Like A Wolf

I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. According to my parents I nothing till I'm 18.

"Get back." The demand was spoken in a low, even voice, but so firmly, carrying such a tone of command that she found herself obeying before her mind had even processed his words.

Get back? Her pink eyes defocused in puzzlement, Get back from what? Almost immediately her unspoken question was answered as a wave of spirit energy rushed over them so powerful it threw her backwards several feet before dropping her carelessly back to the ground.

She landed gracelessly on her side, rolling backwards a few times with the force of the blow, before stopping a little more gently against a nearby tree. The ride had left her more or less unharmed with only scrapes on her knees, visible through her now torn jeans, and red marks on her hands and arms she was certain would be bruises tomorrow.

Quickly pushing herself up and brushing back the few strands of sky blue hair that had been pulled from her high ponytail, she surveyed her new surroundings. Truly she had been fortunate to have acted without thinking at the tone of his voice which had allowed her to receive the weakest of the blow. The rest of the forest had not been so lucky.

All through the clearing that had not existed only moments before lay pieces of trees and overturned earth. Her stomach turned at the sight of what had probably been a deer. In the center of all the destruction stood a shorter figure staring down a group of powerful demons. Though he was by no means weakened, the effects of taking the full brunt of the blow were visible.

His oddly spiked black hair was tasseled, and he sported several small cuts on both sides of his neck along with a nick on his right ear. His midnight black cloak was shredded revealing many larger cuts on his arms. Her pink eyes followed bloody drops that she imagined came from a huge gash across his torso.

Oddly enough he turned slightly, just enough to look at her. That was enough, however, for her to see the scratches crossing his face. For a fleeting moment bright amethyst eyes met bloodied garnet, just long enough for her to stand before he moved.

She stood transfixed as he slaughtered their attackers. Blood spread over the ground, and it soon lay on top of itself because the ground could no longer absorb the hot red liquid. Quickly and efficiently his sword sliced through flesh and bone, not pausing even once.

There was grace and style to his movements. Beauty in the way his cuts were always perfectly clean. He wielded a strange enchantment even when bathed in his enemies' blood.

It was like watching a pack of wolves bring down an elk. Beautiful and horrible at the same time. Felling sick at the sight of death, but watching just to see such power and grace…

The fight was over almost before it began and he stood a few feet before her covered in blood and sweat. She stared in horrified fascination as he almost hesitantly turned to face her, expression carefully blank.

Truly he was like a wolf. Beautiful and strong. Swift and graceful. Able to stand all alone, but still wanting the assurance of the pack.

Slowly she crossed the short distance between them, her eyes boring all her love into his because actions speak louder than words. She embraced him carefully, weary of his injuries. He tensed as she touched him but soon relaxed into her arms, laying his head against her neck and shyly holding her in return.

She smiled into his hair as he sighed in contentment against her neck. Because, like a wolf, he was powerful and independent. And, like a wolf, he wanted comfort in another next to him.

He had no reason to be alone.