Author's Note: This means thoughts.
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Nekoiya winced away from Tsume's mad attack. Her opponent smiled evilly and clenched her fist, her claws red with blood. Tsume's hair had come out of its bun, and proved to be dirty and unwashed. Nekoiya wrinkle her nose as the stench floated across to her. In that moment of distraction, Tsume lunged and sliced her stomach. Nekoiya grunted and reached for her sword.
"Ha, not as confident as you used to be, eh, Nekoiya?" sneered Tsume. She wiped her dirty claws on her equally (if not more so) dirty kimono, but only succeeded in slicing through the thin fabric. Her eyes narrowed. "You don't think you can take me on without your precious weapons. Shame on a demon, I say."
Nekoiya looked at the other demon in disgust. "Shut up. You're a shame, too, walking around that dirty. Come on, don't you groom at all?"
Tsume scratched her head, dislodging fleas. "Oh, I think you're one to talk about grooming, Nekoiya. Look at you. All decked up in assassin finery. It's hard to remember that we were all lost kittens back then."
"Not hard when I look at you," Nekoiya muttered. She shook herself. Dammit, I can't believe her insults are getting to me. I've lost my control. Concentrate! "Well? Let's see how good your claws are against my sword."
"Oh, hell, if she dies, the master will never forgive me," said Jaken to himself. Then he thought a bit. "But if he trusted Tsume with the sword, then it doesn't matter who brings it to him. Why, I could even bring it myself!" He looked at the Tetsusaiga, lying innocently on the ground, for all in the world a simply, rusty human sword. Then he remembered Nekoiya's gloves.
Nekoiya had remembered her gloves, too. She attacked Tsume viciously, driving her rival against a tree. But Tsume wasn't out of tricks yet. She sliced through the trunk, then darted around to the other side and pushed it in Nekoiya's direction. Nekoiya sliced it into six pieces just as Tsume shot out and grabbed the Tetsusaiga.
A wild scream echoed around the area. Tsume clutched her hand and stared at the ghostly flames on it. Then she looked back at the sword, lying innocently on the grass. She glared at Nekoiya, and then looked back at the sword.
It wasn't there.
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Short chapter, eh? Don't worry, next one'll finish this story up.
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Nekoiya winced away from Tsume's mad attack. Her opponent smiled evilly and clenched her fist, her claws red with blood. Tsume's hair had come out of its bun, and proved to be dirty and unwashed. Nekoiya wrinkle her nose as the stench floated across to her. In that moment of distraction, Tsume lunged and sliced her stomach. Nekoiya grunted and reached for her sword.
"Ha, not as confident as you used to be, eh, Nekoiya?" sneered Tsume. She wiped her dirty claws on her equally (if not more so) dirty kimono, but only succeeded in slicing through the thin fabric. Her eyes narrowed. "You don't think you can take me on without your precious weapons. Shame on a demon, I say."
Nekoiya looked at the other demon in disgust. "Shut up. You're a shame, too, walking around that dirty. Come on, don't you groom at all?"
Tsume scratched her head, dislodging fleas. "Oh, I think you're one to talk about grooming, Nekoiya. Look at you. All decked up in assassin finery. It's hard to remember that we were all lost kittens back then."
"Not hard when I look at you," Nekoiya muttered. She shook herself. Dammit, I can't believe her insults are getting to me. I've lost my control. Concentrate! "Well? Let's see how good your claws are against my sword."
"Oh, hell, if she dies, the master will never forgive me," said Jaken to himself. Then he thought a bit. "But if he trusted Tsume with the sword, then it doesn't matter who brings it to him. Why, I could even bring it myself!" He looked at the Tetsusaiga, lying innocently on the ground, for all in the world a simply, rusty human sword. Then he remembered Nekoiya's gloves.
Nekoiya had remembered her gloves, too. She attacked Tsume viciously, driving her rival against a tree. But Tsume wasn't out of tricks yet. She sliced through the trunk, then darted around to the other side and pushed it in Nekoiya's direction. Nekoiya sliced it into six pieces just as Tsume shot out and grabbed the Tetsusaiga.
A wild scream echoed around the area. Tsume clutched her hand and stared at the ghostly flames on it. Then she looked back at the sword, lying innocently on the grass. She glared at Nekoiya, and then looked back at the sword.
It wasn't there.
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Short chapter, eh? Don't worry, next one'll finish this story up.