Silently Yoshi ran; he could hear the beast ahead of him. I told him not to! he thought fiercly. I warned him!
         He put on a burst of speed and quickly caught up to the creature, pulling out a long jagged blade.  He made a flying leap onto the back of it, pressing the blade agaist its neck.
         "I should kill you," he hissed, clutching the thing's back. "I warned you not to go after him!"
 
         "He is mine!" the creature hissed back, trying to fling Yoshi of.

         Yoshi stayed on without difficulty. "Pitiful," he sneered, pulling the ornate dagger away and jumping lightly off its back. "I overestimated you."

         The creature growled, "Zenki is mine. Goki as well."

         Yoshi shook with silent laughter. Zenki? yours? Oh no, dear brother, I wont let you... "Do you really think... that Goki is still there?" He sank to his knees, laughing hysterically. "No, Brother. No, you will never get either of them—not as long as I live."

         The demon crouched. "If that is your final word, Brother," he spat the last word contemptuously. "Then I will have to kill you." As he had been speaking, his body had slowly been tensing. Now he lunged at Yoshi.

         Sadly, Yoshi had noticed. He was angry. Angry that his younger brother dared defy him.  Once again he stepped outta the way.  Wump.  The oni landed on his face, in the cold, cold snow.

         "KUSO!!!" the demon cursed. Then he ran away, at a rather astonishing speed.

         Vines rose from the ground, but too late to hinder the speeding oni. Yoshi stared, amazed that he had gotten past him, then jumped up and gave chase.  I must get to Goki before him! The aggravated boy in pajamas was at least as fast.

         Akira laughed and sipped at his cup.  He had obviously had a little too much sake, as had Yousei.  She giggled at her own joke and slurped her own bevvy.  They were quite alone in Akira's apartment, and she had evidently thought about the possibilities.

         An hour later, there was a knock at the door.  Akira groaned and crawled out of his bed; Yousei had fallen asleep.  "Im cummmmminggg..." His voice was slurred.  The banging continued.

         He got into his P.J.s and walked woozily down the hall to the door.  He opened it, and his face convulsed in horor as the arm—or whatever was at the door—went right through his chest, bones cracking and lungs collapsing, killing him almost instantly.

         "Akira-baby? Where didja gooo?" Yousei came out of the bedroom, blanket wrapped around her delicate, human body. A scream came from her as she saw a ... demon come through the door and kill Akira. She screamed and screamed and screamed, as the demon proceeded to eat the innards of the late Akira Goto.