Sakura Urameshi: Dark Tournament (Book 2)

Chapter 17: Do You Trust Me?

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Chapter 17

Nobody seemed to know what Genkai was talking about, but the two senior citizens continued to stare at each other. They couldn't have been more polar opposites if they tried. On the left was Onji and his insufferably smug face, to the right was tiny old Genkai who was dripping with pure sass.

"I don't know who you are, but you're no old man," she sniped. "And in case you haven't noticed, I'm not the kind of person who'll underestimate you based on false age,"

Onji looked impressed. "You've got pretty sharp eyes there for such an old woman. You're the first to notice. I even masked my own energy,"

"Genkai, what's going on?" Sakura called.

Onji smirked at her. "Watch and learn, young lady. You see, disguise is one of my favourite hobbies,"

Sakura slapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to be sick. Onji appeared to be literally ripping his face off with his bare hands.

"To be brutally honest, there are few things I find more repulsive than old people. That's why I chose this getup. I thought wearing the skin of something I abhorred would all the more fuel my rage. Now..."

Onji muttered a string of odd words, and disappeared in a puff of bright pink smoke. His laughter distorted into an entirely different tone. Sakura had no idea what they were about to see, but Genkai's visible lack of worry calmed her nerves considerably. The smoke gradually cleared, revealing Onji's true identity.

"Thank goodness. Free at last. A few more minutes smothered under that mask and I might have got real wrinkles!"

Sakura exchanged a look with the boys. "Is this some kind of joke?"

In Onji's place stood a bright colourful clown with a huge blonde wig, a ridiculous pink suit and a face smothered in makeup.

"I plan to die before I show any signs of aging," he said grandly. "It's the price artists have to pay, a harsh fate to accept. My image is my greatest masterpiece, and that is how I plan to live on as a legend. I'm relying on all of you, the fans that witness my art to recount it to the generations and keep me alive! Ladies and gentleman, feast your eyes on The Master of a Thousand Faces and Tricks, the one and only, the beautiful SUZUKI!"

Suzuki threw back his head and howled with uproarious laughter.

Sakura gaped at this lunatic. "He can't be serious,"

"Of course I'd hate to ruin a piece of art, Suzuki, but I have no holdups with you," Genkai deadpanned. "You're a piece of trash!"

Suzuki pointed at Genkai, affronted. "NEVER refer to me by my name alone without placing beautiful in front of it, or you won't live to repeat your mistake! Beautiful is a word made just for me. We shall never part!"

"Fruitcake," Genkai rolled her eyes.

Hiei scowled. "This idiot makes Kuwabara seem smart,"

"I admit, I'm embarrassed listening to him," Kurama muttered.

Koto managed to compose herself and confirm to the crowd that yes, this display was entirely real. "Wow, the decrepit Onji is actually Suzuki, with an odd, or better make that interesting wardrobe selection,"