So to you who don't know, this is the second part of Misfortune! I'm excited to be writing it~ I hope you all enjoy.

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Prologue

She stared in to the clean water, her eyes dark. She has to ask herself, why? Why did it have to be them? She pushed her hair back to show her unusual purple eyes. Her wings were black blobs in the water's reflection. The cold of the water soothed her burning skin, even if it wasn't her own. The fresh water from the stream always made her skin better. It was the only place she liked, since their entrapment.

Purple eyes stared at her. They were her eyes, but also not hers. It was her sister's body, even though they have been sharing it for the last ten years. She sneered. Both of them in one little body, despicable. Yes, whenever she was out, her sister never knew. It was her little secret. She swirled around, the water beading on her skin, then forming a thin layer of armor. She was the one who was going to always be there for her sister… Even if there had to be a few secrets.

It may be her sister's body, but she too could utilize it. Even use her powers. Usually when a demon devours its own kind, both the personality and powers merge with the eater. Yet she still had her beloved water, thanks to her sister. Her fingers touched the marred skin of her shoulder, her lips turning upwards. Her sister deserved so much, she was her lord. But the scars, her lips twisted in disgust. The multiple scars on their body was degrading for them. It was mutilation. No one should have harmed their body like that… Ever. After all, they were of mighty blood!

Luna smacked her hands down into the water. Huge balls of water rose up.

Water was her domain, much unlike her sister. The water floated in the air, filtering the sunlight into little beams.

Two months, today, they were forced here… The balls split into smaller ones, catching the light even more beautifully.

It was all their grandmother's fault… That Pandora had to be separated from her family, her loves. Now they were stuck here! The balls formed needles, deathly to even look at.

She would protect her sister… No matter what it took. "The pins shot at the trees surrounding the area, cutting them all in half.

Chapter One

"Madara…" She rolled over on her bed, her eyes unfocused. "Being here… Is different." She mumbled, finding comfort in the male's presence. Of course he was in his cat form, he rarely ever turned human. The past month in this house was a bit difficult. She had yet to properly leave the room.

The first week was the worst. Since she was safe, she didn't need to worry about her powers or getting attacked, she started to think. That was her downfall. She ended up locking herself up in the room they gave her, much despite her better judgment.

"You're being ridiculous. You know they will not scorn you." The man-cat huffed, his eyes showing just how much he looked down on her. She growled, throwing her pillow at him. He dodged, before sneering at her. "Weakling." That did it. She sat up, her shoulders rigged.

"Today! Today I will leave the room." She stood up, her back firm. It wasn't till her hand was on the nob when she stopped. Not willingly, though.

Madara's arm was wrapped around her waist, with his free hand on top hers. She blushed at the contact. His chest was flush with her back, so she could clearly feel how fir-

'Perverted girl, hm.' Silently, she cursed the fact her twin was so adapt at reading her mind. Kuro couldn't read hers though, so it was rather vexing.

"What if I don't want you to go?" He was now leaning down, his breath warm on her neck. She hissed, her heart beginning to race unwillingly. He only turned human twice since the kissing incident last month, but only to do trivial tasks. The kiss, or his possessiveness, wasn't mentioned after that, so she thought he forgot about it. Apparently not.

"Then… Too bad for you." She let her wings out. They pushed Madara back from her, giving her a chance to slip through the door. She did just that.

It was about a week after she awakened that she learned she could contract her wings. It wasn't easy at all, let her tell you that. But, after much practice, along with her fire training, she managed to do it. It made sleeping on her back so much more enjoyable.

She stared down the hall. It was so long, it made her wonder exactly how big the house was. Back to her wings, they were already out, so it was best to leave them. It took way to much effort to contract them. First she had to meditate, then imagine them going into her skin, then bear with the pain as they merged… When they were contracted, they looked like black runes on her back. They still looked like feathers, but more ancient. It was rather nice, as much as she would hate to admit. After all, she was against tattoos. Tattoos were such a vile act.

"Meow." She looked down just as Madara's cat form rubbed against her leg. His red eyes were daunting, almost threatening.

"Don't give me that loo-" She bumped into something. A wall. A meaty wall?

Kisame.

"Shorty!" Before she knew it she was being crushed in a deathly bear hug. "I missed you kiddo~" She gasped, her air gone. "Opps… I forgot you're still young. Long time no see!" He let her loose. Being as skilled as she was, she fell flat on her butt. Again, not willingly. Madara tripped her as she was landing.

