*Anemone's room...everyone's practicing diligently, and there's been a lot of progress...Ellen, who had been sentenced to stand in the corner...well...she fell asleep against the wall, still standing*
Ellen: ...zzzzzzzzzz...*mumble-mumble* Jesse...zzz...
All: –_–;;
Anemone: *cracks neck* well, I think we're ready to get to the club.
All else: ?!
Anemone: ...? What?
Mirai Trunks: *cough* hem...uh, Mones? Are you sure you can do this...?
Anemone: *blinky* ...?
Hiei: Onna the last time we performed you fell from consciousness...
Anemone: *mutters to herself as she tries to remember, pricks* ...ooooh...^_^; heh...oh yeah...
Kurama: well, I'm sure that she'd be fine if we pack a decent supply of paper bags-
Hiei: -and if we bring this... *holds up a bottle of Irish Whiskey*
Mirai Trunks: O_O;;...*ki blasts it*
Hiei: ...*holding a broken bottle neck*...*glares at Trunks* Saiyan, I knew you were a boy scout, but seriously! I'M of drinking age-
Mirai Trunks: do NONE of you remember what happened the LAST time Hiei guzzled her with alcohol?!
Kurama and Anneliese: *blinky, side-glance each other, shrug*
Mirai Trunks: –_–;; *little vein pulsing in his frustration* she got drunk and it totally ruined her focus!!
Kurama: *blink* ...all I remember is your future counterpart appearing and yelling at us.
Hiei and Anneliese: yeah/hn/true/that's all I remember...
Ellen: ...zzz-JESSE!!!
All: ...?
Ellen: ...*long pause* ...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
All: –_–;;
Mirai Trunks: look...no alcohol...no drugs...nothing besides paper bags!
Anemone: I don't see why you're worrying so much...I'm sure I'll be just fine...!
*fast-forward to backstage of p3*
Anemone: *breathing really hard into a paper bag*
Mirai Trunks: *rubbing her back* –_–;;
Anemone: *bag pops*
All: ...
Kurama: *sigh* are you certain we can't give her anything to soothe her senses? *Mirai Trunks calmly helps her hold another bag to her face*
Hiei: *growling in the far corner* her damn hormones! I can feel her damned aura from here! And it hurts!
Anneliese: *checking the equipment over* hmm...why do I feel like there's something missing?
Kurama: hm? What do you mean, Anneliese?
*back at Anemone's house*
Ellen: *leaning against corner sleeping* zzz...*snort*...zzz...*mumble*...zzz-Jesse...? *slowly wakes up, rubs eyes, and turns around...notices entire house is dark and abandoned*
Outside in the night: AHHHHHHHHH!!! THEY ABANDONED ME!!!!
*p3*
Mirai Trunks and Kurama: *glance at each other, blink, think really hard, shrug*
Kurama: I'm certain we have everything...
Hiei: *pricks* hn? *starts looking around*
Mirai Trunks: what is it Hiei?
Hiei: ...does anyone else notice...how much...quieter...it is...?
Anemone: *bag pops* ELLEN!!
All: *gape*
Mirai Trunks and Kurama: *side-glance, wince*
Mirai Trunks: ...she's not gonna be that happy...*door suddenly pounds open, and there she is...an eerie blast of lightening cracks behind her, and she glares murderously*
Anemone: not good NOT GOOD! *sprints for the stage*
Mirai Trunks and Kurama: *side-glance each other, follow*
Hiei: *blurs*
Anneliese: *shifty eyes* *whispers over shoulder* guys?!
Ellen: how could you just leave me?!?!
Anneliese: ...er...*long pause, runs like hell*
Ellen: meunaghasdgdstddjf!!! *looks as if she's about to combust in anger*
Anemone: *slowly sneaks back behind Ellen, uploads chapter, and runs back to stage* *whisper* enjoy!!
Chapter 14: Attack the Young
Quivering motions, a taut face...emerald glossed over in pain-stricken, subconscious tears, and they slowly bobbed open...scanning through the blinding darkness, fear was the first emotion to beat rapidly through his fragile system...he jerked in all directions, his ponytail disheveled and loose, the sapphire locks spiking over his widened, terror-stricken eyes.
"Holy shit where am I?!" Kisho whispered coarsely, even his wolf-like eyes blind in the swallowing pits of blackness around him. Intense, swollen throbs of pain shot in mad pulses through his wrists and ankles...and he had but one glance to know why. He gaped in pain and terror...for digging through his toast-ivory flesh and snagging into the dense muscle...was an arrow.
