Alternate chapter title: "Yusuke does something really stupid"
I do not own any YYH characters. They belong to their author/creator Yoshihiro Togashi. The "Black Widow" name is also used by Marvel; I don't know anything about that character, so any similarities beyond name are completely coincidental.
"Aww, Keiko, won't you leave me alone?" Urameshi Yusuke was sick and tired of his girlfriend ragging on him.
"You haven't shown up for any classes for two days. I thought you'd gone off to another of your Ôdetective' jobs. And now you won't even talk to me. Yusuke, what's wrong?
"I told you: nothing's wrong. I'm just tired of everyone being on my back all the time." That wasn't exactly true. He'd just been so jumpy for the last couple of days. Maybe he was feeling restless; it had been almost a month since the Dark Tournament, and the Spirit World had been very quiet. Yeah, he was probably just anxious from waiting.
"Fine. If nothing's wrong and you want to be left alone, I'll go." Keiko's sailor-suit skirt swished as she left.
"Wait, Keiko, I . . . Kuso, I don't know what's gotten into me." Walking with his hands in his jeans' pockets, he walked towards his apartment, kicking a pebble in front of him. He didn't notice that he had chosen this same alley to walk through every day for the past seven days. He did notice that one of the abandoned factories had its door left ajar. Then he felt it: the presence of a youkai.
"Finally, I get some action," Yusuke yelled as he kicked the door open. There was a single small window high in the corner that cast a pure beam of sunlight through the dust. All the other windows were boarded up. Yusuke couldn't see well in the dark, but he didn't need to. He could see the demon's spirit energy blazing red in front of him. Pointing his right index finger, he called, "So long, sucker!
He felt a thread tighten around his wrists, and felt annoyed. What was this, a spider web? He jerked the string to break it, but it went slack. Strange.
Then he felt the tickle of threads around his throat. He was reaching up to pull them off when the wrist-strings went taught again, lifting him into the air. Not only those threads, but thousands of others that had been wrapped loosely around the outside of his jeans and his jacket. He was hoisted up into the air and into the patch of sunlight. It was then he realized that he was tied up by millions of almost-invisible threads. "What the hell?" He tried to jerk his right arm free, and felt the threads slicing into his wrist, forearm and elbow. "Kisama!" Several threads were visible because of the drops of blood running along them.
The youkai he had sensed earlier laughed. "Go on and struggle, boy, I love seeing you bleed." The male demon stepped close enough so that Yusuke could make out his shape in the gloom. He was an ugly, heavily armored, stocky demon with two tails which he held up over his head, poised to strike. "The great Urameshi, bogeyman of the demon world, tournament champion, trussed up like a ball of yarn. The look on your face is priceless, boy.
Yusuke's growl of rage was interrupted by a clear alto: "You wanted to finish it, Scorpion, so do it. Kill the kid and let's get out of here.
There were two of them? Why hadn't he sensed the female earlier?
"C'mon, Black Widow, you've had us trailing this guy for a week, and now that the fun part has come, you want to split?
Scorpion grabbed a random thread and tugged; Yusuke felt a pain in his left shoulder as if he'd been cut by a knife. This had gone far enough, Urameshi decided. Calling his power into his hand for his spirit gun, he yelled "shotgun," and let loose a barrage of shots.
"AAAAARGH!" Yusuke screamed and went limp. Dots still danced in front of his eyes. Where had that light and pain come from? Why hadn't his spirit gun worked?
Scorpion snickered. "Keep doin' that and you'll save us the trouble of killing you: you'll roast yourself. See, the Black Widow's thread's aren't made of silk; they're strings of ki. Can't break Ôem, and they generate a force field to contain your reiki. You're fried by your own attacks!
"Kisama, Scorpion, just finish the damned job!" Yusuke could see her now that his eyes had adjusted. She was about four inches taller than Hiei, with the long limbs and large eyes typical of demons. Hers were dark amethyst, and furious. Her hair was forest green, short and spiked. "You know the drill: we set the trap, spring it, and then leave immediately.
"Why so jumpy, Spidey? Worried that big bad Hiei is gonna show?
"You want a taste of his Hell-dragon, you can stick around. I'm getting out of here. If you won't kill the kid, I will." The female youkai pulled out a long kodachi and approached Yusuke. Urameshi saw no chance of mercy in her eyes. But perhapsÉ Yusuke released another shotgun just as she drew close enough to touch him. He felt the pain and saw the blinding light again, but was satisfied to see Black Widow thrown back five feet by the explosion of energy. She landed on her feet, still gripping the dagger which now glowed white-hot. "Nice trick, kid. You're a fast learner.
Scorpion laughed. "That won't work on me. Not when I strike from a distance." The youkai was standing directly behind Yusuke, so the Spirit Detective didn't even see the stinger coming; he only heard the sickening thwap of the poisoned tip burying itself in flesh and a gasp of surprise and pain.
Black Widow stared at her partner, eyes wide. "Scorpion? How dare you . . . ?" She fell to her knees, clutching her stomach where the stinger had embedded itself.