That bastard.

"Lo…Long time..?" She rubbed her ribs. His hugs were more murderous now than when she was human. Perhaps it was because she too was a demon, so he forgot to hold back. But it still hurt. Bad. Was it because she was still young in demon terms? What was demon terms?

She still had so many questions. Locking herself up for a month wasn't exactly her greatest idea. She nearly drove herself mad by thinking.

"Been a whole month, short stuff. That's a long time to wither away in a room!" He smacked her hard on her back, directly between her wings. The force damn near sent her flying.

"Ye…Yeah." She rolled her shoulder blades. Since she was in the room, she managed to neglect her physical training for a while… Perhaps she did get weaker.

That wasn't allowed. Her training would start again tomorrow.

"Stop zoning out on me!" Kisame's large hand was in her hair now, ruffling it around. He was way too energetic, she realized in dismay. She moved over slightly, only to get tripped by Madara again. Unwillingly, which seemed to be happening a lot, she fell into the wall.

"Are you drunk?" Kisame stared at her skeptically. A light blush dusted her cheeks as she righted herself. She was being so ungracefully… Since when did she get so comfortable with people? She used to be so guarded, so chaste. But now, the contact almost seemed natural.

Was… She changing?

Or, did she already change?

The thought brought goose-bumps to her arms. "Hey kiddo, guess what?" Kisame nudged her, bringing her back to reality.

"Hm?" She answered, staring down the hall. It seemed to go on forever and ever. Weren't they walking for a while now? She looked up to Kisame, only to see blank black eyes. Her heart sank. She turned to run, but he caught her easily.

"You're in a dream." His voice was raspy next to her ear. She struggled, but it was impossible to move with his arms wrapped around her. She clawed at his skin, the color of it was grey, dead. "Poor little birdy, trapped." He whispered into her ear, his voice lower and more sinister. A scream built in her throat, but she knew it was useless. Madara was now gone, leaving her alone with Kisame.

Wake up! Wake up!

Nothing happened.

From down the hall approached her worst nightmare.

Kei. Her beloved dead friend. The one she killed.

Black flame consumed the hall as she got closer and closer, eating everything.

'Wake up, Kuro…' Her Sister's voice was so distant; Kei was so close. The blond girl's skin was grey and charred, her eyes red as blood. No… Not this, she whimpered.

"Poor little birdy…" Kei raised her hand to her, as if she was offering it to her. It caught on fire. Black fire. No… She whimpered, not being able to stop it. … She stared in horror as the fire slowly ate the girls arm. There was nothing she could do to stop it, no matter how much she commanded her fire to stop.

"N…No!" She lashed out, but Kisame was a wall. "Don…Don't burn her…" She struggled harder as the flames started to eat up Kei's legs. She had to stop it! But she was helpless. Kei stared at her through the flames, her eyes filling with tears of blood.

"Poor little Kuro…" This voice was none of the people she knew, but deeper and harsher. It was old, much like Madara's voice. It echoed, making her yell out in pain.

Kuro burst awake, her skin covered in sweat.

'I'm sorry… I tried to wake you.' Her twin sounded worried, her voice shaken.

"I… I know…" She rubbed her arms blankly. Her skin felt like it was burning. Perhaps it was her fire trying to ravish her…

"You cannot keep living like this." She looked up. Madara loomed there, his crimson eyes glowing in the dark-ness. The words didn't seem to connect with her. All she understood was the concern in his voice.

It was a daze. She realized blankly. The pain in her shoulder made her flinch. It burned like the day Kei burned her.

"It…. Hurts." Her hand found its way to her marred shoulder. It was there as a reminder of what she did. It weighed heavily on her, always to remind her of what she did to Kei. She tilted her head. Everything was so fuzzy, so numb… Was this her world? Or the dream world? She couldn't tell.

They were both real to her.

"Sad child." Despite her friend's monotone, she could still understand something was wrong in her state of mind. "Sleep." His hand rested on her head. A warm feeling filled her body, making her smile in content. It was so warm, it made her feel filled. It was nothing like the burning fire. Consumed by the warmth, she let her body go.

"Sleep…" She fell limp onto the bed.

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NOTE: If there's any different names, for example, Pandora where Kuro should be, I'm sorry. I must have missed it when converting it from my wattpad format D:

I hope you enjoyed. We can tell you this for sure, this will be a taisty story. MWAHAHAHAHA