(Author's Note: Thank you to all those who voted and gave their opinions! But only one could be decided and Snow White with Hiei and Cristy as leading parts won out! It was close.. They only won by one vote! Thanks again and don't worry.. If you want me to do another tale after this, I'll let you vote again! Oh... and since no one gave me ideas for the 7th dwarf.. There'll be only 6 dwarves)
Black Snow Foxes and Red Fire Demons pt. 1
She was a little girl with long black hair, pale skin, and crimson lips along with a black fox tail and black fox ears and red gold eyes. She walked alongside her mother holding her hand as they walked along the path that led to the gardens of their home. A warm wind blew billowing her hair and her mother's blonde locks and blonde fox tail as the flowers swayed in the breeze. Her mother wore a simple shirt and a long skirt with an apron tied to her waist and held a large basket in her hand. Her child skipped along ahead her simple brown dress flying up behind her as she skipped. Her mother kneeled by a bush of red roses and pulled out a pair of scissors. Her child walked back to her curious of what her mother was doing.
"Mama," she began. "What are you doing?"
"Pruning the roses," her mother replied.
Her child smiled and studied to the bright red roses in the basket.
"Cristy," her mother began making the small child turn to her. "Do you know how you came to be?"
Cristy, the small child, shook her head.
"Well," her mother began as she pruned another rose. "One day Mommy was out in the snow and pricked her finger on this rose bush.. Then I made a wish."
"What wish was that mommy?" Cristy asked as she watched her mother continue pruning.
"I wished to have a little girl with hair as black as ebony, skin as pale as snow, and lips as red as blood," her mother replied. "And then a few months later you were born.. And I called you Cristy."
"But everyone calls me 'Snow White' in the village," Cristy replied. "Why?"
"Because you have snow white skin, hair as black as ebony, and lips as red as blood," her mother replied as her child nodded in understanding.
"Is that how all children are born?" Cristy asked curiously. "By wishes?"
"Uh.." her mother began blushing lightly and laughing nervously. "Yes.. By wishes."
"Neat," Cristy replied innocently as she skipped off into the gardens to play.
Her mother sweat-dropped. She shrugged and sighed and continued pruning the roses.
They lived alone not far from a small demon village ruled over by a kind but vain king that lived in the large black castle in the distance. Her child's father had passed away a long time ago leaving them along in a small cottage with large gardens. She turned and watched her child run freely in the garden chasing a small butterfly under the dark eyes of the distant castle.
Looking into a mirror his clawed hands held, Karasu sat on a black throne in a dark room filled with mirrors and fine black silks the black tails of his coat falling to the floor in a black waterfall. He stood setting the mirror down and walking to a gold and jeweled mirror on the wall.
"Mirror, mirror," he rasped as he spoke to the magic mirror. "On the wall who is the fairest of them all?"
A shadowy figure's face appeared in the mirror. The features became clearer revealing an armor's mask with horns.
"You are your Majesty," replied the mirror.
"Thank you Bui," Karasu said as he walked back to his throne.
As the years past, Snow White grew more beautiful and kind. She possessed a rare beauty in which was only found in girls who could be beautiful on the outside and on the inside. Many demon boys from the village always asked for her company only to have her kindly turn them down.
Karasu studied himself in the mirror as he ran his hands through his long raven hair. 'How beautiful,' he thought as he smiled underneath his mask. He turned and walked to the magic mirror.
"Mirror, mirror," he began. "On the wall who is the fairest of them all?"
Bui's face appeared before him ready with an answer.
"You are your Highness," he replied as Karasu smiled. "But Snow White is far more fairer than you."
Quickly, Karasu's smile faded as his violet eyes grew wide.
"WHAT?!" he cried angrily.
The mirror didn't reply as it shifted its shadowy image to the face of a beautiful fox girl with long black hair, pale white skin, and blood colored lips. Karasu growled. 'I must be rid of her,' he thought jealously as he turned away from the mirror and began pacing. 'Her beauty rivals mine.' He turned back to the mirror shooting it a questioning look.
"There is a hunter," the mirror said as it changed its image once more to an orange haired cat demon with a hunting sword in his hand. "His name is Kuwabara. He is said to be able to kill anything..."
"Go on," Karasu commanded curious of the image as a plan formed in his mind.
"Fetch this hunter," Bui began as Karasu studied the image. "And have him kill Snow White.. Then you shall be the fairest once more."
