Author's Note: Whee, my second fanfic. About Demon Ororon, of course! I hope everyone liked the first one. The only thing I didn't love about the book was that they never show what happens to Mitsume, and I was like going crazy trying to imagine what would become of him! Mitsume is one of my favourite characters and I think he's really cute…aww, I feel so sad for him. So this is my version of what happens after Demon Ororon, Vol. 4 to the young bounty hunter. Reviews are appreciated, but flames with be answered with a thorough tongue-sticking-outing. Enjoy : )!

The alley was dark and dank, smelling of rotting fish and mould. The rain had let up slightly, and now the garbage that lined the passage was soggy, so that strange ooze leaked out of the holes in the bag. The lonely caw of a crow sounded, perched high above on the rafters. Broken power lines that had once hung overhead now lay sizzling in the puddles that filled the alley, daring anyone to set foot near them. Shards of glass also littered the flooded pavement, originating form windows that hung crooked, broken long ago. The entire passage gave off an aura of disgusting, untrustworthy shadow.

So was the way that the elderly man led Mitsume. They wandered through a maze of passages, turning many ways. The bounty hunter eyed the vicious rats that crawled around through the cans, gnawing the refuse. He raised a brow, but he had seen much worse. He knew that he'd lived in places before that made this alley seem like a four-star hotel. Nevertheless, something about it still bothered him. He wasn't sure whether it was the faint smell of arsenic; the fact that he was going deeper into the shadows of the alley and couldn't see very well; or the fact that the old man had just disappeared from his sight.

The last fact snapped Mitsume's attention back to the present. He blinked a couple of times and looked around. It seemed as though the man had just been right in front of him. He had also had a slight limp, and it was not as though he could have easily eluded Mitsume. The young bounty hunter, despite his slight injuries, was in good physical shape. He had lean muscles, and knew that he had quite a fast walk, even when he was just ambling along. Nevertheless, if this information was indeed true, how was it that the old man was no longer in front of him? It was although he had vanished.

"Don't be ridiculous," Mitsume spoke aloud. As far as he knew there was no one around, but the sound of his voice distracted him from the cold shiver that was creeping slowly up his back. "People don't vanish into thin air. Angel or demon, or whatever, it's impossible." Now he turned his head to look around, for the haunting, foreboding feeling he was having was growing quite strong, and though he could not place it, neither could he deny or ignore it.

Mitsume frowned. It was dark. The sun had set without him even noticing it. Or perhaps, lost in the heart of this dark corridor, his mind was playing tricks on him.

No! Mitsume shook his head viciously. He would never really trust other people, but the one being he had to always trust was himself. He had been lost before, and easily survived. He would not doubt his own sanity simply because an old man had wandered away.

Yes, that was it. Of course. The old man was still limping down the alley; totally oblivious that Mitsume was no longer behind him. It had just appeared that he had vanished because of the haze of twilight that had fallen. But it was night now, then what was that odd light in the distance?

The young bounty hunter refocused his eyes, and stared at the strange light that was off behind the wall. Mitsume didn't know if it had just appeared, or whether it had been there the entire time, unnoticed. His initial reaction was to ignore it and go on his way. Then he realized he didn't really have a way.

Mitsume stood for a couple of minutes, gazing into the strange glow. It seemed to have taken on a tinge of blue, but he couldn't be quite sure. It flickered slightly across the wall where it was reflected, like fire, but seemed not to be fire. Mitsume wasn't sure why, it was just a strange feeling that tugged on his soul. It's not fire. Not real fire, anyway. Oh, shit. Mitsume felt the large raindrops soaking once again through his coat. He realized that he was not accomplishing anything that would get him out of the alley, and so, for lack of anything better to do, he approached the alley with the strange light.

Mitsume peeked out from behind the alley. A strange, fire-like luminance radiated from the ground, except that it was bluish, and almost seemed to dance instead of flickering like normal fire. It gave off a strong heat that Mitsume could feel even from behind the wall. Then a low, strong voice pierced the silence.

"You might as well come out. I sensed your presence here long ago."

That was when Mitsume noticed the shape of a dark, tall figure looming behind the strange blue flame. A sinister shadow spread from the tips of the silhouette's shoulders like gigantic dragon's wings and covered the bricks behind him. Mitsume ducked back behind his defense, trying to scope out whomever the shadow was speaking to. Then the young hunter realized the truth.

The mysterious, dark being was talking to him.

OK, I think that is either going to stretch beyond 5 chapters, or will become a sequel. I'll see how the next chapter (which is supposed to be the last) turns out. I doubt if I will end it off there, so I am seriously considering doing another story as a follow-up when I'm done. Bye for now everybody!