A/N: Introducing, an old friend.

Omi's POV:

At times, Omi felt he was cunning, capable, and quiet. At other times, such as now, he felt doubt in his abilities. It would only take one false move from him to be discovered by Chase Young, whose home the little monk currently found himself in. Just one misstep and this whole trip would have been for nothing. If Omi planned on doing anything (and he did), he would have to execute it fast and flawlessly right this very second and leave just as quickly as he came.

'This moment or not...' He thought, before taking a quiet breath in through his nose and muttering, "Inner Darkness..."

Years ago...

The smoke began to take shape, forming into the face of a young woman.

She sat proudly in front of a golden vanity. A lock of long ,black hair was brushed back by a brown lotus comb. Sparkling blue eyes looked up into the reflective surface of the mirror and began to study the face that stared back. In her focus on brushing her hair, she drew her bottom lip in unknowingly. Suddenly, her eyes shifted to look up at a new figure, caught in the mirror's reflection along with her own. Instantly, she seemed to know exactly who this person was, and exactly what his intentions were.

"Judging me again, Chase? Are you?" The woman suddenly piped up, turning slowly face her friend, "You could've just told me you were coming in."

The person in question was a male, just a few years older than the girl. With their matching raven hair, one would assume that they were siblings, if it weren't for the contrasting colors between their skin and eyes. One with a slight yellowish tinge to it and hazel eyes, and the other with blue eyes and pale skin. Another difference was their smiles, because while the female held a light grin, her male companion kept a stern expression.

"You shouldn't be biting, Sunnu." He commented, "And you'll never sharpen your instincts if you allow yourself to become distracted... Or by having me announce myself."

"Thats your concern?" The female, now dubbed Sunnu, asked as she rose suddenly from her chair. "My well being over yours?"

She crossed the room, over to Chase's side. She looked up at him before poking him with her slim finger. He didn't react much, except for a ghost of a smile dusting over his own lips as he lightly batted her hand away from him. A brief yet friendly gesture between the pair. Though, despite the friendly visit, the woman still let out a heavy sigh of annoyance before speaking up again.

"I should tell my brother that you've been spying on me again." She teased, good heartedly. "He and Dashi have been talking about that, you know?"

"What do they say?" He really didn't sound interested in this, more so just as annoyed as Sunnu was.

"I'll get back to you on that one." The girl said quickly as she went to leave the room, only to be stopped when a hand grabbed at her braided hair loop,

Her eyes shifted just a bit to look over to her friend, and found that he was now holding her in place. Sunnu frowned, and took a few steps back into the room. He still didn't seem interested in what she was keeping from him, but it was obvious that this conversation wasn't over yet.

"You know I love you, idiot." It wasn't a question, rather a blunt statement.

"Of course." Sunnu said in an equally blunt voice, trying to free her hair again as carefully as she could, before finally giving up and dropping her arms to the side. "Why remind me?"

"Just in case." The rope of black was released finally, setting the other free as Sunnu finally turned fully around, a confused look etched on her face.

"I don't understand."

"Neither do I." Omi whispered, looking down at the glass heart in his hands one last time before tucking it back into his sleeve for the time being. "How could a little girl be the cause of any regret?"

The yellow child shook his head and peered out of a hole in his hiding place (where he had been since he first arrived in this place, just an hour ago actually) as looked back at the immortal man he had been looking at for the past few minutes. In that time, neither of them really moved much for some reason during this time, though Omi had a sinking suspicion on why that may have been.

"I have a front door, you know?" Suspicion confirmed.

"I was aware." Omi muttered, standing up slowly from his spot. "I didn't think I was welcome though..."

"You're not." A snap sounded shortly after, and the younger male found himself surrounded by an small group of cat like humans, all wearing different masks.

"Well, as Raimundo would say, this heightened quickly." Omi muttered, raising his hands slowly to his face in a defensive way, his trembling hand shaking a violent matter.

One of the members of the group stepped boldly forward and swatted at the boy, not causing any harm, but instead aiming for the object located in his pocket sleeve. It tumbled out onto the floor, not shattering despite its building material. This object caught the attention of all of those present, specifically the oldest one in the room.

"Where did you get that?" It was a calm question, but something else was lining his tone.

"It was hidden by master Dashi and Dojo." Omi began, not really answering the question as he looked up slowly, silently asking his own questions as he spoke, trying to search for a way to word them into the same question or statement all at once until he finally found the perfect way.

"For a reason I don't understand..."

