Yusuke: So I guess you two are joining the party.
Who: (Nods) I can provide soda if you want. With my power of matter materializing.
Zee: Is that another one of your authorly powers?
Who: Yeah… don't worry you won't end up in a fridge if I use it.
Zee: Good. (Moves away from Who, just in case)
Yusuke: (Raised eyebrow) Can you only do soda?
Who: In all honesty, I'm afraid to try anything else.
Kuwabara: (Looking around looks at Who) So where's that guy?
Who: Huh? Oh Torrin. Not a clue. I guess the KTS will be taking care of him. (Looks down as if sad but then looks ups smiling.)
Kurama: The what?
Who: (Nervously) Nothing! (chuckles weakly) So let's get this party started I want to boogie till I can't feel my feet.
Yusuke: (slyly) Actually we were just about to play a little truth or dare, followed by a game of spin the bottle, and seven minutes in haven. Are you in?
Botan & Keiko: (frowning) Yusuke!
Who: (Completely oblivious) Yea! Truth or dare, I always wanted to… I mean let's play! I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
(A/N. Urgh if you have stories to update, update. Huh? I'm getting to that. Oh right… Sorry for taking so long to update, I'll try to move faster I was just ailing bad like, crapiness out-of-characterness, whatever other "ness" I should apologize for. Enjoy if you can. Onward and upward!)
"Do you even know where you're leading us?" A now very impatient Yusuke lofted his question at Torrin, the boy's voice cutting sharply into the air. Torrin gave a wince at the spirit detective's too loud voice, but otherwise gave no reaction to the boy's question, other than taking the effort to shush him. Yusuke's eyes ticked in his aggravation, he rooted himself right in front of Torrin's walking space. "We've been following for ages now and I haven't seen any sign of Kuwabara, or anything for that matter!" Yusuke commented angrily on the lack of light in the strange tunnel area. Torrin looked at Yusuke in annoyance pressing his finger to his lips he simply shushed the boy again.
Had Yusuke been paying any attention he may have taken note of the twinge of concern of urgency in Torrin's eyes as he motioned for silence. But, Yusuke only grew more aggravated by the gesture. "Stop telling me to be qui--" Torrin, with movement that left Yusuke surprised, clapped his hand over Yusuke's mouth his voice a harsh whisper in the boy's ear. "I'm telling you for you own good, if I have to kill you to keep that big mouth of your shut then I will have no qualms about it." Yusuke's eyes grew wide at Torrin's muted but blatant threat he hadn't expected to bat demon to act in such a way, not that his manner didn't anger the boy in any case. "Now when I suggest you take the hint and keep silent before you get me killed." Torrin's words vanished leaving only the harsh disrupted echoes floating about Yusuke's head as the his hand dropped away for the boy's mouth.
Yusuke became silent, more stunned than obedient, Torrin's hand pressed roughly into Yusuke's back thrusting the boy forward a measure, stumbling feet landed the still perplexed boy into the arms of Hiei and Kurama. Both former thieves looked at Torrin with an equal amount of surprise. But, considering his earlier actions Torrin was likely only acting in such a manner because he could get away with it. Getting back at them for giving him such a rough time before.
Yusuke, regaining his bearings hefted himself out of the arms of Hiei and Kurama glaring for days at the back of Torrin. Who the hell did he think he was? That question assaulted Yusuke's mind. He stomped forward a bit his mouth opening wide to relay a most hateful message, but even before he could find the words something stifled him.
Air, enough to make everyone's ears pop, the feeling almost painful as the pressure of the atmosphere shifted. Kurama was the first to turn his head, sharply, a streak of crimson following the movements of his head, something wasn't right. Any further reactions that could have been made, other than Torrin's resentful "ugh," were swept in in a strong rush of air. It hit the unsuspecting, at least for the most part, group with such force that it lifted the four off their feet and tossed them at a dizzying speed backward carrying to a destination that they could only have imagined.
Sounds of surprise were forced out of the bodies of the spirit detectives, the overpowering rush of air had a way of doing that. Soon the Torrin, his fingers still glowing made an ineffective reach for a wall, which was the only mean of stopping his advancement. A hole had been carved in the surface as well as fingernail marks form past intruders that had also tried to impeded their fate and failed. It was no use the walls were too wide, when only a few minuets earlier they had seemed so narrow; Torrin gave a curse under his breath the speeding air allowing for little more than that.
Light began to filter into the darkened passageway, with a strobe effect. Starting off slowly back as the foursome drew closer the speed at which the passage oscillated between light and shadow quickened. Soon the sound of metal cutting into the air could be heard, not to mention the eerie sound of sharpened blades sliding against a metallic surface. A sense of unease raced through the minds of Yusuke, Hiei, and Kurama, Torrin seemed unnaturally calm in the face of his impending death, then again he always did. The four were being pushed, with no hope of stopping toward the blade of a very large fan. The blade looked jagged and rusty, with still dangerously sharp as signs of old bloodstain still showed evident upon the apparatus.
