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 Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 12:22 pm
*Disclaimer: I don Not own anything YU YU HAKUSHO! No characters, buildings, cities, or anything else. My information is based off of the Anime, Manga, and what I know from my friends about all the Yu Yu cast. But please do not steal my characters or story plot, or line. Thanks ~Rose ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Key: storyChapter #Chapter title"words,conversation" thoughts((notes)) +sounds+ * comments, or messages from me *coments or messages from you guys* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summary-Did you ever think of what life would be like to be an assassin? You wouldn't be able to have a famliy or any kind of love, afraid they could be killed by enimes. Or maybe you wouldn't know how to love. Well, I'm an assassin. K&Oc KindaH&Oc
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 12:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2006 6:02 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 3:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:33 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 3:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 7:04 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 8:23 am
Chapter Six
A Friendly Chat with Fang’s Opponent
When I finally found the room that Fang was supposed to be in, there were people in there. These weren’t just any people either. It was his opponent, six girls, and four other guys. All of them appeared to be fifteen from the glance I took. I had opened the door then shut quickly. Four of them had black hair, three had brown hair, one had orange hair, one had mint green hair, and one had sky blue hair. They ranged in sizes with the orange hair fellow being the tallest, and the mint green haired lady was the shortest.
Deciding to not go in yet, I took a seat in one of the waiting chairs that lined the hallway. I was sitting there so long that I almost fell asleep, but before I could there was many voices coming from the room. They weren’t loud it was just that finally the door was open and they were leaving. Why they were even in there in the first place, I had no clue.
I waited another ten minuets before I got and walked into Fang’s room. It was dark now, but I didn’t care. The bedside clock said it was midnight already. I walked over to the bed, my feet silent on the floor. Fang was sleeping as peacefully as an angel on a white, fluffy cloud.
“Are you here to finish the job I didn’t?” a cold voice from the shadows asked.
I hadn’t counted the visitors as they left, and at this moment I knew I should have. When I looked harder, I say the red head, Fang’s opponent, sitting in the guest chair against the wall. His emerald eyes looked like sharp daggers cutting threw a thick ice chunk. I stared at him confused. Why would he care if his opponent lived or died? He shouldn’t be here. This was no place for him.
“I didn’t kill him. Is he on you list?” he said not moving anything but his lips. Those green daggers never left my eyes. They felt like they were digging in my eyes for my soul and some answer to his questions.
“No, he’s no where near my list. He is just from the same floor, and I thought I’d check on him.” I gave him an answer, but maybe not the one he wanted.
“Why would you care?” They question was one that I wanted to ask him too. Why shouldn’t I care?
“Well, I’m not his opponent. You’re the one who should care less.” I said just as coldly as his eyes were.
“As you can see I left him alive. He’s still whole and breathing. Probably more than you would have done.” He said it like he knew me when he didn’t even have the slightest clue as to who the wolf demon in the bed was to me!
“How do you know I would have killed him?” I replied reproachfully.
“It is what you do, is it not?” He said standing from the chair, but never moving those huge green orbs of his that held mine by a very taunt rope.
“Sure, it’s what everyone here does. Don’t you?” I said shrugging only my shoulders.
“No.” He flatly said. Then added, “I only kill those that deserve it.”
“So why are you here, gallant, white Knight?” I asked getting very fed up with this conversation. It was going nowhere, and wasting time.
“I’m here on business. Like everyone else.” He said leisurely, but hurriedly at the same time.
“What kind of business do you run that you’re here for if your not an assassin?” I asked. Now I was getting somewhere; took long enough.
But then a quiet, soft, innocent voice interrupted, “Paw, you finally made it.” My eyes were finally free from those emerald ones, and they drifted down to the now awake Fang.
Bending down next to the bed, I said, “Of course I’d come, Fang. I just had to wait for the crowd to die down. You were pretty famous early.”
“Yea, they were some of Kurama’s friends.” He said smiling. “Oh yea, Paw this is Kurama. He was my opponent. Also he’s the reincarnation of Youko Kurama!” Fang said getting all excited. “And this is my older half-sister, Wolf’s Paw.”
