*front stage of p3...all the customers are dancing and clubbing and having fun...until five screams sound from behind the curtain, Mirai Trunks tearing through and flying into the club in fear with Anemone in his arms...Kurama and Anneliese run after him for their lives, and Ellen leaps off the stage as a HUGE darkness dragon-ki blast goes plowing for her...crowd starts screaming...except the drunk customers, who think it's all a neato trick...ironically, it's the drunk ones who get in Kurama's way*
Kurama: *running through crowd* excuse me-! Oh, pardon me-! Ouch! Goodness, I apologize-! Hey I-oh, sorry! Excuse me, sir! Miss...ow!! Miss you're um...you're touching me in a very inappropriate w-AY!!! *yelps as he's grabbed in a rather shocking way, jerks around to try and find where the source of inappropriate contact went* Where'd she go?!
Anneliese: *grabs his shoulder, yanks him from the crowd* c'mon, loverboy! Hiei's gonna torch this pop-stand...!
Ellen: SAVE ME!! *scrambles frantically away from a very pissed Hiei*
Mirai Trunks: *pauses in midair* we should wait for the others...*looks back searching for Kurama and Anneliese*
Anemone: *wriggles against his chest* I WANNA SEE THE DAMAGE HIEI'S AFFLICTING!!
Mirai Trunks: *raised eyebrow*
Anemone: *keeps wriggling, failing miserably in trying to escape his hold*
Mirai Trunks: –_–;;
Anemone: *gives up, flaps limp in his arms, negative mumbles*
Mirai Trunks: *rolls eyes, turns to crowd* Kurama!! Anneliese!!
Anneliese: *dragging Kurama through the crowd with no remorse for others...right under where Mirai Trunks is floating* YO! Where are you guys?!
Kurama: *points* they're up th-mpm!! *elbowed in the head as Ellen shoves through to escape Hiei's wrath*
Ellen: HE'S GONNA KILL ME! *leaps into Kurama's arms when she realized it was him, thinking she'll be safe from Hiei*
Kurama: O_O –*thud*
Anneliese: –_–;;
Anemone: *slaps face* *Kurama slowly manages to stand up with Ellen in his arms*
Mirai Trunks: *groan* people! We have to get out of here! *BAM!*
All: *slowly turn to stare in horror at whatever Hiei did now*
*entire stage of p3 completely on fire...green fire...Hiei slowly comes walking from the depths of the enormous flame*
Hiei: *freakishly calm* my Father gave me that jacket, Onna...before I was banned from my island...
Ellen: *gulp, crouches in Kurama's hold*
Kurama: ^_^;; Hiei-
Hiei: -*roar*
All: O_O;;
Kurama: *shifty eyes* er...
Hiei: *glares dangerously at Ellen* that Onna...ruined my most prized possession-
Ellen: -I broke your Katana?!
Hiei: *glare* No, Onna! You ruined my jacket in that blind rage of yours!!
Anemone: *whisper* speaking of blind rages...
Hiei: *instinctive ki blast at Mones*
Mirai Trunks and Anemone: AH!! *Mirai Trunks dodges, ceiling completely demolished*
All: O_O;;;;
Hiei: *glares dangerously at Kurama*
Kurama: Hiei...erm...I'm sure Ellen didn't, 'mean', to ruin your jacket...
Hiei: *glares deeper*
Kurama: er...
Anemone: *heavy annoyed sigh* okay that's freakin' IT! *grabs hilt of Mirai Trunks's sword, chucks it at Hiei* take that, Morb!!
Mirai Trunks: GAH?! Mones! My sword!!
Hiei: *hilt knocks against his head...collapses unconscious*
All: O_O?! *gawk at Anemone*
Anemone: :D
Mirai Trunks: –_–;;...
Hiei: *drool*
Anneliese: um...now that that's uh...kind of settled...
Kurama: *struggles to put a reluctant Ellen down* indeed...
Anemone: yeah Ellen I think you're safe now...
Ellen: *glares suspiciously at Hiei*
Kurama: *rolls eyes, puts her down*
Mirai Trunks: *sarcasm* what a fulfilling day...we practice for a gig, get some Burger King, play the p3...we get attacked by Ellen...and then by Hiei...*eyebrow raise at Kurama and Anneliese* anyone ELSE wanna turn on the group and try to kill us...?
Kurama and Anneliese: *awkward laughter* ^_^;;...
Kurama: Mones? Shall I introduce the chapter?
Anemone: *whips out laptop, starts typing* rightio, red...talk away...
Kurama: *turns to few readers who weren't scared away* Chapter 17, enjoy.
Chapter 17: Intensity
A dense clatter rang against air. Fists...the flesh and bone snapping against the brink of a wall...frustration stripped her of composure...anger swelled her aura jagged...and fear ruffled her tail in rippled sways. Raspberry eyes glossed over in crystalline sheens, narrowed in determined casings. The she-fox beat her fists again against the wall, unable to fathom the downward spiral her entire family had been vacuumed towards.
"...mother..." she whispered tenderly, collapsing against her arms and into the wall. She pulsed tiredly, sobs racking her spine. "...what can I do? I felt Ryooki's aura...his power overwhelmed my very senses..."
Fear jerked her glare to be sprawled wide, white rings blatant around the stunning raspberry of her eyes. "...if he fears Grapko...how strong is the wolf, really...?"
Again her fist stabbed to the brick wall...again her impact dented to its surface. "WHY?! WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN?!" she screeched in frustration, stabbing her spidery fingers to her scalp and wrenching at her hair. Ai collapsed to her knees, and broke in her utter confusion. "Mother...!" she moaned against her tears, her face cradled tenderly in her slender hands.
Behind the wall, in a counter room...Yukio winced tiredly, unable to fathom the pain his best friend was ensnared in. Gakilei leaned against Kane, her form cold as fear stroked her adrenaline through her mind. The mint-haired apparition held her loosely, cradling his cheek to her wild scalp. Ryuuhayai stood segregated, refusing to listen to her dearest friend's screams of mental torment...the she-Dragon let a looming wind embrace her ebony spikes, and her fierce ruby glare tightened narrow as slits of flame beat in their depths.
Ai growled...as only foxes do...jerked to a stand, rowdy, a wild look about her usually, eerily calm face.
"My father...strongest of his generation...fears this beast...and I, even more of a hybrid than he...have no chance to even live to see the dawn of morrow."
