The Hunter
A youkai was sneaking upon its prey, slowly, steadily. There was no chance of escape when the predator was closing in on the unsuspecting object of his hunger, his desire. The youkai licked his lips, a sinister twinkle in his inhuman eyes. Soon, very soon...
The youkai looked around to make sure he was not noticed by anyone. He failed to spot a red-clad man sitting on a branch of the tree shielding a little campsite where the youkai's prey was located. The youkai didn't see a pair of golden eyes follow his every cautious step, every motion of his lithe body. He failed to notice a small smirk forming on the hanyou's lips.
The youkai saw his prey, guarded by a miko. This part was tricky, the miko could feel his youki if not distracted. Luckily she was focused on the hanyou. The prey was behind her back, near a big bush. The youkai leapt behind it and reached his hand to grab it, to snatch it and flee to devour it in peace in a safe place far from hanyous and mikos.
A clawed hand grasped his wrist when he was almost touching his prey. Someone yanked the youkai up and his eyes found a pair of yellow ones. His ears filled with the sound of the miko's laughter.
"Nice job, Shippou," the miko praised the youkai, the hanyou dropped him on her lap.
"Too slow, too loud and coming from the wrong direction. I could smell you from that tree," he pointed to an oak in distance. The youkai spared a glance in that direction and then looked at his prey.
'Soon, my chocolate bar, soon I'll devour you...'