Finally!!! After so long I'm finally getting my fiction up!!! Okay, I'd like to thank my friends: Starling, Gem, Becky, and Kar. Starling for being almost my co-author on this entire thing, reading and re-reading this fiction, fixing grammar and spelling. Big help and thanks! ^_^! Gem for helping when I had writer's block. She continues to push me into writing this. My sis Becky for helping with the creations of most of the warlords, I couldn't do it without her demented demon mind. And to Kar, when my luck was going so bad, he fixed it, getting this chapter back to me when all else failed. He called me an ungrateful whelp but hell; I probably deserved that. Oh and he helped with the choosing of the lyrics for this fic, thanks babe ^^!

Forgotten Future By Jealousy

Chapter one "Start at the End"

"Iron birds of fortune Adrift above the skies Cloudy revelations Unseen by naked eyes Flying tools of torment Will penetrate the sphere Erupt the rock of ages Bringing final fear What it really matter When nothing really counts Grave eternal darkness When drained of every ounce And when the nightmare's over The final from the storm Dust of all creation To ashes we transform Instruments of destruction Tools of power plays It's a violent eruption Existence drips away"

The year was 2048. Master Talpa of the Nether Realm ruled all. The cities. The people. The planet. After the defeat of the Ronin Warriors in the third war with Talpa, he proclaimed himself emperor of both realms, assuming full power. The fear and hatred in people's hearts had allowed him and his evil minions to infiltrate into the most vulnerable part of the mortal world, Toyama. Humans were so easy to manipulate; their weak minds and dark desires were almost too easy to control. There was practically no struggle at all; all submitted effortlessly to the dark side deep in their hearts, which Talpa nurtured with ambitious loving care. Reaping the fruit of his careful labor, he unleashed his newly converted minions upon the Ronins, who could not find the will in their caring hearts to smite down their beloved race, their beloved families, and their beloved friends. Thus, the Ronins could not resist capture and came at last to be at Talpa's mercy. To ensure himself of a permanent victory, Talpa decided to publicly execute the Ronins with the intention of taking away all of humanity's hope and leaving them with no desire for rebellion. This decision crushed humanity's spirits and left them forever scarred; blank faced depressants with no heroes to save them from the complete obliteration of what had once been their world. Most of the world remained the same, except the fact that there was no democracy and Toyama lay in ruins. Run-down skyscrapers and litter-covered streets lined the horizon. The dark, almost black clouds never ceased. Never gave a glimpse of blue sky. Humanity was transmuted into a pale, livid, lifeless thing, which knew neither savoir, nor hope for the coveted emancipation they so desperately sought. Two shadowed figures sat on a dilapidated rooftop watching this grief- inflicting scene; both sighing empathetically simultaneously. A slow smile crossed the younger figure's face, speaking with a thick New York accent she remarked, "You actually think I can do this? Me only?" The other, with flowing blue hair, which swirled gently in the invisible cold breeze, nodded slightly. "You're only half right Trinidy -you're not the only one doing this." The strange echo in her voice made her sound distant and far away, echoing like water churning in the deep stormy green sea. The girl with blood- colored eyes twisted her neck around and stared at her companion. "What are you talkin' 'bout?" "I have chosen two partners for you; the first is a young man who is half angel." The one called Trinidy snorted. "My kind don' get along with the heavens very well, Kayura." The blue haired woman returned the gesture by rolling her eyes. "As I was saying, the second is the granddaughter of an old friend of mine." You talk to much, Kayura, take a break and enjoy the breeze, Trinidy thought wearily as she turned her attention to the turbulent sky, her raven hair dancing delicately with the zephyr. The moderate smile returned, eyes closed in relaxation. She was enjoying this moment, taking all the sensations in as if she was memorizing the ambiance. Kayura watched her friend, frowning at her lack of seriousness in this matter. But she considered Trinidy was only trying not to think of the duty ahead. As if to reassure her, Kayura blurted out, "I'm sorry you have to deal with the Dynasty again; I know how much you despise them for..." Trinidy quickly waved her hand, dismissing the subject. Oh that was smart, Kayura thought as she cleared her throat. She was stammering today, since this evening the three would meet, the new warriors to free the incarcerated world. She wasn't worried about the other two, it was Trinidy. The girl was not one to trust people at first glance. "So you understand your mission?" "Perfectly," the teenage girl replied. Her eyes scanned the sky, watching the stormy atmosphere. Thick clouds sealed away the midnight diamonds. "It's been along time since I've seen the stars," she added as an afterthought. Kayura perceptibly wasn't listening. "Good, you'll meet the others tonight. Anything else you need to know?" Kayura's questions were obviously beginning to annoy Trinidy, chiefly since Kayura's brain would not register anything besides the plan. "Yea, where?" She asked, exasperated. "The subway station up the street." Kayura pointed in the general direction. Trinidy nodded, her mind wandering off again. At that point in time, the dark purple gem, which hung from her neck, shimmered with a light that came from within. There was no sun or any light to reflect off it. Kayura smiled virtually dotingly, eyes shifting to the spirit stone, her creation. Trinidy reached up and clenched long white fingers around the gem. Her face contorted, like she was listening to voices no one else heard. She tightened her grip, red nails clicking against the stone. "It says it's ready to go," She stated bluntly. Most people would consider that odd, but Kayura looked unfazed. With staff in hand, she rose, her long blue and white robes fluttering with the wind. Tilting her head back, she glanced at the whirlpool of clouds circling the heavens. Afterward, the ancient gazed upon the girl. "Good at least one of you are," She grinned at her companion. Trinidy gave a slight twitch of mouth, her head giving a gentle bob. Slim fingers still clutched the gemstone. Scarlet eyes gazed at the sky in a haze. Kayura subsequently apprehended all of Trinidy's movements of responses seemed lethargic today. The walk up the stairs had taken longer, the girl lagging behind. When they reached their destination, she sat and didn't move again, staring vacantly at the godforsaken sky. The grin faded to a grave frown. Her sapphire eyes filled with concern as she studied her friend. Trinidy sat motionless, eyes clouded in deep thought. The scowl deepened as she noticed her skin was an off-white paper hue. Those crimson eyes didn't show the power or energy they generally held. That febrile intensity gone. "Trin..." she whispered wearily, bringing up the subject Trinidy always strived to avoid. "You didn't feed, did you?" Trinidy's entire demeanor contorted within an instant to one of raging anger. Eyes narrowed into slits, a dangerous glare. Mouth curled in a snarl, baring two pearl white fangs. "No and I don't care," she snapped. The ancient's brow knit together.

"You know this is important and yet to weaken yourself like this," She replied angrily. The vampire's eyes averted. The snarl gradually dissolved from her features, mouth altered into a thin line. Kayura continued, though her friend didn't fancy to prolong. "You've been fine for the last few years; why are you in sudden depression?" Trinidy sighed and whispered in an detached voice: "I've blocked them out." She ran a hand through the silken black hair. "The memories. They're back again, plaguing my everything thought." Kayura inhaled acutely as she stared at Trinidy. Don't give out on me now, Trin! I need you! Kayura had to articulate something that would knock her out of it. She didn't like reprimanding Trinidy but at this point it was needed. She narrowed her eyes and scorned in a harsh, firm tone, "Trin, they've been dead for more than 4 decades. Your family isn't coming back; I'm sorry to say that, but snap out of it, you have a job to do." Kayura's words stung, like a slap in the face. However, it seemed to be successful. Trinidy shook the haze of memories from her mind and climbed to her feet, the worn combat boots scrap against the concert roof. Her cherry eyes avoiding her guardian's. Trinidy nearly jerked when a small hand lay on her shoulder. She glanced and was surprised to see Kayura wasn't scowling, wasn't frowning; she didn't appear mad at all. She was smiling softly. The ancient then said: "Don't worry about it, we all zone out sometimes, now come on, let's go." Trinidy nodded reluctantly and then cursed herself. She wasn't ready to go yet! She had to go back and fight Talpa! The raven-haired girl sighed and stood, her trench coat waving wildly in the wind; her jaw clenched stubbornly. She hated this. A flash of an image appeared in her mind. A man with fiery red eyes, smirking smugly. No, she didn't hate this compared to him. The mission looked like a teddy bear compared to the scarlet eyed bastard. The devil of devils. He was the core incentive she had accepted this task, to take up the sword against the dark lord. Fight Talpa to gain revenge. Sweet deal for someone with nothing to lose. She shook the dark thoughts away, trailing Kayura down the staircase.