"Perfect," Karasu hissed as he smiled and evil smile underneath his mask.
Quickly, he summoned a servant and commanded them to fetch the demon hunter, Kuwabara. (Author's note: ok.. You're probably thinking Kuwabaka is too much of an idiot to be that good a hunter.. Just give me a moment and you'll see..)
Kuwabara returned to his simple cottage in the woods with a large rabbit in his hands as the sun slowly set in the distance with the first diamonds of the night slowly waking. He walked to the door and found a parchment attached to the wooden door. He ripped it off the door and began to read.
"To Kuwabara the Hunter," he read aloud to himself. "His Highness requests your presence at his castle by tonight. He is in dire need or your services. Signed his Highness Karasu."
He took a studying glance at the note and found a small seal of a black crow stamped at the bottom of the page. Quickly, he set his spoils of the hunt inside his cottage and quickly made his way to the dark castle in the distance.
Karasu sat in a throne in a large black entrance hall waiting for his servants to bring him his arriving guest. He looked through a window in the hall and stared into the black abyss glittering with diamond dewdrops and swirls of milky white silk. 'Enjoy this night Snow White,' he thought as he stood walking to the window. 'For it will be your last.' He turned as he heard the sound of the large entrance doors opening.
"Your Highness," a demon servant said as he walked up to Karasu. "Kuwabara the Hunter is here to see you."
"Send him in," Karasu replied walking to his throne as the demon servant nodded.
Karasu sat down as Kuwabara walked in. Kuwabara bowed.
"Your Majesty," Kuwabara said as he stood. "It is an honor to be in your service."
"The honor is all mine," Karasu replied. "Your reputation precedes you."
"Then what is your request?" Kuwabara asked.
"A young woman," Karasu began as he stood and began pacing. "Whose beauty rivals my own.. Kill her."
Kuwabara shot him a confused look.
"She is a threat to the kingdom," He began a sly smile playing on his lips beneath his mask. "You have to destroy her. She'll use her beauty to overthrow me.. When you finish, bring me back her heart."
Kuwabara nodded falling for Karasu's lie. 'Gullible idiot,' Karasu thought. 'The finest hunter but the most gullible fool.' He chuckled softly under his mask.
"I attack tomorrow," Kuwabara said standing confidently placing a defiant hand on his heart. "For I am the great Kuwabara Kazuma!"
Karasu nodded and watched as Kuwabara left his castle. 'What a fool,' he sneered to himself as he walked back to a window looking deep into the black sky while the surrounding village and woods seemed to ring with an evil laughter.
Cristy walked around the garden a small basket of roses, fruits, and vegetables in her small, pale hands as the warm afternoon sun warmed her skin and hair. A light breeze blue billowing her long skirt in the wind. She wore a simple black dress with a small black collar and puffed sleeves and a fine red cloak of heavy fabric around her shoulders as a red ribbon wrapped around her head. She walked around the garden looking at her mother's flowers and smiling softly to herself unaware of the eyes watching her.
Kuwabara watched her through the dark and dense woods surrounding her home. Out of his pocket, he pulled out a small dagger and prepared himself to strike. He backed up slowly and ran quickly charging towards her.
Dropping her basket, Cristy jumped back in fear as the demon hunter charged from the woods headed for her his long cat claws and dagger poised to strike. She fell to the ground as he pinned her down the dagger mere centimeters from her long and pale skinned throat. Her red gold eyes filled with fear and tears as she slowly realized what would become of her as she looked deep into the hunter's eyes.
Kuwabara held her down with a firm grip as she looked up to him with fearing and crying eyes. As he looked deep into their frightened depths, he saw something. It was something that touched his cold hunter's heart as he saw her beauty both inside and out. He scrambled off her dropping his dagger to the ground and sat at her side with a large grin on his face.
"Marry me," he cried as he took her hand with a loving sparkle in his eyes. "And we shall live happily forever."
"Excuse me?!" she asked shocked as she quickly pulled her hand away. "Eeww.. No!"
Kuwabara sighed and pouted making his ugly face look uglier.
"But.. Why do you stop?" a frightened voice asked him softly. "Were you not going to kill me?"
He watched as Cristy slowly sat up tears still falling from her eyes. He reached up and dried her tears away.
"I was..." he began unsurely as he stood a determined facade showing. "But I won't.. I can't, but you are in grave danger here.. Go free... Run away and never return here."