He pricked, and jerked to face both ankles and the counter arm...he found all of the same fate, dug into with arrows. He wriggled and jerked madly, grunts of frustrated agony chaffing in the depths of his throat.
"You don't want to do that..." an eerie voice snapped against the air, pricking his attention...near instantly he jerked to a roar of fury, wrestling against the stone wall he was stabbed into.
"...oh, the young never listen..." the voice fussed in annoyance, then the youth could sense the outline of a mocking smirk. Kisho snarled threateningly, his tail rigid in anger and ruffled in rage. "...nice mood ring ya got there..."
The bluette spat for the side, his glare dangerously narrow and bubbling in poisonous green. His expression low and narrow, he glared murderously into the darkness engulfing him.
"Now, now, my boy...! Calmness is your father's best attribute...where'd all this recklessness come from?"
Kisho growled in a very wolf-like way, and smirked in even more so a wolf-like way. "My mother was never one for sitting still, I suppose..."
"Ah...A.D.D?" the counter sneered, and pulsed in a chuckle at the youth's rigid, thoroughly violent response.
"Who the hell are you?!" Kisho roared through grit fangs...fangs honed by his reckless anger...only slightly hereditary, mostly of his youthful nature of instinctive violence and growls.
"Well, you were MUCH calmer around that gothic miss, now weren't you?" the voice scoffed. Kisho pricked slightly at Ryuuhayai's mention.
"So what if I was?! I wasn't freakin' stabbed into a damned WALL!" he roared, prying against the wall and against the pain in yet another vanity-riddled attempt towards freedom.
"Come boy you think them ordinary arrows?" the stranger smirked. "...those were stolen of Ryooki's hoard."
The name instantly clicked to the fox-wolf's head. "R-Ryooki?!" he stuttered awkwardly.
"Mm," came the dreary, low response, followed by an echo of a chuckle into the mass of what seemed to be a midnight cave. "...and Ryooki is known for his...'unique' arrows...I wouldn't take them lightly...smart demons never do..."
"Unique in what sense?" Kisho hinted cautiously, eyeing the darkness for a clue as to his captor. 'His scent isn't that of an animal-breed demon...' the bluette deduced with a single whiff. '...then what type IS he...?!'
"Unique in the sense that they have indescribable abilities."
"And this I'm supposed to compute as a decent answer?!" Kisho snarled.
"Vicious...moody...and you've got a bit of a brain atop those shoulders..." the voice cooed tauntingly, causing the bluette's blood to boil in a frothy curdle and his tail to stand rigid in annoyance. "...good...I expected no less...of the son of Yoko."
Kisho pricked, eyeing the darkness in question and shock.
"Good day, my boy..." the voice began to drift in a waving motion away from the captive.
"Who the damned hell ARE you?!" Kisho threw his torso in violent directions, stubbornly trying to tear loose.
"I wouldn't rip free if I were you..." the voice smirked, Kisho grunting in a dog-like snort. "...in the state you're in, those arrows in those positions...they're keeping you alive."
Kisho pricked in fear...was this demon really telling the truth?! Could he seriously be pinned for his very life's sake?!
"Where are you going?!" Kisho growled.
"...I'm going to fetch your sister."
Kisho stole a sharp gasp, and blinked fearfully into the darkness...the foe had disappeared, and he was after Ai.
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Rustle. Shift. Slash!! Thud. A wind laced the trees and played into the nimbly spidery branches, cooing into the leaves and vines. There lay the sprawled form of a she-Detective, groaning intensely...at the feet of a calm she-Fox.
"Is that the best you can do, Gakilei? Truly I've seen better sessions as your sparring partner," Ai smirked playfully, hoisting the Detective to her wobbly stand.
"Yeah well..." Gakilei quickly shrugged away from Ai's support as she scratched her chin in a lie. "...I had you...if you were just a little less-"
"-demonic?" Ai smirked, snickering calmly to herself. Her tail swayed smoothly, flicking rigid as a sense overwhelmed her sensitive awareness. "Hmm?" she slowly tossed her gaze over her shoulder at the approaching presence of a sprinting Ryuuhayai.
A jagged smear skid to a halt, swaying into the humanoid form of a rough and haggard Ryuuhayai. Ai and Gakilei pricked at her odd entrance, and noticed a feel of...fear, in her aura.
"Ryuu?" Ai blinked calmly, shifting her footing to face the girl wholly. Ryuuhayai seemed oddly hesitant to give her story...and almost instantly Ai realized a matter wrong with the predicament.
