Me: Hope you Enjoy, I find this very nice…
Yoh: Yeah… I was the best…
Me: You were…
Yoh: Still am…
Me: Readers Read and tell Yoh the truth… is he still the best?
Devils Game…
The sun had reached the horizon; casting a prefect view of the entire desert that surrounded the tiny village, know as Dhobi village. The air was finally cold as the last of the sun's heat vanished, with a short breeze sending cold air to eliminate the heat. The surrounding had an eerie feeling to those who stood on the cliff followed by a 100 feet drop, peaceful but eerie. Yoh was looking out into the prefect sunset, enjoying the greater things in life, other than himself.
"Yoh isn't this beautiful?" asked Amidamaru, awe shinning like a beacon on his transparent face.
"It is, isn't it Amidamaru?"
"Yes, it is"
"I wished it was like this everyday, the beautiful sunset, the relaxing afternoon and a day without Anna," replied Yoh; blowing out the gulp of air he had been holding after the fantastic view of at the now orange sunset waving in the air, with the heat disappearing.
"Don't get your hopes up" Amidamaru said, never letting the sunset out from his wandering view
"I never do," said Yoh, laughing as he remembered the first day, he met Anna. She had appeared out from nowhere in his grandfather's shaman school up north, introducing her with an aura of command. "I'm Anna and I am going to be a Shaman Queen, you better not stand in my way!" she said arrogantly, her head up high even though she was short back then, she have grown a lot indeed.
"Amidamaru?" said Yoh, interrupting silences.
"Yes, Yoh" replied Amidamaru, still focus on the red globe that's half way down the horizon, sending light around the desert that lights up.
"I have been wondering? What do you think would happen if we didn't stop Hao?" asked Yoh, a bit foolish although he knew the outcome, it wouldn't be pretty.
"I think he will be commanding the people of the world to just sleep all day like you!" said Amidamaru cheerfully.
"I guess you're right. We are twins after all" roaring into a laugher, that pushed some doubt out of his mind.
By the time, the sun submerged into the horizon, they had already gone into Dhobi village. The village is more like a modern city with gift shops, food stalls and so many more. They had been there previously months ago during the Shaman Tournament, defeating opponent and getting to meet new friends. Silva has postponed the meeting with the elders the following day, giving Yoh and Amidamaru time to relax and visit old places that brought back tearful memories. They still wished the old gang were still here, laughing, joking even hitting if one got to arrogant or started saying lame jokes.
"Brings back old memories, doesn't it Amidamaru?" asked Yoh, his face sad and weary
"Yes, good ones and bad ones"
"I wonder where the gang is?" said Yoh,
"Who knows!" replied Amidamaru
Staring into the night sky covered with twinkling star that glow with a white-pinkish colour. The sky empty with clouds, telling the people of the isolated village, rain wouldn't come for the next few days. The ground is cold and relaxing after the afternoon heat, which only seemed to get hotter. The crunch of footsteps drew Yoh always from the scenery into the darkness behind him, covering the dark figure from Yoh's view. "Yoh Asakura, have you accepted my offer?" asked the dark figure, covered with mist. Only a certain part was visible, his back that sprouted wings; two a sharp horn on his head. His voice, that's what drew Yoh towards the dark figure, his rough voice filled with hatred, an unknown hatred. It wasn't Irony who asked him to join Fallen Angel in their quest; it was this person covered in the darkness and a freaky mist that only surrounds him.
"Who are you?" said Yoh standing in a fighting position, his hands circling above his steel sword waiting for the unknown dark figure to strike. Yoh's heart was pounding with exhilaration before every fight, and this was one fight he was looking forward to. All day for the past few months, Yoh have been busy training, never having the chances to test his new found power on a real life opponent, and today he was about to tested it, hopefully!
"I'm the Fallen Angel, dear Asakura" replied the dark figure, known as the Fallen Angel his wings flapping in a slow motion, up and down, waiting for the sudden outburst of attack from Yoh.
"I saw your fight up close and personal with your twin brother Hao, he is pretty strong… I might want to visit him soon." Said the Fallen Angel bluntly.