Shakily, Cristy stood.
"Thank you," she replied happily. "Thank you."
She turned and ran into the deep woods not knowing where to run to. Kuwabara sighed then turned as he heard the grunts and oinks of pigs in a small barn and stable. An idea came to his mind as he ran and entered the stable.
"SPIRIT SWORD!" he cried as a dead pig fell to his feet.
He quickly set to work trying to free the dead heart from the pig's body.
She ran into the deep and dark woods her cloak and gown getting tangled in the branches of trees making her cry out in fear as the trees around her seemed to come to life and attack her. She screamed in fear and continued running ripping her cloak and dress as she continued forward. The trees around her seemed to reach for her and caress her skin with rough and gnarled hands as moaning and groaning and sneering faces seemed to stare at her through empty, dark eyes. She fell as her black slippers slipped into the swamp mud covering her in dirty water and mud. She continued on desperate to get away from the forest. Then, she saw a light in the distant clearing and quickly ran toward it. She cried out happily as she reached the warm sunlight in the clearing falling tiredly to her knees. She looked up and found a small cottage. Shakily, Cristy stood and walked towards the door and went inside.
It was a small and simple cottage with enough space for a family of six or seven. She looked around finding nothing of the owners except a small table with six small settings and a living room with six small chairs and a small table. 'Who lives here?' she thought as she continued looking around the small cottage. 'Children?' Then, a worried idea came to her mind. 'Are they orphans?' she thought to herself worriedly as she came to room filled with six small beds.
Nervously, she bit her lip as she looked at the beds tiredly. 'I can't,' she thought as she looked at the largest of the small beds. She yawned. 'But I'm so tired,' she thought again arguing to herself. Slowly, she walked to the bedside and sat down sinking into the soft mattress. 'So soft,' she thought as her eyes fluttered drifting between consciousness and waiting dreams. Unknowingly, as her body laid down on the bed, she fell fast asleep unaware of the small pitter-patter of footsteps entering the house.
They worked hard and tiredly in the dark mine searching for gold and jewels in the hard cave and tunnel walls. Demon dwarves hacked, clawed, and blasted the cave walls sending the gold and jewels falling from their stone depths. They wiped the sweat and dirt off their brows as the dim lanterns looked over their work. They turned to the entrance and the foreman as a bell rang out telling the work was over. The foreman, an old demon woman with fading pink hair and aging gold eyes, stood at the entrance.
"Your work is done for the day," she said as she set the bell down and place her hands behind her back. "You all may go back to the cottage now."
"Bout time that old woman let us out," a small man with black hair and brown eyes said tiredly as he carried a pick-axe over his shoulder.
"But we'll be back tomorrow Ura," a small gray haired man sighed tiredly as he looked at his tired hands and claws. "My claws hurt."
"Hm," a green skinned many eyed demon said uncaringly. "Deal with it."
"Easy for you to say Hiei," the gray haired man said. "You have a sword.. I have to use my hands."
"Hm. Learn how to use one, Toguro Ani," Hiei replied to the gray haired man.
Toguro Ani grumbled and complained under his breath.
"Quit bickering," an old voice rasped frustrated.
"Yes Genkai," the three demons sighed.
"How typical," a younger voice added. "They never commit."
A soft voice giggled.
"Young Genkai," a small blue haired woman said as she turned to a pink haired young woman with shining brown eyes. "How could you say that? They work just as hard as we do."
"Because Yukina," the younger Genkai said. "For one to be able to commit they must do the job without complaint.. They complain."
Yukina giggled again.
Tiredly, they made their way through the woods headed for their home, a simple cottage in the woods. They stepped tiredly into the small house and headed quickly for their beds wanting to rest and sleep. As they stepped into the small bedroom, they stared curiously at a small form sleeping in a small bed. Cautiously, the dwarves walked to the bed side and studied the small and dirty figure. They found a beautiful kitsune girl with black hair, black ears, and a black tail sleeping in a bed with her blood red lips slightly parted as she slept softly.
"She's beautiful," the young Genkai said as she studied the small and pale skinned figure in the bed.
"Yes," agreed the old Genkai. "But who is she?"
"Hm" Hiei said as he looked over her. "Wake her."
"No," Yukina said sternly. "She's tired let her sleep."
"I agree with the ice maiden," Toguro Ani said smiling as he walked closer to the sleeping form and ran a clawed finger along her face. "How lovely."
