Author's Note: YELLO! People's, What's up! I started writing this story on my free time…BY HAND! So, before I can go to school tomorrow, I got to get this stuff online, 'cause I need room in my notebook/binder for other writings. SO LUCKY YOU! Readers, you get…..ANOTHER CHAPTER!

Disclaimer-I only own my OC's, the other things like DMC, and whatever the heck else gets referenced in the following chapter….So Enjoy!

RE: AUTHOR'S NOTE: SORRY! SORRY! SOOOORRRRRRRYYYYY! GOMENASAI! I went to finish typing this this weekend, then I found out...I LOST my internet at home! 'Cause one of the renters decided that he doesn't have to pay rent! SO now I had to wait till Today to go over to my friend's house to update this chapter, also to all of you people who read this and go to school with me...Just calm down! Give me a couple hours, and I'll have this gosh darned story up! 'Kay?

*Sigh* "Guess I should explain...", Damn, I'm not going to any other classes by the looks of it...

"I've had this arm for as long as I can remember. It all began when I woke up, I was 6 years old at the time. And that is my first memory..."

I opened my eyes, everything was blurry, I had a searing headache. I blinked my eyes multiple time to clear my vision. Once I can see clearly, I realize, I don't know where I am, as I contemplate that some more, I realize I don't know who I am either. I shift my head to the side to inspect my body. And am greeted with a severe pain to my entire body. I feel like I'm covered, head to toe in injuries. I try to lift my head, and groan and fall back on to my pillow.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a boy, sleeping, in a chair next to the door. "O-O-Ohayo...", I croaked, realizing that he could not hear me, for neither could I, for my ears and head were covered in bandages. So I spoke louder, "O-OHAYO!" The boy, who I now notice looks as equally rough shape as me, had big round glasses, that looked like they were being held together by glue and tape. He jumped really high out of his chair. And his glasses flew off his face, and onto the floor. He quickly grabbed them and put them back on his face, but not before I saw his pretty blue eyes.

"Oh my gosh! You're awake, Ms. Roo! Ms. Roo! She's awake! Ms. Roo, she's awake!", He yelled out the door. A few moments passed and then I could hear footsteps charging towards the room, once they reached the door, I saw the source of the footsteps. They belonged to a woman who looked about 21 or 22 years old, wearing big round glasses, she had jet black hair, which was as straight as could be, she had brilliant blue eyes that seemed to shine behind her glasses. She was wearing a white over coat/cloak, with a grey fuzzy hood, under this coat/cloak, she had a plain grey turtle neck long sleeve shirt, with grey cargo pants.

She looked at me excitedly and ran over to my bed side and sat on the ground next to the bed, she grabbed my left hand, which I then realized was heavily wrapped in bandages, {later when I got a closer inspection, I would come to realize that it wasn't just my left hand, but my entire arm, and upper have of my chest...which is why I am mostly flat chested..also that these 'bandages', which I was later informed are seal's, were, even back then, covered in symbols, runes, and the numbers 13 through 1 going down my arm.}

"Are you feeling alright? Kitty?", she asked me, with a look of complete and utterly sincere, concern, all over her face. "Gomean, Nue^de Nanei?" ([Sorry, what did you say?] Aranian){Which I didn't even realizing I was speaking, cause at the time I couldn't hear very well 'cause of the bandages} After the woman heard that she looked kind of confused, then she face palmed, laughed at herself, and said ,"Well, Duh! With all those bandages on her head, it's no wonder she can't hear me!"

So she started removing the bandages on my head, very carefully as if to not hurt me. After a couple minutes, she had my head completely uncovered and I could hear perfectly. "Better?", She asked, with an apologetic smile. "Y-Yes", I replied, trying to sit up, but I didn't have the strength, so I fell back painfully. "Gah!", I gasped, sucking in air at the pain that shot through my body from that little bit of movement. "Here, calm down and let me help you.", said the woman, pulling a couple pillows out of virtually no where. She lifted my head gingerly, with the help of the boy, who was in the room when I first woke up. She propped me up with the pillows so I could sit up.

