The Fighter Known as Death
It was easy to see that the fight between Kurama and Bakken would end soon. Bakken would kill Kurama, but something stopped me from retaliating to that threat. I was infuriated at the committee, and Bakken. The committee, for letting an unconscious warrior fight without his consult, and the god-cursed demon, Bakken, for trying to slay the wolf spirit demon. I was too enraged to care of what had stopped me.
I crouched next to a dark tall pillar that seemed to reach to the heavens. I was slightly leaning on this look alike tower because the swaying of my temporary "shell" made me lose my balance; so high above the crowd and contestants. This new "shell" was only necessary to hide my features until I wished to show myself. I clenched my fist tighter around the small dark red ribbon in my hand. The ribbon normally resided in my blue-black hair, but for the moment, it was my only weapon.
The so-called "Masked Fighter" and Hiei were trapped behind a magical force field caused by Ruka, the enchantress, and Kuwabara was unable to participate in this death match because of his previous injuries. The only other choice was that Yusuke fight, but knowing his luck, his Spirit Gun would still be disabled, and alone he could not fight off three well-armed fighters.
Yusuke readied his famous Spirit Gun at Bakken; no light glowed at his fingers. The large demon was preparing to devastate the crowd by emitting a final blow to the poisoned Kurama. I decided not to move, for if I did; I felt something would go wrong from what I had originally planned.
I stood up in the dark corner, my hand resting on the pillar, and evaluated my surroundings. There were two fighters that belonged to the Shinobi team, not including Bakken, a tan giant demon, who smelt pretty bad, even at this distance. The only combatinent who worried me was the last hooded figure. He seemed to be the leader of this rag-tag group. I remembered fighting the Shinobi team once before, and they posed a great threat, but what confused me the most was, why were they finally giving up their secrecy in the Dark Tournament? It's something that I would have to ask them.
The last hooded figure stopped Bakken from taking the last shot that would have finished Kurama. Jin, the Wind Master, sat upright and looked straight at me. It seemed that my hiding spot didn't fool this demon, but I expected him to spot me. I watched this curious demon to the point that his ears began to twitch.
When he began to bore me, I averted myself from having to look at him and placed my cold red eyes back on the competition. Bakken had just tossed Kurama from the concrete mat, and Yusuke was beginning to pick him up to move the unconscious demon to a wall so he could sit up. Why that mattered I didn't know, nor did I care, for now was the time for me to make my move.
With a magnificent jump, I easily made it to the center of the ring, right behind the startled Bakken. We stood back-to-back, facing opposite directions. Bakken shook under the sudden wind pressure that followed me.
"I am your next opponent, Bakken. Are you ready?" my question was clearly stated that I didn't want any chatter on how who was going to beat whom. For that ultimately bored me. "Aren't you going to begin the fight? Isn't that your job?" I didn't turn my head to the quivering brown haired demon standing about five yards to my right.
"W-who are you? You're not part of the Urameshi team," stuttered Bakken.
"It doesn't matter, I am your opponent, isn't that all that matters?"
"Are you signed up underneath the Urameshi team?"
"These questions bore me, shall we begin?"
"FIGHT!"
"Hey, what the? Who's the girl? She's not on our team! What-agh (bones crack) Ow." A man propped on the ground tried to say but ended up holding his side and falling backwards instead.
"There, you hang on okay, Kurama? I can handle the rest." The young man placed Kurama in a corner in a propped up position. He turned around slightly when his nostrils caught the worst smell of B.O. that ever, and that ever would, exist. The sound of intense fighting lay dormant in the ring. "What the? Who's fighting?" he ran up to the ring. The ring reached up to the human's waist.
"Who the heck are you?" he hollered in to the mist of...
"Yes, folks! Bakken has created a mist of sweat! And now this little fox wish she had a gas mask," the fox said into her microphone. She waved a miniscule hand in front of her nose. "The two fighters are engulfed in this white mist! I'm sure the Urameshi team's fighter can't see her opponent, what am I saying, I can't even see my microphone in front of my face!"
"What fighter?" Yusuke screamed into the piercing mist.
The mist should prove no problem to me, my eyes and ears are all that I truly need, but since my eyes are useless, my ears are the only things that I can use to its full potential. I began to gather my energy into the ribbon that hadn't left my hand. In no time at all the ribbon began pulsating with power. Now all I have to do is locate the demon crap. I began to focus on the ground.
Thud. There he is.
"Rose Whip!" The tiny ribbon in my hand pulsated one last time and in the next moment it resembled Kurama's plant whip, the only difference was that my whip was slightly shorter than Kurama's. That was because the size of the ribbon. My ability only allowed me to transmute objects into anything else that takes up the exact same mass as the original item did. Thus for, my whip was the exact same size as the ribbon previous to it.
