*Anemone's room...Anemone's tuning her guitar, Mirai Trunks is steadying the volume to his turn-tables, and Kurama's at the keyboard practicing scales very smoothly and quickly...Hiei's in the tree-limb just outside the window, tapping his drum-sticks against the tree as he waits for the practice session to begin*
Hiei: *pricks slightly, calmly leans in through the window* Onna...my Onna and the irritating other Onna are coming.
Anemone: hn? Oh...okey dokey, then, Flames. *Hiei rolls eyes and blurs into the room*
Kurama: *stops playing* what song shall we mimic for our next performance?
Anemone: Future? Any ideas?
Mirai Trunks: *pauses in thought, really cute expression of indecisiveness...slowly faces the group* how about...The Only by Static X?
Anemone: SWEET! I LOVE that song!! *turns for Kurama and Hiei* What about you two?! Huh?! Huh?! HUH?!
Kurama and Hiei: *blink, side-glance to each other, blink back at her*
Kurama: ^_^; that sounds like you'd enjoy yourself, Mones...I'll partake.
Hiei: –_–; hn. Whatever...
Anemone: YAY! It's a good song. Yup. Yup it is. Yup...
Mirai Trunks: hey Hiei-
Hiei: -hn? What?
Mirai Trunks: didn't you say that Anneliese and Ellen were-
*-Ellen pounds into the room, smacking Trunks upside the head with the door and he collapses, clutching hard to his head...Ellen sprints into the center of the room, shooting paint-balls after her with her handy-dandy paint-ball gun...Anneliese looks pissy as she runs in, and Ellen yelps, shooting more and more...Trunks eventually manages to stand up*
Anneliese: ELLEN! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!
Ellen: FOR THE RECORD, IT'S MY JOB! *bang*
All else: O_O;;
Kurama: *grabs Anemone and ducks from an onslaught of paint-balls*
Anneliese: UGH! *turns to others* SHE ALREADY SCHEDULED US ANOTHER GIG!!
All: O_O;;; WHAT?!
Ellen: *bang* *it hits the now still Anneliese in the arm, and she slowly turns to glare at Ellen* *REALLY long pause*
Hiei: *pissed off glare* why the HELL do you do things like this, Onna?
Ellen: *twiddles fingers sheepishly* ...I dunno...
Anemone: UGH! *tears away from Kurama, collapses on the floor, stares up at the ceiling* ...when is it?
Ellen: *shifty eyes* ...uh...
Mirai Trunks: *rubs eyes with thumb and index finger, groans* ...let me guess...tonight?
Ellen: WOW! *beams* you guys really DO know me!!
All: ELLEN!!
Kurama: *slumps on keyboard* this'll be a doozy...
Anemone: *still lying on the floor* ...no freakin' duh...
Kurama: well, band-mates? Shall we work into our song?
Hiei: ...never call me a 'band-mate' ever again, Kitsune...*sits to his drummer's stool*
Kurama: ^_^; fair enough...what of you three? *turns to Anneliese, Mirai Trunks, and Anemone* Ready to begin our session?
Anemone: *sigh, stands up, tunes guitar* yeah, sure...
Mirai Trunks: *cracks neck, fiddles with turn-tables* I'm game.
Anneliese: we'd better start practicing now...*whips out her bass guitar* ...you guys ready?
All: yeah sure/I suppose/hn/let's go...
Ellen: YEAH! LET'S GET TO IT! WOO! YEAH!
All: *sweatdrop*
Anneliese: –_–; Ellen go to that far corner and feel ashamed of yourself for doing this to us.
Ellen: *bows head in shame* okay...
Mirai Trunks and Kurama: O_O; *blink slowly to each other*
Hiei: *smirk at Anneliese's handiwork* ...Onna I love you.
Anneliese: :-D
Anemone: *smacks face* okay can we get back to business?! Band practice, people!
All: right!
Ellen: *in the far corner, back to others* hell yeah!
Anemone: *turns to readers* new chapter, hot and slowly cooling...get at it before it gets stale!
Kurama: *playing keyboard*
All: ...
Kurama: *still playing*
All: ...?
Kurama: *still playing*
Mirai Trunks: *COUGH...*
Kurama: *slowly opens eyes, realizes everyone is looking at him* ...
All: ...?
Kurama: ...OH! Heh...^_^;; Chapter 13, enjoy.
