Sorry this chapter took so long! I just rented a couple more YYH disks, and they got me really excited about this story again. Look for it to get really long and really action-packed. There's gonna be one fight after another, and a deepening mystery around our hero.
Thank you, Ensatsu-Kokoryu-Ha, for all your encouragement.
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.
It was harder to track Yusuke with her powers inactive, but Kira managed. She was glad she had spent so much time observing him, though. Even when he was out of sight, she had a good guess where he was headed.
Even without her spirit powers, Kira sensed that someone was following her down one of the dingier allies. Cursing softly, she took a couple of left turns in a row, doubling back on her trail to confuse her pursuer. Up ahead, four boys in high school uniforms lounged around. Judging by the fact they were skipping school, they probably didn't care much about the rules.
Kira's pursuer called out, "Hey, pretty lady. Where are you going?" Another high-school thug.
"Perfect," thought Kira, "A gang of little boys, and I'm still too weak to form a single thread." She said aloud, "Sorry, boys, I don't have time to play with you right now. Why don't you run along home?" "Bitch," yelled the one with a gorilla's brow. "You'll pay for that." "Hold on, Goren. We wouldn't want to hurt such a beautiful woman. We should just teach her some manners." Kira waited patiently as the five surrounded her. They tried to coordinate their attack; two moved in at the same time, trying to grab her arms to pin her down. It was child's play to duck out of the way and trip one so he crashed into the other. The one called Goren tried to grab her around the waist from behind-
Lights exploded behind her eyes when the boy squeezed her side. Kisama! If she didn't end this fast, the wound in her side would start bleeding again. She brought her left foot down on his instep while smashing her head back into his face. His nose broke with a crunching noise. He howled and held on to his bleeding nose.
"Kaji, you bully!" Kira turned to see the new speaker was none other than the orange-haired idiot, Kuwabara. Worse, he seemed intent on rescuing her. "You and your gang had better clear out, or I, Kuwabara Kazuma, am gonna pound you." "Oh yeah?" Kaji sneered, but he knew he was in over his head. "Fine, you can have the bitch. She was more trouble than she was worth, anyway." Kuwabara flattened the older boy with one punch. "Never insult a lady in front of me, punk. Got it?" The entire right side of Kaji's face was swelling up. He took off after the rest of his gang, who were already running.
Kuwabara turned gallantly to the woman he just saved. "Are you all right, miss? Those boys can be pretty rough. By the way, I'm Kuwabara Kazuma." Kira half-expected the boy to call himself "Kuwabara the Great," he was swaggering so much. Still, he could be useful . . . "Kuwabara-kun," she said in her best imitation of a motherly voice, "Thank you so much. I wonder if you could help me find a boy your age named Minamino Suichi?" "Oh, you mean Kurama? Oops! Forget I said that. I mean, um, sure I know Suichi-kun. But I've never heard of Kurama." Not the brightest human, but clearly noble and brave. Unfortunately, Kira respected none of these traits; nobility and bravery were often stupidity in disguise. "Then perhaps you could tell me where Minamino-kun is?" "Certainly, Miss . . . uh?" "How silly of me. You can call me Nigenu." "Certainly, Nigenu-san. I'll take you to his school." "What a sweet young man you are, Kuwabara-kun.
The principal of Minamino's middle school was flustered and beaming as he escorted Kira down the hall. "We are honored, truly honored, Nigenu-san, to have a representative from an American high school interested in one of our students." "The Dresden school is a school that seeks to embrace the very best students internationally. Of course, you've heard of the number one ranked high school in America in biology studies. With a middle school as excellent as your own must have representatives coming to interview students all the time." "Ah, of course, Nigenu-san. But the Dresden school! Even here in Japan everyone has heard of the Dresden school." "I am so glad to hear it." "Here is Suichi's classroom, I'll just get him for you." The teacher opened the door and called, "Sensei, I need to speak with Minamino Suichi-kun. It is a matter of greatest urgency." Kurama emerged from the classroom with a puzzled look on his face. "Sir? What is it? Has something happened to my mother?" "Oh, no, Suichi-kun," the principal assured him, patting him awkwardly on the back. "It is a wonderful opportunity. The Dresden school in the United States is considering you as a possible student!" "Nani? What are you talking about . . ." Kurama stopped suddenly when he saw Kira.
