Sitting up, Katrina rubbed her eyes, her pupils slowly getting used to the dim light. The instant she caught sight of her surroundings, she knew something wasn't in the norm. Looking around, all her ocean orbs saw were stone tiles lining the floor and white marble bricks coating the walls.
'Kiva, what is this place... Kiva?'
Yet no answer ever reached her.
Standing up slowly, Katrina dove behind a curtain upon hearing footstep approcing from down the hall. Peaking out from behind her shelter, Katrina spotted two boys, looking no older than 18 walking by; one with blond hair and golden eyes, the other a deep purple toned with violet flashing eyes. Whispering, she turned slightly to keep them in her sight, delicate fingers gripping onto the cloth. Swung over the purple haired boy's back lay a large sword, it looked as if it could be broken off into smaller weapons to fight. (If you ever have seen Cloud Strife's sword from Final Fantasy VII, you know what I mean) The blonde had a weapon that could be recognized as nothing Katrina had ever seen; the blade was a silverish, yet curved slightly at the ends. Also, a blade lay on either tips of the pole. The pole itself was long and slender, almost as tall as the boy wielding it.
Walking gracefully behind the two was a young woman, probably around the age of 25. Her long red hair was pulled up into a loose bun, and a pair of bangs fell down to highlight her green eyes. Upon her fore head, lay a mark. The middle brandishing a small diamond, surrounded by a light blue highlights, and then it went out into circles, where the color turned into a light purple; two spherical sapphires lay in the middle of each circle. Then it flared out at the ends, now a deep purple, almost blackish. Gowned in a long robe, the woman appeared to be royalty, her golden ring only helping the matter.
Taken back by the woman's features, Katrina blinked and peeked further out from her confinmented curtian whispering lightly to herself. "She looks just like Kiva..."
Yelling then echoed through the corridor, breaking off Katrina's thought as she hid behind the curtain once more. Both of two boys then halted, spun around and pulled out their weapons from their confined sheiths; the purple one dividing the sword into two, confirming Katrina curiosity about it. As a group of men ran down the hall towards them brandishing hateful words, flames, and weapons, the purple haired boy hastly ran up and grabbed the woman's arm before he ran off with her. A swift nod was the only thanks time would allow as he dissapeared down the halls. To afraid to move, Katrina watched with wide eyes as the blonde chopped through the men as if they were paper; one of his blades beheading a man, stopping him dead in his tracks.
As he delivered the final blow to the last standing man, he whiped the blood from his weapon off on the man below him, clasped it to his back, than began to take off in the direction of the others.
The twang of a bow reached Katrina's ears before his.
"Watch out!" Yelling, Katrina jumped in front of the on going arrow, her eyes clamped tight for the awited impact, only to have it pass through her with a faint hiss. Slowly, she turning around shaking lightly only to observe the boy have it embed itself into his chest. Knocked out of breath, he swayed lightly on the spot with his head hanging down lightly as he choked up blood to the tiled floor benith him. Before he took his last breath though, he un-clasped the weapon once more and threw it right past Katrina's ear; a scream causing her to turn around to watch the weapon embed into the archer's head. Turning back to the boy, she watched him fall slowly to the ground, freezing up when she saw the small smile upon his lips and cold eyes glance right at her. Then he lay there, his own blood staining the blonde locks into red knotts.
Covering her eyes, Katrina ran from the death stricken corridor, only to stumble into a flash of light. When she came back to being able to see again, she saw the other guard helping the woman upon a small boat; a man wearing a symbol like a claw mark upon his chest holding the paddle nodded to the boy's soothing strong voice.
"Take care your majesty..." He whispered before stepping away from the dock.
Stepping back, Katrina watched as the boy pull out his sword again and position himself into a fight ready stance. "What are you waiting for... GO!" His strong voice echoed through the damp corrador as he glared ahead with determined eyes.
Nodding swiftly, the man took off; the red headed woman leaning out over the side to watch with sad, horror filled eyes as he became smaller and smaller.
"Please, be safe, Lady Haruko..."
