Author's Note: Hey guys! Well before i let you begin i just wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! LOL i know sad to do that now, but i quite literally finished this and the next chapter 2 min. before my bday. So here's this chapter! ENJOY and please review, i love them!

Chapter 12

Mimiko looked around at the dark room that she had been in only a handful of times before, only this time it held a large round table that sat the Lord Dragon, Zelman, Jinnai, Cain, Rinsuke, old man Tsung, Jiro, Kotaro, and herself. Sei sat next to her and looked at her reassuringly before beginning the meeting. "Good afternoon everyone, I would like to start this meeting with what I've found out in regards to the Kowloon King. As you all know Jiro fought and defeated him ten years ago, and most of you know that his ashes are now being held underneath the city."

Mimiko's head shot up at that information and her eyes widened. "But what none of us has known is why he was so easily defeated after he had evaded us time and time again and created such chaos in Hong Kong. The reason he was so easily defeated was because he took a young human and transferred his powers into her body." He paused and everyone but Kotaro, Mimiko, and Sei sucked in a breath at this shocking fact. "He left her in an abandoned warehouse that he used as a hideout area, without any memory of his being there. She was found by Jinnai who took her back to her homeland, Japan, and raised her." All eyes turned to Mimiko and she felt her mind shut down, refusing to process the information that was being explained to her. "That young human was Mimiko; she has a seal inflicted by the Kowloon King on her and another that I placed over that one to keep his powers from being returned to him. Now is the time to begin strategizing our battle plan, especially since I've received knowledge that Cassandra Warlock is still alive." Cain stiffened and emitted a low growl.

Soon the men began laying out their plans and Mimiko completely tuned out trying to remember such an occurrence so early in her memories. She couldn't really remember anything before her teenage years except for being found by Jinnai. Was this why she was having these strange dreams? Was she remembering instances from the past? No. These were nightmares that included her hurting Jiro and turning into a Kowloon Child. Was she turning into one now? Slowly but surely gaining the madness that controlled the parasitic clan? She didn't feel like it. She felt normal, or as normal as she had felt.

Suddenly she stiffened, her memories returning to the last nightmare she had. Killing Jiro. She looked towards him, her heart breaking even more than when he had called her Alice. Would those nightmares come true? Would she kill Jiro? Or worse, kill Kotaro?

Jiro looked towards her, sensing her anxiety and Kotaro took her hand in his, giving it a small squeeze. No. She decided. She would never be able to hurt these two. She loved them too much. Sighing, trying to relieve her tension, she turned back to the conversation the men were having.

"We'll need to start reinforcing the suppression team. They'll need silver bullets and anti-eye raid goggles immediately. We'll need to up their training as well." Cain said as he ticked off the list on his fingers. "It wouldn't hurt to have a few more recruits brought in."

"We will also need to train ourselves." Sei said calmly. "There will be no way to fight against the return of the Kowloon King unless we are in top form."

"I'm always in top form." Zelman grinned sadistically and gave Mimiko a wink. "This time though I'm glad I'll get to see some of the action."

"I hope we can prevent it from getting to that point." Jiro said glancing again at Mimiko.

"Mimiko," Sei said and she turned towards him, "since you are the carrier of the Kowloon King's power, you will need to be extra careful and train even more than you have before. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes." She mumbled.

"Once again, I am sorry this has happened to you Mimiko. If something happens concerning your memories or nightmares please come to me. For now, the seal should hold all of these back and should provide extra protection for you."

"Thank you Lord Dragon, I will begin training once again when we return home."

"I'm available to train your powers Mimiko." Zelman smirked suggestively.

"Training her mind, body, and powers will be my job Crimson." Jiro growled.

"Ah but Silverblade, you have no powers." He glared.

"But he does have me." Kotaro replied calmly, his sages' voice coming through, mixing with his boyish voice to make an older sounding Kotaro. "I am the Lord Sage and I know how to control the powers Mimiko has founded. Thank you, but we do not need your assistance on this matter Crimson Eyed Zelman." Kotaro glared icily. "If something happens where we do need your help, we will contact you."

The room was silent as this was the first time Kotaro had spoken through the entire meeting. Shocked glances were passed around and he began to fidget before Sei interrupted the awkward silence. "I believe this meeting has been concluded, if we get any word concerning Cassa or the Kowloon King we will take evasive action. Good night everyone, happy hunting." Sei said and everyone stood, making their way towards the door.

Mimiko, Jiro, and Kotaro were halfway down the stairs in front of the mansion when Zelman caught up with them. He wrapped his arm around Mimikos' waist and nuzzled into her neck, causing the woman to stiffen and gasp. "My offer still stands." he whispered huskily into her ear before Jiro or Kotaro noticed. "If you ever need me, for anything, I'll be here for you."

Before she could respond he was already gone, his vampire speed zooming him out of the grounds and towards his own mansion. Jiro turned towards her seeing her stunned face after sensing Zelman's presence and knew he had done something to her. Stepping back up the stairs towards her he cupped her cheek. "Are you alright." He asked noticing her flushed face and slightly dazed expression.

