Not owning YYH...loving the book, author, and show...but not owning YYH...
Chapt. 16
Showdown! Hiei Vs. Miho!
"Yes, I could smell her for miles," sneers another male.
"So this is the demon we're tracking? Seems sad that this is the demon that will save our worlds," a female says coldly.
I turn and face three demons; all wolves of fire. The tallest boy, and oldest by the looks of it, had unruly black hair and red bangs. A slightly tattered, white shirt hung loosely on his lean figure. Baggy red pants covered his shoeless feet. Bright, golden eyes were encased in black instead of white. A black sash was wrapped, and hung, loosely about his waist. He gave me a dark smile, showing his sharp canines.
The miniature boy holds a rusty looking katana firmly at his side. His black hair slightly mingles with small brown bangs. A red-orange shirt with a green stripe on each sleeve covered his hands completely. Baggy jeans let his pant leg cuffs rest lazily on the ground. Bright orange eyes were also encased in a deep black.
The younger female stood in front of both boys. Her long brown came down and brushed her mid-back. Tall and lean, she stood proudly before me. She wore a light blue shirt with a darker blue skirt. Her soft material shoes seemed to disappear with the blackness of the night. A gold pendant hung on a silver chain about her neck. And her baby blue eyes shown within the black casing.
Blood lingered about them.
"What do you want?" I ask coldly.
"To see if you are worthy of the title you hold!" the female declares.
"Title?"
"Of the Chosen Child," explains the eldest boy.
"Who are you?"
"I am Miho of the demon wolves," the female states proudly.
"I am Kiyo of the demon wolves," the eldest boy says.
"And I am Ronin of the demon wolves," growls the small wolf child.
"I hope you are better than those pathetic humans were," Miho sneers.
"And that fox!" chimes Ronin.
"What about them?! What have you done to them?!" I yell.
"Why don't you go look for yourself," Kiyo says coolly. I waste no time in taking his advice. I rush by them quickly and head off towards the clearing. At the speed I was going, it took about ten seconds to get there.
The campfire burned bright and steady in the center of the clearing, casting dark shadows on my friends. Blood was everywhere. I rush to Kurama and hold his head in my lap. He slowly comes-to.
"Darkfire?" he whispers shakily.
"Yes Kurama, it's me," I answer softly. He has a deep cut below his right eye. A deep gash ran from his left shoulder to his right hip; it was gushing blood like the Niagara Falls. Other than that, he was bruised and slightly cut. "What happened?"
"Wolves..." he gasps before slipping into unconsciousness.
Something rustles across the clearing. I gently lie Kurama's head back on the ground and rush to see what made the noise. It was Osadyro.
"Oh God, Osa!" I gasp, removing her tattered hood.
"They're looking for you. The wolves of fire. Run Darkfire, run!"
"Osa, calm down. I'm not going to run." Her wounds are far too gruesome to describe. They must be strong to do this to Osa. I'll have to be careful, I say within my head. I set Osa back on the ground and look at her. These demons are very powerful if they could cancel out my protection charm.
I walk over to the nearest person: Kuwabara. He moves slightly as I kneel beside him.
"Darkfire, I can't feel my legs," he says in a scared voice. A huge gash has taken over his middle. "Darkfire, I can't feel anything," he cries, trying to hold back tears of fear. I take his upper body (chest to head) in my arms.
"It's ok Kazuma. It'll be fine in a second, hold on," I comfort, like a mother to a child.
"I'm scared Darkfire, I'm really scared," he sobs. "I think Urameshi's dead."
"He's not dead, Kazuma, I can hear him breathing. Don't worry about Yusuke, he would never die...ever if you asked him too," I soothe, stroking his head. "Don't move, ok." I close my eyes and concentrate on him like I did for Hiei that day. A searing pain washes over my body. My gut feels like it's been burnt from the inside out. I hold back a scream.
Kuwabara sits up and looks at me. "You're bleeding now!" he says.
"I'm...fine," I pant through my heaving breathing. I stare at the shimmering crimson color beneath me.
"Darkfire!"
I look up and stare through one eye. Hiei kneels beside me and holds my shoulders in his gripping hands. I gasp for air.
