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Somebody Help Me

The rain thundered down.

Shadows drew up, whispers spreading erratically. The town was silent accept for a set of fast paced footsteps and those dark, horrific whispers.

A vision haunted, confusing his mind as he continued to rush through that silent town. He wanted to wake up. It wasn't even a nightmare. The daylight saw to that. Each image, each corner, store, building, whisper and shadow burned deeply into his mind.

He wanted healing.

He wanted freeing.

He was slipping away.

He had no where to turn. There was nothing now. Only that blinding light that set in a new confusion as it did not go with or create the darkness where the whispers came from. The rain continued to pour, another confliction.

Blood fell in a line down his face as his ruined eye remained clamped shut to prevent any further blindness - if he only had the use of one eye; he needed to be able to use it.

His sword dangled from a limp and blooded arm, his legs were coated in tears and gashes, his torso much the same. But this particular battle was far from over. He needed to report his information back to the base.

Back to his Captain.

Back to Kurogane.

Movement to his left – his blind side – which he only noticed due to his intense training, forced him to push forwards in a burst or extra speed, only for him to stumble before he continued to run. The shadows had finished waiting, and now they wanted to swallow him. To eat him.

The demons of this world were like that.

Only a small handful of clans were willing to risk themselves by treading in the daylight to fight. The Light allowed the demons to roam freely, and they only left when the darkness came in the Sun's place.

The human's time was passing.

The time of the demons was coming.

And there were only the warding circles that could prevent the total wipe-out of the once dominant race.

Dashing forth once more, he continued to run. His whole troop had been killed, and he himself had barely made it out of there alive. Sticking to the darkness had given them only a small amount of safety – the demons were bolder in the day, and more likely to brave the shadows that were not quite full darkness.

And right now, they were hiding in the only place he could use for safety.

He needed to get back.

Now.

Skidding as he swung around the corner of the familiar 'Co-Op Estates' building, he let out a yell as he almost ran headlong into a seven-foot demon of the earth variety. Falling to the ground, his only remaining eye darted to search for possible escape points. Other demons – flying, earth and water elements – had noticed the stilled presence of the human boy.

His harsh breathing was setting an excitement through the growing crowd, and he knew that he had to move fast, and with a power that he currently didn't possess. Gritting his teeth, he shakily brought himself to his knees, hefting his weight onto his better leg, before slowly standing.

The demons were closing in on him now, and he had little choice but to ram head first into one of them in order to stand a chance of getting away. And it wouldn't be unscathed.

Steeling himself, he gulped, braced his teeth and ran with all his strength slamming his left, useless shoulder into the great hulk of the demon – presumably it's chest or torso area. Pushing into the slam, he managed to topple the ugly thing over, and gave a small shout as he was thrown over the things shoulder and landed on his back, taking the breath from him.

Aching all over, he scrambled onto his front, gasping as his shoulder gave a strange tearing noise, and a hiss of pain escaped him as the full extent of damage that that stunt had just done to him started to settle.

Picking himself up, he turned realising that he had been flung a small distance in the direction of the clan building wards. In the direction of safety.

His breath coming more harsher than before, sending the feeling of his lungs being torn from him through his throat, he stumbled along hoping that the small confusion would be enough of a head start for him to be seen by the patrols before the demon horde caught up.

Glancing over his shoulder once, he instantly regretted it, as he saw that the small head start he had just been given at a great cost, was quickly being rectified.

Why do I always look back? He asked himself as he continued to drag himself in the stark sunlight, and towards the protective circles that had just come into view. It wasn't much further, but the demons were fast, and in his current state it was unlikely that he would get much further.

Pushing himself with each step, he continued to walk forwards determined not to look back again, that would probably sap the last of his strength from him, and most likely the last part of his sanity.

Grasping his sword, and slightly leaning on it, he could hear the approaching demons stomping and screeching as they closed in on him. They were too close, and hope had started to slip away.

He had almost give up when an arm grabbed him, and yanked him forwards, over a shoulder and he was abruptly turned so that his body was curved over the shoulder and he was facing the demons that were literally within reaching distance.

This didn't, however, last a moment as he then found himself to be swaying limply, the demons seeming to be getting further and further away, as the shoulder under him jostled and jarred his already bruised ribs.

Then he saw the ward tracings below and in front/behind him.

The next few minutes were a blur as he had somehow gone into the shelter of darkness – eye steadily adjusting as he was rushed through a number of rooms before he fell into the true safety of darkness as his consciousness left him completely.

The last thing he could recall was the comfort of a hand on his forehead, just over his damaged eye, and soft sheets.

~Being Haunted by a Whisper~

"Was there anyone else?"

"No, just the Vice-Captain, Your Majesty."

"Alright. I'll inform the Captain upon his return. Until then, do what you can for him, and please try to be as informative as possible on your report, I won't be able to stem the Captain's anger if it isn't complete - or ready for that matter. Just.. do what you can. And, thank you," the female voice was commanding, if not gentle and quite young.

Princess Tomoyo was a young woman of the Royal Daidouji Clan line, and as the youngest sister, she held the position of the main front for the people. Her powers of sight and telepathy were a great use into the goings on of the world, and it was only with her help and command that the Daidouji Clan held as many of the wardings as they currently held.

It also helped that the Vice-Captain in which she had just spoken of was a childhood friend of hers. They had grown up together from the young age of six, and the Vice-Captain had brought a new force of warding to the Daidouji's as he was the last in the line of a now destroyed Attack Clan. She had had a vision of him when she was five, and a year later, she had acted upon this vision as she and her new body guard had tread in the throws of the night with a small company to maintain their safety, and she had found the now Vice-Captain who had at that time, been hidden among the debris of a demon attack on a building which had not been warded.

They had become fast friends upon his recovery, and it was thought that one day they might even wed. Well, not if they had any say in it anyway. They were siblings as far as they were concerned, and therefore, no wedding was being planned. It was almost a joke between them, but not one shared by the rest of the Clan population.

Making her way back into the main battle room, where many maps and building plans had been strewn over the many tables that decorated the room, she settled into her seat at the back of the room almost gratefully. Heaving out a sigh, she allowed her mind to be at peace.

Seven men and three women had been lost, but at least one of their best had survived. And this meant that their absolute best warrior, the Captain Kurogane, would have his sanity intact.

He had brought the Vice-Captain up after all. Taught the boy everything he knew, and made sure that his morals stayed in tact as well as his health. There had only been one occasion where Kurogane hadn't cared for the boy, and that was when the Vice-Captain had first been brought to the Clan Palace.

"May I assist you with anything, Your Majesty?"

Souma was one of the few people who could speak to the Princess without using her title, yet the elder woman's politeness and her loyalty had always prevented the crossing of servant and protector into friendship.

Smiling tiredly, Tomoyo nodded in acknowledgement as she sat up from her slumped position. Her best friend was home, if not complete, but there were still five other patrols which had yet to return and it only a matter of time to see how many made it back this night. It had been awhile since they had had so many losses, but it wasn't as if it never happened.

It had just become less likely. They needed new wards, and possibly ones that would stay stable and effective. And manoeuvrable.

"Yes, thank you, Souma. We need to locate and recall the remaining patrols. And Kurogane needs to be informed of his Vice-Captain's current condition," standing, the amethyst eyed princess walked steadily over to the maps stretched out over the main table where red and blue symbols had been placed to show the ally and demon movements.

"How is Syaoran-sama?"

"Stable at best, unfortunately."

~A Chill Comes Over Me~

Leoanda: Well, this is just something that I thought of and wrote. I was inspired by the song "Somebody Help Me" by Full Blown Rose which I do not own. Thank you! ^__^