"Ryuu where's Kisho?" Ai asked in concern and sternness. When the she-Dragon's only move was to turn away with a wavered grunt, Ai gasped slightly, and grasped firmly to Ryuuhayai's shoulders.
"Ryuuhayai! Where is my little brother?!" her pink eyes slit in fox-like violence and worry as she practically shook the Dragon. Ryuuhayai tore her shoulders away, and glared in such a way that only Hiei's been known to do...when he prepared to kill. Ai pricked and drew back, but, in a very Kurama-like-way, she growled and grasped onto her again.
"Tell me, Ryuuhayai! What happened to him?!"
"He's been captured..." the Dragon spat angrily, ripping away from a numb fox.
"He...he's been...been captured?!" Ai struggled with the words, shaking slightly...her tail fell limp, the hairs loose to a dead extent.
Gakilei was riddled in fear and anguish... "Well we hafta go save the runt, don't we?!" she grunted, about to sprint off in search for Yukio and Kane...when a nimble leg shot out in front of her, buckling against her steps and snapping her from her footing to the ground.
Ryuuhayai snorted down at the Detective, pulling her leg back after tripping her. "Detective we need more of a lead to find him then raw motivation..."
"Can't you use your Jagon, Ryuu?" Gakilei countered in a dare...Ai looked hopefully for a response, for a positive answer...but found in Ryuuhayai's eyes curdling fear, and her tail sagged limp yet again.
"...my Jagon can't scan into separate dimensions..." Ryuuhayai sighed faintly, almost too calmly in strain. "...there's no way I'd be able to find him...because I could sense his captor was a demon."
Gakilei pricked, and Ai struggled with herself. "How...how could Kisho be captured?!"
"Very easily," a foreign voice taunted, pricking at their ears. The three whirled around viciously, subconsciously diving in stances...Gakilei in that of Genkai's style, Ryuuhayai in that of Hiei's, and Ai in that of Kurama's.
"Who are you?!" Ryuuhayai growled, her bow low and sharp as her stinging eyes caught hold of shadowy glimpses of the stalker. Gakilei growled lowly, her human eyes limited to the standards of her companions. Ai scanned calmly, her sensually narrow eyes set to a firm, threatening expression. Rustle.
Each jerked and snatched for the sound, growling bluntly...before Gakilei was knocked to the ground, unconscious and bleeding.
"Lei!" Ai tore for the Detective, sprinting to her side. Ryuuhayai blurred in front and kneed Ai away just as an orb of blinding whiteness hit for the Fox and Detective. Ai whirled in a graced flip, landing to a knee and one hand, before kicking against the dense earth in a lunge for Ryuuhayai. Screams of stifled pain racked free from the she-Dragon's rigid form as the ki stung through her...at it's dimming light, she collapsed, having taking the full-blow of the demon's raw energy.
"Ryuu!" Ai cried, running to her and the Detective's sides. A snicker snatched violently at her attention, and she glared amethyst daggers into the misty darkness of the woods.
"Who are you?!" Ai roared, jerking behind in a whirl...to block a punch. A shroud of humanoid blackness, distinctions lost in misty darkness...the Fox pricked slightly, unable to register as to what type of demon breed this was.
The foe tore his wrist free of the girl's block, and whipped loose an eerily shiny blade...the second's passing had yet to compute in even Ai's clever mind, it had occurred so fast...as had the penetration of her flesh at her stomach.
Not even a scream escaped her gaping expression...just stifled pain locked in shock. Redness sprayed from her stomach wound, and she collapsed, wincing uncontrollably. She lay sprawled to the ground, holding the bleeding stab to her stomach. Heavy breaths racked her in insanely jagged inhales, and sweat beaded to her brow.
The foe played to his dagger somewhat, and the sense of his smirk through the darkness sent a shiver to wave the hairs of her tail on end. She growled darkly, and scrambled to her feet, blood staining her left leg and entire front of her shirt and skirt. Her hair blew in the looming wind, and her eyes sharpened in honed glares.
Her enemy smirked all the deeper, and lunged. Ai pricked, unable to dart away...but a blade of eerily iridescent silver shot through the dense flesh of his neck, cracking blood free. She stole a sharp gasp, pain throbbing at her stomach wound, but she watched on...and saw a very angry Ryuuhayai tear her Katana loose.
Redness sprayed from the jerk of metal from skin...and Ryuuhayai's narrow eyes were slit with emotionlessness. Gakilei hissed a threatening groan, and, growling darkly, jerked her head up. "That damned Hell's Shadow!" she grunted at the bubbling corpse.
