Author's Notes

This is a collaboration story between me, and another writer, Neko Shiyami. To view her character's view of the story, go to my profile and look at my "Favorite Authors" for Neko Shiyami, or my favorite stories for "GLS: The Black Cat." Be sure to rate and review!

"spoken dialogue" 'Thoughts'


Chapter 1: The Beginning

He felt the fire rising up out of his mouth before he actually saw it. Brilliant silver flames licked around his snout, but he didn't feel any pain. All he could think about was that... freak. He had long, black, greasy hair, and skin that looked too pale to be human. But perhaps the most striking feature of this freak was his eyes. He had horrible green-yellow irises with sick slits for pupils. They reminded him a too much of a snake. His opponent, this... freak... had to move quickly to avoid being burned to a crisp. He watched the freak slither through a door and leave the room. Enraged, he broke the wall that the door was on. When he came through the wall, he found himself inside a giant room, with walls, floor, and ceiling made out of mirrors. That's when he saw his reflection... the long red snout with the burning red eyes and black slits. The long, sharp, black horns perfect for impaling enemies. "Is that... me?"

"Akako? Akako, you okay?" "ennnnhhh..." I groaned. "So you ARE still alive?" "Yeah, Akiko, I'm okay, just had... a bad dream..." I woke my eyes and looked at my little sister. She had bright red hair... every Himura did... to go along with fiery red eyes. "Are you okay, big brother? What was the dream about?" she said. "Yeah, I'm fine... and nothing important, just a bad dream, don't worry. Now you go downstairs and go see Mom. You need breakfast; it must almost be time for the Academy." "Okay!" She said again as she walked out of the room, curly pigtails bouncing. 'Man, what the hell was with that dream? It didn't make any sense... was I a... a dragon?'I shook my head, in an attempt to clear the thoughts from my mind. 'It doesn't matter. It was just a dream. Now it's back to reality.' "Oh good, you're up." I looked up to see my older brother standing in the doorway. "Good. I wouldn't want you to be late to see Kabuto, and be a further disgrace to the Himura family. I hear he has a mission for you." I stared at my older brother. "Why are you being so pleasant this morning? A little jealous that I'm getting an assignment and you're not, Akachi?" "Not on your life, runt." He said as he kept moving past my door and down the stairs. 'Man, I hate that guy...' Akachi had red, spiky hair, sorta like I did. Only his was darker red, the color of blood, and his was much shorter. His red eyes also seemed to lack the same light that was in me and my little sister's eyes. 'Ugh... guess there's no escaping it; better just face the new day with a stone face.' I changed into my usual "day" clothes. Blue pants and a white T-shirt with black sandals. I looked in the mirror as I put on my red and white striped sweat-shirt, dark blue jeans, and my black bandana. I looked at the music note on the forehead protector after I had put it on. "Man... I can't believe no other village thought to use music and sound as a weapon before..." I shrugged as I made my way out of my room and shut the door behind me. 'It's only because other village thought of their own ways of attacking.' I heard my parents talking in the dining room when I went downstairs. I decided to talk to them before I left. With them, they probably didn't even care. "Oh... Hi Akako." "Good morning mother." "I hear you were summoned to see Kabuto. I believe he has a mission for you." "Akachi told me, father." I looked at them quickly. Mother, with her long red hair, and my father, with his spiky hair. 'Guess we know where that comes from.' As I pictured Akachi's and my hair. Only Father's were longer than Akachi's, and shorter than mine. They both seemed to have the same eyes... like flames, almost like Akiko and mines, but theirs seemed to be much weaker flames, almost being snuffed out. I sighed, mentally. 'Almost everyone in the village has eyes like my brother. A few like my parent's. But no others like mine... except for my little sister.' "Well, you better be leaving soon. Wouldn't want you to be late to see our leader's personal assistant." "Yes, Father. I'll be leaving now." I sighed again as I went out the door. Everywhere outside the house seemed like hostile territory. Must be because I was different from the others. I shrugged. It didn't matter that I was different. I could care less about the opinion of the people of my village. There wasn't ever going to be any changing them. I started walking towards the large building in my village, where you always went if you had a mission.