It was raining, hard, in the middle of the night. A dark figure carried a small bundle in a blanket, which remained silent as the cold wind howled. Sound asleep in that bundle, was a baby. The hooded figure held the baby tight as lightning thrashed the sky violently. The figure darted inside the large, stone building.
A girl, no older than four came running down the stone stairs. She was a very skinny and pretty little girl, with silky, dark ebony hair with a violet hue to it that was pulled back in a french braid and two locks of hair hanging beside her face with silver tips to them. Her eyes were silvery with purple specks in them. "Daddy!" her voice cried as she ran to the figure. She looked at the bundle. "Is that Klye? And where is mommy?" The hooded figure grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a kitchen looking room where a maid glanced at the two of them.
"Master Waters!" she said. "Let me take the child to Alyson." The figure handed the baby to the maid, and she carried it back towards the hall and up the stairs. The girl looked up at her father.
"Daddy? Is Klye going to be okay?" He smiled at his daughter as he pulled back his hood, revealing his blonde hair and chocolate eyes.
"Yes, now, follow me, Ayame," he said. Ayame smiled and followed her father into the front hall and up the stairs. In a large bedroom there was a woman sitting with the baby in a rockingchair next to a fire. The baby Klye was still asleep. The father sat on a chair ont he other side of the fireplace and Ayame sat on the ground and crossed her legs. Peaceful moments passed as the family sat together, whem a shadow appeared in the window. Alyson, the mother, screamed as she jumped up, holding Klye close to her. The window broke as the shadowed figure jumpe din, and shards flew everywhere. Two of them hit Ayame on her arm, leaving two adjoining diagonal slices on her arm that formed an angle. Ayame screamed as she fell on the floor, clutching her small wound.
The figure turned to the father, and in a split second, he cut him in the throat with a dagger. Ayame and Alyson gasped as he fell to the floor, clutching his throat and coughing up blood as it oozed through his throat and down his lips. Alyson scream "No!" several times, and called out his name. The shadowed figure turned to the mother, who baked up protectively towards Ayame. She handed Ayame the baby Klye.
"Ayame, run, now," her mother ordered. Ayame couldn't move. "Ayame, go. Find Rosetia, and don't come back." Ayame winced, pain seering in her scar.
"No! I won't leave you!" The dark figure cut stabbed her mother in the chest, and she hunched forward, the shadow smirking as she was running out of breath. "Mother!"
"Ayame.." Alyson said, in a haorse voice. "Go... run... you need to live, and protect... the faimly heirloom..." Her father started to inch towards her mother, who collapsed onto the floor.
"Please, daughter... protect it..." he said, pulling off a pendant from under his clothes. It was gold, encrusted with the largest moonstone that anyone has ever seen "Get out of here... there is no help for us..." He fell on top of his wife. Ayame shook her head, crying tear gems.
"No! You can't!"
They didn't answer. She held her little brother tighly to her as the shadow looked at her, stepping closer.
"Come here, little girl... I won't hurt you if you give me the pendant..." the dark figure said. She frowned.
"You're never going to get it!" She ran out of the room, and down the stairs. The shadow wasn't going to catch her on her quick and nimble feet. She then turned into a hallway and ran for the dining room. Rosetia, a maid was dusting the lamp. Ayame tuggeed on her apron.
"Rosetia! Rosetia!" Ayame called to her. Rosetia looked down at her.
"What is it, young mistress?"
"They killed daddy and mommy!" she said. "Mommy said find you." Rosetia grabbed he girl's wrist.
"Follow me." She ran out of the other door in the room, and into a different hallway. Then, down a longer hallway and she opened a door. A man in his early twenties was sitting at a desk in what appeared to be a library. He looked up at the two.
"Rosetia? What is it?" Rosetia took a deep breath.
"We're under attack, again," she said. "The master and mistress were killed, only their heirs are alive. Ayame already has the sacred heirloom, and Klye is asleep." The man nodded.
"They can no longer go by these names, Rosetia," the man said. Rosetia nodded to agree.
"Ayame, is there a name you would like to have?" Ayame nodded.
"Krystina Jump!" Ayame said. Rosetia nodded.
"Alright. but we'll make your middle name Mizuu, which means water, so the name Waters will be remembered by you."
"No one will connect Krystina Mizuu Jump to Ayame Waters," the man said.
"I'll take care of Klye," Rosetia said. "Take Ayame far away from here." The man nodded.