I do not own any YYH characters. They belong to their author/creator Yoshihiro Togashi. The "Black Widow" name is also used by Marvel; I don't know anything about that character, so any similarities beyond name are completely coincidental.
"Aww, Keiko, won't you leave me alone?" Urameshi Yusuke was sick and tired of his girlfriend ragging on him.
"You haven't shown up for any classes for two days. I thought you'd gone off to another of your Ôdetective' jobs. And now you won't even talk to me. Yusuke, what's wrong?
"I told you: nothing's wrong. I'm just tired of everyone being on my back all the time." That wasn't exactly true. He'd just been so jumpy for the last couple of days. Maybe he was feeling restless; it had been almost a month since the Dark Tournament, and the Spirit World had been very quiet. Yeah, he was probably just anxious from waiting.
"Fine. If nothing's wrong and you want to be left alone, I'll go." Keiko's sailor-suit skirt swished as she left.
"Wait, Keiko, I . . . Kuso, I don't know what's gotten into me." Walking with his hands in his jeans' pockets, he walked towards his apartment, kicking a pebble in front of him. He didn't notice that he had chosen this same alley to walk through every day for the past seven days. He did notice that one of the abandoned factories had its door left ajar. Then he felt it: the presence of a youkai.
"Finally, I get some action," Yusuke yelled as he kicked the door open. There was a single small window high in the corner that cast a pure beam of sunlight through the dust. All the other windows were boarded up. Yusuke couldn't see well in the dark, but he didn't need to. He could see the demon's spirit energy blazing red in front of him. Pointing his right index finger, he called, "So long, sucker!
He felt a thread tighten around his wrists, and felt annoyed. What was this, a spider web? He jerked the string to break it, but it went slack. Strange.
Then he felt the tickle of threads around his throat. He was reaching up to pull them off when the wrist-strings went taught again, lifting him into the air. Not only those threads, but thousands of others that had been wrapped loosely around the outside of his jeans and his jacket. He was hoisted up into the air and into the patch of sunlight. It was then he realized that he was tied up by millions of almost-invisible threads. "What the hell?" He tried to jerk his right arm free, and felt the threads slicing into his wrist, forearm and elbow. "Kisama!" Several threads were visible because of the drops of blood running along them.
The youkai he had sensed earlier laughed. "Go on and struggle, boy, I love seeing you bleed." The male demon stepped close enough so that Yusuke could make out his shape in the gloom. He was an ugly, heavily armored, stocky demon with two tails which he held up over his head, poised to strike. "The great Urameshi, bogeyman of the demon world, tournament champion, trussed up like a ball of yarn. The look on your face is priceless, boy.
Yusuke's growl of rage was interrupted by a clear alto: "You wanted to finish it, Scorpion, so do it. Kill the kid and let's get out of here.
There were two of them? Why hadn't he sensed the female earlier?
"C'mon, Black Widow, you've had us trailing this guy for a week, and now that the fun part has come, you want to split?
Scorpion grabbed a random thread and tugged; Yusuke felt a pain in his left shoulder as if he'd been cut by a knife. This had gone far enough, Urameshi decided. Calling his power into his hand for his spirit gun, he yelled "shotgun," and let loose a barrage of shots.
"AAAAARGH!" Yusuke screamed and went limp. Dots still danced in front of his eyes. Where had that light and pain come from? Why hadn't his spirit gun worked?
Scorpion snickered. "Keep doin' that and you'll save us the trouble of killing you: you'll roast yourself. See, the Black Widow's thread's aren't made of silk; they're strings of ki. Can't break Ôem, and they generate a force field to contain your reiki. You're fried by your own attacks!
"Kisama, Scorpion, just finish the damned job!" Yusuke could see her now that his eyes had adjusted. She was about four inches taller than Hiei, with the long limbs and large eyes typical of demons. Hers were dark amethyst, and furious. Her hair was forest green, short and spiked. "You know the drill: we set the trap, spring it, and then leave immediately.
"Why so jumpy, Spidey? Worried that big bad Hiei is gonna show?
"You want a taste of his Hell-dragon, you can stick around. I'm getting out of here. If you won't kill the kid, I will." The female youkai pulled out a long kodachi and approached Yusuke. Urameshi saw no chance of mercy in her eyes. But perhapsÉ Yusuke released another shotgun just as she drew close enough to touch him. He felt the pain and saw the blinding light again, but was satisfied to see Black Widow thrown back five feet by the explosion of energy. She landed on her feet, still gripping the dagger which now glowed white-hot. "Nice trick, kid. You're a fast learner.
Scorpion laughed. "That won't work on me. Not when I strike from a distance." The youkai was standing directly behind Yusuke, so the Spirit Detective didn't even see the stinger coming; he only heard the sickening thwap of the poisoned tip burying itself in flesh and a gasp of surprise and pain.
Black Widow stared at her partner, eyes wide. "Scorpion? How dare you . . . ?" She fell to her knees, clutching her stomach where the stinger had embedded itself.