Job hunting. Fun. The never endless strings of rejection, denial, and eventually settling down with misery. Fine, but whatever the case, I am NOT working at McDonalds.

Ok, so maybe I should have worn something a tad more professional … Whatever.

Faith was the emblem of everything NOT to hire. From her shaggy, neon orange hair, to her rainbow necklace and her "Fuck you" attire, she wasn't exactly gung ho with the 'fitting in' aspect of society. What most did not know, however, was her secret. Faith, despite her dry sarcasm and seemingly hard-ass attitude, actually helped people. She had premonitions, visions, if you will. And lately, her visions were all kinds of fucked up, even for her.

A tall man with streaming white hair and a white kimono decorated with pink sakuras. Two swords, specially crafted for him hung loosely at his waist. Strange markings claimed his narrow features, and who could forget those piercing gold eyes? In the visions, he was always accompanied by two beings, one, a little girl who's innocent banter could drive a therapist to insanity. Ok, granted, she was cute, but still. And the second being an odd frog looking creature with the voice pitched solely for the desire of aggravation. Another was of a man clad in what her time would call 'Gothic Attire'. Long, black hair hung carelessly down his back. Pale, porcelain skin which was accentuated by his intimidating red eyes. 'Definitely hot.' Flashes of the past streamed before her: A man lying in a cave wrapped like a mummy in bandages. A woman dressed as a priestess aiding him. Alone, he silently confessed his feelings. Demons! Hordes of demons attacked him as he obediently laid there. Flash. The mysterious pale figure stood at the cliff edge, plotting his discreet murder of the woman that aided him. Flash. A man with long white hair and puppy ears kissing the woman that was with the mummy. Flash. Attack. Flash, the man was pinned to a tree by an arrow. Flash. The woman's last request for something to be burned with her body. Flash. The dog boy was awakened by a little school girl. Flash. They met a monk with a black hole embodied in his hand. Flash. A tiny fox demon? Flash. A woman with what appeared to be a giant boomerang fighting alongside her brother. Flash. All dead. Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash.

Enough!

"Damn. More of those visions." Faith said, while crouching down on the pavement outside of a local bookstore. Some of the people that passed her cast her worried glances, but her glare quickly sent them on their way. I'm going to go home, wash up, and see if sensei can help me figure all of this crap out. Faith was an Empath in training. She had the premonitions, she had the spells, now all she needed to do was to learn how to channel other people's feelings as if she cared. She could do it, it's the caring part that took a lot of work. I guess the job hunting will have to wait another day. Darn. She thought sarcastically.

"Yo." Was all she said entering her Sensei's home. She slipped off her shoes and made her way over to the corner of the room where he is was meditating. He didn't open his eyes. Sadly, he was already used to her barging in whenever, and making herself at home. He didn't really mind, it would just be nice to have a "Hello, Sensei! How wonderful it is to see you and your glorious self today! I need your help oh great one, please lend me your guidance!" every once in a while in a cute little school girl uniform, pigtails and the cutest smile in the world, giggling merrily …. "Wake up, you freak!" Faith hit him on the head, knocking him out of his daydreams.

Nope. Same old Faith He sighed sadly. "Good evening, Faith. Did you need something?"

"Ok, so you remember those visions I told you about?"

"The visions of the demons?"

"Yeah, sure. Those." Why does he assume they are demons? Presumptuous bastard …

"Of course, what about them?"

"Where ever these visions are coming from, I need to get there. They are driving me nuts and completely interfering with my life."

"But, did you not say they were of the past? Surely you do not want to go back? What good could it possibly do? What is done, is done."

"Ok, I'm going to say this as politely as possible. I don't give a damn about your opinion, and I sure as hell didn't ask for your permission," Hey, that rhymed "I want to know how, when and how soon I can get there. Don't make me kick your ass."

Got him!

"No, no, no! That's quite alright, really. No need of violence!" He said hurriedly. She had quite the temper. Wasn't the Sensei supposed to control the pupil, Not the other way around?

"Good, now help me."

"Sit here, I will make you some tea, and by tomorrow you will be god knows where doing god knows what with god knows who."

"Yeah, got it. God knows. So I'm going to the past?"

"Against better judgment, Looks like it."

"Yay me!" She said dryly.

"Yay you …" he repeated, equally unenthusiastic.