1989 1:54 Am, Mia's mansion Hashiba Rowan sat on the end of his bed, remote in hand, channel surfing for something interesting to watch. Unsuccessful, he clinked the 'off' button. The screen flashed, and the image of a game show contestant screaming and jumping around, because she just won a million dollars, disappeared. He lay back on his blue sheets, his hands resting on the back of his head. His half naked body sank into the comforter. His thoughts turned back to the girl again, for the hundredth time. The Ronin of Life couldn't stop thinking about her. That afternoon he was in the city, window-shopping for lack of something to do. His eyes scanned the window of a clothes store. Manicheans dressed with the new and latest styles. He sighed, Maybe I should have gone with the guys. The other Ronins had decided to stay in Toyama for clubbing. Rowan decided to return home after dusk, barhopping was really not his best interest. However if it was something to do, maybe he should have risked the torments of blaring music and glow sticks. His hands were shoved into his loose-fitting jeans, a blue plaid flannel thrown over a green T-shirt. The Ronin let out a soft groan, already depleted. He began to stride along the sidewalk, unhurried. "Rowan Of Strata!" A voice screeched. Rowan blinked, pausing in his tracks. His mind not register that the only individuals who identify him by that name were the Dynasty or other Ronins. Twisting around, he caught sight of a running girl. The teenage girl was dressed in a black kimono tied with a sky blue sash, her long hair held in a loose braid, which was coming undone at the ends. Her feet were barefoot, the right one bleeding from running on the broken street tar. Seemingly ignoring the pain, she rushed to him, seizing his arm. Out of breath and lament, she tugged tightly on his lean muscular arm. Rowan, unsure what to do, place his hand on her shoulder, attempting to comfort her. However, before he could speak, his fingers rubbed the fabric on her arm. It was moist, sticking to her skin like still wet glue. Narrowing his eyes in confusion, he pulled his hand away. Fingers were a tainted scarlet. "Strata...you...have to help me! Please he's coming!" she pleaded, apparently out of breath. Her eyes darted around wildly. The name and the realization finally connected. "How did you.. What's wrong? Who's coming?" he breathed out, recovering from shock. She opened her mouth to answer his questions, but a scream rose from her throat. A muscular arm had wrapped itself around her slim waist, jerking her backward. The arm belonged to a man in black and geta on his feet. Her hands gripped rowan arm tightly, slipping down his arm from the tug, causing an Indian burn affect. "Lord Damien!! I'm sorry!! NO!!! Please!!" she sobbed desperately. Tears cascaded down her face in heavy streams. "You will pay for disobeying me," the ebony and crimson haired man replied coldly, yanking her from the bearer of Strata. Rowan realized this man was from the dynasty! He grasped the girl's forearms, pulling her to him. The man's red eyes blazed with rage, and he roared: "She is not your concern, Ronin!" It was like a tug-of-war, but instead of a steady rope, it was a helpless girl being torn from freedom. The Ronin worried that they would split her in two. Rowan glanced at the girl's face, her appearance red from weeping, both in pain and fear. This encouraged Rowan. I have to safe her! he ground his teeth; his heels digging into the pavement for support. His arms burned with strain, but it wasn't relevant; all that mattered was this girl's safety. Abruptly the man gave a fierce tug, and the young woman slipped from Rowan's touch. The blue haired man plummet backward; he cried out in pain when his head struck the brick wall of the building. He saw white stars blurring his vision, on the verge of losing consciousness. The man flipped the girl over his shoulder roughly. The poor girl groaned as the air was knocked out from her lungs. The man ignored her and tore off down the street, having no trouble restraining the struggling girl. The ice-eyed girl let out a loud shriek: "Rowan!!!!" The warrior of life shook his dazed head. Unstably, he ascended to his feet. Another scream broke Rowan from the haze of throbbing pain and distorted eyesight. Eyes shot up to watch the man before he dashed after him. His sneakers pounded against the tar heavily. Rowan thought his armor would be nice to have at that moment but he had stupidly left the armor orb at home, thinking he no longer needed it. Obviously he was wrong. The man rushed through the crowd of terrified onlookers. Most of them moved aside, some of them stayed frozen in the trek. Rowan scurried through them, chasing the kidnapper through. He heard someone yell "Police!" but he paid no heed, the law officers were no match for the dynasty. The man took a sharp turn into an alley adjacent to a tall building. Abruptly the girl's screams diminished. Rowan pitted to a halt and curved into the same alley, then brusquely slid to a stop. Nothing except piles of trash and one starving black cat were in the dead-ended alley. Rowan shook himself from the memory, trembling slightly. The image of panic on the girl's face when the dynasty warrior seized her from his hands played yet again in his mind. He caressed his sore arm, feeling the scabs left by her fingernails. The Ronin was guilt stricken, thinking he could have saved her if only he held on. If only he had his armor. If only.... The other Ronins and Mia were out of town for the night, still club hopping in the city. The Ronin of Life rolled over on his side, resting his tired head on an elbow. He sighed, electing to fret about it in the morning; he required sleep. Rowan laughed mentally. Yea the dynasty can always wait 'til later. Nevertheless he knew he couldn't do anything by himself anyhow; he'd have to wait for the others to return. And how would he get into the Nether realm anyway? There weren't any gates open. Yet... He weakly clawed his way up to the pillow, and then flopped down upon its thick feathery cushion. He breathed out contently, accepting hopefully dreamless slumber. Outside three shadows stood under the darkness of the chartreuse trees. "Now?" a stern male voice asked. "Not yet, Master Talpa's orders," a young feminine voice answered dryly. "Let's go," The third voice ordered; this time it was of a cold, emotionless sounding man. He turned and disappeared into the darkness. The others looked at each other, acquiesced and did the same.