Ryuuhayai calmly blinked towards her, and 'hn'd'...Ai collapsed to her knees, grasping greedily to her wound. *is it just me, or does Kurama get practically nothing but stomach wounds? Lol...*
"Hn?" Ryuuhayai grunted in question, casting her assassin-thin eyes in direction of the pained fox. "You alright, Minamino?"
"I've seen better days," she strained towards a smile, one eye refusing to open as she chuckled calmly. "...as has my stomach..."
"Holy crap!!" Gakilei hissed, collapsing to the ground, clutching her head. "That damned, damned, damned-damned-damned, damned THING!"
Ai blinked at the cussing Detective, and rolled her eyes in a worthy sigh. A smile fluttered to her lips, and her practically corpse-like tail was flicking with liveliness yet again...under the influence of her pain.
"Surely, Urimeshi, if ever you were to die we'd all miss your sparkling intellect and colorfully diverse vocabulary..." Ryuuhayai snorted sarcastically through a smug smirk as she replaced her blade to it's jade sheath.
Gakilei blinked briefly at Ryuuhayai's mockery, then growled, having just understood the majority of it's meaning. Ai chuckled somewhat, shaking her head and sighing. Her expression then went grave... "...Kisho..."
"So'd you kill it, Ryuu?" Gakilei cracked her neck and eyed the demon curiously.
"No...I just slew it mercilessly and allowed it enough life to tell us..." she gnarled her milky fist into the creature's collar and dragged him from his mesh to the ground to above her stature. "...where the hell Kisho is!"
The demon spat at her, but her god-like speed allowed her a smug escape. She wrinkled her nose bitterly and glared even more threateningly at the disgusting Hell's Shadow. "Where the damned hell is the bluette you thing?"
"I shall never tell you! An Elite of the Hell's Shadows NEVER succumbs to torture!" he snarled.
"An Elite are we?" Ryuuhayai smirked. "And you couldn't kill three little girls?"
The Elite, his neck practically severed and completely spilled of blood, strained in a dare of a growl, but Ryuuhayai simply grunted and jerked him away from her, extending her arm completely straight for the direct side. She calmly shut her ruby eyes, and smirked. "You can either answer to me...or Kisho's pissed-off sister."
Ai, who had been giving the Elite a very Kurama-type look, glared even more narrowly. The Elite coughed spurts of blood as they caught in his throat, but refused to answer even as his last remnants of glossy red slipped from the corner of his gritting mouth.
He glared dangerously at the she-Fox, but pricked when he felt a poke to his neck. There stood Gakilei, completely prepared to fire a deadly bullet. He quivered, and knew she was a rather formidable foe herself...had she not been caught off-guard for his first attack, she would have been able to fend him off as the other two had.
"Spill verbally or spill literally..." Gakilei smirked. "...your choice."
"He's my captive, he's in the demonic world, and all-else for you to ever know I refuse to tell!!" he laughed. The Elite then roared violently, and a spray of ruby cracked from his chest. Ryuuhayai tore her hand away, and looked at the creature in shock...he had committed suicide.
She slowly side-glanced for Ai, and the two exchanged an eerily long pause of silent eye-locks.
"What now?" Gakilei piped, an obvious look of concern over her slender face. Silence followed her question, Ai and Ryuuhayai unable to answer.
Rustles and grunts sounded into hearing. The three girls slowly turned to face a random direction, of which Yukio and Kane spilled into view, both holding scared pulses and courageous expressions. Kane pricked instantly at the sight of the bubbling corpse at Ryuuhayai's feet...and Yukio pricked instantly at the sight of the bleeding, wounded Ai.
"Are you three alright?!" Yukio leapt over a bush, and approached his twin first. Kane and Ryuuhayai exchanged a steady glare, and he turned to face Ai.
"Our spar was interrupted when my Jagon sensed a demon...and I smelled Gakilei's blood." he sighed slowly. "...what happened here?"
"And why wasn't Kisho here to help you three fight this thing?!" Yukio added angrily, before taking note the hurt expression playing to Ai's face. "......Ai...?" a silence around the group, and Kane was singular to build up the stamina to face the girls with the question.
"Where's Kisho?" he coughed bluntly, unsure if he really wanted to know.
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Too lazy to write up an ending skit...lol sorry! But moving on...review!!!! Yeah that's right...I want you to review! I want to know what the hell was your favorite part! Lol...and don't worry, Botan fans...next chapter, it'll be Kurama, then Botan, then Kurama, then Botan again, then Kurama again, then...well, I guess the end of chapter 15 lol...anywho...please review, tell me your favorite parts, and the like...latr!!
