I haven't done anything wrong. Everything I have done was because of my job. I an a professional killer. I have been trained to kill and to enjoy it. Everyone in my family does this job. My village calls us the avengers of some will call us the reapers. None of these things truly describe my job though. I do not kill for revenge or for pleasure. I kill because I am a slave and my master, Akito, commands me to kill.

Akito is actually my father. Everyone fears my father including my mother, Kyoko, my brother, Kyo, and I. It is because of this fear that I do not lead a normal life. Though my mother fears him and wishes to be free of Akito I can not help but to feel that she is becoming just like him. She seems to have lose the guilt of killing and now enjoys it. I fear that my brother and I will meet the same fate. No matter how I try to resist, my path has already laid down before me.

We don't enjoy being like this. Kyo and I would rather that we didn't kill people. Our father would kill us though, if we did not support his "cause." He believes that he is god and should smite all evil before his very own children are consumed with it. He doesn't seem to realize that there is evil within. I personally think that if god were to rid the world of evil then there would be no one left on earth. Not even himself. But what could I know after all I am only fifteen and therefore ten years his junior.

"Come on Tohru we can't be late!" Kyo called.

"I know, I know." My breaths were coming in very short spurts, hardly enough to answer let alone speed up.

Kyo stopped in front of me waiting. He was becoming very impatient. I could tell by the way he put his arms behind his head and shifted his wait from one foot to the other.Sometimes he could be such a flustered person. Then he looked at me and smiled the one smile that always made me feel that I could definately just be myself. He walked over to me. I was trying very hard not to trip on my skirt or stab myself with a knife again. You see my outfit was a black tank top with a black floor length skirt. The skirt was detachable and underneath was a pair of capris that had knife holsters on one leg and gun holsters on the other. That is why I had to be super careful. Kyo laughed as he lifted me up in the bridal position and carried me home.

"You shouldn't carry so many weapons at one time. Maybe then you would be able to keep up with me and make it home on time."

"Are we that late already?" I asked. I was so worried with the way he was speaking about being late.

"No we are not. But I rather not take any chances."

He looked at me and I felt a chill running down my spine.He was afraid that if we were to be late that I would get in trouble. Akito loved to pick on me the most even though Kyo would try to stop him. Dad loved picking on me because I was the only one in our family to be possesed. Akito liked to bring this out in me. He was usually successful by just yelling at me and punishing me. At least he would get a partial possesion. But if dad really wanted to see the demon he would take off the ring that Kyo had given me. That was the only thing that kept my trueself in. Or my true form as many would say. Kyo said that my true form is not that evil monster but the sweet caring part of me. I know that he was just trying to make me feel better. Dad said that the demon is my gift and that it trully shows what God's rage can do. I know that isn't true either. But what am I to do. I already am the way I am so tere is nothing I could do about it.

We finally arrived at our house right on time. Akito had not come home and mom was just finishing with cooking dinner. We walked in and washed ourselves. Then we set the table and sat down. Mom put all the food on the table as we waited for father. This was a tradition in our household. We were to be home before our father, help with the dinner, sit, and eat in complete silence and then he would tell us about the murders he had done that day. He finished all this off with giving a lesson from the good book that somehow justified what he had just done.

"U-hum." Mom cleared her throat. "What did I say about weapons at the table."

"Oops sorry mom I forgot." I got up from the table and put all my weapons in my room. Then I got changed into my black house dress.

"Thank you Tohru."

The door opened just then and Akito walked in. My father, I notice everytime I see him, does not look like any of us. He had short black hair and always wore a black, spandex jumpsuit. My mother had short dirty blond hair and wore a long black coat with a red butterfly on it. Kyo and I were not the same either. Kyo had orange hair and eyes. I had short brown hair with dark brown eyes that turned red. (Again that is because of the demon.) Pretty much none of us looked like we were actually related.

Dinner started okay and then ended in disaster. I was sittiing there eating and just thinking random thoughts about that day. That is when it happened. I reached for my glass and accidentally knocked over the water pitcher. I picked it up quickly and apologized. I must have apologized at least a hundred times but still my father had the look of surprise and anger on his face. I turned to Kyo for some help and I could tell that he was thinking of some ways to change the subject. Akito rose from the table slowly and beckoned for me to go into the living room. I ran in ahead of him so as not to make him any angrier than he was already.

"Do you know what you just did?"

"Yes. Yes, sir, I just knocked over that pitcher."

"Yes and you ruined your mothers beautiful table. How could you be so stupid!! I know that my daughter is not an idiot!"

"Dad leave her alone." Kyo said.

By know my eyes were getting watery. I tried to suppress my tears that were sure to cause me more trouble. Then I guess Akito saw that I was about to cry and started beating me. He punched me in the face and in the stomach. When he was finally done I was reduced to nothing but a curled up ball on the floor.

"You little idiot. Maybe know you will learn to pay attention to things around you."

With that last sentence he turned to leave. Kyo came over and picked me up in his arms. He carried me to my room. He sat me on my bed and began to go over my entire body for any injuries that might have occured. I was still crying so he looked at my face, the one place that he hadn't yet checked. He looked into my eyes and jumped.

"What's wrong?" I said. It didn't sound like me though, or at least not completely like me.

"Your eyes are read again." Kyo stood up. "Your voice is also morphed."

Those were signs that I was being partly possessed. I hate that demon. Have I mentioned that already. "I am so-sorry." I blurted out as I started crying again.

"For what?"

"The demon scares you."

"Nothing you can do about that. Oh yeah I almost forgot."

Kyo left my room and went into his which was directly across the hall. When he returned he carried a large sheath. It had a beautiful sword in it. On the handle was a flower and the sun. It was so beautiful that I started crying again. He looked alarmed that I was crying.

"I c-can't bel-believe that you would get this for me."

"It's your fifteenth birthday why wouldn't I get you something nice?"

I had totally forgotten about it, since we never celebrate birthdays in this house. I gave Kyo a big hug. "Thank you so much Nii-san."

"You're welcome."

He layed me in bed and then tucked me in. He turned off the light and exited. Just before sleep consumed me, I heard him whisper.

"Happy Bithday Tohru."