She glared intense, raspberry daggers against air, nothing truly in her sights. The fox's tail lashed in whip-like jerks, stinging the air with a tense presence...her anger shifted the fur to stand upright, to burn in the follicles...she breathed in deathly pulses of her aggravation...silver sheens tore from the edges of her murderous eyes, streaking her face in burning tears.
"...yet I cannot allow this to happen," she growled. Alone she stood, the darkness of night playing to the shadows of her slender silhouette. "...Kisho...Mother, Hiei..." a pause as her bottom lip quivered, another wash of warmth streaking her face to an almost singeing point. "...Father..."
A fierce snarl of her determination. "They will not be alone!...I won't let any of my loved ones die..." and a breath of a smirk wafted against her ruby lips. "...not until I'm too dead to protect them."
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Raspberry bobbed groggily, and a coo of confusion escaped into the air. Voids of darkness engulfed her, and all that was heard was a loud "GOD DAMMIT!!"
Botan hissed to herself, clawing at her slim wrists. Shackles clenched skin-tight, tense and crusted with aged red. She growled in utter irritation, and cursed her weakness.
"I HATE being kidnaped!!" she muttered angrily, collapsing to a mesh in the cavern wall that almost conformed for her particular shape. "It's the most...!!...suckiest thing!!!"
"Indeed...it is a bit of a hassle, isn't it?"
Botan pricked, jerking instinctively for the voice...it was female...gentle...almost...in pain.
"No need to fret...heh...I fear that...I'm in as much danger as you, my friend..." Botan sensed a cooling sensation about the speaker's aura. She blinked awkwardly for it's source...her nimble eyes caught to a calm silhouette...chained against the jagged stone, in such a way as herself. The frail, fragile light that managed to sneak against darkness and hit the speaker's face held a warming glow to her soft exterior. Sapphire glints caught about her light-drenched cheek, her skin seeped of natural color and glowing with a creamy, almost snow blue. Silver locks escaped her scalp in flawless spikes, glowing with platinum sheens.
"...who are you...?" Botan asked with a quirked expression. A soft, gentle, almost Yukina-like chuckle pierced against the darkness, flawless in deliverance despite being nearly chaffed.
"No one of importance, my friend."
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"How is he?" chocolate scanned over thrashed ivory drenched in wet ruby. Yusuke winced slightly at his nephew's condition, and saw the pain burrow deep against the emerald of his partner's deadly glare. The Detective, though tainted with a slight concussion, had managed to weasel against his state of unconsciousness and break to reality...Kisho wasn't as fortunate.
"...he's still breathing..." Kurama racked in a steady sigh...the sliver of Yoko to burn and bubble against his flesh had suppressed itself back in his mind's core, and Suichi was yet again in major control. His voice was dry, cracked with emotion and fear. "...what can I do? We can't leave Kisho here...but we must continue, without risking him a field of danger..."
Demonic emerald watched the youth in pain, examining Kisho's every ached and gnarled feature. '...too much like Taro...'
"Hn...we do have to keep forward..." the Dragon husked against the uncomfortable setting. "Perhaps if a one of us were to guard the boy?"
Silence met the dare of a suggestion...the Koorime bid it all the further. "...your mate needs you, Kitsune."
A flick of silver against air...Kurama's tail lashed in vivid whips, the Koorime's last words, gentle, chaffed, and soft as they were, sped a rush of sensitive anger through the Fox's upper neck, a cold spur.
"...as does your sister."
Ryooki too flinched in pain, emotionally reminiscing the infant she-wolf he had once held...over fifty years ago. That child...now a woman, a mate...a mother. His sister...her personality...her very looks...still a mystery for his mind to compute...a pure-bred she-wolf, raised by an Ice clan...what of her? Would she be calm and mentally free? Or corrupt...a danger? A physical marvel...or unique in no sense? Yet no matter the confusion...both he, and the former Yoko, felt instinctive needs to protect her.
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"Ai! You can't do this!" Yukio urged against reason...against chance...the headstrong red-head refused to take his words to heart, as she stalked nimbly along in search for the closest portal for the demonic world.
"Indeed, Minamino...listen to Urimeshi...for once," the morbid of the group practically hissed from her snatch to the tree overhead. Branches hid her shadowy exterior well, blending her to the blackness of the night. Moon hit her raven locks, dusting a platinum sheen to the caught surface.
"My entire family is in the demon world, and the majority is being held captive!" Ai snarled over her slender shoulder.
"But AI..." Gakilei whined. "You're gonna DIE...!"
"No I'm not...!"
"Yeah you are!" Kane whined in sync to the she-Detective. The fox growled, ignoring the every attempt thrown at her to hold her back...until three impacts stabbed against her, jerking at the bone and jabbing her startled form to the concrete below.
Ryuuhayai pricked at the sight, stifling a cold, morbid snicker. Ai lay sprawled against the ground, blinking awkwardly at the three sources of her rather inappropriate position. Kane bound about her slim waist, his cheek against her jagged hip as he stroked against her, almost purring for her to stop and think the situation through. Gakilei struggled to pinch her legs together, the punk glaring threateningly. Yukio had her to the stomach, gazing steadily into her very soul with eyes concentrated in symbolic acid. A mad blush crept over the slope of her delicate nose as her three friends urged her to stay safe in the human world. Kane whined...Gakilei moaned...and Yukio urged with an almost disciplinary tone.
"PLEASE DON'T GO!!" Kane moaned in fear.
"You're not gonna go and be stupid!!" Gakilei hissed, struggling to keep the she-fox's kicks calm.
"You're staying here, and that is final!!" Yukio glared lowly.
The she-Dragon was caught in mad torrents of laughter, snagged in her glee at the sight. Ai let her head collapse against the ground, giving up and easing limp under the weight of her companions. Her expression set in frustration as the trio practically yelled at her.
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"Oh come now...I'm sure that isn't true at all! You've got to be someone worth while!" Botan countered sternly...her accusation was met with an innocent, calm chuckle.
"I'm not."
"But...if you were kidnaped, you must be important..." the bluette deduced with a pout of thought. She pricked, and smiled. "Do you by any chance know a Ryooki?"
Silence as Botan's companion drifted in her lost memories. "...no, not a one."
Botan whimpered in her failed attempt, and pricked yet again. "...how about a Suichi?"