Ellen: ...zzzzzzzzzz...*mumble-mumble* Jesse...zzz...
All: –_–;;
Anemone: *cracks neck* well, I think we're ready to get to the club.
All else: ?!
Anemone: ...? What?
Mirai Trunks: *cough* hem...uh, Mones? Are you sure you can do this...?
Anemone: *blinky* ...?
Hiei: Onna the last time we performed you fell from consciousness...
Anemone: *mutters to herself as she tries to remember, pricks* ...ooooh...^_^; heh...oh yeah...
Kurama: well, I'm sure that she'd be fine if we pack a decent supply of paper bags-
Hiei: -and if we bring this... *holds up a bottle of Irish Whiskey*
Mirai Trunks: O_O;;...*ki blasts it*
Hiei: ...*holding a broken bottle neck*...*glares at Trunks* Saiyan, I knew you were a boy scout, but seriously! I'M of drinking age-
Mirai Trunks: do NONE of you remember what happened the LAST time Hiei guzzled her with alcohol?!
Kurama and Anneliese: *blinky, side-glance each other, shrug*
Mirai Trunks: –_–;; *little vein pulsing in his frustration* she got drunk and it totally ruined her focus!!
Kurama: *blink* ...all I remember is your future counterpart appearing and yelling at us.
Hiei and Anneliese: yeah/hn/true/that's all I remember...
Ellen: ...zzz-JESSE!!!
All: ...?
Ellen: ...*long pause* ...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
All: –_–;;
Mirai Trunks: look...no alcohol...no drugs...nothing besides paper bags!
Anemone: I don't see why you're worrying so much...I'm sure I'll be just fine...!
*fast-forward to backstage of p3*
Anemone: *breathing really hard into a paper bag*
Mirai Trunks: *rubbing her back* –_–;;
Anemone: *bag pops*
All: ...
Kurama: *sigh* are you certain we can't give her anything to soothe her senses? *Mirai Trunks calmly helps her hold another bag to her face*
Hiei: *growling in the far corner* her damn hormones! I can feel her damned aura from here! And it hurts!
Anneliese: *checking the equipment over* hmm...why do I feel like there's something missing?
Kurama: hm? What do you mean, Anneliese?
*back at Anemone's house*
Ellen: *leaning against corner sleeping* zzz...*snort*...zzz...*mumble*...zzz-Jesse...? *slowly wakes up, rubs eyes, and turns around...notices entire house is dark and abandoned*
Outside in the night: AHHHHHHHHH!!! THEY ABANDONED ME!!!!
*p3*
Mirai Trunks and Kurama: *glance at each other, blink, think really hard, shrug*
Kurama: I'm certain we have everything...
Hiei: *pricks* hn? *starts looking around*
Mirai Trunks: what is it Hiei?
Hiei: ...does anyone else notice...how much...quieter...it is...?
Anemone: *bag pops* ELLEN!!
All: *gape*
Mirai Trunks and Kurama: *side-glance, wince*
Mirai Trunks: ...she's not gonna be that happy...*door suddenly pounds open, and there she is...an eerie blast of lightening cracks behind her, and she glares murderously*
Anemone: not good NOT GOOD! *sprints for the stage*
Mirai Trunks and Kurama: *side-glance each other, follow*
Hiei: *blurs*
Anneliese: *shifty eyes* *whispers over shoulder* guys?!
Ellen: how could you just leave me?!?!
Anneliese: ...er...*long pause, runs like hell*
Ellen: meunaghasdgdstddjf!!! *looks as if she's about to combust in anger*
Anemone: *slowly sneaks back behind Ellen, uploads chapter, and runs back to stage* *whisper* enjoy!!
Chapter 14: Attack the Young
Quivering motions, a taut face...emerald glossed over in pain-stricken, subconscious tears, and they slowly bobbed open...scanning through the blinding darkness, fear was the first emotion to beat rapidly through his fragile system...he jerked in all directions, his ponytail disheveled and loose, the sapphire locks spiking over his widened, terror-stricken eyes.
"Holy shit where am I?!" Kisho whispered coarsely, even his wolf-like eyes blind in the swallowing pits of blackness around him. Intense, swollen throbs of pain shot in mad pulses through his wrists and ankles...and he had but one glance to know why. He gaped in pain and terror...for digging through his toast-ivory flesh and snagging into the dense muscle...was an arrow.