His touch caused her to stir. Slowly, she opened her eyes and met the dark gaze of the small dwarf Toguro Ani and the other dwarves.
Black Snow Foxes and Red Fire Demons pt. 1
She was a little girl with long black hair, pale skin, and crimson lips along with a black fox tail and black fox ears and red gold eyes. She walked alongside her mother holding her hand as they walked along the path that led to the gardens of their home. A warm wind blew billowing her hair and her mother's blonde locks and blonde fox tail as the flowers swayed in the breeze. Her mother wore a simple shirt and a long skirt with an apron tied to her waist and held a large basket in her hand. Her child skipped along ahead her simple brown dress flying up behind her as she skipped. Her mother kneeled by a bush of red roses and pulled out a pair of scissors. Her child walked back to her curious of what her mother was doing.
"Mama," she began. "What are you doing?"
"Pruning the roses," her mother replied.
Her child smiled and studied to the bright red roses in the basket.
"Cristy," her mother began making the small child turn to her. "Do you know how you came to be?"
Cristy, the small child, shook her head.
"Well," her mother began as she pruned another rose. "One day Mommy was out in the snow and pricked her finger on this rose bush.. Then I made a wish."
"What wish was that mommy?" Cristy asked as she watched her mother continue pruning.
"I wished to have a little girl with hair as black as ebony, skin as pale as snow, and lips as red as blood," her mother replied. "And then a few months later you were born.. And I called you Cristy."
"But everyone calls me 'Snow White' in the village," Cristy replied. "Why?"
"Because you have snow white skin, hair as black as ebony, and lips as red as blood," her mother replied as her child nodded in understanding.
"Is that how all children are born?" Cristy asked curiously. "By wishes?"
"Uh.." her mother began blushing lightly and laughing nervously. "Yes.. By wishes."
"Neat," Cristy replied innocently as she skipped off into the gardens to play.
Her mother sweat-dropped. She shrugged and sighed and continued pruning the roses.
They lived alone not far from a small demon village ruled over by a kind but vain king that lived in the large black castle in the distance. Her child's father had passed away a long time ago leaving them along in a small cottage with large gardens. She turned and watched her child run freely in the garden chasing a small butterfly under the dark eyes of the distant castle.
Looking into a mirror his clawed hands held, Karasu sat on a black throne in a dark room filled with mirrors and fine black silks the black tails of his coat falling to the floor in a black waterfall. He stood setting the mirror down and walking to a gold and jeweled mirror on the wall.
"Mirror, mirror," he rasped as he spoke to the magic mirror. "On the wall who is the fairest of them all?"
A shadowy figure's face appeared in the mirror. The features became clearer revealing an armor's mask with horns.
"You are your Majesty," replied the mirror.
"Thank you Bui," Karasu said as he walked back to his throne.
As the years past, Snow White grew more beautiful and kind. She possessed a rare beauty in which was only found in girls who could be beautiful on the outside and on the inside. Many demon boys from the village always asked for her company only to have her kindly turn them down.
Karasu studied himself in the mirror as he ran his hands through his long raven hair. 'How beautiful,' he thought as he smiled underneath his mask. He turned and walked to the magic mirror.
"Mirror, mirror," he began. "On the wall who is the fairest of them all?"
Bui's face appeared before him ready with an answer.
"You are your Highness," he replied as Karasu smiled. "But Snow White is far more fairer than you."
Quickly, Karasu's smile faded as his violet eyes grew wide.
"WHAT?!" he cried angrily.
The mirror didn't reply as it shifted its shadowy image to the face of a beautiful fox girl with long black hair, pale white skin, and blood colored lips. Karasu growled. 'I must be rid of her,' he thought jealously as he turned away from the mirror and began pacing. 'Her beauty rivals mine.' He turned back to the mirror shooting it a questioning look.
"There is a hunter," the mirror said as it changed its image once more to an orange haired cat demon with a hunting sword in his hand. "His name is Kuwabara. He is said to be able to kill anything..."
"Go on," Karasu commanded curious of the image as a plan formed in his mind.
"Fetch this hunter," Bui began as Karasu studied the image. "And have him kill Snow White.. Then you shall be the fairest once more."
"Perfect," Karasu hissed as he smiled and evil smile underneath his mask.