Same time, dynasty Three darkened figures stood in the murky throne room, positioned in a semi half circle. Flickers of blue fire lit only portions of their body, making it impossible to determine their identities. "This waiting is irritating. How long until they return?" A woman's voice whined, a trill in her tone. "Quiet Eris, they'll be back any Earth minute now," another female snapped, her words slurred with an Irish accent. The one called Eris huffed. No sooner had she done so, three more figures appeared. The fires flared brightly on their arrival. It illuminated each figure's features. The first individuals were two females and a man. The slender shaped one, Eris, had fair skin of white cream. and wavy pallid hair. Aqua eyes gave the impression of innocent laughter as she watched them, but the expression on her face told different. The sadistic smile curled on her rose red lips. The kimono dressed on her slim body was a perfect match to the blue orbs. Patterns of the celestial night sky, stars of the Milky Way, lined the trim. She murmured a soft welcome. The other woman was a good-sized lady, not slender like Eris but not chubby either. She was more muscle then anything. She snorted. Thick black hair fell to her shoulders, kept at bay by a red bandana tied around her head. The fabric of her kimono was a similar color as the headband. Cold midnight eyes didn't bother to look at them, instead the woman walked to the far side of the room. She leaned against a post supporting the paper walls, her eyes closed. The man had a well-built figure with the skin the color of piecrust. His clothes were a dark orange. Amber eyes stared at them, the dim blue light making them appear golden. His dirty blond hair was brushed back, though a few strands escaped the hold, curling around his face. He nodded to the newcomers. The new arrivals were two men and a lady. The woman was obviously not of the human species. She had a muscled body, yet still petite. The kimono she wore was a soft green and framed her body. A picture of a two tigers entwined together embroidered on the back. Slick auburn hair fell to her jawbone, which she pushed back with a clawed hand. Her blazing green eyes, which had slits for pupils, seemed to glow in the darkness. At her feet and hands were claws, and a thick fur coated them, similar to a tiger's. To match, her ears were that of a feline, two stripes ran diagonal from her cheekbones and a tail that swung back and forth in an irritated manner. A man, who stood beside the cat woman, was a strangely pale one; his skin was almost as white as Eris' hair. When he grinned, two glistening fangs were revealed. His spiked hair was brown with ruby streaks here and there. His kimono framed his lean muscular body, the silk material a sleek black. Eris' eyes traveled over each bit of his body and came to rest on his face. She gave him a dazzling smile. "Hello oh fearless leader," She muttered, each syllable oozing with honey. He slowly smirked, his scarlet orbs returning the lingering stare. The final person was a stern looking male with long black hair. His black eyes were cloudy and unfocused, as if deep in thought. Then he looked to the other individuals and said in almost a whisper tone, "I'm going to rest..." And with that, he vanished. The others didn't seem to notice. The cat woman sighed. "I hate that ve must vait to attack those vorthless mortals," she affirmed, her voice thick, making it hard to speak various sounds. "I agree. I detest the fact that they know not of what fate awaits them. Don't you agree, Damien?" Eris chimed in, her gaze shifting from the cat to the 'fearless leader'. Damien smirked and replied, "I can only bend to Lord Talpa's will even if I Do not agree with his strategy." Eris indicated agreement and tread closer to Damien, her hips swayed to the left. "But why can't we just have a little..." She paused to wet her already glossy lips. "Fun? Hmm?" The lopsided grin of Damien's lips widened. The blond man shot a glare at Damien and stepped forward. He placed a firm hand on the woman's shoulder. The fingers gripped and drew her back, saying, "Come now, love, stop flirting. I would like to hear of the Ronins." Eris sneered at the man, ripping her shoulder from his grasp in a quick jerk. "Don't call me love, Agaeries. Especially don't TOUCH me!" She spat. "Don't be so cold Eris, sweet, it's not nice," Damien said. Eris crossed her small arms over her chest and pouted. Agaeries constricted his eyes fumingly at his leader. There was an odd silence for a moment before the raven- manned warlord cleared her throat. Damien glanced at the female, tilting his head to the side. "Why are you hiding in the shadows, mutt?" He asked, his voice dripping with mockery. His insults were encouraged by Eris' sniggers. The woman's midnight eyes blazed with anger. She appeared to be furious. Her nostrils flared as she flung her head in the opposite direction as though to ignore the insult. "Just report what ye saw so I may get away from yer digesting odor," She ordered coolly. Damien leered, grinning smugly. Eris had a tint of evil laughter in her eyes and a smirk to match. Agaeries tried to hide a grin and the cat woman rolled her eyes. "Stop tormenting A-sago-na.." The woman commanded, attempted to say the lady's name correctly but failing miserably. The three became howling with laughter. Adsagsona, which the cat woman had meant to say, stepped up. She raised her chin dauntingly and told the cat, "Ashka, tell me what those... dung eaters say later, I'm leaving," She then left like the silent man had done. The cat woman, Ashka, gave the trio whom were laughing hysterically a look of disgusted hatred. "You are all Immature..." She spat sharply. Eris managed to muffled her cackle to say, "Come now, feline, you know the mutt has a quick temper. It's quite entertaining to get her so worked up over a simple thing." She grinned conceitedly. Ashka snarled, bearing her sharp little teeth. "Stop calling her that! She's no more a mutt then you are, wench!" Eris' smirk flickered into an angry scowl. "How dare you..." She breathed dangerously. Each female sneered at the other, ready to kill. The intensity in their stares could have caused electricity to spark. The blond moved between them, his hands raised to each as if to ward them off. "Ladies, now is not the time," he paused as he discerned Damien's face contort into a frown. "No let them. I've been in need of entertainment lately, after the thing with..." Agaeries finished for him, "The mistress? What did you do with that wench anyway?" He asked, completely forgetting the females who were inching closer, still furious. Eris growled at the mention of the mistress. "Oh, she was punished..." Damien was about to explain when interrupted by Ashka's shrilled voice. "Shut up Damien! No one vants to hear about yer fucking mistress' torments!" Damien slowly turned to the cat woman, his scarlet orbs glittering with Rage. A complete opposite attitude of his pervious arrogant, calm demeanor. His lips were thin and face sinister. In a blink of the eye, the warlord had Ashka by the throat. Up in the air. She gasped for air, frilling and struggling to get free. However the angry statement had not left her face. Damien growled and tightened his grip, grinding his fingers into her gullet. "Never snap at me, woman!" She let out a gargled hiss and lashed out at him with her clawed foot. It made contact with his face, scrapping the skin away with the nail sharp claws. The claws burrowed their way in, Damien jerked his head back and the nails removed from his cheek. She ripped three huge gashes across his cheek. He squeezed harder, ignoring the thick red liquid that flowed down his face. "I'm your leader and lord, second only to Talpa. Have respect or I'll kill you the next time you ever disoblige me again!" he growled, throwing the woman away but she vanished before she hit the floor. Eris sneered and gazed at Damien. "You put her in her place, lord." She smiled, a note of seduction in her voice. Eris gently brushed the blood away with her fingertips, but the wounds were completely gone, leaving smooth, scar less skin. Damien beamed at Eris and glanced at the other male warlord. "Be gone Agaeries, I must have a word with the lady," He spoke firmly. Agaeries frowned, recognizing that glint in his eyes. However, he swallowed back his jealous anger. He inclined his head in farewell and disappeared. Damien looked at the slender beauty. She wasn't exactly his taste but...His mistress would be out of commission for about another twenty-four hours. The transformation of human to vampire took approximately that much time. I'm not about to wait that long, He told himself, grinning at the female warlord. Especially if Eris is so willing to fill in. Eris smiles back, her tongue flicking over her teeth lightly. Damien's smile enlarged as he wrapped a strong arm around the woman's navel. "Now...how about that fun you were talking about..."

