Prologue

Kyoto, Japan - December 14 - 10 years ago

Tsukiyomi Hikako creaked open the huge brown oak wood door only slightly, resting her golden colored eyes upon her love, pride and joy. Her one and only son; Tsukiyomi Yoru, who was far off in his own little dream realm. He looked of five years old, snuggling into his fluffy pillow. She let a slight smile rise into her face.

She usually woke him by humming a lullaby while running her fingers through his wild and seemingly untamed hair, which was the color of black, but shown a dazzling sheen of blue. He parted his lips, a surprise to Hikako, and mumbled some words. "Love you lots, Mamma...we'll always be together...not matter...what...I'll always protect you..." was his sweet statements. But, it only made a long sadden glimpse shoot through her facial expression.

Hikako stole one last look of her child, and left closing the door behind her. Her face hanging towards the ground...out of pure sadness, and guilt. She raised her head high and fingered the diamond encrusted key shaped necklace that hung around her quite slinder neck.

She held her hand near her chest, her curly brown hair rubbed against her cheeks, as the they fell to the sides of her face. "Yoru..." she choked off a sob, but she quickly sucked it up and started down the 'endless' climb of stairs. As Hikako finally makes it to the bass of the staircase, a chuckle chimed in the air and into to her ears.

"Hikako...it's been a while." smiled a male with dark navy blue colored hair, which was hiding his eyes behind his long and wild bangs.

"S-Seiji..." Hikako breathed.

"Don't act like this is your first time seeing me..."

"I would never forget your face." she spat.

"There's some good news. At least, you're thinking about me." he paused. "So, where's Yoru?"

"I don't see how that's any of your concern."

"Aw...now don't be like that. After all, he is my son."

"His life is better here!"

"Oh, is it? Hikako, you know you can't protect him forever. People will eventually figure him out. He's not like them...nor will he ever be. You have to except the fact that it's my blood as well as yours, running through his veins. He's human, yet a powerful inhuman being living amongst you. Just like m-"

"Yoru's nothing like you! He has a heart, feelings, he cares for others. What kind of man would you be, if you just took him away from all of this?"

"His father." Seiji stated sternly.

"You're a monster! Animal. You're a demon sent straight from Hell!"

"Compliments will get you nowhere." Hikako gripped her hands into two pairs of fists.

Now awake, Yoru was shivering in fright, he wrapped his small arms around his knees, lowering his head until he was a tightly wound ball. He squinted his eyes shut tight, trying to chase this nightmare away.

At first, all he could her was his own breathing. His heart. Pounding at full capacity. Then he heard glass breaking, then her...his mother. The nearly inhuman screams of a woman being tortured. His eyes automatically shot open, and he jumped out of bed to see what was going on.

He sat on the stairs, staring through the open stair railings. His eyes shot open wide in shock and horror. The small living room was drenched in blood, spatter on every wall. And there she was. His mother.

What was left of her.

He gulped and in fear for his own life, he fled outside of the homes' back doorway. No hope of ever returning back to what he use to call home. A long trail of tears fell and flew in the light chilled breeze that passed him. He wasn't really going anywhere in particular, he just had to get away from there. No matter where he went or was headed to, he was relieved to be nowhere near his mother's now known grave site. Her death place.

The blue head, tripped over a pile of snow, and fell face first into the freezing white mass of frozen water. Not bothering to get up, he layed there...freezing until morning's light, shined on him. Saying a new day was about to begin. But...it only meant a day of dread and living nightmares for the poor child. He gripped the neck of his shirt, trying his best to keep the tears inside of him...but alas...he couldn't. He cried enough for both him and his beloved mother.

Every since that day, Yoru regretted opening his eyes. Because after a time, it was the only way he could last recall her...except in his nightmares...