Hmmm I wonder who will still read this?? I guess I'll just have to find out
Yuyulover: Lol well thank you for not threatening me. X.x I hope you enjoy the small update
Dark Rurouni Alchemist: I'm glad you enjoy it!
shadow-5-girl: Hope you enjoy
Ailias Kurai: Hehe oh trust me, things are going to get INTERESTING!
WhiteRose-Kurama: Indeed, Kyora's is a piece of work. What kind of work, well, we may never know lol Yes, Kai is my original character, but I'll reveal what exactly he is later on …when I figure out myself lol
fallentears666: lol well I'm just glad you liked the humor, glad to make you laugh
Lovely Lei: I was so touched by your words…I'm honored that you think I'm a skilled writer. Thank you.
Alexia: Enjoy the update
Natalya: eek! Dead? That would be no good x.x lol
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A woman's bare back is indeed a natural beauty, one that should be respected and cherished among men. Strange hands should not, in Kyora's option, be allowed to touch it, even through clothing. Yet his hands, odd and foreign to her, had made their way to the section of her lower back reserved for close lovers. When such personal space is invaded, one would be expected to defend themselves in some shape or form, whether it be in words or physical strength.
So why did she, a youthful women who had taken all the self-defense classes and heard female empowering speeches, suddenly feel meek and in need of rescue? Later, when she was safe in her room and protected by the presence of friends, her mind would nag and insult as to why she acted so pitiful in a dangerous situation. It would do this until she hid under the covers and cried, defeated and admitting that perhaps she wasn't, after all, such a strong girl.
For now though she remained still until her opponent had taken all he wanted and promptly let her fall to the ground. Her body whimpered against the solid earth, bruised and nervous and confused. The response seemed to please Kai, though his eyes scanned her for serious injury. Whether he was looking out of genuine concern was unknown to all but him for the moment.
He landed himself safely in the arena and waited expectantly. Demonic cheers told him he had done well in entertaining his audience despite the fact that it wasn't his goal to provide them with amusement.
"This is an incredibly turn of events folks!" The enthusiastic announcer proclaimed, "In all my years attending battle arenas, never have a seen someone attack with a kiss! But what's this!? No blood, no gore!? Well, as is the official rules, Kyora is disqualified and Kai remains the winner of round one!"
In the distance, Kuwabara's scratchy voice could be heard in disagreement. "That jerk! You can't just do that to a girl! He should be the one disqualified!"
Yusuke's shouting agreed with his teammate, though he chose more colorful words. "That jackass! Kurama!" His attention turned to his old companion, "Are you going to do something about this!?"
To the naked eye, one would say Kurama's face was stoic, lacking the appropriate emotion a brother would usually feel for his sibling. To those who were wiser, however, a deeper level of anger than most come to know was being nestled close to his chest and nurtured, growing with each second and churning to a blinded hate. This rage was wrapped tenderly and set aside for later use, for as all who are wise know, anger can be a useful weapon when used at the right time.
Dignified, he made his way over to his fallen sister, who looked up at him with fearful eyes as if he would soon reject her. Perhaps a bit too forcefully, he helped her to her feet and all but dragged her away, offering no words of comfort or advice for the time being. This was just as well, for in that instance Kyora's head was weighted with shame, taking the effort to only glance up at her now superior opponent. He smiled at her as though he cared, as though it wasn't his choice to shame her. He was a mere victim. A pawn.
This, with some convincing, she would believe.