Quickly, he summoned a servant and commanded them to fetch the demon hunter, Kuwabara. (Author's note: ok.. You're probably thinking Kuwabaka is too much of an idiot to be that good a hunter.. Just give me a moment and you'll see..)
Kuwabara returned to his simple cottage in the woods with a large rabbit in his hands as the sun slowly set in the distance with the first diamonds of the night slowly waking. He walked to the door and found a parchment attached to the wooden door. He ripped it off the door and began to read.
"To Kuwabara the Hunter," he read aloud to himself. "His Highness requests your presence at his castle by tonight. He is in dire need or your services. Signed his Highness Karasu."
He took a studying glance at the note and found a small seal of a black crow stamped at the bottom of the page. Quickly, he set his spoils of the hunt inside his cottage and quickly made his way to the dark castle in the distance.
Karasu sat in a throne in a large black entrance hall waiting for his servants to bring him his arriving guest. He looked through a window in the hall and stared into the black abyss glittering with diamond dewdrops and swirls of milky white silk. 'Enjoy this night Snow White,' he thought as he stood walking to the window. 'For it will be your last.' He turned as he heard the sound of the large entrance doors opening.
"Your Highness," a demon servant said as he walked up to Karasu. "Kuwabara the Hunter is here to see you."
"Send him in," Karasu replied walking to his throne as the demon servant nodded.
Karasu sat down as Kuwabara walked in. Kuwabara bowed.
"Your Majesty," Kuwabara said as he stood. "It is an honor to be in your service."
"The honor is all mine," Karasu replied. "Your reputation precedes you."
"Then what is your request?" Kuwabara asked.
"A young woman," Karasu began as he stood and began pacing. "Whose beauty rivals my own.. Kill her."
Kuwabara shot him a confused look.
"She is a threat to the kingdom," He began a sly smile playing on his lips beneath his mask. "You have to destroy her. She'll use her beauty to overthrow me.. When you finish, bring me back her heart."
Kuwabara nodded falling for Karasu's lie. 'Gullible idiot,' Karasu thought. 'The finest hunter but the most gullible fool.' He chuckled softly under his mask.
"I attack tomorrow," Kuwabara said standing confidently placing a defiant hand on his heart. "For I am the great Kuwabara Kazuma!"
Karasu nodded and watched as Kuwabara left his castle. 'What a fool,' he sneered to himself as he walked back to a window looking deep into the black sky while the surrounding village and woods seemed to ring with an evil laughter.
Cristy walked around the garden a small basket of roses, fruits, and vegetables in her small, pale hands as the warm afternoon sun warmed her skin and hair. A light breeze blue billowing her long skirt in the wind. She wore a simple black dress with a small black collar and puffed sleeves and a fine red cloak of heavy fabric around her shoulders as a red ribbon wrapped around her head. She walked around the garden looking at her mother's flowers and smiling softly to herself unaware of the eyes watching her.
Kuwabara watched her through the dark and dense woods surrounding her home. Out of his pocket, he pulled out a small dagger and prepared himself to strike. He backed up slowly and ran quickly charging towards her.
Dropping her basket, Cristy jumped back in fear as the demon hunter charged from the woods headed for her his long cat claws and dagger poised to strike. She fell to the ground as he pinned her down the dagger mere centimeters from her long and pale skinned throat. Her red gold eyes filled with fear and tears as she slowly realized what would become of her as she looked deep into the hunter's eyes.
Kuwabara held her down with a firm grip as she looked up to him with fearing and crying eyes. As he looked deep into their frightened depths, he saw something. It was something that touched his cold hunter's heart as he saw her beauty both inside and out. He scrambled off her dropping his dagger to the ground and sat at her side with a large grin on his face.
"Marry me," he cried as he took her hand with a loving sparkle in his eyes. "And we shall live happily forever."
"Excuse me?!" she asked shocked as she quickly pulled her hand away. "Eeww.. No!"
Kuwabara sighed and pouted making his ugly face look uglier.
"But.. Why do you stop?" a frightened voice asked him softly. "Were you not going to kill me?"
He watched as Cristy slowly sat up tears still falling from her eyes. He reached up and dried her tears away.
"I was..." he began unsurely as he stood a determined facade showing. "But I won't.. I can't, but you are in grave danger here.. Go free... Run away and never return here."
Shakily, Cristy stood.
"Thank you," she replied happily. "Thank you."
