AruuYuda-1601: So go on and listen to the song titled "Knife" by Miku, Len and Rin. Awesome, but it has yuri. =.= Well, I only go for the plot, not the yuri. That's why I changed it to Miku, Mikuo and Len. Mwehehehe. So, Len is still the demon, Mikuo is Rin, and Miku is still Miku.

And I changed things a little, of course. Er, maybe a little...?

Well, read on? :D

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You were my once trusted friend. We used to play together near the riverbank and run in the fields and forests always. We used to share jokes, practice sword-fighting together, and share horror and supernatural stories.

However, one day, you were suddenly possessed by a demon. At first, you acted normally. You told me that you were fine, but I felt that something was wrong. Your aura seemed a little darker than usual. I had the ability to feel auras.

After being possessed, you left town at night. Your leaping on the clay roofs made cracking sounds, waking me and the townsfolk up. I stood up and went outside, only to see you fading away quickly in the midnight sky.

I noticed, as you leaped away, that your appearance changed as well. Your hair became longer than before. Was that the effect of of the possession? It was, the old townsfolk claimed.

I caught a glimpse of a sword scabbard hanging beside your left leg just before you went out of my sight. The scabbard was silver, and it had some crimson cloud patterns. The hilt was emerald-green. The scabbard and hilt glinted and somewhat illuminated – that's why I saw the details.

I trusted what I saw, since I had a clear eyesight.

Days later, rumors circulated among the towns around the mountains. The rumor was that a boy with long, silver hair tied up in a ponytail was killing people around for their soul as his food. He was holding a silver-bladed sword with an emerald-green hilt.

As I heard that rumor, I knew that it was you. I didn't want that to happen to you. You were my best friend. I didn't want you to get in trouble.

I soon prepared to search for you and make you return to your old self.

I went high and low, carrying nothing but food, water and a few daggers kept in a cloth bag hanging at my side.

I won't give up searching for you, even if I have to chase you all the way beyond the moon.

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Mikuo Hatsune sat down on a heap of leaves, sipping water from his glass flask.

He was exhausted, yet he was determined to find the person he was searching for.

His best friend. His childhood friend.

It had been seven weeks since he started his search, yet he still couldn't find him.

He wouldn't give up. Even if his legs were already sore from all those walking, running from danger and leaping over obstacles.

He immediately stood up and began his search again.

The wind was hot, and Mikuo's sweat dripped down his brow. He wiped it off with his midnight-blue kimono sleeve and heaved a sigh. He continued on the bumpy path laden with autumn leaves, a few brittle twigs and large arcs of tree roots.

He continued for a few hours, until he reached the edge of a grassy clearing. He turned his head to the west, seeing the setting orange-red sun behind the mountains. Three quarters of it already set. The sky was already orange. It had some streaks of yellow, purple and red, and the cirrus clouds were gray, opposing the colors.

Sweat quickly slid down his forehead, entering his eyes. It stung. Mikuo blinked his aquamarine eyes hard and slouched for a bit of rest.

It would soon get dark, he knew, but still he wouldn't give up, for the sake of his friend and the safety of everyone around.

He straightened up from his lax posture and walked forward.

As he stepped his tenth step, he heard a crackle of twigs and a rustle of leaves. Mikuo's heart skipped a beat in a bit of fear. There was no wind. He didn't step on twigs, for sure.

He felt an aura – it was his supernatural ability. It was a little faint, but he could feel it. It was mysteriously neutral...

He was sure it wasn't him. He knew that his aura was a little dark just before he left.

He immediately took out his dagger from his cloth bag and stood up, alertness present in his ferocious aquamarine eyes.

Mikuo knew that he was powerless. He was in search for a demon-possessed human. He had no weapon but his daggers and his sensing ability. He was exposed to danger.

He walked cautiously to where he felt the aura. He shuffled his feet on the dried grass, his gray hakama trousers sweeping against it.

At the end of the clearing, he saw a girl in a black and red, intricately-designed kimono which partly exposed her creamy legs and lean stomach. She had a white bandage strip wrapped loosely around her stomach, a pair of fishnet leg stockings, and two black sword scabbards with intricate patterns. One sword had a brown hilt with some gold strips, and the other had a black one with white cross marks. She had a womanly figure, making him stare at her like a complete fool.

His eyes widened as he examined the girl, who looked like she was traveling like him. Her left hand was resting calmly against a tree trunk, making her look like she was searching for something, too.

"She's...beautiful..." he thought. However, as he realized what he mentally said, he shook his head, ridding of those thoughts. Probably, the girl heard the boy clenching his teeth, making her turn to him. And as she turned, that's where Mikuo was struck badly.

She had a large, clear emerald green eye with red eye shadows - the other was covered by the bangs of her teal hair, which was let down, but had some strand of it braided as a headband and some of her hair were tied up in a bun; a gold and silver headdress adorned at the hair bun; and pale complexion. And he noticed that her kimono exposed her chest a little. But he didn't mind that part...

Over all, she looked perfect. Mysterious. Innocent. But then...

As she met his awestruck eyes, she narrowed her eyes and had her right hand hover over her one of her sword hilts, making her look tough. Mikuo, after realizing what she did, stood straight up, gripping on his dagger. He stared at her with now ferocious eyes.

Both were now in a lunge pose, both prepared to attack anytime. Suddenly, the dry wind blew, making the girl's hair flutter. If further made the boy feel...awkward. He didn't know what that feeling was, but he didn't care. He didn't show what he felt.

"Who are you?" they spoke at the same time. The two tealettes' eyes suddenly narrowed further in suspicion.

Yes, she looked beautiful, and that made him feel bad. If she were wicked, she would get hurt by him, which was not the thing he wanted. He was a gentleman, and he knew that hurting women was terrible. Yet he couldn't do anything. He had to do it if she were a bad person, for his safety.

At first, she seemed innocent. But her threatening pose stated otherwise. She was dangerously beautiful. At first, she was like a fragile piece of porcelain. But upon seeing her in that pose and the look in her eyes, he changed his mind.

He didn't want to hurt her...

He just hoped that she were kind like his first impression of her.

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AruuYuda-1601: At first I thought of making this a oneshot, but I think it was going to be too long. I think. To make me continue this, reviews please!