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Chapter 8

The cells were dark. Nothing stirred within this chamber with its dust-covered tables and chairs save for two young women. One was inside one of the cells, and the other was sitting at a table, tuning her black guitar.

"Hello?" The girl in the cell said. "Can you help me?"

There was no answer. The other was apparently engrossed in her instrument.

"Excuse me?"

Silence.

"I am a princess of an ancient land. If you help me, I will give you a great reward."

More silence.

"You probably don't understand the seriousness of this situation. A horrible man lives here, and if we hang around, we'll both be killed."

There was still no answer. She paused to scratch her nose, then resumed plucking at the strings.

"Listen, we must-"

"Look, I heard you the first time. Shut up." Muttered the strange girl.

"Why won't you help me? Oh, I see now. You work for HIM."

"I don't work for him. We're just friends."

"So by 'just friends' you mean that you're some hussy he picked up?"

She turned around and gave Tetra a death glare. Her features could be seen clearly in the dim room by the light of a single window that shone on her face. She was scrawny, with blonde hair and skin unlike any color she had ever seen, save for on HIM…

But her eyes, they were what bothered her the most. Those yellow eyes, which seemed to glow with such malice that she felt overly uneasy, even when she turned away.

"I'm sorry…"

"No, you're not. You'll just go back to calling me a hussy, just like the rest of those fucking morons."

"Wait a minute, I know you! You're the girl who went missing. Your family is very concerned about you…"

"Really? They didn't act like that when I was around."

After a long pause, she said, "My name is Tetra."

"Shihio." She mumbled.

He was not pleased. She wasn't here to rub his ears or play with him or anything. Most of all, he was hungry. He could just go into the cell, kill the girl and cut off her hand, but then what he wanted would seek someone else… That was a problem. What if she reincarnated, and came back with a vengeance? That was also a problem.

But all he wanted was Her. Ever since he first saw Her in the moonlight, he was captivated. Sure, he was kissing the girl to mark her, but also for personal reasons. Those eyes, those topaz eyes called out to him. To him, they were more precious than any jewel, than any metal or divine power. What he wouldn't give to embrace Her, to kiss Her passionately once again.

She had a very good reason to commit suicide. The 'family' she lived with treated Her like she was nothing. They were scum, just like all of those stupid Humans were. He hated humans. He loathed and despised them. That was why he chose to be a Demon at the time of Conversion.

She was a half-Demon, much like he was. He knew what She was going through. The intensity of the battle between the Mortal side and the Demon side within Her was starting to escalate. If she could not have the Dream soon, her body would tear itself apart… He did not want that, no, not at all.

But he was hungry, and had to find something. That was why he woke up.

"So let me get this straight, he's your FRIEND?"

"Sort of…"

"I can't believe this!"

She was annoyed by Tetra's constant jabbering. She wouldn't shut up, and she just HAD to ask questions about everything. But she had learned about why she was kidnapped as well. She had told Shihio everything she had knew about the ancient land beneath the sea, and about the relic of power that she and he possessed, the Triforce. The rest she did not know of, except that she was bored.

"And then he-hey, where are you going?"

She could have sworn she heard a soft moan come from upstairs. It sounded like an animal of some sort.

"What was that?"

"Tetra, let me give you some advice. Stop being such a pain in the ass."

She was evidently shocked by the remark. She had never been treated this way, ever.

The hallways had an annoying habit of moving in the night. She knew he was hungry and was calling for her. There was a lot the pirate girl didn't know. She should have said something else, but that would have encouraged her to be even more annoying. Shihio wasn't in a good mood, she being lost and all. Carrying her guitar over her shoulder, she finally got to the door that led to where she wanted to go.

He was lying on the floor, an anguished look on his long face. She stroked his back, and he gave a low guttural of appreciation. But she thought she saw something else in his glimmering yellow eyes. Longing, it seemed like…but she couldn't seem to decide what it was, so she decided to forget about it.

She gave him something she was saving for him. It wasn't the biggest piece of meat in the storeroom, but it would probably satisfy him. She gave him a friendly rub behind his ears, and the soft gurgling that was reminiscent of a cat's purring started in his throat. He began to gnaw on it, apparently content, but she could tell that something was wrong.

As she turned to walk away, she did not notice the creature looking at her.

He needed Her. He needed Her so badly that it hurt, but not yet. If he did it now, She would hate him. So he repressed his desires until the time was right, the time for her to Convert. If she chose to become one of his tribe, he would tell her, but not yet.

Outside, she looked at the moon. Full and incredibly beautiful, and the stars shimmered around it like a shower of diamond rain. She heard the noise of an engine, but it wasn't Myuu-Myuu as far as she could tell. Ahead, she saw a white bike approaching her. There were two figures on it, both hooded in white robes. She backed away cautiously, not taking any chances.

The two landed, dismounted, and removed their hoods. The taller of the two had white hair and piercing purple eyes. The shorter one had dark skin and red hair. Her eyes seemed to have more than one color. Each time she moved her head the color changed.

"My name is Nabooru, we must talk with you about something."