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The darkness permeated the smallest crevice. Someone could commit murder ten feet from another person,
and the latter would never know. A youthful Kurama looked up towards the sky, watching the stars.
Judging by their position, she was late. It really figured, she never was early. But with how important this
mission was, she could at least be close to on time.
Really, it was his fault they had this job. Had he not needed the assistance of the Great Cat Demon, he
wouldn't be doing this. But he had wanted that amulet so very much. Not only was it strikingly beautiful,
with its' polished moonstone surface, but also held much power. It could grant its' owner unnatural speed
and strength on the night of the harvest moon.
He heard the breaking of small twigs, and turned his head. The figure he was waiting for had arrived. It
was clothed in a simple, hooded poncho made of coarse cloth.
Yoko Kurama bowed, his long silver hair draping itself over his shoulders. The figure nodded at him, red
eyes glowing.
"It is time. Come with me." The old witch woman's voice was rougher than rocks. Kurama obliged.
The Great Cat Demon sat in her tree, her usually revealed figure now draped in a black cloak. Long,
illustrious hair swung in the wind. Against the moon Kurama saw the outline of her ears, blacker than hell.
"Ah...Yoko child. Thank you for being here."
Kurama nodded. "What is it that you need m'lady?"
He heard a great sigh, like the sighing of a thousand winds. "I am dying, child. I need you to take care of
my reincarnate."
Kurama was taking aback by this bluntness. "Oh...And where shall she be?"
"You will find her. Do you promise?" Her breathing was shallow and she was starting to glow. The
younger boy stared as she began to glow and eventually burst into green flames.
Saying a silent prayer for her soul, Kurama turned around, having witnessed the death of a Jingenkai Lord.
"I promise."
Four hundred years later...
An older Kurama stalked around the darkness of the city, thankful for his cover of darkness. It was exactly
on a night like this that he made his promise. Yet, in all this time, he hadn't found the reincarnation.
Well, right now, he had a different mission. A jewel of magnificent power was being held in a great
stronghold, in the middle of the city. It was in his sites now, a monument to safety in the middle of a scum-
ridden Makai city.
Continuing on, he noticed another figure running swiftly across the grounds, towards the building.
Curiosity overtaking his sense of caution, he followed the cloaked being. It pressed itself up against every
corner it ran into, checking for people. Its' long, dark cloak billowed out behind it as it ran.
Finally, both perpetrators were at the door. Kurama held his breath as his unknown companion hid from
the guards. When both youkai guards turned around, the other jumped behind them and efficiently killed them.
Odd.
He had seen no flash of a knife. He guessed it was claws that had killed them.
He ran into the door, a good fifty feet from the person. He had to stop himself from making a sound as they
stopped suddenly. Holding his breath, he watched as the person looked right and left...
They swung around suddenly and spotted her stalker. Gasping, the Yoko put his hands up. The person
walked slowly towards him, hands bared.
"How long have you been following me?" The person, now obviously woman by the voice, asked him in a
hushed tone. Her voice was rather silken, like velvet running over someone's hand.
"Since the business district."
Glaring, she raised a clawed hand towards his throat. "And may I ask why you were following me?"
Kurama raised a thin, crimson eyebrow. He realized he didn't look much like a threat in his human
reincarnate. "I came for...my own purposes. The same purpose which is probably yours."
The lady slightly nodded. Causing the hood to fall forward more. "Thief, are you?"
He shifted his weight to the right, grinning lopsidedly. "I prefer 'collector'."
She sighed. It was musical, almost. But tired, oh so very tired. Putting both hands to her hood, he pulled it back.
The realization struck Kurama like a thunderbolt.
Maybe this is the one!
Hair as black as midnight hung like a silky curtain around a pale face. Thick, arched eyebrows were
furrowed in apprehension. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and were the same gold as amber.
Kurama could tell someone's soul by their eyes, and her eyes were hard, cruel, and scrutinizing. Black cat
ears, like those of a normal house cat, were perched on top of her head.
