A/N: Okay, super short, i'm in Italy, w00tz, its pretty and i wish i could stay but yea, that's not going to happen :P i hope peeps read this as i busted my butt to finish it and have a chance to post it on crappy free net before we pull out of this awesomely fashionable country :D

btw, this is rather Kemui/Reki heavy, no not slash i don't swing that way, but it does mainly deal with their dynamic :P sorry no Bee awesomeness and zombies like i promised.

so pt 2 of 3 i think XD

Enjoy!

The archives in the Raikage's tower were held in the central stanchion of the modified mountain building. Whereas the rest of the external structure was wood and felt rather added on, the central structure was solid stone, and probably the most stable of any part of the building. This was probably why only the most important things were stored inside it, such as the records archives and various other vaults filled with nothing but miles and miles of paperwork.

A snort escaped the sole occupant of the archives at the moment; she was seated at a desk in between the shelves and literally barricaded in by mounds upon mounds of scrolls surrounding her. Thin black eyes scanned the next scroll, opening it as she propped herself back in a chair, feet up on another one, as she halfway leaned on the table at her side. For whatever reason she was still smoking a cigarette in the confines of the stone room, surrounded by aging scrolls with poor ventilation, despite how much of a bad idea that was.

Reki's eyes rolled as yet again another 'ancient and important' scroll had nothing on the what she was looking for, despite its priceless value to the village, the tan woman nonchalantly threw it over her shoulder, amazingly landing on another pile of 'priceless documents'. She languidly stared ahead as she reached for another scroll, this one bearing the crest of a swallow, some clan she was sure resided in Rai no Kuni before the village's founding but had no idea what its name was. Each and every scroll she had sitting haphazardly on the desk was from that time period or before, all of them old, and most of them propaganda written by paranoid clans that spouted their bias of how much more effective they were at this job or that, like anyone but her would be reading this crap. Smoke billowed around her as she opened the scroll, lazily flicking the ash into her trusty ashtray as her eyes skimmed the faded writing behind her wire-framed glasses.

"In the tenth year of the clan leader Musashi…" she began reading out loud just to pass the time, "Blah blah… Founded a suitable land for training… Yadda, yadda… Killed the leader of the boars Akoto… Uh-huh… Later usurped by his niece Aboshi… ooh? Who trained in the use of black-powder weapons… I could probably learn from this woman… and killed him by poisoning his drink and challenging him to a drinking contest, he not knowing she had spent years becoming immune to the very same poison…" a black brow rose as she read that line, then a snort, "Wow, I like this woman…" Black eyes skimmed the scroll with decidedly more interest as she started noticing nuances from this clans' style of writing and the events being portrayed. –Its almost like a story?- normally most clan scrolls were written in the laymen's of 'textbook' style writing, to limit errors and prove validity. This scroll was different, Reki flipped to the back of the scroll again, noting the crest with the swallow on it with a piqued brow. Perhaps this was written in some form of code? What clan had a 'swallow' as its crest anyway?

The gears in her mind started racing. The black haired desk clerk set down the current scroll, telling the tales of the female clan leader 'Aboshi' and her apparent siege of the forest, using all manners of combat that would nowadays be considered both squandering and foolish, but for the time they must have been rather inventive seeing as she drove off the 'Okami' and various other 'Beast-Clans' from the area and claimed it for their own.