2048 12:01 am, Toyama subway station Trinidy hiked down the steps of the downtown subway, the concrete blocks a shattered mess. Her hands planted firmly in the pockets of her leather trench coat. She had been here before, once, when she was 15, with her family. It was a few days before her prom. Indeed she was a freshman but an upperclassman had asked her to accompany him. Her mother and she had dragged her father and brother, Kenji, into the city to shop. The girls shopped, the boys carried the luggage. How her mother's blue eyes sparkled with cheerfulness. Her smile was so beautiful. The Dynasty attacked, that very day. It was the last she ever saw her family. Her brother, father, and Mother. Gone forever. Trinidy bit her tongue sharply until the memory faded. A warm sweetness filled her mouth. She had drawn blood. At that moment, the vampire came to the bottom of the stairs. She glanced around. It was mainly the same as she recollected it, though not as nice. The walls were fractured, glass shards littered the ground. The poles that were supporting the ceiling were on the verge of collapsing. Then Trinidy noticed them. Two people stood in the mist of the boxes and broken carnage. A girl was busy checking her azure decorated fingernails. She had wisps of russet hair that curled around her pale face. Thick eyelashes outlined kind turquoise eyes. The young woman wore a white sundress and go-go boots. Pale hose made her small legs look sleek and elegant. A cerulean jewel, similar to Trinidy's, sat fixed to a sterling silver chain against her neck. Trinidy raised an eyebrow. This girl is going to help me fight the Dynasty? She thought frigidly. The raven-haired girl turned her eyes toward the man staring at her. She narrowed her blood colored eyes. He smirked, glaring back. His aura, the energy surrounding him, was...different from a normal human's. Almost too bright and a sense of holiness filled it. It made her feel sickened. He MUST be the angel, Trinidy determined coldly. The young man jerked his head to the side, throwing back his flaxen blond hair. Midnight eyes stared back at Trinidy, haughtily. A smaller image of her shape appearing on their dark surface. Trinidy noticed a pair of silvery-feathered wings stretched out behind him, bent to hug his shoulders. The fine silk feathers brushed his smooth powerfully built arms. They recoiled, flicking backward and folding neatly against his shoulders. That motion sent several transparent feathers floating to the ground. The angel cracked his knuckles, as if challenging the vampire. Trinidy's eye twitched; it took all her self-control not to pounce him and rip him to pieces. The gem around her neck flared brightly. Trinidy, stop. Trinidy heard the sound although it didn't come from anywhere but inside her mind. She recognized the voice instantly. It was Hades, the spirit enclosed in her gem. Hades, don't worry; I won't hurt him too badly, she stated mentally to the spirit, keeping her eyes locked on the blond haired angel. He's your comrade. If you can't get along with him, how are you going to save the world? Get another comrade, she replied sarcastically. Pierce Trinidy! Okay, okay... Jeez you sound just like Kayura. The dark purple light from the gem diminished. The vampire grunted, turning away from the man, scowling at her defeat in their little staring contest. She cleared her throat, giving a minor bow and declared: "Konnichiwa, watashi wa Pierce Trinidy desu." The petite brown haired girl blinked, confused-like. The angel perceived her discomfort then began repeating Trinidy's words in French. His voice was mesmerizing; it reminded Trinidy of Sirens who lured sailors' ships into rocks by their enchanting singing. He asked her something else. She nodded, smiling brightly. The brunette turned to Trinidy, speaking in English. "'Hank god, you spea' English; my Japanese is 'orrible. My 'ame is Nina Date." Her French diacritic spread on coagulated. "Sorry to say girlie, but your English isn't any better," Trinidy muttered, leaning on a wall covered in cobweb like cracks. Nina fortunately didn't hear. The angel did and said, smiling: "That's not very nice." Trinidy sneered at him, flipping her hair in an aggravated manner. The angel stepped forward, procured Trinidy's hand. He knelt like he was courting her and kissed her knuckles. "I, demon, am Jet Craven." The vampire ripped her hand from his grasp, a look of utter disgust on her face. "Don't call me 'demon,'" she snapped, rubbing her hand like his kiss had burned. Jet seated himself in his previous spot, pleased with himself. Trinidy continued to glare at him. The silence that lasted for what seemed a millennium was unbearable for Nina. She stood to the side watching the different species' glaring wars. She gathered all her courage and stepped forward, hoping to God the vampire girl wasn't going to beat the shit out of her. "Excuse me, why can't we just...uh...get along?" There was an odd little pause as Trinidy and Jet faced her. The human forced a smile, which soon wilted as she lost confidence under the stares of the two mythological beings. Suddenly the blond haired man broke into a rich laugh. Trinidy just smiled, choking back a snicker. After a minute of mirth from the both of them, it died down into silence. That bitter-tension-making silence. "So, you both know ze plan?" Nina requested suddenly. "Yup, we go back in time, save the world, and I get to go back to heaven," Jet responded complacently. The two females glanced at the man, eyebrows raised. "Zey won't lez you back in heaven?" the French girl solicited. "Yea, see it's like this: half breeds, like myself, can stay in heaven until they become 20 years of age then they must wander the earth until they do something honorable for mankind." Trinidy made a sound of disgust. "So you're just doing this so you can go home and live in paradise for all eternity?" The angel bobbed his head in a nod. "Pretty much." "Selfish pig," Trinidy muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. Jet raised a golden eye brow, eyes narrowing. He shrugged it off and turned his head away. "Creature of Satan," Jet mumbled loudly, his eyes traveling around the room. He observed the little insignificant things as he spoke. As if to say she wasn't supposed to hear. However his self-righteous simper gave him away. The vampire's eyes widened a touch. Creature...of...Satan..? The words rewound and played again in her head. A whisper in her ear only she could detect. Trinidy's head tilted to the side, a bitter smirk forming on her lips. She stated the fist thing that inserted into her brain, "Humans' slave," Her voice calm but deadly. The eye of the storm. The peaceful opening before the other half of the hurricane. She had put aside her opinion of angels but the teasing and the prodding. The fury was to resurface if this continued. Both locked eyes with the other, hostility mounting in the air. Nina fiddled with her fingers nervously, not sure what to do. This was bound to get physical, they were going to wage war soon. But how could I stop them?! A Half-breed angel and a vampire? No way! She stood aside, powerless. "Bloodsucker!" Jet growled, his voice swelling in volume. Why is she being so difficult? I was only kidding around and she went off on me! He thought angrily. Whatever hold Jet had on his temper was lost. "Winged ingrate!" the vampire barked, eyes flashing in anger. The hurricane was loose now. No, Trinidy, you can't! Just push the insults aside. It was taking most of her energy to stay where she was. "Pleze stop zis!" Nina cut in, a touch of desperation in her intonation. but it was no use; the angel strode a step forward, hands taut in fists. "Brainless harpy!" he howled. Looking at him was increasing her antagonism, Trinidy squeezed her eyes shut. She dug her fingernails into her palm. The sharp bone substance dug tiny crescent moons into the flesh. Stay calm, like Kayura said; we don't have time for casualties like killing stupid winged cowards! With each thought the fury in her reached a boiling point. Her eyes shot open and narrowed upon the blond. A scream of rage escaped Trinidy's lips as she ripped a sword out from inside her jacket, the metal against metal creating a slick scrapping sound. Couching down and subsequently pole-vaulting up, she leapt toward Jet. The vampire seemed to float for a brief half-second before gravity grabbed hold. The sword rose above her head as she plummeted toward Jet. The half- breed gaped in sudden realization she was going to do it. She practically smirked as her arms swung the blade downward. Her feet touched, legs stooped down with the blow. Nina screeched. "Trinidy!!!" an additional voice shrieked. Trinidy stopped dead; the blade inches from Jet's face. Jet breathed heavily, eyes squeezed shut, waiting the inevitable kill to come. The vampire slowly turned to look at the newcomer. Kayura stood in the doorway, holding