Chapter 2.
The Dragon
Two years have past since the death of Father and becoming responsible for Vorschlag and it's people. Two years since Fathers possession of him, the Black Dragons attempt on Sara's life, his sacrifice to save her, and her gift of life in return. At first he believed things might be all right between them, hoped maybe, even better with their new understanding of each other and their Mistress. Even hope gives way to reality after time and constant abuse. His beloved went back to her wonderfully use of words, and looks to show her displeasure and scorn to her freak of a stalker.
When he awoke to open his eyes after those few brief moments of cold blackness, to see the look of relief and happiness in those beautiful green eyes and that amazing smile aimed at him, his heart nearly stopped again. No matter what happened before or since, that moment in time will forever remain his. No one can take it from him, not Father, time, or even his Beloved.
Ian paused for a instant, drawn out of his musings by his ever working instincts, were telling he there was another presence near. He allows his senses to expand, sending their information of his surrounding area back to him, thinking of the gang members, muggers, murders, and victims that roam the area. Ian always trusted those instincts and senses; they never failed him, but what they were saying now was mind boggling even to amazingly high IQ. The presence was strong no powerful, and alien but not, bloodlust with endless calm, the smell of youth with the feel of agelessness. A small shiver of uncertainty went down his spine. They say if you see a Black dragon don't piss him off, will even a Black Dragon would give pause before disturbing this being.
His one flaw came to the surface at this time, curiosity. He needed to see, had to look at what held this kind of presence and power. Moving with his own amazing strength and grace he flowed though the trees to get a visual on his objective. He came upon a small clearing, were what he saw confused him. There stood a man no more than thirty years of age dressed in a hand-made perfectly tailored business suit, a gray so light it almost matched the silver, white of the man's own hair when the light hits it. He was rather tall, Ian figured about five or six inches taller than himself, with shoulder length hair pulled back similar to Ian's own only with bangs. The suit and hair triggered a response in his photographic memory this is Mr. S. Uesutan-Joutei (western-lord) known to the world as simply Joutei.
Joutei was one of the few people in the world that rivaled Father in money, power, and ruthlessness in business. Ian watched unnoticed trying to understand to connection of this man and the presence he felt. They had meet a few time when Father was alive in meetings over mutual business interests and investment, but never felt any unusual from the man until now.
As Ian was about to leave, his curiosity partly sated, he felt a shift in the world around him. Looking for the source he noticed a slight wind swirling around Joutei, revealing an increasing number of changes to the......man?
The suit was now replaced with old-fashion silk Japanese attire for a man of status, complete with swords and bone amour. His hair out grew it's confinement to only stop when it reached the back the man's knees, along with a furry object flowing over one shoulder. Most striking of all where the claws and fangs that grew out to razor sharp points. The facial markings that appeared confirmed the growing suspicions to Ian's mind about what he was seeing.......a Youkai!! (demon)