A/N: Hiya, everyone! Well this is my first MoB fic and I hope you all enjoy! It's a bit OOC, I guess, cuz I've never read the manga and am ONLY basing this story off of the Anime. I've seen the whole series and the OVA. I've found a bits of info from the manga that I will be tossing in there, but the timeline and events of this fic are all anime based. Just so you lovely ppl know. Also I've added my own character. Now before I hear the groans about OCs in stories... trust me... this is different. I love to be unpredictable and this fic is definitely that. And who knows.. maybe my char will suprise you?

I hope you enjoy and PLEASE send feedback... I love it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mirage of Blaze of the charming characters in it. I wish I did tho! So sad...


Mirage of Blaze

Fates Come to Pass


Chapter One: A Cat Named Helena


"Meow…"

A tiny black kitten with white paws and white tipped ears mewed loudly swatting at a feather. A tiny bell on a silken red ribbon jingled as she played. Her master giggled dancing the feather back and forth in front of the tiny ball of black.

Unbound raven hair fell to the sides of slim shoulders as she laughed. She wore a kimono made of ice blue silk with an elegantly stitched white crane and small white petals. Slender with lush curves and a beautiful face the young woman knelt on the stone path winding through the castle gardens.

A young man stood next to her, his hair the same raven black yet a few shades lighter, was dressed just as elegantly. He smiled softly at the pair and kneeled down next to the woman.

"Do you like her, Hanairo?"

She turned to him beaming as the kitten swatted eagerly at the feather. "Oh, she's just so wonderful… so perfect! I love her already. Thank you."

He nodded and wiggled his fingers at the kitten that came to him instantly. She meowed again in complete obedience. Grinning he lifted the feline into his arms and stroked her dark fur.

"I thought she might aid you. Perhaps help you focus?"

He did not look at her as he spoke, but he could feel her watching him with those eyes, those amazing, glowing eyes.

Swaying back and forth on her wooden shoes she stood and gazed down at him, kitten still in his arms. "Nothing can focus me. We have already learned that, have we not? Besides…"

He looked up at her as she gazed into the distance. He could tell she was envisioning herself jumping over the large castle wall and running away from the fate that was destined to her.

He stood too, holding the small bundle of fur out to her. She took the kitten cuddling it tightly. It purred loudly.

Touching the small of her back he ushered her towards the door and her maids. "Besides what?" he asked softly.

A man appeared in the distance dressed more finely than they were. His hair a light brown in contrast to their raven locks, with dark eyes and a disapproving frown etched deeply on his face, he gazed at her down the shadowy hallway. She sighed her face suddenly becoming an impassive and icy mask. Turning she handed the purring ball of fluff back to the man at her side.

" I doubt my fiancée would like it much if I had a pet… even if it was from you, my brother." She bowed gracefully then walked away from both men, her maids following at her heels.

Glaring darkly at the man down the hall he turned and put the kitten on the hardwood floor. "Go and follow your new master now."

The kitten blinked up at him with large, glowing, green eyes. Turning hesitantly the feline followed after the girl, her little bell singing softly the whole way.


He heard it… a soft ringing sound like a tiny bell echoing in his mind.

"Takaya Ohgi shook his head slightly disturbed by the ringing in his brain. It was not the type of ringing that he heard when his dad would beat him nor was it the irritating ringing of an alarm clock or large bell. No, this was a tiny, joyous type ringing like a small silver bell.

"Odd…" he muttered to himself as he walked slowly towards the main school door. Dressed ready to survive a nuclear winter with a heavy gray coat, scarf and gloves, he had just parked his motorcycle when the little tingling sound had begun in his mind. And he was sure it was in his head because, well, there was nothing here to make that sound… right?

Stopping in mid step he looked around the empty lot using his spiritual powers to see what his eyes could not. Nothing. There truly was nothing there so he must be going insane. Gripping his head he grumbled and sulked.

Life sucked!

It had been two weeks. Two miserably long weeks since he had made his little declaration of war. Two weeks of waiting to see if the man he had declared war upon would actually rise up and beat him and finally take him. Said man, however, had not spoken to him in two weeks.

Damn you, Naoe, you prick. He cursed inwardly stewing on his pain. Oh yes, he had made himself a nice little stew complete with resentment, anger, bitterness and a dash of irritation. Then, of course, he could top it all off with a dollop of guilt.

Yes, well maybe part of their problem was because of him… just maybe a little bit, but definitely the rest of it was Naoe's.