"Afraid not, my friend."
"...Yoko...?"
At this the fellow prisoner pricked, and jerked her sapphire glare to lock against Botan's hopeful raspberry one. "Surely you do not mean...the legendary, Yoko of Thieves?!"
"Yes!" Botan squealed in glee. "You know him?!"
"You do?!"
"Well, I'd hope so," Botan drew away smugly, stroking her tongue across the pearly surface of her upper teeth. Sapphire blinked in confusion, the bluette pricking and giggling awkwardly, realizing her sensual behavior towards the thought of her mate.
"I know not the thief personally...but his legend is one even those of my adoptive clan can recite by heart! My word, my friend! Yoko of Thieves is the most famous creature of the demonic realm! For a one to utter question to his legend only proves their little education!"
Botan blinked awkwardly...was her mate...her darling Kurama...truly that legendary?
"Then...if you don't know either of them...why were you kidnaped here?" the bluette inquired slowly, almost unable to form the shy words tangible to the tongue.
Silence met the question, her new companion meshing against the darkness around her. "I've no idea, my friend."
"What's your name?" Botan asked softly, bobbing innocent raspberry for her companion's direction. The prisoner smiled gently, and breathed an almost too calming tone.
"Vankra."
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"Was leaving the Detective with the boy a good idea?" Ryooki snuffed, a slow whiff wrinkling his nose as his tense arms wove across his chest. A pulse throbbed his taut neck, and his ear flicked against his ruby scalp. Ryooki glared narrow emerald daggers for his humanoid brother and the morbid flame Koorime.
"...the Detective has aged in such a way that has stifled his greatest potentials..." Hiei countered softly. "...but he is still capable of guarding an unconscious youth until he awakes."
Kurama stifled his usually witty tongue, a calm almost too eerie for even him overtaking his senses. A tense glare struck against his eyes, and he gazed acidic emerald to the bowels of darkness engulfing him.
Ryooki snorted, his flesh tingling against the sensation of a crackling aura...invisible licks of energy snagged around his brother's tense form, Kurama's glare faceting with burning specks of gold. The hybrids could sense the other's intense emotion...Kurama was mad with rage and irrationality, a trait unheard of for his humanoid character.
"...Yoko..." Ryooki sighed, drawing his breaths to himself. Kurama chose to ignore his brother's efforts, and strode with steps fueled in corrosive rage.
'Botan...' his thoughts quivered with bitter lips, trembling in feigned bravery. '...how could I have allowed you alone with such harm easily afflicted to you?!' a slow, tight blink forced the emerald of his eyes to click from the darkness around them, depriving the cavern of their nostalgic glimmer. '...our son has been dragged into this...yet I continue onward...not knowing if Kisho will even survive...' pain jerked his breaths, his mentality weakening. '...why do I delay the inevitable? Do I even? Will I die here...without laying eyes on you again?'
'Suichi...' a brash, yet calming tone echoed within the bowels of Kurama's thoughts. *a/n: okay now we're in Kurama's head...one of his schizophrenic moments ^_^;;;...it's like the two of them standing talking, kinda like one of Yugi's moments when he starts talking to Yami and everything's blurry lol...*
'Hm?' Kurama blinked, jerking over his slender shoulder.
An angelic figure, whiter than snow with platinum to highlight his demonic traits. Twin gold slits set in the shadowed face, narrowed with the drama of the situation. Navy and crystalline mist licked against his slim ankles, rolling in satin tufts. An eerie, soulless breeze stroked his mane, and the triplet tails to whip and lash after him. An air of wispy, soothing motion embraced around his slender face, the shadow breaking way to light. A stern, serious countenance to meet the humanoid, and there stood his alter-ego, the figure concentrated with legendary proportions. Yoko of Thieves.
"Yoko..." Suichi sighed, a tired, strained attempt towards a smile catching to gnarl his reluctant lips.
"Don't try to craft me, Suichi...I know well your pains," Yoko barked in a gruffly relaxing tone. "...our son is dying."
Suichi bowed his head, the loose ruby locks casting shadows of sadness over the grooves of his face. "...indeed, Yoko."
"If he is our son, he will not give in until the greatest of his strengths is dried," Yoko attempted, his voice almost a hopeful coo with it's trademark rasp.
"...I can only pray...Kisho will live..." Suichi groaned softly, Yoko's ears flicking against the crown of his head at the sensitive vocal pricks they caught.
"...the Detective is with him...we must now worry of Botan," Yoko husked briskly, almost in denial of Kisho's chances...though his mind was one in same of his counterpart's, and he knew just as well the grave gamble.
"...obviously..." Suichi pulsed in a fragile sigh.
Through their forty-five years sharing a vessel, Yoko's soul split into two entities, they liked to coax their separate egos and energies into even more separate souls than they were. In truth, Yoko was one single soul, spilt against his will during his reincarnation...both knew well of the other's existence...and both knew of Suichi's superiority with control. Yoko dwelt in the deepest core of Suichi's mind, the fraction of the human brain intangible to human reach. They were joined as a unit, yet at the same time separate...separate egos, separate minds, separate personalities, torn in two during the rocky jolt into the womb...though two, they were one...they functioned as a single person, though referred to the alternate ego as another...they were a joint person, yet two souls in one reluctant package...to understand their relationship is beyond human mentality...but to know they were one, and shared a family as a man would share his wife with himself, was exactly how to grasp the complexity of the entire concept. Botan was his...theirs, his. Kurama's, be it Suichi or Yoko...both were one, neither were two...the one soul was mate to Botan.
*um...not sure if that's how it's supposed to be like...but I just watched the Kurama/Karasue episode and Yoko referred to Suichi as I have him refer to Suichi...so it...'kinda' works...I guess...um...heh? ^_^;;;*
"I want my mate back," Yoko growled, his fist clenching subconsciously to a dagger sharp point.
"Dare I say...but her life hangs in the balance, Yoko," Suichi scolded, his unnaturally intense glare faceting and swallowing flecks of melting emerald. "...our calmness is crucial if we dare to save her."
"Indeed..." Yoko snarled slowly, straining to keep his anger within his trademark, cocky composure. "...matters concerning Botan tend to strip us of rationality, ne?"
"No, I try to remain calm for her sake...but they tend to strip you of rationality, Yoko," Suichi smirked tiredly. "...you just drag me along."