He pricked, and jerked to face both ankles and the counter arm...he found all of the same fate, dug into with arrows. He wriggled and jerked madly, grunts of frustrated agony chaffing in the depths of his throat.
"You don't want to do that..." an eerie voice snapped against the air, pricking his attention...near instantly he jerked to a roar of fury, wrestling against the stone wall he was stabbed into.
"...oh, the young never listen..." the voice fussed in annoyance, then the youth could sense the outline of a mocking smirk. Kisho snarled threateningly, his tail rigid in anger and ruffled in rage. "...nice mood ring ya got there..."
The bluette spat for the side, his glare dangerously narrow and bubbling in poisonous green. His expression low and narrow, he glared murderously into the darkness engulfing him.
"Now, now, my boy...! Calmness is your father's best attribute...where'd all this recklessness come from?"
Kisho growled in a very wolf-like way, and smirked in even more so a wolf-like way. "My mother was never one for sitting still, I suppose..."
"Ah...A.D.D?" the counter sneered, and pulsed in a chuckle at the youth's rigid, thoroughly violent response.
"Who the hell are you?!" Kisho roared through grit fangs...fangs honed by his reckless anger...only slightly hereditary, mostly of his youthful nature of instinctive violence and growls.
"Well, you were MUCH calmer around that gothic miss, now weren't you?" the voice scoffed. Kisho pricked slightly at Ryuuhayai's mention.
"So what if I was?! I wasn't freakin' stabbed into a damned WALL!" he roared, prying against the wall and against the pain in yet another vanity-riddled attempt towards freedom.
"Come boy you think them ordinary arrows?" the stranger smirked. "...those were stolen of Ryooki's hoard."
The name instantly clicked to the fox-wolf's head. "R-Ryooki?!" he stuttered awkwardly.
"Mm," came the dreary, low response, followed by an echo of a chuckle into the mass of what seemed to be a midnight cave. "...and Ryooki is known for his...'unique' arrows...I wouldn't take them lightly...smart demons never do..."
"Unique in what sense?" Kisho hinted cautiously, eyeing the darkness for a clue as to his captor. 'His scent isn't that of an animal-breed demon...' the bluette deduced with a single whiff. '...then what type IS he...?!'
"Unique in the sense that they have indescribable abilities."
"And this I'm supposed to compute as a decent answer?!" Kisho snarled.
"Vicious...moody...and you've got a bit of a brain atop those shoulders..." the voice cooed tauntingly, causing the bluette's blood to boil in a frothy curdle and his tail to stand rigid in annoyance. "...good...I expected no less...of the son of Yoko."
Kisho pricked, eyeing the darkness in question and shock.
"Good day, my boy..." the voice began to drift in a waving motion away from the captive.
"Who the damned hell ARE you?!" Kisho threw his torso in violent directions, stubbornly trying to tear loose.
"I wouldn't rip free if I were you..." the voice smirked, Kisho grunting in a dog-like snort. "...in the state you're in, those arrows in those positions...they're keeping you alive."
Kisho pricked in fear...was this demon really telling the truth?! Could he seriously be pinned for his very life's sake?!
"Where are you going?!" Kisho growled.
"...I'm going to fetch your sister."
Kisho stole a sharp gasp, and blinked fearfully into the darkness...the foe had disappeared, and he was after Ai.
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Rustle. Shift. Slash!! Thud. A wind laced the trees and played into the nimbly spidery branches, cooing into the leaves and vines. There lay the sprawled form of a she-Detective, groaning intensely...at the feet of a calm she-Fox.
"Is that the best you can do, Gakilei? Truly I've seen better sessions as your sparring partner," Ai smirked playfully, hoisting the Detective to her wobbly stand.
"Yeah well..." Gakilei quickly shrugged away from Ai's support as she scratched her chin in a lie. "...I had you...if you were just a little less-"
"-demonic?" Ai smirked, snickering calmly to herself. Her tail swayed smoothly, flicking rigid as a sense overwhelmed her sensitive awareness. "Hmm?" she slowly tossed her gaze over her shoulder at the approaching presence of a sprinting Ryuuhayai.
A jagged smear skid to a halt, swaying into the humanoid form of a rough and haggard Ryuuhayai. Ai and Gakilei pricked at her odd entrance, and noticed a feel of...fear, in her aura.
"Ryuu?" Ai blinked calmly, shifting her footing to face the girl wholly. Ryuuhayai seemed oddly hesitant to give her story...and almost instantly Ai realized a matter wrong with the predicament.
"Ryuu where's Kisho?" Ai asked in concern and sternness. When the she-Dragon's only move was to turn away with a wavered grunt, Ai gasped slightly, and grasped firmly to Ryuuhayai's shoulders.
