Sir David The Killer Bee Beats

The sky over Spirit World was a bruised purple, reflecting the grim mood inside Spirit World Intelligence. Koenma sat at his desk, his usual pacifier-induced calm replaced by a frantic tapping of his pen. On the monitor before him, blurred CCTV footage showed a familiar figure standing amidst the rubble of a leveled city block. ​"The warrant is official," Koenma muttered, his voice dropping an octave. "Spirit World Intelligence has labeled Yusuke Urameshi a rogue agent. He’s been spotted at the scene of every dimensional breach for the last forty-eight hours. We have to face facts—Urameshi is definitely involved." ​Botan gripped her oar tightly, tears stinging her eyes. "But Koenma-sama, Yusuke would never—" ​"The evidence says otherwise, Botan! It’s getting more complicated by the second." Koenma sighed, leaning back. "But honestly? That’s not even what worries me most." ​The Disappearance of the Chosen ​While the Spirit World hunted Y...

The sky over Tokyo-3 didn’t look like a sky anymore; it looked like a cracked mirror reflecting places that shouldn’t exist. ​Tenchi stood at the center of a literal crossroads where the asphalt of a modern highway met the checkered marble of a nonsensical palace. He scratched his head, looking at the signpost that now pointed toward "Yesterday," "The Void," and "Tea Time." ​"I wonder which way I ought to go," Tenchi murmured, his voice trembling. ​"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," a voice purred from the branches of a tree that was half-digital code and half-cherry blossom. ​Tenchi looked up. It wasn't a cat, but a boy with a blue spirit-gun aimed loosely at the clouds. Yusuke Urameshi hopped down, landing with a heavy thud. "If I were you, I’d ask the Mad Hatter. And if you’d like to know, the White Rabbit went that way—though he looked more like a demon in a waistcoat to me." ​The Collision of Rea...