She said, "Minamino-kun, it is a great honor to be considered by the Dresden private high school. We should get started with the interview and evaluation process right away. Please follow me." The principal said, "Wait! Where are you going? Shouldn't I come with you?" Kira flashed him a dazzling smile. "I would love it if you could come along, but I'm afraid the student must be evaluated alone. However, I will be returning shortly for interviews with his teachers and, naturally, his principal." "Oh." "The battery of tests will take the rest of the week to complete. You will excuse him, of course." She swept down the stairs without waiting for a reply, Kurama following.
Kurama grabbed her arm. "What do you think you're doing?" "We need to talk right now. And you will be unable to come to school for a couple of days. This was the simplest way." "How did you find me?" "A friend of yours. He's been waiting outside." Kuwabara ran up to them. "Hey Kurama! I mean, uh, Minamino . . ." "Don't worry about it, Kuwabara," Kurama snapped, "She knows both of my names." "All three of them, actually. Yoko, Kurama, and Minamino. That's what I came to warn you about." Kurama said incredulously, "You pulled me out of school to tell me you knew my name?" "Yes. If I know your alter-ego of darling little Minamino Suichi, so does the Guild. Which means Suichi's mother may be in danger. And Urameshi's mother, and Kuwabara's sister." Kurama paled. "Kuso! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" For a moment, it looked as if Kira was going to make a scathing retort, but then she sighed. "Gomen nasai. I didn't think of it until an hour ago." "Hold on," Kuwabara said with a note of desperation. "Kurama-- I mean, Suichi, or whatever . . . you know Nigenu-san? And what's this about our families being in danger?" "Nigenu-san?" Kurama asked blankly.
Kira said, "You aren't the only one with more than one name. Listen, Kurama, this was a mistake from the beginning. I'm skipping town. Good luck protecting Urameshi." Kurama protested, "Wait, Kira. You can't leave now, you promised . . . What happened to you? The back of your head is bleeding." Kuwabara growled, "Did one of those punks hurt you? I'll grind them into the ground!" "Actually, it's their blood. Shouldn't have head-butted that ningen." She explained to Kurama, "I met a lovely gang of high school boys. I didn't even have the strength to get rid of them; I had to be rescued by this shining example of chivalry here. I'll be useless in any real fight." "Hey!" Kuwabara yelled, stung, "Kurama, what'd she call me? What's a chivalry?" Ignoring him, Kurama argued, "Kira, you may not be able to fight right now, but you have valuable information about what we're up against. We need your help almost as much as you need ours." "I won't agree to stay for long, but I'll tell you where you can get the information you need. On the east side of town, there's a yokai who deals in information." "Like a drug dealer?" "Only much more expensive." Ranka was an old yokai who walked using a cane. His shop was a dusty old herb store with a sign on the front door that said "Out of Business." Ranka's real business, however, was thriving. No one knew exactly how he gathered his information-- some said he could talk to inanimate objects, or that his left eye could see everywhere in the world at once, or that he had a vast spy network working for him. Kira didn't particularly care, as long as his information was good.
Ranka croaked, "Kira, child, it has been a long time since you last visited me. And you have brought two friends. Lovely." "It has been some time since I have needed your counsel, jii-san. Or been able to afford it." The two exchanged formal greetings and polite chitchat for several minutes before Kira finally brought up the reason for her visit.
"I have need of your wisdom and vast knowledge, jii-san. How could I repay you for your generosity? Unless you would accept my word of honor . . .?" "Child, it pains me to say that I cannot give away my services in exchange for the promise of a doomed woman. You are becoming extremely popular among the other assassins." Kurama stepped firmly on Kuwabara's foot to stop him from interrupting.
"Most of whom have been waiting years for this opportunity, I know. Well, jii-san, if you won't accept my word, and my money is out of my reach, I suppose there is nothing that can be done." "I am sorry, my child." "If only I had thought to carry more than these three pieces of gold with me. I will not disturb you any longer, jii-san." The old yokai's eyes bulged with greed. "Wait! I just had a change of heart. As pitiful as that fee is, I will accept it because we are such old friends." "You are too kind." When Ranka spoke again, it was in a brisk, businesslike tone completely unlike the fatherly voice he had adopted during bargaining. "What do you want to know?" "What are the prices on my own and Urameshi's heads?" "Urameshi brings in ten thousand yen. Your head is worth thirty thousand." "Are either of us on the open market yet?" "No, the Guild has drawn up contracts. Urameshi's assassin is Takho, the rat. The one hired for you is . . . Akei." "Kuso. Akei's strong." "He has another assignment first. He shouldn't attack for a day, at least." "And Takho?" Kira seemed to find his very name distasteful.