"Ryuuhayai! Where is my little brother?!" her pink eyes slit in fox-like violence and worry as she practically shook the Dragon. Ryuuhayai tore her shoulders away, and glared in such a way that only Hiei's been known to do...when he prepared to kill. Ai pricked and drew back, but, in a very Kurama-like-way, she growled and grasped onto her again.
"Tell me, Ryuuhayai! What happened to him?!"
"He's been captured..." the Dragon spat angrily, ripping away from a numb fox.
"He...he's been...been captured?!" Ai struggled with the words, shaking slightly...her tail fell limp, the hairs loose to a dead extent.
Gakilei was riddled in fear and anguish... "Well we hafta go save the runt, don't we?!" she grunted, about to sprint off in search for Yukio and Kane...when a nimble leg shot out in front of her, buckling against her steps and snapping her from her footing to the ground.
Ryuuhayai snorted down at the Detective, pulling her leg back after tripping her. "Detective we need more of a lead to find him then raw motivation..."
"Can't you use your Jagon, Ryuu?" Gakilei countered in a dare...Ai looked hopefully for a response, for a positive answer...but found in Ryuuhayai's eyes curdling fear, and her tail sagged limp yet again.
"...my Jagon can't scan into separate dimensions..." Ryuuhayai sighed faintly, almost too calmly in strain. "...there's no way I'd be able to find him...because I could sense his captor was a demon."
Gakilei pricked, and Ai struggled with herself. "How...how could Kisho be captured?!"
"Very easily," a foreign voice taunted, pricking at their ears. The three whirled around viciously, subconsciously diving in stances...Gakilei in that of Genkai's style, Ryuuhayai in that of Hiei's, and Ai in that of Kurama's.
"Who are you?!" Ryuuhayai growled, her bow low and sharp as her stinging eyes caught hold of shadowy glimpses of the stalker. Gakilei growled lowly, her human eyes limited to the standards of her companions. Ai scanned calmly, her sensually narrow eyes set to a firm, threatening expression. Rustle.
Each jerked and snatched for the sound, growling bluntly...before Gakilei was knocked to the ground, unconscious and bleeding.
"Lei!" Ai tore for the Detective, sprinting to her side. Ryuuhayai blurred in front and kneed Ai away just as an orb of blinding whiteness hit for the Fox and Detective. Ai whirled in a graced flip, landing to a knee and one hand, before kicking against the dense earth in a lunge for Ryuuhayai. Screams of stifled pain racked free from the she-Dragon's rigid form as the ki stung through her...at it's dimming light, she collapsed, having taking the full-blow of the demon's raw energy.
"Ryuu!" Ai cried, running to her and the Detective's sides. A snicker snatched violently at her attention, and she glared amethyst daggers into the misty darkness of the woods.
"Who are you?!" Ai roared, jerking behind in a whirl...to block a punch. A shroud of humanoid blackness, distinctions lost in misty darkness...the Fox pricked slightly, unable to register as to what type of demon breed this was.
The foe tore his wrist free of the girl's block, and whipped loose an eerily shiny blade...the second's passing had yet to compute in even Ai's clever mind, it had occurred so fast...as had the penetration of her flesh at her stomach.
Not even a scream escaped her gaping expression...just stifled pain locked in shock. Redness sprayed from her stomach wound, and she collapsed, wincing uncontrollably. She lay sprawled to the ground, holding the bleeding stab to her stomach. Heavy breaths racked her in insanely jagged inhales, and sweat beaded to her brow.
The foe played to his dagger somewhat, and the sense of his smirk through the darkness sent a shiver to wave the hairs of her tail on end. She growled darkly, and scrambled to her feet, blood staining her left leg and entire front of her shirt and skirt. Her hair blew in the looming wind, and her eyes sharpened in honed glares.
Her enemy smirked all the deeper, and lunged. Ai pricked, unable to dart away...but a blade of eerily iridescent silver shot through the dense flesh of his neck, cracking blood free. She stole a sharp gasp, pain throbbing at her stomach wound, but she watched on...and saw a very angry Ryuuhayai tear her Katana loose.
Redness sprayed from the jerk of metal from skin...and Ryuuhayai's narrow eyes were slit with emotionlessness. Gakilei hissed a threatening groan, and, growling darkly, jerked her head up. "That damned Hell's Shadow!" she grunted at the bubbling corpse.