"Har-de-har-har," Yoko sneered in return, his tone just as calm and eerily smooth as ever. "How humorous, Suichi."
"Yoko...how can we approach this situation?" Suichi's glare tightened, jerking him from their playful battle of wit to the sincerity of the moment.
"Releasing me would be wise," Yoko sighed, the violent gold stabbing from sight as they pressed in a low blink. "...but even with our two partners, Ryooki and Hiei...can we stop Grapko?"
Silence as the duo dwelt in their thoughts...Kurama's mind outwardly was functioning in twin motions, two separate jerks as he strained to compute a plan as either Suichi or Yoko. The navy licks of mist wafted against Suichi's ankles, cooling touches easing his boiling flesh. "..."
"There is only one way..." Yoko clicked his footing, stalking away with low steps leaking of morbidity.
"...Yoko...?"
"...let me free, Suichi...if you don't, not only will we die," Yoko's eyes threw over his angelic ivory shoulder, fiery slits not unlike those of wolves burning in their cores. "...but so will Ai, Kisho...and our beloved Botan."
Suichi pricked slightly, his eyes quivering. "...my family..."
"Danger lurks even in our very mind," Yoko sighed poetically, his raspy, eerily calming tone wreaking mental havoc on the composed Suichi. "...remember...it can hurt you with far worse pain...than even Grapko."
Suichi blinked slightly at his counterpart's words...and a smirk gripped to his lips despite his better judgement. He should fear Yoko before ever fearing Grapko...and indeed, that eased Suichi from his emotional bind, realizing the utter truth...he could do far more damage to himself than his own father could...keep so in mind...and defeat Grapko with every fragment of your courageous, regret-free soul. Fearing Grapko could do know good...knowing the damage Yoko could do to himself was far more cause for alarm...but they functioned as a unit...as a duo...a team...never would even the infamous Yoko turn on his latest partner...for his life...and sake of love for Suichi.
Yoko's form blended against the navy and crystalline mists engulfing him, bolts of black lightening licking the air in his demonic aura. Suichi smiled after his counterpart...and knew, within the eve, Yoko would again walk the surface world.
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"AI!!! NO!!!" he clawed after her nimble form, and nearly collapsed to the void himself...a tense fist gripped into the fibers of his shirt, jerking him back from the loose gap between reality and fiction. Yukio gaped after the escaped she-Fox, staring aimlessly into the flickering mass of purple demonic ki.
Kane held fast to the Detective's jacket, gazing sternly into the intense pits of blackness beyond the purple ki signals of the rugged gate to the Demon World. An eerie breeze of hellish essence slipped through his mint spikes, ruffling them against the air.
"No, Yukio...you can't follow her...not yet," he murmured softly, his intense onyx glare setting firm against the portal.
"Why not?!" the Detective wriggled against the lug's hold, Kane ignoring his friend's efforts.
"She hasn't reached the Demon world yet..." Kane clicked his tongue against his teeth. His Jagon burned under the ki signals surrounding him, yet he focused on the demi-fox still passing through the barrier. "If you go before she's passed completely you could both be killed."
Yukio pricked helplessly, throwing his reckless stare back into the crackling pit beneath him. He barely stood against it's edge, Kane steadying his limp form from collapsing though. The Kuwabara gazed coldly into the portal, his Jagon swollen under the intensity of the ki swarming within it.
"Damn...migraine..." he winced, snapping from his hold to Ai's energy signal. "...she can't be reached any more..." he sighed in defeat, ashamed that he had allowed her signal to slip free.
"Hn...and to think she's supposed to be the rational one," Ryuuhayai snorted, stepping in position to her cousin's side. She glared ruby daggers against the flickering, almost lightening-like portal, and with a spur of pain to corrode against her third stare, she relieved herself of her efforts to track Ai. "...if neither of our Jagon's can reach her she's completely passed to the other dimension."
And with a complete lack of emotion, she swat at Kane's wrist, Yukio collapsing flaccid into the bowels of the portal. A scream whipped from his losing form, Kane gaping after the brunette in shock, the white's of his eyes completely circling the onyx.
"YUKIO!!" Gakilei screamed, sprinting to Kane's side. "KANE! YOU IDIOT!!"
"It wasn't my fault!!" he seemed hurt, trying in vain to spark his innocence. "She hit me!!"
"Hn...either way, it's no matter..." Ryuuhayai smirked, setting her burning eyes on her last two companions. "...we're all going to the Demon World, because we're all going to assist with Ai's struggle."
Gakilei pricked, and gaped for the portal below. A random, abandoned well in a dead dojo's back property...it's left edge completely demolished and caved in, with a whipping, eye of the tornado-like hole of demonic ki and souls encircling the inside...it linked the human world to the realm of demons...and Ai had but to follow her instincts toward it and dive in. Snatches of navy lightening sparked and crackled within, low moans of creaks pulsing from it's inner core.
Ryuuhayai again smirked, once Yukio's signal had collapsed beyond her Jagon's reach. "Hn?"
"You stay away from me, Ryuu!!" Gakilei dove behind the brick Kane, hoping against hope she'd be safe. The Dragon's eyebrow quirked in sync to a very monotonous expression, and her ruby glare tucked in a roll.
"Very well, Urimeshi," she smirked. Her form blurred against reality, her aura faint in her yard-length sprint. Her jet form collapsed against the barrier's gaping entrance, and down she plummeted, further and further from the snagged link to her home dimension.
Kane blinked after his cousin, his Jagon swelling in a last, fiery spurt once she had collapsed beyond his senses. He slowly turned to Gakilei, and a shrug nudged at his shoulders. A tired, reassuring smile graced his slender lips as his calm, soft voice broke into hearing. "You have to go before me, Lei...otherwise, you won't be able to tell when I make it to the Demon World because you don't have a Jagon."
Silence as the duo locked in a gaze, before the she-Detective pulsed in a weary sigh. She flashed him one of her father's most cocky grins, and kicked against the ground, falling flaccid in the bowels of darkness of demon superiority. Kane smiled after her collapsing form, and traced her ki with a very focused Jagon.
He threw a last glare over his shoulder, saturating his soulful eyes with a last glimpse of the human world. Once he let his tracing of her signal slip due to distance, he smiled, a warm pulse of a rush jerking within his neck. An eerie wind snapped the limp ribbons of his headband to and fro, flickering his mane in various directions. "Albeit this is cliche...jeronimo!!"