"The rat might attack any time now." "I understand. Thank you, jii-san. We should be going now." "Why don't your friends wait outside for a moment? I have a question I wish to ask you, Kira-chan." Kira nodded to her friends, who complied. "Kira," the old man asked, "your friends were Kurama Yoko, also known as Minamino Suichi, and Kuwabara Kazuma." "Is that your question?" "No. What I want to know is, why don't you tell them the truth about why the Guild wants you eliminated?" "I don't know what you're talking about, jiji," Kira said in a cold voice.
"I'm talking about the little boy, Shoji Hata--" "Shut up!" Kira struggled to control her expression, carefully smoothing it to its usual impassivity. "Jii-san, perhaps you could forget that little detail?" She slipped two more gold coins across the table to him.
"It never even happened," Ranka agreed solemnly. As she reached the door, he said, "One more thing, Kira-chan. You'll need this." Kira automatically caught what Ranka threw at her. A katana. With a suspicious look at the old man, she drew it carefully and whistled. A few strokes confirmed what she had already guessed: this was an incredible sword. The balance was perfect, the edge was sharper than a razor, and there wasn't a chink along the entire blade. Regretfully, she sheathed it again. "I can't afford this, jii-san." "What you can't afford is to refuse it. That sword is the Kaze no Suzaku." "What?! The legendary emperor's sword? Jii-san, this sword is worth more than my life!" "It's not a gift, girl, it's an investment. Take it and go, before I change my mind." "I . . . I don't know how to thank you, Ojii-san." "Why don't you start by not letting yourself get killed? Now get out of here. You're scaring off my customers.
"So he gave you a sword?" Kuwabara asked. "Well, I've got a much cooler one. Watch this: Spirit Sword!" Kira snapped, "We don't have time for your idiocy. The assassin may be attacking Urameshi right now. We have to hurry." She started running, but Kurama cut her off. "What's your problem, fox? Get out of my way." "No. You're still hurt to badly to run. We won't be able to help him if we're all exhausted. We'll take the subway." Kira paled. "The train? The one under the ground?" Kuwabara asked, "You don't like subways?" She clenched and unclenched her fists a few times before muttering, "Let's get this over with." When they reached the stop, Kuwabara and Kurama had to pry Kira's fingers from the train's vertical poles. She muttered angrily, "Why would anyone want to travel inside the earth?" When she made it to the surface, she took a deep breath and shrugged off the last of her claustrophobia. "This way," she said, instantly orienting herself.
Halfway down one of the alleys, she yelled, "Kuwabara, stop!" "Huh? I thought we were in a hurry-- HEY!" he yelped as a knife flew by right in front of his nose.
"What is it, Kira?" Kurama asked.
Kuwabara yelled, "What the hell did you think you were doing?!? You could have killed me!" Kurama told him, "Only if she was trying. She has good aim." He went to retrieve the knife from where it was pinning a creature that looked like a small lizard to the wall.
"Don't bother," said Kira. "The knife'll stink too badly to ever use again, anyway." "What's the creature?" Examining it closer, Kurama thought it looked less and less like a lizard. It had six legs, no tail, and it's skin looked as if it was covered with boils. The smell was nauseous.
"Let's go: Takho must be close." Kuwabara said, "Tak-who?" "Takho, the assassin going after Urameshi. He creates these creatures: they're demons of the lowest order. Let's move." Kira ran, disregarding Kurama's warnings to slow down. It didn't matter if her wounds opened, she just had to warn the Urameshi boy . . .
Kira saw a blur out of the corner of her eye, and a fraction of a second later, a blade sliced through the air where her head had been. Off-balance, she retreated before the flashing blade until she backed into a concrete wall. She jumped over a low slash, which sent sparks off the wall. She landed a lucky kick on her opponent's chest before her feet touched the ground again. Breathless, she snarled, "Kuso, Hiei, you have the worst timing."
