*Disclaimer : I do not own the characters or Clamp. The plot is however, my own.

It was storming the day I met the devil. I was settling into my couch in my tank top and boy shorts when a loud, hard knock shook my door. My wards sizzled red. Something nasty was at my door. I grabbed my katana that I always hung on the wall. I had a eight shelving unit I had customized to have hidden compartments to conceal all my guns sitting next to the door for quick grab. Along the walls of the shelves held two original wooden AK-47s, a .50 cal. sniper rifle and a couple of shotguns. The shelves concealed a number of pistols, knives, throwing stars, and anything else that I fancied when I went on a hunt or job. I also placed my blessed silver ceremonial knife that we all necromancers carried on jobs. I flicked my thumb and my sword came free of it's sheath. I can draw my sword in under two seconds flat. I think that s decent time if I say so myself. I laid my hand on the door, switching and pushing my psi vision outside to investigate the unknown figure on my porch. Shit. Whatever is at my door is BIG. I reverted back to normal vision and opened the door to come face to face with the barrel of a chrome plated 1911. Nice gun, wonder how hard it was to find a original pistol from the earlier century. I looked passed the gun onto what held the gun. A golden-skinned demon stood at my door. And not just any demon.

Now what is a lord of hell doing on my doorstep?

"Are you Sakura Kinomoto?"

I snorted.

"It depends on who is asking."

The demon peered at me. Jaw clenching his jaw in silent fury at my incompetent answer.

"The time is of the essence. Are you Sakura Kinomoto or not? If not, I'll kill you and find the name I seek."

I rolled my eyes, obviously this was going nowhere. Demons always in a hurry. I opened my door to invite the demon in. The demon grunted and walked through my door and through my wards that stretched and popped back into place with a snap. Regular humans can not see psi powers. They can feel them like a cold draft though. My psi vision is like that off regular's night vision goggles but in more detail and depth. Wards show as threads or string that have a life of their own. Wiggling like little worms in the form of glyphs. Auras basically look like body heat that clings around body. In the florescent light, the details of the demon became clearer then when he was standing out on my porch in the rain. The demon stood to be six foot three. I only came to his chest with my awesome height of five feet seven inches. Which should intimidate any other human, but I wasn t any normal human myself. He wore a black leather trench coat that came to his knees. His dark brown hair was long and braided down his back. The thing that caught my attention, were his intense amber eyes that glowed in the darkness. As the close proximity of my house, the demon's aura became suddenly heavy and filled the air with mini shock currents as if to say 'Look at me I'm a big bad monster and I'll eat you!'

"Could you dial it down? I understand, you're a big, bad demon and you'll have a hissy fit and kick and scream on the floor if you do not get your way but you are making it hard to breath and concentrate. So tell me what has your panties in a bunch. I'm the name you seek. So spill it by first telling me your name."

The demon regarded me for a moment. His aura seemed to lower in psi level as he regarded me. My skin stopped crawling with mini electrical currents. A feeling I do not care for.

"My name is Syaoran. And I have been sent here to request an audience with you for my Lord. "

I walked into the kitchen with the demon on my heels. Grabbing two mugs, I poured coffee for the two of us. While I laid out sugar and creamer I listened to the demons words. Having my own battle of thoughts and wits in my own head. Dam. I was hoping he would have given me his whole name, I could have used it against him just in case this becomes weary.

"Okay, Syaoran the demon. Tell me what kind of audience your prince requires of me."

Syaoran shook his head, sipping from his mug. I could have guessed that he would want his coffee straight black.

"I am not in the position to relay that information. My job was to retrieve and deliver. No harm done and you came freely."

I nodded. I may be powerful and skilled at killing things but this particular situation makes me itch. I'm going to have to play it nice until I get more intel on exactly what I'm going against. I rather not get on the Prince of Hell's bad side so early in the game. That may mean game over for me. And I do not like it when someone else is in charge of moving my game pieces.

"Alright, how long do I have to gather my gear?"

"Twenty minutes."

I sighed. Hopefully, I do not regret this choice of agreeing. If I knew what I was getting into I would have asked for more time. Like the rest of the time in two lift times.

"Gotcha. Make your self at home. Ill get ready. "

I walked up stairs and gathered all the things I would need in any given situation. I hurriedly changed into my jig. There is a lord of hell sitting in my living room and I rather not run his patience thin. My jig consisted of a black microfiber racer back tank top, dries quickly and dirt doesn t stick to the material unlike cotton. I slid my pants on. They were a the light tan military ACU cargo pants. They have enough pockets that I could live out of my pants for months. Also, very durable in any weather. I wore a black leather cuff on my less dominant hand. The cuff have pick locks and a concealed knife, undetectable. My boots were a little more feminine version of black combat boots. Softer leather, and a little bit more of a heel. After a couple of minutes of tying up my boots I stood up and clicked the small button that was located on the bottom of the heels of both boots. With a metal snap, a thin knife popped out of the tip of my boot. Good, nothing wrong and in working order.

Normally it took my a hour to get fully ready to go on a hunt. This time, I only took twenty minutes I was given. New record! Bully for me! I holstered my two PT-92's into the two thigh holsters. I wore a black leather belt to keep them from sliding down my leg. Its quite painful to get a rash from a holster. On my left side, what looked like a fifteen inch stick rested in its case that was hooked on my belt. Most would think it was a piece of wood. However, if you placed your hand on the grip and pushed the small black button, a full-size compound bow pops out. I had it designed so I would not get hung up on bushes and trees while sneaking through a wooded sword is my best weapon but it is terrible for Stealthy long range. I slung my sword over my shoulders and snapped it into the sheath I wore on my back. The sheath sits perfectly in the crease between my shoulders. Armed to the teeth. Ready to kick some ass!

I walked down stairs and nodded at the demon who was creeping on my portraits on my mantel. Syaoran turned and nodded back, stalking to my front door.

" Go ahead, I have to lock up the house."

Syaoran stepped through the door and stood, waiting in the rain as I warded my house and locked the door. I looked at the demond. The rain literally didn't hit him. As if there were a invisible shield around him. Syaoran walked down the path way and turned right, not saying another word as we walked in silence in the pouring rain. Syaoran continued down the walk way and turned right. He continued to walk for another twelve blocks until he took a sharp left.

I guess I'm hoofing it to hell.