Sunday came around…

Kyoshiro sighed and got out of bed. A quick glance at the alarm clock on his nightstand confirmed his suspicions. Damn…he thought as the blood red numbers blared 3:17 at his blurry eyes.

He had awoken over an hour ago, jerked out of sleep with a gasp. He was sweating, and the hair on the back of his neck was standing up. His heart felt squeezed…something bad was going to happen.

Kyoshiro had lain there for a while, trying to fall back asleep. It was hopelessly futile. His mind blazed with fire, with the premonition that a drastic disaster would come soon.

He walked over to his window, and leaned on the sill. He looked out at the still dark town around him. With a flash of intuition, he opened the window. After a quick series of not unclumsy acrobatics, he was on the roof.

He turned to see if the sun was going to come up yet, and was taken aback by what he saw. Kyo was sitting there, red eyes glaring angrily at the dark sky.

His twin turned to him. "What?" he snarled.

Kyoshiro ignored his attitude. "You feel it too, don't you?"

Kyo looked at him for a moment, as if deciding whether or not he would answer. Finally, he relented. "Yeah…we're gonna be drawn into something big. Really soon."

Kyoshiro nodded. "Great…just great."

Kyo's face looked as if he was having an internal struggle over something. He turned to the direction the sun was beginning to rise. "You shouldn't be near that girl for a while."

That snapped Kyoshiro out of his daydreaming. "What?" he mused.

Kyo turned that harsh gaze onto Kyoshiro. "You care for her, right?" He didn't wait for an answer. "So stay away, at least till this is all over. It's gonna get bloody…I can smell it."

Kyoshiro just turned to the sun.

"Where are you, ass?!?" yelled Yuya as she knocked on the door, about nine hours later. No one had answered. She and Kyoshiro had planned another play-writing session for today, but apparently he wasn't there. She couldn't tell for sure though, because the curtains were all drawn.

"Bastard!" she yelled, and began to walk down the path towards the street. Kyoshiro, who was watching through the peephole, sighed. This sucks…

He felt guilty. Yeah, he wanted to protect her by staying away, but that didn't mean he had to feel good about it. Nope, not at all…in fact, he was feeling like shit right about now.

"Dammit, Yuya, what're you doing to me?" he muttered to himself, forehead against the glass of the window. He sighed and looked up, watching her reach the end of the drive. Then he peered up sharply, as four speedy figures went right up to her.

He gasped. There was a tall man with long black hair in a long black trench coat. On his cheek, he bore a tattoo of a cross, with GOD written on top of the crossbar. There was also (what appeared to be) a little blonde girl, dressed in a sailor suit. Next to her, an overly muscular, ugly, and scarred black man with many piercings stood in a wifebeater and jeans. There was also a youngish blond boy, whose eyes were closed.

Kyoshiro knew everyone of them. From his…bad…time.

"No!" he screamed, pushing against the glass, as they circled Yuya, muttered something, and then the tall tattooed man wrapped his arms around her. They sped away before the girl had a chance to scream.

Kyoshiro moved, and smashed his hand against the wall, creating a hole. Kyo walked down the stairs. "What the hell is your problem?"

He blinked at the fiery brown eyes staring back at him.

"They took her," the shorthaired twin growled. "Shindara…Antera…Bikara…and Akira!"

Kyo frowned slightly. "Why Akira? He was one of the Four…"

Kyoshiro's bangs covered his eyes. "I don't know, nor do I care. I'm getting Yuya back…now."

He looked up, and even Kyo took a step back at the animosity that flowed out. "I've been letting you use my sword…" he stated. "Let me have it back…you can use the Hi while I'm gone."

Kyo looked away for a second. "Fine," he sighed. "I guess I'd rather use the Hi while fighting with you, though." He turned, red fire meeting brown. "I want to know why Akira did this…right before I kill him."

Sorry it's short…and late…and probably not well done. I've been kicked off the computer for a while…stupid Edline, showing all my stupid grades…anyway, here it is. Thanks, y'all, for patiently waiting!