Chapter 13: The Privacy of Training
Heavy breaths...ninja-like steps...stealth...grace...silence...light smogging his features for the briefest of seconds...shadows darkening the eerily calm, yet narrowed contours of his face. He sped viciously through the wooded span, his steps barely shifting the leaves underfoot in brilliant accuracy.
"Found you," a sensual, smug voice stung against the air...and a frame of knuckles bashed against his face.
He flew through the air, tearing against the wind at the force of her punch...and rammed to a tree, the bark and underlining wood splintering off in jagged snags. His violent emerald eyes narrowed at her, and he allowed his head to bow under influence of exhaust...the flashing brilliance of his eyes never dimmed...but were hidden under his violent frays of sapphire locks.
"...owwww..." Kisho moaned lowly, his expression taut. "Yeesh Ryuu didya hafta hit so hard?!"
"Hn..." was the she-Dragon's only response as she stepped from the velvety shadows to the dim light of the forest clearing. Her skin was all the fairer in the moonlit area, and her spiky raven hair laced itself gracefully into the passing wind. Her smirk never faltered, and her naturally acute ruby stare gazed to him playfully. "Come now, sparring partner...I know quite well you can fight better than THAT..."
"Feh...why do we hafta train anyway?" he tore from his dent to the tree, rolling his shoulder a few times in it's tight, sore socket. He cracked his neck and settled to the ground in a sit, leaning against the tree and locking eyes to the painted sky above.
"Because, Kisho...we have to establish ourselves as useful in our fathers' conquests...I refuse to endanger my Father any more than need be when I could be of assistance." Ryuuhayai spat primly, her arms tucked firmly behind her the entire while.
"...my Dad would never hear of such a thing...me fighting along side with him? I bet he regrets ever training me and Ai in the first place..." Kisho sighed slowly, his eyes dimming of attention.
A pause shared between Dragon and Fox-Wolf, as the bluette stared longingly for the sky. His heart tugged hard, tense and taut in sadness and pain.
"...I'm really worried...Hiei once told me...they all nearly died...trying to stop Grapko the first time around..." Kisho curled himself against his dent to the tree, and allowed his very soul to saturate his eyes in acuteness.
Suddenly, he pricked, and whipped in a duck...just avoiding Ryuuhayai's grazing punch. Her jagged fist bashed against the tense density of the tree, and it split into two even entities, slipping smoothly in opposite directions and smacking to the ground.
Kisho gaped slightly at her brilliant handiwork, and she jerked in a glare at him.
"Laziness is not an option!" she seethed. "You worry and wish not to train because of lack of approval on Kurama's part?! Despite Kurama's paranoia, we must pursue this! True our fathers were the strongest of the Rekai Tenkai...but they are getting steadily older...do you truly wish for them to attempt at Grapko and get killed?!"
"Are YOU certain they'll die?!" Kisho spat angrily, scrambling viciously to a stand...his height vastly exceeded hers...and for the first time ever...she looked...fragile.
"...I did not say they'd die!" she roared in her particular way, seeming just as intimidating and superior as ever...had there not been the age gap...he may have been her immediate equal...but he cringed nonetheless at her roar, and reluctantly turned to face her again with narrowed eyes. "I merely fear and expect the worst! I do not allow myself to believe all will turn out well when there is the obvious factor that it may NOT!"
Neither seemed tolerable of the other's presence...they were both hot with anger...
Her face was tense, reddened at the temples...she refused to give in to hope...she had to trust reason...probability...the chances of her father winning were slim...she knew there was little to hope for...she had to keep a clear head...she knew hope was useless...
Kisho was the exact opposite...he had the utmost faith in Kurama, and in Hiei...in Yusuke...in Ryooki...he knew their chances of success were dangerously narrow...but he couldn't stand the thought of his father failing...not Kurama...not the most dependable of Rekai Tenkai...he couldn't fail...he couldn't...die...
Kisho's face tightened in denial... "No! They wouldn't need us, they're stronger than reason! You know that, Ryuu!"
"Grow up!" she barked...Kisho was taken aback slightly, eyeing the angered, frustrated girl before him...in the farthest depths of her corrosive eyes...he caught a glimpse...of fear.
"You don't get it, do you, Blue?!" she hissed, jerking away...he swore he saw crystalline beads rip from her taut eyes as she tore for the side...and he pricked.
'Tears?!' he thought in shock.
