Ok, this takes place in an 'alternate universe' kind of place. Not following the exact story line of Uraboku, but doesn't stray too far from the original story line. Same characters, same places, blahblahblah. Hope you enjoy :)

~NaMa6

Latter 1

Tsukumo and Toko Murasame were two of a kind. Literally. As Zweilt Guardians, they had abilities most could only dream of. As siblings, they were inseparable. They were almost never seen apart, and always stuck to each other's sides. Therefore, it wasn't a surprise to see them together on this windy November day in Tokyo, walking aimlessly around after school, just enjoying each other's company.

It was after school, and Yuki had already headed back to the Twilight Mansion with Zess (though, now they found out that his name was actually Luka) and the two were left to their own, wondering what the rest of the afternoon would be like.

The Duras had been unusually quiet lately, and they were allowed some time to relax. Well, at least for the moment.

"Neh, Tsukumo?" Toko asked, looking at her bright-eyed companion, who was currently munching on Pocky.

"Hmm?" was his reply.

"Do you think that the Duras are plotting something? That that is why they're so quiet? Because they're plotting something so grand that we possibly couldn't rival it in power, and we'll all be crushed by the sheer terror that will ensue and-!"

"Toko!" Tsukumo interrupted. "Calm down."

Toko sighed, and tucked her hair behind her ear as she said, "Alright… But do you think that's what's going on?"

"I think… they're waiting for… something."

"Something?" Toko inquired.

"Something," Tsukumo nodded.

"What kind of 'something'?"

"I don't know… But I have a sneaking suspicion it's something pretty big. Something that could change the course of this time's war. Maybe a person, or an event, or… Ah, I don't know…"

Toko mulled this over in her mind. Was it possible? It most certainly could be. Waiting for the right time when Luka and Yuki and the other Zweilt's are shocked into vulnerability because of some event? It definitely sounded just like something the Duras would do.

"It definitely sounds probable," Toko said. "The Duras would like us to be vulnerable so that they could get to Yuki-chan. Of course, we would still fight, but probably get seriously injured or even killed."

Tsukumo nodded in agreement and stopped walking under a tree. He savored the gentle sweetness of the treat in his mouth, as it rolled over his tongue and down his throat. Then, something hit him.

Help…

He dropped the Pocky package and stood bolt straight.

"Tsukumo?" Toko cried, startled at her brother's behavior.

Help me..!

"Toko… I know what they're waiting for…" he said slowly, eyes wide and fearful.

"Eh? Why?"

Help me!

"Kami no… Hāto!"*

'Kami no Hāto' POV

"Have a nice night, girly. Maybe that'll teach ya not to step offa yer own side of town," the scraggly haired, yellow toothed, husky voiced man said, spitting down at the figure below him.

That figure was me.

Lying on my side, legs pulled to my chest, head pulled down to my knees, shaking and shivering, I lay, bones and muscles aching. I had taken beatings all my life from neighborhood thugs, but none were like this.

Help…

I coughed heavily into my hand, but when I pulled it back, I wasn't happy with what I saw. Blood. Crimson and splattered, just like the blood that had stained the walls of the alley around me.

"Dude, I think you might've nearly killed her," the nervous voice of one of his cronies said, his footsteps slowly backing away from me.

"Let's get out of here!" the first man said, running away, his cronies following closely behind.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Run away…"

Help me…

I tried sitting up, but it hurt too much. I licked my teeth, tasted iron, and groaned. Wiping my mouth with the side of my hand, I winced, and looked at my hand again, blood slipping from the side of my hand, down my wrist, forearm, elbow, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake.

Help me…!

I laughed. I laughed loudly. I laughed heartily. I laughed maniacally. I laughed until I hurt. Well, hurt even more. I laughed until I cried. But I would never admit that to anyone else I know. Or knew.

Why did I laugh?

Who knew?

I didn't even know. But I laughed.

I rolled onto my back, arms wrapped around my stomach, violet fleece of my sweater, tickling my skin as it rubbed up and down, with my raising stomach. That was when my vision started blurring.

I'm going to die…, I thought, shaking my head.

And my world went black.

*God's… Heart! (I thought it would give more depth if it was in Japanese OTL)

Thank you very much for reading this! I am so in need of reviews. I'm running on low. So, if you would review, I would so be happy and joyful!

And remember… The story doesn't say 'complete'… So there must be more, no? *winkwinknudgenudge*