the glowing gold staff; her eyes on Trinidy, disapproval written across her face. Trinidy straightened from her position over Jet, sliding her sword back into its sheath in one fluent movement. It made a tiny click, telling her it was locked in. The whole time she stared at the ground. Kayura turned her attention to the angel kneeling on the floor, still in a phase of shock. "Jet...Trinidy...I thought you two were more mature than this," she temporarily halted. Kayura sauntered between the teenagers, surveying them. The rings of the staff chattered with each step, echoing though the silence. "Do you have anything to say?" Kayura demanded firmly, eyeing the vampire. Trinidy stiffened under the guardian's gaze. "Sorry Kayura," she whispered. The vampire kept her eyes fixed on the ground, shifting her weight to her left foot. A tiny voice began to play in her head, like a jack in the box. The music increasing before pop. When the pop came, all she could see was oblivious darkness. "My lord, I'm sorry." Another voice popped out from the mist of her thoughts. "You know the penalty for escape," a man's voice hissed. The female voice made a few whimpering no's. Then a glass-shattering scream rose from the dark; it lessened into crying. "Trinidy!" Kayura screeched, grasping the vampire's shoulders, returning her back to reality. The dark veil over Trinidy's eyes disappeared. "What?" she said, almost dizzily. "Are you okay?" the ancient asked, concerned. "You suddenly convulsed and stopped moving. I don't see how you stayed standing." Trinidy rubbed her temple with her pointer finger and thumb. An ache began excruciating in that area. "Yea, I'm fine. Everything's cool." Kayura knew her friend was insincere, but she additionally was aware of how much pride the girl had. The warlord-turned-ancient glanced over at Jet; the smug look had returned to his face, the contemptuous laughter in his eyes. She understood why Trinidy wouldn't admit she was in pain of any sort, not in front on him or anyone else. Trinidy steadied, swaying vaguely. Kayura looked at each young adult and each gave the go-ahead; though Trinidy nodded in a groggy sort of way. Kayura tried not to take notice. "Each of you probably know the mission, but I'm reviewing. The plan is you go back in time, about a few weeks before Talpa's third attack on the mortal world. You'll fight along side the Ronins with your spirits. Hopefully you'll win. I can not guarantee anything. If you do, the world shall not turn out this way. Trinidy is the leader since she is presumably the most responsible of the three of you," Kayura paused to glare at Jet, "And she knows everything about the dynasty. Does everyone know how to transform?" They all concurred. "Great. Do it now." Nina watched the others, not sure what to do. She comprehended, but she had never tried it. The words were on the tip of her tongue. Her hands moved reluctantly to the jewel resting against her chest, almost like she was being ordered to by an unknown force. The gem glowed blindingly. Someone screamed: "I'hurao isicia!" The words didn't sound like any human language ever spoke. Before she realized she had been the one to speak, her body began moving on it's own. Her arms flung themselves skyward, above her head, like a bird taking flight. She clasps her left hand on her other arm's wrist then brought them down to stomach level. A bright light exploded from her free hand. Nina tightly sealed her eyes. When the energy sliding over her body ceased, she slowly opened them. Everything around her distorted. All she could see was black. Nina found herself with her head tilted, facing the dark sky, her slender arms crushed to her sides. A cold gush of wind swept over her body, caressing her with invisible icy fingers, causing her to shiver. Her hair whipped around wildly. Suddenly a downpour of glacial water began to rain down on her. She opened her mouth, intending to scream, but nothing came out. The water began freezing over her, like turning her limps and body to stone. What's happening to me!? Her mind shrieked. The crystal like ice spread up, now reaching her neck. Nina breathing became rapid pants as the cold crawled up her cheek. Accept me, child, don't be afraid. A gentle voice filled her mind. The French girl swallowed, strangely trusting this voice. She let all thoughts of fear out of her thoughts, exhaling to regain calmness. The ice abruptly washed completely over her and hardened into a thick sheet. Within the ice, Nina's still form was radiating a soft blue light. The brunette felt as if she was floating, despite her frozen tomb. God above...she had never expected this. The wet clothes that stuck to her petite body vanished. A tingling sensation rushed thought her veins, as the ice shifted and molded into different plates of armor. The ice over her face morphed into a faceplate and helmet. A heavy weight materialized on her shoulders. When Nina opened her eyes, she wasn't in the black void, there wasn't any ice covering her body. She was staring at a subway wall, bewildered. Her eyes narrowed. Was I dreaming? She looked at her hands. I wasn't! Her hands were enclosed in cerulean and silver metal. Her glaze shifted to her body. A soft gasp escaped her lips, which was muffled by a silver faceplate. She blinked, her hand moving reluctantly to her face. Her fingers found a hard plate of metal instead of soft skin. "First time?" Jet's voice alleged from the side. She didn't look at him. "Hai, it is" Her turquoise eyes went wide. Had she just spoken correct Japanese with an English dialect? A hollow laugh came for Trinidy. "Don't worry, the your mind has been mended with the armor. The armor understands Japanese, so now, so do you." Nina turned and faced her comrades, who were also in full battle armor. Trinidy in deep wine purple and black. Spikes lined in a row on purple gauntlets. The spikes ran up the underside of her calves as well. A sheath was attached to her hip, a bulky violet hilt rimmed with thorns shown. Her faceplate was fashioned like the snout of a dragon, constructed of an obsidian crystal. Jet in dark gray and deep forest green. His armor was sleeker, not as intimidating as Trinidy's but powerful all the same. His fists were lined with thick knuckles, a sharp spear on the right. His faceplate was simple, two plates that connected at an angle. Tiny holes were drilled in for easy breathing. Another thing Nina noticed was that they had wings. Both of them had wings. The skeletal bone composed of metal analogous to the armor. The membrane crafted of thick crystal dyed the paler color. Trinidy's were designed differently, wrought like wings of a dragon or demon. While Jet's were like his original wings. Nina gaped at them. Wings? If they had some... Do I have them too? Her eyes peeked over her shoulder. She did! Azure angelic wings were fastened to her shoulder blades. Jet watched the young woman examine herself, a grin played upon his handsome face. She was amusing to watch. To an extent, of course. He intersected his arms over his chest plate. She was amazed by everything. The girl reminded him of someone. Could she be? Nah...Couldn't be. He shook the feeling that had suddenly overwhelmed him away. He averted his attention to Trinidy. His smile faded quickly. There was something about her. It wasn't the dark aura vampires carried that made him distaste them so much. It was more then just that. The bitterness and mutilation she radiated was painstaking even for him. Jet understood that she had been to the Dynasty from what the ancient had said, but can't vampires handle that? It seemed Trinidy sensed his intent look and glanced at him. Her scarlet eyes narrowed into slits. "What?!" She snapped. Jet could tell she wasn't at all happy. "I was just admiring your lustful beauty, demon," he said smugly. Teasing this one is going to be fun, Jet thought. She huffed and flung her head in the opposite direction. Jet raised an eyebrow. What? No snotty remark? Kayura silently slipped out of view, hoping to see Trinidy cope with her new companions, without having to hover above her like a hawk. The ancient knew how Trinidy behaved around those she did not trust. She would shut herself in or become an aggravated killer beast. She wished they would fare or at least respect one another. Something became clear in Kayura's mind. No, that's not what I wish for, I wish I didn't have to do this, send children to save the world. It wasn't fair to them, though they accepted this fate, It still was not right. If only she could send herself back. Kayura felt her eyes begin to sting, watering. Quickly, she blinked the tears away. Without success, a droplet of salty water cascaded down the bridge of her nose. The armors had chosen their masters, despite the lie she had told Trinidy that it was she who chose the warriors. If she hadn't lied, she'd be telling Trinidy a truth which would destroy her. Again. A truth that