Black Wolf Jaganshi Lover - Nope, Becca's not gonna die. Thanks for the review!
The blue fox runs around the meadow, chasing a small black dragon, who occasionally lets the canine pounce it. They snarl and growl, but it's all in play, all for show; they care deeply for each other, these two creatures of the Makai. The fox never uses his claws when he jumps on the dragon's back, the dragon never bites or claws at his attacker to get him off. They are aware of only themselves, care about nothing else that may exist in any of the three worlds.
The dragon snorts and disappears, leaving the fox to whimper and whine. It sees me, and its ears perk; it begins to bark, a freakish metallic sound, but it's inviting. He runs to me, five tails wagging, barking and yipping excitedly. It reaches me and whines, ears against his head, and nudges me. It's trying to...trying to...
"Did you see that?" That was Kurama, holding me.
"The fox..." I mumbled, inhaling deeply and sitting up better against him. He gave a soft 'hm?' before I continued. "We left the fox by himself...me and the dragon...he's alone."
"The dragon is back, and the fox is happy," he said gently, hugging me. "But he'll always remember the shape-shifter."
"She'll visit sometime, if the dragon doesn't mind."
"The fox would appreciate it, and the dragon wouldn't mind."
I blinked rapidly a couple of times as the dust from the attacks settled and gave a sharp snort, suddenly fully awake. What had I been talking about? Who had I been talking to, for that matter?
"I know what this means!" Juri declared. "Since Talera is gone by manner of death, the winners of the final match are Yusuke and Hiei! The winner of the Dark Tournament is Team Urameshi!"
Kurama was pulling me to my feet. The only thing I remembered was a weird dream and seeing the black dragon eat Talera as she got blasted by the spirit wave. As we walked to the arena, I found it was surprisingly easy to move. Kuwabara was not far behind us, and Yusuke grabbed my arm to pull me onto the ring. I fell against him, holding onto him and burying my head in his shoulder. He hugged me tightly.
We released each other as Juri talked, turning off her microphone. The crowd almost drowned out her words as they were made to leave. "The last time you won the Dark Tournament, you wished your teacher, the human psychic Genkai, back to life. Well, the rules have been changed and rearranged so that every member of the team will recieve their own wish. I won't make you say your wishes out loud around each other, but write out what you want on these pieces of paper and return them to me. They'll be processed by the council, and you will be notified of your wish's activation by mail, since you all stay in the Ningenkai." As she spoke, she handed us each a piece of paper and a pencil.
Kuwabara was the first to walk away, then Hiei, then myself. I plopped down, staring at the paper. Here was the chance to turn my life around. I could give up my stupid identity that I didn't even know about. I could return to America. I could be the richest person on Earth, the most powerful being in the Makai. I could be famous and go down in history. But...what I wanted...my throat burned. No...I could never ask her back. I was the one who had found her that night, dead, green eyes still open. Her death was the reason I'd gained my negativity and pessimistic attitude. It was why I was so cold. Tears burned my eyes, as they were prone to do at the mere thought of her. I frowned, sniffed, and smiled faintly.
Then I smirked victoriously. 'Let everything be the way it was before dad got transferred.'
Oh yeah.
"Sweet," I muttered, getting up and handing Juri my paper.