Calling Enma


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Enma carefully inked in the girl's hair. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Superb.

"What is that?"

Enma turned around. "Wakatsuki-sensei!" she stammed, catching sight of her geography teacher. It was too late to hide her notes, although she tried to fling herself over them defensively.

Wakatsuki had already managed to snatch up a sheaf of them and began flipping through them. "Do we want to be a manga artist?" he inquired caustically. Enma bit her lip and said nothing. But her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. The teacher held the sheaf of papers and said, "You can be a manga artist in your own time, but keep the yuri out of your geography notes. Come to my desk at the end of the day to retrieve them." With that, he resumed the lecture.

Enma's cheeks burned in humiliation. The class had caught that last part, and snickered. How dare he make fun of my drawings! she raved internally. Even if they are.... umm... explicit... She wished the floor would swallow her up.

After class, she ran to Wakatsuki and retrieved her precious papers, then bolted out of school as quickly as she could. She just wanted to get away... hopefully, the others would forget about this by then. Yeah, right....

She almost bowled into an old man who was standing outside the school.

"Gomen!" she shouted automatically, and would have been on her way, if the old man had not said sharply, "Enma-chan!"

"HAI!" she shouted, snapping to attention. Oh, wait... school was out... "Hai?" she inquired, much more calmly.

"My name is Genjuro," he said, in a ponderous voice. "I have been waiting for you because I have an offer to make you."

"Which would be...?" Enma fidgeted uncomfortably. She wanted to get away from the schoolyard...

"I'm looking for referees in a tournament," the old man said, in his slow and placid way, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort. "I have been told to ask for your assistance. Would you care to---"

"Sorry, but I can't, I'm really busy," apologized Enma. "It was nice to meet you. Ja matte ne!"

"Hold on!" bellowed Genjuro. "You can't just say no! I haven't even made my offer yet!"

"What could you possibly offer me?" demanded Enma. "I'm in a hurry, and I'm not interested in your tournament."

"What would you like most out of the world?" inquired Genjuro solemnly. He thumped the cane he was carrying-- what a strange cane! With a shiny glass ball in the top, even-- on the sidewalk for emphasis.

Enma stepped back and thought. "Tell you what," she said. "If you get me tickets to a cruise to Hawaii, and a really bishoujo girl to er, keep me company, I'll do it!" she beamed.

Genjuro stared at her. "Young people nowadays!" he mourned and turned to leave. Before Enma had a chance to escape, he whirled around and shook his cane at her. "You shall get a packet in the mail! Be sure to watch for it!"

Enma stared at him. "Whatever," she agreed cheerfully, and disappeared.

Genjuro watched after her. Where did Mori Kouran get this list from?