We shook hands over the bed. “So I’ve heard. The great thief Youko is back in a human body. I guess the rumors from the Dark Tournament were true.” I said friendly.
“I’ve also heard a lot about you, Wolf’s Paw. The best and most skilled assassin of our time or so I’ve heard.” He replied in just a friendly tone. “It’s nice of you to have taken this little wolf demon in.”
“Yeah, well, thanks for not killing him for me. He still has a lot to learn.” I said chuckling lightly.
“Hey! I was one of the chosen to come!” Fang objected.
“Why Terrain chose you to fight I have no idea. But everyone else from the house has their own ideas.” I said still chuckling a little bit from the faces Fang was making.
“They think I’m a wimp, huh?” Fang asked.
“No, they think you’re the best out there.” I said pinching his cheek before adding, “And if they didn’t, your big sis would take care of that too.” Fang just pushed my hand away.
“You would kill them just because of their opinion?” Kurama asked with confusion and disgust.
“No I wouldn’t kill them. Most would be smart enough to not pick a fight with me. I see your smarts left you when you moved in to a human body though.” I said looking back at the green eyes, but quickly back down to Fang. “I’ll be leaving Fang. I’ll stop by some time tomorrow. Get some rest. Nice meeting you Kurama. I hope to see you again.” I then kissed Fang lightly on the forehead, before turning on my heels and out of the door.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:06 am
Chapter Seven
The Reikai Team
A week passed like any other week and it was now Saturday. Yes the tournament was still going too. The past week was just killing, sleeping, eating, watching, and waiting. Fang got out of the Hospital wing the next day. He now had some scars to show kids at home. Fang has been hanging out with me and Kurama and his friends all week. He and his friends are pretty strong.
The Reikai team consisted of four boys and two girls. All were strong, only one from the team was out of the pickings. They didn’t have much of a cheering section; just Fang, about five people in the stands, and their disqualified teammate. Kurama didn’t save any other of his opponents, just Fang. I had yet to figure out why, but I never had any chances to talk to them. Terrain would see it as treason, and now was not a good time to have a bounty on your head.
Today should have been an easy day with no mistakes, but it wasn’t. I was number twenty-five, the same number Wave had. He was my opponent, and I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t see the small plus sign that was on my sheet next to my number, it was to light, small, and faded.
For the day I was wearing dark blue jeans and a light blue tank. It was a hot day in the 90’s. The arena was even hotter.
When my number was called, both Wave and I stepped up onto the platform. These battles were the end of the Semi-finals, so the announcer was no longer reminding us about the rules. We bowed to each other lightly before the announcer announced it was time to start. We already knew each others strengths and weaknesses, so there was no reason to waste time and measure each other up.
“Ready, my Sweet?” Wave asked a smile tugging at his lips.
“I was born ready, but are you ready to lose?” I replied with a grin of my own.
It was started. We both pulled out a weapon; me, two of my daggers, him, a new katana he must have gotten recently. We charged, and parried. Neither of us gaining or losing ground. We were going fast, but not so fast to where the blind eye couldn’t see. It was a nice warm up, just to get the blood rushing. Finally we split back to different edges of the platform. Never looking away from the battle, we started to circle the edge. Until we rushed towards the center again where our three blades meet. He pushed down with force on to my smaller blades, trying to get me to come to my knees. I just pushed back up at him, but soon lost the push I was giving him and rolled between his legs. He quickly turned around to face me again.
I flipped over him, giving him a small line on his shoulder. But somehow he was ready; for just as I landed, he grabbed me from behind, and squeezed me. He knew I couldn’t move my arms that he had pressed against my body. He also knew I couldn’t brake free of his grasp.
“I won’t kill you, but this is your last fight in this tournament. You might be the best, but not here.” Wave whispered in my ear, making a shiver run down my spine.
