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Chisara No tell: You got the part. Sorry that I put the chapter up right
when you reviewed.
Babygirl: thank you!
Hedi Dracona: ^^
Title: The Dark Side
Chapter: 4 [A New Bujutsukai]
By: Hiei_mi
After getting the landlord to open my door, thanks to Kurama
(dammit), I checked my mail. Surprisingly, two small white envelope was
hidden at the bottom of the rot-iron box. I carefully pulled my hand out,
so not to rip it. How did... it get here? No one knew my address besides
Kurama, and possibly Hiei. Oh, I told Suzuki also. Just in case some sort
of emergency occurred, and I he needed help. Though, I wasn't keen on going
back to see clown-boy. He had bribed me into joining his team. I hadn't
wanted to bother with the bujutsukai, even though I owed it to him. We were
lifelong friends, and he had helped me plenty of times(though, I had helped
him, too), but he always treated me like such a child. That's why I had
left. He didn't care if I stayed or left, so I might as well do what made
me feel better. And being around him, certainly did not.
I placed my mail on in the island that stood in the center of my
small, but workable, kitchen. I would read them later. At the moment, I had
no interest in them. I was stressed, and just wanted to relax. Not that
there was much to do here. And not in the least bit peaceful, either. The
family above me, were always fighting, and their baby screaming and crying
did not soothe my nerves. Maybe if I went for a walk at the park? Yes, I
always loved looking at the flowers, especially after a downpour.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of the various
wildflowers. There was also a neatly planted garden, with cobblestones and
rich soil, that I had examined earlier. I walked into it for the first
time. It felt familiar, though. I sat down on a nearby bench. Some time to
think would be great. Lately, all I had been doing was think up my anti-
Kurama plans. Rest and relaxation. A sweet scent wafted toward me. It was
strangely familiar. I don't usually memorize the way plants, or anything
for that matter, smelled. I opened one eye to look in the direction of the
smell. I stared wide-eyed at the plant. Red roses... that's what Kurama's
trademark, wasn't it? Why had I recognized that? Did Kurama smell like
roses? Yes, that had to be it! I slowly got up, and walked away from the
garden. I didn't like gardens anymore. Especially not this one.
I had nothing to do again. It was 9 o'clock now, and I could sleep
soon, anyway. I searched for something that would occupy me for a few
hours. I should probably eat something. I hadn't eaten anything all day,
beside that gruel(which I had only touched the water, and apple) they fed
me at that torture chamber. Er... school, I think ningens called it. I
opened the mini-fridge and got out two jars. One was labeled 'Mustard', and
the other 'Malasis'. I had read somewhere that things in jars like these
were often put on bread. I might as well try it. When I placed the bread
onto the island I noticed something. My two envelopes still laid there,
untouched. I reached for the one on top. No return address. I glanced at
the other, and it was the same. One had obviously been brought by hand,
because it had no stamps. I tore open the stamped one, and took out the
crisp, white paper. Suzuki's sloppy handwriting was sprawled over the
paper. I quickly read through it.
'Shishiwaka,
Did you get the paper? I cannot wait. I wonder what the 'New Rules'
are. It's been the way it is for a very long time. I wonder why they
changed it, now all of a sudden? I am slightly worried at this. I noticed a
slight threat behind their words. Well, I hope to see you there, Shishi.
Sincerely,
Suzuki'
Paper? What was he talking about? I set down Suzuki's small letter,
and reached for the other one. I slit it open with my finger, and emptied
it's contents: a silver key, and another letter. The paper was obviously
hand-made, it had too much texture to be factory-produced. My eyes skimmed
through the lines of neatly-printed letters.
'Dear Ankoku Bujutsukai Contestant,
It has been nearly three years since the last Ankoku Bujutsukai was
held. In another week, a brand new one will begin. This time around, there
will be New Rules. Do not worry about setting up a team. This time around,
humans are not to be aloud in the stadium. The prizes are as great as ever,
and we'd like to welcome back our former contestants. Any survivors are
urged to come back. We're sure you'll be disappointed if you do not. You
know where to go if you were a former contestant. The place is the same. To
new members please go to-'
I stopped reading here. It was not directed at me. Another Ankoku
Bujutsukai, ne? Well, I didn't seem to have much choice in it, anyway, so
might as well join. Did Kurama get one of these too? What about Yusuke,
Kuwabara, and the others? Wait, they were humans. They couldn't get in...
so what about teams? It said don't bother putting one together? Well,
whatever. As long as I got to fight Kurama, and show my fangirls how much
cooler I am than him, I'll be happy. I should check to see if Kurama, and
Hiei will be going. If so, they'd(I would, too...) have to leave soon. A
week wasn't very long, and we lived pretty far away.