"Well his dead… I killed him," replied Yoh a bit angry talking about his dead twin brother.
"I know… and you did such a fine job at it. Defeating him" the Fallen Angel complimented Yoh, with a grin behind the mist. 'That should make him angry enough to fight me now' said the Fallen Angel to himself 'There I can test him, find his weakness and strength… and if poor Yoh is too weak to join me. Hao can kill him" Laughing loudly, making Yoh angrier.
"Yoh stand and fight…" said the Fallen Angel…
"I have no reason to fight you!" replied Yoh
"Then why don't you fight for your life?" asked the Fallen Angel, stretching his arms out suddenly a red fiery sword mysteriously appeared before him. Fire engulfed the Fallen Angel's whole arm before the red fiery sword appeared, from nowhere.
"Take your sword and fight me, or death will be upon you!" said the Fallen Angel
"Amidamaru, in to the sword" said Yoh summoning his guardian spirit into the sword. But that was only part one, "Amidamaru, in to the antiquity" Yoh said, shifting his feet into a quick dodging position and fast stabbing motion Yoh waited for his opponent to make his move. Yoh still wanted this to be a fair fight, regardless of how a jerk this Fallen Angel is.
"At last…" said the Fallen Angel, his wish finally granted...
"Are you ready, Yoh…!" asked the Fallen Angel, feeling the intensity in the air. The energy combines with exhilaration, thrill flooding his nerve system. The Fallen Angel stepped out from his mist holding the sword that resembled a dragon's fang, his face god like looking; not a scar to ruin the image of a god, his arms develop and covered with a prefect tanned; he was the prefect human. Prefect except his horns and wings that struck out, from his develop shoulders. Using the energy from his sword he used it to torpedo himself, the Fallen Angel flew with the help of his sword and wings towards Yoh with amazing speed, before pointing his sharp end of his sword at Yoh. "Thunder bolt" shouted the Fallen Angel approaching Yoh with such speed and with those words he used the fiction from his running speed to create lightning, his sword then absorb those lightning waiting for the precise moment to blasted a thousands thunder spears at Yoh. Seconds before approaching Yoh, the sword shot a torrent of lightning bolts at Yoh from distances before facing the ground with a sizzling sound, the Fallen Angel now directly in front of Yoh stabbed furiously.
Yoh, now caught in the surprise attack dodged the stabs from the Fallen Angel, but the torrent of Lightning came with a roar, blasting the grounds and some zapping his arms creating open wounds that burnt, and creating an unstable footing for Yoh who keeps losing his balances, narrowly dodging the Dragon's fang sharp point and curve, that soon injured him. Leaping into the air for a retreat and an attack, Yoh shouted "Celestial Strike" before blasting a red beam at the Fallen Angel, the lightning bolts incinerating in the air and the ground. The explosion hurled dirt around the desert. The stirring dust covered the battlefield from the sky and ground as Yoh fell from the heavens, landing perfectly.
"Do you feel that?" said Amidamaru inside the sword, a little bit anxious and nervous. They could tell their opponent was no amateur.
"I do! But where?" replied Yoh also nervous and anxious, this was not an ordinary opponent. A breeze sweeping past, send sand flying into the air, along with a low moaning sound from the rocks formation that provided some protection from the whipping sand. Peaceful, but somewhere out there this Fallen Angel person is still alive already launching his attack without warning.
Just as Yoh expected his opponent has been planning a surprised attack beneath the ground. The ground beneath Yoh exploded with the dragon fang sticking out, waving in circular movement acting like a drill. Lucky for Yoh, he had expected a move of those skills dished out by his opponent, Yoh jumped away and landed in another flat ground before it exploded into smaller bits. His opponent still underneath unharmed by the celestial strike, burrowed under the ground for more surprise attack. The burrowing attack continued relentlessly, Yoh jumped from places to places, the once flat plain now transformed into a moon filled with craters. The attack continued till the Fallen Angel emerged from the ground hovering above the ground.
