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Another reason this took so long to get up is because I rewrote this chapter at least three, perhaps even four, timesin the last two or three weeks. I kept having different ideas of how to get this chapter across and ended up with the way it is now.

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Chapter 4 – Journal of Yuki Kariudo

It is so strange to be writing this now, so many years after the fact. I never thought I would ever condemn - yes condemn is right word I suppose when thinking hard about it- myself to writing my thoughts, emotions and life in general. I suppose I thought I would never care to, never wish to speak of what is constantly on my mind. But as I stare at this page I find the words writing themselves out with my hand as their blind guide.

It's disturbing sometimes to know that my body does things before my mind registers it. Or perhaps it does, but will not tell me until after whatever it needs to do it done. Or perhaps it's just that I don't care to listen because I know it will always guide me as needed, something of an instinct if you will.

Thinking back to days of old, ones that are never really forgotten, I find that there were so many events that that surely would have felled a lesser man, or even the greatest of demons if played out in the order to which they have in my life.

Irony I suppose it all is. I think I'm safe in a place that I can easily call home, but just as fast as I can declare it it's ripped right from bloody hands as if I am undeserving of ever finding peace and happiness. It's the bitter reality of the world I suppose, as tragic and unjust as it maybe.

I suppose the best place to start for any tale is from the beginning, but I find the beginning is boring. Yes, who wants to know where and when I was born or how I was raised. Even I don't care for it and it is my life. And really who is ever going to read this anyway.

But look at me, I'm babbling. In life I do not speak much, but on paper that is apparently not the case. What a shame. It looks like I will be speaking much in here.

Many years ago, so many that I have in fact lost track, I lived peacefully – what a strange word – with my family, which consisted of my parents, three elder brothers and a younger sister.

I was small child at this point, but old enough to remember a great tragedy. It all happened on a particularly cold winter night when the moon was full. Everyone in the household was in a blissful slumber, as it was quite far into the evening.

However the peaceful air that hovered in my quaint little home was soon turned into a dead stillness with the scent of blood lingering so heavily within it that one would choke upon it. The cause for this drastic change was none other than the ruthless clan known as Deathriem. A clan who's members would not hesitate to slaughter an innocent child in the middle of busy street in broad daylight.

Fowl creatures the lot of them are.

As to be expected the leader, Dialgo, came to show his ugly face that night. I suppose he was bored and wanted something to do and murdering a family that had long stayed out of his dealing would do just the trick of amusing him.

I remember being startled awake as something crashed loudly from within the dinning area. My infant sister, Hana, was awakened too, but instead of being quite as I was she wailed and wailed loudly. It brought me back to reality and I was quick to quiet her as I cradled her in my arms as I had so many time since her birth not a year before.

I hadn't a clue of what was going on, but something about the feeling in the air told me it was not good. Just as Hana was quieting down my eldest brothers, Tenchi and Tenri, identical twins, came barging in, quickly followed by my other brother, Haru, who was little older than I at the time.

The twins told me to keep Hana silent and that something was terribly wrong.

"Mum and dad gave got to see what's happening," I remember Tenri saying in his hushed voice. Fear had been on his face that night, but he had tried to hide it from us, tried to comfort us as dread began engulfing our fates.

It wasn't long after this had been said that a shrill cry pierced all our very hearts. It was the cries of our parents as they had been ruthlessly slaughtered by the nightly intruders. I have never forgotten that sound and it still haunts my memory to this very day.

Tenchi and Tenri looked at one another, faces paler than the moonlight that came through my bedroom window. I remember the last words I ever heard from them, said in unison, quiet typical of them, before they died, "We love you guys."

They ran from the room heading towards the dinning area knowing full well that there was no returning from where they were going, but also knowing that if they were going to die they were going to do so fighting.

Handing Hana to Haru I walked out into the hall cautiously. To this day I don't know what had made me walk out there, but I suppose it doesn't matter any longer, what's done is done. What I saw then was something that had scared my mind and plagued my dreams for countless years.

I could not see anyone, but I could see their shadows. I saw my brother's and I saw how they died. One of them, Tenchi, I knew because of his ponytail, was blasted through the chest by a particularly frightening shadow; one I would later learn belonged to Dialgo. I saw the streak of energy speed across the room and explode into the far wall, bits of blood splattered on the floor and the wall next to me, nearly making me cry out, but somehow I withstood the urge.

Haru was by my side before Tenri fell. He was deathly frightened and Hana was nearing tears once again. I remember looking over at him, about to tell him it would be alright when the final cry of our eldest brother was heard. Dialgo had punctured his chest with his arm. The seconds that followed felt like an eternity. We could hear Tenri wheezing and choking the blood that was rising in his throat before all life left him.

I remember feeling very sick at that moment and nearly lost my stomach then and there, but it never got past my throat. Before any of use knew it the bane of our family was before us, smirking sadistically, blood dripping down the arm he had used to slay our brother.

Hana was screaming by now and Haru as was petrified and could hardly breathe as he looked upon the face of his would-be killer. Somehow I managed to get my wits about me and grabbed him to dash off down the hall seconds before death had greeted him.

We ran right into our parent's room and slammed the door in Dialgo's face, which earned an extremely aggravated growl from the demon. The door only proved to hinder him for a brief moment however and he quickly broken through, despite our cries of protest.

Dialgo and his henchmen all stood in the doorway now. The former was obviously annoyed that three children had bested him in even a minute way when the four eldest of my family had not been able to even touch him.

There was nowhere left for us to run. We were trapped, trapped like rats about to be fed to a hungry snake.

My brother whimpered beside me, "Yuki," his eyes brimming with tears and the wails of our sister ringing in our ears. I hadn't the time to utter anything, not even an intangible word, for Dialgo had lunged forward and stripped the life from him and my sister in one blow.

I was all that was left of my family. Alone and frightened I knew in my childish mind that I would be next, that I would be with my family again soon.

But it would seem that fate had other ideas.

Tears were running down my face and it took all my power to not wail. This made Dialgo curious for some reason. I suppose he expect a small child such as myself to cry out loudly and give him more pleasure to take the kill.

He had taken no more than a step when I saw him imbedded in the far wall. I hadn't any clue at the time of what was going on, but I could feel anger overtaking my sorrow and I gladly accepted it.

I suppose it was during that time that the clan leader realized that something was very strange about me and he became enraged. It makes sense when you think about it though, I was a mere child and he was powerful demon, something of a god if you wish, but yet and still I had just thrown him into a wall, even though I hadn't know how I had done it.

With such speed that I could not comprehend a powerful blast of energy crashed into my body, but I did not move, I did not even cringe. The attack left me bruised and slightly cut, but that was nothing compared to what should have happened and Dialgo's face told me that I should have been obliterated. He was shocked beyond compression, even beyond words, as looked upon me.

I don't know what would have happened if I had remained there any longer, but the next thing I knew I was blinded by a bright light and was gone from my home.

I remember the faces of my family so well. It seems like only yesterday I was living with them and going about life as I always had as a child, but I know that those days have long since faded way and will forever remain out of my grasp.

Man, that's kind of creepy isn't it. Poor Yuki, whoever she may be.

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