Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Legacy ❯ Snake ( Chapter 1 )

Hello! A Himukuro fic for your enjoyment. The beginning scene follows a personal experience (except for me, it was two middle school girls taking turns making out with a guy.)
"Next tournament is coming soon," A wolf demon mentioned, tossing her newly braided hair over her shoulder.
"Yes, we know." A fire yokai replied. "I'm not entering; I've got better things to do," she stuck her nose in the air, her flaming locks glistening.
"Do you think Taro is going to enter?" A neko adjusted a corset that would be the envy of any Hot Topic designer.
"What a dork! That human lover just wants to lose!" The wolf demon scoffed. A guffaw behind her caused the groups heads to turn, to face a limping traveler.
"What is with that freak?" A vixen sneered at the cripple, who shrieked in laugher at the group, leaning hard on her old, gnarled, and weathered cane.
"Make way, girls. I can't be late, today." She limped her way through the group, releasing her final bouts of mockery and disregarding how much more powerful they were. She spared no effort in allowing her thin cloak to whip several of the women across the face.
"You," The neko stood her ground. "Who gave you the right to be rude?" She puffed up her chest and towered over the ragged traveler, her black tresses putting the older woman's frizzed strawberry-blond hair to shame. But neither size nor good looks fazed her.
"No one gave me permission," The cripple sneered back. "That's the beauty of it." She nudged her to the side, staggering past the younger women. In her final offence, she spun around, giving them all the finger.
"Bitch!" They shouted at her, but they let her go. She wasn't worth their time.

What is that moron thinking? "You! Move it! Or we'll go over you!" Hiei called at the tiny figure blocking the way of the guard vehicle.
The demon stared at the insect-shaped contraption. "Manners, kid! Whatever happened to pedestrian priority!"
"Pedestrian priority is why I gave you the warning! Now beat it!" Hiei spat back.
"That's quite rude of you, and I'm not one to move quite fast. Be patient, and I'll be out in a few minutes."
"I'll give you ten seconds!" Hiei snarled impatiently. That arrogant little-
"Hiei, sir." Kirin appeared behind him, his mask muffling his voice. "Shall we move forward?"
"Go on ahead." He scowled back at the figure below.
His duty was done within a few hours. As Hiei headed outside for training, he couldn't help but feel at his shirt, checking on the gems he concealed underneath. Both from his mother, both separated, one from Yukina, and one returned from Mukuro. He finally looked up as he stepped outside. He stopped in his tracks as he spotted the back of a familiar woman a few dozen meters away.
"Mukuro!" The name escaped his lips before he could stop himself. She glanced his way and turned to face him.
She certainly was not Mukuro.
Her face was unmarred, but was far uglier. Her tiny glaring eyes sunk deep into their sockets, and her eyebrows looked over-plucked. Her hooked nose wrinkled as her lips formed a nasty sneer. Hiei stepped back. That face looked uncomfortably familiar. "You know Mukuro, now?" Her voice seemed familiar, too.
"Is it your business?" Hiei scowled darkly enough to scare the living daylights out of any half-brained creature. There was something in his gut telling him to get that woman away fast.
He did not like her face.
"Actually," she passed by him, entering the door behind him. "It's entirely my business."
Hiei spun on his feet and dashed in after her. He felt something he hadn't experienced in a while- a chill going through his spine.
"Why, Mukuro!" He saw Mukuro standing just behind the entrance, and the stranger greeting her. "It's been far too long." Her voice echoed through the vast corridor.
Mukuro instantly turned white, recognizing something about her face. "Who are you?" Her voice faltered, stepping back.
In return, the visitor stepped forward. "Oh, don't you remember me? Think waay back. Delve into the darkest banks of your memory. I know you know me." Her lips curled.
Hiei stepped in front of Mukuro. "Get out." He snarled at the visitor. "You don't have any authority to be here."
The woman stared dully over Hiei at Mukuro. "And I suppose this protective pup is your love-man? How cute." She noted Mukuro's stare and sighed. "Oh, yeah. I do look a fright, don't I?" She laughed dryly. "Unfortunately, I inherited my old man's looks.
"It seems our identities changed from when last we left. My name is Hebi. It's been far too long. I knew who you were the instant I saw you in the tournament. Has it already been four years? It takes a while for a cripple to keep up with this little contraption of yours." Hebi tapped on the walls in vague curiosity. "Ironic that all this time, you were the demon lord Mukuro and I never knew."
Hiei turned in shock at Mukuro. The fear had left, and she returned to the composed former demon lord that he knew. "I'm surprised you're not dead." She finally replied.
"Heh. So am I..." The visitor pulled a dirty pant leg just over her knee. Everything below her thigh was twisted and disfigured. Her foot stuck at an odd angle. She rubbed her knee, wincing. "So am I."
I have no idea how I came up with Hebi. I like her as a character, and she is based off myself quite a bit, with a little bitch added. And a mutated leg. O.o