Oh. . .this is a story 'bout a guy named Al, and he lived in the sewer with his hamster pal. But the sanitation workers really didn't approve, so he packed up his accordion and had to move to a city in Ohio where he lived in a tree, and he worked in a nasal decongestant factory. And he played on the company bowling team, and every single night he had a strange reoccurring dream where he was wearing pink pajamas in a vat of sour cream (but that's really not important to the story). Well the very next year he met a dental hygienist with a spatula tattooed on her arm. But he didn't keep in touch and he lost her number, so he got himself a job on a tatter-tot farm. Then he spent his life savings on a split level cave 20 miles below the surface of the earth, and he really makes a mighty fine jellybean and pickle sandwich (for what it's worth). Then one day Al was in the forest trying to get a tan, when he heard the tortured screaming of a funny little man. He was caught in a bear trap and Al set him free and the guy that he rescued was as grateful as could be, and it turns out he's a big shot producer on TV. So he gives Al a contract and what do ya know? Now he's got his very own weird Al show! .............ya I know......that was stupid and long......on with chapter 4. ENJOY!
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After a few minutes of walking, the demon pair came to a rather disturbing conclusion...neither of them knew where they were going. It had become apparent to both youkai early on that Sazuka had masked his you-ki, and in so doing would be nearly impossible to locate among the multitude of drifting energies. Their only hope was to concentrate, and if they were lucky, pick up a familiar trace from either their lost friends or the fiendish clown. "Hiei, can you be sensin' anythin'? I know it's only bein' a minute sense we were leavin' but I'm thinkin' Sazuka would be bein' around here."
"Hn."
"It's like he's knowin' that we're out here, and he's wantin' us ta know where he is. I'm feelin' him everywhere...like....like he's bein' really close."
"He's toying with us. He knows we want to find him and he wants to be found. He thinks that it will confuse us if he makes it seem like it's going to be easy."
"So, is he bein' near by or isn't he?"
"Hn. We won't know that until we find him."
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The life of a warrior was a sad and lonely one, and none new that better than Supika. After Sazuka had left her village the first time and her mother had entered into her deadening sleep, she had vowed to devote her life to her training and not to be distracted by the complicated matters of the heart. But now she could no longer help it. Supika had never seen love before, had never had it enter her as it did now. Even her father had shown her no affection in her childhood, and left her with little more then a farewell when he had left on her fifth birthday. And because Kanzaki had never been loved by the one she adored, she could not show her daughter what it was to embrace the warmth of another.
There was a time, however, when this had not been true, a time when she had allowed her emotions to run from her like tears of endless joy. And now, as she sat in waiting by the sides of those who had lost their lovers' war, Supika could not help but reflect upon those days. . .
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry to interrupt everyone, but I need your attention for a moment. The next few paragraphs will be presented from Supika's point of view. I hope this does not confuse anyone and I greatly apologize if it does. smiles. On with the story!)
It was eight years ago. Oh Inari, has it really been that long? I was nineteen then, just a child, but I felt as though I were strong enough to take on the entire world. I thought that I knew everything, could do anything, and that I would escape it all unharmed. I thought that I was bullet proof. What a fool I was. I guess I never saw what was really there, what was really in front of me. I was blind to my own trivialities and imperfections. But, I suppose that's what being young is all about. . .not knowing who you really are.
Back then I had devoted every second to my training. Not because I wanted to improve my strength, but because I wanted to win. I wanted to win the greatest prize in all of makai history, I wanted my every wish to be granted. The only way to do this, however, was to show the world how great I really was. I had to prove to every youkai that I had the capability of defeating them, with nothing but a smoldering pile of ashes left in their wake and I was quick in realizing that that was easier than it seemed.
I was incredibly gifted in the art of you-ki and had a nearly in explainable talent for fighting. C class, B class, even A class, I could conquer them all, and it was probably this that led to my inevitable fall. I tried to enter the makai tournament myself that year, I didn't think I needed anybody else. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately depending on how you look at it, they wouldn't let me, as it was against committee rules to allow a solo fighter. I was discouraged but made my due with it, and settled for tickets to the closing rounds. I guess that's when it all happened.
I didn't want to bother myself with the lesser rounds of the tournament, figuring that anyone worth seeing would make it to the finals. It had cost me nearly everything I had, but I managed to get seats for the last four rounds, and I can remember anxiously waiting for them to arrive.
On the day just before the first semi-final match, I found myself wandering the grounds around the stadium. I don't recall exactly what it was I was looking for (I really don't think it was anything too important), but about an hour into my trek I can across a great disturbance in the surrounding you-ki. A creature of considerable size was producing spirit energy at such a magnitude that I was scarcely sure that if I came to fight this monster, that I would be the victor. But still, something pressed me to go on, to move forward even though inside I was so desperately afraid. With each step I took the feeling inside me grew stronger and I found myself unable to turn back. I was mesmerized by this new sensation and knew that, no matter the cost, I had to find its source.
About twenty minutes later, I came across a clearing that was surrounded on all sides by pine trees. If I close my eyes I can still smell their musky odor and hear the wind rustling through their branches. Part of me didn't want to see what lay beyond those woodland giants, but I did not realize this until I felt my hand brush away a path for my eyes. I only wanted to see what was there and remain cloaked from whatever it was I was frightened of, but this was not to be. I took one final step forward and, in so doing, exposed myself entirely to the creature I was about to face. But I did not pull back, only stood there in awe of what was now before me. A man, with eyes that seemed to pierce my very soul glowed before me, and I knew then what the feeling growing inside me really was. It was on that day, that unexplainable day, that I fell in love. . .
La – de – da, ya I know that this doesn't seem like it has any meaning to the story whatsoever, and maybe it doesn't, but I thought it was high time Supika had a chance to tell her story. She can't be expected to just sit and wait for Jin and Hiei to return, she's a warrior for Inari's sake! Anyway, I've finally figured out how many chapters this installment will be and have FINALLY gotten around to making up a decent story line. Now, I'm probably NOT going to stick to it (I never do) but I think that it will make for some interesting surprises. On a final note, where have all my fans gone off to? COME BACK MY FANS, COME BACK! I MISS YOU!
