AN- ok, I know it's been a while, but bear with me. My computer broke down for a few days, so thank you for your patience. As to the reviews, Nieko is of no gender. He is neither male nor female and can give nor bear mortal or immortal children. When he say "child", he means someone who is of his people or his chosen race. This will be explained more in depth later in the story. I was thinking of making this a YYHIY x over but I don't think I've enough of InuYasha to really make one yet. Pairings wise, yes, there are more oc's (see my next chapter) and pairings are going to be considered. Feel free to give your ideas to me. I will consider any pairings and possible oc's, if you wish. Anyways, on with the chapter!

Chapter 4…More Trouble

Ok, this is weird. What does he have to tell me? I'm a nobody, no one, my own friends, if I had any, wouldn't recognize me. What on earth does this guy have to tell me? Whatever it is, I'm not even sure I want to here it.

"Do not fear me," he said, rain pouring down his face. "Do you really think I would be able to hurt you?" He had a point, considering the condition he was in. His blonde hair was burned with ashes, going down to his eyebrows. He had a calm, wise face, but he was in ruins, barely even to hold his own weight. Worst of all was his whole right arm, which seemed to be immobile. Plus it looked like charcoal. Where had he come from to be in such shape? I had to literally carry him as we walked.

"Um…Nieko?" I asked rather softly, unsure of what he would say. "Where did you come from?"

He looked at me sort of funny, than began to chuckle until he suddenly winced in pain. I could see he had endured much torment in that instant. For the first time since we met, I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. "I came from a world where I was god of my people. They are all dead now, at least in that world. Escaping to this one has cost me great pain and suffering. I have only begun my goal of recovering. This is why I need you. You are one of mine, child. You can help me heal."

"What? What are you saying? I don't even know the basics of healing. How could I help you?"

"Let me train you," he said weakly, losing his voice.

"How will that help? I'm no fighter. I'm nothing," I said, unsure of his judgments. This guy is driving me crazy. How in hell am I supposed to fight? And why does he keep calling me child?

He chuckled again, as if I were foolish boy. "You have special talents, my child. Perhaps you may not realize it, but you are talented with gifts from another world, only magnified buy this one. If you allow me, we can unlock your inner abilities."

I stopped. What was this guy saying? I knew I could sense metal, but to be trained as a fighter? I don't really take a liking to hurting people. It causes too much attention. And how on earth could have 'inner abilities'? I was not one to be gifted with unknown talents. Hell, it was considered likely by most that I even existed. This was getting way too weird. "Ok, listen. I don't know who, or even what you are. Frankly I don't care. And why do you keep calling me a child? My father is alive. And I have no hidden talents."

"Then why do your eyes turn color?" he asked, interrupting me. I opened my mouth to say something, but then closed it. He was right, my eyes did turn color. "Did you know," he said," that it is quite unusual for a ningens eyes to turn color? Most demon eyes don't even do so, but it is much less uncommon. In fact-"

"Did you just say 'demon'?" I interrupted. "There is no such thing as a demon."

"You know nothing, Mistro. There are demons that walk this precious planet of yours, whether you like it or not. And even if there were no full blooded demons left here, there are those who have ancestral lines that can be traced back to demons."

"Are you saying that some people are part demon? You have to got be kidding me." This guy is nuts.

"That's not necessarily a bad thing, Mistro. Did it ever strike you that not all demons are bad? There are a few diamonds in the rough."

"Well, I haven't seen a demon in my life before, let alone a good one. How do you expect me to trust you when I know there is no such thing as a demon?"

-

The gods work in mysterious ways. Here I am, with one of my lost children, and he questions me? Of coarse there are demons, for I am a demon god. This mere guise is just for appearances and to reassure my existence and health. Being in my true form would be too much for me to sustain. If I am to convince him, I will need proof of my existence. This might be a little painful. But I have to prove it to him. I need him to survive.

"Do humans have spirit powers?" I asked rhetorically.

"No," he said, squinting at me through the continuous drizzle.

