Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Saga of Blackcat and Rose Ying Yang ❯ Chapter 32

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

(Nina's POV) You made sure Kitana was gone until you pulled your attention to Syrian. You know Syrian is a skillful swordmistress and would be hard to beat. Aronogo called you both into the ring and as you both looked at each other you could sense each other's spirit energy rising. You both took a fighting stance; you with your forks at your side, Syrian with her sword held in front of her. (Aronogo) Ready! FIGHT! Both of you charged at each other. Both steels clashed with one another. You both pushed your weight on each other as you both looked at each other's eyes seeing fire of determination burning in each set. Then you both broke away. *I have to say Syrian has gotten a bit stronger compared to the last time I saw her. * Once again both of your weapons clashed down hard on the others. (Syrian) Humph, you're no more than a challenge to me, then that brat you call a man will be to Blada. (You) Either way bitch he still won't want you. (Syrian) Sure he will once he sees that I'm the better female, the better one to hold his name! (You) Syrian, I don't want him, I never have! He is infatuated with ME, its not the other way around. She kicked you and you took an immediate defensive stance. (Syrian) You've always wanted him! Don't try and deny it! (You) Syrian, I propose that you forfit this match, because your cause is weak and you will lose. (Syrian) To who, you, HA! I'm going to kick your ass and make you suffer. She jumped in the air and you saw as her wings were coated in a heavy metal, the feathers were now razor sharp and she turned them to you and charged, You had to turn sideways and before you could react she had you pinned on the ground. You writhed and escaped and kicked her in the face causing the crowd to gasp. She caught you by the ankle and sank her sword into your calve muscle breaking the blade and leaving you to fall and scramble away. (You) Ah you BITCH! (Syrian) Humph, Blada looks so wounded; you should see his face. HE used to look at me like that whenever I took sick. She formed another sword and stepped over you. Sienara, now die Nina Okimara! You caught the blade right before it could sink into your face and snatched it from her impaling her with your forks repeatedly. She crouched over you in pain and you pushed her backward with your feet. She landed in a heap o the floor and you stood after your wound had healed. (You) I've asked you to set aside your jealousy but you have refused time and time again, this I cannot allow to go on, I must destroy you- (Syrian) Why, don't try to act so innocent and noble everyone knows that you liked it. (You) liked what. (Syrian) When Blada took you into his bed, I must admit at first I was jealous but, I reveled in your pain, in your pleading him to stop and all the mansion listened at the doors. We loved to hear you scream, the untamed ones, were tamed after all. (You) Well I have news for you, you will never see me that way again, because I will tame you, and that's the bottom line. You then formed your two forks into a straight sword and impaled her in the neck watching her blood flow without remorse. Just as you walked away she stood and began to laugh sadistically. (Syrian) it would have been better if you had stuck me with fine needles. You turned to her and shook your head in pity of her. (You) I thought that if I weakened you that you would get the message that you could never defeat me. (Syrian) Well you thought wrong. She charged at you and to your surprise landed blow after blow to you midsection. You could hardly catch a breath and in desperateness grabbed her hair and stabbed her in the back. Her scream filled the arena and cheering was followed immediately afterwards. She recovered slowly and looked to Blada whose face shown with the most unadulterated hatred for her. She dropped her weapon and he commanded her in a cold dark voice to pick it up. (You: feeling sorry for her) Syrian, you don't have to do what he says, please, you can leave, just like Kitana and I. You don't have to keep devoting yourself to someone who doesn't care about you. She picked up her weapon and held back the tears in her eyes. (Syrian) I'm sorry for a the ridiculing, taunting, and pain I've caused you… I loved him, but he doesn't love me, love makes you do crazy things… Even be intentionally blind… Ready? (You) Come