Ryuuhayai calmly blinked towards her, and 'hn'd'...Ai collapsed to her knees, grasping greedily to her wound. *is it just me, or does Kurama get practically nothing but stomach wounds? Lol...*
"Hn?" Ryuuhayai grunted in question, casting her assassin-thin eyes in direction of the pained fox. "You alright, Minamino?"
"I've seen better days," she strained towards a smile, one eye refusing to open as she chuckled calmly. "...as has my stomach..."
"Holy crap!!" Gakilei hissed, collapsing to the ground, clutching her head. "That damned, damned, damned-damned-damned, damned THING!"
Ai blinked at the cussing Detective, and rolled her eyes in a worthy sigh. A smile fluttered to her lips, and her practically corpse-like tail was flicking with liveliness yet again...under the influence of her pain.
"Surely, Urimeshi, if ever you were to die we'd all miss your sparkling intellect and colorfully diverse vocabulary..." Ryuuhayai snorted sarcastically through a smug smirk as she replaced her blade to it's jade sheath.
Gakilei blinked briefly at Ryuuhayai's mockery, then growled, having just understood the majority of it's meaning. Ai chuckled somewhat, shaking her head and sighing. Her expression then went grave... "...Kisho..."
"So'd you kill it, Ryuu?" Gakilei cracked her neck and eyed the demon curiously.
"No...I just slew it mercilessly and allowed it enough life to tell us..." she gnarled her milky fist into the creature's collar and dragged him from his mesh to the ground to above her stature. "...where the hell Kisho is!"
The demon spat at her, but her god-like speed allowed her a smug escape. She wrinkled her nose bitterly and glared even more threateningly at the disgusting Hell's Shadow. "Where the damned hell is the bluette you thing?"
"I shall never tell you! An Elite of the Hell's Shadows NEVER succumbs to torture!" he snarled.
"An Elite are we?" Ryuuhayai smirked. "And you couldn't kill three little girls?"
The Elite, his neck practically severed and completely spilled of blood, strained in a dare of a growl, but Ryuuhayai simply grunted and jerked him away from her, extending her arm completely straight for the direct side. She calmly shut her ruby eyes, and smirked. "You can either answer to me...or Kisho's pissed-off sister."
Ai, who had been giving the Elite a very Kurama-type look, glared even more narrowly. The Elite coughed spurts of blood as they caught in his throat, but refused to answer even as his last remnants of glossy red slipped from the corner of his gritting mouth.
He glared dangerously at the she-Fox, but pricked when he felt a poke to his neck. There stood Gakilei, completely prepared to fire a deadly bullet. He quivered, and knew she was a rather formidable foe herself...had she not been caught off-guard for his first attack, she would have been able to fend him off as the other two had.
"Spill verbally or spill literally..." Gakilei smirked. "...your choice."
"He's my captive, he's in the demonic world, and all-else for you to ever know I refuse to tell!!" he laughed. The Elite then roared violently, and a spray of ruby cracked from his chest. Ryuuhayai tore her hand away, and looked at the creature in shock...he had committed suicide.
She slowly side-glanced for Ai, and the two exchanged an eerily long pause of silent eye-locks.
"What now?" Gakilei piped, an obvious look of concern over her slender face. Silence followed her question, Ai and Ryuuhayai unable to answer.
Rustles and grunts sounded into hearing. The three girls slowly turned to face a random direction, of which Yukio and Kane spilled into view, both holding scared pulses and courageous expressions. Kane pricked instantly at the sight of the bubbling corpse at Ryuuhayai's feet...and Yukio pricked instantly at the sight of the bleeding, wounded Ai.
"Are you three alright?!" Yukio leapt over a bush, and approached his twin first. Kane and Ryuuhayai exchanged a steady glare, and he turned to face Ai.
"Our spar was interrupted when my Jagon sensed a demon...and I smelled Gakilei's blood." he sighed slowly. "...what happened here?"
"And why wasn't Kisho here to help you three fight this thing?!" Yukio added angrily, before taking note the hurt expression playing to Ai's face. "......Ai...?" a silence around the group, and Kane was singular to build up the stamina to face the girls with the question.
"Where's Kisho?" he coughed bluntly, unsure if he really wanted to know.
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Too lazy to write up an ending skit...lol sorry! But moving on...review!!!! Yeah that's right...I want you to review! I want to know what the hell was your favorite part! Lol...and don't worry, Botan fans...next chapter, it'll be Kurama, then Botan, then Kurama, then Botan again, then Kurama again, then...well, I guess the end of chapter 15 lol...anywho...please review, tell me your favorite parts, and the like...latr!!