"Knife-Edge... Deathmatch?" I asked, staring at the two knives. He nodded and walked past me, I turned around to see him stick each knife in the ground. Huh... What's he up to...?

"Take off your shoes, and step in front of the knife." He instructed as he did as he said. I nodded and did so. A second after I took my position, a wind blew, blowing my loosely tied back hair in front of my shoulder. "The edge of your knife, is the edge of your world. That is only one rule in a Knife-Edge Deathmatch: you do not step out side that line. Because if you do, it becomes sudden death. And I mean death. We use our bodies; no weapons. Think you can handle that?" He asked, a slight smirk on his face.

"No sweat." I returned it.

"Uh, excuse me, but it's not up to you to make the rules." Koto nervously corrected. "We have a committee that is paid to do that."

The crowd's protest was instantaneous. I did not react as the committee made their decision and even so after the storm clouds began to billow over the stadium. Lighting flashed and was followed almost immediately by thunder. Chu's blood thirsting stunning blue eyes bored into mine. Wilder than an animal fighting for its life. We waited in silence, in excited anticipation for the fight to begin. We were both tense, ready to fight. I barely heard the crowd when they protested the committee's decision, as well as the roar when they repealed it. I was only aware of anything besides the feeling of the wind whipping my hair around me when Koto shouted "Get ready for supreme brutality!" and the lights flashing on, fixed on us.

We began fighting immediately. Trading blows, I laughed as I received a blow to the face, and returned it with a barrage of lightning-fast punches. There was nothing else, just the two of us. Nothing else mattered.

Rinku stared in awe. If only everyone else on that team had fought this hard. He might've been able to give his yo-yos a real workout.

Chu grinned as they fought. She was really something else. As his fists made contact with her body, he could feel the softness of her skin, the leanness of her physique. She was in love with the thrill of battle. That was clear from the look of pure bliss on her face. She took all the hits without flinching. He couldn't help but notice small things, like how her hair was loose from the band holding it back and was plastered against her skin with sweat. How her face was slick with perspiration and ever so slightly flushed from the rush of adrenaline. Though he would like to think other wise. And he would've liked it if that sports bra had been ripped to shreds in the explosion, though just the shirt was nice. He flinched as she blocked one of his attacks and hit him straight in the gut. Helluva of a fight. And this would be rotten on his hangover. He thought as he executed his attack.

We had been fighting for who knows how long. I was weakening, on my last legs. And I was pretty sure he was to. It would all be over. And soon. I clenched my teeth as he knocked me slightly off balance and I had to dig my already bleeding foot into the knife to regain it. I shouted out as I crashed my forehead into his in a head butt. We glared into each others eyes for a moment, before Chu's narrowed and rolled back into his head. "Nnnn... Huh... Eh... Uh... Nuh..." He fell to the side and collapsed right into the cement. I could see the cracks his skull had made.

As Koto began the count, I couldn't help but remark, "It looks like you're better suited for tapping kegs than tapping heads, mate."

Koto completed the count, grabbed my wrist and raised. "The match goes to Team Urameshi, led by Yusuke Urameshi!" After she let my wrist go, I saw Kuwabara and inwardly groaned. I watched Rinku go over to Chu and saw the look of worry on his face. I hope he's all right. My attention was drawn back to Kuwabaka.

"THAT WAS AWESOME, Urameshi! Hey, man, are you okay." I shrugged and gave him a thumbs up. I got a sweat drop as I saw him pretending to be me while fighting. I really needed to show him how to fight.

"Urameshi." I glanced down at Chu, who had sobered up and looked almost... Subdued.

He stared at the floor. "We agreed to fight a death match, mate." He looked up and met her gaze, with her unreadable gaze and emotionless eyes. "Finish me off." She looked at him for a moment, then her face softened, her eyes warm.

"Nah, we'll fight again when you're better." She grinned.

Chu looked surprise for a moment, then grinned back. "You're ripper. It's been a dead set honor, Urameshi."

She gave him a genuine smile. "Like wise, and it's Yusuke to you, pal." He kneeled on one knee as he watched her walk back towards her team, unaided, and without a limp, even though the knife blade had probably gone all the way to the bone.

"Kill that drunken loser Urameshi!"

"Yeah! We want to see blood!"

Chu watched on expressionlessly, as Rinku shouted out fearlessly, "You want a piece of us! Come down here and take it!"