Ice coloured walls and freely growing vines seemed out of place in the room that now contained such a tense atmosphere. The younger monk felt as though it would eventually crush and kill him. Regardless of this, he remained quiet and respectfully standing in the home of who was supposed to be his enemy. They had been in this quiet standoff for what felt like hours, but in the back of Omi's mind, he knew that it had only been mere minutes.

Curious eyes finally shifting over, Omi's gaze soon landed on the older male, who was now sitting beside him. The glass heart slowly being flipping around in his hands as he silently examined it. The action was a curious one to Omi, but he didn't bother to ask about it. Instead he just simply went back to standing and waiting for an answer.

Hopefully that wouldn't be much longer, as the flipping suddenly stopped and the glass heart was offered back to Omi.

"How much did it show you?" Chase asked, not once looking up at the child.

"Enough," Omi replied, slowly taking the glass back with both hands before tucking it safely away in his sleeve.

"You know that doesn't answer my question." A roll of the eyes followed this.

'Since it's your regrets, then you should know what it showed me.' Omi thought, knowing that saying this comment out loud would probably have been a fatal error on his end, if not the last thing he would ever say. "There was a little girl ther-"

"Sunnu."

"Sunnu." Omi repeated as a way of correcting himself, "Sunnu was in the glass, and you were with her."

Omi stopped, feeling as though he had said enough. The question was answered, and the rest of the fill in the blanks could be figured out by either one of them. With that, he retreated back to his silence, but not for as long as the last time.

"She was 16." Chase muttered suddenly, sounding a mix of annoyed and something else as he spoke.

"Is that important?" Omi asked, frowning.

"Stop calling her a little girl." Chase replied bluntly, the earlier annoyance showing through just a little more.

"So you heard me the first time?" Omi blushed lightly at this thought, mentally face palming at his inability to whisper.

"Yes." That much had been obvious.

"She really seemed younger than that..." Omi muttered, but soon realized that this banter was drawing them away from the true concern at hand. "Was she a monk?"

This could be a trick question, as even Omi knew that there were very few female monks as of now. And in ancient times, it was almost unheard of that a woman would be a fighter. He hardly counted Wuya in this though, as the rules seemed to bend quite a bit when it came to the women of Heylin. Still, the question was out there now and he was curious to know. However, when Omi finally looked over at the other, he found that the older man had gone very still and that his eyes were closed now. The expression on his face was completely unreadable, as it usually was.

"No." This response was again, blunt.

"I don't understand. Then wh-" Omi was cut off, this time by Chase suddenly taking back the glass heart from Omi's sleeve, only to place it onto Omi's hands just as quick. "Wha-"

In an instance, Omi realized that this must have been a silent way of saying that he now had the other's permission to use the heart again. Maybe to see the whole thing through this time. Nodding, Omi slowly held up the glass heart and muttered the two simple words that activated the device.

Sunnu soon appeared slowly in a mist of fog, only this time the smoke was white, and she seemed a touch older then she had before. She was laying on her right side now, in an unknown location, and her blue eyes were closed now.

'Shes sleeping?' Omi thought, looking a little deeper into the glass just as the fog began to shift from white to grey.

Dashi soon entered the clearing within the glass, slowly approaching Sunnu where she seemingly slept, and kneeling before her. He seemed calm, but also saddened by something as he reached out and began lightly touched her thin shoulder. The young woman didn't stirr from the touch, but her limp laying form rolled slowly to her back, but it seemed more like she had not been the one to move herself. From this new angle, her bright smile was still clear across her pale skin, which was almost bone white in this image. By now, the fog had blackened and now covered Dashi's image and enough of Sunnu's body that only her head could be seen. From this close, a small trickle of red could be seen from her ear.

"I don't understand." Omi muttered, though he never once looked away. "Wh-"

The moment his words died in his throat, the smokey fog began to thin out, revealing that the red extended passed Sunnu's ear. It thickened down her jaw, becoming a thick line as it dipped down her throat and ending in a pool of deep red around the place where her heart would be. Across the way, two swords lay near her in an X pattern. One was clean and still shining, and the other was dulled and... Stained with red.

Just by holding the glass, Omi felt dread and panic wash over him, realizing now that Sunnu had not been sleeping as he had once thought. She was dead, and the moment that settled in he just wanted to look away, at the same time that he didn't want to leave Sunnu alone in the glass heart. Shaking hands decided for him one to do, as the heart suddenly fell from his hands and onto the floor, the image shattering into nothingness before it had a chance to hit the ground. It was a relief that the image was gone, but now reality was back, and that was twice as horrible knowing what he did now.