The man had betrayed his trust and friendship and played him for a fool. And he said he loved him? Pah! There was something between them all right, but it certainly was not love. And yet, deep down in his heart, some unnamed feeling made him tremble.

Perhaps that was why he had said, "and if you can beat me, Naoe, that will be the day you can have me". Was that why because of the little tremors Naoe's blatant stares of desire caused in him? But did he shake because of Kagetora or because of himself, Takaya? Did they both desire Naoe or was it just… him?

"Psycho man servant," he muttered under his breath then seeing his breath made him realize he was cold.

His irritation and anger, however, kept him warm as he stood in that empty lot and festered on his ill feelings towards the most loyal person in his life. And, he thought, that was one of the problems. Naoe was his loyal servant and yet he wanted to dominate him. Granted just sexually, but that could never lead to anything good. How could one stay in control of their dog if they let it do all it desired to do? Then trying to get back in control of that animal would be nearly impossible. You would just be yelling a wild beast instead of a trained dog.

Of course he knew that was the reason why Naoe avoided him like the plague. Naoe's desire for him made the man crazy and the tiny little bit of sanity left in him made him avoid the one thing that made him nuts: Lord Kagetora. Though he never seemed to avoid Takaya for very long, which lead to a bigger problem. Every time Naoe would act on his desire there would be some very harsh words and actions and then the cycle would repeat itself. For four hundred years they had been repeating the same viscous cycle. And when it was all said and done, things just seemed to get worse instead of better.

There was still a large part of him, however, that got extremely aggravated when Naoe left him alone. He always got that way, too. Very irritable and cranky, snapping at everyone and everything because his "pet" was nowhere to be found. But why was that? Why was he always so pissed off with Naoe for leaving him when all he had ever told him to do was to leave?

Because… Nobutsuna Naoe belonged to him and no one else.

That was why he had asked him to try and beat him. Try and win for Godsakes in their little game of master and servant. Prove that he meant more to him than some conquest to satisfy some sadistic need. And, not to be forgotten was the fact that there was a very deeply buried part of himself that really wanted Naoe to beat him.

"Idiot!" he yelled then smacked himself in the forehead hard enough to see spots. Why was he thinking that? That was when he heard it again, that silly little ringing sound.

"Meow."

Blinking wildly he stared down at the black cat with the white paws and white tipped ears and tail. It walked out of the bushes; a tiny, silver bell around its neck jingling as it came towards him. Gracefully and as delicately as if walking on air the cat reached him then sat down in front of him, tail wrapping around it's body; it then bowed it's head as if in reverence.

Something about the black feline caused his head to hurt instantly and his chest to burn. Gripping his chest he cursed. This was the same type of feeling that he had when he first learned what it was like to feel another possessor. But it was ridiculous to feel this way towards a cat, right?

Moaning in pain he fell to his knees. The feline looked up at him then, green eyes bright and knowing. It meowed again and placed two dainty paws on his knees. The burning feeling suddenly vanished. He breathed deeply trying to calm himself. The cat meowed then purred, crawling into his lap.

Grunting he tried to push the beast off when it dug it's nails into his tights.

"Oww! Mother fucker!"

The cat growled low in it's throat and released it's nails then started shaking it's head making the tiny bell around it's neck ring like mad.

"Stop it! Stop it you crazy cat!" he yelled reaching out to calm the beast. "You're probably rabid for all my luck."

The cat then purred rubbing its neck against his hand. His fingers touched the red silk ribbon that attached the bell to the cat. He turned the silver trinket in his fingers. There etched by hand was the name Helena.

"I can't keep her… he'll kill me. You know that, yes?"

"I want you to keep her. She's my gift to you, so you won't be lonely there."

"No… I… I really, really can't."

"You can, because I said so. She's yours."

"But…"

"Just name the thing already."

"Hell… well… I… ah…"

"Helena it is then."

He blinked rapidly his skull throbbing as he clutched the bell tightly in his fist. It was nothing new to sometimes have a memory flash from his other lives yet this one was different. He seemed happy and sad all in one. That and he was talking to a woman, he was sure of it. Though he could not see their face nor anything else very distinguishing about them, he knew it was a female. Was that a memory of Minako? Had he given her a cat… this cat?

No, he was being ridiculous. That was more than thirty years ago. If he had given Minako a cat the creature would be long dead by now. So who was it? His head throbbed as he tried to think to search through the darkness of his mind to find out whose cat this was.

