The Dark Arts: The Forbidden Acts

The old rivals took their fighting stances. Sasai launched a few basic fireballs at Yukiko. As a counter, she used ice as a shield. Using the steam as a smokescreen, Yukiko launched herself at Sasai, Whisper Blade drawn for the kill. Metal clashed against metal; anger clashed with anger. Both fighters withdrew to a distance from each other.

Sasai: What's the point of you having the Darkness Gem if you don't use it?!

Yukiko's thoughts: I'm sorry for the life I'm about to take.

Yukiko: Dark Arts: Crimson Rain.

Yukiko's aura turned dark and the wind swirled around her. Crimson liquid spewed from the earth, turning to razor sharp projectiles, all aimed at Sasai. He seemed to be shocked as deep cuts ran across his minor body parts. He simply smiled, then turned serious.

Sasai: Wheel of Fire!

What looked like wheels erupted from a darkened sky. In all the hell-bent fire, Yukiko used the rapidly evaporating, puddles of morning dew to get behind Sasai. Slightly burned, Yukiko summoned water to her hand and slapped it over the Fire Lord's nose and mouth.

Yukiko: Drown, bitch!

Sasai heated up his elbow and drove it into Yukiko's stomach. As she arched forward, he used a kick to shove Yukiko to the ground. He grabbed her by the hair and found an angry ice demon's look. A sickening smile played on his lips as he brought his lips to hers for a rough kiss. This was returned with a right hook that sent him flying.

Yukiko: Sick, twisted son of a bitch! Dark Arts: Black Ice!

Dark icicles were used as projectiles and tore his left arm to shreds. Sasai and Yukiko had the same idea and rushed each other. Seeing this, the two took a slice then landed about twelve feet from the other. Part of Sasai's forest green shirt was slightly torn with small amounts of blood trickling out of it. The matching cut, both in size and depth, could be found on Yukiko's stomach.

Sasai: Tsk, tsk Yukiko. You made me loose a tooth or two.

Yukiko: It's an improvement.

Sasai: Fire ball!

Yukiko: Hailstorm!

The combination of fire and ice caused another uproar of steam. Another clash of metal, needles of dark ice, and the burning of skin followed suit.

Sasai: Junpacono isn't here for you anymore. Is that why it's so difficult to stomach the Forbidden Arts for you? You've become so frail.

Yukiko: He's not gone! Why don't you go shove a sword up yours! (Thoughts) Forgive me, soul I'm about to take. (Spoken) Dark Arts: Dark Pulse.

Locking onto Sasai's heartbeat, Yukiko began to poke and prod at his heart. Getting close enough, she shoved her hand through his chest, clutching his still beating heart.

Yukiko: How about I speed things up?

Sasai's pulse began to rise at an alarming rate before his heart literally exploded out of his chest. The once pale hand of the 'delicate' ice demon was stained crimson. In a last ditch effort, Sasai drove a throwing knife through Yukiko's stomach. Her body fell limp next to his.

Sasai: Let us…die…together.

Yukiko gave him the cutest 'F-U smile'.

Yukiko: Forgive me, soul…I'm about to take… Dart Arts: White Angel's Blessing.

White feathers covered Yukiko, each one acting as a healing spell for every cut and burn. Sasai's body turned to ashes and blew away in the wind. Yukiko, lying on the ground, wouldn't be able to move for a while. How many lives had she taken? How effortless had it been? What about Keyakku and rest of her friends? Were they safe?

Yukiko's questions were answered when a familiar redhead appeared from behind a house with a terrified Amaya, who looked like she needed a new pair of panties.