A tugging sensation tampered to his heart...and he felt the need to...touch her...he pricked, and shame kept him to himself, away from the girl with the violently jagged aura. He could feel her hold her trembling emotions...he could feel her...yearning...for security. For the hope...the hope she had never allowed herself to have.
Reason was the only means of living for her. Facts. Truth. Probability. Skill. Chance. Strength. Never hope. Hope was for the weak...for the needy...for those who didn't focus on the blatant truths of a situation. But...was hope truly that bad? Could it seriously only lead to pain? ...to sadness? ...to disappointment...?
She pricked...for she was slowly enveloped in a tender hug. She blinked upwards, and saw Kisho...he cradled his cheek into her hair, and a dreamy, sleepy look caught to his face...his beautiful face...again she pricked, and redness burned to her now denying expression. Kisho's arms were warm and gentle, calming...soothing...so...kind.
Kisho felt Ryuuhayai's rigid form slowly ease in his hold, and he smiled tiredly. He nestled all the tighter...it was so comfortable. Her form against his...it felt so...right.
Slowly he felt a pressure return against him...she was embracing him back. Kisho pricked just slightly, and felt a singe spark against the smooth slope of his nose...but he smiled gently, and tightened around her.
"...it's okay...Hayai..." he breathed softly, his words ruffling against her bushy mane. Her tensed form loosened a bit more at his words, and he could sense her face burning taut in a reluctant blush. He chuckled calmly into her black hair, which he had to lean downwards slightly to reach.
Again her scent loomed into his flared nostrils...and again he couldn't help but inhale the smooth aroma. His sense of smell was sharper than reason could have allowed...and he took immense advantage over that. He smiled dreamily as he held his friend, calming her frazzled, angered senses and slowly softening her rugged aura.
Suddenly, he felt a violent jerk at his collar, and found himself to his knees, gaping wide-eyed into narrowed slits of flaming ruby. He cringed...she wasn't too happy with him...
Clenched firmly in her tense, milky hold, was his tie and collar, and swallowing had increased dramatically in difficulty.
"Listen here, Minamino!" she barked coarsely...and he cringed harder. Whenever she said his last name, it was never good. "...I may have hugged you back but that DOESN'T mean you can go and freakin' smell my hair!!"
And with that she dealt a very firm elbow to the region between the stomach and rubs...he gaped in pain, the air having been vacuumed straight from his inhale. He collapsed to the ground, clutching to the swelling bruise and struggling to breath.
"...SORRY!" he managed to gasp in a viciously dry wheeze. Ryuuhayai angrily whirled in her footing and thread her arms across her chest, primly shooting her nose in the air and walking briskly away.
"HAYAI!" he coughed and sputtered, his breath slowly returning to him. She continued in her spry walk, ignoring him haughtily. He collapsed in defeat, moaning loudly. "At LEAST come back so we can finish our sparring session!!" he called after her in hope...but her steps kept meshing to the leaves underfoot, and continued to carry her away. Again his head fell to the ground in despair, and he moaned all the louder.
Suddenly, he pricked, and whirled around just in time to see a fist to his face. The impact of knuckle to his nose instantly jerked consciousness from his reach, and he fell into bracing arms, which slid away into the shadows...carrying the now unconscious Fox-Wolf to beyond the dimension of humans.
Ryuuhayai muttered angrily to herself, spitting out venomous rants about the youngest of their generation...until she pricked, and jerked to look back for the clearing with widened red eyes. She blurred against tangible reality in a sprint, and skid to a rugged stop in the compact dirt...her nostrils flared as she caught hold to it...to the scent...of Kisho's blood.
She growled to herself, and sped off in search for Ai. 'Dammit, Kisho! Can't take care of himself...he's going to get himself killed! He already got the kidnaping out of the way...damn him!' she scolded herself for having ever abandoned him...for having ever elbowed him and rendering him useless for the immediate fifteen minutes after contact...she cursed herself violently, and her only visible aspect in her run was her violent, raging aura of angered ki.
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Hey! What did you think? TELL ME!! Review! Tell me your favorite part! Lol I subconsciously made this the most important couple, didn't I? Well, no matter how much I was aiming at Ai to be the main character, despite her importance, her pairing with Yukio isn't as interesting as Kisho and Ryuu, is it? Lol c'mon! Daughter of Hiei and son of Kurama, of course it's gonna subconsciously revolve around them! Ha! But don't worry...it's still a tad more bout Ai...I guess...dunno? ^_^;; Review! I wuv this couple...lol...latr!!
