~Chapter Four: Kuwabara's Trail On Honor~





The constant sound of shoes batting against the concrete sidewalk, in a completely random beat.



Three boys followed behind that unmistakable boy, Urameshi's friend, Kuwabara. That stupid grin, that tall stature, and orange hair.



"So, whaddaya guys wanna do first?" Kuwabara kept on walking, but first he turned to look at his buddies.



"We're not sure Kuwabara, you're the one who always makes those decisions."



"Oh... yeah, you're right." Kuwabara threw his puzzled gaze up into the sky, and kept on walking, hands now tucked into his pockets.



That small 'gang' of boys continued on walking in silence, until...



Thud.



"Whoops, sorry miss!" Kuwabara looked up from his sitting position on the ground, at the woman who was now sending a deathly gaze in his direction.



The emotion those eyes held was almost too familar.



"Hey, guys, it's getting late. I'll caught up with you tomorrow or sumthing... kay?" That's all it took for his friends to leave.



"Listen, boy, maybe you should watch where you are going, OKAY?!" She'd toss her pure black hair off to the side and then continue talking to a very tall and muscular man, who was leaning on a bent stop sign. "Go on, continue with what you were saying..."



"I'm jus' ask'n if yer interested in me caus' you interest me...." A crooked grin overcan what could be an ogre's face, showing off teeth in bad need of braces.



Both of them seemed to have forgotten Kuwabara was still there... because in an instant...



"ECCCHHH!" He couldn't just help himself, Kuwabara that is. He took a flying step backwards, horror writen on his face as he looked down at where his feet used to be planted.



That large head, still with a crooked grin, was laying there. With no body attached. Only a crimson ring now surrounded it. And the woman was looking down at it in pleasure, a bloody katana now in her grip.



It was then he saw something... he didn't know was there before.



"Uh, miss, did you know you have... a tail?!" He was stunned, for he could do nothing but stare and talk. Could such a beautiful woman be a youkai?



"You got a problem with that? If you do, maybe you should go get your master, that Urameshi kid. Little servant boys shouldn't be out on their own!"



"Hey! I'm not that guy's servant! And how'd'you know that I even KNOW him?" He managed to make a step backwards, his hands balled into fists. Even if it came to fighting, he couldn't make himself hit her. She was a girl, after all.



"Ugly face, tall... thick headed. And that orange hair." She'd raise her katana and place the tip to his forehead, allowing the smallest nick to be make. Even still, a little droplet of blood seeped out.



Gracefully, she took her weapon and slid it into it's sheath, pleased with the amount of blood this day has brought so far. "And I know because I've seen you with those others. That baka Kurama, shrimpy little Hiei, and Urameshi. All of you will die someday. And by my hand."



"Wha-WHAT? Are you that person... but that person wasn't a girl... or.. What?" Confusion was plastered on his face. He had thought that cloaked figure was a guy... or maybe she was just watching.



"Don't ponder on it too long. You'll blow up your brain. I'll make it simple; I am that murderer. I am the one beneath the cloak. But you won't live long enough to spread word!" Suddenly, she wasn't there.



"Uh.." He still felt her presence as close as ever, and dived to the side just in the nick of time.



She snarled as she took a step forward, bringing that katana blade down in a vertical motion, as to cleave off his shoulder, but was blocked by.. That infamous spirit sword.



"I don't want to fight you... so just back off and go pick on Kurama or something, he looks like your type." He would huff, and then draw back his spirit sword, letting the energy disappear. "You're both Kitsunes, right?"



"What does it matter to you! Now fight, for I don't like it when my prey doesn't try to keep their life!" She'd make another swing, out of anger, only to let it be easily dodged by him once more. The anger was clouding her judgment so she wasn't fighting with even half of her potential.



"No. I don't fight girls!" He'd step side to side, glad that no one happen to be on the streets. He'd look pretty stupid to them.



"You will soon!" She'd make a cleaving motion towards his neck, only to have it dodged to the left. But she was ready. Her blade was then, in a swift motion, sheathed in the same moment her free hand curled around Kuwabara's neck. Her other hand soon joined in trying to crush his windpipe, with no sword to hold.



Kuwabara's hands would fly up to his neck, trying to pry the woman's hands from around his neck. It was hard to breath, and already things were starting to get dark, since she had snagged him after an exhaling breath.



Out of options, he had no other choice. His right hand moved away, curled into a fist, and was sent flying forward to strike her in the side of the face. The shock caused her to release him, and reach up to her cheek. Which was bleeding?



He looked down at his hands, and realized the reason why. There was a small weapon on his hands. He thought for a moment, and then grinned. The woman was going to try and preice his neck with that weapon, but when he was trying to move her away, he had somehow got the weapon stuck to his shirt sleeve. Then it fell into his hands and... the rest was evident.



"BASTARD! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, ALONG WITH YOUR BAKA FRIENDS!" And then.. She was gone.



"Good ridance. Err..I better not tell anyone that I hit her..." He'd glance around once, to once again make sure no one was around, and then headed off to find his friends.



~Next Chapter: Number 5, The Arrogance Of Hiei~



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