Yusuke was suddenly wishing he had been more mindful of Torrin's actions, closing his piercing brown eyes with little desire to look upon the face of his own death. Both Hiei and Kurama were still exhausting their brains trying to find a means of stopping so far they were unable to find anything, why was it Torrin seemed so serene, annoyed and perhaps disappointed, but still uncommonly serene. Somehow, Torrin must have found the dire situation entertaining as a laugh, soft and guttural rumbled in his throat. The action was more than enough to glean the attention of the three others in his company. They all had come to some startling realization that this little situation was a trap.
Torrin, who had now shifted from his more casual position on his back drifting, in a manner of speaking since the speed at which he and the spirit detectives were being pushed through the tunnel was hardly what one would consider a drift, to face the fan with a more attentive demeanor. Reaching into the folds of his vest Torrin pulled something off of his person., pressing a button, as far as those eyes that were on him were concerned. Not more than a moment later he was lobbing the object toward the fan, his arms wrapping protectively about his head once the object had left them. This, needless to say garnered a deal of curiosity, even as Torrin's voice drifted into the still racing air.
"You may wish to guard yourselves," the message had nearly missed the ears of those it had been intended for. There was a split second of shard confusion in which the eyes of Kurama, Yusuke and Hiei left their guide to roll upon each other. Not more than a moment later the object that had been hefted away from Torrin's person erupted in an explosion. The blast was powerful enough to push the suspended group back a pace. The intended target for the explosion's destructive powers had been the fan. Torrin looked noticeably disappointed when the apparatus was still in place though it's blades no longer sliced through the air with their threatening swiftness.
Giving two more creaky resolutions the still smoking blades of the fan drew to a halt. This still wouldn't do, the wind continued with its jet stream force to push the boy's hard up against the fan. First Yusuke, his head hitting hard against the arrested blades he gave a loud breathless "uuff" sound as Torrin was slammed hard against the raven haired teens abdomen, Kurama was rocketed against the mass, then lastly Hiei. Once the fire demon was torpedoed onto the mess of bodies the surface they were forcibly huddled on began to quake.
A sense of foreboding rippled through the group followed by a chorus of voices saying one simple word, "whoa." The fan fell out of place taking with it the foursome that were pressed against it in a tangled mass. They were at least able to sort themselves out before they began their drop, all expecting Torrin who using his wings as a parachute of sorts to slow his fall. Down below was a relatively small room, possibly only used for storing machinery, machinery that hadn't fallen into disuse so it seemed, even though the room had. Sparks jumped from several of the mechanical creations as power still ran through them. Torrin allowed himself to drift downward as effortlessly as a leaf riding a gentle wind. His feet touched the ground with a soft grace he looked almost like his were a dancer. Resentful gazes were offered to the bat demon form those who had hit the ground in a much less kind manner.
"Have a nice fall?" Torrin inquired pressing down his windswept hair smirking widely. Hiei and Kurama, still waiting for the pain in their feet to subside form hitting the ground so hard, had yet to rise to their normal heights. "Ravencroth where--" Kurama had started, but his voice was interrupted by an incredible enraged Yusuke, after untangling himself from the fan that had carried him downward he tackled Torrin forcing him roughly to the ground.
"What the hell was that you could've gotten us killed. Twice." Yusuke bore down at the smirking Torrin as he spoke.
"Simple tricks of the trade, Warden. Besides I'm not dead, so I believe that things worked out perfectly."
"You!"
"Hn…" Hiei's voice, for what little he had said, drew the attention of Yusuke away from Torrin. The sound of a wall crashing down to the floor as nothing more than a pile of rubble soon captured the boys' ears. Four sets of eyes watched as the silhouetted outline of some large amorphous creature came into view. A piercing screech broke into the air followed by a strange clicking as taloned feet were set upon the floor one after the other. The dust dissipated slowly revealing a large bestial looking creature. Hiei's scarlet eyes narrowed at the creature that had entered his plan of vision. "The Walken," Torrin voice in an ominous tone before looking up toward Yusuke. "Warden do you mind, I'm not at all happy with you hovering over me like this, and I think you just may be a little too comfortable with this position. Though perhaps that's why you're so eager to see the oaf. In that case, and I say this to few you can do better."
Yusuke moved standing so that he was no longer straddling Torrin, but it took and extra set of hands to keep the boy for causing the bat demon any harm a string of curses slipping from his mouth as he was restrained. The creature that Torrin had dubbed the Walken, something that distantly resembled a ball with legs, though far less comical then thought may have made such an image out to be. Those legs were large and powerful, made for running, with three large talon at the end of its toes for rending. If those muscular appendages weren't fretful enough a line of sharp barbs ran up the back of the Walken's legs, and over its spine, or the point where it was possible its spine was settled.
