Author's Note: So i almost just uploaded the 12th chapter before the 11th, i'm so sorry guys! Anyway you'll read in the next author's note that today is my bday so rah rah yay me lol. Anyway here's the chapter! Enjoy and i'll upload the 12th later today!

Chapter 11

"Mimiko, I want you to relax, breathe deep and close your eyes, try to sleep." Sei's soothing voice said as he placed his hands on either side of her head. "You're going into a deep sleep, your body relaxed and your mind at ease."

Mimiko breathed deeply and soon, thanks to Sei's words and the incense burning, she fell asleep and Sei began his investigation of her mind and memories. The things that came to her mind first were her nightmares and Sei shuddered at how gruesome and frightening they were.

Mimiko writhed in pain, one hand clenching her chest while the other clawed at the bite marks on her neck. She looked up into cold red eyes surrounded in black as he watched her struggle. He grinned menacingly and reached down, grasping the hair at the nape of her neck and lifting her up to his face. "How does it feel Mimiko?" he chuckled. "How does it feel to become the one thing that will cause Jiro the most pain in the world? Oh I can't wait to see his face when he sees the love of his life as a Kowloon Child!" He laughed his voice crazed.

Suddenly the door behind her opened as she felt her fangs extend and her claws sharpen. Her body began moving on its own, hissing at the intruder, but her mind screamed for him. JIRO! Her mind screamed as she writhed and suddenly leapt forward. Jiro growled and pulled his sword when he realized who she was.

"Mimiko?" he cried as she tackled him to the ground and went after his neck, her fangs sinking in deeply with a wet sound.

Sei took a breath and kept searching into her mind. He saw the memories between her, Kotaro and Jiro, even blushing at the more intimate memories. He was surprised when he saw Cassandra Warlock fighting against her in an ally and equally as shocked when he found out she had been stabbed. He watched as Zelman taught her how to control her power and her urges, once again blushing at her memory. Then there were the memories of before she was turned. Of watching Jiro kill one of the Kowloon children, befriending Wong, escaping Zelmans' insane henchman, and finding Jiro. Her memories surged through her past and Sei took them all in, analyzing them critically, looking for any abnormality in them. He was nearing her tenth birthday when suddenly everything went dark. Kotaro watched as a faint light was emitted and a vision of what had happened to her that day unfolded.

Mimiko sat in the old abandoned building in the fetal position, crying after watching her parents get taken down by the crazy vampires outside. Once she saw them fall she ran, knowing they were dead. It was just like when her bunny rabbit had been attacked by a rabid dog, only this time, her father wouldn't be there to shoot it as it came after her. She hid behind some boxes and tried to keep quiet as she sobbed and heard the chaos and screams from outside. She covered her ears trying to block out the noise when suddenly it stopped.

Trembling she looked up, into blood red eyes and opened her mouth to scream. A clawed hand reached towards her, closing around her throat and lifting her up in the air, drawing her closer. He drew her to his face and inhaled her scent, purring at the smell. "Mm, you smell delicious. You will be my vessel, my child," the dark menacing voice said, "the Silverblade is too close and I have not time nor energy to fight him. I will seal my powers within you and come for you when the time is right" He said drawing back. The way he looked at her made her shiver and break into a cold sweat.

"Wh-Who are you?" she rasped, his hand cutting off her air supply and her vocals.

He chuckled before laughing out loud into the silence. "Me? I'm the bringer of chaos," he looked deeply into her eyes as he grinned. She felt as if he was dissecting her and could see everything about her in that gaze. Suddenly his fangs elongated, "I'm your worst nightmare. I am DEATH."

Mimiko flinched as his other hand wrapped around her waist and the one around her neck moved to cup her jaw, drawing her in like a lover he nuzzled her neck to the side and she shivered, closing her eyes. This felt so wrong, this was scary, this was…AGONY!

Mimiko arched back, her eyes widening in shock and mouth gaping open in a silent scream as her hands clenched on his shoulders. Her body was set on fire. She felt him draw on her neck and felt her life's liquid pour into him. Suddenly he pulled back and licked his lips and grinned menacingly. Lifting his hand around her jaw to his mouth he ripped a gash in his hand a slammed it over her open mouth.