"Then what is this," I said, holding out my hand, palm up. I started to wince with pain. My power was little and I was weak, but I only needed just a small sample of my energy. I started to strain with concentration. Then the pain started to flow through my body.

-

He had his palm out there, but nothing was happening. His face was set in concentration. Soon he started to fall to his knees, gasping in pain. "Hey, what are you trying to do? There no such thing as de-"

I stared open mouthed at what I was seeing. It couldn't be possible. I blinked a few times, just to make sure I was awake. Resting on Nieko's hand was what appeared to be a ball of electricity, or even just static. But I could see it, hell, I could even feel it as it crackled.

"Now do you see? Demons are very real." He gasped again, releasing the ball of energy and falling to his hands and knees, breathing short heavy breathes. I just continued to stare, not sure of what to say. What I just saw had to be impossible. You can't control electricity. It's impossible. But he had done it. I didn't know how. I don't think I wanted to. For the first time in my life, I was scared.

"Do you see now?" he whispered hoarsely. "You can have this power and more if you let me teach you and train you to your full abilities."

This was too much. I had had enough for one day. I was going home and try and sort things out. My life was beginning to go crazy. I turned slowly, and started jogging down the path the way I was going.

"Mistro," Nieko yelled weakly. I could barely here him. But by some odd compulsion, I stopped and looked behind me." If you change your mind, all you have to do is call my name. I will here you."

"Don't count on it," I said. With that I started to run. I never looked back.

-

Perfect. Just perfect. My 'shortcut' had just taken me back to the school, leaving me soaked and drenched. And it was still raining as it approached eight o'clock. I was definitely not going to get my homework done. I began to run down the street, desperately trying to make up for lost time. The afternoon's events had left me in shock. I didn't know what to do about it. Maybe it was all a dream. God how I hope it was. Things couldn't get any weirder.

I turned a corner and suddenly ran into something, falling flat on my butt. "Sorry," I mumbled as I looked up. I dropped my jaw in horror. It was the same thugs that Urameshi had saved me from. Dear god someone help me.

"Well well what do we have hear?" he said menacingly as he pulled out a dirty looking wooden baseball bat. "You know, it's too bad that Urameshi isn't here to save your 'hind again. I guess it's also too bad that I'm in the mood for revenge. What do you think boys?"

My eyes widened in horror as I realized that there were eight of them in total, each holding a crowbar or something that was definitely going to be very unpleasant. My lower lip began to tremble. I almost wanted to cry. They cheered their leader on, each having an awful look towards me. I stood up, then tried to make a run for it. It only took a few seconds for one of them to pull me down and drag me into an alleyway.

"Now we don't want to be running, do we," he said, pushing me up against the wet wall by my collar. This was not the time to be afraid.

"You know, it's rather funny, seeing the fear in your eyes. It suits you well, since you are a coward." Now that pissed me off. I may be scared, but a coward? I wasn't a coward.

"Now I think it's time we have some fun, right boys?" Several gave vengeful snickers as they began to approach me. I wasn't going to wait to take a beating. I threw a fist out wildly, catching the guy holding me up against the wall. Surprised by the sudden outburst, he let me go. I dropped to by knees and tripped the nearest thug, but it seemed pointless. Someone had already grabbed me from behind and forced me up. I spun around to catch one hell of a punch to my face. Damn it hurt! I didn't know people could hit that hard. I staggered back trying to regain my balance when another thug swung his crowbar at my lower legs. I gasped at the pain, trying not to cry. My lower left leg felt shattered, or if not, at least cracked in several places.

Somehow I managed to stay on my feet. Or at least my one good foot, I should say. I fell back against the wall, tears starting to blur my eyes from all the pain. Blackness was forming at the edge of my vision. My lower leg felt like it was on fire with a thousand needles poked into it. The same thug swung his crowbar towards me again, but I saw it in time to block. I soon started to regret it as my right wrist was thrashed open. Blood started trickling down my hand as I staggered against the wall. The stinging sensation was unimaginable. The leader with the baseball bat came up to me and swung his wooden bat as hard as he could at my chest. The blackness was too much to hold back as I herd a loud and audible crack.

The darkness came in and I saw no more.