"What the hell happened here?" he asks, shaking me lightly.
"We were attacked. Darkfire just got here," Kuwabara explains, seeing me in no condition to speak.
"Then how is she like this?"
"She took my damage...she looked scared when she came here," Kuwabara whispers.
"Darkfire, why didn't your powers work?" Hiei asks me.
"The wolves...they canceled it out," I huff. "They destroyed my protection charm."
"It was a simple task to do. Especially if you have another charm user," snickers a female wolf. Hiei turns to see Miho standing dangerously close to the fire. I glare at her through blurred eyes.
"You...you canceled it out," I snarl.
"You're in no condition to fight," Hiei scorns, turning back to me. He then looks at Kuwabara. "Take care of her and the others." He pauses. "Where's Yukina?!"
"She's getting water last I saw her," Kuwabara says.
"Fool! You sent her alone!"
"No, Jin is with her," Kuwabara defends.
"Jin? What's he doing here? Never mind, just do what I told you to do." Hiei stands and faces the lanky female before him. "You will die for what you've done to them," he snarls.
"And what can a fire/ice youkai do? You can't protect the dead!" she laughs sadistically.
"No, but I can protect the living!" He rushes her at an alarming speed. He seemed to have disappeared before her eyes, for Miho looked around warily. Suddenly, she is sent flying into the field.
"Hiei, behind you!" I scream. He turns into a fist and is thrown into the fire. Quickly, he regains himself and pulls from the fire.
"How?" he gasps.
"That wasn't me you hit, fool! It was a simple illusion created by my mind!"
"But, it felt so...real."
"A calm mind always trumps brute strength, Hiei. Learn that and learn it well. Not that it'll matter, for you will be dead before the sun hits the eastern horizon!" She flies towards him in a calm rage. Without touching him, Hiei is sent into the corn. She stands on the spot Hiei had been occupying seconds ago. "Like I said, a calm mind."
"FIST OF THE MORTAL FLAME!!" Black energy erupts from the field and hits Miho dead on in the stomach. Hiei limps into the edge of the clearing. "I do have I calm mind, but I like strength in a battle."
"You brute! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screams, stumbling to the ground. She holds her right arm as blood runs down her arm and drips to the ground; Hiei's deadly fast with a katana. Miho fumbles to a standing position. "I won't lose!"
"Then I'll send you to Hell!"
"If I'm goin' to Hell, you're comin' with me!" A flame engulfs her figure. The heat spreads over everything. "DIE!!" The fire spreads to fill the clearing in its entirety. Then the light fades. "What?!"
"You can't win Miho...not while I have anything to do with it. Fire is my element to wield as I will," I breathe, holding up my barrier steadily.
"But you are too weak to create such a barrier!" she yells.
"True, that's why I borrowed your energy. Well, the fire you emitted anyway."
"Brother, I lost," she gasps, falling to the ground. My barrier slips away.
"Are you crazy!" Hiei yells at me.
"Yes," I sigh.
"'Ey, wot's 'appened 'ere?"
"Oh dear!"
"Jin, Yukina!" Kuwabara yells happily, standing up and hugging Yukina.
"We had a bit of a run-in with some wolves," Hiei explains, glaring at Kuwabara.
"I see. Who migh' dat be?" the strange demon asks. A single horn sits atop his head amidst wild red hair. Deep blue eyes look at me curiously; a wide smile on his face. His shirt is a simple piece of white cloth X-ed across his chest. Baggy white pants were tied neatly at his ankles. His pointy ears twitched slightly as he spoke; he stood on the balls of his shoeless feet.
"That's Darkfire, the girl we were telling you about," Yukina chimes quietly.
"So you be the famous wolf/fox they was tellin' me 'bout! Pleased ta meet ya!" the demon says enthusiastically in a strong accent. He flies over to me and shakes my hand vigorously. I give a pained expression and he immediately stops. "I be truly sorry, I did't see you was hurt 'til now."
"It's ok. Who are you?" I inquire.
"I be Jin, the Wind Master," he informs me proudly, pointing to his chest with his thumb.