Thank you, Ensatsu-Kokoryu-Ha, for all your encouragement.
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.
It was harder to track Yusuke with her powers inactive, but Kira managed. She was glad she had spent so much time observing him, though. Even when he was out of sight, she had a good guess where he was headed.
Even without her spirit powers, Kira sensed that someone was following her down one of the dingier allies. Cursing softly, she took a couple of left turns in a row, doubling back on her trail to confuse her pursuer. Up ahead, four boys in high school uniforms lounged around. Judging by the fact they were skipping school, they probably didn't care much about the rules.
Kira's pursuer called out, "Hey, pretty lady. Where are you going?" Another high-school thug.
"Perfect," thought Kira, "A gang of little boys, and I'm still too weak to form a single thread." She said aloud, "Sorry, boys, I don't have time to play with you right now. Why don't you run along home?" "Bitch," yelled the one with a gorilla's brow. "You'll pay for that." "Hold on, Goren. We wouldn't want to hurt such a beautiful woman. We should just teach her some manners." Kira waited patiently as the five surrounded her. They tried to coordinate their attack; two moved in at the same time, trying to grab her arms to pin her down. It was child's play to duck out of the way and trip one so he crashed into the other. The one called Goren tried to grab her around the waist from behind-
Lights exploded behind her eyes when the boy squeezed her side. Kisama! If she didn't end this fast, the wound in her side would start bleeding again. She brought her left foot down on his instep while smashing her head back into his face. His nose broke with a crunching noise. He howled and held on to his bleeding nose.
"Kaji, you bully!" Kira turned to see the new speaker was none other than the orange-haired idiot, Kuwabara. Worse, he seemed intent on rescuing her. "You and your gang had better clear out, or I, Kuwabara Kazuma, am gonna pound you." "Oh yeah?" Kaji sneered, but he knew he was in over his head. "Fine, you can have the bitch. She was more trouble than she was worth, anyway." Kuwabara flattened the older boy with one punch. "Never insult a lady in front of me, punk. Got it?" The entire right side of Kaji's face was swelling up. He took off after the rest of his gang, who were already running.
Kuwabara turned gallantly to the woman he just saved. "Are you all right, miss? Those boys can be pretty rough. By the way, I'm Kuwabara Kazuma." Kira half-expected the boy to call himself "Kuwabara the Great," he was swaggering so much. Still, he could be useful . . . "Kuwabara-kun," she said in her best imitation of a motherly voice, "Thank you so much. I wonder if you could help me find a boy your age named Minamino Suichi?" "Oh, you mean Kurama? Oops! Forget I said that. I mean, um, sure I know Suichi-kun. But I've never heard of Kurama." Not the brightest human, but clearly noble and brave. Unfortunately, Kira respected none of these traits; nobility and bravery were often stupidity in disguise. "Then perhaps you could tell me where Minamino-kun is?" "Certainly, Miss . . . uh?" "How silly of me. You can call me Nigenu." "Certainly, Nigenu-san. I'll take you to his school." "What a sweet young man you are, Kuwabara-kun.
The principal of Minamino's middle school was flustered and beaming as he escorted Kira down the hall. "We are honored, truly honored, Nigenu-san, to have a representative from an American high school interested in one of our students." "The Dresden school is a school that seeks to embrace the very best students internationally. Of course, you've heard of the number one ranked high school in America in biology studies. With a middle school as excellent as your own must have representatives coming to interview students all the time." "Ah, of course, Nigenu-san. But the Dresden school! Even here in Japan everyone has heard of the Dresden school." "I am so glad to hear it." "Here is Suichi's classroom, I'll just get him for you." The teacher opened the door and called, "Sensei, I need to speak with Minamino Suichi-kun. It is a matter of greatest urgency." Kurama emerged from the classroom with a puzzled look on his face. "Sir? What is it? Has something happened to my mother?" "Oh, no, Suichi-kun," the principal assured him, patting him awkwardly on the back. "It is a wonderful opportunity. The Dresden school in the United States is considering you as a possible student!" "Nani? What are you talking about . . ." Kurama stopped suddenly when he saw Kira.
