:: Prologue ::
Kill her.
Raiha looked around frantically. He was in a vast open plain. The sky was a sheet of pure darkness, only lighting up brilliantly by the occasional bolts of lightning. The wind howled deafeningly around him, its icy touch biting into his skin.
Kill her.
He looked this way and that. Where am I? There was no other person here besides him. And what is that voice?
Kill her.
He heard it again. A deep, rumbling voice. A voice like thunder. He shuddered… he knew that voice… yet he could not remember who it belonged to.
Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her…
His hand went down to his sword hilt hesitantly. The voice echoed on its eerie chant. Kill who? Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him and he quickly whirled around to see who it was. A shadowy figure stood before him. He could not discern the features but… the figure was oddly familiar too.
Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.
The figure jumped at him, its right hand holding something long and sharp which flashed silver. Instinctively, Raiha drew his sword to parry the blow. To his amazement, the figure stopped abruptly in mid-jump, causing his sword to slide into soft flesh. He felt something warm gushing onto his hands and the coppery smell of blood. A bolt of lightning flashed through the sky, illuminating everything in blinding white radiance.
Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. KILL HER!
Fuuko stared back at him, her eyes widened in pain and shock. Blood trickled down the side of her mouth. His sword was still embedded in her stomach. Blood was gushing out of the wound, staining her clothes, the ground… his hands. Her blood. Fuuko's blood. Raiha let go of the hilt in horror. He could see the life draining out off her eyes. She reached out weakly towards him.
"Raiha… ", she choked out.
Then, her arm dropped limply and she collapsed into his arms.
"No… no… Fuuko… FUUKO!!!"
Around him, insane laughter sounded on and on and on…
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Raiha jolted awake, his heart hammering wildly. He ran his hand through his sweaty brown hair, breathing heavily. A dream… all a dream… No, a nightmare. Fuuko was alive, he did not kill her. He was in his bedroom, not some open plain. He stole a glance at the unsheathed katana just by his beside. It winked dangerously in the cold moonlight.
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A/N: Ok, that's the end of the first part. There's more to come but please review and let me know what you think, ok? Well… even if there isn't much of a story to review!! ^_^ Thanks!!