-Chapter 1-

-Intro-

I ... I was never supposed to be born... I was never supposed to exist... I was never... supposed to even be a part of this world... then why am I here..? Why am I here...? Am I here to be tortured by the illness that keeps me in this chair or in that bed..? Someone... save me... save me please. /I

"Save me..." A small, raspy whisper came from the soft lips of one who felt tortured by her illness and from the head of her family.

Such beauty of the family was kept quarantined, many knew not that she even existed, despite her parents, the head of the family, and her brothers. If anyone knew, they dared not to speak of the knowledge. If they did... there was dire consequences. She sat in a dark bed room. It was plain, nothing to show any kind of personality, any kind of preference. Nothing. Just a bed, a chair, a desk, a notebook on the desk, and a small closet/dresser type combo. She sat by the window, staring out at the trees, seeing the birds, and wishing to be one of them. She hated being what she was, a monster among monsters, at least, that's what she was always told.

The wind came in the window, playing lightly with her long silver hair, lightly touching her light silver eyelashes that shaded her bright yet lifeless, needy blue eyes. Innocence and curiosity. Purity and tainted soul. She was a lovely person to look at. Perfectly proportionate, beautiful curves, thin body, small hands, yet strong muscles. She looked like every man's dream... yet she could never become the kind of girl that any man could hold... except perhaps that head of the family. She sometimes sang to the birds, who either listened, or joined in her song, and the people who lived within the main house, listened as well. They knew that there was a legend of a ghost of a woman morning her love for someone unknown... Yet no one would guess that the person singing was actually alive.

Light suddenly entered the room, and a tall figure stood in the doorway. The girl turned towards it, fear suddenly entering her eyes as she recognized who it was. Someone she wanted nothing to do with... The man was tall, having black hair, long on the sides, and cut short in the back. He had sharp, cold black eyes that showed that he was in no mood to hear her say anything. He was a thin man, wearing a black turtleneck and black pants. The family... knew him as...

"Akitou-sama..." the girl rasped out lightly before taking a small sip of water and clearing her throat for a moment, "what can I possibly do to show you the pleasure of this visit?"

The one known as Akitou walked forward, closing the door behind him, the familiar sound of the lock clicking into place was not that foreign to the girl's ears.

Akitou smiled at her as he answered, "you're going to help me... I need you to do something for me. It may be difficult for you, but if you do well... I'll let you out of this room."

The girl's eyes widened, "h-help you do what, may I ask, Akitou-sama..?"

"You will help me.." Akitou leaned down to her level, placing his thin strong hands on the handles of her wheelchair, his face close to hers, smiling lightly, but his eyes stayed cold, "you will help me, destroy Tohru Honda."

About a week after Akitou's visit, no one came except a maid to give the girl food. No one ever mentioned her name. One would think that they were either ordered to, they were too ignorant of it, or that they were afraid to. Every time the girl tried to start conversation with one of the maids, she slunk back and exited the small room-like cage as fast as she could. And again, the girl would sit there and wonder why she was even alive. To sit in a cage like a captured bird with clipped wings. Only to sing to those that were free and let them hear her beautiful song. The door opened to her cage and she didn't even bother to turn. It was about the time for a maid to come in with food for dinner, so she just presumed that it was one. But the person stepped closer, and the shadow was larger, the shoulders on the shadow were much more broad than a maid's. The girl turned, seeing a tall man with dark brown hair, one side long, covering up his left eye. He was wearing a business suit, and carrying a case that appeared to be a medical bag of some sort.

The girl's eyes softened as she realized who it was who visited her this time. It wasn't the cruel Akitou-sama she knew, and it wasn't the shy and fearful maids that came to her with food. It was a person she actually liked... one that was close to her brother... One that perhaps may know answers to her questions... Would he..?

"Have you been doing better than the last time I came to visit?" He asked, it was small talk as he pulled a stethoscope from his bag and placed the ear pieces into place before searching for her heart beat.

"I believe I have Hatori-san. Then again, there's not much I could do that would strain me." Her voice was light, almost happy as she spoke with the doctor known as Hatori.

"Please, you don't have to be so formal we're only a year apart in age."

"I'm sorry Hatori...-kun." She seemed almost saddened by this.

There was a long silence before she spoke up, while he ran a few small tests on her.

"Hatori-kun... why am I here..? What purpose do I serve... and why was I born..?" She spoke in a sad whisper.

Hatori cracked a slight smile, perhaps to was to comfort her as he continued to run the tests, "from the legends that I've heard... when you transform... you are the angel, working under Akitou-sama, to watch over us, the ones cursed by the animals of the Zodiac... You're the greatest one of us all..." He hesitated when he was about to say her name due to another person entering the small room.

Akitou stood in the doorway, smiling at them both, his sadistic, yet gentle gaze was upon the girl. "It's time to go... Enjeru-sama."