"Hmm…?" Reki hummed to herself as she relit a new cigarette and opened another scroll with the same clan seal on it. "I wonder…" she blew out a cloud of smoke into the air as her expert eyes skimmed this one for information. It contained another account, presumably later, seeing as the 'Princess' of the 'Okami' clan had returned and somehow rendered aid to the clan's current leader 'Ashitaka'… her thin eyes narrowed on the faded word, not sure it was right, but the connotation from the surrounding paragraphs and the language, while old, referred to this 'person' as overly important, and 'Daughter' was part of the character… shaking her head she continued reading, it seemed the previous 'enemy' was now a valued ally against some common enemy. Reki leaned in close to the scroll, bringing it up towards the light and somehow miraculously not catching it on fire with her cigarette, "this word," she tapped it as her eyes scrutinized the faded ink, "What is this word? 'Fuu'? a seal? No that can't be it…" she looked around the page, comparing it to other context, "This is definitely the 'enemy' the 'swallow' clan required help from the 'Okami' clan…" she tapped the word again, remembering that the 'swallow' clan never once mentioned its name, so she only had the crest to go by. –Sounds familiar - she thought cynically as she remembered the Assassin's never went by a 'name', but she never remembered them having a crest, let alone one of a swallow?

The dark hair and eyed woman continued to scrutinized the page, "Perhaps this only deals with the history of 'part' of the Assassin's clan?" she raised her eyes, adjusting her glasses as she viewed a large backdrop that showed in great detail the lands of Rai no Kuni. It was an old map, but its geographical data was still valuable, even if the names of the 'cities' were completely outdated and the regions didn't match current census. Though there was something about it that caught her attention…

Standing up, leaving the scroll on the desk, Reki walked over to the large map, examining a very specific area to the north. Her black eyes trailed from the central, mountainous, location of what was now Kumogakura no Sato, pointing at it with her hand, reading the old title that loosely translated to 'Demon's mountain' over to a portion in the northern part that contained a cove with a solitary island all its own. "Hmm…" a black brow piqued, none of the Assassin's that had come to Kumo 14 years ago mentioned anything about where they were from, other than 'up north', yet all of them had dark tan skin, which would suggest they lived out in the open, and most of the areas to the north were forested, meaning they'd have to live on some coast. A smirk rose on her lips around the cigarette as she remembered a little detail about a certain white-haired girl, "And that little brat did have a penchant for squid…" she mused a moment, staring that the portion of the map, removing her cigarette and flicking the ash off.

"… and Yugito was found on an island…" the information flitted into Reki's mind before she fully processed it. When it finally settled in her mind what it meant, and what she may have found her thin eyes widened, immediately she flipped around and stared at the scrolls, "Could they really be?" keeping hold of the thought, the tan woman went back to the desk, flipping open the most recent looking scroll she could find with the 'swallow' crest, her black brows furrowed as she scanned line upon line of information. –If this means what I think… I may have not only just found the original settlement for the Assassin's clan- a part of her mind remembered the 'Okami' clan, if they were what she thought they were… -Then I may have also found the reason the Nibi attacked them in the first place…-

After several long minutes of searching, her black eyes came across that same odd character from before. Intrigued as to why that same character, used in a scroll at least fifty if not a hundred years older, appeared again caused her black brow to rise, "And it's in reference to something that seems to occur every generation or so…" the cigarette filter tucked between her lips shifted from one side to the other as her eyes continued scanning the script, occasionally flipping back to the older documents, trying to find the connection that would finally tell her the purpose of the unknown character.

-It deals with 'seal', and from the context it's something grossly powerful- her thin eyes fell back on an older passage noting the aid of the 'Okami' princess as her hands expertly swapped the spent filter for another death stick. "Something enough to bring former enemies together, huh?" the more she read the more interesting the tale got, "Lord Ashitaka fought bravely against the- damnit what the hell is that word? Before it was obvious he could not beat it with the- yea yea, then the 'Princess' shows up…" her dark eyes skimmed a bit ahead, noticing the 'Okami' seemingly 'appeared', "Probably after the thing… hunting it maybe?" according to the text the leader of the 'Okami' wanted nothing to do with the 'swallow' clan, seeing as the matriarch still hated them from Aboshi's time. Reki paused and blinked at that line as she read it again, "Wouldn't that make the old leader some hundred…?" shaking her head she skipped that conundrum, it wasn't important, "Despite opposition from her… uh, I think that's 'brothers'? … 'Brothers' and mother, the… 'Princess'… What the hell was her name, I can't read this script? … Joined forces with lord Ashitaka…Blah blah blah bad romance obviously… And fought off the '…' and its army of raised undead comprised of their fallen brethren, whom they were forced to fight… well that's down right nast-" the lighter was mere centimeters from lighting her current joy when lightning struck, literally outside and figuratively in Reki's mind, "Undead?" she immediately took her thumb off the cheap lighter, extinguishing the flame and stared at the page again.

