Theft and Chivalry

Prologue

The young knight stood unsteadily as he kept watch outside of the gates of Konoha, Town of Spring and Serenity. He had just been promoted from trainee to knight and he was quite proud of the fact but there was only one thing that disturbed him… well that was an understatement. This 'one' thing had actually struck him overly nervous and fidgety, which was rather odd for a lad that was calm and poised. He held his spear firmly to his chest as he tried to stop his busy thoughts from getting the best of him. But what, do you ask, is the cause of this lad's unexplained edginess? Why, tis due to the stories of the 'demon' that has been seen in this well renowned village.

He had been told by his fellow knights that the 'demon' was a bloodthirsty monstrosity in human form. They had claimed that the 'demon' had been a fallen angel at a first glance with milky skin, and flaming red hair so bright, it could rival the sun. Not only that but it had eyes the color of tropical aquamarine enveloped in dark ebony lids. Yes, the 'demon' had beauty crafted from pure temptation and sin for this 'demon' was known for it's unmerciful acts of theft and murder. It was a murderous fiend with little respect and even smaller compassion. They had even gone as far as to say that the 'demon' could easily shred him to pieces and clean up his remains without anyone being the wiser. At first, he hadn't taken the stories seriously but when he heard confirmation from other knights and officials, he starting getting restless. It got worst when he found out that he had the night shift… all alone…

He gulp, shaking his head as he held his hand tightly together, trying to distract himself from bloody murder and torture. He brushes a small sweat from his tan face and re adjusted the elastic that help his dark hair in a ponytail. His chocolate eyes stared up at the full moon in the starry sky. Taking a shaky breath and releasing it calmly, he gave out a soft nervous chuckle, "Heh, what a beautiful moon tonight. I hope there will be another one tomorrow night. I wonder if Kakashi-kun will be available tomorrow night—."

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

The lad felt a cold sensation run up his spine at hear the grave voice from behind him. The air seem to drop a few degrees. Dare he turn around?

"Wouldn't it be nice," The dark voice continued, "To curl up in a lover's arms? To breathe in there comforting scent and remain lost in their embrace for even the shortest of a time? Ah…What a pleasure for most human beings but never for such a soul as I."

The knight did not know what to do. Although he was a knight, he didn't even have the courage to face an unidentified threat? He was ashamed of himself but, at the same time, he wanted to abandon his code of chivalry long enough to escape, far away from any type of harm. He gulped again, mentally slapping himself for even thinking such a thing. He would be strong and maintain is badge of courage, even if it were just for a little while.

The voice chuckled as warm breath brushed the back of his neck, causing him to stiffen, "Are you thinking of running away? Running away into you're lover's arms? Isn't that in violation of the knight's code of honor? Hmph, how predictable…"

Before the lad even had a chance to respond, a sharp pain stuck him in the back of his head, slowly taking away his sense and slowly pulling him into darkness. His knees met the ground, though he couldn't remember when, and yet he was still falling.

The voice, still cold and sharp with icy discord, continued once again, "You're lucky I spared you, knight, for if you had put up a fight, you would have been dead within the second…"

A musically haunting laugh was heard, somewhat distant to the fallen soldier, "... don't quit your day job Sir Knight."

And with that, the intruder disappear, easily entering through the now unguarded gates as the tanned skinned soldier's vision faded completely to black…