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Prologue

The midnight toll was accompanied by the sound of earth shifting as rock and stone was ripped from the earth's crust.

The people of 'Little' Edo, a small village just outside Tokyo where superstitious and old traditions where up held, jumped out of bed and rushed to their windows or doors. Peering out of their homes, people looked towards where the ear piercing noise originated from; an ancient Shrine that sat on a buff at the edge of town.

The villagers looked on in disbelieve at the sight before them. Though the ancient stories told of the powers and demons, none was prepared for the Shrine to be floating in the air. It was incased by a shimmering pink barrier as earth fell from its bottom where it had been ripped from the very ground.

The Shrine remained suspended in the air for several seconds before, with a snap louder then thunder, it blinked from existence.

Of course, the authorities and scientists that came could not explain the phenomenon that happened with the disappearance of the Shrine. So, it was ruled an unexplained natural disaster and though the villagers never argued they knew differently. They had all felt the massive energy that night that had reinforced their beliefs in their village's history and old beliefs.

8 Years Later

It was the 8 year anniversary of the unexplained disappearance of the ancient Shrine in Edo and the town's people gathered at where the foot of the steps once laid. Old yellow tape coupled with a fearful respect kept the people from venturing onto (what they still considered) holy ground.

Wrist watches beeped loudly as midnight hour fell upon the gathered people. As minutes slowly ticked by without any unusual occurrence, the crowd slowly began to disperse until only two remained.

Finally 12:30am hit and one of the remaining people spoke, her voice seemed to echo ominously in the still air. "Honey, I don't think anything is going to happen. Maybe we should leave?"

The second figure, a man by his tone replied; "I want to wait a little longer, it couldn't hurt. Besides, my sister couldn't be on time to save her life…" he gave sad chuckle as memories of his lost sister played in his mind.

In the darkness, the woman frowned but said nothing. She knew that her husband's sister had disappeared around the same time the Shrine had vanished but he never spoke of her.

He had been raised in Edo; she knew and respected his desire to pay tribute to the vanished Shrine. Never though, had he spoken of his sister as if she were tied to the Shrine. It made her curious but she knew better then to ask. Her husband never gave her any straight answers when it concerned his lost sibling.

So she bit her tongue on the questions that swam in her head before nodding in understanding. She would wait, if only for a chance to find some sort of answers to her questions.

1:08am

The man ran a tired hand over his face before looking as his wife. She was snuggled into his side and her jacket was wrapped tightly around her as she shivered slightly. "Maybe you're right… It doesn't look like-"

He was cut off as a blinding light filled the air followed by a deafening snapping sound.

Instinctively, the man grabbed his wife and pulled her down against the base of a tree as the wind howled threatening to rip them away. He covered her small body with his, pinning her solidly against the roots as his fingers gripped the bark.

Suddenly the wind stopped and the light faded. A minute later, the pair opened their eyes panting with fear.

Immediately they noticed the archway that had not been there previously. On the other side of the archway, a staircase led up the buff before disappearing into a veil of unearthly, softly glowing white mist.

Over the sounds of their panting, they heard the sharp clip of boots on stone that caused the pair to hold their breath.

It seemed like minutes passed before two silhouettes could be seen descending out of the mist. By the time they paused before crossing the archway, the glow of the mist casted a soft light on the unearthly humanoid beings.

The first figure, a man stopped a step up from the archway. In the soft, unearthly glow of the mist, his pale skin was a sharp contrast against his dark colored clothing. His clothing was simple; dark boots, dark loose pants that bellowed slightly from being tucked into his boots. Three ivory colored belt wrapped around his waist. A simple Katana was held at his side by the belts.

His tank top was dark and loose, hiding the well-defined muscle is his chest. His shoulders were strong and for his shorter height, broad and straight. The muscle that sculpted his arms spoke of power.

His face was surprisingly void of emotion though his unearthly, blood-colored eyes seemed to glow with a cold and old wisdom. On his forehead, a thin line could be seen from underneath his dark bangs that lead to wildly spikey hair that stood like living flames on his head.

His companion, obviously female from her curved body, stopped a couple steps behind him. The steps gave the illusion that she was taller then him, but that wasn't case. She was dressed in must the same manner as the male except her shirt. Unlike his tank top, her shirt was cut low, showing a hint of cleavage and her sleeves were long that hugged her upper arms before bellowing around her hands.

Her long hair fell passed her shoulders and brushed against the top of the butt. Her face was hard but her full lips had a gentle upturn that was musing and kind. Her eyes, a deep azure blue sparkled with a natural happiness that was contagious.

Hidden by the shadow of the tree, the onlookers watched the newcomers with a fearful wondered. The newcomers had a grace about them that was memorizing beautiful and unearthly as they silently eyed the area before them.

Finally the female spoke. "Will it let us pass?" Her voice was smooth and musical even as uncertainty colored her tone.

Her companion said nothing as he hesitantly reached his hand out. As his hand passed under the archway he pulled back quickly so he could examine it. After a second a dark but delighted smirk formed on his lips before he glance up at the female.

She smiled in return, though unlike his, hers was bright and seemed to radiate her joy as she moved to stand next him. Grasping his hand, they glanced towards the archway before simultaneously stepping off the last and passed the archway.

They paused and the female glanced over her shoulder once before looking at her silent companion. Her smile was blinding before she pounced into her companion's arms and cover his lips with her own.

He easily caught her in his arms as he deepened the kiss. He shared her joy for a moment before slowly breaking away and setting her on her own feet.

She spun around happily, laughing before she turned back to her companion. "We're back!" She practically sang before her face scrunched with disgust. "But I don't remember it smell so…"

"It's pollution," her dark companion finally spoke. His voice was smooth and deep yet held a dark and rumbling, almost a growl, undertone to it. "It'll get worst the closer we come to the city."

She nodded her understanding. "I understand why you always avoid the city. The smell is making my eyes water."

His only response was a grunt before he took a graceful step forward. "Come," he command before they both disappeared. They left nothing but a gust of wind in their wake.

The couple behind the tree gasped for air, just now realizing they had been holding their breaths the entire time.

The woman had a confused expression that bordered on fear but as she looked at her husband she frowned. A wide smile split his face as he stare at the place the two people had been.

"Souta…?"

Souta looked down at his wife before helping her to her feet. Carefully he led her back to the street. "Hitomi, I want to tell you a story. I'm not going to ask you to believe me, only to hear me out."

Hitomi nodded. She doubted she'd be able to not believe any story her husband told her after what she'd just witnessed.

He smiled warmly at his woman, draping his arm around her shoulders and drawing her into his side before he started, "When I was 11 years old, my old cat Buyo was hiding in our old well on the shrine I was raised on. I asked my sister for help…"

Explaining everything from his point of view, he led them home.