WOTW 4

Yeah, so like, not happy Valentine's day to you all. Note that normally I would wait until later in the week to update, but I have a card for you guys:

http:www. heccubus. com /images/ valentine. GIF

But seriously, you know that I don't hate any one that much, except Dan Green, but that's beside the point. I just thought that card was fun.

General notes:

Disclaimer: I don't own this. Well… this, but not Yu Yu Hakusho. Thank Yoshihiro Togashi for that. I love that man.

Rating- See first chapter. Could be considered R by some people.

The rest? Well, they're general. You can find them else where; like previous chapters.

damn,pissycompisbein'…well…pissy.enjoyyourstorynogoodbordershere

not so general notes: I feel so invigorated. I think I have a reader. Too bad they don't review. But then again they may not have finished reading it yet, so I'll give them time before I start harping.

Language doesn't really matter here. They would just be speaking whatever makes sense. I know this gets old and you wonder why I bother but it will matter latter.

Shout out to the person who put me on their author alerts: I feel really bad b/c I recognize your penname, but for some reason I can't place it or any of your stories. I did look at them though. I want to read them so I'll get on that as soon as I finish this chap. Thanks. Please keep reading.

damn,pissycompisbein'…well…pissy.enjoyyourstorynogoodbordershere.

If life were important

I'd ask we'er to live or to die,

But I know the answers are hidden too far from this world.

4. Too Far? Or Far Too Near?

Hiei stopped short; a sudden feeling of intense dread washing over him. He had the feeling that something horrible beyond words, something that absolutely never should have been, had just happened. He had the sudden urge to flit off to the ningen kai, but with the energy limiting cuffs on he knew no such thing was possible.

"Get moving!" He was shoved roughly toward the portal.

"Hey!" Koenma rebuked the guard, "we'll have none of that." He took hold of hiei's arm and, in a more friendly manner, lead him to the portal.

Normally, Hiei would have growled and given him the Look of Death, but he could tell that Koenma had felt it too.

+So,.people.might.be.wondering.what.the.badger.thing.was.about…+ Shott shot at Nott but Shott's shot did not shoot Nott.

Yusuke's senses flared as he shot up in bed. He felt like something terrible had just happened but he couldn't place it. Momentarily, though, the feeling faded and he was left with nothing but the knowledge that something was wrong. Unable to sleep, he got up to go for a walk.

+…That's.just.my.border.thing.for.last.chap…+ Nott not wanting to be shot quickly shot at Shott's shot.

Lowell stepped into the coffee shop. In partial transformation, her waist-length, steel-grey hair sported nine brunette braids. A few patrons sighed at her entrance.

She checked the clock: 20:00. Right on time. She skimmed the energies of the patronage. No youkai here; especially foxes. She knew who she was really meeting with. The name Revlis didn't fool her. Revlis was the alias of a young vagabond about 400 years ago. Cunning, witty, and strong, he became the legendary fox thief Kurama under the right person's (pardon the pun) wing. How did she know this? A good bounty hunter does detailed research on her target.

She had counted on meeting him here in person. The Fox had a rep for punctuality and patience. Chances were, he was already here, waiting for her—so where was he?

Her steel-grey tail shuffled nervously beneath her black trench coat. She winced and a matching wolf's ear flicked atop her head as the sensitive orifice picked up a distant gun-shot.

Perhaps someone had gotten to the Fox first.

+…as.you.may.have.noticed.. Nott's shot shot Shott's shot.

The bullet drove it's way through the soft flesh in his midriff and lodged it-self in the tree behind him with the force of the pointblank shot. Kurama was numb to the pain. He just looked up into Kuronue's steal grey eyes.

"…just, why?" he forced out before he slumped to the ground.

Kuronue watched his prey fall. Blood oozed from the Fox's form staining the sparkling snow highlighted by a ray of moonlight fighting through the trees. +that would be an astounding coincidence were it not for that damn all-powerful author.+

Suddenly the smile faded his lips and his expression changed. Smug victory bled into blank horror. He relaxed his hand, letting the pistol drop coldly to the ground. He stared for a moment in shock.

"By the Kami,' he breathed, "I didn't think they could do it."

He dropped to his knees next to his partner's limp form. Carefully, he rolled the Fox to his back. "Gods, I'm sorry Fox." He whispered brushing the snow and hair from his partner's sickly pale face. He cringed at this but stood his ground.

Small puffs of mist erupted from Kurama's mouth through his labored breathing. The bat-like demon laughed in his relief. "You never cease to amaze me. Hang in there."