meant being captive in the dynasty, the suffering that was she endured, becoming vampire and to top it off, the murder of her family was not accidental, but almost destiny. Kayura gazed at the ill-lucked girl she had saved from the Nether Realm. Trinidy stood off to the side, just as she had always done, an emotionless mask pasted to her face. The truth always hurts. Raising a hand to her face, she tenderly wiped the tear away. Yes, its hard, but this must be done. It...Must be. Suddenly the pounding of heavy feet against tar and muffled shouts could be heard. Dust from the rafters came disengaged, showering down upon them. The three armored figured glanced up to the ceiling, each brow knit in confusion "What's that?" Nina asked in a small, scared whisper, her turquoise eyes wide. Kayura, who had snuck away into a dark corner while the three spoke, crept into the light, a look of dread on her face. "It's the Dynasty!" She muttered, in a harsh, quiet voice. No, this can't be happening! How could Talpa know of her or any of their whereabouts? Maybe it was just a check. If we're quiet maybe the army will pass without noticing. A derisive laugh rent the air. "My little whore, come out come out where ever you are!" It sang scornfully. The speech was male and menacing. Kayura crooked to Trinidy, whose eyes were wide. Her face even paled, looking nearly green around the edges. Her entire body appeared to tense at that voice, frozen in trepidation. "Damien.." the vampire murmured. "How could he have found me?" She whispered, her words more of a statement then a question. Jet glanced at the black haired girl sideways, eyebrows raised. "What does he mean 'Little whore'? And what you mean 'he found me'?" Jet paused, the realization hitting him. X and Y to create Z. "You were his - that warlord's - mistress?" Trinidy shot him a glare that could turn hell into the North Pole. Jet had to lock his knees, so he wouldn't back away from the frosty stare like a frightened dog about to be whacked. Though he took that as yes. "Trinidy! Come on out now! Or I'll blow the place to bits along with your friends!" Kayura and Trinidy exchanged looks of horror. How did that scumbag, Talpa, find out their plans?! "Damn it!" Trinidy cursed. If there was a traitor among them, she was going to discover it, and they would suffer. Until then, She and her new comrades had to find a way out of this. She stepped toward the entrance to the subway, her hand reaching to the sheath. No one is going to hurt them or Kayura, I won't allow it! Trinidy commenced in pulling the weight of the sword from the stealth by the spiked handle. The juggle of the golden rings of Kayura's staff stopped her. The vampire glanced at the ancient, as did the others. Kayura's hand was set on the tip of her nose, thumb curled into the palm. The staff clasped in the opposite hand, knuckles white from gripping so hard. Kayura murmured a soft incarnation of an ancient language. Her closed eyes opened to gaze at Trinidy, her eyes a deep glowing cobalt. "Change of plans, Trin, I'll send you back now. You have to save the world so it won't become like this," The ex-warlord encouraged her arguing friend, a light grin on her pastel features. She closed her eyes again, concentrating. The three teens' armors began to glow a color equivalent to the spirit gems brightly. Nina's eyes were darting back and forth from the ancient to the entrance wildly. She heard the man Trinidy called Damien, was shouting guidelines while the soldiers were following out. Kayura, hurry! I'm not ready for battle! She urged. Trinidy blinked, dazed by the bright lights, and then realized what's happening again. "Kayura! What about you?" She shouted above the sudden gust of wind ripped around the room like a tornado. Sweat dripped from Kayura's brow; her eyes locked on Trinidy. She yelled: "I'll be fine! Don't worry" She forced a smile. Trinidy's body began elevate off ground, her form becoming transparent. She attempted to scream to the woman, but her voice was lost. Trinidy, she'll be okay, don't stress. Hades spoke up in her head.

No! I need to help her! She won't be able to hold them all off by herself! Trinidy screamed mentally. She tried to get to Kayura, to tell her to stop this, but she discovered she was frozen. Her limbs wouldn't move, like she had broken her spinal cord and the nerves wouldn't obey. Only from her neck up was mobile. She shrieked a silent scream, mouthing: "Kayura!!!" Suddenly everything began fading, turning to black. Trinidy watched as a pillar of light shot from the ground, flooding her. It was like the light from God shining down upon the worthy. She now realized that this couldn't be stopped. It was too late. The woman with tresses of black closed her eyes, allowing the abrupt sensation of sleepiness detained her conscience. On the vampire's cheek, a single tear streamed down in a gentle river. Kayura murmured one more hex before the three unproven rebels disappeared, the air stream and shimmering pillars evaporating with them. The ancient lowered her hands, staring at the place where they once stood, her breathing in soft pants. "Good...luck," She wished the trio. The enchantment had taken much of her energy, she couldn't use teleportation. Hell, she could scarcely stand. The muscles in her legs ached for her to sit. Her body quivered for respite. The chatter of solider above reminded her of her current situation. "Last warning!" Damien yelled, obviously obliviously his ex-mistress was gone. A wave of alarm washed over her body. Eyes widened in terror. Damien waited for a moment before bellowing, "Fine! Have it your way!" He began shouting instructions to the army again.

Rapidly everything began quaking. A thunderous crushing noise of striking metal and energy balls exploding made the color drains from Kayura's face. They were destroying the subway. At that moment, Kayura's legs gave way, dumping her on the cold concert. her robes flowed around her useless legs in undulates of silk. The ceiling began to pound, the loose dust and concrete pouring down like rain. Not now! She tried to pull her up, grasping the staff as support, but it was no use. C'mon Kayura think! You can get out of here, you HAVE to get out of here, she screamed at herself. A loud heartbreaking crunch sounded, she looked up to see the roof crashing down. Kayura closed her eyes. I did all I could.... Then all went black.

1989 9:37 Am, Mia's house Sage woke up; jolting up in bed, sweat coating his half-nude body. His violet eyes darted around the room, then he grasped it was just a dream, a horrible bloody dream. He had dreamt Talpa had come back, killing his friends one at a time, him last. All the while this guffaw, this mocking evil laugh echoed within his head. Sage, cool it, it wasn't real, Talpa's dead. He took a resonant breath then exhaled gradually. Sage glanced at the clock. Approximately 9:30. Damn, I never sleep this late. The Ronin gazed over to his friend and comrade, Rowan, who was sleeping peacefully and would probably stay that way until noon. The navy blanket was entangled around his limbs, arms flung off the side. Sometimes I wish I had low blood pressure. He sighed and pulled back the thick blankets that had entwined themselves around his legs during the night. He swung his legs over the side and stood. He grumbled delicately as his legs adjusted to his weight, swaying as he tottered to the door. He strolled down the long hallway, his eyes closed, but he knew this place well enough to do so and not bang into a wall. The Ronin of light stepped down the carpeted stairs, straightening his jeans that he slipped on. A bowl of cereal and some cartoons would be great right about now. He grinned sheepishly to himself. Cye probably would have made breakfast by now However, at a bar last night, he had a little extra vodka and the bouncer threw him out for the striptease on a counter. Sage thought of the hangover Cye would have and laughed secretly. He walked into the living room, considering what to watch. Hmm. Maybe some Sailor moon, chicks in short skirts is always good to wake up to. He chuckled. Unexpectedly, his foot caught something hard, sending him tumbling to the ground. What the fuck! The blond man sat up, half opening his eyes. All- around him, three limp armored figures lay sprawled on the living room floor. He gazed at the one closest to him. A girl, he could tell by the brown hair and the shape of her eyes beneath the face guard. Oh gods.... Though he was scared as hell, he fought the nagging urge to armor up. Think about it Sage, if they were from the dynasty we'd all be dead by now, warlords don't lay down and take naps on the enemy's floor! He bent over the girl, eyeing her. Her eyelids began fluttering and slowly lifting. His eyes widened as she began blinking fiercely, her eyes adjusting to the light. Suddenly she noticed Sage staring down at her and let out an ear- piercing scream.

