InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Life As We Knew It ❯ The Battle Continued ( Chapter 4 )

To yusukekuramasgirl: I must make cliffies to keep you interested, do I not? *laugh* Don't worry, Kurama will survive. I would never EVER kill off Kurama. You would have to murder me first. Now, how to get rid of Kikyo…

To Youshiie: WAVE IS SUPPOSED TO BE CREEPY! SHE'S MY FAVE! And the kids, well, they're either being babysat or in Suichi's case, being talked to death by Kino.

To animenightelf: I LOATHE YOU.

Disclaimer:I do not own YYH and IY yadda yadda blah blah

Yoko = demon form Kurama = human form

Oh, and, uh……Kurama is the redhead, and Suichi is his son for those of you who are confuzzled.

AND PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! School started again and it's hard to keep up with my work. SORRY!

Chapter 4: The Battle Continued

***In the Tokyo Dome***

Kurama rolled over onto his stomach, panting. He had never felt anything like that before. Slowly, he stumbled to his feet. Wave looked like nothing had happened as she examined her nails.

 

When she noticed him up, she said, “So, ready for more?” She sighed sadly, “Geez, I thought you'd put up more of a fight than that. Oh, well. Here we go.” She ran at Kurama with lightning that leaped across her fingers. The fox demon countered the attack with his rose whip, but it was fried to a crisp. They traded blows, yet neither gained the upper hand.

 

Wave suddenly sat down right where she was, as Kurama was about to attack again. He stopped and stared at her oddly, like she was the most unintelligent fighter in the whole world. She looked at him with a bored expression. She tossed him a small bottled of reddish-purple liquid in it, which he caught.

 

“Drink it. This is getting stupid. You're weak in your human form, so if you drink that, then you can fight as Yoko,” she said.

 

Kurama sniffed the potion. It had the same smell as the concoction he had used before to transform. He looked back up at Wave. “Why give me this to help me get stronger, when the point of the battle is to defeat me?” he asked her quizzically.

 

She looked away in embarrassment. “I don't like defeating my opponents easily.” `And I don't want to hurt someone badly who I….'

 

“I will take it if you answer one question truthfully for me.”

 

“Fine, it's a deal.”

 

“Alright. Are you in league with Naraku?”

 

(DMG - this question is related to a hint in chapie 3. If you don't remember, look it up. :P.)

 

Wave went silent. Was it just a lucky guess? Or did she do something to let him know? “It was a deal, so… yeah. We are. Now that you know that, drink the d*** potion and let's get it over with.”

 

Kurama took a sip of the drink. He felt a strange pulling sensation in his body. In a matter of seconds he had changed from a red head with green eyes to a totally different person. He had long, silver hair and a matching tail. Added to that were long, white fox ears, gold eyes, and more agile legs. He had also mysteriously changed his clothes.

 

(DMG - How did he do that, again?)

 

“See? It worked. Now, on with this,” she lunged unexpectedly at Yoko. Who did not react in time. A painful claw blow was delivered directly to his stomach, but because of her precision, she missed his vital organs. She jumped back from his return blow.

 

Yoko looked down at his pained stomach. A green poison was dripping from the wound, along with his blood. He looked back up at Wave and narrowed his eyes. With lightning speed, he ran to her and knocked her flat on her back, letting his talons hover menacingly above her throat.

 

“Like my Acid Rain Claws?” she hissed at him.

 

Yoko grimaced. “No,” he said flatly.

 

“Rhetorical question!”

 

“I know. Now cure it before I rip your throat out!” he growled with hostile threat creeping across his face.

 

Kagome was not sure whether to be frightened or worried about Kurama. She had seen his fox form before, but never with this attitude. It was like he was a total different person.

 

“Fine! Kill me, and ensure your own death!” Wave sneered. “Alright. I'll cure it.” Then, she spit on his stomach where she had struck.

 

Kagome, along with everyone else, was in a rage. How dare she! How low could she possibly get? Not low enough, obviously. The miko instinctively loaded an arrow and aimed for the she-demon. Yoko's voice stopped her.