Hiei: *pricks slightly, calmly leans in through the window* Onna...my Onna and the irritating other Onna are coming.
Anemone: hn? Oh...okey dokey, then, Flames. *Hiei rolls eyes and blurs into the room*
Kurama: *stops playing* what song shall we mimic for our next performance?
Anemone: Future? Any ideas?
Mirai Trunks: *pauses in thought, really cute expression of indecisiveness...slowly faces the group* how about...The Only by Static X?
Anemone: SWEET! I LOVE that song!! *turns for Kurama and Hiei* What about you two?! Huh?! Huh?! HUH?!
Kurama and Hiei: *blink, side-glance to each other, blink back at her*
Kurama: ^_^; that sounds like you'd enjoy yourself, Mones...I'll partake.
Hiei: –_–; hn. Whatever...
Anemone: YAY! It's a good song. Yup. Yup it is. Yup...
Mirai Trunks: hey Hiei-
Hiei: -hn? What?
Mirai Trunks: didn't you say that Anneliese and Ellen were-
*-Ellen pounds into the room, smacking Trunks upside the head with the door and he collapses, clutching hard to his head...Ellen sprints into the center of the room, shooting paint-balls after her with her handy-dandy paint-ball gun...Anneliese looks pissy as she runs in, and Ellen yelps, shooting more and more...Trunks eventually manages to stand up*
Anneliese: ELLEN! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!
Ellen: FOR THE RECORD, IT'S MY JOB! *bang*
All else: O_O;;
Kurama: *grabs Anemone and ducks from an onslaught of paint-balls*
Anneliese: UGH! *turns to others* SHE ALREADY SCHEDULED US ANOTHER GIG!!
All: O_O;;; WHAT?!
Ellen: *bang* *it hits the now still Anneliese in the arm, and she slowly turns to glare at Ellen* *REALLY long pause*
Hiei: *pissed off glare* why the HELL do you do things like this, Onna?
Ellen: *twiddles fingers sheepishly* ...I dunno...
Anemone: UGH! *tears away from Kurama, collapses on the floor, stares up at the ceiling* ...when is it?
Ellen: *shifty eyes* ...uh...
Mirai Trunks: *rubs eyes with thumb and index finger, groans* ...let me guess...tonight?
Ellen: WOW! *beams* you guys really DO know me!!
All: ELLEN!!
Kurama: *slumps on keyboard* this'll be a doozy...
Anemone: *still lying on the floor* ...no freakin' duh...
Kurama: well, band-mates? Shall we work into our song?
Hiei: ...never call me a 'band-mate' ever again, Kitsune...*sits to his drummer's stool*
Kurama: ^_^; fair enough...what of you three? *turns to Anneliese, Mirai Trunks, and Anemone* Ready to begin our session?
Anemone: *sigh, stands up, tunes guitar* yeah, sure...
Mirai Trunks: *cracks neck, fiddles with turn-tables* I'm game.
Anneliese: we'd better start practicing now...*whips out her bass guitar* ...you guys ready?
All: yeah sure/I suppose/hn/let's go...
Ellen: YEAH! LET'S GET TO IT! WOO! YEAH!
All: *sweatdrop*
Anneliese: –_–; Ellen go to that far corner and feel ashamed of yourself for doing this to us.
Ellen: *bows head in shame* okay...
Mirai Trunks and Kurama: O_O; *blink slowly to each other*
Hiei: *smirk at Anneliese's handiwork* ...Onna I love you.
Anneliese: :-D
Anemone: *smacks face* okay can we get back to business?! Band practice, people!
All: right!
Ellen: *in the far corner, back to others* hell yeah!
Anemone: *turns to readers* new chapter, hot and slowly cooling...get at it before it gets stale!
Kurama: *playing keyboard*
All: ...
Kurama: *still playing*
All: ...?
Kurama: *still playing*
Mirai Trunks: *COUGH...*
Kurama: *slowly opens eyes, realizes everyone is looking at him* ...
All: ...?
Kurama: ...OH! Heh...^_^;; Chapter 13, enjoy.
Chapter 13: The Privacy of Training
Heavy breaths...ninja-like steps...stealth...grace...silence...light smogging his features for the briefest of seconds...shadows darkening the eerily calm, yet narrowed contours of his face. He sped viciously through the wooded span, his steps barely shifting the leaves underfoot in brilliant accuracy.