He leapt into the broken well, his form licked and bitten by snags of demonic ki rejecting his presence. He glared steadily below him, awaiting his arrival in a world dominated by pure-breds.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! *glare* now go review!!!
Kurama: *running through crowd* excuse me-! Oh, pardon me-! Ouch! Goodness, I apologize-! Hey I-oh, sorry! Excuse me, sir! Miss...ow!! Miss you're um...you're touching me in a very inappropriate w-AY!!! *yelps as he's grabbed in a rather shocking way, jerks around to try and find where the source of inappropriate contact went* Where'd she go?!
Anneliese: *grabs his shoulder, yanks him from the crowd* c'mon, loverboy! Hiei's gonna torch this pop-stand...!
Ellen: SAVE ME!! *scrambles frantically away from a very pissed Hiei*
Mirai Trunks: *pauses in midair* we should wait for the others...*looks back searching for Kurama and Anneliese*
Anemone: *wriggles against his chest* I WANNA SEE THE DAMAGE HIEI'S AFFLICTING!!
Mirai Trunks: *raised eyebrow*
Anemone: *keeps wriggling, failing miserably in trying to escape his hold*
Mirai Trunks: –_–;;
Anemone: *gives up, flaps limp in his arms, negative mumbles*
Mirai Trunks: *rolls eyes, turns to crowd* Kurama!! Anneliese!!
Anneliese: *dragging Kurama through the crowd with no remorse for others...right under where Mirai Trunks is floating* YO! Where are you guys?!
Kurama: *points* they're up th-mpm!! *elbowed in the head as Ellen shoves through to escape Hiei's wrath*
Ellen: HE'S GONNA KILL ME! *leaps into Kurama's arms when she realized it was him, thinking she'll be safe from Hiei*
Kurama: O_O –*thud*
Anneliese: –_–;;
Anemone: *slaps face* *Kurama slowly manages to stand up with Ellen in his arms*
Mirai Trunks: *groan* people! We have to get out of here! *BAM!*
All: *slowly turn to stare in horror at whatever Hiei did now*
*entire stage of p3 completely on fire...green fire...Hiei slowly comes walking from the depths of the enormous flame*
Hiei: *freakishly calm* my Father gave me that jacket, Onna...before I was banned from my island...
Ellen: *gulp, crouches in Kurama's hold*
Kurama: ^_^;; Hiei-
Hiei: -*roar*
All: O_O;;
Kurama: *shifty eyes* er...
Hiei: *glares dangerously at Ellen* that Onna...ruined my most prized possession-
Ellen: -I broke your Katana?!
Hiei: *glare* No, Onna! You ruined my jacket in that blind rage of yours!!
Anemone: *whisper* speaking of blind rages...
Hiei: *instinctive ki blast at Mones*
Mirai Trunks and Anemone: AH!! *Mirai Trunks dodges, ceiling completely demolished*
All: O_O;;;;
Hiei: *glares dangerously at Kurama*
Kurama: Hiei...erm...I'm sure Ellen didn't, 'mean', to ruin your jacket...
Hiei: *glares deeper*
Kurama: er...
Anemone: *heavy annoyed sigh* okay that's freakin' IT! *grabs hilt of Mirai Trunks's sword, chucks it at Hiei* take that, Morb!!
Mirai Trunks: GAH?! Mones! My sword!!
Hiei: *hilt knocks against his head...collapses unconscious*
All: O_O?! *gawk at Anemone*
Anemone: :D
Mirai Trunks: –_–;;...
Hiei: *drool*
Anneliese: um...now that that's uh...kind of settled...
Kurama: *struggles to put a reluctant Ellen down* indeed...
Anemone: yeah Ellen I think you're safe now...
Ellen: *glares suspiciously at Hiei*
Kurama: *rolls eyes, puts her down*
Mirai Trunks: *sarcasm* what a fulfilling day...we practice for a gig, get some Burger King, play the p3...we get attacked by Ellen...and then by Hiei...*eyebrow raise at Kurama and Anneliese* anyone ELSE wanna turn on the group and try to kill us...?
Kurama and Anneliese: *awkward laughter* ^_^;;...
Kurama: Mones? Shall I introduce the chapter?
Anemone: *whips out laptop, starts typing* rightio, red...talk away...
Kurama: *turns to few readers who weren't scared away* Chapter 17, enjoy.
Chapter 17: Intensity
A dense clatter rang against air. Fists...the flesh and bone snapping against the brink of a wall...frustration stripped her of composure...anger swelled her aura jagged...and fear ruffled her tail in rippled sways. Raspberry eyes glossed over in crystalline sheens, narrowed in determined casings. The she-fox beat her fists again against the wall, unable to fathom the downward spiral her entire family had been vacuumed towards.
"...mother..." she whispered tenderly, collapsing against her arms and into the wall. She pulsed tiredly, sobs racking her spine. "...what can I do? I felt Ryooki's aura...his power overwhelmed my very senses..."
Fear jerked her glare to be sprawled wide, white rings blatant around the stunning raspberry of her eyes. "...if he fears Grapko...how strong is the wolf, really...?"
Again her fist stabbed to the brick wall...again her impact dented to its surface. "WHY?! WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN?!" she screeched in frustration, stabbing her spidery fingers to her scalp and wrenching at her hair. Ai collapsed to her knees, and broke in her utter confusion. "Mother...!" she moaned against her tears, her face cradled tenderly in her slender hands.
Behind the wall, in a counter room...Yukio winced tiredly, unable to fathom the pain his best friend was ensnared in. Gakilei leaned against Kane, her form cold as fear stroked her adrenaline through her mind. The mint-haired apparition held her loosely, cradling his cheek to her wild scalp. Ryuuhayai stood segregated, refusing to listen to her dearest friend's screams of mental torment...the she-Dragon let a looming wind embrace her ebony spikes, and her fierce ruby glare tightened narrow as slits of flame beat in their depths.
Ai growled...as only foxes do...jerked to a stand, rowdy, a wild look about her usually, eerily calm face.
"My father...strongest of his generation...fears this beast...and I, even more of a hybrid than he...have no chance to even live to see the dawn of morrow."
She glared intense, raspberry daggers against air, nothing truly in her sights. The fox's tail lashed in whip-like jerks, stinging the air with a tense presence...her anger shifted the fur to stand upright, to burn in the follicles...she breathed in deathly pulses of her aggravation...silver sheens tore from the edges of her murderous eyes, streaking her face in burning tears.
