Chapter Thirty-One
Ura and Tara stand on either end of the ring. Juri slowly creeps in the middle. "A-are we ready?" They both nodded. She nods and backs off.
"Been a long time." Ura started. "With the past events I would have thought you would have taken my offer."
"Your offer was a nice one." She pointed behind her to her team-mates. "But I have fathers needed at home as soon as possible."
Ura nodded. "All understandable. But none the less stupid."
"Well as I can recall, I've been stupid all my life."
Their eyes never left eachothers. Juri stood on the edge. The staring put shivers down her back.
He relaxed some. "What are the rules of this match?"
"It's your tournament, your rules." Her voice held no real emotion. He waited for her answer. "Fine." She smiled. "A death match will decide which team wins."
"Last man standing huh?" Ura smiled back. "Alright. But what if there is a stalemate?"
She giggled evilly. "There won't, believe me."
He agreed. "What if both die?"
Tara pondered on this question for a moment. "That's a good one. Seeing as our seconds are gone, we'll have to choose."
"Go down to our thrid strongests?"
"Exactly."
Getting the courage to say something, Juri does. "Um are we starting?" She blinked.
Ura gave her a cold look. "We'll start when we feel like it. You just go sit over there and be a good ref."
Tara chuckled. "She's right, we should start. Can't be here all day."
"Trying to make your demise quicker?" Ura asked.
"What makes you think that you will destory me? What if I take you out first?"
He's voice boomed out with laughter. "Don't make me laugh."
"I just did."
Ura's face went straight. "You think you can really beat me don't you."
"Of course. I came to ruin you like you did me."
"That's a load of..."
"I can do it. I know it. I've been training for years. Long years."
They looked straight into eachothers eyes.
"Looks as if Tara has Ura on the ropes." Kuwabara stated.
"Don't be so sure. Ura's a master at what he does. Tara may have trained but she's still behind in power." Hiei was quick to say.
"As much as that is true. You can't forget there is a lot of hatred in this battle as well, which is driving both." Katsumi listened to the two insult eachother nicely. "Meaning anyone could win." She looked at Hiei.
"He's an S class demon, probably higher. Tara doesn't have that type of power."
"She's a good fighter, doesn't give up. Or does that scar fade from memory Hiei?" Katsumi was pushing.
Hiei touch his cheek were a scar was barely visible. "She got lucky." He voice was low but didn't hold posion.
"I hope you took care of everything that needed to be done Tara."
"I did."
"Then the best thing to do now is being."
She flipped her hair back. "If you can put aside your kindness because has Katsumi had stated, hatred drives this battle."
"Your dreaming when you say kindness." Ura lifted his left arm, so it was even with his shoulder. With the flick of his wrist Tara was throne to the edge of the ring. A cut appeared on her forehead. "This is my hate."
Tara stood. He had cast the first stone. The battle will be a long one, she had no doubt. The only doubt was the winner in the end.