It never failed to interest me how important my life seemed whenever it flashed pass my eyes. Only in the face of adversity did I even think to regret how I lived which made sense in a twisted way because each time I thought I would die and wouldn't not have the opportunity to make things right again. But the only thing good thing about my miserable life was that it never seemed to have an end. Even in the surest times I knew I wouldn't make it out alive, I invariable seemed to come out practically unscathed.

But this time, I was really going to die.

Glancing back at the entire situation in hindsight, I realized how easily this could have all been avoided. It had all began with that cocky, punk: Yusuke Urameshi. He was fifteen and as ugly as a Spanish mutt, but regardless of his age and appearance, from day one his only purpose seemed to be to ruin my life.

"Your…granddaughter?" He had scrutinized with those doggy eyes, not bothering to mask his thoughts. I glanced at him for a moment, and then back to Gram giving a small smile. The wrinkles around her eyes became more define as a smile lit them up. Her mouth however kept its grim fallacy that I had grown accustomed to. Her smile was saved for special occasions.

"Yes. Even if you stop slacking off and measure up to your full potential you still will only be at half the power level as her so don't even think of picking a fight with her. She doesn't believe in mercy and would likely kill you."

I stood awkwardly with the tray of tea in my hands, not knowing if I was supposed to stay and listen to Gram or not. I bent down and placed the tea in front of them quietly as they both watched me now for a strange reason. I avoided eye contact and while on my knees, poured a cup for Gran, then for the annoyed stranger.

"You don't look that strong! I bet I could kick your ass in five seconds!" His aura sent out vibes of sureness and energy. I pretended I hadn't heard it and stared at the tray waiting to be dismissed. The boy, maybe a year younger than me, must have taken it as an indirect challenge because suddenly he was inches from my face. Now he was forcing me to look at him. "Well do you think you're stronger than me?"

I closed my eyes and bowed my head to the hard, wooden floor escaping his suspicious glare.

"Please forgive my grandmother for her extremely boastful exaggeration. She feels the need to underestimate those who are brave enough not to comply to her every whim. She sees free thought as a weakness−"

"Don't talk like I'm not here Sora!" Gram snapped irritably and I sank lower as my face became hot under her harsh gaze.

"Am I dismissed?" I asked and quickly left when I heard her grunt. I rushed downstairs feeling more free with each passing second without the weight of my Gram's eyes on me. I noticed a bunch of others gathered downstairs. All seemed strong and intimidating so my presence became something like a joke.

I began to wish I had stayed with Gram and the stranger. I had purposely stayed out of the way of other trouble the week before when Gram was searching for a pupil. Being the legendary Genkai, she would most likely attract a large amount strong warriors gathered from everywhere, itching for a fight to prove their worth and become her student. But that was last week.

I stood on the bottom stair, looking out into the group. They all appeared angry and unsatisfied but were frighteningly silent. Normally when people were upset and there were many in one room together, there would be loud noises and fighting. But they all stood in utter silence, many glaring daggers at me.

I swallowed and laced my fingers together in front of me nervously.

"Good evening sirs. May I inquire what you're doing here and why and I'll do my best to be acquainted with your needs."

A hard, enormous man stepped from the crowd and spoke. He was tan and had no shirt.

"We think the old hag made the wrong choice! It should be one of us, not a wimpy school boy!" I looked among their serious faces and noticed they had all come to some sort of agreement with this fact. I rung my hands and tried not to pass out from my heart pounding an extra hundred miles a minute. I started to get dizzy.

"I−I'm af−afraid Master Genkai has already decided on her new successor men. I really doubt most of you need Gram's training anyway. Whatever you're doing you should just…keep at it."

None of the power seeking creatures seemed to be phased at all by my encouragement so I began to blush furiously.

"We want to see Genkai now!" The speaker demanded and I kindly shook my head.

"She's busy at the moment. I'd advise you to leave before you're faced with a deadly confrontation. I was instructed that under no circumstances was I allowed to let her be interrupted unless for tea."

"What deadly confrontation? She's one old lady against 40 worldwide known fighters!"

Again I blushed, silently asking for forgiveness for my rude boldness I was about to present.

"I wasn't talking about Gram's. She needn't be bothered for…uh…this small dilemma. I ask you all to please leave the premises within ten minutes or I'm afraid I'll have to..uh…terminate you all. I wish I could say I would stop before it came to that but when I begin it becomes almost impossible for me to..uh…stop. It's the adrenaline of blood lust, Gram's says. I would rather not."

The deafening silence was broken by the wave of laughter that reverberated throughout the house. I stared at the floor, hoping they would have enough sense but no one ever did.

"You? Stop us?" He roared humorously. "You're cute Princess. Real cute." He patted my cheek and started to walk past me. I grabbed his hand and he stopped, obviously ready for more amusement.

"Please don't," I warned with hot tears forming in my eyes, "make me have to do this." My soft whisper only made them all laugh harder. I hated the laughter. How they mocked me when they didn't understand how much danger they were putting themselves in.

Sighing and seeing as I had no other choice then to show them an example I was serious I offered,

"Let's take this outside. I'll fight whoever you choose and−"

I was cut off by the man whose hand I still grasped within my own.

"As fun as that sounds Princess, I would just hate to mess up that gorgeous face."

Realizing I was going to get nowhere, I let loose. Allowing the tears to flow and run on to my cheeks I gripped down on the hand and had him down to his knees howling in pain. His yells filled my ears and drove me off the edge.

I remembered the blood. The horrific screams. All of it rushed back in a flash and my body took control of itself. In seconds I had lurched for his neck and dug in, sinking my nails and then fingers into his vulnerable area and without a second thought, I ripped his throat out. Seeing the blood on my hands and dying man on the staircase, I shivered with ecstasy all the while with tears streaming down my face. His body twitched and convulsed and I smiled. My fingers came to my lips and delightfully his blood was on my tongue. The sweet, metallic taste of it pushed me further into the darkness and I turned to the others.

They had become silent again after watching their spokesmen comrade murdered by the small quiet girl.

I could already see their blood.

So much blood.

Gathering my spirit energy to my hands, his blood took shape and formed two kirpan sikh that I grasped so tightly my blood started to spill and strengthen my spirit weapon. Moving with the agility of a serpent, I weaved through the band of men ferociously slicing open anyone's throat that was in reach in a flash.

So much blood.

It spilled to the ground and before my blind fury was over, they all laid drowning in the hot, bubbling red liquid.

And everything was the way it should be in my twisted, scarred mind.

And everything was wrong.