"You look at me like you know me." She had noticed the way he looked at her.
He shook his head. "Uh-It's-"
She circled to around him, a hand again at his throat. "Maybe you saw one of my seven sisters before. Do you perhaps grace citizen harems? For I am the only female in my family who is not a whore."
The cat demon leaned closer to his ear. "I have taken quite a shine to you, collector. Usually, I would have
killed you by now. I have a proposition for you."
The youko looked his right, towards her. "I do not take propositions."
The woman stepped back. "Hmm... Well, I suppose I should kill you now then, if you don't wish to hear it."
Kurama took the opening she had given him to turn around. "And what, pray tell, would that be?"
She sighed and bared a claw, inspecting it. "We find the jewel, working together. Then we fight to the
death to see who gets it. Or," She grinned and looked at him. "We become partners from now on."
The youko stepped back." I will help you find it, if I can take it for my own purposes."
Clucking her tongue, she shook her head. "You see, there you go disagreeing with me again! It's very
hazardous to your health when you do that... Do you want to be my partner or not? It's as simple as that, my
dear. Say yes, I let you live for the time being. Say no, and I will just have to run my hands through that
beautiful red hair of yours after I kill you."
Considering his options, Kurama sighed and turned on his heel towards the door. "I will not be made to make such foolish decisions. Get the jewel yourself, if you'd like it that much." He began to walk out, but
the girl dashed in front of him. "Um...Okay... I'll tell you the truth... Your help would make things much easier..."
"Oh?"
She nodded. "It's my youngest sisters' birthday...She is turning 900. I want to get her this jewel in hopes
that...Well, that's my business."
She cast her eyes to the side, and for a moment Kurama saw her defenses fall. Her sister meant that much?
"Well, alright then," He conceded. "I'll help you. I don't need more jewels anyway."
The cat looked at him with a brief look of happiness, but then she hardened again. "Let's go then!"
Both made a dash for the central hallway, where Kurama spotted the case that held the onyx stone. On the
floor was an odd, white power. Kurama took it for dust.
More guards met them there, whom the cat girl made quick business with. With several swipes of her
claws, she dispatched of them in a bloody rage. Her partner raised his eyebrows as she began to clean claws
and wipe them on her head. In mid lick, she looked up at Kurama and noticed the look. She coughed and
put her hand down. "I hate being dirty... Would you like to do the honors?"
Eyebrows still raised, Kurama removed the glass case. "Almost too easy," he muttered as he grabbed the
jewel and threw it to the youkai. She caught it, and made the thumbs-up sign.
As they began to make their way out, the spouts inside of the building began pouring down water. The girl
hissed and raised her cloak over her head.
"Shit! Water! I HATE water!" But Kurama was looking at the ground, at the white powder. Wherever water touched the powder, small
pops followed. While pondering this, the building shook as an explosion in the corner erupted. He then
knew what it was.
"Run! Powdered magnesium!"
Before he could start running, his counterpart grabbed him around the waist. "Hold on tight." She gave his
waist a little extra squeeze before dashing off at speeds only attainable by youkai.
Kurama gaped as they ran past several different explosions, just missing one of them. When Kurama's legs
started dragging, the black-haired woman threw him onto her back. She jumped through the building
entrance just as the building came tumbling down.
But she didn't stop there. She kept running towards the deep, black woods. The youko watched the
buildings speed by, watching them grow more and more sparse. Finally, she plunged into the wood.
After coming into a clearing, she kneeled to allow him to get off her back. As he put one foot on the
ground and swung his leg over, he heard a purring sound coming from the girl.
"Uhh..?" He raised an eyebrow. She stood grinning.
"What?"
"Are you that happy we got the jewel? Is that why you were purring?"
She shook her head. "I was thinking to myself. Anyway let's get going."
Authors Notes: Kuni: Woot! First half of prologue done! Review and then read the second half to see what happens! Anika: -_- One would think one would have to read the second half to see what happens.