The rusty taste of blood poured down her throat, burning her from the inside out. Tears streamed down her face and she struggled against the iron grip around her waist. She tried to move her head and spit out the liquid but he forced her still. "Drink!" he commanded before piercing the skin on her neck once again.

Suddenly she felt as if this was something more than him feeding on her. She felt the blood burn stronger, as if it was infused with something and her body began to pulse. It pulsed with the beat of her heart and she felt as if her mind disconnected from her body. She felt static crackle at her fingertips and shoot through her body. Crying out against his hand she began to convulse with the pain, fear, and shock.

The Kowloon King smirked against her neck before pulling his face away and loosening both of his arms. She dropped into a pile at his feet, still seizing as blood dribbled out of her mouth. Her clothes were torn and bloody and her eyes were shadowed. He squatted down next to her and gathered her hair into his closed fist, dragging her towards the wall behind her and chaining her to it. He chuckled next to her, pushing her hair back from her face. Lifting her chin up, he looked into her eyes.

"Goodbye Mimiko, I trust you'll keep my powers safe until I come for them again." He leaned in and kissed her lips. The wounds on her neck shrank thanks to the magic infused in her body as she writhed in agony.

"Oh! I almost forgot." Stepping back he lifted up her hair and used his claws to cut two K's into the skin behind her right ear. "Now my powers are sealed, I'll be able to identify you, and you're so traumatized that I doubt you'll even remember any of this." He laughed turning away.

Once again Mimiko was left alone and the shock of losing both her parents and the transfer of evil power into her body forced her to succumb to the darkness that was edging at her vision. The next thing she saw when her eyes opened was a young man in his late 20s urging her to wake up. He was speaking Chinese but she didn't know Chinese. "Who are you?" she whispered in her native tongue, Japanese, "Where am I? Who am I?" she asked her voice growing stronger as panic set in.

"Shh, don't worry, I'm here to help you." The man said pulling out a lock pick and working on the chains around her wrists."I'm part of the police."

"Police? Does that mean you won't hurt me?" she asked as the manacle opened and she fell with the weight of her body. He caught her and confirmed her question.

"I'll take you back to Japan, maybe we can find your mom and dad ok?" he asked shifting her into his arms and lifting her up. She nodded and her eyes closed as he walked. The gentle rocking motion aiding in her need of sleep.

But for years she did not sleep, only seeing blood red eyes and feeling fire burn through her veins.

Sei stepped back after conjuring up a pleasant dream for Mimiko to have while she slept and he analyzed the information he had gathered. Turning her head to the side he lifted her hair and saw the two K's carved into her neck behind her ear. Running his finger over them he focused on the seal the Kowloon King had used. It was a simple binding spell that would have broken in another two years, allowing her body to be cleansed of the magical properties inside her body. But if it was broken before the time was up, it would most likely kill her.

Summoning his own seal, he overwrote the one on her neck. A large dragon tattoo now circled around and through the two K's, its mouth snarling open as if it were about to devour the offending letters. This was only a temporary seal until he was able to find a way to extract the Kings' powers from her body without killing her. Sei sighed and rubbed his forehead. There was much to be done and he could only imagine what else would be in store for them later on.

"How is she?"

Sei turned towards the voice, surprised at its owner. "She'll be fine Kotaro, or should I say Lady Sage." Sei replied as Kotaro stepped up next to him.

"Lord Sage will do now that I am male. I'm beginning to remember my past life Sei." He said in an airy sort of way.

"Ah."

"Things are beginning to move quickly, I'm afraid." Kotaro said brushing Mimiko's bangs from her forehead and noticing the mark behind her ear. "Though not quickly enough when it comes to things that matter."

Sei chuckled. "You don't think the outbreak of another Kowloon crisis matters?"

Kotaro chuckled as well. "Oh, it matters, but it won't mean a thing, when we win, if Jiro loses Mimiko in the process."

