(A/N: I know I know. (sighs) I haven't updated since the prehistoric era and my stories are left unfinished! So I'm here to continue them all! Modan Ai is updated and now for SDFG! Please REVIEW AND ENJOY!)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Samurai Deeper Kyo characters or plot. I wish I did......but that would be the day.......pigs fly..........However MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AS WELLALL OF MY IDEAS IN THIS FAN FICTION BELONG TO MOI. NO STEALING!

Rating: PG, as usual Kyo uses bad language openly and freely. Why not? (has a hundred reasons why he shouldn't), because he's Demon Eyes Kyo.

Step Down From Grace—

Chapter eight: "The Day I Die"

Sitting high in her "royal throne", Okuni remained silent and every so often, looked towards the ground at Kyo. He wasleaning lazily against the trunk of the tree Okuni was perched in. He had collasped, beneath the tree's low regal branches, enjoying the few moments of tranquil bliss, before the next torture session would begin.

Kyo had not a care in the world: whether he was in detention, goofing off between classes, pulling pranks at breaks, terrorizing teachers, and frightening freshmen. Or of course, sit beneath a tree with his top admirer above him, while ditching class.

Kyo re-thought the brief fight between his sensei and himself. He snorted.

Why care?

The old bag deserved it.

Besides...

Everyone loved Kyoshiro.

Yes, it was always "marvelous" Kyoshiro who made honor roll. "Talented" Kyoshiro who had become the head boy at the kendo dojo. And now "cute" Kyoshiro, the popular boy at school, and recently nominated as the "best looking" boy by the girls besides Kyo.

However Kyo still remained at the top: he was the strongest man in kendo matches, he was most popular boy, he was the best looking guy besides Kyoshrio. But still his twin, his brother, his utter half, threatened his stature and reputation. But the hate for Kyoshiro and Them, suceeded school issues by far. This haterd and resentment went waaaayback. To the darker days...

"Kyo? Did you hear the chimes?"

Okuni's words scattered Kyo's reminissing, for the better part. Grunting, the demon rose to his feet, brushed himself off and swiped up his backpack. Okuni sailed down from the tree's height to Kyo's side, landing with a light thud. He barely glanced at her, he began to move forwards across the grass field.

The chimes had rung, class was going to begin soon. Kyo and Okuni re-entered the school building, the hallways swamped with pupils. Kyo's crimson orbs darted to a certain form that stood out like a sore thumb. A cruel smirk played across his dark features, Kyo stood in front of Yuya, using a foot to kick her legs, as she sat against the wall, staring into space.

There was a screech.

"HEY! Why you-Kyo?" Yuya blinked.

"What the hell are you doing?" Yuya's eyes had narrowed, now realizing who it was.

Sure he was Demon Eyes Kyo or whatever he called himself, he wouldn't push her around. No matter how scary he was. Okuni flipped her hair with an annoyed sigh, her pale mocha eyes locked into Yuya's. The two instantly had the same feelings towards eachother; they disliked eachother right away.

Yuya growled, "And WHO are YOU?"

Okuni tilted her head, causally, Kyo rolled his eyes and continuing walking. In a flash, he had disappeared in a sea of students. Okuni had watched him go, looking for him. She would have liked to have accompained him. But she was left with a mess. People pushed past Yuya and Okuni, their roughness caused Yuya to brush herself off and get to her feet. She slung her backpack over her shoulder, her emerald eyes still glaring into Okuni's mocha ones.

"Okuni Izumono. Who are you to Kyo? You seem to lack respect for him," Okuni answered coldly.

Yuya rolled her eyes and walked past her muttering a reply, "Why would I have respect for an idiot?"

Okuni watched her leave, with narrow slits for eyes. What an impudent girl. Okuni thought bitterly before, she too disappeared into the crowd.

The bell was nearly about the sound. Okuni's thoughts of Kyo were clouding her mind, as well as the girl. The two of them, made it impossible to think of anything more. Okuni turned a corner and walked into her classroom. Collasping into her seat. He rmocha eyes lifted.

Kyo sat in the far left, two rows away. His crimson eyes focused boredly upon the science sensei. Okuni watched him, sercretively. Kyo was well aware of her feelings, as well as most of the girls who had crushes on him. Almost everyday, as Okuni accompained him to his locker, girls waited for him, and others stuffed notes and presents inside. It was a daily routine, but it ached her heart knowing he loved.....nothing. Only blood......darkness........

But love itself. He knew nothing about. Okuni pulled out her notebook and began copying notes, as the sensei blabbering on about something she couldn't hear, not while she was thinking. She gazed at Kyo longingly, with sorrow.

One day, she was certain, something would change his life. Something drastic and effective, but yet not horribly. Something that would open his mind, soul, and heart to the world around him, and feeling he didn't know exsisted. Someone that would heal his raging, resentful, and rebellious heart.

Okuni sighed, mentally. Oh if it was only her. But she knew her fate, her destiny. Then it came to her. Kyo would never love her. But than it occured to her. To make him think of only her........his actions would only be for her.......to make him hate her. That was the key.

Her eyes wandered over to another form, at the back of Kyo's row, another person. She knew Kyo detested him, for he had conncetions with the Dreaded. As for the past that linked the two. Okuni looked from Kyo to Him. That was it!

The key to making him hate her.

After he hated her. It would be the day.

"The day that I die."

Another pair of eyes watched. Always watched, like a silent unnoticed ninja. Yet he was far from a ninja. He was a swordsman. Open to combat, fighting close, against an opponent or enemy. The smiling and innocent form, hid his true intentions and his real thoughts. Another popular and on the higher list of cute looking guys.

To girls he was hot, in another way. He was handsome, all his one, in another way. He wore a sunny smile on his face, and his eyes were in a cat like happy state. He observed Okuni's sorrowful looks, Kyo's annoyance, the girl's troubles, and the movements of Kyo's hated kin. He had connections too, in a different manner.

His mentor Kyo, a good swordsman in kendo. So advanced he coached two pupils of his own, one being himself.

He ran a hand through his creamy ivory, colored hair. It was cut short, but in needing of trimming, it had becoming a little shaggy and had split ends. Something girls usually worried frequently about, he mused.

However he was quite sure of Okuni's little plan. It all made sense. That was one. Her feelings were clear. That was two. But her desires were obvious. That was three.

(A/N: Yes very mysterious! So I ask you? (grins) Do you think you know who this person is? Oh and another thing.....REVIEW PLEASE)