Anika: If we did, we would be richer. MUCH richer...
The darkness permeated the smallest crevice. Someone could commit murder ten feet from another person,
and the latter would never know. A youthful Kurama looked up towards the sky, watching the stars.
Judging by their position, she was late. It really figured, she never was early. But with how important this
mission was, she could at least be close to on time.
Really, it was his fault they had this job. Had he not needed the assistance of the Great Cat Demon, he
wouldn't be doing this. But he had wanted that amulet so very much. Not only was it strikingly beautiful,
with its' polished moonstone surface, but also held much power. It could grant its' owner unnatural speed
and strength on the night of the harvest moon.
He heard the breaking of small twigs, and turned his head. The figure he was waiting for had arrived. It
was clothed in a simple, hooded poncho made of coarse cloth.
Yoko Kurama bowed, his long silver hair draping itself over his shoulders. The figure nodded at him, red
eyes glowing.
"It is time. Come with me." The old witch woman's voice was rougher than rocks. Kurama obliged.
The Great Cat Demon sat in her tree, her usually revealed figure now draped in a black cloak. Long,
illustrious hair swung in the wind. Against the moon Kurama saw the outline of her ears, blacker than hell.
"Ah...Yoko child. Thank you for being here."
Kurama nodded. "What is it that you need m'lady?"
He heard a great sigh, like the sighing of a thousand winds. "I am dying, child. I need you to take care of
my reincarnate."
Kurama was taking aback by this bluntness. "Oh...And where shall she be?"
"You will find her. Do you promise?" Her breathing was shallow and she was starting to glow. The
younger boy stared as she began to glow and eventually burst into green flames.
Saying a silent prayer for her soul, Kurama turned around, having witnessed the death of a Jingenkai Lord.
"I promise."
Four hundred years later...
An older Kurama stalked around the darkness of the city, thankful for his cover of darkness. It was exactly
on a night like this that he made his promise. Yet, in all this time, he hadn't found the reincarnation.
Well, right now, he had a different mission. A jewel of magnificent power was being held in a great
stronghold, in the middle of the city. It was in his sites now, a monument to safety in the middle of a scum-
ridden Makai city.
Continuing on, he noticed another figure running swiftly across the grounds, towards the building.
Curiosity overtaking his sense of caution, he followed the cloaked being. It pressed itself up against every
corner it ran into, checking for people. Its' long, dark cloak billowed out behind it as it ran.
Finally, both perpetrators were at the door. Kurama held his breath as his unknown companion hid from
the guards. When both youkai guards turned around, the other jumped behind them and efficiently killed them.
Odd.
He had seen no flash of a knife. He guessed it was claws that had killed them.
He ran into the door, a good fifty feet from the person. He had to stop himself from making a sound as they
stopped suddenly. Holding his breath, he watched as the person looked right and left...
They swung around suddenly and spotted her stalker. Gasping, the Yoko put his hands up. The person
walked slowly towards him, hands bared.
"How long have you been following me?" The person, now obviously woman by the voice, asked him in a
hushed tone. Her voice was rather silken, like velvet running over someone's hand.
"Since the business district."
Glaring, she raised a clawed hand towards his throat. "And may I ask why you were following me?"
Kurama raised a thin, crimson eyebrow. He realized he didn't look much like a threat in his human
reincarnate. "I came for...my own purposes. The same purpose which is probably yours."
The lady slightly nodded. Causing the hood to fall forward more. "Thief, are you?"
He shifted his weight to the right, grinning lopsidedly. "I prefer 'collector'."
She sighed. It was musical, almost. But tired, oh so very tired. Putting both hands to her hood, he pulled it back.
The realization struck Kurama like a thunderbolt.
Maybe this is the one!
Hair as black as midnight hung like a silky curtain around a pale face. Thick, arched eyebrows were
furrowed in apprehension. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and were the same gold as amber.
Kurama could tell someone's soul by their eyes, and her eyes were hard, cruel, and scrutinizing. Black cat
ears, like those of a normal house cat, were perched on top of her head.