"Die!" I hollered into the mist. I knew where the sweaty Bakken was (I'm glad I don't have a keen nose!) and I prepared my strike, I swung.
A few moments later the mist cleared, revealing a kneeling giant. He kneeled to the only thing visible to him, my black cloak.
The whip, limp in my hand, was etched into Bakken's gruesome neck. Blood began to trickle down his massive body, landing in a small puddle at his knees.
I focused on the whip and it turned back into the now bloody ribbon. I waited, and then slipped the fowl demon off of my hair accessory. A low growl of pain shot through the audience as he fell to the cement.
"Who-what are you?" rasped the demon in his last moments of life.
"You may call me Death, for that is the only thing you shall see now."
In the seeming ultimate suffering, the demon howled in pain, coughing up the last of his blood, and died. With a simple kick I throw him over the edge of the ring.
"Do you really need to count?" I asked, turning to the fox eared demon, who was supposedly a walking rulebook.
"It's part of my job," she replied. "One-Two-Three-Four-Five..."
This will get really old, really fast, I thought. I sat down cross-legged, my arms folded, and my eyes closed. And, for the first time since I began my journeys, I finally relaxed.
"Eight-Nine-Ten! The Urameshi team wins! Will the next fighters stand in the ring. What, it seems that the Urameshi team is having some problems."
You've got that right, I thought opening my eyes to Yusuke jumping into the ring, his hands jammed in his pockets in an "I'm so cool" manner.
"Why are you here?" he asked, losing that coolness.
"To help you win, I thought that was obvious."
"Who are you?"
"Excuse me, team Urameshi, you need to decide who will fight now," Foxy said.
I nodded, "All right, I'll fight next. Go sit down, Yusuke Urameshi."
The teenage boy turned around, jammed his hands back down into his pockets, and stormed off to the end of the ring, hopped down and gave me an ice-cold stare.
"Fighters have been decided! Jin versus ..., um?" Foxy began, since she couldn't remember the pseudonym name that I gave myself, she stopped.
"As I said Death."
"Okay, Jin versus Death. Ready, FIGHT!"
( The first thing to say is that I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, besides Death, she is mine. All of the characters belong to a large company, in which I am glad for.
( Second thing is that CaptainRoseShorts, and animemastr21 edited this for me, and said that I should take reviews (I'm very new at this, any info is appreciated.). With this said
It was easy to see that the fight between Kurama and Bakken would end soon. Bakken would kill Kurama, but something stopped me from retaliating to that threat. I was infuriated at the committee, and Bakken. The committee, for letting an unconscious warrior fight without his consult, and the god-cursed demon, Bakken, for trying to slay the wolf spirit demon. I was too enraged to care of what had stopped me.
I crouched next to a dark tall pillar that seemed to reach to the heavens. I was slightly leaning on this look alike tower because the swaying of my temporary "shell" made me lose my balance; so high above the crowd and contestants. This new "shell" was only necessary to hide my features until I wished to show myself. I clenched my fist tighter around the small dark red ribbon in my hand. The ribbon normally resided in my blue-black hair, but for the moment, it was my only weapon.
The so-called "Masked Fighter" and Hiei were trapped behind a magical force field caused by Ruka, the enchantress, and Kuwabara was unable to participate in this death match because of his previous injuries. The only other choice was that Yusuke fight, but knowing his luck, his Spirit Gun would still be disabled, and alone he could not fight off three well-armed fighters.
Yusuke readied his famous Spirit Gun at Bakken; no light glowed at his fingers. The large demon was preparing to devastate the crowd by emitting a final blow to the poisoned Kurama. I decided not to move, for if I did; I felt something would go wrong from what I had originally planned.
I stood up in the dark corner, my hand resting on the pillar, and evaluated my surroundings. There were two fighters that belonged to the Shinobi team, not including Bakken, a tan giant demon, who smelt pretty bad, even at this distance. The only combatinent who worried me was the last hooded figure. He seemed to be the leader of this rag-tag group. I remembered fighting the Shinobi team once before, and they posed a great threat, but what confused me the most was, why were they finally giving up their secrecy in the Dark Tournament? It's something that I would have to ask them.
The last hooded figure stopped Bakken from taking the last shot that would have finished Kurama. Jin, the Wind Master, sat upright and looked straight at me. It seemed that my hiding spot didn't fool this demon, but I expected him to spot me. I watched this curious demon to the point that his ears began to twitch.
When he began to bore me, I averted myself from having to look at him and placed my cold red eyes back on the competition. Bakken had just tossed Kurama from the concrete mat, and Yusuke was beginning to pick him up to move the unconscious demon to a wall so he could sit up. Why that mattered I didn't know, nor did I care, for now was the time for me to make my move.