"...yet I cannot allow this to happen," she growled. Alone she stood, the darkness of night playing to the shadows of her slender silhouette. "...Kisho...Mother, Hiei..." a pause as her bottom lip quivered, another wash of warmth streaking her face to an almost singeing point. "...Father..."
A fierce snarl of her determination. "They will not be alone!...I won't let any of my loved ones die..." and a breath of a smirk wafted against her ruby lips. "...not until I'm too dead to protect them."
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Raspberry bobbed groggily, and a coo of confusion escaped into the air. Voids of darkness engulfed her, and all that was heard was a loud "GOD DAMMIT!!"
Botan hissed to herself, clawing at her slim wrists. Shackles clenched skin-tight, tense and crusted with aged red. She growled in utter irritation, and cursed her weakness.
"I HATE being kidnaped!!" she muttered angrily, collapsing to a mesh in the cavern wall that almost conformed for her particular shape. "It's the most...!!...suckiest thing!!!"
"Indeed...it is a bit of a hassle, isn't it?"
Botan pricked, jerking instinctively for the voice...it was female...gentle...almost...in pain.
"No need to fret...heh...I fear that...I'm in as much danger as you, my friend..." Botan sensed a cooling sensation about the speaker's aura. She blinked awkwardly for it's source...her nimble eyes caught to a calm silhouette...chained against the jagged stone, in such a way as herself. The frail, fragile light that managed to sneak against darkness and hit the speaker's face held a warming glow to her soft exterior. Sapphire glints caught about her light-drenched cheek, her skin seeped of natural color and glowing with a creamy, almost snow blue. Silver locks escaped her scalp in flawless spikes, glowing with platinum sheens.
"...who are you...?" Botan asked with a quirked expression. A soft, gentle, almost Yukina-like chuckle pierced against the darkness, flawless in deliverance despite being nearly chaffed.
"No one of importance, my friend."
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"How is he?" chocolate scanned over thrashed ivory drenched in wet ruby. Yusuke winced slightly at his nephew's condition, and saw the pain burrow deep against the emerald of his partner's deadly glare. The Detective, though tainted with a slight concussion, had managed to weasel against his state of unconsciousness and break to reality...Kisho wasn't as fortunate.
"...he's still breathing..." Kurama racked in a steady sigh...the sliver of Yoko to burn and bubble against his flesh had suppressed itself back in his mind's core, and Suichi was yet again in major control. His voice was dry, cracked with emotion and fear. "...what can I do? We can't leave Kisho here...but we must continue, without risking him a field of danger..."
Demonic emerald watched the youth in pain, examining Kisho's every ached and gnarled feature. '...too much like Taro...'
"Hn...we do have to keep forward..." the Dragon husked against the uncomfortable setting. "Perhaps if a one of us were to guard the boy?"
Silence met the dare of a suggestion...the Koorime bid it all the further. "...your mate needs you, Kitsune."
A flick of silver against air...Kurama's tail lashed in vivid whips, the Koorime's last words, gentle, chaffed, and soft as they were, sped a rush of sensitive anger through the Fox's upper neck, a cold spur.
"...as does your sister."
Ryooki too flinched in pain, emotionally reminiscing the infant she-wolf he had once held...over fifty years ago. That child...now a woman, a mate...a mother. His sister...her personality...her very looks...still a mystery for his mind to compute...a pure-bred she-wolf, raised by an Ice clan...what of her? Would she be calm and mentally free? Or corrupt...a danger? A physical marvel...or unique in no sense? Yet no matter the confusion...both he, and the former Yoko, felt instinctive needs to protect her.
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"Ai! You can't do this!" Yukio urged against reason...against chance...the headstrong red-head refused to take his words to heart, as she stalked nimbly along in search for the closest portal for the demonic world.
"Indeed, Minamino...listen to Urimeshi...for once," the morbid of the group practically hissed from her snatch to the tree overhead. Branches hid her shadowy exterior well, blending her to the blackness of the night. Moon hit her raven locks, dusting a platinum sheen to the caught surface.
"My entire family is in the demon world, and the majority is being held captive!" Ai snarled over her slender shoulder.
"But AI..." Gakilei whined. "You're gonna DIE...!"
"No I'm not...!"
"Yeah you are!" Kane whined in sync to the she-Detective. The fox growled, ignoring the every attempt thrown at her to hold her back...until three impacts stabbed against her, jerking at the bone and jabbing her startled form to the concrete below.
Ryuuhayai pricked at the sight, stifling a cold, morbid snicker. Ai lay sprawled against the ground, blinking awkwardly at the three sources of her rather inappropriate position. Kane bound about her slim waist, his cheek against her jagged hip as he stroked against her, almost purring for her to stop and think the situation through. Gakilei struggled to pinch her legs together, the punk glaring threateningly. Yukio had her to the stomach, gazing steadily into her very soul with eyes concentrated in symbolic acid. A mad blush crept over the slope of her delicate nose as her three friends urged her to stay safe in the human world. Kane whined...Gakilei moaned...and Yukio urged with an almost disciplinary tone.
"PLEASE DON'T GO!!" Kane moaned in fear.
"You're not gonna go and be stupid!!" Gakilei hissed, struggling to keep the she-fox's kicks calm.
"You're staying here, and that is final!!" Yukio glared lowly.
The she-Dragon was caught in mad torrents of laughter, snagged in her glee at the sight. Ai let her head collapse against the ground, giving up and easing limp under the weight of her companions. Her expression set in frustration as the trio practically yelled at her.
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"Oh come now...I'm sure that isn't true at all! You've got to be someone worth while!" Botan countered sternly...her accusation was met with an innocent, calm chuckle.
"I'm not."
"But...if you were kidnaped, you must be important..." the bluette deduced with a pout of thought. She pricked, and smiled. "Do you by any chance know a Ryooki?"
Silence as Botan's companion drifted in her lost memories. "...no, not a one."
Botan whimpered in her failed attempt, and pricked yet again. "...how about a Suichi?"
"Afraid not, my friend."
"...Yoko...?"
At this the fellow prisoner pricked, and jerked her sapphire glare to lock against Botan's hopeful raspberry one. "Surely you do not mean...the legendary, Yoko of Thieves?!"
