'Youko speaking'
'thinking'
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Author Note
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Crying out in pain, Aysel wondered how exactly this whole ordeal had begun. Fists and various blunt weapons were pounding against her back as the ogres attacked. She had already attempted to rise several times, but her energy was sorely depleted after the previous seven fights she had endured over the past two weeks. It would seem pathetic, if not for the skill level and sheer numbers of the assassins chasing her.
A particularly hard blow to her back dragged the poor bat from her thoughts, the force causing her to cough up blood. The attack had thankfully missed her wings, though she was sure at least one rib was broken.
Growling, she prepared to rise once more, only to watch in shock as the ogre before her suddenly burst into pieces. What appeared to be a whip covered in thorns cracked over her head, slaying the demons around her as she ducked down in fear.
"Kuronue, I'm disappointed in you. Cowering before those fools… What would the others think?" a voice called teasingly, footsteps approaching her as the speaker drew closer. Aysel chanced a look at her savior, glaring darkly at the silver fox.
"And who exactly is this 'Kuronue' you speak of?" she asked calmly, standing up to reveal a slender but feminine figure and amber tips in her hair. Shock was easy to read in the other's eyes for a moment before all emotion disappeared behind a cautious mask.
"A friend, though it is irrelevant…" the demon muttered, keeping golden eyes trained upon her, "May I ask your name?"
A smirk, then she disappeared through the treetops and into the air.
"Maybe next time, fox."
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Kurama gasped, jerking up from his bed and attempting to calm himself. That memory had been haunting his sleep recently, beginning and ending in the same place every time. Those mocking violet eyes, so similar to Kuronue's, always seemed to see through him, stripping him of any and all defenses.
'That girl never appeared again after that… I always wondered about her, though. Kuronue claimed he'd never seen or met anyone like her, despite their close resemblance to each other,' Youko injected into his thoughts. 'They were similar enough in appearance to have been siblings.'
'I see…' he replied to his other self, rising from his comfortable position to begin his day. Despite it being a weekend, old habits were hard to break and he was no longer tired. 'I doubt she survived, judging by her lack of fighting skill. Those ogres would have finished her without your help. In any case, it isn't worth thinking about. The others will be coming over soon.'
Smiling softly, he walked into the bathroom, planning to prepare for his friends' arrival.
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Well, there are the first two chapters of my story. I appologize for the shortness. I'm hoping that they will start becoming longer as the story progresses. I also plan to update this as often as possible, so hopefully that will partially make up for the length. I'm also going to rate this as PG-13, though it may change to M later on.
This is my first time writing a fanfiction, so any constructive critism is greatly appreciated. Flames, however, will be ignored.