Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or the name of the bars in this fic. However, I am claiming my OCs.
Love Your Enemies
Chapter 1
I Hate Happy Endings
"PLEASE!! I beg for mercy!!" the once feared man cried out. I guess he couldn't decide which was more terrifying: not being feared or being afraid of this person.
His bringer of death smirked, "To earn mercy you must give it." With that the daggers that were hovering around the killer whizzed through him, stabbing them into the wall behind him. The murderer looked through the holes in the man, eyeing the daggers, pulling them back through their same holes before the body hit the floor.
Blood poured out pooling around his feet; he hit the marble with the small sound of a splash from the blood spilt. The look on his face was that of regret and misery. Beautiful. Oh how the killer wished they could keep—why the hell not?
Their flattened hand glowed red, static flashed around it; they grasped the bloody chestnut locks and slid the charged hand right through the neck; the smell of burning flesh filled the air. They licked the head, getting a smudge of blood off the cheek. It had to perfect.
Just in that moment the lights filled the room, revealing how wonderfully horrible everything looked. They preferred to work by moonlight, not to be cliché, but because large amounts of split blood looked more beautiful, in the glow of the moon rays.
The right hand man cried out. He then blew a whistle causing other men to come into the room, holding guns. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
A black cloaked figure slowly rose up; face, legs, arms, everything was hidden away. A red gloved hand extended; it looked as if the colors were running and dripping on the floor, for in the hand was the head of the man they called their boss. They then tied the head in between their body and the cloak.
"FIRE!!" The man cried out.
Hot led whizzed through the room, destroying the bed, drapes, breaking the mirrors, windows, and other fragile trinkets the bedroom contained. The stone hearted executioner extended both red gloved hands and placed them in front of their self as if they were holding a tray. One began glowing white the other red; white lightening like waves began shooting around the room, hitting the bullets and melting them in the air, causing quickly hardening puddles of gray on the floor in awkward places.
Everyone soon stopped shooting seeing they were out of ammo and out of luck, for not one shot hit the intruder. "Wha-what are you!?" The man stuttered.
Their unseen smirk was known, "Not a foolish human like you."
The other hand that held white light was now hidden back in the cloak, for the power dispersed from that hand but not the other. The red flashes had grown more furious that the hand it was in was twitching as if it couldn't control it. The sound of lightening cracking filled the room as the ball of energy cracked and popped more furiously.
They flattened their hand and ball began to float up into the middle of the room. The slaughterer gave a finger fluttering wave and ran straight for the large bay windows over looking the city; extending their fists, broke through the remainder of the glass and over the small balcony.
"THEIR GETTING—" was the last thing heard before the red ball of power exploded, busting all the windows out on the penthouse level; flesh was quickly burned away from the men's bones so excruciating, it seemed their pain was in slow motion for them, as they prayed for their end.
The killer was still falling, feeling pieces of glass hitting their back as they pulled behind them, a thin piece of metal. It was about the size of a slice of bread, in the shape on a boomerang, and quite light. They let it drop before them, then extended one hand and began lifting it off the ground with lightening shaped white light. After some time it grew larger. It then began hovering over the ground.
They then conjured up more daggers with white handles and glowing red blades, they threw them into the still perfect windows, and they whizzed through the walls finding the core of the levels and then stopping there, exploding. Once the last level was destroyed, they landed on the awaiting "getaway ship" on knee and bottom of their booted foot, and flew off into the night.
"May his blood be the purifier of souls he has sent to the next worlds," came the feminine voice for the third time that night.
Once it was safe, she pushed back the front of the cloak resting it behind her shoulders, but still kept her face hidden from the shadows of her hood. She had on a red corset that looked like the bottom of it, disappeared into her tight black cotton pants, and was tightened and loosed by black laces in the back; which were currently in a bow.
The pants fitted to the contour of her legs, so they fitted under her flat-footed knee boots perfectly. She also had on a black jacket that the red sleeves came down, and turned into gloves. It was short and sat a few above where the corset stopped coming up. It then buckled in the front where her sternum was. Her small amount of cleavage showing, gave her dark tanned skin away.
Even though her hood was still up, you could see her eyes which were a creamy blue, with sliver cracks (which were currently glowing white) that started for the outer part of her iris and stopped at the pupil.
She then reached behind herself and pulled the head into her line of sight. She smirked. "Another job well down…I'm that much closer."
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Greetings all! I am back with another Hiei/OC. I have toggled with the idea of doing another H/OC from a review that I got on my first H/OC fic, The Recruit of Happiness. But now after trying different situations and characters I'm ready to come back and do another. I'm hopping this one is better than the last one.
Also, I am taking a small break from my Yu-Gi-Oh fic, Love, Romance, and of coarse Sex, for I have hit a creative slump for that story.
REVIEW!!! Well I'm Out.