"Nice little trick, Fallen Angel…" Yoh said arrogantly
"But it's my turn" Yoh said as he charged towards the Fallen Angels, his cloths flapping along. "Halo X beam" Yoh shouted as charged his energy into the sword before bombarding it to the Fallen Angel. The attack shaped like an 'X' beamed across the sandy plain, breaking anything that stood in its way, slicing rocks and trees leaving all but a burning path, leading towards the Fallen Angel.
The Fallen Angel smiled at Yoh's attack, before producing a counter attack of his own. Raising his sword at Yoh, it produced a fiery aura pulsing with a heart of its own, morphing into the Fallen Angel's true sword, the Dragon sword. Created from the darkness within him and his guardian spirit, the day they fought the King of Spirit. Since their captivity, they have trained for endless hours patiently waiting for their powers to go beyond the greatest of mortals, to have the powers of the gods.
Yoh's breath quicken, his body shivered at what would happen to the Fallen Angel. This 'was' a friendly fight, yet Yoh was so caught up in the moment he lost all sense of self-control. Every night for the past few months, his dream have been plagued with Hao, Hao who screamed with pain, Hao who cursed Yoh for killing him, Hao who wept in the plains of the dead. Some days his dream of Hao would not appear, but a dream of a crying child haunted Yoh's dreams, a child with brown wood colour hair would crying in a light so bright that it hurts. Yoh would usually walk towards the child whose back faced him… and asked the lone child why he was alone crying with a calm and gentle soothing tone, hoping to calm the child, he did not know. The child will reply with jagged answers, each word drove a knife to Yoh's heart, "My…Twin…Brother…is…Dead" the crying boy said, with hiccups interrupting him every so often.
"I'm sorry to hear!" replied Yoh dumfounded not being an expert in this subject.
"What happen to him?" Yoh said concern for the young child.
"I killed him" the brown wood colour hair child said, with a new flood of tears.
"Why?" asked Yoh, remembering what he did to his twin crazy brother, Hao at the shaman tournament. He too had killed his twin brother.
"Because he tried to kill me"
"Then you did the right thing…" Yoh confirmed the lone child he did the right thing, the surround was turning into darker with the passing seconds till only a lone light surrounded the child.
"Then why do you feel guilty for killing Hao?" asked the lone child, turning to face Yoh. Yoh covered his shock when he realized then that this lone child was none other than Yoh himself in his early childhood. He would wake to hear the thumping of his beating heart; he could feel the sweat that seeps out from his shivering body. It was never the cold that made him shiver; it was the dream that kept him up at night, knowing he has murdered a person, breaking down in a silent wept. The incident with Hao had not only changed Anna, it has changed everyone.
Watching from the distances Yoh saw his attack exploding, and the night was once again interrupted by the loud explosion that provided a brief sun that soon died out. The smoke covered the crater that was formed during the explosion. Yoh briefly said a prayer for the Fallen Angel, slowly walking away from another mistake; he was walking away from his past again.
Without warning a red beam hurled Yoh against the wall of the cliff, bouncing back on the sand of the desert. His back gave off fragrances of cooked meat that send Yoh puking, his back sore and painful. "Where did you think you were going?" asked the Fallen Angel stiffly.
"I do not want to fight anymore!" shouted Yoh, blocking the pain.
"If you're worried I will die? than your sadly mistaken!"
"I still do not want to fight…"
"Then do you prefer death?"
"No…"
"There's your answer, you're not fighting because you want to… Your fighting because you need to… those are two very different answers… Did I tell you that was your rest time…?" said the Fallen Angel in a fatherly tone, that is soothing and calm "Lets fight with no blasting energy and what sort, just sword fight now that should keep me entertain or amused…" added the Fallen Angel
Walking towards the Fallen Angel, Yoh finally understood what that meant, he killed Hao not because he wanted too because he need too. "Thank You" Yoh said to himself, standing a few steps from the Fallen Angel he wield his sword in a defensive and attacking state waiting for the Fallen Angel to strike. Looking closely Yoh noticed a new sword in the grasp of his opponent; a golden wing marked the handle while a golden tail marked the sword's sharp and deadly blade. So caught up in the Dragon sword, Yoh was caught off guard when the dragon blade sliced the space he had been standing, yet Yoh managed to leaped backwards before slashing at his opponent. Slashing furiously but accuracy at the Fallen Angel, each attack his sword was met with the dragon sword, spraying sparks into the cold night air. Jumping to his left, Yoh lunged quickly with his sword at the Fallen Angel, meeting no resistances, and before long he felt the coldness of steel on his shoulder before a reddish liquid gushed out from his wound. 'You must master pain or it will be your master' Yoh remember an old saying, controlling his pain, Yoh dashed towards the Fallen Angel, trying to do a leap attack, Yoh was up in mild-air when he noticed the Fallen Angel hovering in the heavens no longer below him, his plans got to waste.