My hand knocked on the Minamino family door. Kurama opened the door
with a solemn face. He brightened up a bit when he saw me.
"Are you going?" It took me a second to comprehend what he was
saying.
"Do we really have a choice?" I noticed Hiei was still there, behind
Kurama. Here he goes with the glaring again. I rolled my eyes.
"You have a point there. We'll be leaving tomorrow," He motioned to
Hiei and himself "Do you want to come with us?"
"Sure, why not?" I shrugged. At least he was ASKING this time. We
would have ended up going the same way most likely, so it didn't matter. I
had to keep acting nice, anyway. It would all be worth it in the end.
Our taxi stopped in front of a large set of steps that seemed to
stretch for miles. It might actually, I didn't know. Kurama handed the
driver the money, since it was on him. We started to walk up the steps,
which turned out to be about 4 miles. I was expecting it to be much longer.
When we reached the top, it was so crowded that you could barely get
through. I didn't recognize anybody. Everyone seemed to be new members.
Obviously, the surviving contestants brought friends. A booming voice that
could belong to none other than the female fox demon Koto, raised above the
bustling crowd.
"All right! Another Bujutsukai! I can't WAIT for all of the blood and
violence! Now, would everyone please step forward and sign up? Right this
way," She jumped out of the way as hordes of youkai trampled each other to
reach the papers. I glanced at Kurama and Hiei. After the crowd had
dispersed, I reached in for a paper. I filled out all of the form, even the
unnecessary parts. My fans needed to know whatever they could about me,
after all. Only one thing was different this time. There was no area for
team name...
Ok, the fangirls appear next chapter. ^^
Shishi: Why can't I have a fangirl?
You do! Me!
Shishi: Why would you count? O_o
The Town Idiot,
Ki
Chisara No tell: You got the part. Sorry that I put the chapter up right
when you reviewed.
Babygirl: thank you!
Hedi Dracona: ^^
Title: The Dark Side
Chapter: 4 [A New Bujutsukai]
By: Hiei_mi
After getting the landlord to open my door, thanks to Kurama
(dammit), I checked my mail. Surprisingly, two small white envelope was
hidden at the bottom of the rot-iron box. I carefully pulled my hand out,
so not to rip it. How did... it get here? No one knew my address besides
Kurama, and possibly Hiei. Oh, I told Suzuki also. Just in case some sort
of emergency occurred, and I he needed help. Though, I wasn't keen on going
back to see clown-boy. He had bribed me into joining his team. I hadn't
wanted to bother with the bujutsukai, even though I owed it to him. We were
lifelong friends, and he had helped me plenty of times(though, I had helped
him, too), but he always treated me like such a child. That's why I had
left. He didn't care if I stayed or left, so I might as well do what made
me feel better. And being around him, certainly did not.
I placed my mail on in the island that stood in the center of my
small, but workable, kitchen. I would read them later. At the moment, I had
no interest in them. I was stressed, and just wanted to relax. Not that
there was much to do here. And not in the least bit peaceful, either. The
family above me, were always fighting, and their baby screaming and crying
did not soothe my nerves. Maybe if I went for a walk at the park? Yes, I
always loved looking at the flowers, especially after a downpour.
I closed my eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of the various
wildflowers. There was also a neatly planted garden, with cobblestones and
rich soil, that I had examined earlier. I walked into it for the first
time. It felt familiar, though. I sat down on a nearby bench. Some time to
think would be great. Lately, all I had been doing was think up my anti-
Kurama plans. Rest and relaxation. A sweet scent wafted toward me. It was
strangely familiar. I don't usually memorize the way plants, or anything
for that matter, smelled. I opened one eye to look in the direction of the
smell. I stared wide-eyed at the plant. Red roses... that's what Kurama's
trademark, wasn't it? Why had I recognized that? Did Kurama smell like
roses? Yes, that had to be it! I slowly got up, and walked away from the
garden. I didn't like gardens anymore. Especially not this one.
