Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Thoughts ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

I am here because I have to be. Toguro Otouto ordered it, and unfortunately, he owns me. At least until I can defeat him. He said I would find someone interesting among the team he invited. I doubt it. After all, how can I find interest in humans? Demons are barely able to withstand my attention for long. So, here I am, bored, watching the first round of fights in the Ankoku Bujutsukai.

 

I watch from the stands, hidden in the dark shadows of the arch ways. Toguro wants me in the box with him and Sakyo, but I want to watch the team he invited first. The first fight barely holds my attention. The human lacks style, finesse, subtlety. He attacks blatantly, openly, wielding his rei ken around wildly, leaving himself open for counter attacks. The child, his opponent plays with him…toying with him like one of his yo-yos. This is what I was supposed to find interesting? The human looses, not to my surprise. It does surprise me he managed to injure the demon child, though.

 

The next fight is more interesting. The red head is proud, moves with grace. But, why is he stopping? Why is he standing with his arms behind his back? And what is that he threw with the pebble? This could be interesting. I lean forward as this mystery, this Kurama, allows the pathetic weakling to attack him. He must have a plan, his face shows he does. His hair is the same color as his blood. This is exciting to me. Roto, the pathetic one, stops moving and Kurama takes something from his hand just before his body explodes into the most beautiful plant of the Makai, the Shimaneki Sou. Simply beautiful. There are no other words for the plant, or its manipulator. Such a beautiful death. I wonder, would he…but no, I cannot think that way. It will not help me to defeat him to think that way. I must defeat him. Hmm, maybe Toguro Otouto is correct. This could be interesting. He obviously isn't human, and it's possible, he could bear my interest long enough to make up for the drawbacks of the tournament.

 

The next fight again bores me. I do not care for fire, nor for sword play. It is too quick, too fast, though the little one, the Jaganshi, he is intriguing. Were it not for the blood-haired one, I might have been interested in him. He can obviously withstand much pain, having survived the Jagan implanting process. But, my attentions are already taken. Pity for him.

 

The last fight of the first round proves to have some amusement factors to it. The human is hard headed and stubborn, but Toguro Otouto already laid claim to him. Pity, he could have withstood my affections. He, this Yusuke, and Kurama would have been fun to play with together. The drunkard and Yusuke use all their reiki and while they wait for the panel to agree to their knife edge death match, I walk to the booth.

 

A couple of rented guards try to stop me from entering the box. Don't they know who I am? They want a pass, do they? I'll give them a pass. Easily, I vault over them, inserting enough of my ki to bring about my desired results. As I land, their bodies explode. Pity they're so low class or the intimacy would be worth the energy I expend. The roar of the crowd informs me that the judges have accepted the death match. Toguro notices my entrance. Sakyo is leaving. Even though he called me there, Toguro is surprised to see me. He asked if I was enjoying myself.

 

“Oh, no,” I said, “I just heard that there was someone decent here.” He thinks I am referring to Urameshi. He doesn't need to know who I am thinking of. That would only give him another advantage over me. I do not want that. He asked why I was watching.

 

“I was wondering what kind of guy he was.” He did not need to know my mind. He asks if Urameshi is worth my time. I do not answer as we watch the rest of the match. Silently, after the match is over, we walk down to make our presence known to the members of the Urameshi team. Yusuke pales when he sees us. Kurama looks uncomfortable. The Jaganshi is in pain. Again, Toguro asks if there is anyone worth my time on the team.

 

“Can he keep winning?” I ask. He looks almost afraid of us. Will he keep winning? Will he share with me that intimacy I so desire? The red head could definitely be worth my time. I can feel the smile on my lips, watching as those filling the hallways gave me wide berth when they see my eyes. I know they reflected my desires and I do nothing to prevent it. Could they seen my smile under my mask, they probably would have died of fright where they stood instead of running from me. This thought broadens my grin and my eyes glint more. The demons in the halls now cower in shadows, praying I won't see them. Such pathetic creatures don't understand they are not worth my time. I sigh again, a happy sigh tinged slightly with regret, when I think of the one I deemed potentially worthy of me.

 

That night, I dream. It is not often this happens, but my head is full of blood colored hair and Shimaneki Sou. The world is covered in blood and he and I alone are in it. We dance, we fight, we find true intimacy with each other. Together, we take each other's life. Together, we die, wrapped in the other, our blood mingling, both acting as victim and murderer, sharing this exquisite joy with each other. It is true bliss.

 

A/N A little short, but, I still am rewatching the Ankoku Bujutsukai, (and it seems that one round/battle per chapter is a logical succession.) I'm not sure what they update schedule on this will be because as I just said I'm rewatching the episodes I need and I am working on other things (both story and life wise) Reviews will encourage me to go faster :D