dont own YYH
Chapt. 41
Dog of Blacknight
The battle started early this morning. Around four a.m. So many people had come to watch the fight, but I could not be for certain which team they came to watch. Nor did I really care. I was more concerned about Kurama. He still looked horribly tired, for his lids drooped every now and then. The smell of panther demon blood stained my body, even though I scrubbed it vigorously last night. And Hiei and I were still at odds. A strange and threatening rift had opened between us. A rift I wanted badly to mend. But, more so, I prayed our opponents did not know this.
"Yusuke," I say, just before he puts his foot to the ring.
"Hmm?" he mumbles, looking back at me.
"No pairings, please," I plead. He understands, nods, and walks to meet our foe. The argument went on and on. No matter how hard Yusuke tried, he could not get a one on one fight. Nor could they agree to a team battle. This was not turning to our favor. They knew we were at odds, and they planned to use it against us.
"Because the teams cannot agree, official ruling will take action," the ref says into the microphone, pushing the fighters apart. "It will take place as a tournament bracket. First up: Darkfire of Team Urameshi vs. Kino of Team Hakashi!"
Yusuke and the other fighter step from the ring, being replaced by Kino and myself. Tall, dark, and handsome, like someone out of a romance novel. I hated guys like that. This was a hanyou cat, I hated cats.
"GO!"
I waist no time or effort in knocking the cat from the ring. One fail swoop with my fist, and he was lying amidst the crowd. He was no challenge what so ever. I was bored already. I jump carelessly from the square ring and sit monotonously on the floor. The next fight is called, but I could care less. Swords clashed, the metal ringing throughout the stadium. I was beyond normal boredom.
"A foolish fight is that without purpose, or so it is said by my clan," a male spoke. Upon looking up, I see a dog, black as midnight. "This is a foolish fight."
"Hey, who're you?!" Kuwabara shouted at the potential threat.
"I am Tsubasa, Wind Dog of Blacknight," he states proudly, standing. Brown slacks, made of a denim material, hung baggily about his shoes. A black jacket lay loosely on his shoulders and covered most of his blood red shirt. A fluffy black dog tail flipped about behind him. His spiked, blood red hair had a tuff of black amidst it, there his black ear hid.
"Wings, that is an ideal name for the wind," Kurama says, watching the strange dog.
"Blacknight…I've heard that before. What is it?" I question, no longer listening to Hiei's fight.
"Blacknight, it is a pack of dogs. The majority are hanyou inu, half demon dogs. Blacknight was the founder of the clan, long ago passed. We are misfits, wanted by no one, even us full and pure blooded demons."
"Why are you there?" I question further.
"I wandered there after my pack was slaughtered," he answers shortly.
I was to be sent to the Blacknight clan after my parents died. But they would not accept a wolf, nor would they allow a fox half-breed mingled in my beingwithin they'reclanon top of it all. Truly, I believe they feared me.
"Do you have a brother?" Kurama asked. So he could smell it too. Since I saw him, I had smelt a familiarity between him and another dog pup I knew.
"Yes, a young one, no more than a naive pup," he says curtly. "But he ran off a year ago to search for a strong demon; a hanyou fox and wolf wielding the power of fire and darkness. He was enthralled by this demon, for they could produce a fire as black as night itself. It appears he's found this demon." He looks straight at me. Sky blue eyes, almost white, locked with mine. Wolf met dog at that moment, and the wolf wished to dominate this weaker species; I suppressed its will.
"Mamoru," I smile, looking over at the pup. He was watching the battle intently, though I knew he could see no more that the flashes of light created by the clashing of steel.
"Yes, foolish as he is, I followed him. Why he stayed when he found you is a mystery to me," he scoffed.
"I showed him the earth," I say sincerely, turning to Tsubasa. "You should be proud of your brother, he learned quickly."
"Iie, I will not be proud 'til he beats me."
"What if I beat you? Will you be proud then?"
"What will that prove?"
"If I use only the moves Mamoru knows, and at the same level, will you accept the fact that he is worthy of your pride?"
"Why can Mamoru not fight for himself?"
"He will be concentrating too much on earning your approval to fight with all himself," I defend fairly.
"Hmm, I will see your team in the tournament. Prove to me then what Mamoru cannot," Tsubasa challenges, disappearing from the stadium in a gust of wind.
"I will, Tsubasa, Wind Dog of Blacknight," I vow silently.
"His aura is strong, do you really think you can beat him while you fight at Mamoru's level?" Kuwabara asks.
"Mamoru could beat someone that arrogant and weak as he. But, Tsubasa being his hypercritical brother, Mamoru does not stand a chance." I had great faith in Mamoru's abilities and powers. His naganata was easy enough to form and wield, and his power level was easy to go down to. But I did not know of his experience. Had Mamoru fought under such conditions as when he fought me before? But it did not matter. I would beat Tsubasa, and earn the respect from him I deserved. Even if I did beat him and gain the pride for Mamoru, the little earth pup would have to earn respect from his brother on his own.