Once I was situated, I asked the question that had been on my mind since I had woken up ,"Who are you? And who am I?" The woman looked at me with a curious face, then looked down, sighed, and looked up again, with an apologetic smile on her face. "You are my…daughter… Kitty, Kitty-Roo Harusame. You were in an… Accident, this boy over there *pointing to the boy who had been in here when I woke up* brought you home. You were in bad shape.", she seemed hesitant to tell me anything else. So I turned to the boy ,"So you helped me? I was in an accident….?" I racked my brain trying to remember for myself, but my mind came up as a blank. The boy looked at me and nodded, shyly ,"Yah, you got hurt because you were protecting me…" At this point he started to tear up. "It's 'cause you were protecting me you lost your memory. I'm S-Sorry…", he cried a bit, before he could continue, I stopped him.

"Even If I don't remember it, it's not your fault! It was my decision to help you, I don't know what I helped you from, or even anything else, but, either way, I'm glad I helped someone in need. So, and since this woman,…My mother says you brought me home, I should also thank you. So. Thank You. Mister…What is your name?"

"Oh…Oh, So-Sorry, I should introduce myself, Huh. Hahaha, I'm Darien, Darien Anderson. Your welcome. Ms. Kitty." He said looking at me and smiling a beautiful smile, the light overhead shined on his damaged glasses, showing his nice blue eyes, making him look like a cute little puppy.

Upon closer inspection of the room in which I was in, it was a good sized room, the bed was in the middle of one wall pointing out, on the wall opposite was a beautifully hand carved looking wardrobe, the door was parallel to the big window, that looking from where I was at, I could see it was raining, not very heavily though. The walls were a light blue and dark blue split by a grey stripe through the middle.

As I was inspecting the room, I saw the corner of the room… Waver… Then to my complete amazement, a strange arm came through the wavering and distorted wall corner. So me, like any rational 6 year, screamed, and pointed at the emerging figure of a grotesque monster thingy. My mother, or whoever she was claiming to be my mother, for I have no memories to counter act her claim, she looked at the emerging figure. Her face turned cold and scary. "Damn BASTARDS! Can't you leave my Effing daughter alone! Graaaah!", she said, standing up holding out her left arm, and yelling ,"Give my Fucking Sword! Come forth sealed Weapon!" Then out of nowhere a huge, and HUGE, sword, like Buster Sword sized, appeared in her left hand. Darien ran over to my opposite side that my mother was on. We looked dumbfounded, as she wielded the huge sword with one hand, and easily dispatch the monster that was easily twice her size.

And as started the monster was gone. "What the Hell was that!?", I yell, Darien nodded in agreement. "Hey! Watch your language, young lady!" Yep she is defiantly my mother, I may not remember her, but that was a immediate mother response. "That, Kitty, was a Shadow Demon. The nasty little buggers have been plaguing this world for as long as it's been around. This-," she said holding up her sword, which started to fade out of existence. "Is Sealed Weapon, My… Our family has used them for generations to fight the Shadows and the Demons."

"So do I have on of those?", I ask, twinkly eyes. "Yes, but I'll explain that later, your still sick, and injured. So get some rest, and if you need any thing, just ask Darien, or yell for me, 'Kay?", she replied, removing my extra pillows, laying me down. I nod my head, starting to fall asleep. "Good night, honey.", she said.

…

….Back in the classroom…. Mike was quiet, taking in everything I had just told him. It was near the end of the end of ninth period. Before we discuss what I had just said, the bell rang. "Fuck! Dude, I got to go! We'll talk more tomorrow!", I say grabbing my stuff, and high tailing out of the classroom, even before I could here his reply. It was Thursday, and my 'Uncle' has his "Poker Night", where, my aunt and her kids go over to their friends house's for the night. And I have to clean the house for my 'Uncle' and his buddies' party. So I go to my locker and grab my clip on roller blades and roll as fast as I could, towards my house, hoping to beat my 'Uncle' home. But, when I was at the opposite end of my block, a black car pulls up beside me, honking it's horn. I curve around to slow down as not to crash. In the car was two white haired men…Fuck!