The door opened with a small creak as Folken entered the room, the limp body of a boy hanging in his arms. D's limbs spilled over the sides of the man's grip, his head bouncing slightly as it titled backwards. His captor moved to a small bed on the left side of the room, letting D gently tumble out of his arms and onto the sheets. He moaned softly at this, still not quite conscious. Folken regarded the boy's lean frame, inspecting the tight knots of muscles around his arms and legs. Gingerly, he tugged at a few strands of D's silver hair, both amused and curious about the color. A lot of things would have to change. With time, he would mold the Dog- Child into a warrior for the Black Dragon Clan. Folken cast one last glance at the boy, who was now curled into a position reminiscent of sleeping animal.

"Welcome to the human world."



D awoke to darkness, his mind becoming alert as soon as his eyes had opened. He scrambled around on the bed, panicked and unable to remember what had transpired since the arrival of the stranger. Recollection dawned on him slowly… D's long nails caught on the fabric of the sheets and he kicked at them furiously. How dare this pink man kidnap him like a Saber- Cat raiding the den of a mother Dog? The boy scanned his body for wounds and was very surprised to find that he was uninjured. Upon bringing his arm up, he noticed that they have left him his spike shell weapon. D's lips drew back in a feral smirk. How stupid of them… Now he would kill them all and escape from here. How arrogant the pink men must be that they left one of his kind with a dangerous weapon. Soon, he figured, he would know the answer to his question… 'What color did the hairless pink men bleed?'

D performed a quick assessment of the room he was trapped in, sniffing the floor, the walls, the door, and the bed. The material was foreign to him… He found he could not break the walls with his fist, nor scratch the floor with his nails. The door would not open when he pushed or pulled on it. D eyed the strange device that kept it shut, unable to understand how it worked just yet… He was patient… He always figured things out if he took the time to think hard about them…

The other mystery of the room was the source of light. An orange flame spouted from a small tube, casting flickering shadows on the wall behind him. D sat on the floor, staring up at the strange object as it danced for him in the darkness. Wide crimson eyes remained pinned to the body of light, a deep feeling stirring in his soul as it burned. D had never seen something as beautiful as the tiny flame… Shells shined in the rays of the desert sun, but never so brightly as this creature… Curiosity soon overwhelmed him and he reached out a thin finger to touch it. He pulled back with a screech of pain as the fire licked his finger, leaving a small burnt mark on the skin. D growled and thrust his entire hand towards the flame, planning on grabbing the creature that had it bit him by the throat. Again, it eluded his grasp, leaving his palm hot and stinging.

"What is this...?" He said softly to himself. "It bites, but I cannot catch it…" D stared at his hand, marveling as the pain continued long after the flame had touched him. His eyes grew wide and his expression solemn.

"Strange power… I'll make you mine," he vowed.



**Ugh, Hiya Readers! You guys have been great… I'm taking this space to apologize for all the grammar or spelling mistakes I've made X_x;… I often forget to spell check my work… This chapter is a bit short compared to the others… It's likely I'll write more of it later on. ^_^