Falling on the ground, Yoh groan with pain from the brutal kick that sent him flying, he was still in mild-air when the Fallen Angel's knee struck Yoh's face sending blood spraying.
"Stand up and fight!"
Gathering himself, Yoh fought the pain as he stood swaying, his sword firmly in his grasp. Closing his weary eyes, Yoh's vision became black; he was a master of Kin' Dori an art used by samurai to gain strength from their soul, also to heighten their senses. He stood with his sword firmly in his grasp and his senses heighten up. To his right he heard the faint flapping of winds. He was focus on a single object, the Fallen Angel. "Amidamaru, we're one…" muttered Yoh under his breath, his sword disappeared from his grasp and grew to become part of his body, his soul, metaphorically speaking. The sword became an extension of his arm, and his soul. Without hesitation, Yoh thrust his sword, directly where the Fallen Angel had been. The Fallen Angel taken by surprised felt the tip of his black wings torn with the thrust, the black feather descended onto the rocky ground, fading into nothingness with the touch of rocks.
"That was a good try! Not many people manage to hit…me," said the Fallen Angel in disbelieve, "But you are going to pay for that…" he added in disgust.
The mighty figure of the Fallen Angel dashed towards Yoh, his face calm but it was an exterior of what he feels on the inside, he true feeling were within his black eye which seemed to be an endless sea of emptiness and darkness, drawing Yoh into those dark porcelains eyes. His true feeling was filled with hatred and raged, his eyes shone with a flame so great it could never be contained. Slashing wildly at Yoh, the Fallen Angel continued his blind attack at Yoh. Yoh who was now in control of the fight, swiftly and majestically dodged each attack, flowing in a danced. Attacking and dodging, in a dance a fatal dance.
Not letting rage get the better part of the Fallen Angel, he submerged his rage into a sea of calmness. Steadily, the Fallen Angel calms his raging mind and body, inhaling deep breaths, his once raging pulse now beat to a calm pulse. Stopping his wild attacks, the Fallen Angel stood, not a bead of sweat on his god like face. This time with a more uniform move the Fallen Angel charged at Yoh, striking swiftly and effortlessly, withdrawing only to make another quick stab.
"There…" said the Fallen Angel, the moment he had waited appeared a grasp away. Yoh's arm was defending the Fallen Angel's downwards slash, leaving his chest unprotected. Without warning, the Fallen Angel thrust his hands at Yoh's rapid beating heart. Yoh's heartbeat felt the grip lay upon him he felt the pain, but his soul felt the burning sensation from the grip of the Fallen Angel, his soul quivered, the burning sensation wavering his ghostly figure of a soul. Yoh couldn't help it, his scream pierced the silent of the lonely desert, and his soul opened his mouth in hopes to scream, yet all that came from the ghostly figure was a muffed voice. Releasing his firm grip on Yoh, the Fallen Angel saw his opponent's soul quivered his face with a smirked.
The pain that had came upon Yoh degraded, a mark remained on his chest, the mark of the Fallen Angel. Yoh's breathing jagged, his soul too had recovered from the attack, except he could still feel the core of his heart or soul still suffering from that 'soul attack'. "You cheated… You said sword fighting!" scorned Yoh breathing heavily.
"I said sword fight, didn't I…" replied the Fallen Angel," But if you must know I didn't break any agreement, I did indeed said a sword fight, people fighting with sword also uses their body. So as I can see I did not lie" added the Fallen Angel with a sly grin.