 

“Lower your weapon, Kagome. As she said, Wave cured the poison. The saliva of a Storm demon is the only cure for the lethal Acid Rain Claws.”

 

“Hmph. At least someone knows their facts,” muttered Wave.

 

As the battle raged on, Yoko was put on defensive, and soon, the potion wore off, and the body of Kurama could not withstand any more blows. The score was two; zip.

 

 

The next demon to step up wore a white karate uniform, accented by a black belt. His dark hair was tied in a traditional Japanese bun, which matched his ebony eyes. He was barefoot, which displayed long nails.

 

Stupidly, Kuwabara piped up, “I'll take him!” and walked onto the stadium battle arena.

 

“My name is Tii-ayu. Rank 5. I am a master of martial arts,” the demon identified as Tii-ayu introduced himself. The demon let his hair down, and Kuwabara realized that Tii-ayu had curves. Who Kuwabara mistook for a he, was actually a she.

 

“HOLY CHEESE!!!!!!!!!!! I can't fight girls!!!!!!!”

 

(DMG: Kuwabara & Yusuke use the phrase “holy cheese” a few times, and I wanted to try it)

 

“That works in my favor just fine.” To be honest, Tii-ayu beat the crap out of him. So, umm, we'll go to the next battle and not describe all the ways he got injured. Sorry to all of my readers looking forward to it.

 

“Hn. My turn.” Hiei stepped up to meet a hyper-looking she-demon. She had light green hair that was pulled back into two ponytails. But the ponytails were stuck way out to the sides, then tilted up and were sort of spiky. She had light gray eyes and wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a baggy black Harley Davidson (don't own) shirt. She wore white sneakers with purple streaks down the side. Somehow, she looked most connected to the modern world. (Not.)

 

“Hey. I'm Shizz, rank 6. I hope you know that fire won't work, midget, because you'll dig your own grave. I use poison, and when poison hits fire there's a really big explosion, and I'm immune to it. You're stupid Hellfire dragon won't help you this time,” Shizz explained very slowly, as if Hiei couldn't comprehend anything faster. “Let's get this party started, huh?”

 

Shizz pulled a vial of bubbling liquid. She cracked it on her knuckles, then let it drip into her hands. Shining with energy, it slowly expanded into a crystallized sword of poison.

 

“Not bad, huh? Let's go.” The demon ran at Hiei, with the same speed as him. The fire demon countered the blow with his own sword. The two were pretty evenly matched, until the poison shaper tripped Hiei. He fell, giving Shizz an opportunity. She took it, and pinned him to the ground.

 

“Heh, any last words? I'm dying to hear.”

 

“Hn.” At that point, Hiei sent Shizz flying backwards. He had pulled his legs up and smashed them into her stomach, the exact same trick that Sango had played on him in chapie 1.

 

Shizz stood up, wiping that blood from her mouth. “You're not so bad, huh? At least you're not an idiot, afraid to fight girls.” The demon's eyes flickered over to Kuwabara, who was unconscious on one of the benches.

 

“Hn. Don't compare me to that baka human. He's weak.”

 

“No. You're weak. You could've killed me before. You don't have the guts!!!”

 

“If Hiei could've killed you, he would have. You are a skilled fighter, matched to Hiei,” Kurama returned from the sidelines.

 

“Whatever. I don't give a s***. He's gonna lose, anyway. Look at `im!”

 

She pointed to Hiei. He seemed slow, sluggish. His eyes were less attentive.

 

“The metabolism of anyone one who comes into contact with my Poison Blade slows down.” Shizz smirked at Hiei's movements. “Soon he'll either fall down asleep, or just be unable to battle.”

 

Kurama realized that Shizz would not miss the opportunity to kill Hiei at the unfair advantage. He that Hiei would be absolutely p***ed at what he was going to do.

 

“Shizz! We forfeit this match!” he called out. Obviously, no one on their side minded, for there were no protests.

 

“Aw. I wanted to see his pathetic attempts to win. Oh, well. I still win the match.”

 

It turned out that Hiei wasn't p***ed at all. Um, that might be because he was asleep, but who cares?

 

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I really meant to get this chapie up sooner, but, once again, school has started.