Black eyes blinked for a second before she knew who this 'great evil' was, in fact she knew exactly why the 'swallow' clan had insisted on the aid of their old enemies the 'Okami', "Heh," a wicked smirk rose on her lips as she rolled up the scroll, tucking it away for access later as she gathered her notes and headed towards the door, "Always send for a dog when hunting a cat…"

As she headed towards the exit, the desk clerk couldn't wipe the smirk from her normally so lazy and uninterested features. This information was priceless, she would probably consider handing it over to the officials of the village, later, but right now the only person it mattered getting to was the last 'known' member of what was apparently the 'Swallow' clan of the Assassins, "And to think," Reki mumbled as she finally got around to lighting her cigarette, "I had to help that little twerp-" Immediately Reki stopped mid-sentence as a foreboding sense fell upon her.

Outside lighting flashed, momentarily lighting up the darkened passages of the Raikage's tower. Coal black eyes moved left then right as the dark haired woman stepped away cautiously from the entrance to the archives. Something was amiss, she could feel it in her bones, "Or it might just be that ominous black shadow the size of a bijuu radiating killing intent surrounding that terribly dark figure at the other end of the foyer…" the desk clerk said flatly as she removed the cigarette lighter from the vicinity of her mouth, breathing smoke out slowly through her nose as thin eyes just stared ahead at what was in front of her.

The Nibi waved it's terrible twin tails aggressively, shown only in the shadow it projected on the wall. The only 'warning' Reki received was the inhuman growl that released from the bottom of Yugito's chest as her possessed copper slit eyes glared at the woman nonchalantly staring behind her glasses.

"Heh," Reki gave a mirthless laugh, right hand sliding behind her back, "Is that what you call a threat?" her head tilted lightly as she took another drag, slowly pulling a long metal weapon from her back pouch. A chain rattled that grabbed the Nibi container's attention, directing its eyes on the odd object in the woman's hand. Reki smirked wickedly around her cigarette, a violent glare entering her eyes, "I'll show you something threatening…"

In an instant the black haired woman removed the cigarette from her mouth, spewing out as much ash smoke as possible, the Nibi could feel the woman's chakra feeding into the smoke, enlarging it. Then there was a swift flick of her right wrist as the strange object revealed to be a Tessen, a metal folding battle fan with black fabric and a flower print of tiny white flowers gathered in small bunches, "Do you know what these white flowers mean?" she spoke softly, closing her eyes and flicking her wrist, letting the chain attached to the ring on the bottom of the fan fall to the ground.

The Nibi narrowed its stolen human eyes, whatever this woman had to say meant nothing, she was of no value to it, merely an insect in its path. For some reason Yugito's body clinched anyway, tightening her grip on the unconscious girl in her arms, even if she was not in control of her body at the moment, the blonde knew and it showed through her body's action.

Reki took another drag, breathing out slowly, having her eyes still closed, "What most people mistake on this fan to be 'Baby's Breath' and over all ignoring its significance, assuming it's a useless side decoration of a flower, is actually Hemlock," Her eyes flashed open, wider and fiercer than anyone had ever seen them, but perhaps that had something to do with their sudden change in color. The hand that held her cigarette grabbed the edge of her glasses, slowly taking them off as she savored the slight widening of the Bijuu container's eyes, "And Hemlock solely means 'Death'," a flick of her wrist and the glasses went flying to the other side of the room. The crash of glass was accented by the rumble of the building thunder, as the retained cigarette burned brighter, the smoke from it rising to cross her gaze as she stared at the beast…

With fully matured Sharingan eyes.