Glancing back at the boy, Katrina watched as the remainder of the men trampled noisly into the room, eyeing the river and empty boat dock with pure rage. "She has escaped, hunt her down and kill her."
"I won't let you!"
Katrina never saw anyone move as fast as he did, let alone use swords in such an amazing matter. Running in, he popped out a small blade from the large sword, held it in front of him, and ran though the group; slash right and left, tearing arteries and necks. Jumping backwards, he landed next to his once discarded sword and pulled it out of the stones, then clicked the small blade back in with a boot heel. glaring up with his fire-filled violet eyes, he once more jumped into the mass of huddled men, reducing it from three to one in a single slash.
Raising his sword high above the man, the boy drove it into his head, the sickening crunch of bone echoing threw the room. Panting heavly, he hovered over the man, watching him in the last moments of life. Then, upon turning around, he began to walk away, only to stop short in a reason Katrina could not yet see. Then when he turned around, she saw it. A small dagger glistening in the small of his back with crimson blood.
Seething, he walked over to the wall and collapsed against it with his side, a gloved hand swiftly pulling out the dagger then dropping it to clatter to the floor alone.
"So this is how I end my life, eih..." Sliding down the wall, he smiled out at the mass of dead men and let out a small snicker. "I...told you I w-wouldn't let...you..." Slowly, his head began to drop, then finally, he slumped forward, a small smile still upon his face.
Screaming, Katrina bolted upright sweating heavily in a spead panic, her heat racing and adrenalin rushing.
'What's wrong Kat?' For once, Kiva actually sounded sincere.
'N-Nothing... Just a nightmare...' She managed to stutter out before closing the mental link again. Yet it felt to real to be just a dream.
Poking his head up, Daisuke looked at Katrina, a tint of worry in his firery eyes. "What's wrong? I head screaming..."
"It's...okay... Just a dream. Go back to bed..." Her voice was strong in masking her true feelings of strange vunerability.
Sadly nodding, Daisuke crept back down the ladder and slipped under the covers, turning his back to the outside world. 'Dark... I'm worried about her...'
His alter ego nodded in his mind with a stern face. 'I know... That was no normal scream for a simple nightmare...'
Slowly creeping down the stairs once she was sure Daisuke had fallen asleep once more, Katrina walked over to the balcony. Sighlently, she pushed open the window, and steped outside, greeting the cold stone against her feet with a whole hearted sigh. Gently, she leaned over the railing, watching a few early morning sailboats skidding over the water's surface, the wind blowing her hair back from her face.
'Hey... If it's bugging you that much...you really should talk to someone. Maybe Daisuke, maybe even me...' Kiva actually sounded seriouse for her this time.
Shaking her head, Katrina rested a hand against her cheek, fingers gently carresing out across her face as her mouth let a low sigh escape. 'No... I don't want anyone to worry about me any more than they already do... Plus, I might let it slip that you're here, and we might be rejected again...'
'I don't think they will...' (AN: When it says that, the charecter is talking to themselves alone...)
Sighing, Katrina swiftly left the balcony, shut the window quietly in fear of waking Daisuke again, then walked over to the dress that Dai's mom had left her last night. Gently, she placed her fingers upon the surface before picking it up and walking over to the bathroom to change.
Looking into the mirror, Katrina admired the dress with porcilin hands and saddened eyes. It was a light pink one this time, with black lining and middle piece that reminded her of a corset. Also, it went down to her ankles this time and had black flip-flops to boot.
Slipping down the stairs almost like a spirit, she sat down upon the couch, ponder what to do with her day when a strong hand rested upon her shoulder broke the trance.
"Please, tell me about your dream dear..." Blinking in shock, Katrina looked up to see Mrs. Newa smiling sweetly down at her; her hand frimly gripping onto her shoulder still though.
"How did..." Was all she was able to whisper out before the older woman cut her off.
"I'm a mom dear. We know a lot of things about kids that they don't..."
Letting out a small smile, Katrina nodded slightly and slid over so that Mrs. Newa could sit down next to her. Then, let for the first time for an arm go around her shoulders and pull her close. Quietly, she then began to spin out her dream to the woman, who never judged, but merely hugged when needed and nodded to Katrina's tale.