"Found you," a sensual, smug voice stung against the air...and a frame of knuckles bashed against his face.
He flew through the air, tearing against the wind at the force of her punch...and rammed to a tree, the bark and underlining wood splintering off in jagged snags. His violent emerald eyes narrowed at her, and he allowed his head to bow under influence of exhaust...the flashing brilliance of his eyes never dimmed...but were hidden under his violent frays of sapphire locks.
"...owwww..." Kisho moaned lowly, his expression taut. "Yeesh Ryuu didya hafta hit so hard?!"
"Hn..." was the she-Dragon's only response as she stepped from the velvety shadows to the dim light of the forest clearing. Her skin was all the fairer in the moonlit area, and her spiky raven hair laced itself gracefully into the passing wind. Her smirk never faltered, and her naturally acute ruby stare gazed to him playfully. "Come now, sparring partner...I know quite well you can fight better than THAT..."
"Feh...why do we hafta train anyway?" he tore from his dent to the tree, rolling his shoulder a few times in it's tight, sore socket. He cracked his neck and settled to the ground in a sit, leaning against the tree and locking eyes to the painted sky above.
"Because, Kisho...we have to establish ourselves as useful in our fathers' conquests...I refuse to endanger my Father any more than need be when I could be of assistance." Ryuuhayai spat primly, her arms tucked firmly behind her the entire while.
"...my Dad would never hear of such a thing...me fighting along side with him? I bet he regrets ever training me and Ai in the first place..." Kisho sighed slowly, his eyes dimming of attention.
A pause shared between Dragon and Fox-Wolf, as the bluette stared longingly for the sky. His heart tugged hard, tense and taut in sadness and pain.
"...I'm really worried...Hiei once told me...they all nearly died...trying to stop Grapko the first time around..." Kisho curled himself against his dent to the tree, and allowed his very soul to saturate his eyes in acuteness.
Suddenly, he pricked, and whipped in a duck...just avoiding Ryuuhayai's grazing punch. Her jagged fist bashed against the tense density of the tree, and it split into two even entities, slipping smoothly in opposite directions and smacking to the ground.
Kisho gaped slightly at her brilliant handiwork, and she jerked in a glare at him.
"Laziness is not an option!" she seethed. "You worry and wish not to train because of lack of approval on Kurama's part?! Despite Kurama's paranoia, we must pursue this! True our fathers were the strongest of the Rekai Tenkai...but they are getting steadily older...do you truly wish for them to attempt at Grapko and get killed?!"
"Are YOU certain they'll die?!" Kisho spat angrily, scrambling viciously to a stand...his height vastly exceeded hers...and for the first time ever...she looked...fragile.
"...I did not say they'd die!" she roared in her particular way, seeming just as intimidating and superior as ever...had there not been the age gap...he may have been her immediate equal...but he cringed nonetheless at her roar, and reluctantly turned to face her again with narrowed eyes. "I merely fear and expect the worst! I do not allow myself to believe all will turn out well when there is the obvious factor that it may NOT!"
Neither seemed tolerable of the other's presence...they were both hot with anger...
Her face was tense, reddened at the temples...she refused to give in to hope...she had to trust reason...probability...the chances of her father winning were slim...she knew there was little to hope for...she had to keep a clear head...she knew hope was useless...
Kisho was the exact opposite...he had the utmost faith in Kurama, and in Hiei...in Yusuke...in Ryooki...he knew their chances of success were dangerously narrow...but he couldn't stand the thought of his father failing...not Kurama...not the most dependable of Rekai Tenkai...he couldn't fail...he couldn't...die...
Kisho's face tightened in denial... "No! They wouldn't need us, they're stronger than reason! You know that, Ryuu!"
"Grow up!" she barked...Kisho was taken aback slightly, eyeing the angered, frustrated girl before him...in the farthest depths of her corrosive eyes...he caught a glimpse...of fear.
"You don't get it, do you, Blue?!" she hissed, jerking away...he swore he saw crystalline beads rip from her taut eyes as she tore for the side...and he pricked.
'Tears?!' he thought in shock.
A tugging sensation tampered to his heart...and he felt the need to...touch her...he pricked, and shame kept him to himself, away from the girl with the violently jagged aura. He could feel her hold her trembling emotions...he could feel her...yearning...for security. For the hope...the hope she had never allowed herself to have.
