Introduction: Akari and Youko- A Fight to the Death, or a Fight for Survival?
A beautiful maiden, with pale skin, and bronze hair that fell to her waist stood, a determined expression worn on her face. She held a bow, purple in color, and seemed to be made out of pure energy in her hands, as well as an arrow, which like the bow, seemed to be made of pure energy, but was dark green in color.
She held a smirk on her face; standing before a male, with striking golden eyes, long silver hair that fell down his back, fox ears poking out from the top of his head. And, poking out from white robes, was a tail… a foxtail, matching with the ears on his head.
The male fox smirked, a rose held delicately in his hand. His lips parted as he spoke, "Akari… it ends here, tonight," he said, his grip tightening slightly on the rose.
The bronze haired woman snickered, her bow and arrow morphing, to take the shape of what appeared to be a sword, still colored purple. "Don't sound so sure of yourself… Youko. It might not be me who dies this night," she responded.
The kitsune wasted no time responding, lashing a long, green colored whip, thorns sticking out from it, at Akari, who merely jumped out of it's way, slashing at him with the sword, before it's shape began to change once more…
The two had battled like this for what seemed to be hours. And, by now, both of them were tired and wounded. But neither of them was giving up…
After a fierce attack launched by Youko, the infamous fox-thief, both Akari and he had landed on the ground.
"Had enough yet, Akari?" Youko asked as he began to rise to his feet.
Akari smirked, as she, too began to stand up. "You may as well give up… I'm not going to die by your hands anytime soon…" she said, as she began to lunge at him once again…
But, this time, as Akari rushed fourth, another weapon seemed to fall from the sky…
A large sword, that seemed to be as wide as it was long crashed down to the Earth, impaling Akari on it's way.
With a scream, the air demoness had hit the ground, the large sword the only thing keeping the upper half of her body above the ground.
Her knees were on the ground, blood trailing down her legs, her arms dangling limply in front of her. The crimson blood had blended with her bronze hair, and Akari had sputtered up even more blood, coughing it all over the ground in front of her.
The large sword was planted into the ground, though it had pierced through her middle, Akari's blood spilling everywhere….
Youko's golden eyes grew wide at this sight. He was slightly frightened, but very shocked at this event. What… had happened? Who's weapon was that?
His eyes darted around, before he looked back at Akari. He had considered taking the sword from her chest, and getting her away as well, possibly helping her wounds even, no matter how much he hated her. But… when he looked back at her… she was already dead, a limp form hanging from the large weapon.
Wasting no time, the kitsune had fled from the scene. What if the attacker returned? He certainly was not going to suffer the same fate as Akari…
(( Baah. It's crud. I wrote it at 2 in the morning, forgive me! ))