She turned and ran into the deep woods not knowing where to run to. Kuwabara sighed then turned as he heard the grunts and oinks of pigs in a small barn and stable. An idea came to his mind as he ran and entered the stable.
"SPIRIT SWORD!" he cried as a dead pig fell to his feet.
He quickly set to work trying to free the dead heart from the pig's body.
She ran into the deep and dark woods her cloak and gown getting tangled in the branches of trees making her cry out in fear as the trees around her seemed to come to life and attack her. She screamed in fear and continued running ripping her cloak and dress as she continued forward. The trees around her seemed to reach for her and caress her skin with rough and gnarled hands as moaning and groaning and sneering faces seemed to stare at her through empty, dark eyes. She fell as her black slippers slipped into the swamp mud covering her in dirty water and mud. She continued on desperate to get away from the forest. Then, she saw a light in the distant clearing and quickly ran toward it. She cried out happily as she reached the warm sunlight in the clearing falling tiredly to her knees. She looked up and found a small cottage. Shakily, Cristy stood and walked towards the door and went inside.
It was a small and simple cottage with enough space for a family of six or seven. She looked around finding nothing of the owners except a small table with six small settings and a living room with six small chairs and a small table. 'Who lives here?' she thought as she continued looking around the small cottage. 'Children?' Then, a worried idea came to her mind. 'Are they orphans?' she thought to herself worriedly as she came to room filled with six small beds.
Nervously, she bit her lip as she looked at the beds tiredly. 'I can't,' she thought as she looked at the largest of the small beds. She yawned. 'But I'm so tired,' she thought again arguing to herself. Slowly, she walked to the bedside and sat down sinking into the soft mattress. 'So soft,' she thought as her eyes fluttered drifting between consciousness and waiting dreams. Unknowingly, as her body laid down on the bed, she fell fast asleep unaware of the small pitter-patter of footsteps entering the house.
They worked hard and tiredly in the dark mine searching for gold and jewels in the hard cave and tunnel walls. Demon dwarves hacked, clawed, and blasted the cave walls sending the gold and jewels falling from their stone depths. They wiped the sweat and dirt off their brows as the dim lanterns looked over their work. They turned to the entrance and the foreman as a bell rang out telling the work was over. The foreman, an old demon woman with fading pink hair and aging gold eyes, stood at the entrance.
"Your work is done for the day," she said as she set the bell down and place her hands behind her back. "You all may go back to the cottage now."
"Bout time that old woman let us out," a small man with black hair and brown eyes said tiredly as he carried a pick-axe over his shoulder.
"But we'll be back tomorrow Ura," a small gray haired man sighed tiredly as he looked at his tired hands and claws. "My claws hurt."
"Hm," a green skinned many eyed demon said uncaringly. "Deal with it."
"Easy for you to say Hiei," the gray haired man said. "You have a sword.. I have to use my hands."
"Hm. Learn how to use one, Toguro Ani," Hiei replied to the gray haired man.
Toguro Ani grumbled and complained under his breath.
"Quit bickering," an old voice rasped frustrated.
"Yes Genkai," the three demons sighed.
"How typical," a younger voice added. "They never commit."
A soft voice giggled.
"Young Genkai," a small blue haired woman said as she turned to a pink haired young woman with shining brown eyes. "How could you say that? They work just as hard as we do."
"Because Yukina," the younger Genkai said. "For one to be able to commit they must do the job without complaint.. They complain."
Yukina giggled again.
Tiredly, they made their way through the woods headed for their home, a simple cottage in the woods. They stepped tiredly into the small house and headed quickly for their beds wanting to rest and sleep. As they stepped into the small bedroom, they stared curiously at a small form sleeping in a small bed. Cautiously, the dwarves walked to the bed side and studied the small and dirty figure. They found a beautiful kitsune girl with black hair, black ears, and a black tail sleeping in a bed with her blood red lips slightly parted as she slept softly.
"She's beautiful," the young Genkai said as she studied the small and pale skinned figure in the bed.
"Yes," agreed the old Genkai. "But who is she?"
"Hm" Hiei said as he looked over her. "Wake her."
"No," Yukina said sternly. "She's tired let her sleep."
"I agree with the ice maiden," Toguro Ani said smiling as he walked closer to the sleeping form and ran a clawed finger along her face. "How lovely."
His touch caused her to stir. Slowly, she opened her eyes and met the dark gaze of the small dwarf Toguro Ani and the other dwarves.