The shadow of the Nibi seemed to grow as its fur stood on end, an unimaginably terrifying yowl escaping its possessed jailer's throat. There was no Bijuu in existence that didn't despise those cursed eyes and it wanted nothing more than to claw them out…

Reki smirked a wide and wicked grin, "I never show these off, but seeing as you stole what's essentially my granddaughter, how could I live with myself knowing I let you get away without trying my hardest?" she crossed her arms over her chest, flicking ash around her, "Let's dance," and with that she lowered the fan, pumping it full of chakra and gathering the spread ash, causing a smoke screen to coalesce into the form of a serpentine dragon that roared as it headed towards the Nibi, "Shinder Doragon!"

A sudden roar and violent shaking sent Kemui into the closest wall. Bracing herself, the white haired woman's eyes narrowed, "That wasn't the thunder," she stated, looking around and moving from the wooden wall once the sound dissipated. A growl entered her voice as her white brows furrowed, "And that definitely wasn't the Nibi," gripping her knife she continued down the hall, not even once looking back at the purple-black ghost cat following close at her heels.

Batsuko stared ahead, a serious look on its face for once. While the dog may not have noticed, it certainly sensed the heavy use of chakra, both the Nibi's and something else. True, whatever mortal was foolish enough to face the Nibi wouldn't get very far fighting the demonic twin-tails but the idea that someone was stupid enough to fight it, especially while it held onto the young girl…

The bakeneko growled, flicking its forked tail as it whizzed past the assassin just as they turned the corner into a wide open room. As soon as Batsuko is through the door the cat immediately stops, arching its back with ghostly fur on end as it spits as the 'thing' before it.

Kemui turns into the room just as something is thrown rather viciously into the wall to her left, making a disturbing sound as blood flies and bones break. The assassin doesn't even give whoever it is a passing glance, they did their job, stall that damnable beast so she could catch up and cut it to pieces. Instantly the woman's left hand is next to her face, the blade in it pointed directly at the possessed form of Yugito, grey glowing eye zeroed on her target.

The cat's eyes hooded in a sinister way as the lighting outside flashed, reminding them momentarily of the storm building outside the floor to ceiling windows. It held the body of the small girl in its arms tightly, claws extending from the possessed young woman's hands as her grip constricted, cutting into the small girl's bare arms and legs. Even in the unconscious sleep forced upon her Yorihi flinched, pain showing on her face as small amounts of blood trickled down her wounds…

Only Batsuko noticed the malevolent chakra sizzling up from the wounds inflicted by the possessed Jinchuuriki's claws, its emerald eyes narrowing in disgust…

Kemui didn't notice a thing, she saw her student in pain, she saw claws on her flesh, and most importantly she saw the blood of her Lord's daughter flowing…

Chakra as cold as ice flooded the room with all the killing intent the Assassin had as she openly growled with no remorse, ready to skewer the 'Thing' that dared to harm her-

"KEMUI DON'T!"

The white woman stopped mid-step, muscles tense as she was within striking distance; the only thing stopping her from her suicidal attack on the Nibi was that voice. She knew it, somewhere in the back of her mind she recognized it, sensed the vehemence in that voice and it made her pause, not that her eyes weren't strictly on the beast before her.

"Don't you dare!" the voice growled, reaching low tones that registered something primal in the far-gone Assassin's mind. There was a slick sound as the person moved bloody hands along the floor, trying to right her position as her photographic eyes held everything in crystal clarity, "Don't let it tempt…" she lapsed into a coughing fit, reminded of the pain in her chest and the likelihood of a collapsed lung.

Whatever medical training Kemui had jumped to the forefront of her mind. She knew those sounds, knew the possible condition the woman was in thanks to her own breaking experience against the beast's killing intent, while this woman had to have faced a far more gruesome fate with the amount of chakra dissipated in the air.