Possibilities ran through my mind, racing with the speed of light. I couldn’t let him win, that would be held over my head for the rest of eternity. I did the only thing I could do. I brought my leg up, and kicked him in the balls. He instantly let go, falling to his knees. I wiped around to face him, but he was still curled on the ground.
He finally brought up his hands, and a huge gust of water issued forth. Blasting right into me, ripping the air right out of my lungs. It pushed me off the platform and into the wall where it held me for a few seconds before it died, letting me slid to the floor drenched.
I got to my feet and ran to get the speed to jump up on to the platform. I got the speed I needed before leaping up onto the platform as gracefully as a squirrel jumping from branch to branch. Wave was standing now too, and again we were staring face to face.
He sauntered up to me, and went to punch my face. I grabbed his wrist while slipping a dagger into my hand. Holding it gently against his wrist, drawing just a trickle of his blood. To distract him, I brought my opposite leg up as to kick him in the head. He grabbed it as I pressed my dagger into his skin deeper. He screamed and realized his mistake. He let go of my leg, and brought his other hand to pry mine off of his. But he was too late. His hand met air of where our hands use to be. I had flipped over him.
“Looking for this?” I teased, holding his right hand out in front of my face.
He turned with a look of rage on his face, and charged with his katana drawn. I pulled a dagger out of my sleeve. His sword never touched me, but my blade was dug into his stomach. It fit nicely, and was as snug as a bug in a rug.
He fell backwards on the platform. Alive, but wounded enough to make the win mine.
As I walked off the platform bagging the hand, I heard the announcer announce the next fighters and froze in my tracks.
“Next up, Jumbean the bird demon and Wolf’s Paw.” The announcer announced, way too cheerfully.
I was up again. I didn’t even know they could schedule back to back fights, but oh well. I tossed the bagged hand onto the floor, and turned to make my way back up the platform.
I won the fight in about five minuets. I collected my hand, bagged it, threw it onto the floor next to Wave’s, then turned to the announcer, who only nodded in return to my question. I was up for another round.
By the time half an hour passed there were five other hands of demons lying next to the first two of the night. I was still in good shape, with only a few scratches on my arms, and a few broken ribs from those that tried the beautiful trick Wave showed them. I was drenched not only in water now, but also in sweat and blood.
I went back to my starting place, and got ready for the next fight. The next one to come up the opposite stairs was a female wolf demon that came from the Reikai group. She has long black hair and green and gold swirled eyes.
Both of us started circling on the cue to start giving by the announcer. When we came together the only sound was the clash our weapons made.
A deep growl came from her throat as she said, “Its killing, uncaring bitches like you that I hate; but I just love killing them.”
And before I knew it there was a sharp pain in my stomach. I broke away and rolled. When I stood back up I discovered a knife lodged in my stomach. I yanked it out and kept it in my hands.
I dashed across the platform and flipped over while lodging the knife into her left shoulder.
“Take you s**t back, Wolf.” I said.
The fight was a good one, it lasted twenty minuets. I had acquired a few more cuts across my arms, and some new ones on my legs. She had some on her arms and face. Finally I was able to knock her down and bang her head against the floor, knocking her out. Hesitantly and slowly I pulled my knife across her vein on her left wrist, making a slit where blood ran from freely. I stood up and returned to my starting place, while hospital boys picked her up. This time I didn’t add a bag to my growing collection of hands.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 9:05 am
Chapter Eight
Dead Meat
Once again I added six more bagged hands to my collection. It took only about an hour and a half. This tournament would leave me with more scars than I wanted, and I was exhausted.
My next opponent who entered the ring was a big demon. When I say big I mean huge! This guy wasn’t only tall, but very muscular. He was a bear demon, and he looked a lot like one.
The battle with him cost me, even though I won. But even then I won by only a few seconds. If he was one step faster I would have lost the battle. It left me completely winded. He was one who tried Waves little squeeze trick; it worked well for him. I believe he broke over half of my ribs, if not all of them! It felt like he was trying to squeeze the life out of me, and he was.