Kuronue removed Kurama's ruined shirt and tied it around the Fox's midriff hoping to staunch the bleeding. Then he stripped off his own coat revealing his favored black vest and pants. He pulled it over the Fox's shoulders.

Picking up the pistol, Kuronue shoved the foul weapon disdainfully into the holster at his hip. He despised the damn thing but, being of a practical mind, he knew that it would be useful; especially since he was pathetically short of his usual arsenal. However much he hated fact, he had to admit he was good with the weapon. He promised himself to chuck the thing as soon as he reacquired his usual weapons.

Carefully, he lifted the Fox and cradled him securely in his arms. He unfolded his wings and took to the sky to find a more suitable place to treat his friend's wounds.

+…so.i've.stopped.fighting.it..i've.decided.to.embrace.it.and.create.fun.borders…+ Luckily not Nott nor Shott was shot.

Lowell used her expert tracking skills to "follow" the two youkai. They led her to the site of the "struggle." She studied the area.

Blood, bullet in the tree, flattened snow, scrape marks from unfolding wings, even the impression of the gun where it was dropped in the snow; she took it all in. It didn't take her long to get a pretty good idea of what had happened.

"Verdammen.(1)" She stomped her foot.

…so.when.you.see.things.like.this,.or.out.of.place.like.the.badgers,.it's.a.border.

(1) Verdammen (Ver-dam'-men +sound it out-hint: use romaji, most of the world does+)

German- damn

The nonsensical gibberish between the sections says:

So, people might be wondering what the badger thing was about…

…That's just my border thing for last chap…

…as you may have noticed, the comp's bein' pissy. I don't think I need to say that anymore…

…so i've stopped fighting it. i've decided to embrace it and create fun borders…

…so when you see things like this, or out of place like the badgers, it's a border.

Shott shot at Nott but Shott's shot did not shoot Nott.

Nott not wanting to be shot quickly shot at Shott's shot.

Nott's shot shot Shott's shot. Luckily not Nott nor Shott was shot.

My muses have changed names. Form is now Matik (from Grammatik), Inspiria is Idee, and you haven't met Lustig (humor) or Schaden (mischief), so you don't need to worry about it. While we're changing names, I think I'm going to be changing mine soon. I believe I shall call my self… Doomschneider. You know, as in Christoph Doom Schneider. I love that band. But really, I just like to say Doomschneider. Try it: Doom-shnai-der. It's great. What you don't know who Christoph Doom Schneider is? He's the drummer for Rammstein. Which is kind of funny considering that my favorite people in that band are actually Paul Landers (on guitar) and Dr. Christian "Flake" Lorenz (on key board. He's such a dork ). So like I said, I just like to say Doomschneider. But then again it doesn't seem like a it would really affect anyone considering that no one appears to be reading this, since I HAVE NO REVEIWS+pant pant+ anyway.

And speaking of Christoph Doom Schneider, I need to cange the Christof in my second chap to Christoph. Really the name has nothing to do with the person, I just never knew exactly how it was spelled. Well, got to get to that.

One more thing. I don't think this name works for the story (it already being a sci-fi novel having nothing to do with the plot of this story and all), so I want to rename that too. I'm looking at "The 3rd Kingdom" (it'll make sense later) or something of the sort, but I wanted a name for the whole thing. Any above site is really funny and I think quite appropriate. Read until about 75. it's not that long.

"King and peasant alike will tremble before me! I shall be a blight apon this mortal coil, a harbinger of death and destruction! All will cower an the mere uttering of my name."

"Wait, do we even have names?"

"…Don't we?"

-zeldacomic. net

Kurama: I don't believe it! How could you do that to me!

I'm the authoress, and Idee and Schaden said so.

Kurama: Well I refuse to be treated this way!

Kurama, I am the author, you are my bitch. Get used to it. Just be nice like Kuronue.

Kuronue: yeah.

Kurama: no.

You don't have a choice.

Kurama: oh really –grabs rose from desk-

-CRACK-

Kurama: what the! Nooooooooo! Blast it! Who's sick joke was thornless roses!

Schaden: that would be mine.

BWAAHAHAHAHA! –grows giant thorny rose bush to engulf Kurama-

Kurama: AAAAAHHHH!

That's right. Now review or Kurama dies. I'm not kidding. I have replacements. I don't need him. And I have plenty of chapters to make you sweat. BWAHAHAHA!

Kurama: HELP MEEEEE!

2-14-05

ok, so apparently I fixed it and then something else broke. Sorry 'bout that.

2-15-05

it doesn't seem to like web adresses. i saw this somewere else. let's hope it works.

2-16-05