"Khe Khe Khe," the cat in the young woman's body laughed at the 'human' drama before it, could tell the emotions the foolish mortals had displayed on their features, the heart-wrenching decision faced to that dog. The Nibi felt nothing of remorse, it only felt gratification at the suffering caused, watching that white dog's eyes flicker back and forth, undetermined what to do. It apparently had some conscience, or the red-mitsudomoe eyed woman was somehow 'important' to it. The cat could only laugh at its luck, unintentionally causing that beast pain after thwarting an 'unskilled' Sharingan user. Delicious irony.

Kemui unconsciously growls at the beast laughing in front of her.

The cat sneers for a moment more, nearly dangling Yorihi in an attempt to goad the dog into some kind of attack. An itch in the back of its mind tells it to hurry, its Jailor was scratching at the edges of its consciousness. This needed to be corrected; it didn't have time to waste on the dog. With one last sneer and threatening growl in its stolen throat the possessed jinchuuriki begins to fade away.

Kemui's hands are white fists at her sides, her jaw painfully clinched as the cat sneers. It takes a moment but she slowly realizes its fading, planning to move to another location, only slowing its process as a means to taunt her undoubtedly. Despite this, rational thought and years of training, the Assassin takes a step forward, intent on following the thing-

-Only for a firm hand to grab her around the ankle and hold her in place.

Correcting her stance, never moving her gaze until the Nibi and its hostage are completely gone, only then does the white woman bother to look down at what had restrained her. What she sees causes the pupils in her grey eyes to shrink considerably in shock. There, glare furiously up at her under bloody black bangs are two fully matured sharingan eyes.

"Settle the fuck down," Reki's rasping growl of a voice startles the woman for a moment. The black haired woman takes deep rasping breathes, trying to keep herself going as she stares up at the Assassin, her eyes boring into the younger woman, assuring her she won't let go, even in death, unless she calms down.

"Tch," Kemui's white brows furrow, the closest thing to ascent she was going to give in this moment.

"Heh," Reki gives a bloody smirk, letting go of the younger woman's ankle and with a deep, labored sigh leans back to prop herself up against the wall.

Grey eyes calmed only the slightest at the sight of the strong older woman. Kemui respected the desk clerk, not that she'd ever say it out loud, but it was moments like this, where the deceptively 'bored' woman could keep both calm and fury in measured check; calm to retain an assessment of a situation and fury to express her own rage letting her empathize with others in the same situation. After a moment Reki did nothing but lean against the wall, eyes shut in the barest hint of pain as one hand held the right side of her chest. Kemui's medical training kicked in, her mind finally settled enough to fully assess her senior's condition. –Strained gulping breathing, rasping sound, lifeless limbs, possible multiple fractures in her right arm, legs non-responsive, spinal damage? Trauma at least, shock hasn't settled yet, loss of blood…- the thought made the white woman cringe; only displayed by the slight narrowing of her eyes and crinkling at the edges. She knew, just by the amount of blood the woman's injuries were bad, add to that everything else and…

"Stop giving me that look," Reki cracked one blood red eye open, giving her junior a look with a strained and narrow glance, "I'm not dead yet…"

The look the white woman gives the black one is resolute anger, but the younger woman doesn't lash out, doesn't say a word, instead she reaches into her chest pocket and pulls out volumes of gauze and kneels down in front of the broken woman. Without a word and precise touches Kemui gives the desk clerk first aid, finding cuts and wrapping them, perhaps a slight bit tighter than necessary with the 'almost' scowl plastered all over her face.

Throughout it all Reki just stares ahead of her at nothing. Her mind blank as the Assassin treats her superficial wounds, at least in her opinion that's all they are. She takes a long deep breath, knowing this is perhaps the only way to get the woman to calm down, if a little. Her right arm twitches, being almost completely useless, it is numb so long as she doesn't move it but with every little twitch in its attempt to raise her spent filter to her lips sends a jolt of intense pain racking up and down the immobile appendage. A half grin makes it across Reki's blood caked lips. –To think, I'm too fucked up to smoke…- "Heh…"

A growling sound in front of her catches the Sharingan wielder's attention, and immediately she is face to face with the intense gaze of the dichotomously glowing eyes of Kemui. The white haired woman gives her obvious disapproval at the older woman's addiction, especially now when she is so close to death.

