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Prologue
Hisoka was walking through the forest near his father's stronghold. His father, Terazuma, had told him to be careful whenever he was out in the woods but Hisoka never listened to him about safety, he loved being in the forest. The beauty of the plants and the sounds of the animals always calmed him whenever he was upset. Today his father told him he was to marry one of Lord Konoe's two daughters… Saya and Yuma. Hisoka couldn't stand those two flighty girls. Every time he saw them, they were always trying to touch him in some kind of way and always giggled whenever he said something. Hisoka didn't want to be married to a girl he couldn't hold a conversation with. His perfect wife should be smart, somewhat pretty and had more in her head than pretty gowns and jewelry.
Hisoka was so busy thinking that he didn't see or hear the warrior walking through the brush towards him. Kazutaka Muraki stared at the blond haired boy in front of him. He smiled as he stared at his enemy's son, Hisoka. He was glad that the boy didn't see him or else he would have to hurt him. He looked around for the boy's retainer but he didn't see one. His smile grew wider as he realized that the boy was utterly alone and that gave Muraki an idea. He could snatch the boy and make Terazuma pay a ransom for him. Since the boy was Terazuma's only legitimate heir, Muraki knew the man would pay him a huge sum of gold for his return.
Hisoka saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned around. His eyes widened to the size of saucers when he saw the silver haired warrior standing less than a few feet from him. Hisoka tried to run but he couldn't, he was frozen in fear. He watched as the warrior pulled his sword from its sheath and walked up to him. Hisoka just knew he was going to die by this warrior's hand and then the warrior's thoughts floated to him as if they were on the breeze. I don't want to hurt him if he runs…Terazuma will pay more if he's unhurt…Don't move, boy, I really don't want to hurt someone as young as you… Muraki grabbed the boy's arm and jerked him to him. He gave a sharp intake of breath as he realized how beautiful the boy was. He looked like a girl as well as being small and delicate like one. He stared deep in the boy's dark emerald green eyes and it felt like he was struck by lightning. Muraki shook his head quickly, trying to clear his head. Hisoka was entranced by the silver haired warrior, he was the tallest man Hisoka had ever seen.
Then the warrior spoke in a deep raspy voice, "I don't want to hurt you but I will if you leave me no choice. Do you understand?" Hisoka nodded his head in affirmation that he understood. "Good because you will be coming with me."
Muraki turned and dragged the boy through the underbrush and trees. Silent tears slid down Hisoka's cheeks as he watched his home get farther and farther away…