sorry this took so long! i dont own YYH
Chapt. 34
Syrup with a Side of Bacon, Please!
"Darkfire, breakfast is ready," someone whispers to me.
The sweet scent of fresh bacon flirts with my nose and tempts me to wake. I sleepily raise my heavy eyelids to see a plate of bacon before me.
"For me?" I ask, sitting up.
"Yup," Botan says happily. She gets up to walk away.
"Hey, got any syrup?" I ask her before she leaves.
"Yea, hold on." She leaves and returns quickly. "Here ya go."
I take the steaming liquid and pour it over my bacon.
"You flooded it!" she shrieks, looking in horror at my plate.
I look at her confusedly. "I like it this way." I pick up a dripping piece of bacon and stuff it in my mouth; the crunchy, syrupy goodness doing the tango with my taste buds.
"You're as bad as Hiei!" she yells, stomping from the room.
"What did I do?" I'm left with more confusion.
"She made it herself," a voice says. "I do that to whatever she makes."
I turn and see Hiei leaning against the wall; he too had a plate of syrup with a side of bacon.
"I just like it this way. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings." I think for a moment. "You like syrup?"
"Yea, problem?" he growls.
"No, just curious." I finish the bacon, and then lick the plate clean of syrup. Cautiously, I glace at Hiei out of the corner of my eye. Surprisingly, he was also licking the syrup from his Styrofoam plate. This guy gets weirder and weirder every day.
"Come on guys, Bloc B tournament match is starting soon!" Yusuke calls.
"What he means is that we got a fight comin' up," Kuwabara interprets.
"They knew what I meant!" Yusuke growls.
"If they were as smart as Kurama!"
"I'm half as smart as them. And if I know what I mean so should they!"
"Oh yea, your logic is so dependable. Oww!"
"Please stop you guys; save it for the next match," Kurama pleads.
"Should we go?" I ask, looking up from my plate.
"Sure, I'm itchin' for another fight. Hoping this one will be more exciting." Hiei pushes himself from the wall and tosses his plate in a trash can. I toss mine too and follow him out. We step into the area in front of the couches; I see Kuwabara with a black eye.
"Ready?" Hiei asks impatiently.
"Yea, yea," Yusuke growls, walking for the door.
I look around. "Where's everybody else?"
"Already gone," Kurama answers.
I shrug and follow after Yusuke. The others come soon after and we're on our way to Bloc B arena. It is a silent trip.
"Team Urameshi!" a different ref shouts into the mic, waving her hand towards us. All the refs looked the same to me, so descriptions aren't too important on my list. Just want to say one thing: they don't have on zebra strips or nothin' ordinary like that.
It's about half and half on cheers and boos; nothing new to me.
"And Team Kirotu!" she shouts again, waving to the left this time. The spotlight shines on five caped figures. A strange aura hung about them, hiding any sign that would tell me if they were human or demon.
"They've masked themselves well," I whisper to Hiei.
"But that aura belongs to one of them," he whispers back.
"Those guys give me the creeps," Kuwabara says in a low tone.
"Everything gives you the creeps Kuwabara," Yusuke mocks.
"No, I don't like 'em either. We're in for a fight," I say, staring across the square ring at our opponents, Team Kirotu. How that ominous black aura made my hair stand on end; made my blood run cold. Fear.
"Be careful you guys!" a boy yells from the crowd.
My eyes scan the crowd and I land on Mamoru. Such fear did his face show. Was this team so bad that it scared a dog pup like this? So scary that it scared a wolf such as myself? Only the match will tell.
"Will the team leaders please step to the center of the ring to discuss the terms of battle?" the ref says, glancing at each team.
Yusuke calmly walks to the center. The other team, well, it's strange. One of the cloaked figures came forth and dwarfed Yusuke when they met at the middle. The aura remained around him; behind him, it stretched back to the others. A long, thin, black wall of flaming energy that connected them. The rest of the leader's team was also still protected by the aura.
"Whoever they are, they don't want us to know until we fight them," I growl fearfully.
"Yes, but a smart tactic nonetheless," Kurama states.
"Or they're scared," Hiei smirks. The moment we saw the team, Hiei has never averted his gaze from them. Was he trying to break a mind barrier? Or maybe the black energy around them? Could he be possessed by their aura? How absurd! Hiei, being possessed by these fighters? Is it possible?
Yusuke hops down beside us.
"One on one fights have been agreed to! The pairings are as follows," the ref smiles, turning to face a large screen. It flashes and comes up. Ten faces appear. All the hooded fighters' pictures looked the same. How were we to know which we were fighting?
"Yusuke…?" I begin.
"They said they would choose who they fought," he says, staring at the screen.
"And you agreed to that?!?" I yell.
"They said it had to do with pride or something. Don't worry we'll win!" He gives his goofy, care-free smile and I can't help but feel nervous. I was first and I had no idea who I was up against.
"Darkfire versus Kisho! Please step to the ring!"
So, Kisho was who I was to fight. But, if they picked, how did she know?
We meet in the ring.
"Fight!"
The black aura fades from him. His scent floods to me. Demon. Elemental demon.
"We meet once again Darkfire. And my, have you changed," Kisho says, vanilla words rolling like thunder beneath his cape.
"Have we met?"
"Once, a time ago." He rips his cape from him and flings it aside. Chocolate brown hair was neatly put up in a high ponytail; deep red bangs hung on his face. Blood red eyes, like Hiei's, pierced my soul. A smooth smile played on his lips. He was wearing a green kimono top with a white under kimono. Baggy white pants were tied neatly at the top, hidden under a black sash. Mingling with the hot flames twisting about him, a black tail flickered.
Elemental wolf demon.
Kisho…I knew him?
