Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Judgement Day ❯ Dark Angel ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: In first chap…Hope it stands for all later chaps. If not then I guess some lawsuit will com hunt me down. Hopefully it won't.

BIG AUTHORS NOTE: ANY PLAGERISM AND I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN WITH A LAWSUIT!(that is if I can find you…but remember…I have eyes in the back of my head!)

Bit-Blackmage, UltaAnimeFangurl2004 & Riye Link/Reue: thanks for reviewing my fic! Hope you can do so in the future.

A/N: ummm…I don't know all the correct terms and all that so I'm kinda making a lot of the "technical" stuff up as I go- the monsters and locations, towns…that kinda stuff..

Anyway- on with the story- enjoy!

~Desperation~

One Week Later:

Kuwabara trudged through the forest. How could they do this to me? I'm part of the team too. At least…I was. Kuwabara breathed heavily, seething with anger. His team had abandoned him. His friends had abandoned him. It had been a week since he had been thrown away like a pile of scraps, useless. Kuwabara felt a flare of anger and fell to his knees hitting the ground as hard as he could with his fists. At last he stopped, starring at his bleeding knuckles, smirking. Maybe if I had been insanely mad all the times I had fought the others wouldn't have thought I was weak.

Kuwabara stood up from the ground, wiping dust from his clothes. He had turned around and had been about to take a step back towards civilization when he heard a twig snap behind him. Kuwabara spun. Nothing was there. The tall boy looked around for a minute more then started walking back in the direction he had come from. He had been walking for almost five minutes when he heard another snap behind him. This time he materialized his sword while turning to face the other direction.

Something was there, watching. Waiting. He felt a slight presence other than his own standing in the woods in front and to the right of him. His mind reached out to try and identify his unknown stalker. Finally he felt a well guarded signature. After what seemed like an eternity he was able to gain entry. Kuwabara physically and mentally recoiled as he felt the dark shadows that lurked behind the signature. Kuwabara was only dimly aware that he had fallen to the ground. His mind was whirling, tainted by darkness. Darkness that was overwhelming him and dragging him down to rest in that black shadow.

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Three Years Later:

The wind howled through a small cottage replacing the screams that had once filled the night. The cold air sent shivers down the spins of two small children. A young girl who looked to be about six was leaning on the should of her slightly older brother. Her tangled brown hair hung limply upon her shoulders. Icy blue eyes were filled with a horrible pain and sorrow. Tears tracked down her dirty face. The boy brushed the tears away, smudging her features even more. He pushed his ratted black hair behind his ears. His ebony eyes, filled with fear and determination, darted to the closed door and he heard a slurping sound coming from behind it. The little girl whimpered and the slurping faltered. The boy clamped his hand over his sister's mouth. There was a pause and then the slurping filled the silence once more. The girl's brother kept his hand over his sister's mouth to make sure she made no more noise.

Finally, after what seemed hours, the sound stopped. The thing outside shifted making a sound that was like silk rustling against silk. The children waited until the sound stopped and waited until they were sure the thing was asleep. The young boy lifted his hand from his sister's mouth and slowly and soundlessly stood. He bit his lip as his cramped muscles screamed at him to stop abusing them. He stooped back down and rubbed his sister's leg muscles. After a few minutes he stood and pulled his sister with him. The young boy looked into his sister's pain-filled eyes. His own eyes seemed fill with warning. The girl nodded.

The children placed their feet slowly and ever so quietly on the ground, making sure no noise was made. They reached the door and stopped. Barely breathing they glanced at the door and each other. If any noise was made they would surely die. Taking one last look at his sister's face he reached his hand out to open the door…

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The dark night cloaked the terror that had rained upon the village earlier that day. No light shone. Bodies, dismembered, beheaded, bloody, mutilated, hamstringed, and cauterized, lay strewn in darkness about the village. A tall man with titian colored hair stood among the bloodied remains of the village. Hw looked about him dispassionately, taking in the ravaged people's condition with a cold, calculating look. None survived. At least that was what he thought until he heard the blood-curdling scream coming from a small cottage on the edge of the village. His eyes snapped to the cottage and he started to run. He didn't stop when he reached the door. Instead he brought his foot up to kick it in.

The door fell and the scene inside was reflected in the man's sorrel eyes. A young girl was being mauled by a monster. The thing was at least eight feet tall and very thin. It's shape fluctuated between something resembling a human and an insect. It looked silver in the night's darkness. Sharp, thin teeth coruscated in the thing's gaping mouth. In place of eyes, a black fire was burning. Long, lithe fingers ending in aciculate claws held the young girl's arm in a numbing grip. The man now recognized it as a Dark Angel. The Dark Angel was bringing the young child closer to it's mouth. It's black tongue was lolling in lazy anticipation. The girl was quietly sobbing as she was dragged nearer to her fate.

"Eris! Eris!" the little boy was screaming for his sister. "Eris, come back! Eris!" The girl started screaming as she heard her name.

"Nekko! Help me, Nekko! Help me!" The little girl started screaming obscene and incoherent screams as the thing pulled her arm into it's mouth. The man, who had been standing silent by the door, walked towards the Dark Angel. The girl's screams were becoming hoarse and finally stopped all together. The man narrowed his eyes and held out his hand, palm facing the beast. He closed his eyes and clenched his fist. The Dark Angel dropped the girl with an inhuman shriek and turned towards the man. The man opened his eyes and held his other fist out. Just as before, he closed his hand into a tight fist just as he closed his eyes. The Dark Angel fell to the ground, writhing in pain, clawing at what seemed to be it's chest. It did not scream or shriek anymore but lay still as stone eyes starring at the ceiling of the hut. The man uncurled his hands and looked uncompassionate at the Dark Angel. In death it held it's own strange beauty. Looking around the room he noticed more bodies and realized at once they were dead. There were no other presences besides that of the young children's and his own. Observing the corpses once more, he noticed that their blood had been consumed by the Dark Angel.

The little boy had run to his sister, checking to see if she was okay. Besides a small puncture in her arm and the fact that she was unconscious, she was alright. Nekko looked at the man that had saved them. He had stopped the creature without touching it. Nekko, looking at the flaming orange haired man and asked, "Who are you?"

The man looked confused for a second and then answered, "I don't know."

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A/N: I hope you guys liked it! I'm an avid fantasy reader so that might explain the whole weird scene there. Sorry. I really like it. Hope you did too. Please read and review. Sorry it took so long to get out…Can you guys guess who the titian man is? Hmmm, hmm? Now I just have to think about the next chapter. I promise I will try not to take as long this time.