(A/N): Ta da! Here is Chapter five sorry for the delay…grumbles I had a serious case of writers block! I hope this will satisfy those who waited ever so patiently…Yes You! Grins I need serious therapy if I'm talking to my computer. - Well other than swearing at and/ or hitting it!- Let it be known I have a writing disorder called: Iwritealaterchapterswheni'minwritersblockandican'tstop! Yep that's what it's called! Anyway what you're really here for:

Ch.5: A Cloudy Past.

The slam of the cell door echoed down the dimly lit hallway. Rusty bolts turned and grated as they were pulled across the door. Kela lay in a crumpled heap just inside the doorway, where she had been tossed like a piece of garbage. Half dressed she shivered uncontrollably from blood loss, and the damp frigid air of the cell. Her eye lids flickered, then opened slowly. It took a while to focus because her head was still reeling. Her body was on fire, her head pounded, and her limbs felt as if they were over cooked noodles.

She tried to leaver herself up with her arms, manacles dragging on the floor loudly. But she soon found out that that was a mistake, when she collapsed gasping in pain. The movement caused some of her clotted cuts to reopen and ooze pussy blood from the infected wounds. (A/N: Eeww! Gross!) The pain was so intense that she vomited what little remains of food she had left in her stomach.

I've gotten my self properly screwed this time. She thought. I never would have imagined that it would end this way… rotting in a cell… If only I could use my power. She thought glaring at her bound hands and ankles. These runes are totally alien to me.

Some how she managed to sit up without hurling and lean against the wall. Lifting her hands to her throat she delved inside her shorn and bloody kimono. Grasping a small chain that hung loosely around her neck, with her trembling hand.

"At least I still have this." She said quietly to herself. Fingering the small rectangular stone equivalent to the length of her thumb nail. Running her forefinger over the silver setting tracing the runes etched into it. She didn't know what they said either she never broke this code. The stone was white with sparks of blue fire inside only visible if inspected in reflective light.

It was her only link to her past. The one she couldn't remember ….well...Just snatches of memories here and there. The past before she became an amateur thief. She smiled at a memory. She had only become an amateur because unlike regular thieves she didn't profit from her spoils she was only in it for the rush and the laughs. One memory came to her mind…. She had stolen King Enma's circlet ring from the king himself while he was sleeping, and put it in the most obvious spot in the castle. All without getting on the security cameras or caught by the guards.

Ah! She sighed, remembering the look of the frantic ogres that were sent looking for it. She had stuck around for the entertainment. Watching from her own hiding place nearby to where she had hidden it. After they had searched for a day and a night some one finally found it in the most obvious spot right under their noses! The looks on their stunned and aggravated faces had been priceless alone.

Sighing at the found memories she looked down at the stone pendant in her palm. She held it up to the meager light coming from the crack under the door. Watching the blue fires rage inside trapped like she was….held prisoner by bounds she could not break.

-Flash Back-

A little girl played on a garden pathway. She danced in the falling cherry blossoms humming a song. The wind picked up swirling the delicate petals around her in a mini cyclone.

Voices could be heard approaching from around the bend further down the pathway. The little girl spun around silver hair swirling in her wake. Stopping as her sensitive ears picking up the sounds. Swiveling they cocked in their direction.

Recognizing the voices she dashed off the path and concealed herself in the bushes. She watched as her mother and three other yokai walked in her direction on the path. Her mother walked in the center of the crowd. A golden neko (cat demon) wearing a leaf green kimono decorated with mimi suns and a black obi (belt). Her gold hair cut at her shoulders swayed as she walked. The little girl could not she her face but heard her as she spoke to her companions.

"Why Kela though? I do not understand. She is young still. She would not understand… No! I can't give her up... I won't abandon her!"

"But you must," interjected a black neko with short black hair and piercing red eyes, who walked on her mothers right. She wore a dark blue kimono embroidered with silver crescent moons and a white obi. " She is the one the prophecy talked about." "Yes sister," quipped a short brown neko with gray eyes and long curly brown hair. " We must make this sacrifice for the good of all.. It's the only way it can be protected effectively!" she said dusting off her yellow kimono and straightening her red obi as she walked.

A musical voice rose to speak and they all stopped to listen to an elderly gray neko who was bent with age, leaning on a knobby walking staff. –she was 'the seer' Kela remembered – She was strange and mysterious. With her different color eyes and voice that seemed to draw power like a cloak to the bent old yokai.

"I have seen her future Greti," she spoke to the girls' mother, "It is a meandering path full of stones and roots to trip on. It will lead her to places she wished she had never been, then her path gets cloudy and I can see no more.. Though there is a felling of a crossroads and then she must choose her own path to take."

The little girl hiding in the bushes gasped calling attention to her self. The brown neko sauntered over and snatched her by the scruff as she tried to bolt.

-Flash back ends-

Kela swallowed hard. It was her first memory in over a month. She was sure that the little girl was herself and the others had been people she had once knew… before… something. Though she didn't know what. It was frustrating and thinking on it only made her hurt worse.

Missing a part of your-self even a memory is hard…and not knowing why it's gone is worse. Another thing that troubled her was that she couldn't remember her mother…. Well…not much anyway. That was a void she had yet to fill. Not knowing who she really was… all of her solid memories had been of the shrine she had lived at up until recently.

Master Tashi had been the only adult she could remember. She had always lived at the shrine it seemed. She couldn't remember anywhere else.

A tear trickled down her face, making a clean furrow in the dirt and dried blood. He had been like a father to her and treated her well teaching her to read and write and even to fight and control her powers.

Sniffing she wiped her face leaving a smudge instead. He had died. He was gone and there was nothing she could do to change that. That included crying. So she offered up a prayer to his soul to rest in spirit world peacefully.

Soon she drifted of to an uncomfortable slumber, waking up constantly from the painful of her infected wounds.

(A/N): wow that was long! I hope you liked it. I was up until like 1:00am writing it so it better be good! Yes if you have any ideas or opinions for Ch.6 please let me know. And the only way you can do that is to review. So REVIEW!- smiles