*A/N: I must apologize for the inconvenience; Kurama is a fox-spirit demon,
not a wolf-spirit demon. This was stated by Hiei_Lover.
* I do not own any of the Yu Yu Hakusho characters, besides "Death," she is
mine. So you shouldn't have any reason to flame me until I start killing
off characters, lol.
The Mask Is Off, And The Match Begins
The Prince sat sucking on his pacifier impatiently. "Why can't they disqualify her, Ogre?"
"W-Well, it seems that a name was crossed out, sir. So, if they disqualified her, it would be like disqualifying Yusuke," the blue ogre demon said, nervously go through documents to see if his statement was correct. The young prince was not one the Ogre wished to get mad, his father being in charge of the underworld and all.
"This is very annoying, Ogre. Are you absolutely positive about this?" he asked, not even looking in the ogre's direction.
"A-Absolutely positive... well, pretty positive. Okay, sir. I haven't a clue, but what can we do. It's the decision of the committee. There is nothing you, or me can do about it... right sir?"
"You're not helping, Ogre!" the small boy said, sucking even louder on his pacifier. "Do you want to lose your job? I know many people who want it."
"No, sir," Ogre said, scared at the thought of losing his job, the only reason that he hasn't passed on to heaven or hell.
"Then keep looking! I shouldn't have to tell you more than once!"
**********
"What do you mean I can't disqualify her!?" a fat committee member screamed to where the crowd could here.
A young human began, "It seems as if a name was signed up here-"
"Was there," the fat man said, happy at the thought of the Urameshi team having their last hope be disqualified.
"Will you let me finish?" the young man said, irritated. The man had a long scar that went over his right eye. He was calm and handsome in his black suit. He looked as if he was going to someone's funeral, but without the tears. "A name was signed up here, but now it's incomprehensible. If you were going to fight in this tournament, would you give your true name?"
"Fine, well it doesn't matter anyways. Jin will beat her, no sweat," the fat man began to nod his head defiantly.
**********
"Okay, Jin versus Death. Ready, FIGHT!" Foxy screamed to the crowd.
"Ding-Ding-Ding," the sound of the inner-com broke through the screaming of the crowd. "This so-called "Death," will continue the fight. The fighter is legal."
After the announcement, I jumped at the red haired demon. I was to quick to estimate Jin's powers and abilities, but that was something I'd comprehend later. The punch I created to throw at Jin was powerful, but Jin was quick, and used his powers to his fullest potential earlier than I thought he would. He seemed to dive toward the sky at an enormous rate. Spiraling high into the air, thinking that he lost my punch, low and behold, he was wrong.
"That missy's got a lot of power!" the Irish demon said.
"If you liked that, how's this?" I screamed. "By the way, thanks for the ride!" It was to late for Jin to block my kick to his gut, but then, as I kicked he dropped his foot on the hand that was connecting me to him. As all rocks do, I fell.
I should have easily landed, given almost four different chances, but the dang cloak I was wearing became entangled with my feet. I landed hard on my right shoulder and heard a small popping noise.
"This isn't coming in handy," I said, ripping it off of my back. The pain in my shoulder was small, but noticeable. I placed my left hand on the injured shoulder and jammed it back and then forward, yet again, a small popping noise.
I didn't have to look at Jin's face to know what he was thinking, 'wow, knew I'd be fighten' a girl, but....' They always think things like this when I show my physical form.
Jin whistled a high note, "Wow, knew I'd be fighten' a girl but, not a good lookin' one."
My physical form was skinny and pale my clothing was dark. My shirt was sleeveless, and where the sleeves were supposed to go were tears. My pants were a pale cream in an Arabic style; the boots were a deep black. I also wore a black shawl. My blackish-blue hair wasn't very long, but it reached to the middle of my back. I focused and turned the Rose Whip that hung at my side back into the normal blood red ribbon, I then tied it near the end of my hair. The ribbon reached to the back of my knee.
"Flphaha," Yusuke tried to muffle his laugh, but soon gave up. "Hahahahahahahaha!! Come on! Get out of the ring let the big boys fight. Why don't you go back home and play with your dollies?"
I closed my eyes, wishing that the option Yusuke gave, I didn't have to use, but, alas, to no avail. The option had to be used. As a demon, well, only half in my case, but a demon non-the less, I had to defend my honor.
"Foxy, remember to count, I want to know how long this will take me," I said, snapping my fingers at her to get her attention.
"I don't understand, but if you leave the ring, I have to count."
