Coldjoker: I case you forgot, I am the author, so yes. I am torturing you on purpose.
*evil laugh*
No! You mustn't apologize for reviews! Unless you flamed. Which you didn't. And if you recall, I called you a lifesaver. Besides sticks and stones, you know.
nyan-nyan-san: *sparkly eyes* Thank you!
To Guest Reviewer, Sillvog: Ooo, I never watched Dragon Ball…
But don't worry about the cannon, there is a happy ending. I mean how could I possibly kill off the most gorgeous male since Sesshomaru-sama? I mean seriously! I'll change some things so that they will fit into cannon, but I still have plenty of room to expand after the manga has ended! So many endless possibilities!
Professor of Gallifrey: IT'S A BIRTHDAY PRESENT YOU EXASPERATING MONKEY! I AIN'T SUPPOSED TO TELL YOU! THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT OF IT BEING A BIRTHDAY PRESENT!
*takes deep breath*
Thank you for reading, I'm glad you forgive me.
*narrows eyes*
Btw, on the package I sent you it should say you shouldn't open it until 2015. Being ask you already asked (and coerced me) to give you permission to open it as soon as you get it, I don't think it makes much of a difference now.
To Guest Reviewer, alice: *bows dramatically* Why thank you! That always makes my day!
To Guest Reviewer, bloodymaiden95: Patience is a virtue! On second thought, who needs patience when you have fanfictions? As I said before in earlier ANs, updating will be haphazard, but I will try for once a week.
As the intruder slipped purposely and silently towards the side entrance, he glanced behind him to visually confirm the presence of a yuki-onna. Although he could neither sense her Fear nor see her person, he could see the drop in temperature a short distance from himself.
Allowing himself a small feeling of satisfaction to well up inside him, the intruder proceeded to make several openings for the ayakashi to attack.
A moment passed… and then another.
Still no movement from the yuki-onna.
Frowning in confusion, the intruder quickly glided forward approaching the mansion of Nurarihyon. Deciding the ayakashi needed more bait, he slowly slinked out of the shadows, making his way towards the side door that would open up into the front hall.
A small clink of ice hitting ice instantly brought up his defensives as the intruder spun around.
The sight that met his eyes would haunt him for eternity.
Pale, white skin, barely covered by a white cloth that fluttered in an icy wind, black hair streaming out as a set of eyes glowing a crimson hue. Her face was obscured by the darkness of her wintery Fear, but the terrified ayakashi could clearly make out the spear glinting in the moonlight.
Throwing himself to the side, he winced as the cold tip harshly split open his cheek. Sucking in his breath at the freezing, almost numb pain the quickly spread, the intruder rapidly realized how outmatched he was.
As he watched, almost in slow motion, as the yuki-onna reformed her weapon, the intruder knew he was about to die.
Silently cursing the ayakashi who convinced him to do this, he braced himself for the inevitable cold that would burn its way to his heart. However, a human woman's scream caused the yuki-onna to turn still as stone.
In the seconds that followed, the yuki-onna flung her weapon at his feet, causing ice to encase his feet, she darted off towards the sound of the human's cry.
As the bitterly chilling wind departed, the intruder slumped in relief, only to wonder what would happen to him now.
Yohime stood anxiously, watching as Setsura eventually disappeared in her pursuit of the intruder. Sighing to herself, she relaxed her guard.
The Yuki-Onna had grow exceptionally strong since she had first met her and Yohime was confident in her abilities to successfully rid the mansion's ground of unwanted guests.
Feeling a yawn coming on, she held up her hand to stifle it, her hand going to massage her stomach. Walking around to bathhouse, Yohime neared the door. Stretching out her hand to wrap her fingers around the handle, a small loud of fabric rustle caught her ears.
Turning with a smile, she was speak a greeting for Setsura, whom she had assumed returned with their 'guest'.
However, what met her eyes was not the Yuki-Onna, but a pale ayakashi who stood calmly in the light cast by the lanterns.
Pale eyes, pale hair, pale skin, even clothes of the purest white. Also, Yohime sensed nothing from the ayakashi. Even though she had no cause for alarm, she reached to notch an arrow anyways.
The ayakashi only took a step closer. Just one step.
An aura reeking of death, malice and hate surrounded and bore down on her, making her gasp for breath. Adrenalin surged through her veins and she pulled her bow, only to have it splinted like a toothpick. An odd twitch in her stomach was registered, then quickly dismissed as Yohime grabbed for the ayakashi with a reiki filled hand.
The ayakashi fluidly dodged away, but she managed to grab on to his arm. The appendage disintegrated before Yohime's eyes, but he paid no mind to it and darted off into the night.
Much like a ghost.
With the offending aura now gone, Yohime took in a deep breath, only to feel pain streaking across her abdomen. She absently rubbed her hand to sooth the pains, only a wetness drew her attention. Glancing down, surprise filled her as she noticed her fingers dripping red.
Moving the appendage that was blocking her view, a vague sense of confusion came as she noticed the crimson was seeping from her extended stomach. As blackness began to dot her vision, she distantly realized a scream had built up and left her throat. The ground seemed to grow larger and Yohime wondered if Nurarihyon was going to be upset at the bloodstains on the shiny wooden floor.
A/N Short chapter.
Darn me.
I should have written a longer one, but I got so involved with Two Worlds. I need to finish this fiction before I move on to the next. Or at least up to the point where y'all need to read the manga for yourselves. If you haven't already, that is.
Anyways!
Reviews are like every season of anime I download, totally adored, obsessed over, and viewed over and over again!