She said, "Minamino-kun, it is a great honor to be considered by the Dresden private high school. We should get started with the interview and evaluation process right away. Please follow me." The principal said, "Wait! Where are you going? Shouldn't I come with you?" Kira flashed him a dazzling smile. "I would love it if you could come along, but I'm afraid the student must be evaluated alone. However, I will be returning shortly for interviews with his teachers and, naturally, his principal." "Oh." "The battery of tests will take the rest of the week to complete. You will excuse him, of course." She swept down the stairs without waiting for a reply, Kurama following.
Kurama grabbed her arm. "What do you think you're doing?" "We need to talk right now. And you will be unable to come to school for a couple of days. This was the simplest way." "How did you find me?" "A friend of yours. He's been waiting outside." Kuwabara ran up to them. "Hey Kurama! I mean, uh, Minamino . . ." "Don't worry about it, Kuwabara," Kurama snapped, "She knows both of my names." "All three of them, actually. Yoko, Kurama, and Minamino. That's what I came to warn you about." Kurama said incredulously, "You pulled me out of school to tell me you knew my name?" "Yes. If I know your alter-ego of darling little Minamino Suichi, so does the Guild. Which means Suichi's mother may be in danger. And Urameshi's mother, and Kuwabara's sister." Kurama paled. "Kuso! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" For a moment, it looked as if Kira was going to make a scathing retort, but then she sighed. "Gomen nasai. I didn't think of it until an hour ago." "Hold on," Kuwabara said with a note of desperation. "Kurama-- I mean, Suichi, or whatever . . . you know Nigenu-san? And what's this about our families being in danger?" "Nigenu-san?" Kurama asked blankly.
Kira said, "You aren't the only one with more than one name. Listen, Kurama, this was a mistake from the beginning. I'm skipping town. Good luck protecting Urameshi." Kurama protested, "Wait, Kira. You can't leave now, you promised . . . What happened to you? The back of your head is bleeding." Kuwabara growled, "Did one of those punks hurt you? I'll grind them into the ground!" "Actually, it's their blood. Shouldn't have head-butted that ningen." She explained to Kurama, "I met a lovely gang of high school boys. I didn't even have the strength to get rid of them; I had to be rescued by this shining example of chivalry here. I'll be useless in any real fight." "Hey!" Kuwabara yelled, stung, "Kurama, what'd she call me? What's a chivalry?" Ignoring him, Kurama argued, "Kira, you may not be able to fight right now, but you have valuable information about what we're up against. We need your help almost as much as you need ours." "I won't agree to stay for long, but I'll tell you where you can get the information you need. On the east side of town, there's a yokai who deals in information." "Like a drug dealer?" "Only much more expensive." Ranka was an old yokai who walked using a cane. His shop was a dusty old herb store with a sign on the front door that said "Out of Business." Ranka's real business, however, was thriving. No one knew exactly how he gathered his information-- some said he could talk to inanimate objects, or that his left eye could see everywhere in the world at once, or that he had a vast spy network working for him. Kira didn't particularly care, as long as his information was good.
Ranka croaked, "Kira, child, it has been a long time since you last visited me. And you have brought two friends. Lovely." "It has been some time since I have needed your counsel, jii-san. Or been able to afford it." The two exchanged formal greetings and polite chitchat for several minutes before Kira finally brought up the reason for her visit.
"I have need of your wisdom and vast knowledge, jii-san. How could I repay you for your generosity? Unless you would accept my word of honor . . .?" "Child, it pains me to say that I cannot give away my services in exchange for the promise of a doomed woman. You are becoming extremely popular among the other assassins." Kurama stepped firmly on Kuwabara's foot to stop him from interrupting.
"Most of whom have been waiting years for this opportunity, I know. Well, jii-san, if you won't accept my word, and my money is out of my reach, I suppose there is nothing that can be done." "I am sorry, my child." "If only I had thought to carry more than these three pieces of gold with me. I will not disturb you any longer, jii-san." The old yokai's eyes bulged with greed. "Wait! I just had a change of heart. As pitiful as that fee is, I will accept it because we are such old friends." "You are too kind." When Ranka spoke again, it was in a brisk, businesslike tone completely unlike the fatherly voice he had adopted during bargaining. "What do you want to know?" "What are the prices on my own and Urameshi's heads?" "Urameshi brings in ten thousand yen. Your head is worth thirty thousand." "Are either of us on the open market yet?" "No, the Guild has drawn up contracts. Urameshi's assassin is Takho, the rat. The one hired for you is . . . Akei." "Kuso. Akei's strong." "He has another assignment first. He shouldn't attack for a day, at least." "And Takho?" Kira seemed to find his very name distasteful.
