Rhythm: Nope, don't own YuYuHakusho. If I did, I'd hopefully be writing episodes rather than fanfic, eh? I do however claim my character Aurora- and I own my little story-line. Ages in the story, each character is in their twenties; save for Hiei, whom may be much older as he is a demon, but I will still place him as the same ages as the others.
If you read, please review be it for good or bad just make sure you let me know what you think that I should change or do better on. Savvy? Thankies :)
~In which~
Chapter One - In which you flee or fight (or both ~.^)
The girl quickly walked through the mall, feeling eyes on her since she'd entered an hour ago. She'd seen nothing unusual, but there was a feeling which made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end- someone was there. She'd considered saying something to security, but with nothing having happened as of yet, they would be able to do nothing. She glanced around, if she could get a feel for where they were, she'd be fine. She'd been in martial arts classes; it had taken her several years, but she was a first degree black belt. Seven years to get it; but she was proud of it. So, she wasn't a totally helpless, damsel in distress type; but she was unnerved at the moment, and likely did the worst thing she possibly could-- She went outside and rushed to her car. Glancing back, she thought she saw a glimpse of red- the same thing that she'd thought she'd seen in the mall... Could that have been something to mark the person following her?
She heard the men come up behind her as she unlocked and wrenched open the car door. One of the guys asked, "Where you goin' in such a hurry, honey?" She turned back, her keys gripped tightly in one hand, something she'd picked up from her father. They may not be much, but they will work as a weapon.
"Me?" She asked innocently enough, slightly raising her hands in a 'calm down' sort of way, she turned, looking at what she found to be a trio of men. They weren't incredibly big, nor were they really all that intimidating looking; so she ended up giving them a fairly easy smile, that should've, normally at least, thrown someone who was intending to hurt someone. "I'm going home." She stated forcefully.
"You think so huh?" The second guy chuckled.
The third man; the biggest of all three made a move towards her. "Well darling; you're not right."
"Y'know guys; it's really a little too cold to do this right now." There was ice and snow covering the parking lot, "But if you insist." She moved forward, bringing her key up into the man's cheek, drawing blood which ran down his face.
"You bitch!" He snarled, he lumbered towards her, swinging his arm wildly, she ducked and he continued on his path, until his fist struck her car. He grunted, clutching his fist with his other hand.
"Problems?" She questioned, "You are trying to hurt me after all, it is only fair, neh?"
The second guy who had spoken, slapped her across the face, it was hard enough to turn her face to one side, and she cringed. "HAHAHA!" He laughed at her, but it took his attention away from her, and gave her the perfect chance to bring a snap kick up into his groin. Next thing anyone knew, he was no longer laughing, and he was on the ground. The third guy came at her again, grabbing her around the waist. She got a hold of one of his hands, wreched it up and twisted it akwardly, then she bowed to him, still holding his hand. He cried out, and collapsed to his knees. It was either that or end up with a broken wrist.
The guy who had spoken to her first, apparently the leader of the group, grabbed her over the arms in a bear hug, he lifted her up, and then dropped her on the ground, effectively knocking the wind out of her. "Owww..." She managed as more of a groan. She glanced over at the two others, and her fight or flight instinct kicked in despite her pain and lack of air. She kicked her feet up into a clumsy back somersault, and quickly stood. The man she had kicked now had two long sharp horns protruding from his forehead- they resembled bull horns- and he had fangs that hung down, nearly an inch beneath his lips. The first guy grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed her head into the edge of her open car door. Her vision swam; with black edging around it. The thing was, she knew that if she gave into the darkness that was so very tempting, she was going to die. Of this, there was no doubt.
She forced herself back to her feet, once again squaring off with the small group of guys.. If you could really call them that. The one with the horns snorted, as he gazed at her with fully black eyes. "You're not dead yet, ningen? At least you've put up a fight. None of the others have lasted this well. At least not still concious or with all their body parts intact."
The way he spoke, made her feel sick. She briefly wondered just how many innocent people these things had killed in their lifetimes. Regardless, she didn't want to become one of them. But if she were going to, she was going to do some damage to them first. "What can I say?" She asked, lifting her head high, though her vision was still swimming and the cut she'd received from her car door was dripping blood into one of her eyes. "Kill me if you want; but I'm not going to make it easy for you." She was in survival mode despite the blackness that still was tempting her to give in. The one that had slammed her head into the car moved in again, she brought an elbow up and nailed him in the nose; shattering it and sending a spray of blood across herself. It didn't phase him, just made him even angrier. He grabbed her by the hair, then a voice came across, quiet, but loud and in its own way forceful.
"Release her."