Sei nodded and folded his arms behind his back staring off into the distance. "I believe it's time we all sit down and talk about this," he gestured towards the marks, "And start strategizing for the final battle."

"Let's wait until after Mimiko rests shall we? She's going to have a hard time coming to terms with what's going on inside her."

"Of course, I need to contact Zelman, Cain, and Jinnai anyway." Sei said turning to leave. "By the way, Kotaro. How did you know what was wrong with Mimiko?"

Kotaro turned and smiled. "I'm the Lord Sage and Mimiko's maker, why wouldn't I know what's wrong with my child."

Mimiko woke in her old bedroom at Sei's mansion. Stifling a yawn and stretching her muscles she stood, only to fall back as a sharp pain sliced through her head. "Ouch!" she cried out rubbing her temples.

"You should probably lie back down. Sei did a full memory scan and that usually takes a lot out of a person." Jiro's voice said from a darkened corner of the room.

She glanced up and saw him sitting in one of the armchairs in the room. He was watching her, his blue eyes glowing thanks to the small light provided by the lamp next to her bed. She moved back, moving her pillows up to lean against them so they could talk. "How long was I out?"

"A couple of hours."

She nodded and hissed again at the pain. Sighing Jiro stood up and walked silently over to her. Sitting down next to her he began massaging her scalp and neck area. She sighed as the pain slowly ebbed away into a dull ache. She shivered as his hands slid through the strands of her hair causing goose bumps to appear on her arms. She moaned at how good it felt. Almost as if his fingers were shooting her with small pieces of electricity that made every one of her sense become heightened and stimulated. She licked her lips and looked up at Jiro. He was so close she could feel his breath brushing over her forehead. Angling her head up she drew closer, her eyes gazing into his as both darkened with lust.

"Jiro." She whispered and his gaze fell to her lips. She licked them again leaving them parted and straining upward. He leaned towards her his lips parting; they were centimeters apart, their breaths mingling hotly between them.

Her lids lowered as he leaned further, his lips barely brushing against hers in a feather light kiss. He moved in closer giving the kiss more substance as they meshed. It was a slow and sensual kiss as he angled her head slightly and licked her bottom lip, begging for entrance into her mouth. She accepted, opening her mouth a little wider as he slipped in, tangling his tongue with hers. She sighed into the kiss, her arms circling around his neck and pulling his body closer. She pulled him down and he drew one arm away to lean on next to her.

Their kiss didn't break as Mimiko's temperature rose. She felt herself become flushed and excited as their kiss grew in passion and force. As their tongues began to fight for dominance over the kiss they sped up and they began panting. Mimiko began to tangle her fingers in Jiro's hair then untangling them to pull on his clothing. She had just gotten his jacket halfway off when there was a knock at the door and the turning of a handle.

Mimiko had never seen a man move so fast in her life. One minute, Jiro was in her arms kissing her senseless, the next he was as calm, cool, and collected in the chair as before. Turning to the door she saw Kotaro standing there with a small smile on his face. But he seemed different, as if the air around him had changed and become older.

"I'm glad you're awake Mimiko." Kotaro said and Mimiko's eyes widened at his speech pattern. This was not the Kotaro she knew, this seemed to be someone far older and mature.

"Thanks." She mumbled not really knowing how to respond to this new person.

"If you're up to it, we are having a meeting shortly and we need you to be there."

"Of course." She replied going to stand and stumbling a bit before catching her balance. Jiro was there in an instant, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other stabilizing her elbow.

Kotaro watched with a small smile as Mimiko took a second to get her bearings straight before giving Jiro a small smile and stepping away. Jiro stared after her his arms still raised in the position they had occupied earlier. A wistful look crossed his face as he watched her walk towards Kotaro. Kotaro saw all of this and at the same time he saw the sad expression fall onto Mimiko's face as she walked away from Jiro. Kotaro knew something had to be done soon or Jiro would lose his chance with Mimiko, but he also knew he couldn't help.

Jiro began walking towards them and they left to go to the meeting that would decide what they would do with the possibility of another Kowloon outbreak.