"Yes!" Botan squealed in glee. "You know him?!"
"You do?!"
"Well, I'd hope so," Botan drew away smugly, stroking her tongue across the pearly surface of her upper teeth. Sapphire blinked in confusion, the bluette pricking and giggling awkwardly, realizing her sensual behavior towards the thought of her mate.
"I know not the thief personally...but his legend is one even those of my adoptive clan can recite by heart! My word, my friend! Yoko of Thieves is the most famous creature of the demonic realm! For a one to utter question to his legend only proves their little education!"
Botan blinked awkwardly...was her mate...her darling Kurama...truly that legendary?
"Then...if you don't know either of them...why were you kidnaped here?" the bluette inquired slowly, almost unable to form the shy words tangible to the tongue.
Silence met the question, her new companion meshing against the darkness around her. "I've no idea, my friend."
"What's your name?" Botan asked softly, bobbing innocent raspberry for her companion's direction. The prisoner smiled gently, and breathed an almost too calming tone.
"Vankra."
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"Was leaving the Detective with the boy a good idea?" Ryooki snuffed, a slow whiff wrinkling his nose as his tense arms wove across his chest. A pulse throbbed his taut neck, and his ear flicked against his ruby scalp. Ryooki glared narrow emerald daggers for his humanoid brother and the morbid flame Koorime.
"...the Detective has aged in such a way that has stifled his greatest potentials..." Hiei countered softly. "...but he is still capable of guarding an unconscious youth until he awakes."
Kurama stifled his usually witty tongue, a calm almost too eerie for even him overtaking his senses. A tense glare struck against his eyes, and he gazed acidic emerald to the bowels of darkness engulfing him.
Ryooki snorted, his flesh tingling against the sensation of a crackling aura...invisible licks of energy snagged around his brother's tense form, Kurama's glare faceting with burning specks of gold. The hybrids could sense the other's intense emotion...Kurama was mad with rage and irrationality, a trait unheard of for his humanoid character.
"...Yoko..." Ryooki sighed, drawing his breaths to himself. Kurama chose to ignore his brother's efforts, and strode with steps fueled in corrosive rage.
'Botan...' his thoughts quivered with bitter lips, trembling in feigned bravery. '...how could I have allowed you alone with such harm easily afflicted to you?!' a slow, tight blink forced the emerald of his eyes to click from the darkness around them, depriving the cavern of their nostalgic glimmer. '...our son has been dragged into this...yet I continue onward...not knowing if Kisho will even survive...' pain jerked his breaths, his mentality weakening. '...why do I delay the inevitable? Do I even? Will I die here...without laying eyes on you again?'
'Suichi...' a brash, yet calming tone echoed within the bowels of Kurama's thoughts. *a/n: okay now we're in Kurama's head...one of his schizophrenic moments ^_^;;;...it's like the two of them standing talking, kinda like one of Yugi's moments when he starts talking to Yami and everything's blurry lol...*
'Hm?' Kurama blinked, jerking over his slender shoulder.
An angelic figure, whiter than snow with platinum to highlight his demonic traits. Twin gold slits set in the shadowed face, narrowed with the drama of the situation. Navy and crystalline mist licked against his slim ankles, rolling in satin tufts. An eerie, soulless breeze stroked his mane, and the triplet tails to whip and lash after him. An air of wispy, soothing motion embraced around his slender face, the shadow breaking way to light. A stern, serious countenance to meet the humanoid, and there stood his alter-ego, the figure concentrated with legendary proportions. Yoko of Thieves.
"Yoko..." Suichi sighed, a tired, strained attempt towards a smile catching to gnarl his reluctant lips.
"Don't try to craft me, Suichi...I know well your pains," Yoko barked in a gruffly relaxing tone. "...our son is dying."
Suichi bowed his head, the loose ruby locks casting shadows of sadness over the grooves of his face. "...indeed, Yoko."
"If he is our son, he will not give in until the greatest of his strengths is dried," Yoko attempted, his voice almost a hopeful coo with it's trademark rasp.
"...I can only pray...Kisho will live..." Suichi groaned softly, Yoko's ears flicking against the crown of his head at the sensitive vocal pricks they caught.
"...the Detective is with him...we must now worry of Botan," Yoko husked briskly, almost in denial of Kisho's chances...though his mind was one in same of his counterpart's, and he knew just as well the grave gamble.
"...obviously..." Suichi pulsed in a fragile sigh.
Through their forty-five years sharing a vessel, Yoko's soul split into two entities, they liked to coax their separate egos and energies into even more separate souls than they were. In truth, Yoko was one single soul, spilt against his will during his reincarnation...both knew well of the other's existence...and both knew of Suichi's superiority with control. Yoko dwelt in the deepest core of Suichi's mind, the fraction of the human brain intangible to human reach. They were joined as a unit, yet at the same time separate...separate egos, separate minds, separate personalities, torn in two during the rocky jolt into the womb...though two, they were one...they functioned as a single person, though referred to the alternate ego as another...they were a joint person, yet two souls in one reluctant package...to understand their relationship is beyond human mentality...but to know they were one, and shared a family as a man would share his wife with himself, was exactly how to grasp the complexity of the entire concept. Botan was his...theirs, his. Kurama's, be it Suichi or Yoko...both were one, neither were two...the one soul was mate to Botan.
*um...not sure if that's how it's supposed to be like...but I just watched the Kurama/Karasue episode and Yoko referred to Suichi as I have him refer to Suichi...so it...'kinda' works...I guess...um...heh? ^_^;;;*
"I want my mate back," Yoko growled, his fist clenching subconsciously to a dagger sharp point.
"Dare I say...but her life hangs in the balance, Yoko," Suichi scolded, his unnaturally intense glare faceting and swallowing flecks of melting emerald. "...our calmness is crucial if we dare to save her."
"Indeed..." Yoko snarled slowly, straining to keep his anger within his trademark, cocky composure. "...matters concerning Botan tend to strip us of rationality, ne?"
"No, I try to remain calm for her sake...but they tend to strip you of rationality, Yoko," Suichi smirked tiredly. "...you just drag me along."
"Har-de-har-har," Yoko sneered in return, his tone just as calm and eerily smooth as ever. "How humorous, Suichi."
"Yoko...how can we approach this situation?" Suichi's glare tightened, jerking him from their playful battle of wit to the sincerity of the moment.
