Chapter 1: Warrior of shadow and snow

Out in the middle of an old battle field on the outer edges of Makai, a battle had insured, an army verses two lone demon warriors. One of them looked barely fifteen, while the other looked older but looks never really mattered when it came to age. Nor did it matter to them if they had to kill the whole demon population to find the Stone of Azure. Nothing mattered to the teenage warrior now, his pupil-less eyes of pale blue scanned the scene, for a battle field it was clean, this oaken staff had taken the corpses and souls all away. Now to get the staff, and Suki.

He pulled his staff out of the ground where he had stricken a demon that dared try to take him on while Suki was "dead". There was a shuffling sound and the teen saw the head of his beloved friend Suki or as most of us know him as…Suzaku. Suzaku sat up and pulled the sword from his gut.

"THIS is the LAST time I'll ever fight another damn demon army for you. Got it Raytora?" Suzaku glared down at the open wound upon his chest. Raytora rolled his eyes and shook his snow white head of hair.

He knelt down in front of his friend, "You're lying Suki, and you've said that for the past ten times…" He smiled as he paused, "Besides we have yet to find that stone." He bit his lip, as he gnawed his mind for the right words.

Suzaku sighed as he flopped back down, "Let me guess…we have to move again. I really do hate this. Every time we do move some idiot has to find us and we have to move again. Where to now, Ray-Ray?"

Raytora looked at the ground rubbing his right forearm lightly and repeatedly, "I told you not to call me that...it reminds me of her."

Suzaku sat up and held out his hand, "I forgot, okay? Now let me see your arm." He pointed at the arm Raytora was rubbing.

Raytora looked at Suzaku and held his arm lightly, "It hurts, Suki. I don't want you to touch it." He blushed slightly, "I-I don't want you to feel it too."

Suzaku smiled, "Like it's gonna hurt any worse than when I battled that boy. Come on let me see your arm." His voice was calm and soothing so Raytora gave in and rolled up the sleeve on his midnight blue cloak. A blue dragon tattoo was moving around his arm and digging at an open wound he had received, its claws pulling the tender flesh back together. Suzaku tapped its head lightly and it slithered back under the sleeve out of his reach. "It was stitching your wound. I imagine that you are feeling the pain of that not its anger." Suzaku explained as he rolled the sleeve back down.

Raytora rubbed his forearm again as he spoke in his normal soft voice, "I think we might have to hide in plain sight of that toddler..."

Suzaku grunted, "Whatever you say. I am your bodyguard after all."

"Suki, you make it sound like you're a slave. I let go of the binding curse two months ago. You said you wanted to stay with me for your own reasons." Raytora leaned on his staff smiling.

Suzaku glared at him, "You're a pain some times..."

Raytora laughed as he tapped his staff on the ground lightly. Teleporting was always a simply spell.