Yoh doesn't care anymore, his body felt like a baby useless. He was so weary he could barely stand, his strength had lasted him all night, and within a few minutes he could watch the sun rise from the horizon. Yoh decided it was time to summon his final assault on the Fallen Angel.
Picking up his weaken, battered body, he summon his strength and energy, knowing he may just collapsed on the ground after the attack, it was a risk he was willing to take," Whirlwind" shouted Yoh, spinning in a circle kicking sand up that masked his movement. The speed of Yoh's spinning was so fast that a hurricane rose sucking in the sand, and in the eye of the storm laid Yoh sitting and recovering from his latest attack, waiting for his hurricane to rip the Fallen Angel to bits. If that is not good enough his sword was spinning along hurricane slicing unexpected visitors.
"Ha-Ha-Ha… a whirlwind… do you think that it's going to stop me" laughed the Fallen Angel flying up towards the heavens, providing him a birds eye view of the hurricane. In the eye of the storm, he spotted a lone figure with brown hair, sitting in meditation where no wind touched him. "Ryukenshi, do you think a burning hurricane can get him out?" asked the Fallen Angel sulking.
"Yes, Fallen Angel. We'll also give him some presents… a burnt face or arm" said Ryukenshi smiling.
"Prefect idea…" the Fallen Angel complimented sending a blizzard of fireballs into the hurricane. Nothing happened for the next few second, then the hurricane began to blaze like a sun, but it was all worth it to the Fallen Angel who now bears a sly grin.
Smoke poured out of the desert, the wind breeze past pushing the smoke always, leaving liquid on the sandy ground. The flames have died out as soon as the hurricane stopped, yet some of these flame have a mind of its own, spreading like wild fire around the vicinity, killing plants and animals. Yoh laid on the ground his chest heaving and his body weak and burnt in some parts, minor burns if you're wondering. Beside Yoh was a yellow blade sword that was once a steel sword, it's aura around it blinking like a pulse… "Yoh…" said the Amidamaru in the sword, worried for his shaman, worried for his master and mostly worried for his friend.
"Yes, Amidamaru…" coughed Yoh splitting bloody sand from his blood covered mouth, as he tries to stand on his feet. Through the dim moonlight Yoh was able to spot the Fallen Angel slowly descending his wings pushing dust away from the Fallen Angel.
"You still have not proof, your worth in my ranks… Yoh…" said the Fallen Angel.
"That was just a warm up for me, Yoh… are you ready for the real fight" asked the Fallen Angel, as he flexed his muscles and before Yoh knew what had happened he was hit in the ribs by a fireball causing Yoh to tumble on the sand, puking more blood.
The Fallen Angel still not impressed gave Yoh time to recover, slowly. After about a minute he got impatience, send Yoh attacks after attack. "Darkness Beam" shouted the Fallen Angel, while a dark beam that absorb all the light around the area, shot towards Yoh slicing his shirt and his flesh. "Phoenix Blast" shouted the Fallen Angel as his sword shot out a fire bird that only got brighter before firing off like a rocket towards Yoh, piercing through his lunges, leaving him breathless, while blood flowed out from the open wounds.
"This is a waste of my time," said the Fallen Angel to himself… "Lets go Ryukenshi…"
"What about him?" said Ryukenshi
"He can die slowly… he will die from lost of blood or he will die from the pain" Replied the Fallen Angel bluntly, raising his blood covered hands he creating a portal from absolute darkness, from the other side of the portal lay moaning and cries for help, just the heat itself was insufferable. Yoh's vision started to blur, his eyelid grew heavier, and soon his vision became a complete darkness and his senses gone numb. Sleep took him away from the world and into the plain of despair, where all the dead resides.
A/N: Please Review my story… I need some encouragement… Review for me… BTW… I'm only posting 3 chapter a week… LOLX… Hope you enjoy…
Me: This chapter fighting scene are nice…
Yoh: Not for me it isn't…
Me: Well you needed to toughen your flaps…
Yoh: Look whos talking…
Me: Mines not flaps, is called love handle…
Yoh: Love Handles?HaHa!
Me: My friend told me his is called the "love handle"…
Yoh: LOLX… Love Handles… Now that's funny…
Me: Shut up… (Walking Away, staring on the ground…)