"Releasing me would be wise," Yoko sighed, the violent gold stabbing from sight as they pressed in a low blink. "...but even with our two partners, Ryooki and Hiei...can we stop Grapko?"
Silence as the duo dwelt in their thoughts...Kurama's mind outwardly was functioning in twin motions, two separate jerks as he strained to compute a plan as either Suichi or Yoko. The navy licks of mist wafted against Suichi's ankles, cooling touches easing his boiling flesh. "..."
"There is only one way..." Yoko clicked his footing, stalking away with low steps leaking of morbidity.
"...Yoko...?"
"...let me free, Suichi...if you don't, not only will we die," Yoko's eyes threw over his angelic ivory shoulder, fiery slits not unlike those of wolves burning in their cores. "...but so will Ai, Kisho...and our beloved Botan."
Suichi pricked slightly, his eyes quivering. "...my family..."
"Danger lurks even in our very mind," Yoko sighed poetically, his raspy, eerily calming tone wreaking mental havoc on the composed Suichi. "...remember...it can hurt you with far worse pain...than even Grapko."
Suichi blinked slightly at his counterpart's words...and a smirk gripped to his lips despite his better judgement. He should fear Yoko before ever fearing Grapko...and indeed, that eased Suichi from his emotional bind, realizing the utter truth...he could do far more damage to himself than his own father could...keep so in mind...and defeat Grapko with every fragment of your courageous, regret-free soul. Fearing Grapko could do know good...knowing the damage Yoko could do to himself was far more cause for alarm...but they functioned as a unit...as a duo...a team...never would even the infamous Yoko turn on his latest partner...for his life...and sake of love for Suichi.
Yoko's form blended against the navy and crystalline mists engulfing him, bolts of black lightening licking the air in his demonic aura. Suichi smiled after his counterpart...and knew, within the eve, Yoko would again walk the surface world.
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"AI!!! NO!!!" he clawed after her nimble form, and nearly collapsed to the void himself...a tense fist gripped into the fibers of his shirt, jerking him back from the loose gap between reality and fiction. Yukio gaped after the escaped she-Fox, staring aimlessly into the flickering mass of purple demonic ki.
Kane held fast to the Detective's jacket, gazing sternly into the intense pits of blackness beyond the purple ki signals of the rugged gate to the Demon World. An eerie breeze of hellish essence slipped through his mint spikes, ruffling them against the air.
"No, Yukio...you can't follow her...not yet," he murmured softly, his intense onyx glare setting firm against the portal.
"Why not?!" the Detective wriggled against the lug's hold, Kane ignoring his friend's efforts.
"She hasn't reached the Demon world yet..." Kane clicked his tongue against his teeth. His Jagon burned under the ki signals surrounding him, yet he focused on the demi-fox still passing through the barrier. "If you go before she's passed completely you could both be killed."
Yukio pricked helplessly, throwing his reckless stare back into the crackling pit beneath him. He barely stood against it's edge, Kane steadying his limp form from collapsing though. The Kuwabara gazed coldly into the portal, his Jagon swollen under the intensity of the ki swarming within it.
"Damn...migraine..." he winced, snapping from his hold to Ai's energy signal. "...she can't be reached any more..." he sighed in defeat, ashamed that he had allowed her signal to slip free.
"Hn...and to think she's supposed to be the rational one," Ryuuhayai snorted, stepping in position to her cousin's side. She glared ruby daggers against the flickering, almost lightening-like portal, and with a spur of pain to corrode against her third stare, she relieved herself of her efforts to track Ai. "...if neither of our Jagon's can reach her she's completely passed to the other dimension."
And with a complete lack of emotion, she swat at Kane's wrist, Yukio collapsing flaccid into the bowels of the portal. A scream whipped from his losing form, Kane gaping after the brunette in shock, the white's of his eyes completely circling the onyx.
"YUKIO!!" Gakilei screamed, sprinting to Kane's side. "KANE! YOU IDIOT!!"
"It wasn't my fault!!" he seemed hurt, trying in vain to spark his innocence. "She hit me!!"
"Hn...either way, it's no matter..." Ryuuhayai smirked, setting her burning eyes on her last two companions. "...we're all going to the Demon World, because we're all going to assist with Ai's struggle."
Gakilei pricked, and gaped for the portal below. A random, abandoned well in a dead dojo's back property...it's left edge completely demolished and caved in, with a whipping, eye of the tornado-like hole of demonic ki and souls encircling the inside...it linked the human world to the realm of demons...and Ai had but to follow her instincts toward it and dive in. Snatches of navy lightening sparked and crackled within, low moans of creaks pulsing from it's inner core.
Ryuuhayai again smirked, once Yukio's signal had collapsed beyond her Jagon's reach. "Hn?"
"You stay away from me, Ryuu!!" Gakilei dove behind the brick Kane, hoping against hope she'd be safe. The Dragon's eyebrow quirked in sync to a very monotonous expression, and her ruby glare tucked in a roll.
"Very well, Urimeshi," she smirked. Her form blurred against reality, her aura faint in her yard-length sprint. Her jet form collapsed against the barrier's gaping entrance, and down she plummeted, further and further from the snagged link to her home dimension.
Kane blinked after his cousin, his Jagon swelling in a last, fiery spurt once she had collapsed beyond his senses. He slowly turned to Gakilei, and a shrug nudged at his shoulders. A tired, reassuring smile graced his slender lips as his calm, soft voice broke into hearing. "You have to go before me, Lei...otherwise, you won't be able to tell when I make it to the Demon World because you don't have a Jagon."
Silence as the duo locked in a gaze, before the she-Detective pulsed in a weary sigh. She flashed him one of her father's most cocky grins, and kicked against the ground, falling flaccid in the bowels of darkness of demon superiority. Kane smiled after her collapsing form, and traced her ki with a very focused Jagon.
He threw a last glare over his shoulder, saturating his soulful eyes with a last glimpse of the human world. Once he let his tracing of her signal slip due to distance, he smiled, a warm pulse of a rush jerking within his neck. An eerie wind snapped the limp ribbons of his headband to and fro, flickering his mane in various directions. "Albeit this is cliche...jeronimo!!"
He leapt into the broken well, his form licked and bitten by snags of demonic ki rejecting his presence. He glared steadily below him, awaiting his arrival in a world dominated by pure-breds.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! *glare* now go review!!!