A/N: Forgive me! It's been forever since I've last updated. School is just so stressful these days. I do hope you guys are still hanging in there… Thanks a lot for the reviews! Yah, I know I went too fast at some parts… I'll try to make up for it…

"Where am I?" Kyo asked out loud, though it was futile since there was no one else present in the dark abyss.

"In your subconscious, idiot," someone answered for him.

Startled by the voice, Kyo turned around. As astounding as it may seem, the voice belonged to him. The man in Kyo's dream.

"You?" Kyo couldn't believe it, didn't want to believe it.

The man, who was a replica of Kyo, smirked. "Yes, me, your other self."

"My other self?" Kyo repeated. Even coming from his own mouth, it sounded incredulous. "Is this another dream?"

"Do you not remember your past?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I know who I am-"

"I don't want to hear your story!" The man hollered. His eyes were glittering menacingly. Kyo was disconcerted with the man's red eyes. Yes, it was the same color as his, but somehow, there was something evil about it.

When Kyo was silent, he continued, "I am Demon Eyes Kyo."

"But I am Kyo!" Kyo blurted out.

Demon Eyes Kyo unsheathed his sword and pointed it straight to Kyo's heart. "Silence! You will listen to what I will say."

Kyo bit his lip and listened. The samurai lowered his sword and spoke. "I am Demon Eyes Kyo. I came from another time, or you could say, another world. I am a famed swordsman and I have killed many, though I was punished for it. A priestess named Sakuya entrapped me into this body and created an alter-ego. He was named Kyo Mibu. He was then born into the future. This future. For some reason, however, the spell was broken. Now, the time has come for my return."

Kyo felt something sink deep inside his gut when the samurai mentioned the word 'return'.

They were silent for a while. Kyo was having a hard time accepting what he had just heard.

"How do you suppose are you going to do that?" He asked with finality, as if he knew what the samurai's answer was going to be.

Demon Eyes Kyo raised an eyebrow as if it was such a stupid question.

"I'll use your body, of course." He answered nonchalantly.

Kyo recoiled at the idea. "Well, there's no way on earth I'll let you."

Demon Eyes Kyo was unfazed by the sudden outburst. "It seems like you have forgotten the current situation." He was smirking.

"There is no situation whatsoever."

The samurai looked amused. "Have you totally forgotten about Yuya?"

The first thing that entered Kyo's man was how this man knew about Yuya. Then, everything that just happened shot back through his head. Kyo was at a loss for words.

The samurai had the audacity to laugh out loud. It sounded cold and it was almost hysterical. "I thought so. Well, what if I told you that I could save her?"

"I'd do anything for her." Kyo answered unhesitatingly.

"Then it's settled. I will have to use you body. You, on the other hand will have to stay here. You'll know everything that's happening."

"How?" Kyo asked, but before he could get his answer, Demon Eyes Kyo was already gone.

There was a sudden explosion of bright white light and then Kyo was back in his apartment. Well, at least he was there in spirit. He and Demon Eyes Kyo had already exchanged places. Yes, he was back in his own world, but it was the samurai who had full control of his body. It was as if he was seeing the world through someone else's eyes. Now he knew how the samurai found out about Yuya. Somehow, there was an existing connection between the alter-egos. He was fully aware of Demon Eyes Kyo's thoughts though it was only a weak bond.

Then a voice.

"It's nice to be back."

"Don't forget about Yuya." Kyo retorted.

"I know."

Back in the physical world, Kyo was standing in the living room, staring at the box that contained Yuya's hair.

"Stupid woman," he muttered.

'It's not her fault she got kidnapped.' It was the voice in his head. It was his alter-ego.

'Crap, now I have a conscience!' the samurai thought.

'Hey!'

'Never mind, I need a weapon.'

'I've got just the thing you need. Go to my room and open the cabinet next to my closet.'

Kyo did as he was told. Upon opening the cabinet, he found, much to his pleasure, a sword on display. However, it wasn't just any other sword, it was the sword that killed thousands. It was his sword.

'That's yours? But it's been with our family for generations.'

It was a pleasant surprise. 'I never thought there was a limit to Sakuya's powers. It looks like she was not able to wipe out the existence of the sword in this world.'

Then slowly, deliberately, he took it, holding it steadily in both of his hands. Unsheathing it he could see his own blood red eyes staring right back at him.

"It's perfect." He whispered reverently.

'Can we go now? Yuya's in trouble, in case you've forgotten.' The voice sounded anxious.

'Don't be impatient. It will be taken care of.'

Kyo sheathed the sword back in place. He then turned towards the glass sliding door.

'That door leads to the veranda. The right door is behind you.'

He opened the said sliding door and went out to the veranda. It was such a dark night. He looked up at the sky. The stars were faint, the sky was murky. The full moon, on the other hand, was as bright and prominent as ever.

'Are you crazy?' The voice was frantic.

He paid it no heed. He braced himself upon the railing. He then jumped three stories down. Amazingly, he was able to land on the ground without getting any injuries.

'How come I could never do that?'

'Never forget that I am Demon Eyes Kyo. Nothing is impossible for me.'

'Right, how could I forget?' was the sarcastic reply.

'It's been hours,' Yuya thought dolefully as she huddled up in a corner of the dank cell. She brought her legs as close to her body as possible and hugged herself to keep from getting cold. Her untouched meal lay to one side. She could only take two spoonfuls of the grovel they have given her. Its taste was enough to almost make her puke. She felt cold and bereft. Her hands were a little bloody due to her constant pounding on the unyielding door. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheek. She wiped her eyes fiercely with the back of her hand.

"Yuya," she told herself, "you've got to get a grip! Crying won't help!"

After a few moments however, she started muttering to herself, "Kyo will come for me. I know he will." She said it again and again as if it were a mantra to save her life.

All that time that she was in the cell, she hadn't heard a single sound. Strangely enough, a noise broke the silence.

It was a man screaming for his life. The noise alerted Yuya. She stood up and listened carefully, but she did not dare go near the door. His voice was suddenly cut off with the sound of the swish of a metal.

Yuya's heart was pounding in her chest. She was deathly afraid of the person that was obviously just outside the door.

The door was sliced through and she was face to face with death. What shocked her were the blood red pupils staring back at her.

"Kyo?" She whispered, dumbfounded.

"Is that you, Kyo?" Yuya's voice was shaking. She didn't know why, but she was afraid of him. She could tell that he was not the same Kyo she knew. Indeed, from the outside he looked the same, but there was something different with his eyes. She could not miss the evil glint his eyes now held.

She could not bring herself to come to him. "Is it really you?" She asked once again.

"We have to go now, there's no time for explanations." His voice was commanding. It had lost its gentle tone.

Yuya still not move from her spot. He lost patience and grabbed her hand.

"No!" She protested, but a stern look from him shut her up.

He lifted her with ease, carrying her in his arms. He then moved swiftly out the door, running through the dark passageway. Carrying her had no effect whatsoever to his speed. They had no trouble escaping since no guards were left to stop them. They had all been killed. Yuya had seen all the dead bodies. The blood was spattered all over, its stench overwhelming. She had even seen a few mutilated limbs.

'Did he do all this? Could he have killed them all?' she thought, desperately wanting to believe it was a lie. She knew the truth however, for she he had seen his sword, even if it was sheathed and hidden by his trench coat. She never thought he was capable of such a thing. She kept her head down the whole time he was carrying her. She couldn't bear to look at him. Her heart was aching inside of her.

Her soul was clamoring for the man she had lost.

How did you like it? I'll be calling DEK Kyo from now on. Please review!