My next opponent walked in as I tossed the bag down by the others. I could hardly breathe anymore! This guy might be as skinny as a twig, but if I couldn’t breathe, he could still win easily.
It took me half an hour to kill him, longer than it should have. And worse he got a dagger to the bone of my left thigh. It was almost useless, and I still couldn’t breathe! But my next opponent still stepped up on to the platform, waiting for me to cast the bag out of my hand and turn to face him.
I slipped, skidded, and tripped around on the platform losing the balance and grace I once had. I had blood dripping off my small form, from my various wounds and the blood of others. I had killed four more demons, adding hands to the pile, but I could barely move anymore.
My last battle was with a small fire demon from the Reikai Team. He was fast, and deadly with a katana. I was so… out of it, I guess, that I could barley keep up. My breathing had become ragged and shallow. My eyes stung from the blood and sweat that creped into them. My legs shook, wanting to just lie down; even for just five minutes.
I fell to the ground from the slightest touch of his katana on my back. Once on the floor I couldn’t move. I knew he was standing over me, waiting, just like the crowd, for me to stand. I tried, but my legs refused to move, and my shaking arms couldn’t hold up my body weight long enough for me to command them to move.
So I laid there. What else could I do? I couldn’t move. I could barley move enough to breathe and it hurt like Hell! Why wouldn’t he just end my life quickly? Just get it over with and put me out of my misery.
I had collected twenty hands today in the six hours I was on this damn platform of Hell. Now it was my turn to have my hand added. Before I realized it, he was kneeling down next to me. He grabbed my wrist roughly, like he didn’t want to do what he was going to do. He reached for one of my daggers, took it, and slowly cut a thin red line on my wrist.
I don’t know why he didn’t kill me, I wish he had. After he left, the hospital boys came up. They stayed their distance. Fang was the first one by my side.
“You okay Paw?” he whispered.
“Yeah.” I weakly managed.
“Do you want help up, or are you gonna lay there all day?” A voice from behind Fang asked. It was both hard and soft at the same time. A hand reached out, I grabbed it. It pulled me to my feet, and didn’t let go until he knew I was balanced.
“Thanks.” I said looking up and finding Kurama’s green eyes staring into my own.
When I looked around I saw crowds gathering at the doors. It was over for the day.
“You should get to the hospital.” He told me in the same voice as before.
“I’ll be fine.” I said more to myself than anyone else. Turning to Fang I asked, “Ready to go?”
“Yeah. See you tomorrow Kurama.” Fang said walking next to me as we walked out of the arena.
We walked in silence to the hotel. We had to take the elevator up though. Once we got up onto our floor, we went our different ways. When I entered my room, Tiger came up to me with her eyes downcast and something in a hand.
She handed me the note that was in her hands and said a quick, “Sorry.” Before going back into her room. I took the note and went to my room to read it.
Dear Paw,
I am sorry to inform you, but we can not allow someone as weak as you to be associated with us anymore. As from this moment you are not one of my assassins. As far as I know you are nothing, but in the way. You have failed ME for the last time. I will give you twenty-four hours before your WANTED poster goes up. That should be enough time. If not, too bad.
This tournament was a test for you and you failed greatly. You let not only your name, but OUR name go down in flames. Good-bye! I never again want to see your face free. As of now you are an outcast.
Terrain
That is what the letter read. I couldn’t believe how I just worked my a** off to stay alive and win in this tournament, but yet he still throws me out. I’m his best assassin! But I guess not anymore.
I started to pack my bags. Replacing my weapons that I had lost, and making sure they were on the top of my bags, ready for use. I took a shower that was cold, wrapped my worst wounds with whatever bandage I had left, and changed into black jeans, and navy tank. I then threw my navy cloak around me shoulders, and put the hood up. I then took my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I almost fell over from the weight.
I made my way slowly to the hospital area to pick up some more bandages and a walking stick. The walking stick so I could actually move faster than what I was.
It was midnight when I was finally ready to leave. I took one glance back then disappeared into the surrounding forest.
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