Koenma shook his head, “No thank you Botan. I’ll be alright. Thank you for your concern.”

Hours later, Botan danced alone in the palace dance hall rehearsing her new dance. The door slowly opened and in walked Koenma. The toddler looking prince was outright exhausted from finishing his heavy workload and he wanted nothing more than to just relax.

Silently taking a seat on the sidelines, he watched Botan’s graceful movements as she danced, her movements keeping in time to her music on her boom box. Secretly, Koenma loved to watch Botan dance. At this point in time, she was his latest secret crush though he knew that deep down; things would never happen between them.

The little prince knew that Botan didn’t feel that way about him all but, just offered her hand in friendship like Kotennyo, Genkai and Kuroko Sanada before her. What Koenma didn’t know was, Botan knew of his crush. She found it flattering but, she figured that he would eventually get over it and move on to someone else.

Just like Kotennyo, Genkai, and Kuroko, she cared a great deal about him. Detecting his aura, Botan knew he was watching her. She smiled happy to know that he found enjoyment in something than just sticking his tiny button nose in a book whenever he wasn’t buried in his work with reading and signing files that needed his approval and stamping stacks upon stacks of paperwork.

When the current piano instrumental ended, Botan stopped dancing ending on a lovely pose. Koenma brought his small hands together and clapped his hands. Botan shifted her attention to him. She smiled seeing his happy face.

Thinking to herself, Botan thought, “One of these days, I will hear him sing. Even if he has to be forced to do it or buck up and finally be brave enough to do it again. It’s only fair since he has seen me dance.”

~To Be Continued

Description

Ballerina Botan

Disclaimer: I do not own YYH or any of its characters being that they all belong to Yoshihiro Togashi.

Chapter 3: Determination

October, 1993

Two months after Koenma asked her to get involved with that “special” case, which turned out to be Yusuke Urameshi, Botan was now back on her regular schedule, kind of. At least she was now able to return to her dance lessons, practices, and recitals. This last couple of months since Yusuke Urameshi went through his life ordeal and became the next spirit detective, Botan felt she was lucky to even find time for her dancing.

Not that it affected her ability to dance at all. Oh no, she was still just as good as she ever was. She got to do her dance duet with Ayame for the Spirit World Opera House which both grim reaper women received praise over it.

But, not everything at the palace was well. King Yama was angry once again at his son’s refusal to sing. Throughout their dance both Botan and Ayame could feel the tension between Koenma and his father. They were even heard arguing in the king’s balcony off and on throughout the whole opera.

It was dance rehearsal night once again. As Botan passed by the king’s throne room, she could hear the muffled cries of her boss. Thinking that he was being punished with spankings again, Botan just stood next to the door and sighed. But, she then heard something else. Usually when Koenma got spanked by his father, he would be just crying but instead, she heard him say, “The only reason you want me to get onstage and sing is because my voice reminds you of Mother. Why can’t you just leave me be?”

Blinking her pink eyes, Botan listened intently. This was something interesting. She never heard Koenma argue with his father before. She knew that this was going to end badly. Suddenly her whole body began to shake hearing the king’s booming voice in reply, “Don’t you take that tone with me. This little act you’ve had going on for the last 500 years is just that, an act. Why can’t you do as you’re told? I don’t think I need to tell you how your mother would react if she was still here!”

Still listening, Botan just heard Koenma let out a small whine. Hearing footsteps rushing to the two double doors, Botan quickly walked away from it and tried to look like she was just currently passing by when the doors opened.

The small prince looked like he was on the verge of bursting into tears when he turned his attention to Botan who was a couple of paces ahead of him. Koenma swallowed back his emotions, or he at least tried to and spoke breaking the awkward silence between them, “You heard that?”

Awkwardly staring at her boss and seeing how miserable he looked, Botan realized she couldn’t lie to him. She looked down at her ballet slipper covered feet and back at the toddler looking prince, nodding, “Yes, I heard some of it. Koenma sir, what happened?”

Koenma shut his large brown eyes and took a deep breath, clenching his small hands into fists at his side. Finding his voice, he answered, “It’s nothing. Dad’s....a little cranky.”

Botan rolled her eyes, she knew it was just a lame excuse to cover up King Yama’s anger. She and everyone else who had worked for Koenma knew that there was a lot more to this than one can see beyond close doors.

Anyone with a working set of eyes and ears knew that the old king hated and resented Koenma and often blamed the prince for the death of the Late Queen Sakura. They all kept tight lipped about it because they were all warned by Jorge and his mother Carlotta that if they were to say a single word about it to Koenma, the young prince wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Just wanting to go back to his office and finish off his backlog so his father wouldn’t call him back into his office and focus more of his anger on him, nor did he want Botan to see him cry, Koenma began to slowly walk back to his office. Botan sighed and broke the silence between them, “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it some more?”

Koenma shook his head, “No thank you Botan. I’ll be alright. Thank you for your concern.”

Hours later, Botan danced alone in the palace dance hall rehearsing her new dance. The door slowly opened and in walked Koenma. The toddler looking prince was outright exhausted from finishing his heavy workload and he wanted nothing more than to just relax.

Silently taking a seat on the sidelines, he watched Botan’s graceful movements as she danced, her movements keeping in time to her music on her boom box. Secretly, Koenma loved to watch Botan dance. At this point in time, she was his latest secret crush though he knew that deep down; things would never happen between them.

The little prince knew that Botan didn’t feel that way about him all but, just offered her hand in friendship like Kotennyo, Genkai and Kuroko Sanada before her. What Koenma didn’t know was, Botan knew of his crush. She found it flattering but, she figured that he would eventually get over it and move on to someone else.

Just like Kotennyo, Genkai, and Kuroko, she cared a great deal about him. Detecting his aura, Botan knew he was watching her. She smiled happy to know that he found enjoyment in something than just sticking his tiny button nose in a book whenever he wasn’t buried in his work with reading and signing files that needed his approval and stamping stacks upon stacks of paperwork.

When the current piano instrumental ended, Botan stopped dancing ending on a lovely pose. Koenma brought his small hands together and clapped his hands. Botan shifted her attention to him. She smiled seeing his happy face.

Thinking to herself, Botan thought, “One of these days, I will hear him sing. Even if he has to be forced to do it or buck up and finally be brave enough to do it again. It’s only fair since he has seen me dance.”

~To Be Continued