"Okay," I nodded, and then turned back to Yusuke, "Urameshi! You're dead!" I hollered, jumping smoothly of the ring and dragging Yusuke into the hallway that led to the ring. I began to hit him. Hard.
"Wait!! I didn't mean it! Hey that hurts! That doesn't belong there!! Let GOOOO!" Yet the screams of Yusuke Urameshi fell on deaf ears.
"One-Two-Three-Four-"Foxy began.
"Done. Sorry to leave you waiting. I hit a little to hard for Urameshi to handle." I said returning to the ring.
"Oh, well. And I was beginin' to like the guy, too. Let's begin this," Jin said, his ears twitching like mad. He stood, poised in the air.
I also took my mark; my hands were located behind my back, on my shawl. The lone run began. Both of us fighters prepared our hits, and prepared to be hit. But Urameshi wasn't the only one who underestimated me.
To summarize the first hit... it hurt Jin far more than it hurt me. Jin's punch ricocheted off of my left shoulder allowing me to spin quicker than I thought I was capable of doing at the time. My plan had worked completely. In my hand I held a thin but powerful piece of unbreakable metal, which was once my shawl. The ability to turn one object into another at the blink of an eye comes in handy from time to time.
Jin's wounded body flew to the other side of the ring. As normally done with the ring, a deep crater was emitted by the hit. Jin's body bounced three more times before it finally ceased its loud thudding. Three small lines of blood protruded from three different areas on his body. One near his cheek, one on his neck, and the last cut through his shirt and was above his heart. The hit that hurt the most on him, was the hit with the blunt side of the sharp shield, which, inevitably, threw him to the end of the ring. This didn't stop Jin. He stood up, holding his side.
"Wow, don't blink folks, this girls fast. In fact, can we get that on our monitor?" Foxy asked, now entirely devoted to this mysterious female.
A few moments later the monitor at the top of the "theatre" began to show the attack I just finished. Even with the monitor going, it still was to slow to catch my movements. To be truthful, I only spun twice. The first three hits were done with my left hand, and then I spun and hit with both of my hands to throw him as far as I did.
The monitor stopped and all eyes returned back to the fighters. Jin was standing fully. He was amazed and yet shocked at my speed. He looked back at me, "Shall we do that again? The fans seem to like it."
"Let's go."
We, again, took our marks and began to run at full speed. I knew the same trick wouldn't work twice, so I began to plot a new one.
The Mask Is Off, And The Match Begins
The Prince sat sucking on his pacifier impatiently. "Why can't they disqualify her, Ogre?"
"W-Well, it seems that a name was crossed out, sir. So, if they disqualified her, it would be like disqualifying Yusuke," the blue ogre demon said, nervously go through documents to see if his statement was correct. The young prince was not one the Ogre wished to get mad, his father being in charge of the underworld and all.
"This is very annoying, Ogre. Are you absolutely positive about this?" he asked, not even looking in the ogre's direction.
"A-Absolutely positive... well, pretty positive. Okay, sir. I haven't a clue, but what can we do. It's the decision of the committee. There is nothing you, or me can do about it... right sir?"
"You're not helping, Ogre!" the small boy said, sucking even louder on his pacifier. "Do you want to lose your job? I know many people who want it."
"No, sir," Ogre said, scared at the thought of losing his job, the only reason that he hasn't passed on to heaven or hell.
"Then keep looking! I shouldn't have to tell you more than once!"
**********
"What do you mean I can't disqualify her!?" a fat committee member screamed to where the crowd could here.
A young human began, "It seems as if a name was signed up here-"
"Was there," the fat man said, happy at the thought of the Urameshi team having their last hope be disqualified.
"Will you let me finish?" the young man said, irritated. The man had a long scar that went over his right eye. He was calm and handsome in his black suit. He looked as if he was going to someone's funeral, but without the tears. "A name was signed up here, but now it's incomprehensible. If you were going to fight in this tournament, would you give your true name?"
"Fine, well it doesn't matter anyways. Jin will beat her, no sweat," the fat man began to nod his head defiantly.
**********
"Okay, Jin versus Death. Ready, FIGHT!" Foxy screamed to the crowd.
"Ding-Ding-Ding," the sound of the inner-com broke through the screaming of the crowd. "This so-called "Death," will continue the fight. The fighter is legal."