A/N: *grin* Nothing like a cliffy- eh? What ya think people? Good? Bad? Longer? No more cliffies? How was the fight scene, decent? I want input!
If you read, please review be it for good or bad just make sure you let me know what you think that I should change or do better on. Savvy? Thankies :)
~In which~
Chapter One - In which you flee or fight (or both ~.^)
The girl quickly walked through the mall, feeling eyes on her since she'd entered an hour ago. She'd seen nothing unusual, but there was a feeling which made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end- someone was there. She'd considered saying something to security, but with nothing having happened as of yet, they would be able to do nothing. She glanced around, if she could get a feel for where they were, she'd be fine. She'd been in martial arts classes; it had taken her several years, but she was a first degree black belt. Seven years to get it; but she was proud of it. So, she wasn't a totally helpless, damsel in distress type; but she was unnerved at the moment, and likely did the worst thing she possibly could-- She went outside and rushed to her car. Glancing back, she thought she saw a glimpse of red- the same thing that she'd thought she'd seen in the mall... Could that have been something to mark the person following her?
She heard the men come up behind her as she unlocked and wrenched open the car door. One of the guys asked, "Where you goin' in such a hurry, honey?" She turned back, her keys gripped tightly in one hand, something she'd picked up from her father. They may not be much, but they will work as a weapon.
"Me?" She asked innocently enough, slightly raising her hands in a 'calm down' sort of way, she turned, looking at what she found to be a trio of men. They weren't incredibly big, nor were they really all that intimidating looking; so she ended up giving them a fairly easy smile, that should've, normally at least, thrown someone who was intending to hurt someone. "I'm going home." She stated forcefully.
"You think so huh?" The second guy chuckled.
The third man; the biggest of all three made a move towards her. "Well darling; you're not right."
"Y'know guys; it's really a little too cold to do this right now." There was ice and snow covering the parking lot, "But if you insist." She moved forward, bringing her key up into the man's cheek, drawing blood which ran down his face.
"You bitch!" He snarled, he lumbered towards her, swinging his arm wildly, she ducked and he continued on his path, until his fist struck her car. He grunted, clutching his fist with his other hand.
"Problems?" She questioned, "You are trying to hurt me after all, it is only fair, neh?"
The second guy who had spoken, slapped her across the face, it was hard enough to turn her face to one side, and she cringed. "HAHAHA!" He laughed at her, but it took his attention away from her, and gave her the perfect chance to bring a snap kick up into his groin. Next thing anyone knew, he was no longer laughing, and he was on the ground. The third guy came at her again, grabbing her around the waist. She got a hold of one of his hands, wreched it up and twisted it akwardly, then she bowed to him, still holding his hand. He cried out, and collapsed to his knees. It was either that or end up with a broken wrist.
The guy who had spoken to her first, apparently the leader of the group, grabbed her over the arms in a bear hug, he lifted her up, and then dropped her on the ground, effectively knocking the wind out of her. "Owww..." She managed as more of a groan. She glanced over at the two others, and her fight or flight instinct kicked in despite her pain and lack of air. She kicked her feet up into a clumsy back somersault, and quickly stood. The man she had kicked now had two long sharp horns protruding from his forehead- they resembled bull horns- and he had fangs that hung down, nearly an inch beneath his lips. The first guy grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed her head into the edge of her open car door. Her vision swam; with black edging around it. The thing was, she knew that if she gave into the darkness that was so very tempting, she was going to die. Of this, there was no doubt.
She forced herself back to her feet, once again squaring off with the small group of guys.. If you could really call them that. The one with the horns snorted, as he gazed at her with fully black eyes. "You're not dead yet, ningen? At least you've put up a fight. None of the others have lasted this well. At least not still concious or with all their body parts intact."
The way he spoke, made her feel sick. She briefly wondered just how many innocent people these things had killed in their lifetimes. Regardless, she didn't want to become one of them. But if she were going to, she was going to do some damage to them first. "What can I say?" She asked, lifting her head high, though her vision was still swimming and the cut she'd received from her car door was dripping blood into one of her eyes. "Kill me if you want; but I'm not going to make it easy for you." She was in survival mode despite the blackness that still was tempting her to give in. The one that had slammed her head into the car moved in again, she brought an elbow up and nailed him in the nose; shattering it and sending a spray of blood across herself. It didn't phase him, just made him even angrier. He grabbed her by the hair, then a voice came across, quiet, but loud and in its own way forceful.
"Release her."
A/N: *grin* Nothing like a cliffy- eh? What ya think people? Good? Bad? Longer? No more cliffies? How was the fight scene, decent? I want input!