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She was a dragon. She was flying, free, without a care. She flew with the wind blowing at her silver and black hair, and the clouds welcomed her with their fluffy texture and happy gestures.

She was flying over her homeland, or China as they called it. The people, humans, living there were as tiny as ants from up where she was. But the problem that came with humans from her homeland was that they could see her.

Not that it mattered, but a problem nevertheless.

But she made a fatal mistake that day, she forgot about it.

She swooped upward letting her body move after her, then down to a lake's surface and glide over it.

She didn't notice the helicopter and the humans in army suits waiting for her to land. Finally she did over a cliff with a magnificent view. The clouds, a bad sign, momentarily covered the sun but it was gone unnoticed.

Out of nowhere the dragon heard the voices of the military and the sound of arms. But it was too late for escape. The bullets caught her neatly in her face and she opened her mouth to roar. Then a small but quick human quickly pulled out a small green ball and pulled something out of it. Then he threw it into her mouth.

It exploded.

She let out a high-pitched screech and threw herself at the little man. He dodged, and she fell. And then they threw a weave of rope over her. They had successfully caught her. She withered in the weave but only managed to tangle herself within it more. Then when all hope was lost, she stopped and gave up. The humans chattered in their language, some even insulting her.

This was too much, she was only a young dragon, and what were they going to do?

A man came up to her. The man was bald with thick glasses, thinning white hair and a white lab coat. He talked speedily and waved paper in her face. The crowd, now quiet, began to whisper a chant.

"So fat, so lazy, so ugly,"

She tensed, not knowing whether it was good or bad. They got louder and louder.

"So bad at things, so weird, so sad,"

She closed her eyes willing the chant to go away, but they only got louder until they were screaming at her.

"So stupid! So angry! So selfish!"

That seemed to do it. A little part of her began to chant along with the crowd, then the part gained more control, and grew louder and louder.

She moaned, screeched, and slashed around trying to make them stop, but it didn't.

All of a sudden, music was heard. It was a quiet, whistling sound that she made at the moment. The crowd went silent, and stared at her, then the sky.

The sun came out of the clouds at that moment, and a flash of light blinded her kidnappers for a minute. But that was all she needed.

She shot towards the sky, ripping the weave in the process. A few were quick enough to catch her and grabbed her tail, but with a simple flick of it, she got rid of them, and she was free.

Now she headed towards the west, towards America. A place like no other as they said. A few of her precious scales were lost and her hair was ragged, but it was a small price to pay for freedom. Her body almost swam after her head, and she was flying again.

She thought she heard the music calling her name again. Rain Luck. But it wasn't the music, it was another dragon.

Ice Ring they called him or Hyourinmaru. A beautiful dragon covered with ice with two ice wings. He was basically a western version of her, and her biggest rival.

What are you doing? He hissed.

What's it look like? I'm leaving. She says emphasizing I'm.

You can't leave he demands you have a duty to fulfill!

I am never going to be part of one of those soft-skinned humans ever.

Even if you do not want to, the gods created you as one of us. You cannot escape this duty.

Damn him! He always knew how to win an argument.

Who am I 'partnered' with? She asked.

One of Zangetsu's wielder's little sister. He answers.

One of them, she thinks, meaning there is more than one.

They go in a circle in the air for a while before heading east, towards Japan now. Going at there speed they got there in about an hour. They circled about the she-dragon's destination.

The black haired one. He hissed once more before disappearing to his own wielder.

She dives into the small clinic and finds the room where the girls were kept. She nearly filled the entire room, surprised that the room doesn't break. Another was in that room, a boy, eight years old maybe, and Zangetsu. He looks up just long enough to make eye contact before looking at the boy again.

Looks like he already claimed him, she thought.

Then she turned her attention to the girls. One had brown hair, and that sweet look on her face, sleeping and smiling at the same time. She looked like she was going to be sweet and gentle. Basically she not the dragon at all. The other however had a scowl on her face, with messy black hair, and both radiating reiatsu and spunk.

The black-haired one.

The dragon entered her soul. It was a warm almost like a summer day. The heat was a nice change from the cold winds for the dragon.

And she decided to rest. Later on in life the girl will summon her, and she will help the girl in whatever troubles. She will be with her and when the girl dies, she will also be given death.

But that was later. Right now, she rested, like all the other zanpakuto when they aren't needed.

And then she heard music.


I don't know if you can tell, but this was a pre-typed story to an assignment that i spaced out and added things to. shame on me... Anyways, my thanksgiving sucked. my dragon pic sucked for project. and do you think i should do a full length story or more one-shots? :)

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