Reki's dying half-smile turns into a smirk as her thin Sharingan eyes memorize every detail of the younger woman in front of her, "I found what you were looking for…"

If Reki wasn't looking straight at her, and probably didn't have her bastard's bloodline on, she probably wouldn't have noticed the woman's eyes narrow just the slightest bit in anger, or the growl rising in her chest, "It's not important…"

"Bullshit," the desk clerk's mouth thins out, giving her that 'bored' look she was known for, "'it's not important', my ass, it deals with both you and that blonde girl…"

The Assassin's eyes harden just the minute bit more, and with her left eye rimmed in a glowing light it was somewhat more intimidating than normal, or maybe it was the growl in her voice as she gave her resolute response, "Don't tell me."

Reki narrows her already thin eyes, irritated at the woman's stubbornness, and knowing damn well it's a bitch to stare down a doujutsu user. It isn't until the white haired woman bristles and backs down slightly from the black haired woman's glare that she continues, "fine I won't spell it out for you," with a grunting effort Reki grips the Assassin's arm with her good one, "but know this, that cat has a grudge against your clan, one that's centuries and generations old," her grip tightens, digging her fingers into Kemui's exposed upper arms as much as possible as stares unblinkingly into the woman's grey eyes, proving just how serious what she was about to say was, "due to some pact your clan had with a rival clan they managed to subjugate the Nibi before, but only specific members of that clan could hold the beast and maintain their own self," the hand on the Assasin's arm trembled, but her eyes stayed firm, "Every generation or so someone in your clan is born different, born with the traits of that rival clan," due to her unflinching Sharingan Reki saw the pupils in Kemui's eyes shrink, her hand trembling more as she knew what she had to say, "You were the one that was meant to carry it."

Kemui just stared, her eyes as wide in surprise as they'd ever been.

Reki winced, partly from her pain and partly because of the shell-shocked look on the white haired woman's face. It just wasn't right, and she sure as hell wasn't used to it. –Since when does Satsu- no, 'Kemui', look so human?- she shifted, trying to get the image out of her mind, damn Sharingan wouldn't have it so she closed her eyes, "From what I could tell, from what little records the northern clan shared with the one here, the old container was near death," one blood red eye cracked open, only to see the white haired woman with her head down in thought, "and you were around the right age to transfer the thing since you would have already developed a personality," she winced, gripping her side and taking a long breath, "I… I take it you weren't there… ah… w-when the transfer was to take place…"

Kemui didn't say anything, just kept her eyes hazed as she seemed to be looking at some long distant memory.

"Heh," the desk clerk leaned back, trying to relax as much as greavous wounds would allow, "I guess desperate times call for desperate measures…" her eyes trailed to the ceiling, "too bad though." When the black haired woman's 'lazy' looking eyes come back down they see a cigarette in front of them. Reki blinks her red Mitsudomoe eyes, before breaking out into a grin. She opens her mouth enough to grab the thing, enjoying the familiar feel for a moment before a distinct click and there's fire before her. Once the death stick is lit, the older woman takes a long drag before blowing it out her nose, "thanks…"

Kemui extinguishes the lighter and puts it away back in Reki's front pocket, still oddly quiet.