Mia nudged herself up at the sound of screaming Her bottle green eyes blinked in perplexity. What the hell... She leapt from her queen size bed, grabbing a white robe that laid beside the bed in one sweep, running out the door. She curved the corner sharply. She didn't notice the large white tiger sleeping in the hall next to her door. Mia let out a shrilled yelp as she plunged onto the huge beast. White Blaze's body comforted most of the fall, but Mia skid. Her face landed on the floor hard. "Gods Damn it!" She cursed, lifting her weight up by her elbows. Her fingers gently messaged her jaw. That's going to leave a bruise. White Blaze grunted softly, adequate to get the woman's attention. She twisted toward him, a slight smirk touching her lips. "I'm sorry, Blaze, you okay?" Suddenly the sound of Ryo yelling and a female shouting back met her ears. She jumped to her feet and sprinted to the stairs. Jerking to a stop when she collided with stair railing. Hands grasped the bar as she looked at the scene below. The Ronins, all in sub armor, were circled on all sides of three figures, one wielding an indigo sword, acting as if to ward them off, while the other in cerulean aided the unconscious one. "Stay back, I know how to use this!" Trinidy frowned at the stupidity of the statement. The Ronins no loner crept slowly closer. She took the opportunity to check on her companions. Trinidy glanced down at Nina who cradled Jet tenderly in her lap. He appeared brutally ill, his skin a ghostly pale color. "Is he okay?" She asked her comrade, deep down in the back of her mind she hoped he wasn't. Nina gesticulate a yes, shifting her attention to the Half-breed. "He'll be fine. I think the spell made him sick." Trinidy turned toward the Ronins, extending her wings menacingly, the crystal caught the dim dawn glow, making them shimmer a soft mauve. "I was told to talk to Mia Koji, alone. Not wildfire or anyone, only Mia!" She declared, unrelentingly. The Ronins glanced up at Mia, who stared in revelation. "Why me?" she asked the plum warrior. "Kayura said you would listen before making any rash concussions," the vampire affirmed, casing her blade, it made a soft sleek scrapping sound and clicked tight. Mia's brow knit in confusion. "You know Kayura, like ex-warlord, ancient one Kayura," the red headed woman said in more of a question than a statement. The female laughed hollowly, nodding. "Yea, I do, for a long time now." Mia swallowed a bit, still suspicious. Skittishly she then asked, "Could you please remove your armor? It's, um, frightening." Trinidy agreed and closed her eyes, willing away the armor in a burst of violet light. Afterward, she rotated to face Nina, indicting to do the same. The French girl did so. Trinidy turned back to Mia, trench coat flowing with the created wake. "Before I explain what is happening can me and my friends have something to eat?" Mia nodded and started down stairs toward the kitchen. Her steps her quick and nervous, her jade eyes unwavering from Trinidy's. Like if she exposed her back to the girl, she'd be pounced and slashed apart. The Ronins all stared at Mia. Mia gave them a be-nice-or-else scowl. At times, Mia could be more ruthless than the ominous lord, Talpa himself. The group swallowed uncomfortably, fixing their eyes on the bizarre girl once Mia was out of sight. The teen noticed their looks and snarled. Cye gave a nervous laugh and trailed Mia. The others followed, Ryo still had a foul scowl on his face. The Ronins clears out, all but Rowan that is. Rowan stood immobile, staring at her like his dead grandmother had come to say hi. A wash of guilt and sorrow swept away the shock. It's her. The vision of the teenager in the warlord's arms screaming exhibited in his mind. Her hands outstretched to him. The vampire glanced over at him, her eyes softening immediately. Strata... The memories of that day flowed through her mind. It was her one chance of escaping in her fifty-eight year torment. I shouldn't be mad at him; he tried to save me. He failed but he tried. Trinidy had the strange urge to thank him sincerely, but the words wouldn't form in her mind. Their eyes locked for a brief moment. Her scarlet eyes stared into his deep blues. "I thought...yesterday you...were" Rowan stammered but was cut off by Trinidy shaking her head. Yes, it was just yesterday in this time period. Her eyes moved down, scanning his arms. The fair, smooth skin was damaged still, red with tiny scratch scabs scattered along the inside. Her eyes moved back to his face, the look in them soft, almost mournfully. Her face remained unaffected, hard and unreadable. "It wasn't your fault. Don't worry about it," Trinidy spoke tenderly. She walked toward the kitchen, lightly patting his shoulder as she past. Rowan stood in baffled silence. Nina looked up at her friend then to the Ronin. She frowned. What does Trinidy mean by that? Does she know him? Did they grow up together or something? She considered asking Trinidy about that later, though reconsidered when she recalled how the vampire behaved. Trinidy wouldn't tell her anything, probably not in this life time. Trinidy only trusted Kayura. The petite girl sighed, turning her attention to the hand at stake. She gazed down at and the sleeping Half-breed. A light smile touched her lips as she examined him. He looks so venerable, so cute. So very adorable. So incredibly gorgeous... Wait, hold it. Shaking her head, Nina lifted him just enough to stand. Combing the crinkles from her dress, the brunette glowered. Now, how am I going to do this? She bent over and attempted to pick up Jet. Grinding her teeth she yanked on his arms. Move! Damn your heavy! Suddenly her fingers slipped and she tumbled backward, falling hard on her backside. Ouch! She growled, mounting her feet and rubbing her tailbone. I can't do this alone... She glanced at the lone Ronin, clearing her throat. "Um...you mind helping me out?" Her voice broke him from the trance. Rowan looked at her and blinked. "What?" He asked. Nina scowled. "Help me please!" Rowan jumped at the annoyed shrill in her voice. He walked over and grabbed the strange youth man by a shoulder. He looked at her, waiting for farther instructions. "Okay, on the count of three...one - two - Three!" Nina called then tugged, with the help of the Ronin, they managed to drag the armored man over to the wall. Nina propped him upright, her breathing in small gasps. God, he must weight a thousand pounds! Her sea colored eyes fastened on Rowan again, who knelt next to her, looking at Jet. She smirked. "Arigato." Rowan just nodded. She giggled. The sound seemed to loosen each and every muscle in his body. That one innocent chuckle. Rowan smiled gradually and stood, banishing his armor. He wore a pair of sapphire blue boxers and an outsized tee shirt. It didn't seem like they were from the dynasty, well except for that snarling young woman. If she knew Kayura maybe she could be trusted and besides the fact, just yesterday she was running from that dynasty guy... There was still the small voice in the back of his head urging he should be cautious. A sigh escaped his lips. Stop being paranoid. He ran his fingers through his ruffled blue hair. Gods it's too early in the morning for this shit. The archer laughed inwardly and strolled to the kitchen

