Thanks again for reading, slight revisions for this chapter as well.

Love, RinWolf08

Warning: violence towards the end. If there's a problem, let me know and I'll recap the beginning of the next chapter for you!

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I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison buzz

This is it, the apocalypse

Whoa

….

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones

Enough to make my systems blow

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive

– Imagine Dragons

'I must have lost my mind.' Aurora thought.

It had been a day and a half since she had brought a strange unconscious man into her home. Both Aurora and Cane had stayed in her bedroom watching over him for any signs of consciousness. She had done everything she could to keep herself busy while continuing her watch over him, her little ball of white fluff never leaving her sight.

The first night was exhausting. She wasn't sure if she should try and sleep or stay awake. The gash on his forehead stopped bleeding after a while, which got one problem out of the way. Next was to watch and see if he had caught a cold from being out in the rain for who knows how long. He wasn't showing any signs but it still made her worry. There was no way she was getting any sleep, so she stayed awake with Cane in her lap while she did homework and other things to keep her eyes open.

Saturday was just as tiring. Aurora caved sometime in the early morning and passed out on her English homework at her desk. Around noon, there was rustling and groaning from beneath the mountain of blankets. Cane moved from her lap to the floor to sniff the air, startling her awake. When she had got up to look at him, he had a pained look upon his once handsome, peaceful face. A layer of sweat had covered his heated skin. He had in fact, caught a cold.

Throughout the rest of the day and into the night she kept cool towels on his forehead, making sure not to get the dressings wet. She had removed a few of the blankets so that he would not be as warm but kept a few over him so he would not become too cool. The poor man would just have to sweat it out. Once dawn came that Sunday, the man had finally came down from his cold and now rested peacefully. Or from what she could tell anyway.

She laid down on the blankets she removed, closing her bloodshot eyes. She felt tiny paws climb atop her flat belly. Without opening her eyes, she rested one of her hands on Cane's back, her fingers running through the soft fur.

As he nestled himself on Aurora's abdomen, she finally let her mind wonder to her predicament. She had been so concerned over the strangers health that she didn't stop to think about it.

It was very unlike her to just up and help out someone she did not know. Back home, there were many homeless people she had run across and yet she never stopped to really help them. It wasn't as if she didn't want to, it was just everyday life and one never really knew what these people would really do with the money they were given. Her father always called them liars and con artists who needed to get a job. But of course that's not something he told the public when he ran for governor. Hypocrite.

But still why did she help this particular man? And why did she still get that strange feeling when she tended to him? Hm. There must certainly be something wrong with her.

For all she knew this man could be a killer? Stalker? Rapist? Lunatic? He wore clothes as if he was going to some sort of comic, anime convention. But the clothes themselves were not the same cheap material that normal cosplay outfits were made of. The white haori was made of silk and from the look of his hakama it was of the same soft material. His armor and swords weren't fake plastic, but cool and heavy like true metal. Hm.

Without knowing it, she drifted off to sleep on the floor.

…

"... have you someone to protect?..."

He stared at his fathers back, the smell of blood and salt water filling his senses. The waves crashed loudly upon the beach, filling the silence between the father and son.

What a ridiculous question.

"No."

As soon as the answer left his lips, the air suddenly changed and everything went dark and cold. It was not a feeling he experienced often, having an unusually high body temperature, but this time was different.

His fathers deep voice asked again, "...have you someone to protect?..."

Before he could answer, he felt a throbbing in his head he had never experienced before. Was this...pain?

"...have you someone to protect?..."

He felt his skin rip open from his temple to up under his bangs. He could smell and feel his blood coming from the wound.

"Why must you keep asking me such a foolish question, father? The answer is still the same."

"...have you someone to protect?..."

He growled in frustration, "No! I have no need to do such a thing!"

The wind picked up as his father suddenly changed into his true self, the mighty Lord of the Western lands.

"...have you someone to protect?..." The voice grew louder as his father flew off into the darkness. Before he could answer again, it was just him, the throbbing pain, and the cold.

"Have you someone to protect!?"

