A Requiem For Hate Chapter1
Authors notes and disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Yu Yu Hakusho. This is a Karasu x OC and not meant for children. Rated M for a reason folks. I know there isn't much Karasu in this chapter but I will put more of him in the next chapter. Enjoy
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'text': Thoughts
text: important or sarcastic word
text: Change of point of view
Your pov: The stadium seemed warm, too warm. Then again that could have just been the fact that you were wearing at least three layers of clothes and various seals and bindings. People couldn't tell what you looked like, your gender, or even attempt to distinguish a species.
You were in a team of three males and two female you were in the later of the two. The leader of your team was Sanaku, an arrogant blond cat demon whom you had a mind to slaughter when you got the chance. Let's not forget Sanaku's almost twin brother Ritsu. They both wore shorts and a t-shirt with their shoulder lengths hair in a ponytail. Unlike Sanaku Ritsu had mint green hair and was almost tolerable. His major flaw was the fact he had a love for women that could not be compared to anything else in the world.
The only female he didn't attempt to flirt with was you. Then again that probably had something to do with the fact that you put a few dead cats in his bed one night.
Sarukai was the other female in the group, she was a rather sluttish tanuki with an infatuation for Sanaku.She spent hours a day dealing with makeup and trying for cute hairdos. Her hair was blondish brown. She wore the most ridiculous outfits in the world and constantly was changing styles. Goth one day old, lady the next.
Akira was possibly the only one in the group you even remotely got along with. He was a kitsune with black ears and tail. He generally wore a purple hakama with bandages up to just below the chest. He carried a sword across his shoulders, with his almost knee length hair and ragged bangs he had a wild look about him. He generally only talked when when he had combat advice for one of your other team mates. Occasionally he have a nice little conversation with you when no one was paying attention.
Then there was you. Bundled up to the point where no one could tell anything about you other than a humanoid figure.(You'll learn a little more further into the story.) Since no one knew your name they just called you Akuma. Around most people you were pretty much just a rock sitting in the corner, until you were in combat. The only things you loved in the world were pain, blood, and the fear that shown through another's eyes when death was closing in on them.
Akira walks back toward your team, his opponent lay on the stadium floor in pieces. The referee seemed utterly horrified. "Thats another win for Team Nightmare...Next up is Roken from Team Strom Raisers and Akuma from Team Nightmare." You walk to the battle stage and sit in your starting spot. You were overheated and bored.
"Ha! This little shit has almost no aura. This victory is almost being served on a silver platter!" Roken had long greasy puke green hair and wore a tacky suit. He obviously had a pretty big ego.
'A few simple slashes and this dirt bag will be nothing more than bloody mop water.' You flex your fingers digging your nails into the stone a few times experimentally.
Roken gets into a battle stance with a cocky grin plastered on his face. The referee held a hand up. "Let the battle begin!" You move at a blinding speed past Roken leaving a nasty gash on his shoulder. A small spurt crimson follows you for a few feet. You land on the other side of the stage looking as though you hadn't even moved.
Akira had followed the entire thing, but with how fast you had moved he was probably the only one who caught it.
Roken holds his shoulder in pain. Blood soaks both his hand and his shoulder. He glares at you. "Why you little son of a bitch..." He pulls his hand away and you can sense the spirit energy building up.
'He plans to hit me with a blast of spirit energy ... How weak.' At first you plan to jump out of the way at last second, then you think of the restraints. 'Most of these are paper and would be destroyed once that energy hit.' A new plan formulates.
Roken's pov: You continue to focus your energy in your hand until people can see the fiery green ball. Your poisoned fire would be over kill for this opponent, but after the damage done to your arm you didn't really care.
You launch the energy ball and watch with satisfaction as it hits Akuma directly in the chest. Half of the ring goes up in flames and smoke.
Akuma's team mates gasp in shock and horror. With the exception of the fox demon, he seemed too calm. It unnerved you. The referee turned to the crowd. "From the looks of it Akuma is down. Thus the win goes to-"
"I'm hardly down." You snarl as a slim human figure emerges from the flames.
With the exception of being brought down to a simple dress like garb and a few chains, Akuma seemed unharmed.
What startled you the most was that Akuma was a girl. She had ankle length hair that was almost so pale it seemed almost white with an almost pearlescent look to it. Her skin was almost as pale, her ears weren't human but they weren't animal either. They seemed almost artfully pointed.
She in truth was quite beautiful, except for those unreal eyes. They were mismatched. One was blood red, the other was vibrant purple, both pupils were slit like a snake's or a cat's.
"With Akuma back the match can continue!" Akuma flexed her abnormally long pearly claws. A few were tinted red from your blood.
A feeling you couldn't even begin to describe was slowly churning and growing in your stomach.
Your pov: You hadn't felt so good in years. You were pretty much free and your energy was flowing. Roken's life wasn't worth even an ounce of true effort so you effortlessly behead him and walk back toward your team.
"Yet another win for Team Nightmare! They will be here tomarrow against Team Toguro!" The stadium cheers wildly at the announcement.
You walk out of the stadium with your team. Akira gives you a few small words of praise with how clean and quick your fight was.
Later: You walking down the hall. You wanted to go outside and train. A tall man was walking toward you from the opposite direction. He ignored you so you ignored him.
As he passes your suddenly stopped by a tug on your hair. You turn, the man had a handfull of it. He was running his fingers through it carefully and seemed to be inspecting each strand.
He had long black hair that went just below the waistand rich purple eyes. He wore an intresting suit, black like his hair. The jacket with a red collar revealed a good chunk of his chest. An iron mask covered the lower half of his face. He smelled a bit like gun powder which you thought was odd.
"You take very good care of your hair. Silky, not many split ends, and its kept very neat." You tug it away from him.
"Leave my hair alone." The man laughs.
"You'll have to excuse me, I'm rather fond of hair." You flex your claws.
"I'd suggest you keep that to yourself. I only have one fondness and thats for carnage, and you could end up being my next victim." The man laughs again.
"Save that fiery temper for tomarrow Akuma. I want to see how long it takes me kill you." He turns and walks away. You snarl at his back.