~Chapter 2: Killer Spotted~
"What do you think that means, Urameshi?" Kuwabara was, as always, peering over his shoulder in dumbfounded confusion. "Let who's blood rain from the sky."
"Ours, apparently." Kurama answered for Yusuke, who was having flashbacks of the horrid scene he had witnessed earlier.
"Are you sure Kurama?" Hiei leapt down from the tree so quickly, so smoothly, it was just a blur.
"Whoa!" Kuwabara took a step backwards. Not from the shock of Hiei's speed, he had gotten used to that, but the meaning of what the message might mean. "Us?! What, does this have something to do with all those dead people?!" Shock and fear echoed in his face... and his trembling body.
Suddenly Yusuke's head snapped up, and his gaze was directed over the building tops, into the afternoon sky. "Kurama...." There was a tone in his voice that caused everyone to look in the same direction, then to the Kitsune.
"Yes, I know Yusuke. We are being watched." Kurama's voice was as calm as it always was. And the only thing on his pale face that changed were the position of his stunning green eyes.
"How long did it take you guys to find out?" Hiei muttered, now looking in the exact same direction.
"What, huh? Watched? I knew I wasn't just feeling things." Kuwabara's gruff voice spoke up, and a shudder ran down his spine. There it was, his famous tingle feeling.
"I sure hope Keiko made it home okay." Yusuke's gaze became caring, as he turned and faced the direction where Keiko ran off.
"Stop being such a lover boy, Urameshi!" Kuwabara's hand came down to crack down on the back of Yusuke's head, awakening him.
"Ouch, hey watch it!" A hint of a growl in his voice, Yusuke turned and glared at Kuwabara, who laughed momentarily.
"Yusuke, Watch it!" Kurama took a step forward, but Yusuke was one step ahead.
Feet pressed into the ground as he dove to the side, just avoiding what seemed to be a black streak of.. something. And it wasn't Hiei.
"KURAMA!" Hiei took a dive as well, into Kurama and sending himself and the kitsune flying off in separate directions, avoiding the same black streak.
"What are you guys doing?" Kuwabara looked down at them, confusion dotting his face, and soon, horror. "U-urameshi..."
"I'm kind of BUSY now!" Shoes scuffled against the pavement as he stood up, looking around so furiously he didn't pick up the spirit energy the others had sensed.
"Yusuke, I think it would be wise if you'd turn around..." Kurama was back to leaning against the branch, but not in a relaxed way.
"I second that!" Hiei was off like a bullet, speeding past Kuwabara and almost knocking him to the ground.
There was a gleam of light as a sword was drawn, and a loud 'CLING', the sound of two bladed weapons colliding. Hiei was obviously struggling, but wasn't about to admit it.
Yusuke turned on his heel, to face something he thought would only be seen in movies.
A figure, easily taller than Hiei, had a katana in hand, like it was about to be brought down to slice Yusuke in two, but had been blocked by Hiei's own blade and great swordsmanship. A billowing, yet heavy black cloak engulfed the entire figure, except for the face, which was concealed by shadow of the wild hair and bangs. It was hard to tell if it was youkai or ningen, male or female. But that didn't matter at the time..
There was the unbearable sound of metal against metal, and Hiei was sent flying backwards, directly into an awe-struck Kuwabara. Both hit the tree Kurama had been leaning against moments before, but the kitsune had easily gotten out of the way.
Already a rose whip was in hand of the calm fighter, made from a rose that was always kept handy. That thorny terror was unleashed with the flick of a slender wrist, and flying in the direction of the concealed figure.
Yet the figure, even in that heavy cloak, was agile enough to slip out of the way. But Yusuke was ready. Holding onto his right hand wrist, his pointer and thumb extended, a portion of spirit energy had been gathered at the tip of his finger. The blue 'light' crackled, as did his grin.
"SPIRIT GUN!" That cry rang out, all too overused when it came to Yusuke's fights.
The figure wasn't ready. The beam of spirit energy sent them flying through the air, and across the street to land. Yusuke blew on the tip of his pointer finger, like a cowboy would a hand gun, and arrogance was added to his grin.
"What do you think of that, Kuwabara?" Yusuke turned to his friend, who was getting up from the ground. Hiei was already back up in the tree, fuming in silence.
"Not as cool as my spirit swords!" Kuwabara grinned, finally, and also offered a raspy laugh. He was still short of breath from the fire/ice youkai being slammed into him. "And someday I'm going to pound you with them, Urameshi!"
"Yeah, sure Kuwabara."
"He's getting away." Hiei turned around, now looking in the direction of the fleeting and seemingly unharmed figure.
"And I thought he wanted to stick around for some more fun!" Yusuke looked over at Kurama, who was still looking in the direction of the disappeared figure. "Ehh.. Fox boy?"
"The spirit gun had almost no effect... the agility... warding off Hiei's sword..." Kurama seemed almost lost in his 'records' of the newest enemy of the spirit detective.
"No effect on him? You're kidding, right?" One hand was placed behind a geled hair cut, and eyes closed in disbelief.
"Can he actually joke? You beat that man, Urameshi! He won't be coming back!" Kuwabara moved in position, about ready to give Yusuke a head nuggie, but was stopped as Kurama spoke.
"It was a she." Kurama's voice was soft, almost lost. Was it actually... sad?
~~Next Chapter: Number Three, Kurama's Voices~
Please review, and I'll work on the next chapter.
This one is going to be gruesome, I warn you.
Oh, and not just voices.
Pictures, too.