Reason was the only means of living for her. Facts. Truth. Probability. Skill. Chance. Strength. Never hope. Hope was for the weak...for the needy...for those who didn't focus on the blatant truths of a situation. But...was hope truly that bad? Could it seriously only lead to pain? ...to sadness? ...to disappointment...?
She pricked...for she was slowly enveloped in a tender hug. She blinked upwards, and saw Kisho...he cradled his cheek into her hair, and a dreamy, sleepy look caught to his face...his beautiful face...again she pricked, and redness burned to her now denying expression. Kisho's arms were warm and gentle, calming...soothing...so...kind.
Kisho felt Ryuuhayai's rigid form slowly ease in his hold, and he smiled tiredly. He nestled all the tighter...it was so comfortable. Her form against his...it felt so...right.
Slowly he felt a pressure return against him...she was embracing him back. Kisho pricked just slightly, and felt a singe spark against the smooth slope of his nose...but he smiled gently, and tightened around her.
"...it's okay...Hayai..." he breathed softly, his words ruffling against her bushy mane. Her tensed form loosened a bit more at his words, and he could sense her face burning taut in a reluctant blush. He chuckled calmly into her black hair, which he had to lean downwards slightly to reach.
Again her scent loomed into his flared nostrils...and again he couldn't help but inhale the smooth aroma. His sense of smell was sharper than reason could have allowed...and he took immense advantage over that. He smiled dreamily as he held his friend, calming her frazzled, angered senses and slowly softening her rugged aura.
Suddenly, he felt a violent jerk at his collar, and found himself to his knees, gaping wide-eyed into narrowed slits of flaming ruby. He cringed...she wasn't too happy with him...
Clenched firmly in her tense, milky hold, was his tie and collar, and swallowing had increased dramatically in difficulty.
"Listen here, Minamino!" she barked coarsely...and he cringed harder. Whenever she said his last name, it was never good. "...I may have hugged you back but that DOESN'T mean you can go and freakin' smell my hair!!"
And with that she dealt a very firm elbow to the region between the stomach and rubs...he gaped in pain, the air having been vacuumed straight from his inhale. He collapsed to the ground, clutching to the swelling bruise and struggling to breath.
"...SORRY!" he managed to gasp in a viciously dry wheeze. Ryuuhayai angrily whirled in her footing and thread her arms across her chest, primly shooting her nose in the air and walking briskly away.
"HAYAI!" he coughed and sputtered, his breath slowly returning to him. She continued in her spry walk, ignoring him haughtily. He collapsed in defeat, moaning loudly. "At LEAST come back so we can finish our sparring session!!" he called after her in hope...but her steps kept meshing to the leaves underfoot, and continued to carry her away. Again his head fell to the ground in despair, and he moaned all the louder.
Suddenly, he pricked, and whirled around just in time to see a fist to his face. The impact of knuckle to his nose instantly jerked consciousness from his reach, and he fell into bracing arms, which slid away into the shadows...carrying the now unconscious Fox-Wolf to beyond the dimension of humans.
Ryuuhayai muttered angrily to herself, spitting out venomous rants about the youngest of their generation...until she pricked, and jerked to look back for the clearing with widened red eyes. She blurred against tangible reality in a sprint, and skid to a rugged stop in the compact dirt...her nostrils flared as she caught hold to it...to the scent...of Kisho's blood.
She growled to herself, and sped off in search for Ai. 'Dammit, Kisho! Can't take care of himself...he's going to get himself killed! He already got the kidnaping out of the way...damn him!' she scolded herself for having ever abandoned him...for having ever elbowed him and rendering him useless for the immediate fifteen minutes after contact...she cursed herself violently, and her only visible aspect in her run was her violent, raging aura of angered ki.
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Hey! What did you think? TELL ME!! Review! Tell me your favorite part! Lol I subconsciously made this the most important couple, didn't I? Well, no matter how much I was aiming at Ai to be the main character, despite her importance, her pairing with Yukio isn't as interesting as Kisho and Ryuu, is it? Lol c'mon! Daughter of Hiei and son of Kurama, of course it's gonna subconsciously revolve around them! Ha! But don't worry...it's still a tad more bout Ai...I guess...dunno? ^_^;; Review! I wuv this couple...lol...latr!!