Author's Note: Whee, my second fanfic. About Demon Ororon, of course! I hope everyone liked the first one. The only thing I didn't love about the book was that they never show what happens to Mitsume, and I was like going crazy trying to imagine what would become of him! Mitsume is one of my favourite characters and I think he's really cute..aww, I feel so sad for him. So this is my version of what happens after Demon Ororon, Vol. 4 to the young bounty hunter. Reviews are appreciated, but flames with be answered with a thorough tongue-sticking-outing. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Demon Ororon, or any of the characters...though I wish I did. All I've got is all four books and a fan site... enjoy! Jeazz : P
Chapter 1
Mitsume struggled, pulling himself upright. Almost immediately he regretted it. His head swam, and he struggled to keep his balance as he stumbled around on the pavement. He shook his hair, and the groggy headache that ailed him seemed to intensify. He groaned, He couldn't remember what had happened. And he needed to sit down. Mitsume leaned back against the coldness of a brick wall, sinking down onto the frigid, rain drenched pavement. He wrapped his thin, tattered jacket and tried to breathe deeply.
Chill out, he told himself, I need to remember what happened. He glanced up, annoyed, as raindrops fell from the edge of the building and landed on his head. Damn, one of those is going to fall into my- MY EYE!
Memories came rushing back, threatening to overcome him with their revelations. Othello beating him, and then stealing his eye, the ruckus he'd heard on the roof, Othello begging to have him brother saved. Then those soldiers, those fools who'd tried to kill him. Then that huge explosion of light and sound…
Mitsume shook his head. That's all that he remembered. He shuddered softly. He had a new problem now, the need to find a place to go. It looked like everyone else had disappeared. As Mitsume glimpsed around, he wondered what had happened. Had Ororon been saved? As much as Mitsume detested the prince Othello, he had overheard his begging for his little brother's life. He couldn't help but be curious- that was what had made him a bounty hunter. He smiled morbidly.
A chilly gust of wind reminded him of his dilemma. He didn't know anywhere that he could go for sanctuary; he might have followed Othello and Chiaki's group but he didn't have a clue as to where they had gone.
He stood up, and started walking. He didn't have a destination in mind, but anything was better than sitting out in the rain, welcoming death. And he did have a reason to live now, thanks to Othello.
He did hate Othello. The fool at least had that satisfaction. But that was not his reason.
Othello had to die.
Mitsume growled softly, not even feeling the rain that fell on him. He had to have his eye. Othello had humiliated him, played with him, treated him like a dog, but Mitsume didn't care. He could've endured that. But not the theft of his third eye. That was one step too far by that haughty prince of Hell.
Mitsume would have his eye back. That he swore.
