Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho is owned by Yoshihiro Togashi.
Nuisance
He could feel the wind as it howled with growing aggression, a striking semblance to his present demeanor. Throwing a sharp look across the moonlit cave, his eyes landed on the poor creature who was cringing pitifully against the far side wall. Pathetic. How he ended up in such a ridiculous situation with her, of all people, was beyond him.
It had only been a reconnaissance mission. They had been tasked to shadow an organization suspected in smuggling humans to the Demon World. They were to gather enough evidence to prove the allegations right, but unfortunately things had not gone according to plan. Though he had already expected it with a bunch of monkeys as his companions, he had not anticipated the absurdity of their failure or the short time it had taken for everything to be blown out of proportion.
He recalled how it all began and what had triggered the train of misfortune that led him to this predicament. His glare hardened and he watched with sadistic glee when the hapless creature shrank back. It was her fault. Her incompetence had ruined their cover. It hadn't taken long before conflict ensued, and the events that followed had been a blur.
The next thing he knew, he was alone, walking through the rain in the density of the woods not far from mansion they had been scouting. And when the drizzle of shower turned into an all-out storm, he was left with no option but to seek shelter. For once, fortune was on his side when he stumbled on a cave in a rocky hillside.
But alas, he had thought too soon when he realized that someone had claimed it first. To his ire, the intruder seemed to have already settled in comfortably. He recalled the piercing shriek that had broken the silence of his unexpected appearance. His mood had gone from sour to ugly as he watched the woman scramble about in the semi-darkness, frantic in her efforts to cover her state of undress.
And that's how he found himself at the receiving end of an apprehensive set of eyes, as though she fully expected him to pounce at any given second like some senseless demon in heat. He almost huffed at that thought. Had she deemed him weak as to easily surrender to the calls of the flesh? And did she really think of his taste so plain that he would actually settle for someone like her? He snorted. She would learn soon enough that he had not a hair, a cell, or a nerve of attraction for her within his body.
She was officially the unluckiest one in the entirety of the three realms. Who would have thought that one day she would wind up alone, sitting across a bad-tempered demon under the most unfortunate of circumstances. Most of her clothes had ended up in a sad pile of soak on the floor, and she was left dripping wet in nothing but an equally drenched white women's dress shirt.
She was freezing like an ice block found on the peaks of Everest, and his deadly glare only added to the shiver that ran down her spine. If looks could kill, she would be long dead, a heap of toasty fritter on the spot, but due to her present state of predicament, she could do nothing more than a sad flinch of discomfort. With a hand protectively crossed over her breasts, she bit her lip as she scooted back, pushing herself more into the rough, concrete wall. Crimson eyes only narrowed further.
There was only a slight shift in his stance before everything came in a speedy haze. She heard more than she saw the sword the fire-demon had hurled her way. She had no time to release a panicked cry when the lethal blade approached, ready to tear a hole into her pretty head—only to wheeze past her right ear and implant itself on the wall with a loud thunk. She froze with her face pale and her lips ajar. It took her exactly three seconds to realize that she was, indeed, still breathing without any sharp edges embedded in her skull. She almost released a relieved sigh.
It was then when she felt something slithery against her right shoulder. She stiffened. Slowly, she turned for a quick inspection only to give an alarmed screech when the "something slithery" slithered its way down the opening of her shirt. In less than a second, she was up three feet away as she looked on with candid horror while a snake coiled and uncoiled around the sword that had pinned it in place. If she had so much as moved an inch, that would have been her head, she realized.
With mouth half closed, she turned to look at the man who had just given her a fright that had almost cost her her life. True to his character, the fire-demon merely raised his chin in a cocky gesture. Her brows tensed and her knuckles turned white when a sudden comprehension finally clicked in, reminding her of the severity of her current situation…
She was stuck with an absolute nutcase, she thought in utter dismay.