The school bell rang pulling him from his thoughts.

Standing, he put the animal on the ground. "Shoo," he muttered shaking his hand. "Go home."

Those huge green eyes did nothing but blink up at him. She then proceeded to rub against his legs, mewing loudly.

With an exasperated sigh, Takaya stepped away from the cat. "Shoo! Go home. I'm not your master. Go on, get!" he said in a rather nasty tone hoping to frighten the animal away. He then started walking towards the door.

She followed.

He stopped, turned around and glared down at the animal, his tiger-eyes flashing. "Go home, cat! Don't make me call the pound," he threatened.

But she did not leave nor did she seem scared. Instead she sat her furry little bottom on the icy pavement and meowed up at him. Groaning he pointed to the school door. "I'm going to class. You," pointing towards the bushes she had come from, "go home!"

At that he stalked away glancing over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. To his surprise the cat was gone. He blinked, frozen for a moment, because he could have sworn he saw the last flickering of green spiritual flames where she had just been. But that was crazy, right? Of course it was. It was just a cat… an annoying cat, but still just a cat. Finally, with one last look around the parking lot – both spiritually and with his own eyes – he headed inside the school. His mind was playing tricks on him… right?


Four days later Helena the cat was still following him around. She seemed to appear wherever he was. That first day he had come out of school to find her sitting on his bike. After shoving her off, much to her annoyed hissing, he drove off hoping to never see her again. However as he stopped in the arcade she was there on the ledge of a wall looking down at him. Then as he got home he could hear her meow coming from the alleyway behind his family's apartment. He saw her sitting on his windowsill looking in on him in his room. He finally had to shut the blinds to get rid of her bright stare. He could still feel her though, watching him.

Now four days later he was sort of, not really, but trying to accept his new shadow. Yuzuru absolutely love the feline. Helena seemed to like him too. Though when he had told his best friend that the cat had just showed up one day – and how she was stalking him – he said that maybe he looked like her former owner. Maybe she was lost and just trying to find her way home. But that, he wanted to point out, would not explain why she seemed to be everywhere he was and always right as he got there.

But as he leaned against the wall of his bedroom, a blanket thrown over his lap, Helena laying on his stomach making his chest rumble, he could not really think of much besides the comfort she was providing and the fact that he felt sleepy. The phone was pressed against his ear as Nagahide rattled on about some er other… oh, wait… yes… Nagahide was telling him about some of Oda's moving forces. They were moving from the west and acting very suspicious then again when were they not?

He yawned.

Helena started kneading his stomach and purring louder.

"Takaya, are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah? I'm listening. Sorry, Chiaki… sheeze. Not all of us can be in Toyama, at the beach, vacationing."

"Shut up, you ass, you know I'm here because you've already missed too much school and the principle won't let you take anymore time off. Besides, it's cold as fuck here! What crazy person would go swimming in the ocean at this time of year?" There was a pause on Nagahide's side and then he said, "And WHAT is that damn noise! Are you outside or somethin'?"

Yawning again he muttered, "What noise?"

"What noise? That purring noise. Is that your bike? Are you seriously that big an idiot to be outside on a night like this?"

It was ten after one in the morning and about plus five outside.

Takaya laughed slightly. "Ha, no, it's my cat."

"Cat? You mean a cat is making that god-awful racket? And since when, do you have a cat?"

Takaya smiled again only this time more sleepily. He ran his fingers through Helena's sleek fur and answered his fellow possessor. "Well… since a few days ago. I don't know, she kinda found me or somethin'."

He could almost see the wise-ass look on Nagahide's face as he said, "Uh-huh… kay. Well what is the purring machine's name?"

"Huh? Oh… Helena."

Due to his very tired state Takaya did not realize that Nagahide was silent for a whole two minutes. "Helena…?" the longhaired possessor breathed into the phone. "A black cat with white socks?"

"Wha? Yeah… why?"

"I have to go." And with that he hung up.

Takaya looked at the phone and blinked. Hitting the talk button he slid to his side and curled up around Helena. He pulled the blanket over both of them and fell asleep.

Now if he had been more awake perhaps he would have questioned Nagahide on why he knew what Helena looked like or why he got off the phone so quickly. But he would not and did not until it was too late.


Questions... comments... concerns? And, yes, I know my grammer is bad. I'm looking for a beta... anyone?

Ana