Written for the amusement of myself and a few friends. XD
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Throngs of demons crowded into the arena set for the semi-finals, massive numbers, all swarming together, one face unrecognizable from another. But one single demon did stand out among the rest, for she was a female, and she beautiful. Her skin was silky smooth and pale, as if she had been hidden from the sun for many years. Her body was that of someone of great physical health, curved in all the right places, and her chest was of a decent size as well. She wore a thin black satin dress that hung from spaghetti straps down to just below her knee, a slight slit running up the left side. Over that a long traveling cloak was worn, made out of a heavy, yet somehow airy black material that reached her ankles, a hood in the back should it be needed. A thin, satin choker was around her neck, an oval ruby in the center that glinted even in the darkest of rooms. Her silver hair was long and pin straight, the ends brushing her hips. She had a fluffy white tail and ears, those of a kitsune, each tipped at the ends with a light pink color, the same as her eyes, which were by far the most striking. Beautiful as they were, they seemed cloudy, exhausted. They were the eyes of someone who had given up her hopes, and her dreams.
As she took her seat in the dead center row of the arena behind the commentator, many eyes followed her, but none dared say anything or approach her, because of another feature ever so obvious on her skin; two fang marks that were present at the base of her neck, glowing ever so slightly with an odd, red-ish glow. It was the mark of another demon, her mate, and for that reason alone, the other demons tried their best to ignore her presence, all smart enough to know the sacred laws of mates, and perhaps even fearing the wrath of whoever had laid claim to this great beauty.
Nearly fifteen minutes after she had taken her seat, and five minutes after the last of the demons flowed in to fill the other available seats, did the fighters from both teams enter at opposite ends. Team Urameshi, the despised team made up of three humans and two demon traitors appeared to be two players short, earning both jeers and cheers from the crowd. The young woman watched with what seemed to be great amusement as one of demon traitors, the runt, Hiei, finished off his first opponent with ease, so much so, it looked as if he was facing off against a two year old.
‘Now that’s how you do it. Go Hiei!’
Though she would never admit to it aloud, her hopes were that Team Urameshi would sweep a win for the side of good. If you had asked her whom she would rather have won say, sixteen years ago, the answer would surely have been different. But hey, times change, and so has she. Hiei’s second battle was not as easy but he still won, and a real smile appeared on her face for the first time in a very, very long time. Ever since…
‘No, no, I can’t think about that. Not now, not ever again. He’s dead, and he’s been dead for sixteen years. No amount of dreaming can change that.’
She scolded herself in her mind, and focused her attention back to the fights going on. The dice had been rolled, and Team Urameshi’s Kurama was to face the Fractured Fairy Tales’ Reverse Urashima. This match interested her the most, since she and her mate had just arrived at the tournament in time for the semi-finals, she had not seen this “Kurama” fight. But she had heard the rumors, that some were saying he was the great demon thief of Makai in disguise, that he wielded plants just like the legendary thief, had the same glare, equivalent skill, and the same name.
‘It can’t possibly be him, this boy looks nothing like him, at all. His aura is nowhere near my brother’s. And look, he was tricked and bamboozled by this lug head opponent, no man could ever fool my brother, he-’
She stopped her thoughts midway as Urashima opened a mystical box, releasing smoke that stayed inside the ring, trapped by his barrier. She could feel what all the other strong demons could feel; Kurama’s aura was fading, and fast. But then, something unexpected happened, his aura shot back into existence, and very much past the level it was at previously. The smoke had still yet to clear, and she yearned to know what had occurred to make this happen, when out of the smoke a voice rang, clear and strong.
“I did not expect…to ever again assume the form…of the fox demon!”
She gasped loudly as the voice struck a chord in her memory, her hands flying to cover her mouth, which was wide open in shock.
“Brother…”
She whispered our hoarsely, not loud enough for anyone to hear over the commotion of the crowd, and she sat there alone, absorbed in her own world, the single sentence said so calmly in that voice resounding inside her brain, sending chills through her spine and making her heart leap. And in that moment she felt something strange, as if someone had thrown in a forked path in front of her for the first time in thirteen years, and she felt slight tears well up in the corners of her eyes, as she sat there staring into the fogged arena.
