Prologue
It was supposed to be an easy steal. It was supposed to be unguarded. It was supposed to be there.
It was supposed to be a lot of things, thought the small youkai.
He was running, had been for the last three hours, and he was starting to get tired. He looked ahead to the leader, brushing sandy blonde hair that was dampened with sweat out of his eyes. The leader was still running strong, with no signs of tiring, and looked to be able to go on long after his gang of thieves dropped dead from exhaustion. Or at least, he did
Suddenly, what appeared to be a shadow flew out of the trees they were running along, cutting down the leader. The youkai stopped, aghast. The shadow didn't stop. Faster than the eye could see, the shadow-thing cut down all the youkai's comrades, experienced fighters, easily. Until, that is, only he was left standing.
The shadow stopped in front of him. Garnet eyes sneered at him. The shadow turned out to be a very short man, all in black—except for a stark white scarf—with flame shaped black hair, a white starburst right in the middle of his bangs.
"Fool." The man spat, before he, too, was cut down like his comrades before him.
The man watched as the youkai child fell. He almost felt sorry for him, but if he hadn't wanted to be killed, then he and the others shouldn't have tried to steal it. He fingered the Pearl-like stone on his necklace. It was his, and while he didn't know how they had found out that he had it, they still couldn't have it. The man spared no glance to the fallen, and disappeared.
Hours later, another man came across the gory site. But, unlike the one who caused it, he noticed that one of them wasn't quite dead.
It was a small youkai, a child by the looks of him, with sandy blonde hair and a pale complexion. The man went over to him. He noticed that the ones scattered across the way were rough looking, underfed, and looked to not be that trustworthy, if they had been alive, that is. Theives, the man dismissed. The boy looked like he had potential, could probably be a good fighter, according to body build. Had an intelligent face...The man starred a moment longer before picking the boy up.
I need someone to pass on to anyhow, might as well be him.
Once again, he looked at the child in his arms.
Who knows...maybe he'll do something worthwhile...he smirked...or at least noticeable.
And with that thought in his mind, the Hunter walked back the way he came, a boy in his arms and a purpose in his steps.
AN:
LETS GET ONE THING STRAIGHT!! This is a teaser. It WILL be completed! I'm writting the 6th chapter to it now, and I need to finish, or at least work more, on KotS. Hint: when this fic is over, read KotS, you don't have to, but the sequel to this will make alot more sense if you do. this is partly shamless plug, partly wanting you to understand, seeing as how if I don't warn you, I'll get bombarded by "what is going ON?!?!" 's and such. School just started today, so don't expect miracles, 'kay?
Ja ne