This is the reposted prologue because Tallulah, Grammar Songstress very kindly agreed to read over my chapters and inform me of what needed to be changed, THANK YOU! I hope you all think thisprologue is better than the first one cause I think it is!

Thank you to my reviewers! I'll post in a later chapter so you can read what I want to say to you!

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Prologue

Outside a recently burned building, a whole family lay slaughtered their bodies grotesquely mutilated almost beyond recognition. Only one remained alive, a young girl of about eight. She was hidden beneath an old dilapidated car her black hair pooling around her. Slowly she opened her deep dark eyes before she began to cough violently, bringing up phlegm and blood, causing her frame spasm in a dance of agony. After recovering from her attack, she wearily crawled out from under the car, blood oozing from multiple scraps and cuts. Then lifting her head she cried out at the sight that lay before her; all of her family dead at her feet, with the only place she had ever called home burnt to the ground.

"Mommy!" she hoarsely called, stumbling over to the first corpse. "Mommy! Wake up!" Grabbing her mother's arm, she shook her as hard as she could, trying to revive her. "Why won't you get up? Mommy! Daddy! Where are you Daddy! Make Mommy get up!" The little girl crawled over to her father and recoiled at his misshapen figure that she barely recognized falling backwards onto another one of her family. "Grandpa!" She spun around to find her elderly grandfather in the same condition as her parents; his sightless black eyes so similar to hers were staring straight ahead, never again to laugh at her. Grief was starting to set in, and she covered her mouth with her hands as tears filled her eyes, clouding her vision as they threatened to spill over.

"Chiyo!" She searched until she found her idolized big sister lying in a pool of her own blood her glassy blue eyes widened in pain and fear, their youngest brother clutched in her arms. "Why did they do this neesan? Why?" She turned away, half hoping that if she did that it wouldn't be true, and Chiyo would ask her to take Goro from her because he was getting heavy; but instead she spotted her elder brother and sister. "Kami! Manzo!" Reaching out she touched the face of her dark haired brother, quickly withdrawing when she felt no warmth in his pale skin.

Then the dam broke, and a torrent of tears streamed down her elfin face, streaking through the dirt and grime that coated it, splashing down onto the hands fisted in her skirt. Her small body was wracked with sobs as she let go of her skirt to instead grip at her arms in some semblance of a hug, crying out hoarsely for her parents, anyone.

Deep within her, something stirred and awoke, surrounding her with warmth and light, taking away the pain and the sorrow. It sunk into every pore of her being and soothed her as it took over, an age-old protection mechanism she had inherited from her grandmother's side of the family. As the sun set, she lifted her face to the sky, her eyes seeming to glow with an unearthly light, and she vowed within her heart that she would get the people who had done this, no matter what. Staggering to her feet she stumbled away from her past into a bleak looking future.

Five Years Later

Running. Running. Her bare feet slapped against the sidewalk. Clutching the stolen food tucked under her shirt, she skidded around a corner; adrenaline and panic keeping her from noticing the layer or tow of skin she lost in the process. Breathing hard, she tripped over an uneven chunk of cement and slammed hard onto the ground, but almost immediately she was scrambling back up to her feet and off again. Going around another corner, she crashed into someone, and fell backwards onto the ground, knocking the wind out of her tiny frame.

"What the hell?" The young male crouched down next to her and grabbed her by the front of her shirt, hauling her up so as either to land a blow or give a threat, but her pursuers rounded the corner, grabbing his attention.

"There she is!" the leader who was the shopkeeper, bellowed charging toward them. The girl started to struggle to get free with what little strength she still possessed. "Don't let her go! She's a dirty thief!"

"Takeo, hold her." The guy handed the black haired waif off to his buddy, and turned to the little group in front of him. "Don't you have anything better to do with your time than chase a half dead child around the streets for a piece of bread she's stolen?" he demanded taking a step closer to them, danger lighting up his eyes. "Now fuck off."

The shopkeeper opened his mouth to say something, but one of his followers grabbed him by the sleeve and hissed something to him. The man's eyes narrowed in anger before he spun on his heel and stomped away, grumbling under his breath about damn gangs and how they always got in his way. When the man was out of sight the gang turned their attention to the thief.

"What's your name?" the one holding her, Takeo, asked, letting go of her and allowing her to have some space. She tightened her grip on whatever she had stolen and looked around, her pitch black eyes taking in everything around her as she silently tallied up how many gang members there were.

"Maybe she's stupid?" another one speculated, and her head snapped to the side to find the speaker.

"I don't think so," the one who had saved her said. "My name is Yuki, what is yours?"

"Why do you want to know?" She questioned, her eyes darting around, suspiciously looking at the others as if she expected them to jump her at any moment.

"So we can take you to your parents," Yuki said gently.

"I'm not a child so don't treat me like one," she snapped. "My parents are dead and it will be over my dead body that I return to that orphanage." Her eyes flared at him as she squared her shoulders, preparing for a fight.

"How old are you?" Takeo demanded.

"They estimate me to be about thirteen years old," she revealed reluctantly, still searching for a way out.

"Don't you have a thirteen year old sister, Raiden?" Yuki turned to the blond guy to his left.

"Yeah, Uta why?" Raiden questioned.

"Do you think she would like a friend?"

BOOM! I am done with the prologue! Who is sooooo cool? Thanks Tallulah!