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Throngs of demons crowded into the arena set for the semi-finals, massive numbers, all swarming together, one face unrecognizable from another. But one single demon did stand out among the rest, for she was a female, and she beautiful. Her skin was silky smooth and pale, as if she had been hidden from the sun for many years. Her body was that of someone of great physical health, curved in all the right places, and her chest was of a decent size as well. She wore a thin black satin dress that hung from spaghetti straps down to just below her knee, a slight slit running up the left side. Over that a long traveling cloak was worn, made out of a heavy, yet somehow airy black material that reached her ankles, a hood in the back should it be needed. A thin, satin choker was around her neck, an oval ruby in the center that glinted even in the darkest of rooms. Her silver hair was long and pin straight, the ends brushing her hips. She had a fluffy white tail and ears, those of a kitsune, each tipped at the ends with a light pink color, the same as her eyes, which were by far the most striking. Beautiful as they were, they seemed cloudy, exhausted. They were the eyes of someone who had given up her hopes, and her dreams.
As she took her seat in the dead center row of the arena behind the commentator, many eyes followed her, but none dared say anything or approach her, because of another feature ever so obvious on her skin; two fang marks that were present at the base of her neck, glowing ever so slightly with an odd, red-ish glow. It was the mark of another demon, her mate, and for that reason alone, the other demons tried their best to ignore her presence, all smart enough to know the sacred laws of mates, and perhaps even fearing the wrath of whoever had laid claim to this great beauty.
Nearly fifteen minutes after she had taken her seat, and five minutes after the last of the demons flowed in to fill the other available seats, did the fighters from both teams enter at opposite ends. Team Urameshi, the despised team made up of three humans and two demon traitors appeared to be two players short, earning both jeers and cheers from the crowd. The young woman watched with what seemed to be great amusement as one of demon traitors, the runt, Hiei, finished off his first opponent with ease, so much so, it looked as if he was facing off against a two year old.
‘Now that’s how you do it. Go Hiei!’
Though she would never admit to it aloud, her hopes were that Team Urameshi would sweep a win for the side of good. If you had asked her whom she would rather have won say, sixteen years ago, the answer would surely have been different. But hey, times change, and so has she. Hiei’s second battle was not as easy but he still won, and a real smile appeared on her face for the first time in a very, very long time. Ever since…
‘No, no, I can’t think about that. Not now, not ever again. He’s dead, and he’s been dead for sixteen years. No amount of dreaming can change that.’
She scolded herself in her mind, and focused her attention back to the fights going on. The dice had been rolled, and Team Urameshi’s Kurama was to face the Fractured Fairy Tales’ Reverse Urashima. This match interested her the most, since she and her mate had just arrived at the tournament in time for the semi-finals, she had not seen this “Kurama” fight. But she had heard the rumors, that some were saying he was the great demon thief of Makai in disguise, that he wielded plants just like the legendary thief, had the same glare, equivalent skill, and the same name.
‘It can’t possibly be him, this boy looks nothing like him, at all. His aura is nowhere near my brother’s. And look, he was tricked and bamboozled by this lug head opponent, no man could ever fool my brother, he-’
She stopped her thoughts midway as Urashima opened a mystical box, releasing smoke that stayed inside the ring, trapped by his barrier. She could feel what all the other strong demons could feel; Kurama’s aura was fading, and fast. But then, something unexpected happened, his aura shot back into existence, and very much past the level it was at previously. The smoke had still yet to clear, and she yearned to know what had occurred to make this happen, when out of the smoke a voice rang, clear and strong.
“I did not expect…to ever again assume the form…of the fox demon!”
She gasped loudly as the voice struck a chord in her memory, her hands flying to cover her mouth, which was wide open in shock.
“Brother…”
She whispered our hoarsely, not loud enough for anyone to hear over the commotion of the crowd, and she sat there alone, absorbed in her own world, the single sentence said so calmly in that voice resounding inside her brain, sending chills through her spine and making her heart leap. And in that moment she felt something strange, as if someone had thrown in a forked path in front of her for the first time in thirteen years, and she felt slight tears well up in the corners of her eyes, as she sat there staring into the fogged arena.
