You Know Its You I Want
"And she's down for the count! Yuki wins!" The roar of the crowd filled the stadium, their cheers of lust echoing down the long desolate halls. Her hand was thrust high into the cooling air, the referee holding her wrist tightly as she shouted into the microphone, her large fox ears twitching with anticipation.
Yuki's chest heaved, deep breaths gathering air for her lungs. Sweat glistened on her olive tanned skin in the setting sun that shone through the large gape in the high ceiling. Her lone hand hung loosely at her side, a blood drenched sais gingerly slipping out of her sweaty palm. Shaky cerulean eyes stared in disbelieve at the limp figure as water rolled down her face unnoticed.
The woman next to her continued to scream into the microphone, only to Yuki, she was a distant hum, a far off ringing that dulled as a few more seconds passed.
Why?
Her vision began to glaze over, her opponent's body was her only focus as her hand was released and dropped to her side. A blood stained hand reached out, tears continually falling onto the cement beneath her. Taking a single step forward was all she was allowed as her quivering knees finally buckled out from under her. Her face fell into her opponent's pool of blood, her hand still trying to grasp onto what was left of the figure. Darkness, it was her only sanctuary, and she gladly let it consume her soul, granted only a whisper escape her lips.
"Sister..."