I tensed, trembling. Those bastards, thinking I would even do that... "SHUT UP!" I nearly screamed. "YOU IDIOTS GOT SOMETHING TO SAY! SAY IT! BUT SAY IT TO MY FACE! OR SAY IT TO MY FIST!" I held my fist threateningly, glaring at the fans with my best death glare. Which had gotten even more intimidating since I trained at Genkai's. The were instantly quieted.

"Yusuke Urameshi..." Rinku whispered, completely stunned by the fact that she defended them.

Chu merely smiled, his head cocked slightly. 'Good oil. Yusuke's blood is worth bottling.'

I glanced up and tensed when I saw Toguro, but I shrugged off my fear, grinned and flipped him off. He just nodded. What is with this guy...? Whatever. I turned and walked down the tunnel towards the locker rooms. I needed to find a spare shirt.

"Here." I glanced at Kurama who had removed his Chinese-like shirt.

I nodded and put it on. "Thanks." Buttoning it a little over three fourths of the way up, I went back to the hotel room, took a shower, returned Kurama's shirt, and fell into bed. Where I had another dream.

"Yurei-chan!" I turned around to see a boy that appeared slightly older than me now. He had warm amber eyes, golden skin, and raven hair that was tied back in a style similar to mine that went half way down his back. It was wrapped for a few inches with a ribbon, where it was in a loose knot and the rest of it hung loose with his hair, one end a good four inches shorter than the other. But I knew the hair color was not original, he dyed it.

I grinned. "Shinkiro." He returned it.

He wore the usual hitokiri garments. The cloth they were made of was a loose black mesh that was apparently insulated. The loose pants had a skin-tight long sleeved shirt hang over it, held in place by a utility belt of some kind of black alloy. In it hung various weapons, many that I could not identify, but I knew for some reason that I could use them. Other than that, his pants were tucked into his boots, which seemed to be made of a harder version of the same material. His hands were gloved, and he had a black cloak over his shoulder, and a ninja-like mask in hand.

"Did you hear?" He asked, eyes closed in a grin.

"Hear what?" I asked, curious.

"You are now a Shidosha."

"What...?"

"It's true. You were only one of three nominees, and were the best candidate out there."

"But I'm not even eleven."

"So? You have skill, experience, and are respected and that's all you need. Hell, even Kangae-dono nominated you."

I slid to the floor, in shock. My rival had nominated me? And I had gotten the position...?

"Wild, huh? So, you going to do it?" Shinkiro asked, holding out his hand. I took it. He pulled me to my feet and saw the look of acceptance on my face. He smiled, then his face was solemn. He knelt, grabbing his Choosing knife and holding the hilt out to me, sharp blade in his hands. "Yurei'ha Shidosha, I humbly ask to join your Shuha."

I was stunned. Every hitokiri had one of those knives, and they only gave them to the one they wanted to call their Shidosha. And once they had given them, they could not be taken back, except when their leader died. Which has never happened. Hitokiri protect their Shidosha with their life. It is unacceptable to do otherwise. That is what they are brought up with. Every hitokiri follows his leader, no matter what. They trust them to get them everything they need. Hitokiri stay, until the bitter end and beyond. For once the Shidosha takes the knife, they are bound together in spirit, if the hitokiri dies, but the Shidosha lives, the spirits of the fallen will reside in the knives and can be called upon by the Shidosha, protecting him or her even in death.

I gently, so not to cut him, took the blade from his hands. "Welcome, Shinkiro, Master of Illusion." I slid the knife into my belt. He grinned.

"Good. I was the first to ask and be accepted. See ya, 'round, Yurei-chan." He gave a small wave, winked and walked off.

I returned the wave and laughed. "Come again when you can talk longer oni-chan!"

He laughed as well. "Don't worry, I will!" He adjusted the Bo staff case on his shoulder. "Won't Doku be worried? You should go see him, I saw him a few minutes ago, and he mentioned training."

"CRAP! SEE YOU LATER IF I AM NOT DEAD!" I shouted after me as I ran down the dimly lit hallway.

His laughter echoed off the walls behind me.

Baka: idiot

Hitokiri: assassin

Shidosha: leader of hitokiri

Shuha: sect

oni-chan: big brother

Votes:

Hiei: 2

Kurama:1

Hiei and Kurama: 2