"The rat might attack any time now." "I understand. Thank you, jii-san. We should be going now." "Why don't your friends wait outside for a moment? I have a question I wish to ask you, Kira-chan." Kira nodded to her friends, who complied. "Kira," the old man asked, "your friends were Kurama Yoko, also known as Minamino Suichi, and Kuwabara Kazuma." "Is that your question?" "No. What I want to know is, why don't you tell them the truth about why the Guild wants you eliminated?" "I don't know what you're talking about, jiji," Kira said in a cold voice.
"I'm talking about the little boy, Shoji Hata--" "Shut up!" Kira struggled to control her expression, carefully smoothing it to its usual impassivity. "Jii-san, perhaps you could forget that little detail?" She slipped two more gold coins across the table to him.
"It never even happened," Ranka agreed solemnly. As she reached the door, he said, "One more thing, Kira-chan. You'll need this." Kira automatically caught what Ranka threw at her. A katana. With a suspicious look at the old man, she drew it carefully and whistled. A few strokes confirmed what she had already guessed: this was an incredible sword. The balance was perfect, the edge was sharper than a razor, and there wasn't a chink along the entire blade. Regretfully, she sheathed it again. "I can't afford this, jii-san." "What you can't afford is to refuse it. That sword is the Kaze no Suzaku." "What?! The legendary emperor's sword? Jii-san, this sword is worth more than my life!" "It's not a gift, girl, it's an investment. Take it and go, before I change my mind." "I . . . I don't know how to thank you, Ojii-san." "Why don't you start by not letting yourself get killed? Now get out of here. You're scaring off my customers.
"So he gave you a sword?" Kuwabara asked. "Well, I've got a much cooler one. Watch this: Spirit Sword!" Kira snapped, "We don't have time for your idiocy. The assassin may be attacking Urameshi right now. We have to hurry." She started running, but Kurama cut her off. "What's your problem, fox? Get out of my way." "No. You're still hurt to badly to run. We won't be able to help him if we're all exhausted. We'll take the subway." Kira paled. "The train? The one under the ground?" Kuwabara asked, "You don't like subways?" She clenched and unclenched her fists a few times before muttering, "Let's get this over with." When they reached the stop, Kuwabara and Kurama had to pry Kira's fingers from the train's vertical poles. She muttered angrily, "Why would anyone want to travel inside the earth?" When she made it to the surface, she took a deep breath and shrugged off the last of her claustrophobia. "This way," she said, instantly orienting herself.
Halfway down one of the alleys, she yelled, "Kuwabara, stop!" "Huh? I thought we were in a hurry-- HEY!" he yelped as a knife flew by right in front of his nose.
"What is it, Kira?" Kurama asked.
Kuwabara yelled, "What the hell did you think you were doing?!? You could have killed me!" Kurama told him, "Only if she was trying. She has good aim." He went to retrieve the knife from where it was pinning a creature that looked like a small lizard to the wall.
"Don't bother," said Kira. "The knife'll stink too badly to ever use again, anyway." "What's the creature?" Examining it closer, Kurama thought it looked less and less like a lizard. It had six legs, no tail, and it's skin looked as if it was covered with boils. The smell was nauseous.
"Let's go: Takho must be close." Kuwabara said, "Tak-who?" "Takho, the assassin going after Urameshi. He creates these creatures: they're demons of the lowest order. Let's move." Kira ran, disregarding Kurama's warnings to slow down. It didn't matter if her wounds opened, she just had to warn the Urameshi boy . . .
Kira saw a blur out of the corner of her eye, and a fraction of a second later, a blade sliced through the air where her head had been. Off-balance, she retreated before the flashing blade until she backed into a concrete wall. She jumped over a low slash, which sent sparks off the wall. She landed a lucky kick on her opponent's chest before her feet touched the ground again. Breathless, she snarled, "Kuso, Hiei, you have the worst timing."