Kira: Well, most of the embarrassing scenes are over.
Kurama, Yuusuke, and Hiei: ::sigh with relief::
Kurama: It's chapter three, Kira-chan!!!
Kira: Yep! ::cheers::
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Chapter Three:Demonic Attacks
Martial arts were not, nor had they ever been, all about fighting and kicking serious ass, though they did help.
Martial arts were about finding that calm, peaceful place within you. Her teacher called that place the 'Quiet Place.' A true martial artist knew where their Quiet Place was and could inhabit it at will, her teacher said constantly.
Martial arts were all about finding and inhabiting the Quiet Place.
Cherile peeled off her Chinese-style top, revealing the white tank-top underneath. This was her 'Quiet Place.'
The sun was setting slowly in the western sky, glowing a beautiful, brilliant crimson. Martial arts had just finished for the day, so her muscles were stretched and relaxed, though she felt fully refreshed and peaceful.
She sniffed and bent over, scooping up a small, perfectly rounded rock.
"I know you're there. You've been following me for some time now. Just come on out," she sighed.
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Kurama and Hiei froze. They had been so cautious and discreet!
/How...? Not even Quest-Class youkai can sense us!/
She's not human. If she is, she's like the Baka's sister. A powerful and intelligent psychic. Perhaps she can even access and manifest her ki.
"I said, 'Come out!'" she repeated, throwing the rock into a bush near them with some force.
"ITAI!" protested a voice. "Shimatta!"
"I did tell you to come out," Cherile said calmly, face wry.
/It wasn't us she sensed?/
"Bitch!" growled a demon.
"I'm not just a bitch, I am the bitch, the Queen Bitch, so you had better bow down and recognize, Bitch," she smarted off, grinning.
"You'll pay for that!"
"If you can make me. I usually let the man pay on the first date."
Apparently not, kitsune. But why would a youkai be after her in the first place?
"Oh, I'll make you."
"Who are you, by the way? I don't like doing autopsies, so I prefer to know ahead of time."
"Not a worthless ningen like you. I was ordered by my master to find you and bring you to him."
She smiled and it was ruthless enough and cold enough to make two fearless (under normal circumstances) demons shudder.
"I don't want to go. I never go where I don't want to without a good, hard fight. You think you're the first of your kind to come after me? You aren't. The others are dead. Are you sure you want to take that path?"
The demon grinned. "A fight... Hmm. Master didn't say I couldn't play with you first."
Without further warning, the demon lunged for Cherile.
She dodged gracefully, and, as she spun in the dodge, caught the demon on the back of the head with a resounding thunk!
Hiei and Kurama were both impressed with Cherile's speed and obvious skill. Five, then ten, minutes passed with the girl showing no signs of tiring, though the demon, on the other hand, was panting and gasping.
"This is pathetic. You're worse than Kuwabara," Cherile muttered, scowling. She moved.
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She maneuvered herself behind this strange person.
She hated killing, but this man's continued existence would be fatal to her. One of them would die and, to Cherile, it was no real contest.
She moved to strike and was stabbed just below the heart, eyes widening in shock and surprise before chuckling.
"You... bastard. I was just beginning to think... myself invincible."
She coughed, blood flowing past her lips as she smiled wryly. She looked at her favorite tree and saw this strangely beautiful white creature slinging a green rope her way.
Then, oblivion claimed her.
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Youko was suddenly furious. He overwhelmed the normal Kurama and took control.
"Rose Whip!" he cried.
The demon that had stabbed Cherile looked up too late to avoid the whip's deadly intent.
Cherile fell to the ground in a limp heap as the demon was sliced to many tiny pieces. Blood was spurting from the wound, yet she was oddly beautiful, lying there in the ultimate submission.
Submission to her death.
Jaganshi, his old partner in crime, rushed down and swooped Cherile up. Her eyes opened slightly and her lips curved upwards in a weak smile.
"Hiei-san?" she murmured, eyes closing again.
She's dead! I should have intervened earlier than what I did! Youko screamed at himself.
He felt curiously empty at the thought. Her death bothered him greatly.
"I know, kitsune. I feel it, too," Hiei whispered. "She isn't quite dead, though. Let's get her to Yukina."
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Kira: sighs
Youko Kurama: What the hell are you doing, hanyou?
Kira: Youko-kun!! ::glomps the fox demon::
Youko: ::sweatdrop:: Hello, Kira-chan.
Kira: Anyway, back to your question. Mainly, I'm torturing Hiei-kun and Kurama-kun. You just got dragged in somehow. Blame Kurama-kun.
Hiei: ::still struggling against the fire-proof rope:: I'm going to kill you, hanyou!
Kira: Remember what I did last time you called me a 'half-breed,' Hiei-kun?
Hiei: ::eyes widen:: Gods, no.
Kira: ::evil, happy grin:: Yep! It's about to get worse!
Youko and Hiei: Oh, Gods! NOOOOOOOOO!!!
Kira: ::rubs ears:: How rude!