A/N: Here is the sequel to 'Hate to admit that I love humas' for kiralover44

A/N: Here is the sequel to 'Hate to admit that I love humas' for kiralover44. Thanks for the reviews.

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Prologue

His feet hurt, his side ached from a bullet wound, and his head spinned with dizziness from blood loss. In his right hand, he held small wooden box with a symbol on it. By the looks of it you could tell it must have been important. The box looked new and shined with wood polish.

The man stopped for a few seconds to catch his breath and to stop the blood flow, but began running again when the distinct noise of hooves beating against the ground. He wouldn't -couldn't- let them have it. Who knows what the bastard may do with it.

"Can't… let… them… have… it." The man wheezed out upon entering a clearing. He looked around to see a young boy with white hair and black roots and red eyes carving away on a chunk of wood. The boy looked no older than 15 and was a beautiful sight to see.

His lean muscles flexed every time he hacked off a chunk of wood, his concentrated on his work, lower lip caught between his teeth. He had black jaguar ears and tail, which was very rare to have; he was wearing nothing except baggy shorts that reached his knees, and jaguar tattoo on his back.

The man staggered over to him and fell at the boy's feet when he reached him. "Whoa! Hey man are you alright!" The boy asked while checking him over. The man stopped him and gave him the small box.

"Take this. You're a humanoid so I trust you. Don't let anyone have it, especially a human." The man gave one last wheeze before he stopped breathing completely.

"Whoa! Hey man, are you still with me?" The boy started to shake the man gently by the shoulders. The man didn't response. "Oh man. What the hell just happen?" His head suddenly jerked up when he heard horse hooves off in the distance.

He quickly got up and hid in the trees just in time when a man on a horse came into the clearing. The man had blond hair that reached his shoulders and had cruel blue eyes. He wore armor and a red cape flowed behind him.

He got off his horse and went towards the man, kicking the corpse head. "You finally dead old man? Pity, I was having so much fun too." He took his sword and cut off the man's head. "Your head will make be nice along with my collection."

The man wrapped the head in cloth and bent over the headless corpse, checking him. "Damn, it seems I'm too late. No matter I'll find that necklace whatever it takes." The scoffed before getting on his horse and ridding off.

The boy hiding in the trees was shocked at the scene that took place before him. Whatever that was in his box must really be important. Carefully, he opened the box to reveal a plain necklace with some weird orange stone on it.

"Why would anyone be this desperate for something like this?" The cat muttered to himself. But when he took it out and put it on, he suddenly felt unknown power surge through him. It felt like he could do anything.

"Ok, now I know." He then looked down at the headless corps and whispered, "alright old man. I'll take good care of it. I promise." He bounded off back towards his home to tell his family about it. And to get some answers from great grandma Katherine.

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There's the prologue. Hoped you enjoyed it. And who is this mysterious boy?