The creature appeared to be in a most sour mood, what had previously been an ear piercing howl was now a low ferocious growl, it set the lips of the Walken to vibrating showing off a row of fiendishly sharp teeth. As the growl grew louder more teeth were exposed the creature's mouth opening wider. Within the warm moist chasm beyond the Walken's then lips were rows upon rows of teeth they seemed to wind on forever, tiny sharpened protrusion even settled through the creatures esophagus. Saliva feel from the Walken mouth hitting the floor with a gloppy thud then a fizzle. The eyes of the Walken, a milky shade of that trademark orange color, seemed to scan the room stopping for a moment at the point where Torrin and the others stood
How is it here? Torrin thought to himself figuring the beast had escaped when the compound had fallen into disrepair allowing it to wonder about the dead passageways. he bat demon stopped his motions abruptly, the smirk he wore fading, his azure eyes looking at the creature with a gentle note of fear that he left undisclosed "Don't move," Torrin, warned in a soft yet cautionary manner, he drew out his arms and wings gating the three boys off behind him. With slow steps Torrin moved himself and the other backward, hiding behind the fallen bits of rubble and the fan that had fallen. The three spirit detectives stopped their struggle each peering at Torrin then the strange demon, that seemed to make him act so cautious.
Moving his hand up, Yusuke shifted the fingers curl around the edge of Torrin's wing to lower the protective, yet obscuring appendage for a better look. Torrin, hefting an eyebrow turned his head in a slow manner to glare at the boy, who give a fragile smile and released his wing. Once more Torrin turned his attention to the Walken his finger inclined allowing him to point more and more dust fell away and the beast seemed to survey the room. "Stay still," Torrin continued in his cautioning, "don't move, don't blink, don't breath, or even think. That's the Walken, it's vicious and powerful and if it gets a hold of you trust me… you don't even want to think about what it will do to you. Merrick made it to be the perfect killing machine: quick, agile, merciless, and bloodthirsty."
"How do you know all--"
"Quiet." Torrin raised his hand sharply, then held his breath stilling quickly, the beast, which had been advancing ever nearer to one of the machines within the room, whirled around toward the movement sniffing the air stepping forward in the direction of the hidden group. Senescing nothing it continued to advance on the machine the hum of electricity drawing the creature ever closer. That said the machine was quite far away from the hidden foursome leaving them in relative safety "Walken have very sensitive hearing but, whispering it usually can't hear, though what makes it really deadly is it's eyes. It could see a fly move it's wings from fifteen miles away.
It seemed as Torrin was given the Walken adulation for being one of the most deadly creatures ever dreamed up, the creature was set to prove the bat demon wrong. While its growl, was nothing to shake a stick at, the beast was rather far off target to induce a mood of fear. With a vicious tenacity having not cowed its prey, the machine it had been slaking, the Walken bit into the side of the metal device. The large bite mark left in the machine was impressive, certainly none of the spirit detectives want to get bitten by the Walken for its rows of teeth, and corrosive saliva, but it seemed the creature was more a threat to the machinery than it would be to them. Once more the Walken bit into the machine this time arresting the soft hum of electrical impulses that race through the device. Trying to complete its current a jolt of electricity pulsed through the Walken the creature gave a screech of pain then fell backward onto the ground.
Yusuke and his two compatriots looked at the grounded Walken dumbly, their surprise was evident. Their faces then took on dubious and questioning looks as they shifted their gaze to Torrin wondering if he was talking about the same creature they had been watching. The Walken was rolling about on its back by this point giving small pained coos sounding far more pathetic than frightening. It was nearly heartbreaking to watch.
"Some fierce and sharp-eyed hunter?" Hiei commented gruffly snaking out of the hiding space Torrin had forced himself and the others into.
"Looks pretty dumb to me."
Torrin gives a timid sort of smile then chuckles. "Oh Did I neglect to mention that, that was only in the dark. The Walken is pretty helpless otherwise. Light dulls its senses." Oh if looks could kill, Torrin chuckles as Yusuke and Kurama followed Hiei's lead moving out from behind the fan, the Walken appearing as no threat.
"Killing machine," Yusuke joked at Torrin's word. "It's almost kind cute in a gross and hideous sort of way." The boy laughed.
The Walken continued to roll about thrashing violently upon the floor the sound of voices, and smell of flesh setting off its baser instincts, as if it had other instincts than its baser ones. Using those bard upon it's back in a springboard fashion the Walken was able to get to its feet, though it still appeared to be in thrash mode. The creature crashed its head into the walls and the many machines that lined it leaving three very surprised and uncertain spirit detectives. In all the destruction the lights began to flicker, it seemed as if the creature had a plan. With one strong charge into the wall the lighting faded, soon the room was covered and darkness.
A low reverberating growl echoed through the room followed by the clicking sound as the Walken's feet hit the ground, soon the sound became null. The spirit detectives stood frozen where they stood least the creature be attracted to their movements.
( A/N Yikes! I can't think o anything to add for my second silly author's story area… Sorry about that well, guess it's off to dream up so truth and dare question for the next chapter. Major apologies for such a...for this chapter, mainly for taking so long to get it out, apologies of grammar mistakes, and can you find the words that I made up? Other then Walken. Darn slumps…)