Okay, so this is a story I'm currently messing around with. Not sure where exactly it's going or if it'll ever be finished, but I think it may work out. Though, I'm sure it won't be as long as my first story, more like a mini-series (I'm guessing by what I've written so far; I'm not limiting it). Like I said in the summary, it's the prequel to Past Love. I got inspired after re-reading the part where Hisaki is telling her past to the YYH girls, but it's not going to exactly match that brief outline.

Hope you enjoy it!


Running in the rain through the streets of a Makai city, a young fox demon girl was being chased by several adult demons. She had stolen some money from a demon and now he and his friends were chasing her for revenge. They eventually cornered the kit. "Look what we have, a little kit. She looks like she'd make a good slave," the demon said, touching her cheek. She bit his hand. He screamed and backed off. "You little bitch!" He charged at her and she shut her eyes, sinking to the ground and preparing for an impact, but it never came.

"Picking on a little kit? That's no way for grown demons to act. Didn't your mothers teach you better?" She cracked open her eyes to see a taller demon with white hair, pointy ears, and strange markings standing in between her and the surrounding men.

"If you don't move we'll just take you out too!" another demon yelled. They all leapt at the man.

The kit watched in amazement as he took them all out with ease. The demon turned to look at her and she flinched, thinking he was going to attack. "Hey, come now, no need to be frightened," he said, kneeling in front of her. "I'm not that scary. You're hurting my feelings." She giggled a bit. "There we go... a smile suits you much better. I sense you're strong, why didn't you fight back."

The kit frowned. "I can't in the rain," she explained. "My fire goes out."

"Where's your home?" he asked.

"I don't know," the kit replied, "wherever I can find shelter, I guess."

The demon stood up and motioned for her to also. "Come on, little one. If you would like a warm bed and bath, you are welcome to my home."

That was the first time anyone had shown kindness to Hisaki. It turns out the demon who saved her was King Raizen, big shocker when she reached his home. From that day, he "adopted" her as his own daughter, training her to a deadly accuracy. His friends also helped train her, namely Natsumi and Koku. They all helped the kit hone her hand-to-hand as well as volcanic abilities. Years had passed since then and Hisaki, now about 300, was an upper B-class demon.

"Father, you know I detest parties or anything of the like," Hisaki complained, flopping on her bed.

"It's Mukuro's coronation ball," Raizen said. "We are required to be there. You know I hate it too. If you can tolerate one night, then you can go home."

The vixen sighed, "Alright," she relented. "That's the best I'll get anyways."


"King Raizen, Princess Hisaki, I humbly welcome you to my palace," Mukuro said bowing.

"Please, we are the guests; we should be bowing to you," Raizen said, but neither of them made a move to. Hisaki and Raizen could play the part of the royalty, but both of them preferred to be sparring in a training arena, not out at social gatherings. But as for now, Hisaki was in a fancy kimono with her hair styled and heels. Not her definition of fun.

"Enjoy the opening night festivities," Mukuro said, before they walked in.

"She's strong," Raizen muttered, grinning. "I'd like the chance to fight her."

"I know, even though she's way stronger than me, her energy is enticing," Hisaki agreed. When they arrived in the ballroom, most demons were dancing, some were sitting. Hisaki noticed some male demons eyes fly to her body as she entered, making the kit sigh.

"Cheer up, if anyone tries anything with you, know I'll come to your defense," Raizen muttered. He had to go play diplomat and greet some of the higher ups, leaving Hisaki to fend for herself. Almost immediately, a demon came up, asking her to dance.

Hisaki, forced to be gracious, accepted. After an hour of nonstop dancing with multiple demons, playing the princess, she pretended to be tired and insisted on a break. She sat down in a chair, not too gracefully. "Annoying bastards," she muttered lowly.

"That vocabulary is not too becoming of a princess." The vixen nearly jumped, but contained her surprise. She turned to see a tall fox demon, the most handsome by far she laid eyes on. He had silver hair, matching silver ears and tail, and piercing golden eyes.

"We all slip up on occasion if we're out of practice," Hisaki said, giving a smile. "And you are?"

"You may call me Youko, your highness," he said, kissing the back of her hand.