Then something unexpected happened, everything went blank...

….

Aurora opened her eyes.

'Damn...I must have slept through the day,' she thought, groaning as she stretched. A wet tongue licked her face, making her smile.

"Ok, Cane, I'm awake," she giggled, "I'll take you outside for a quick walk, but let's make sure our guest is still sleeping."

Getting up, she turned on her desk lamp to look and see if he had stirred yet.

"Alright my little fluff, I'll just change and we'll go for a walk," he yipped happily at her, "I could use a good walk. I need to get out here, even for a minute."

…

Something didn't feel right. His body did not feel his own. He felt...weak. That throbbing was gone as well as the cold, but he felt like he couldn't move. At least he was warm and dare he say it, comfortable. It wasn't like laying on his mokomoko but it was pretty close.

Aside from his body being weak, his senses were just as weak. He couldn't pick up anything from his surroundings. Granted he had yet to open his eyes but this was so unusual. The only thing he could pick up was the smell of sakura blossom, but it was very faint. Too faint.

Whatever or whoever had done this to him was going to pay dearly for...whatever it was they did to him.

A noise caught his attention. Something clicking and opening?

"Jeez Cane," he heard a woman giggle as she spoke a strange language he didn't know, "usually you can't wait to get out of the apartment, not back in!"

Clicking and chiming of metal objects hitting together seemed to grow louder and louder until he felt something light jump upon his chest.

Footsteps drew closer as well as the smell of sakura blossoms, becoming stronger and stronger.

"Cane," she seemed to whisper, "Leave him alone."

A wet, soft tongue licked his face a few times. His eyes shot open to come face to face with 'Cane', a ball of fluff with two dark eyes and a wet nose.

A hand came into his line of vision and he felt the adrenaline rush through him, forgetting how weak he felt earlier. As if it were a reflex, his hand shot out from under the sheet and enclosed around something. A throat.

'Cane', who had been flung down to his feet as he sat up quickly, started growling and barking at him as he stared into bright green orbs. The woman made a choking sound as his hand tightened its grip just enough to cut off most of her air. She stared back at him with frightfully eyes that were filling up with tears. She was scared...good. This woman had to pay for what she did to him.

"What have you done to me wench?" He practically growled, his whole being pumping with anger and adrenaline.

He felt her hands claw at his wrist as he eased his hand enough for her to speak, "I...found...you..." She gasped out in Japanese.

"Found me? Found me where?" His grip tightened again.

More tears fell from her eyes, "...please..."

He stared hard at her as she continued to struggle against him. He looked over her and noticed the strange clothes she wore. They looked like the hanyou's miko, same type of short skirt and tight fitting haori. That's when he noticed the exact same clothes the miko wore laying on the floor. She much know her.

The hand grasping her neck seemed to loosen as he scanned the room. His eyes met hers again as she began to gasp for breath, tears streaming down her face. He felt a tug in his chest. He let go of her as he felt his anger begin to subside.

He watched as the woman touched her neck as she stared wide eyed at him. 'Cane' placed himself in front of her still growling at him. That is when he realized that it was in fact a dog. A very small dog.

"Speak women," he spoke softly, "where am I? Where can I find the miko?"

She simply just stared at him, still in shock.

"You wear the same style clothes as her, do you not?" He pointed to the green outfit, "Where..." That's when he saw it.

He took a good look at his hand. Where was his claws? And his markings? He brought both hands to his lap and saw the same thing. No claws or markings. He grabbed some of his long hair and pulled it in his line of vision. Instead of silvery white, the strands he held were jet black.

"Impossible!"

He felt his right shoulder blade and felt nothing but skin. His mokomoko was gone as well.

"How...," He felt his body start to grow as weak as he had before, shock flowing through him as he stared at his hands and hair again, "...simply impossible..."

He looked over at the woman who was still staring at him, a purple bruise beginning to form around her neck. Tears still lined her eyes but they now held confusion as she had watched him study his hands.

"What am I?" He questioned softly.

One word swirled into the fore front of his mind.

"Human..."