Part 12
Shinigami fell in control again. As much as he hated doing this, being reborn in this body meant he had a short life ahead of him. Enma was very smart in placing his host as a death agent. He had to give the Lord of the Dead some credit. Shinigami happened to find his host very amusing and was sad that his host died so suddenly of something that was pointless. But ever since Enma placed Duo as a shinigami, he'd been gradually gaining his powers back and was soon able to take control at times.
He had his limits. He didn't want to destroy his host's psyche. This was a life that he was stealing.
He'd think about it later. Right now, he needed to get what was theirs.
He glanced down at the charred doll at his feet. Really, he wondered if his host had learned anything at all. Thinking no more of it, he looked up. His eyes flashed a deep dark red. And soon the surroundings began to ripple and reveal a lit corridor. He smirked.
"You're good, but not that good. Why don't you come out of the shadows? I'm sure I can grant you some mercy." He spoke. It felt odd speaking again.
He heard and amused chuckle before finding himself in a room that resembled a throne room. There, straight ahead was the woman and Hisoka. Hisoka was unconscious but was lying peacefully on the soft mat, while the woman brushed her hand through his hair.
Shinigami growled in jealousy. The woman threw him a smirk.
"Who knew your resurrected form would take on the feelings of your host. Must be a set back?" she mentioned before leaving her post by standing up and walking forward. "What do I owe this personal visit?" she asked.
"I believe you took something that belongs to me." His eyes flashed dangerously violently red. She seemed to think for a moment.
"Ah, the precious bundle right behind me? Well, Shinigami, since you lost it, what's that phrase? Oh, finders keepers. If you want it so badly come and get it." She gestured behind her.
"What do you want?" he asked angrily. He wasn't all that pleased. She obviously wanted something in return; otherwise she would not have requested his presence.
"How logical of you. But you're right." She drew her sword and had it pointed at him. "You know, it was easier than I thought to draw you out. The case the boy and his partner had in L3 a century ago was all my doing. I needed his partner to go so I enlisted the help of their enemy since they've met. It worked perfectly. They believed him to be dead. Sooner or later, they would resign and ascend into heaven or hell. I knew you'd want the boy the first time you laid eyes on him, so I knew you would deny his resignation. Enma would've anyway. Hisoka is the strongest empath in centuries."
"Is there a point to this?" Shinigami asked impatiently.
"I want a battle. Should you win and kill me the boy will be given back to you."
Shinigami smirked.
"Granted."
A cloud of black smoke appeared around his hand. It gathered and stretched out forming a shape. The woman felt the neutral darkness from the blade Shinigami was about to summon. It seemed to entice her even more. She smirked. He smirked back.
"Well, I guess – what's that phrase – oh, time to meet your maker." Shinigami said before pointing his scythe at her. "And I'm going to enjoy delivering you to Him myself."
"You're very amusing. Very well, lets begin."
She outstretched her hand to the heavens and a heavy wind began to pick up. Shinigami stood his ground as if the winds were but nothing. His smirk was firmly in place as if mocking the useless effort of the woman trying to destroy him. She just stood her ground and smirked back. Shinigami had no idea what she had in store for him. The winds were just for show. They have no significance. In a gust, the winds immediately shot up wards, gathering in one place.
It was then Shinigami's smirk fell. He felt the spike of power coming through some vortex. He then hid his emotion.
"You were holding out on me. That isn't very nice."
With that, Shinigami too powered up. Powerful swirls of dark, purple smoke swished through the air giving out resistance and dominance. Their auras clashed together vying for control over the other. The woman was holding on very well, but it seemed Shinigami was still standing exerting no effort. She growled in annoyance before jumping back making the harsh, colored winds disappear.
"You're very good Shinigami. But how are your skills?"
She charged, making slicing motions with her sword. Shinigami quickly dodged and blocked, taking the defensive. He wondered why she wouldn't use magic. She had a good supply of it. He then took the initiative and began on the offensive. He swung his scythe around as if he knew what he was doing. In part actuality, he didn't. But he was good enough. He was out of practice, but it would suffice. After all, this should be easy as pie. Pie sounded so good right now.
They kept attacking each other alternating from offensive to the defensive. Shinigami had the upper hand at the moment. The woman went defensive, careful not to let the blade scratch or touch her with its poisoned tips. She knew not to under/over-estimate Shinigami. He was crafty and sneaky.
Hisoka woke to the disturbing sounds of slicing air. It probably meant trouble. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and warily seated himself up. His eyes landed on the fight and he gasped in surprise. What the hell is Duo doing? He thought panicky. He slowly stood up trying to stand, as he still felt a little woozy. He was about to walk but began falling forward. Instead of hitting the ground, his hands met with something solid. He felt the transparent glass as he leaned on it. He slumped to the ground, helpless as he watched on. He knew he couldn't do anything anyway. He was too weak at the moment. It was probably the woman who did it.
"Ah, he's awake. I was hoping he'd sleep a little longer to see me killing you." The woman said slashing at Shinigami who jumped back to avoid it. Shinigami was getting tired of this.
"Why are you stalling?" he asked angrily. He wasn't in the mood for games.
"What makes you think that?"
She charged at him. Shinigami braced himself for an attack and successfully blocked her strike. They continued their dance of the fight. He was aware that Hisoka was watching. He hoped to get this over with and take his koibito home. Dammit, when is she going to fall over? He thought to himself. Seems like he had to end this himself. He quickly delivered a few quick strikes before jumping ten feet back. The woman stayed rooted to her spot. It had annoyed Shinigami that she still had that stupid smile on her face.
Her smile disappeared as she realized the plan. This was going to be one strike. It'll end it. She was ready. She positioned her blade as Shinigami prepared his weapon.
With that, they charged.
TBC------------
BLK Angel of Destruction: Sorry, I had to leave it there. I probably should've continued it but I couldn't find anything else to put with this chapter. The next chapter is going to be longer, I promise! Anyways, thanks for your reviews! I really appreciate them! This is the last post of 2006! I won't be able to update during winter break so in January there'll probably be alot of updates from me! Anyways have MERRY CHRISTMAS + HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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