"Only if you call me Hisaki," she responded. "I'm not really into that 'I'm better than you' thing that all royals excel in."

"Well then, Hisaki, will you do me the honor of sharing this dance?" he asked, extending his arm. She took it and he helped her up. Dancing with grace, they talked about an array of topics. "So you were a…"

"A street rat?" Hisaki supplemented. "Yes. Stealing for a living and barely getting by."

"Surprisingly, I can see you as a thief. You've already managed to steal many hearts tonight."

The vixen blushed at the compliment. "I don't know why they feel that way," she said. "There are plenty of other women here who are more beautiful."

Youko smirked leaning in closer to her ear. "On the contrary, you lit up the room when you entered," he said.

Hisaki stepped on his foot. "I'm not one for cliché pick-up lines," she said, smirking. "You'll have to try much harder if you plan to dance again."

"I'll keep that in mind," Youko replied, not being deterred. Suddenly the mood in the room changed from relaxed to panic.

"Princess!" they heard Hokushin call. Hisaki turned to see him, running towards her, eyes wide. "Get away from him!"

She cocked her head to the side; Hokushin was very protective as a guard, but she never knew him to be making a mad dash at her. Suddenly a thorny stem was placed in front of her neck as an arm coiled around Hisaki's waist. Hokushin stopped running a few feet away.

"Youko Kurama," Hokushin seethed angrily.

"Youko … Kurama…?" Hisaki repeated. It was her turn to be shocked, even she knew of Youko Kurama; Hisaki just never knew what he looked like… until now that is.

"I apologize in advance, princess," Youko muttered in her ear. "I had no intention of using you as a hostage."

"Words loose to actions," Hisaki said, glancing back at him. The look in his eyes shocked her; she could see he was genuinely sorry about all this. The next thing Hisaki knew she was flying through the air out a window, still in the Fox thief's hold.

"Youko!" Hisaki glanced to the side to see a Kumori demon. "I thought we weren't kidnapping anyone."

"The situation became more complicated, Kuronue," Youko replied. "I'll put you down soon enough, Princess."

"Sorry, but I don't follow orders," Hisaki said. Her eyes glowed red as she was engulfed in flames.

"Damn it!" Youko cursed, dropping the vixen to avoid being singed.

Hisaki ripped the bottom of her Kimono so she could move more freely and slipped into a fighting stance. "Even worse, I detest men who think they can use women so freely," she said. Both Kuronue and Youko stood in the clearing, a perplexed look on their faces. They then bursted out laughing, causing her anger to rise.

"You want to fight us?" Youko said in between laughs.

Hisaki's glare became more heated as she summoned a whip of lava that extended from her index and middle fingers, lashing out at them."I'd avoid pissing me off further," she said. "Anger fuels the flames." She shot a massive fireball into the sky to give away their location.

"Damn her," Kuronue said about to lunge at the princess, but Youko extended his arm, stopping the now angered Kumori.

"I'll handle her; go lead the others back to the hideout," Youko said. Kuronue nodded and took off. "I'm sorry, princess, but you've now become a liability to us."

He took a seed out of his hair and a giant man-eating plant wrapped around his arm, its mouth aimed at the princess. The plant shot at her and she managed to dodge, but it followed. Hisaki noticed its saliva was acidic.

"It's no use," Youko said. "My plant's locked on to your energy and won't stop chasing you."

She shot a fire ball backward incinerating one head, but another just replaced it, ramming into her gut and sending her through a tree. Passing out, Hisaki saw a blurry person above her and heard a voice.

"I'd get away from her now, boy, if you wanna keep your limbs."


Okay, so some who read this story before may have noticed the change in title. It used to be When It Rains, but I felt Adore fits Hisaki better. It's a song, that I just found recently, by the band, Paramore. If you haven't heard it and want to hear the inspiration behind this story, look it up on Youtube.

The names of the chapters will either be something within the chapter or a song I feel inspired the chapter. I'm fairly certain all the songs for this story will be inspired by Paramore. But I'll mention the artist/ band at the end on the chapters. So Chapter One, Let the Flames Begin by Paramore.