Disclaimer: I don't own Kamichama Karin just the words on the page

Disclaimer: I don't own Kamichama Karin just the words on the page.

Warnings/Notes: Obvious AU, I love this idea and I love KxK! Rating may go up due to graphic violence in future chapters. OOC! My geography is not right in anyway, please do not quote me on my history, thanks. Italics are thoughts.

Alone.

Jade eyes looked down over the water underneath the bridge on which she stood. Across the water, in the direction to which her back was turned, was a cemetery. Two graves stood very close to one another under a bare Japanese maple tree, snow covered the branches and dusted the ground. The water was flowing slower now and she could see patches where it was frozen by the riverbank. She shivered violently, it was cold and her fingers were growing numb.

Hanazono Karin had been an orphan at birth, who after spending the first three years of her life in a foster care system, was taken in her aunt. Tears slipped down her face one by one, she tried to force them away, wishing she could feel herself drying them on her numb hands. She stood in a very short dress which had short sleeves as well, she was slightly dirty, but didn't look nearly as bad as some of the others on the streets.

A gunshot sounded nearby. Karin jumped and bit her lip so as not to cry out in a frightened panic. Now was a time of war, and she reflected tearfully on how much she hated to face this and the weapon that had ended her dear aunt's life. Pausing only a second longer, the barefoot girl turned and took off across the bridge, tearing down the streets with no idea where she was going. Her panting grew heavy and she left bloodied footprints behind her on the dirt path now covered completely by snow. The thin girl had no problem coping with hunger, with cold, she had always been poor, in fact her aunt would've never accepted the responsibility of caring for her had the condition in the orphanage been any better. Tears still fell from her eyes as she asked herself why the world had to be this way, why those who were one in the same were pitted against one another.

She closed her eyes to try and clear her vision, the shouting of soldiers and the cries of children fueled her tired legs to keep pumping, the harshly cold air burning against them as they grew red as a result. She felt a presence behind her, people running furiously, as fast as their legs would carry them, just like her. She felt frightened by this, threatened without really knowing why, the cold was quickly getting to her and her mind was in a fog. Moments later she let out a scream without knowing why. She couldn't understand why they were all running…and then a dreadful sound filled her ears.

The sound of horses' feet beating evenly, rhythmically, quickly against the dirt, followed by what was the only sound worse than that of a horse in a village where everyone walked and was too poor to afford transportation…gun shots. She screamed again, how she hated guns! They were loud, they were merciless weapons…they were…they were close….

"They're filthy swine from the south! Kill them, kill them all!" She heard a man shouting, the screaming got louder, shriller, and she joined in the chorus. She was dizzy and cold, it was getting dark out and she hadn't the strength to go on.

She rounded the corner and ran into the nearest house she could find, darting immediately down into the cellar, which, in times like these, was the only part of the place not falling apart. It was just as cold down here as outside, and the place was bare and stripped of food but she didn't care, she only needed it to hide.

She could hear the firing of guns all around her and she clasped her hands over her ears with her last bit of strength. She trembled violently, wishing they'd go away, wishing this was all a dream. She heard yelling surrounding her yet again and curled up into the corner, hugging her knees to her chest and laying her head on them. Soon the shouting died down and the cries of children stopped, she didn't want to know what that meant…she sobbed through her hands, which moved to her mouth to muffle the noise, at the thought of what horrible fate could have befallen those poor, innocent people. And then it came to her, the only question she could bring herself to ask as footsteps above her grew nearer as did the voices which belonged to them, what have these people done? What have I done to be so selfishly hated?

Soon she heard the doors swing open and felt a cold gust of air rush past her, chilling her to the bone. She watched and listened as the people she did not know poured an unknown substance with a wretched scent down into where she sat. Thinking it may have been some type of poisonous gas, she jumped to her feet.

A strange voice called to her, "Come out now or we'll burn you alive!" It was savage and she was afraid to face such sadistic people but she had no choice, any death was better then being burned alive, feeling the flesh melt off your bones.

"I'm coming." She felt faint and her voice was barely audible but she knew they had heard her for as she climbed up she heard them move out of the way.

Bare feet once again made contact with frozen ground. "Traitor!" Someone shouted as she was struck firmly across the face, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. She didn't understand, who had she betrayed? For a moment her eyes rolled back into her head as she struggled to stay conscious and she heard many people surrounding her laugh.

"Finish her!" Some shouted in an authoritative manor.

"No!" A man who stood directly in front of her shouted back, spraying her with cold spit in the process as she watched his wispy breath come in puffs of smoke and disappear. "That'd be no fun." He concluded and a few people nodded and stepped closer to her though she flinched away. "This one has to suffer." They all said in unison. Had she had the strength to move she'd have screamed and begged for their mercy.

"Move you pathetic brutes!" She heard a cold, savage voice snarl out into the roars of laughter. A man which looked fairly kindhearted stood in front of her. She wondered if such a voice really belonged to such an unfitting face. She opened her mouth to speak but he would not allow it, "Silence!" He spat and the hiss of a lash was heard as it sailed through the air and made contact with the pale skin of her face, earning a weak and pained shriek in response. She watched him smirk, her eyes round, teary and horrified. She was wrong, he was no different from the others.

"Master Kujyou!" The men all exclaimed in unison, bowing to the man whom had pulled the whip out from under the dark confines of his long sleeved navy over shirt.

"Did I give you permission to speak?!" He growled and at this they fell silent. Soon though, his gaze was fixed back on her, directly on her. "The girl." He said now looking her in the eyes, "Is coming with me." She stood frozen, wishing to look away but not doing so for fear of being whipped again. Cerulean dominated her and she gazed into pools of what she'd have without knowing him assumed was compassion. "Don't you hear well!" He barked in tones so fierce they caused her to jump.

With his free hand he now quickly pulled something from his pocket, which had also been concealed by his over shirt.

She screamed with all she had left as metal pressed to her forehead in a hand which did not tremble. He, like the man who had before killed her beloved aunt and stray pet, had no problem with killing her.

She was kicked along outside and shoved roughly into a carriage, before she lost consciousness she looked back at the men who were mounting their horses and mouthed, "Where are you taking me?" But as the curtain over the carriage closed in the back her question was answered by the harsh voice which seemed so wrongly placed.

As the man next to her put his whip away she fell where she stood and the world faded to black whilst he muttered, "You're coming with me…."