"I'll treat her as my own," he added.
When she was done telling her story, her face was now clear of tears. Kuwabara, Yusuke, Kurama and Hiei were all looking at her. She looked down, unable to face them.
"That is a lot to deal with," Kurama said. She nodded. "What shall we call you now that we know your real name?"
"Call me.. Ayame," Ayame said. "I will have to face it sooner or later.. that name is a dangerous one, but I will need to face the shadow sooner or later." Kuwabara nodded.
"Is that all to your story?" Kuwabara asked.
"No, there is more."
A few years later, when Krystina was 10, she was in a small town in Spain, living with her aunt and old butler, Samuel who changed his name to Pete to be undercover. This was the best place for them, since Krystina other relative was living in Japan. They had not heard from Rosetia or Klye since the incident which they no longer talked about.
When rumors spread around about mysterious figures living in Spain near them, Pete and Krystina's aunt decided to move to England to be safer. For a year they lived there, happily, with no more disturbances and thought that their troubles were over.
But they were wrong. To blend into the town and learn of what was going on, Pete decided to work at a bar. This way he would be aware of any shady characters and know all of the rumors about the ones who killed Krystina's parents. About half a year later, Pete heard of a rumor that there were some unplesant people in the town. He told Krystina and her autn to lie low for the time being, and everything would be alright.
Then one night, it happened. Krystina turned sixteen when was the only one awake in the small house, and everything seemed calm. She went downstairs to get a drink of water, and she poured herself a glass from the sink. She sat in a chair at the kitchen table when she haard a yelling in the street. When she went to investigate, she saw a woman in the street reaching for her purse.
"Stop! Let go!" She cried. The juviniele teenagers kept on taunting the old woman and keeping her purse out of reach. Krystina was furious.
"Give it back to her!" She screamed. One turned to look at her. He stumbled in his path and walked over to her, clearly drunk.
"What do..." he hiccuped, "we have heeeere?" Krystina frowned.
"A very angry girl if you don't go away." The teenager grinned.
"Oh..." he hiccuped, "I'll go..." She blinked, confused.
"Go?" Krystina asked. The teenage boy laughed.
"Let's show her..." he hiccuped," what we.." he hiccuped, "mean, fellas..." The teenage boy that had the lady's purse threw it at the old woman, and joined the small group that surrounded her.
"Let's take her to the spot." The tallest one picked her up, and carried her off towards a small nearby forest as the others followed.
"Where are you taking me?" Krystina demmanded.
(Insert horrible, dramatic rape scene here)
Krystina lied on the ground as the boy stood up and zipped his pants. He then walked off with the gang, leaving Krystina all alone. She whined as she felt around for her shorts on the damp grass and begun to cry silently to herself. She found them, and then pulled them on and buttoned up her shirt. Weak and worn out, tear gems lying int he path, she leaned against a tree and cried herself to sleep.
The morning when she woke up, she found the strength to walk home. When she got there, Pete was running out of the house. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the car.
"Where are we going?" she asked, curiously.
"We need to leave, no," Pete said. Krystina frowned as she stepped inside.
"Why?" Pete started the car, and begun to pull out of the driveway.
"They know we're here. Your aunt is dead." Krystina sat still. She was unable to cry because she was too much in shock from what she had just heard and what happened the night before.
"So that is how you came here," Kuwabara said. Ayame nodded.
"Yes. We met the guardians when we first came to England. They had been supposidly sent by Rosetia, but we don't know for sure. I'm just glad to have my grandfather, Pete, Tochi, Orenji, Neko and you all with me." Hiei smiled.
"Of course," Hiei said. "We will always be here for you, Ayame." Ayame smiled as she gazed softly at Hiei. He went pinker than he did before, and this time it was very noticable.
"I'm glad," Ayame said. "Well, have a good night's rest, you all! There are several rooms available, I'm sure you can find one. Just don't take the ones to the left; they belong to Pete and grandfather." Yusuke walked out, then Kuwabara, and then Kurama. Hiei stayed back.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Hiei asked as he glanced back at her. Ayame was hugging Tochi, and looking down longingly in melenchaly. Her hair and eyes were as pretty as ever, he noticed. Her hair looked more silky than silk itself, and her eyes were more beautiful that the moon on a dark night sky. She nodded, but didn't say anything.
"Good night," he added before he walked back to his room.