With a magnificent jump, I easily made it to the center of the ring, right behind the startled Bakken. We stood back-to-back, facing opposite directions. Bakken shook under the sudden wind pressure that followed me.
"I am your next opponent, Bakken. Are you ready?" my question was clearly stated that I didn't want any chatter on how who was going to beat whom. For that ultimately bored me. "Aren't you going to begin the fight? Isn't that your job?" I didn't turn my head to the quivering brown haired demon standing about five yards to my right.
"W-who are you? You're not part of the Urameshi team," stuttered Bakken.
"It doesn't matter, I am your opponent, isn't that all that matters?"
"Are you signed up underneath the Urameshi team?"
"These questions bore me, shall we begin?"
"FIGHT!"
"Hey, what the? Who's the girl? She's not on our team! What-agh (bones crack) Ow." A man propped on the ground tried to say but ended up holding his side and falling backwards instead.
"There, you hang on okay, Kurama? I can handle the rest." The young man placed Kurama in a corner in a propped up position. He turned around slightly when his nostrils caught the worst smell of B.O. that ever, and that ever would, exist. The sound of intense fighting lay dormant in the ring. "What the? Who's fighting?" he ran up to the ring. The ring reached up to the human's waist.
"Who the heck are you?" he hollered in to the mist of...
"Yes, folks! Bakken has created a mist of sweat! And now this little fox wish she had a gas mask," the fox said into her microphone. She waved a miniscule hand in front of her nose. "The two fighters are engulfed in this white mist! I'm sure the Urameshi team's fighter can't see her opponent, what am I saying, I can't even see my microphone in front of my face!"
"What fighter?" Yusuke screamed into the piercing mist.
The mist should prove no problem to me, my eyes and ears are all that I truly need, but since my eyes are useless, my ears are the only things that I can use to its full potential. I began to gather my energy into the ribbon that hadn't left my hand. In no time at all the ribbon began pulsating with power. Now all I have to do is locate the demon crap. I began to focus on the ground.
Thud. There he is.
"Rose Whip!" The tiny ribbon in my hand pulsated one last time and in the next moment it resembled Kurama's plant whip, the only difference was that my whip was slightly shorter than Kurama's. That was because the size of the ribbon. My ability only allowed me to transmute objects into anything else that takes up the exact same mass as the original item did. Thus for, my whip was the exact same size as the ribbon previous to it.
"Die!" I hollered into the mist. I knew where the sweaty Bakken was (I'm glad I don't have a keen nose!) and I prepared my strike, I swung.
A few moments later the mist cleared, revealing a kneeling giant. He kneeled to the only thing visible to him, my black cloak.
The whip, limp in my hand, was etched into Bakken's gruesome neck. Blood began to trickle down his massive body, landing in a small puddle at his knees.
I focused on the whip and it turned back into the now bloody ribbon. I waited, and then slipped the fowl demon off of my hair accessory. A low growl of pain shot through the audience as he fell to the cement.
"Who-what are you?" rasped the demon in his last moments of life.
"You may call me Death, for that is the only thing you shall see now."
In the seeming ultimate suffering, the demon howled in pain, coughing up the last of his blood, and died. With a simple kick I throw him over the edge of the ring.
"Do you really need to count?" I asked, turning to the fox eared demon, who was supposedly a walking rulebook.
"It's part of my job," she replied. "One-Two-Three-Four-Five..."
This will get really old, really fast, I thought. I sat down cross-legged, my arms folded, and my eyes closed. And, for the first time since I began my journeys, I finally relaxed.
"Eight-Nine-Ten! The Urameshi team wins! Will the next fighters stand in the ring. What, it seems that the Urameshi team is having some problems."
You've got that right, I thought opening my eyes to Yusuke jumping into the ring, his hands jammed in his pockets in an "I'm so cool" manner.
"Why are you here?" he asked, losing that coolness.
"To help you win, I thought that was obvious."
"Who are you?"
"Excuse me, team Urameshi, you need to decide who will fight now," Foxy said.
I nodded, "All right, I'll fight next. Go sit down, Yusuke Urameshi."
The teenage boy turned around, jammed his hands back down into his pockets, and stormed off to the end of the ring, hopped down and gave me an ice-cold stare.
"Fighters have been decided! Jin versus ..., um?" Foxy began, since she couldn't remember the pseudonym name that I gave myself, she stopped.
"As I said Death."
"Okay, Jin versus Death. Ready, FIGHT!"
( The first thing to say is that I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, besides Death, she is mine. All of the characters belong to a large company, in which I am glad for.
( Second thing is that CaptainRoseShorts, and animemastr21 edited this for me, and said that I should take reviews (I'm very new at this, any info is appreciated.). With this said