Kento glowered as he watched the two strange girls wharf down a huge plate of pancakes, thinking of how life was so unfair. Three strangers magically appear in the living room and they get food before him! The malicious looking one was taking her time, cutting the fluffy pancake into bits. Dipping it in the syrup in the pool she barracked, she popped it in her mouth and chewed. Over and over again. Kento was about to ask if he could have a piece. Mia probably wouldn't like that. The other girl was chewing quickly, eating big chucks of pancake at one time. When the one with raven locks finished with her second, she set the fork down neatly. "Aritigo Mia" she thanked in a mildly pleasant tone. The Ronins visibly relaxed. Kento glanced at the petite girl. She was chewing on her 7th pancake, and even now was piling more on her plate. If she eats 9 more she'll beat my record, Kento thought watching in amazement as she began on her 8th. How does she stay that small? Trinidy glanced at her companion, thinking the same. Dear god! That's a lot of food! "Um. Nina?" Trinidy said, crossing her arms over her chest idly. Nina glanced up at the vampire "'Eah?" A muffled reply came, her mouth full with food. Trinidy wrinkled her nose in disgust. Nina blinked and swallowed down the mouthful. "What I do?" She asked innocently. Trinidy shook her head. "Never mind, girlie, go back to gorging." Nina beamed and did so, forking another three pancakes on her plate. Trinidy sighed, turning her gaze heavenward. "Excuse me, sorry to interrupt but what's going on with the dynasty?" Ryo spoke up, obviously on in the best of moods. "I would like to know NOW, not when you're ready!" The other Ronins wrenched at his tone, knowing Ryo was getting severely angry. Trinidy fixed her eyes on him, her eyes flashing hell fire. "Well I'm sorry wildfire, but sometime we all have to calm down and take a breather! To put it vaguely. I haven't eaten in a few days and probably neither has she!" She gestured to Nina. "There's not a lot of food where we come from, Hell, there's not a lot of anything, except destruction. I can tell why Kayura said not to spoke with you first. Cause you're just a hot-tempered asshole!" Ryo fell silent, scowling. The other Ronins gapped at her in awe. No one has ever been able to make Ryo shut up like that. She shot warning looks at them. "What are you lookin' at?" She snapped. They looked away quickly. Cye gulped slightly and asked "Where d-do you come from?" Trinidy's eyes fixed on the table, becoming interested in the tablecloth suddenly. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted. "Toyama." a rasp came from the living room. All eyes landed on the ill blond holding onto the wall frame, coughing fiercely. Nina gasped and lurched to aid him, wrapping her arm beneath his arm and circling his back. With her support, He staggered his to a vacant seat. The half-breed flopped down, his breathing rugged. The leader of the Ronin warriors raised an eyebrow. "Did you say Toyama?" he asked, skeptical. Jet nodded as Nina returned to her chair. "You got to be kidding, we were just in Toyama last night!" He stood up, slamming his fist into the table. "I think you're all a bunch of lunatic Dynasty tin cans with some plan on how to fuck with our heads!" The table shook at with the force. The other, with the exception of Trinidy, started. He was about to stalk off when Trinidy spoke up, stopping him dead. "The Toyama we come from is the exact one, in a different time. Toyama will be completely destroyed in a matter of weeks. There will be nothing but obliteration. Talpa won't need to keep the people for their weak evil hearts, they become his army. Your families and friends corrupted to hate you. He'll slaughter you. All of you. The warlords first, for their betrayal to the mighty Talpa. Then the Ronins, for their fruitless attempts to hinder his plans," She was quoting the exact words. What Talpa had declared to the oceans of on-lookers. "You'll be taken to the middle of the dynasty, where everyone can see. The humans who were still in the dynasty, cried as you were lined up. The warlords laughed. As I said before, you were killed one at a time. By beheading. Sekmet, Kale, Dais, Ryo, Cye, Kento, Rowan, and Sage. In that order." Ryo turned and stared at her, his mouth gapping. Sage's face turned a ghostly white. My dream... Ignoring the shocked faces of those around her, she continued. The mental picture played on her closed eyelids. Damien held her head up by her hair, whispering in her ear. Whispers of how could she have had such faith in the pathetic. Tears of red screaming down her face. "Kayura was the only one who escaped. She helped me escape too. And yes, I did live in the dynasty." The vampire paused to glance at Rowan. "She didn't want the world that we know to happen. She would meditate for hours each day until the power stuck her. The power of time travel. In addition, she prepared three new armors, similar to yours. The plan was to return to the past before Talpa made his move. That's why we landed in your living room today." When she finished, there was a long silence, until Ryo swallowed, trying to clear the lump in his throat. There was a sickening sensation in the pit of his stomach, and throat was very parched. "W-where are the warlords now?" He dared to ask. Nina who was silent though this whole thing, uttered: "In the dynasty dungeon, they were captured when Talpa came back to power." There was another unnerving silence. The other Ronins had no idea what to say, the death sentence which was destined for them was settling in. Only Ryo, their leader, could actually form words. "Is Kayura safe?" Ryo's eyes darted to all three strangers. Trinidy nodded sluggishly. "She's hiding somewhere, she's fine," she spoke in monotone. She glazed up to the Ronins faces, each one pale, muted and aghast. A pang of pity hit her. She predicted this. She mainly told them when their time was up. The rigid silenced reeked with an emotion she couldn't determine. Was it fear? Was it anger? Maybe a little of both. Although Jet's gargled hacking kicked her out of train of thought. Her gaze shifted to the half-breed. Jet didn't look good at all. His skin was an ailing clammy pallid. He sat in a position that made him appear to be a rag doll; one arm swung over the chair, his head flaccidly slumped against his chest, bloodshot eye. Trinidy had to suppress a smile, thinking he deserved this. But on the other hand...She was their leader, even if she didn't desire to be. It was her job to take care of Jet and Nina. A sigh escaped her lips, as she glanced over at the leader of the Ronin warriors. "I have to take care of him" she glowered, looking at the half-breed. Shaking her head, she pulled a strand of loose raven hair behind her ear in futile attempt to keep it out of her sight, but it fell back into place The vampire glanced at Mia and tilted her head up, in a motioning way. Mia looked at Trinidy. "Yes?" "Do you have any extra rooms?" Mia nodded, leaping off the counter, which she was seated on, ready to led Trinidy to them. Trinidy stood, pushing the chair back to make room. It made a hollow sheik as it raked against the tiled floor. She squeezed between Nina's chair and the wall, though paused under the Ronin's stares. The way their gapping makes them look like fish not warriors. If they don't want to die, they should get their act together and fight! Trinidy glared at each of them. "You realize we're here to help?" No effect. Just stares. She expressed a sigh and moved over to Jet. Stepping close to the ill man, she scrutinized him once more. His eyes shifted, locking hers in a glare. Attempting to smirk, his arid, cracked lips feebly arched into a half-grin. "Now is not the time, Craven," She whispered when she dipped down and hauled him up by his arm. Pulling the arm around her shoulders, she enfolded her other arm around his waist. He grumbled softly. "C'mon, I know you can at least walk, ya weakling," She rumbled lowly, so no one else would hear. He grunted at the remark and steadied himself. Trinidy glanced at the petite brunette. "I want to talk with you after your done," She stated in an authoritative tone. Nina nodded, picking at the remains of her fourteenth pancake absently. Trinidy rolled her eyes, and then gazed at the woman of the house. Nudging her head, she motioned to lead on. Mia spun on her heel and strolled through the living room. She walked leisurely, so the dark haired girl could keep up. Trinidy followed close behind, sustaining most of Jet's weight, while he stumbled along. Whenever he moved, his feet constantly managed to catch Trinidy's feet or trench coat. Damn him! He's just doing this to spite me! She growled, gazing down at the half-breed. Jet hoisted his head to meet her eyes, grinning innocuously. An idea suddenly popped into Trinidy's mind. If he wants to act like a child, I'll treat him like one! "Mia?" She called out. The woman paused. "Nani?" "Hold up," Trinidy bent down, placing her arm under Jet's knees and the other around his shoulders. She boosted him up, thanking her vampire strength. She gave Jet a lopsided grin as he glared at her. Mia blinked at the sight. A young teenage girl had just lifted a fully-grown man like an infant. She couldn't contain a snicker and laughed out loud. "Done?" She asked. Trinidy smirked, nodding simply. Jet shot glares at both of them, his playtime shot down. Mia chuckled again and bound up toward the second floor, followed reluctantly by the vampire and angel.

Yes, I had to revise this fic. Its sad really, I just posted it on the last time.