Reki stares at her once 'friend', debating with herself if she should continue or let the woman settle in her own mind first. An urge to cough rose in the desk clerk's throat, and the wheezing wasn't getting any better, there was a tug at her consciousness that was black and everything was starting to drag, even her Sharingan was becoming hazy. –Not a lot of time, huh…- Reki suppressed a cough by taking another drag, breathing out as slowly as possible, "I know you don't want to hear it, but…" a cough escaped her lips, small drips of blood covering her lips, "that girl is important, she was a baby and held that thing back for at least a year, according to the records that's almost unheard of." Red eyes closed, they were getting heavy and even the chakra drain was starting to affect her, "my guess is after what happened, someone from your clan resealed her and took her in hiding, that island… the one you found her on, it must have been a clan safe house," Reki's eyes cracked open to look straight at the white haired woman, a morose grin appearing on her face, "I guess the only ones you killed here were the ones stupid enough to get caught up in ninja politics…"

Kemui's eyes were stern, staring at the dying woman.

Reki gave a bitter laugh, one last grin before the dredges of darkness grabbed hold. She was tired, so, so tired. Slowly her blood red and black eyes closed.

There is an incomprehensible sound from Kemui's throat, like she wants to say something but no words will dare come out. Her white brows twitch as her eyes gaze at the woman who had taken care of her for a small portion of her life. If Assassins could mourn, this was as close as they got.

The white woman closed her eyes and nodded her head, prepared to leave and continue her hunt…

… so it was rather surprising when what should have been dead swiftly grabbed her around the arm with a grip that should not have been possible. Reki's eyes were hazy, still baring her bastard's bloodline but unfocused, this was that last she had in her, "Be wary of that cat, it knows your clan, the one you represent not the Assassins," her grip tightened and her black brows narrowed, "It knows your abilities, you can't fight it alone," with strength the dead should not possess, Reki pulled the white Assassin as close to her as possible, Kemui's single glowing rimmed grey eye mere centimeters from hazy Sharingan ones, "Trust me. Get. Help." there was a definite growl to the dying woman's rasping voice, "For once in your stubborn ass life, do what I tell you…" for a moment her hazy blood colored eyes hold the Assassin's.

Then her head lulls, arm going slack and her eyes close…

Kemui stares, eyes and face completely blank.

Then she stands up and turns away, "Hai… Taichou…" and she quickly leaves, she has a demon to hunt, a small girl to save, and when it was all over, a dear friend to bury.

Batsuko stays behind a moment, watching as the dog leaves, its whipping thin white tails behind her as her frustration and simmering anger keeps itself check just the slightest under her skin. The mythic creature can feel it, the anguish and sorrow in the woman's heart, she truly believes her 'un-mother' is dead. The Bakeneko's unusual emerald eyes turn back to the black haired blood-eye user, narrowing slightly as it waits for that final moment.

One moment, then two, even three pass and still the creature fails to release its soul.

A long ear flicks in both irritation and amusement. For one of 'those' kind it is surprisingly resilient, ignoring the Shingami's call and instead basking in the sheer nothingness of unconsciousness. The cat raises, takes a step or two forward and stares closer at the bloodied woman.

After a moment it grins. There is no reason to step over this corpse.

Cinder Dragon – Shinder Doragon

Mitsudomoe – A conjunction of three Tomoe swirling around each other (Mitsu – Threefold, Domoe- Variant spelling of Tomoe)

Tomoe – a Japanese symbol that looks like a comma, or the usual form of a Magatama

A/N: by all that is holy and unholy, somebody say something! or tell others and convert them to my awesomeness XD

srsly though, thanks for those that do read this, i do this mainly for myself cause i love this story and the characters i've made for it, as you can see they've kind of made themselves awesome :P

and before anyone complains i do have a logical explanation for Reki... you honestly think the Byakuugan is the only doujutsu Kumo would snatch? plus looking at the Uchiha stock, you don't think that maybe, in the last wars or so there would have been a defector or two? and maybe, just maybe due to their Uchiha craziness they wouldn't have commited unspeakable acts to beget kids that despise their 'herritage'? well for a more detailed explanation of her history, ask me, or wait for the next (or probably after next) chappy where she'll probably explain it anyway :D

so, review peeps, you know you wanna XD

till next -Salute-waves- Arivadeci! Mina!

-Ikasury