Gin-ryu: Punnamechibi and I don't own YYH, but we both wish we did!
Ok, this chapter is mine. P-Chibi and I have this as our shared account and are going to do this and another story chappy by chappy. I have the first!
Inukiba
In a 5'x6' canvas tent she sat on a cot in the dark. Across from her she saw her reflection in the mirror above her "sink", which was merely a water pump.
Holding onto the long gash on her shoulder she wondered when Lord Mukuro would call her from the safety of her make shift home back to the thick of battle.
A soldier by heart, she didn't care much as she smiled her sad dogish smile at the mirror and stood as someone hit the flap of her tent.
At attention she sighed, dropping her shoulders as blood hit the dark earth that resided beneath her boots. Sitting down the medic took out a needle and thread.
"Bite somtheing." The cat demon Tsume said and Inukiba nodded, taking a strip of leather in her mouth and biting down as the first stitch was made.
Then another.
Then another until the medic clapped Inukiba on the back and left, leaving Inukiba to look at the uneven stitches of not-so-sterile-thread and smiled as she stood and pumped the crank for water once or twice. A jet of half-clean water ran out and she washed off her arm and hands quickly, then drying her arms off.
Punishment would come if General Jaganishi heard of her waste of well rationed water. She looked at herself in the broken mirror and smiled again, looking at the details of the reflection.
Everything from her chin length hack job of messy brown hair, to her stormy gray right eye and its forest green twin.
The long white scar running down her tanned face and branching off into two at the base of her nose. A souvenir from her warring past. The small cuts all over her didn't bother her as she stepped back and looked at the black uniform she wore.
Nothing special, ripped black pants and a shirt that had huge tear all along the stomach where a sword had grazed her skin. A black strip of leather served as a necklace and holder of her ID tags. A license to be a demon so to speak. Around her neck she wore a choker-like collar with a symbol of her allegiance to Mukuro as well. Actually, it was more of an akllliegance to her general, seeing as Mukuro was near death.
Her long daggers were sheathed on either side off her baggy, patched pants as somewhere outside a demon yelled a dieing cry.
"Inukiba! OUT!" Cam the yell from her Commander outside and she heard and explosion as she drew the knives and ran outside.
The battle was over before she got there as the Dragon of the Darkness Flame roared, killing the army of rebels one by one before stopping and roaring back over a bloody battle scene.
"General Jaganishi came back from Human world just as it started. We got lucky." Another war dog said as he scratched his head and they turned and went back to their tents.
But the reward came to Inukiba, who waited and spoke to someone hiding behind a tree. "Seiko? is that you?"
"How'd you know? I'm covered in ox blood." The tall freelancer spoke as she stepped away.
"Allegiance with Yomi huh? Run. Fast. Or I'll have to chase you." Inukiba told her best friend and Seiko nodded at the 4'5" girl and darted off into the trees.
It was late and, though it was against the rules of the rations, Inukiba sat cross-legged and pumped the crank for her water.
Washing off her yellow tinged wounds she jumped to attention when a voice spoke.
"Wasting water on wounds isn't permitted."
"General." Inukiba spoke as she stood up at attention, just as the red haired spy, Kurama, walked in holding an unconceiouse prisoner.
"Don't waste your breath Inkiba. You've got explaining to do. I didn't know letting the enemy escape was legal. A matter of fact, I'd call you a traitor." He breathed as Seiko moved a little against the bounds.
Unsure of what to say Inukiba remained silently looking up into the crimson eyes of her General.
She could smell it, she was in trouble. BIG trouble.
And the red gleam of her General's eyes told her so, her usuallly sleek black tail was covered in mud, and now was between her legs in defeat, eyes wide as she took a step back.
Seiko moved again and through a mental connection Inukiba willed her not to move...
She got lower to the ground, even more fearful as her general advanced, and then, after a second of battling against it, her feral instincts kicked in.
It's amazing what growing up in a pack of blood thirsty dogs will do to you.
She darted and lashed out with one long fingered sharp-clawed hand, and Hiei, suprised, was cut by it narrowly missing hsi face and lashing his chest with four long scratches. Inukiba cursed, they weren't deep enough to cause harm...
And now she really was a traitor.
"Shit."
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