"You look at me like you know me." She had noticed the way he looked at her.
He shook his head. "Uh-It's-"
She circled to around him, a hand again at his throat. "Maybe you saw one of my seven sisters before. Do you perhaps grace citizen harems? For I am the only female in my family who is not a whore."
The cat demon leaned closer to his ear. "I have taken quite a shine to you, collector. Usually, I would have
killed you by now. I have a proposition for you."
The youko looked his right, towards her. "I do not take propositions."
The woman stepped back. "Hmm... Well, I suppose I should kill you now then, if you don't wish to hear it."
Kurama took the opening she had given him to turn around. "And what, pray tell, would that be?"
She sighed and bared a claw, inspecting it. "We find the jewel, working together. Then we fight to the
death to see who gets it. Or," She grinned and looked at him. "We become partners from now on."
The youko stepped back." I will help you find it, if I can take it for my own purposes."
Clucking her tongue, she shook her head. "You see, there you go disagreeing with me again! It's very
hazardous to your health when you do that... Do you want to be my partner or not? It's as simple as that, my
dear. Say yes, I let you live for the time being. Say no, and I will just have to run my hands through that
beautiful red hair of yours after I kill you."
Considering his options, Kurama sighed and turned on his heel towards the door. "I will not be made to make such foolish decisions. Get the jewel yourself, if you'd like it that much." He began to walk out, but
the girl dashed in front of him. "Um...Okay... I'll tell you the truth... Your help would make things much easier..."
"Oh?"
She nodded. "It's my youngest sisters' birthday...She is turning 900. I want to get her this jewel in hopes
that...Well, that's my business."
She cast her eyes to the side, and for a moment Kurama saw her defenses fall. Her sister meant that much?
"Well, alright then," He conceded. "I'll help you. I don't need more jewels anyway."
The cat looked at him with a brief look of happiness, but then she hardened again. "Let's go then!"
Both made a dash for the central hallway, where Kurama spotted the case that held the onyx stone. On the
floor was an odd, white power. Kurama took it for dust.
More guards met them there, whom the cat girl made quick business with. With several swipes of her
claws, she dispatched of them in a bloody rage. Her partner raised his eyebrows as she began to clean claws
and wipe them on her head. In mid lick, she looked up at Kurama and noticed the look. She coughed and
put her hand down. "I hate being dirty... Would you like to do the honors?"
Eyebrows still raised, Kurama removed the glass case. "Almost too easy," he muttered as he grabbed the
jewel and threw it to the youkai. She caught it, and made the thumbs-up sign.
As they began to make their way out, the spouts inside of the building began pouring down water. The girl
hissed and raised her cloak over her head.
"Shit! Water! I HATE water!" But Kurama was looking at the ground, at the white powder. Wherever water touched the powder, small
pops followed. While pondering this, the building shook as an explosion in the corner erupted. He then
knew what it was.
"Run! Powdered magnesium!"
Before he could start running, his counterpart grabbed him around the waist. "Hold on tight." She gave his
waist a little extra squeeze before dashing off at speeds only attainable by youkai.
Kurama gaped as they ran past several different explosions, just missing one of them. When Kurama's legs
started dragging, the black-haired woman threw him onto her back. She jumped through the building
entrance just as the building came tumbling down.
But she didn't stop there. She kept running towards the deep, black woods. The youko watched the
buildings speed by, watching them grow more and more sparse. Finally, she plunged into the wood.
After coming into a clearing, she kneeled to allow him to get off her back. As he put one foot on the
ground and swung his leg over, he heard a purring sound coming from the girl.
"Uhh..?" He raised an eyebrow. She stood grinning.
"What?"
"Are you that happy we got the jewel? Is that why you were purring?"
She shook her head. "I was thinking to myself. Anyway let's get going."
Authors Notes: Kuni: Woot! First half of prologue done! Review and then read the second half to see what happens! Anika: -_- One would think one would have to read the second half to see what happens.