Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha… sigh
The forest air was thick with fog and the smell of damp earth. All life was relatively still, stuck to branches and ferns with the gummy humidity. The only sound resonated from two young males: one demon and one half-demon…
"I can smell them- She's this way."
"I know that!"
"Then keep up!"
Two assassins moved stealthily through the fauna, feet moving at inexplicable rates as if flames licked at their heels. They were blood-thirsty… they were seeking revenge.
"This demonic aura is intense. It's as if-"
"He wants us to find him."
The assassins quickened their pace.
One assassin was clothed entirely in red, a crimson blur, using the canopy to propel himself. He glistened with a fine layer of sweat, not effected by exertion, but an insatiable fury. The second assassin moved slightly faster than the other. His legs churned with an awesome precision, lacerating bodies of water beneath him. With speed, a vortex of wind enveloped his body, rendering his immense power all the more staggering. Both were outstandingly attractive: true specimens, comparable to archangels. He who dressed in red was sinewy and long, graceful but fearsome. His eyes were golden pools brimming with passion and light. This assassin had strong hands, but they were smooth and careful. His demonic hair was a sight to behold, flashing the colors of diamond skies. The full-demon was no less admirable. He was the epitome of strength, relying solely on the capabilities of his formidable arms and legs to crush his opposition. His eyes were crisp and blue like portals to the ocean, reflecting a world within reach of only his lover's hands. His hair was long and brilliant, dark like the soot beneath their heels.
Archangels, absolutely.
The sky blackened. Ebony clouds birthed a slew of demons, approaching the assassins with grand alacrity. Silently, the two males bounded in opposite directions, herding the demons in two, separate groups.
The crimson assassin withdrew a sword from his side, the blade sighing against its metal sheath. It arced about the young half-demon's head, and in the blade reflected his unforgiving, passionate eyes.
One blow.
One blow and the multitude of demons disintegrated in the air, completely consumed by white light.
The young full-demon approached his victims. He attacked with animalistic tactics, thrashing at one group and using his crushing legs to slay the others. What remained of the demons after the assassin had brutalized them fell to the forest floor, usually just bloody clumps of flesh.
The sky cleared.
"Those demons weren't powerful at all."
"He's buying time. He's setting up a trap."
"Yeah, no shit."
The assassins worked side by side, for the same purpose, but they were far from allies. A bitter rivalry brewed between them, an immense fire that fed upon their affections for the same woman: the woman whose life was currently at stake. Had it not been for the deeper hatred they shared for the man who took her, they would have been unceremoniously bathing in each others' blood at this very moment.
"This must be it. This is where he took her."
The assassins took off toward an obscure cave, both picking up on the wispy scent of cherry blossoms…
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Alright, I know this is short (really short), but it was necessary. I have another chapter that is much longer written, and it will be up within the next day. The fluffy is coming, don't you worry…