WOTW 16

sorry about the summary thing. here's the real one: Not sci-fi. title has nothing to do w book.About 100 years after sieries.With so many years of peace, there has to be a war."Loyalties broken, friends betrayed, bad stuff…. Everyone will be at war with each other. Truly disastrous." one more word: KURONUE

'kay, back to business.

OMG! I have two weeks to come up with that stupid fight-scene! Seriously, this is the last of my pre-written chapters. OK. Breathe. If I panic, the masses will follow. Here's the deal. I have no clue how this is going to come out. I keep writing other things, but this has me blocked. If this story doesn't show up when you expect it, don't throw me away, please. I will show up again. I might have to take a break from this though. But I have not given up. See, even if I did have another chapter, it would probably be late. I've got a flaggy thing that will take me out for the better part of next week, and two other stories I want to update, so… yeah. Don't count me out just yet.

That said, some of you may be wondering why there is one less chapter than there was before. That's because I deleted the author's note in chapter ten. Recently, some jackass ratted me out to the authorities. It was really stupid, its not like I'm some sort of hardened criminal or anything. It had to do with the formatting. Long story short (if you want the long one, look at my bio, under "status of the fics" by "Alias"), the site deleted one of my stories. It was a discontinued story and I didn't care about it. It was really stupid, but I didn't want to give them a reason for doing it again. All the stories I have left are actually worth something. I deleted the AN b/c technically, that isn't allowed and, like I said, I don't want to give anyone reason to delete this one.

Now that that's out of the way, we can get back to the important stuff.

Story note: "Moskau" is German for "Moscow." It just sounds different in my head. You can ignore it. I don't care, but that's how it's said here.

BTW: this is the chapter that started this whole stupid thing. That and a song called "Moskau" by Rammstein. It has nothing to do with the song at all. The word (repeated innumerable times throughout the song with no real purpose) prompted a line, which prompted a scene, which prompted this here story. If at any point you think this story sucks, this is why.

"Heav'n hath no rage like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd."

-- William Congreve

16. Ditched

The doors flung open with a crash.

"YOU!" the figure roared, pointing accusingly in their direction. Kurama thought there was something vaguely familiar about that voice. It was harsh, demanding, and kind of deep, but lacked a man's timbre.

"You DITCHED me in MOSKAU!" they roared, striding over to the group. As the figure drew closer, Kurama realized that they were indeed a woman. She was not a particularly feminine woman, mind you. Her dark brown hair was cut short and rough and her features seemed actually rather boyish; not masculine, boyish. Her ears sported five and six earrings respectively: two in each lobe and the difference made up in the upper ear. Silerver and black braclets and rings adorned her hands. A set of necklaces, consisting of a black choker and three silver chains in progressive length, sat around her neck. The youko's keen senses picked up that all of them were wards to some extent. Most of them were quite weak as if she used them to regulate her power in increments rather than restrain it completely. She wore loose black cargo jeans characteristic of late nineties' and early twenty-first century, young men's fashion and black combat boots that probably extended to mid-calf. Her fitted, black tank top, stopped right after the flare of her hips. Her black trench-coat probably would have obscured her shape had it not been flared out behind her in her furious march. Though, relatively small in the chest, her figure was distinctively feminine, even if her demeanor was not.

Long, stomping 'man-strides' bore her six-foot figure down on the speechless Fox.

Even though she was looking at least a half-foot up at the Fox, Kurama couldn't help but feel small against her wrath.

/Hell hath no furry like a woman's scorn./ Kurama thought/I just wish I knew why she's so pissed at me./

"Well?" she demanded, "What have you to say for your self?"

"Uh…"

"Jeeze, Fox, you jerk," Kuronue teased, "You stood this fine young lady up?"

"It's not like I had a whole lot to do with it!" The Fox glared at him. "And I thought those calls were some sort of set up."

"So why did you come?" the woman jumped back in.

"Well, obviously, I came to that conclusion after I was attacked, and… wait!" Kurama slapped his hand over his face, "Shit."

"Oh, please," the girl looked at his incredulously, "I've known that you're Revlis forever."

"Hey," Kuronue interrupted, "Don't I know you?"

"Probably. I suppose introductions are in order. And there's no reason for me to be impolite. I think this whole Moscow business is sorted out." She turned to Kurama and held out her hand, "Dharma Lowell."

"Oh," Kurama reached to meet it, "Uh… nice to mee—Woh!" He jumped about three feet back and held back his hand as though he had almost petted an acid covered snake.

Lowell chuckled, "I suppose you remember our last meeting."

"How, could I forget! You tried to kill me!"

"So, Lowell, do all bounty hunters introduce themselves to their prey, or is that just you?" Kuronue spat at her coldly.

"She greeted his glare with a sly smirk, "That's probably just me… and only when I get the chance. But like mentor, like pupil, I'd decided it would be too much of a shame to kill either of you a long time ago. I have no intention of doing so now; especially not when I have better uses for you." Lowell suddenly became serious, "I really do want to join your band, Kurama." She turned to said Fox, "What do you say?"

Kurama turned to his partner. Kuronue shrugged. "She is good." the Bat admitted.

Yuusuke was still speechless.

Kurama turned back to the werewolf. He looked her up and down, thought about her offer, then took a step forward. He took her hand and shook it.

"Welcome to the crew."

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'Kay. That's chapter sixteen. Please don't forget about me. I'll be back.

Review responses:

Seeyu: you scared me at first. I thought you were talking about something else, which would have been really freaky, but enough before I give it away. I'm glad you like the plot. Sorry, as you can see, no one is mad at Yuusuke. Well, a lot of people are mad at Yuusuke, but they're not in this story. Thanks for R&R-ing

Purplehairedwonder: you're welcome. This chap kind of skips from thought to thought too, but it's not really important. I picture Hiei with a ponytail all the time –drools-. Try to think of Trunks (DBZ) after he comes out of the room of spirit and time, but his hair isn't quite as thick. I'm glad you liked my joke. Me and TOAFAQ do that to eachother all the time. It's fun. And Yuusuke's kind of thick. I can't wait for your next installment either. Please don't give up on this if you don't see it for a while. 'till we meet again.

RoMi IshUraTarMeshi: I'm guessing YYH and YGO fan. You seem to be having fun with this story. You don't think it's too wordy? I'm glad. I hate it when I just find a story I like and the author stops writing or takes for ever to update. I'll try ot to do that to you. Just don't give up on me, please?

I think that's it. Help me and bombard Matik and Idee with threatening thoughts about what will happen to them if you don't get a chapter soon. Right. I still have other productive stories, so check them out. Bai-bai.

Liebe sie von,

Doomschneider

7-14-05

P.S. it's my bro's b-day, so wish him a happy birthday and wish me pacience.