Yomi grazed past Dakota with a lightning speed. Putting his right foot
into a slide next to a piece of frozen turf, he used the static created to
form a kinetic spirit ball in his hands. He sent the ball towards the
black wolf, burning into his hair and flesh. In a retaliation offense, the
wolf released his razor-sharp claws, sending them flying in Yomi's
direction. Successfully he dodged the claws, avoiding getting sliced by
them. "I thought you said this was going to be a challenge," taunted Yomi,
"The spirit detective can hit harder than that." Dakota growled, bearing
his fangs. "You haven't seen half of what I can do, Goat Boy." Dakota
lunged at Yomi, just as Yomi sent a charge into the wolf's gut, piercing
his stomach. Dakota doubled over from that attack, but only for a spell.
Grunting to his feet, the wolf released a gas from his mouth. "This is my
poison breath, no one except me is immune to it." Yomi began to cough, but
covered his mouth with his hand. "Where are you keeping the humans? Once
I am done with you, I will need a feast." "Yeah," chuckled Yomi, on a sly,
"why should I tell you where they are hidden? You'll have to go through me
to get your grubby fangs on them." "Yomi that can be arranged. Doesn't
matter whether you tell me or not, once I am done with you your precious
son will make a worthy meal." Yomi became distracted by Dakota's taunts.
"Don't you dare kill Shura," he said in an irate tone, "I swear I will hunt
you and kill you myself if you so ever hurt my son." The wolf chuckled
with an eerie grin on his face. "Yomi, I would like to see you try, after
this." The wolf stood backs a ways from Yomi and fired his dagger claws
from his hands. The daggers flew at alarming speed towards Yomi, like from
a shotgun. Before he had a chance to block, one of the claws managed to
shoot straight through his chest and out his back.
At just that moment Yoko Kurama caught a glimpse of Dakota's attack. He watched in horror as Yomi began to stumble. Suddenly Yomi's body flopped like a rag doll onto the ground, his face and stomach resting on the frozen soil. "Yomi!" shouted Kurama from the other side of the field. Quickly the silver fox rushed over to Yomi's side. The silver youko knelt to his fallen friend, picking him up and cradling him in his arms. "Yoko," Yomi said in a weakened voice, "you must...you must save them. Dakota is going after the girls. You must save them. My son..." "I will protect him for you Yomi," responded Ashanti. "Thank you dear friend. You are too kind." Yomi's eyes met Yoko's. Tears started forming in Kurama's eyes. "Yoko I remember you and Ashanti when you were both only cubs and I a goat's kid. Those were the golden times. I loved the days we would run through all those caves and castles as thieves. You knew everything, led our little band throughout Makai." Yoko's face became drenched in tears. "I remember those days," he replied, his voice struggling from under his aching heart, "Yomi, you were like a second brother to me. I don't think I would have made it through all those times if not for you." Yomi covered his mouth with his left hand, coughing up blood into it. Feeling himself slipping away, he turned his head in the direction of the fox's eyes. "Save Shizuru, save your son and that unborn child of yours, quickly!" warned Yomi, his voice beginning to fade, "Forget about me." With that warning to Kurama, Yomi finally gave up his soul and breathed for the last time; his body falling limp inside Yoko Kurama's cradled arms. "Yomi...no, don't go," pleaded Yoko desperately, each of his words becoming wrapped in a sorrowful voice. He embraced Yomi's body, finding it hard to let him go. For the first time in his life, Yoko felt too helpless, watching his soul mate pass away. Kneeling to Kurama was his brother Ashanti, his warm hands touching his brother's shoulders. "Ashanti, he's...he's gone," Yoko Kurama mouthed, unable to speak through the tears in his voice. Placing Yomi's now dead body on the ground, Kurama turned his tearful eyes to Ashanti. Kurama collapsed into Ashanti's arms, his arms too weakened by his shattering heart to wrap them around his brother. Ashanti caressed Kurama in his arms, stroking his brother's silvery hair; allowing the sleeve on his tunic to be soaked by Kurama's mournful eyes.
At just that moment Yoko Kurama caught a glimpse of Dakota's attack. He watched in horror as Yomi began to stumble. Suddenly Yomi's body flopped like a rag doll onto the ground, his face and stomach resting on the frozen soil. "Yomi!" shouted Kurama from the other side of the field. Quickly the silver fox rushed over to Yomi's side. The silver youko knelt to his fallen friend, picking him up and cradling him in his arms. "Yoko," Yomi said in a weakened voice, "you must...you must save them. Dakota is going after the girls. You must save them. My son..." "I will protect him for you Yomi," responded Ashanti. "Thank you dear friend. You are too kind." Yomi's eyes met Yoko's. Tears started forming in Kurama's eyes. "Yoko I remember you and Ashanti when you were both only cubs and I a goat's kid. Those were the golden times. I loved the days we would run through all those caves and castles as thieves. You knew everything, led our little band throughout Makai." Yoko's face became drenched in tears. "I remember those days," he replied, his voice struggling from under his aching heart, "Yomi, you were like a second brother to me. I don't think I would have made it through all those times if not for you." Yomi covered his mouth with his left hand, coughing up blood into it. Feeling himself slipping away, he turned his head in the direction of the fox's eyes. "Save Shizuru, save your son and that unborn child of yours, quickly!" warned Yomi, his voice beginning to fade, "Forget about me." With that warning to Kurama, Yomi finally gave up his soul and breathed for the last time; his body falling limp inside Yoko Kurama's cradled arms. "Yomi...no, don't go," pleaded Yoko desperately, each of his words becoming wrapped in a sorrowful voice. He embraced Yomi's body, finding it hard to let him go. For the first time in his life, Yoko felt too helpless, watching his soul mate pass away. Kneeling to Kurama was his brother Ashanti, his warm hands touching his brother's shoulders. "Ashanti, he's...he's gone," Yoko Kurama mouthed, unable to speak through the tears in his voice. Placing Yomi's now dead body on the ground, Kurama turned his tearful eyes to Ashanti. Kurama collapsed into Ashanti's arms, his arms too weakened by his shattering heart to wrap them around his brother. Ashanti caressed Kurama in his arms, stroking his brother's silvery hair; allowing the sleeve on his tunic to be soaked by Kurama's mournful eyes.
