Chapter 3: One of those days...
A resounding clink filled the bar just as he slammed his drink down onto the partly empty bar called "Devils Drink". It was just a short walk
from the town entrance to the bar, and the town itself was small to boot. But it held two bars, an Inn, several shops, and a fair share of homes.
Dashak was a small demon dewlling, one of the key three looming around the vast world. A small majority of demons, half and full, are leaving
the realm to expand into other worlds such as Filgaia and Earth. But Kuro was one of the people who espeically enjoyed the traveling between
worlds, and he kept his home with his original world.
"First time for everything, I always said..." came a happy voice from behind. "No kidding. First time to beat up a friend too, hmm Kit?" Kuros
snide reply came, turning to face his cheery friend. "What gave it away?" His full fox demon buddy shrugged and simply replied, "Your drinking,
your pensive, and your back is burnt. Your also not bloody." A grin formed on his face. "AND, you havent paid back my money which you said
you would give me tonight when you got the target." Kit let out a chuckle and made sure not to touch the burn part of his friend back as he slapped
it hard. Kuro's response was another shot of scotch. "Yea well, lets see you hunt her down."
Kit gave an odd look. "Her...? What do you mean her? You were beaten...by a woman?" He had to fight back a laugh to avoid a slaughter breaking
out. Kuro gave a nod and replied "She was a sorceress. half fox demon. half bitch." He took another shot, and before the bartender could move away
he got another refill. "Well she must be especially skilled in order to take out a pro like yourself. I've seen the stuff you've done, and its not pretty."
Kit let out another chuckle and called the bartender for some a normal mug of ale. "She knew the higher ranks of magic, ones that take almost half a
year to master. she let it fly perfectly..." he winced at the damage he would've taken from the powerfull blast.
As much as he hated to admit it, she was very formidable. He wasnt an all powerfull monster, but he was very skilled. Most fell within a few moments,
rarely did it last long enough to matter. But she, not only escape, but cripple him long enough to do so and vanish without a trace. He snorted and
downed the last shot of scotch for tonight. "Later Kit, I'll finish polishing Light and Dark for you later." He said, referring to Kit's nicknamed katars,
each impowered with their respective elements. "Make them shine like they were brand new." Kit replied, watching Kuro drift out of the bar after
dropping his money for the bartender. He took a sip and quietly said "Better not forget my money...heh."
A gleam of eyes appeared in a small alley for a few moments, following Kuro's movements, and dissapeared.
Kuro has a fairly small house that he plans movements and takes a break in every now and again, as he preferred food from the inn and the comfy beds
they had. But being lazy and not feeling up to the price of a bed for the night, he decided a couch would do tonight. He ambled into the room, half drunk,
and half asleep. He flopped down onto the couch and flipped on the TV. The reporter rambled on about missing children, unusual deaths, and a large
ammount of activity from various monsters. "Glad thats not near here" He yawned sleepily. Before he knew it, he was out like a light.
He awoke, to what he could only describe as both infuriating, deadly, and partly arousing. Rin had broken into his house (actually, the door was unlocked
so it was easy for her) and had a knife to his throat as she straddle him.
"Its just NOT my day..." He thought.