I had nothing to do again. It was 9 o'clock now, and I could sleep
soon, anyway. I searched for something that would occupy me for a few
hours. I should probably eat something. I hadn't eaten anything all day,
beside that gruel(which I had only touched the water, and apple) they fed
me at that torture chamber. Er... school, I think ningens called it. I
opened the mini-fridge and got out two jars. One was labeled 'Mustard', and
the other 'Malasis'. I had read somewhere that things in jars like these
were often put on bread. I might as well try it. When I placed the bread
onto the island I noticed something. My two envelopes still laid there,
untouched. I reached for the one on top. No return address. I glanced at
the other, and it was the same. One had obviously been brought by hand,
because it had no stamps. I tore open the stamped one, and took out the
crisp, white paper. Suzuki's sloppy handwriting was sprawled over the
paper. I quickly read through it.
'Shishiwaka,
Did you get the paper? I cannot wait. I wonder what the 'New Rules'
are. It's been the way it is for a very long time. I wonder why they
changed it, now all of a sudden? I am slightly worried at this. I noticed a
slight threat behind their words. Well, I hope to see you there, Shishi.
Sincerely,
Suzuki'
Paper? What was he talking about? I set down Suzuki's small letter,
and reached for the other one. I slit it open with my finger, and emptied
it's contents: a silver key, and another letter. The paper was obviously
hand-made, it had too much texture to be factory-produced. My eyes skimmed
through the lines of neatly-printed letters.
'Dear Ankoku Bujutsukai Contestant,
It has been nearly three years since the last Ankoku Bujutsukai was
held. In another week, a brand new one will begin. This time around, there
will be New Rules. Do not worry about setting up a team. This time around,
humans are not to be aloud in the stadium. The prizes are as great as ever,
and we'd like to welcome back our former contestants. Any survivors are
urged to come back. We're sure you'll be disappointed if you do not. You
know where to go if you were a former contestant. The place is the same. To
new members please go to-'
I stopped reading here. It was not directed at me. Another Ankoku
Bujutsukai, ne? Well, I didn't seem to have much choice in it, anyway, so
might as well join. Did Kurama get one of these too? What about Yusuke,
Kuwabara, and the others? Wait, they were humans. They couldn't get in...
so what about teams? It said don't bother putting one together? Well,
whatever. As long as I got to fight Kurama, and show my fangirls how much
cooler I am than him, I'll be happy. I should check to see if Kurama, and
Hiei will be going. If so, they'd(I would, too...) have to leave soon. A
week wasn't very long, and we lived pretty far away.
My hand knocked on the Minamino family door. Kurama opened the door
with a solemn face. He brightened up a bit when he saw me.
"Are you going?" It took me a second to comprehend what he was
saying.
"Do we really have a choice?" I noticed Hiei was still there, behind
Kurama. Here he goes with the glaring again. I rolled my eyes.
"You have a point there. We'll be leaving tomorrow," He motioned to
Hiei and himself "Do you want to come with us?"
"Sure, why not?" I shrugged. At least he was ASKING this time. We
would have ended up going the same way most likely, so it didn't matter. I
had to keep acting nice, anyway. It would all be worth it in the end.
Our taxi stopped in front of a large set of steps that seemed to
stretch for miles. It might actually, I didn't know. Kurama handed the
driver the money, since it was on him. We started to walk up the steps,
which turned out to be about 4 miles. I was expecting it to be much longer.
When we reached the top, it was so crowded that you could barely get
through. I didn't recognize anybody. Everyone seemed to be new members.
Obviously, the surviving contestants brought friends. A booming voice that
could belong to none other than the female fox demon Koto, raised above the
bustling crowd.
"All right! Another Bujutsukai! I can't WAIT for all of the blood and
violence! Now, would everyone please step forward and sign up? Right this
way," She jumped out of the way as hordes of youkai trampled each other to
reach the papers. I glanced at Kurama and Hiei. After the crowd had
dispersed, I reached in for a paper. I filled out all of the form, even the
unnecessary parts. My fans needed to know whatever they could about me,
after all. Only one thing was different this time. There was no area for
team name...
Ok, the fangirls appear next chapter. ^^
Shishi: Why can't I have a fangirl?
You do! Me!
Shishi: Why would you count? O_o
The Town Idiot,
Ki