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Note: This work was finished… probably a little over a year ago. If you wish to be critical over my writings, you are welcome to it, but it still stands that my writing has more than significantly improved since the completion of this tale. I hope that you will read my other works, as well! (I write mostly Naruto, but some IY+Anima, and many others. Enjoy!)

Rainbow Fading

Kyuubi Tenshi

Chapter1- Rainy Day

"Hey Mom, I'm here!" yelled Max, the lush carpeting in the room softening his voice. Walking over to the curtains and drawing them aside, he gazed out at the sun filtering through the clouds above his new home in the U.S. New York City, New York. It was much larger than the town he had lived in back in Japan for the last three years.

After the World Championships, he had decided to move to New York with his mom and stay there until he finished High School, and then he would go to college in Japan with Tyson, Kenny and Hilary. Last he'd heard Rei was planning on doing the same. Kai hadn't said, but he was a year older than everyone else in the group and was much more removed from them to top it off. Max didn't really expect to see him there, but there was always hope. Daichi'd basically been adopted into the Kinomiya family, and was staying at Tyson's until further notice, but he was two years younger than Kenny, which makes him three years younger than everybody else, so they didn't know if he was going to college at all.

Everyone's a whole year older now. Kai is 18. Tyson, Rei, Hilary and I are all 17. The Chief is 16, and Daichi's 14. I'm probably not going to see the others for another six months. I'm sure glad the Bladebreakers patched everything up after the Championships. Even Kai told us why he left.

Each of us wanted to see if we could make it on our own. If we had remembered what the Saint Shields had taught us about our bitbeasts we wouldn't have broken up to begin with. They are the sacred four: the Blue Dragon of Wood, the Red Pheonix of Fire, the White Tiger of Gold, and the Black Turtle of Water. We should have remembered! But, then again, this probably would have happened sooner or later.

In the Finals that first year, Rei and Tyson tied and Rei threw in the towel just 'cause Tyson beat him and he didn't think anybody could. Kai wanted a rematch because it was practically pure luck that gave Tyson the win. I had promised to meet Ty in the finals, but I broke the promise because Kai beat me and moved on instead. Yeah, I guess it was just bound to happen.

A noise in the background jolted him out of his thoughts. That, and a smell that was so wonderful it could have only been food. The noise had been the closing of the oven door.

Max ran to the kitchen to investigate. There at the counter, a teen about his age was putting freshly baked, gooey chocolate chip cookies onto a platter. She had long brown hair and fair skin, and was wearing some of the brightest clothes he had ever seen! She wore her hair in ponytail like Mariah's, only the ribbon was brightly tie-dyed and the ends were super long, halfway down her calves and her hair at her thighs! Her shirt was a half-sleeve tank top with the same dye job; her pants were white cargos, with the same tie-dye look on all the pockets. Even her SHOES were tie-dyed (A/N: tie-dyed combat boots. MAN I HAVE A TWISTED MIND!)!

She was singing a quiet and deathly-sounding harmony under her breath, and when he caught the words, it was something like this:

Your eyes are the stuff of Nightmare horses,

Of indigo hues of death.

You're all-consuming passion-fire

Burning in my depths.

Indigo flame, amethyst silk, all this and

Violet Satin.

The girl seemed to be unaware of him. She kept on singing the song as though no one was around. Then she turned and saw him standing behind her. Her face was covered with shock! She nearly dropped the platter of cookies in surprise. Max's shock was just as great. She had markings on her face just like Kai's, only they were rainbow! Her eyes were also deep shades of wolf gray and amethyst mixed together. Man, this girl must be obsessed with color! thought Max, his eyes searching hers.

She didn't even think to speak to him; she just bowed courteously and put the cookies on the counter before turning to go into the living room. The silence was complete as he followed her back into the den. Silently she curled up on the window seat, her head resting on her knees and arms hanging loosely around her legs.

The door opened and a voice was heard. It was Max's mom, Ms. Judy Mizuhara. She was calling out in a language that Max couldn't understand.

"Hey Mom! We're in here!"

"Welcome home Maxie! Emily's with me if you want to go talk to her." At this point, she turned to the strange teenager behind him and began speaking in that odd language again.

Walking into the living room, he greeted Emily with his typical "Hey! How ya' doin'?" before bombarding her with questions relating to the brightly colored teen.

"Who was that girl that I saw? Do you know? What language is my mom speaking? How did that girl get here? Why is she here in the first place? And why does she wear markings on her face just like Kai's?" he asked in one breath, before Emily cut him off.

"Slow down, for heaven sakes! I can't answer all your questions at once! All right. The girl's name is Rainbeaux Jewel, Rainy for short. Your mom is speaking Russian. Ms. Judy adopted Rainy from an orphanage in Russia. And lastly, we were hoping Kai could tell us why himself. He should be here in about an hour," she finished, ticking the list off on her fingers.

"Kai's coming HERE?! Are you kidding?! We didn't know where Kai had gone and we're his own teammates! How'd you find him?!"

Max was hysterical, to put it lightly. His mom had adopted him a sister and hadn't told him. This sister didn't even speak the same language as him. This sister had a connection with his lone wolf of a former team captain. She was unusual to the tenth power squared. Max could think of at least a dozen more reasons not to like her, and that was just off the top of his head. Wait, only speak Russian? But…

Walking in on their fast-paced Russian conversation he said, "Mom, I think she understands English."


AN: Besides "The Siren," this is one of my earliest fics. The first two fics I ever started writing (called "Sheba Nights" and "Karui to Yami") were never completed, nor posted. Then after those, I began "The Siren," and about two months later, this story. And don't worry; the writing style gradually improves. (smiles nervously) I'm just reposting it for folks' reading pleasure.

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