After the announcement, I jumped at the red haired demon. I was to quick to estimate Jin's powers and abilities, but that was something I'd comprehend later. The punch I created to throw at Jin was powerful, but Jin was quick, and used his powers to his fullest potential earlier than I thought he would. He seemed to dive toward the sky at an enormous rate. Spiraling high into the air, thinking that he lost my punch, low and behold, he was wrong.
"That missy's got a lot of power!" the Irish demon said.
"If you liked that, how's this?" I screamed. "By the way, thanks for the ride!" It was to late for Jin to block my kick to his gut, but then, as I kicked he dropped his foot on the hand that was connecting me to him. As all rocks do, I fell.
I should have easily landed, given almost four different chances, but the dang cloak I was wearing became entangled with my feet. I landed hard on my right shoulder and heard a small popping noise.
"This isn't coming in handy," I said, ripping it off of my back. The pain in my shoulder was small, but noticeable. I placed my left hand on the injured shoulder and jammed it back and then forward, yet again, a small popping noise.
I didn't have to look at Jin's face to know what he was thinking, 'wow, knew I'd be fighten' a girl, but....' They always think things like this when I show my physical form.
Jin whistled a high note, "Wow, knew I'd be fighten' a girl but, not a good lookin' one."
My physical form was skinny and pale my clothing was dark. My shirt was sleeveless, and where the sleeves were supposed to go were tears. My pants were a pale cream in an Arabic style; the boots were a deep black. I also wore a black shawl. My blackish-blue hair wasn't very long, but it reached to the middle of my back. I focused and turned the Rose Whip that hung at my side back into the normal blood red ribbon, I then tied it near the end of my hair. The ribbon reached to the back of my knee.
"Flphaha," Yusuke tried to muffle his laugh, but soon gave up. "Hahahahahahahaha!! Come on! Get out of the ring let the big boys fight. Why don't you go back home and play with your dollies?"
I closed my eyes, wishing that the option Yusuke gave, I didn't have to use, but, alas, to no avail. The option had to be used. As a demon, well, only half in my case, but a demon non-the less, I had to defend my honor.
"Foxy, remember to count, I want to know how long this will take me," I said, snapping my fingers at her to get her attention.
"I don't understand, but if you leave the ring, I have to count."
"Okay," I nodded, and then turned back to Yusuke, "Urameshi! You're dead!" I hollered, jumping smoothly of the ring and dragging Yusuke into the hallway that led to the ring. I began to hit him. Hard.
"Wait!! I didn't mean it! Hey that hurts! That doesn't belong there!! Let GOOOO!" Yet the screams of Yusuke Urameshi fell on deaf ears.
"One-Two-Three-Four-"Foxy began.
"Done. Sorry to leave you waiting. I hit a little to hard for Urameshi to handle." I said returning to the ring.
"Oh, well. And I was beginin' to like the guy, too. Let's begin this," Jin said, his ears twitching like mad. He stood, poised in the air.
I also took my mark; my hands were located behind my back, on my shawl. The lone run began. Both of us fighters prepared our hits, and prepared to be hit. But Urameshi wasn't the only one who underestimated me.
To summarize the first hit... it hurt Jin far more than it hurt me. Jin's punch ricocheted off of my left shoulder allowing me to spin quicker than I thought I was capable of doing at the time. My plan had worked completely. In my hand I held a thin but powerful piece of unbreakable metal, which was once my shawl. The ability to turn one object into another at the blink of an eye comes in handy from time to time.
Jin's wounded body flew to the other side of the ring. As normally done with the ring, a deep crater was emitted by the hit. Jin's body bounced three more times before it finally ceased its loud thudding. Three small lines of blood protruded from three different areas on his body. One near his cheek, one on his neck, and the last cut through his shirt and was above his heart. The hit that hurt the most on him, was the hit with the blunt side of the sharp shield, which, inevitably, threw him to the end of the ring. This didn't stop Jin. He stood up, holding his side.
"Wow, don't blink folks, this girls fast. In fact, can we get that on our monitor?" Foxy asked, now entirely devoted to this mysterious female.
A few moments later the monitor at the top of the "theatre" began to show the attack I just finished. Even with the monitor going, it still was to slow to catch my movements. To be truthful, I only spun twice. The first three hits were done with my left hand, and then I spun and hit with both of my hands to throw him as far as I did.
The monitor stopped and all eyes returned back to the fighters. Jin was standing fully. He was amazed and yet shocked at my speed. He looked back at me, "Shall we do that again? The fans seem to like it."
"Let's go."
We, again, took our marks and began to run at full speed. I knew the same trick wouldn't work twice, so I began to plot a new one.