She sucked in a breath at his touch, her senses still reeling from the feel of Zelmans' breath caressing her ear and the sound of his husky voice. Not to mention the close proximity of his body. She hadn't done anything to sate her urges recently and just that small amount of closeness had set her body tumbling into a sensitive inferno.

"I'm fine." She gasped, shrinking away from him. "Just tired, we should hurry home."

She quickly took off, Kotaro raced to catch up with her as Jiro followed at a slower pace, taking in her strange behavior. She must still be going through the lust urge of the transformation, he thought as he remembered all the times she became flushed around himself and Zelman. He remembered his own urges when he was turned, though he was helped by Alice when those times happened. Right then and there Jiro decided he would be the one to help Mimiko with her urges, grinning as the thought brought mental pictures to his head. He would fondle her as she washed dishes, ravish her against the wall, and take her in every room, especially their bedroom.

When they arrived home, Kotaro went straight upstairs to bed, complaining of a headache while Mimiko sat heavily on the couch in the living room. She sighed rubbing her temples and rested her head against the back of the couch. There was so much running through her mind at the moment. Her new found knowledge of the Kowloon King and her relation to him. The worries of whether or not the nightmares where actually premonitions. Her feelings for Jiro and Kotaro. Not to mention Zelman popping up everywhere to give her a random caress or flirtatious comment. Jiro noticed her face contort with her thoughts, a deep frown appearing on her face. She unconsciously rubbed her neck and his eyes followed her movements. Jiro walked to her placing his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. She looked up startled and he smiled. "You look like you could use one." He said softly.

She sighed gratefully as his hands moved to her neck, his thumbs making pressurized circles. She leaned forward her hair sliding down around her, giving him more room. Her face flushed as her body began to tingle and respond to his caresses, suddenly he stopped. She frowned looking back at him. "Lay down on your stomach." He instructed moving around the couch. She tensed, unsure about what to do. On the one hand, it felt so good and was helping relax her wired up body, but on the other he would only cause her urges to escalate. "Go on Mimiko, I promise I'll make you feel good." His husky voice murmured and she felt her body heat up once again.

Sighing she laid down, hoping she could somehow control herself from jumping his body. His hands descended on the upper parts of her shoulders and began to press into her muscles in circular motions. She moaned as he found a large knot between her shoulder blades and began to work at it. Her body soon began to relax, turning into putty in his hands. She rested her head on her arms as he moved lower. His hands felt so good on her body, caressing her with enough pressure that she was soothed but not hard enough to cause her discomfort. And the warmth of his large hands sent shivers down her spin as they heated her skin with the urge to turn around and kiss him. But she wouldn't for she had already made enough of a fool out of herself when it concerned him. She sighed as he reached her lower back before moving back up. It felt like one of those electric chairs she had once sat in at a mall, only this was much warmer and more intimate. Her body warm and pliable, he began to massage her scalp. His fingers running through her tresses made her get goose bumps. Her thoughts began to get muddled and fog over and she felt her eyes start to drift shut. Trying hard she kept her eyes open but soon was lost to the soothing darkness.

Jiro knew she was asleep when her body gave a last sigh and completely melted on the couch. Chuckling, he turned her over and picked her up, carrying her up the flight of stairs to their room before slipping her under the covers between Kotaro and himself. Kissing her cheek he pulled her against his body and promptly fell asleep, awaiting tomorrow when they would resume her training.

The next day became a brutal day of training for Mimiko. She realized that the training she had done before was child's play compared to this. She gasped harshly as she jumped back, sliding across the concrete floor a few feet as she tried to catch her breath. Jiro and Kotaro, swords at their sides waited for her. "Again!" Jiro called.

Growling softly, Mimiko drew her strength up and used her vampire speed to lunge forward, sword slashing at both Jiro and Kotaro as they attacked her. Parrying against one to turn and face the other she soon fell into a rhythm. Fight Jiro, throw him off balance turn to face Kotaro who was quite agile and kept her on her toes. Suddenly Kotaro lunged forward, his sword sliding towards her wrist and hooking beneath the hilt and flicking the sword out of her hand. Acting on instinct she jumped up hearing the whoosh of another sword swiping at where she had been. She flipped backwards away from the two, landing next to the weapons rack. Grabbing the first item she could get her hands on she picked up a long scythe. Surprised at the feel of it in her hands she gave it a few twirls before throwing it onto her shoulder.

Smirking she gave them a "come at me" look. Kotaro and Jiro glanced at each other and lunged forward at vampire speed. Twirling and holding the end of the scythe she swung it around causing them to leap back so as not to get cut. Jiro dove in when he saw his chance and swung his sword down in an arc. As if in slow motion Mimiko saw every detail, blocking the sword on the end of the staff before sliding her hands down to block Kotaros' as well. She swung the staff towards them causing their swords to become dislodged from her staff. She spun the scythe again in her hands, grasping it as she jumped towards them, swiping at them whenever she got the chance. She passed them turning on a dime to run towards them again swinging at the two men. Both had to leap away from her attacks afraid to get cut by the large blade.

Slamming her staff into the concrete ground, Mimiko ducked Jiro's oncoming blade and using the staff as leverage kicked him in the chest sending him backwards into the wall. Grabbing the staff with both hands she slammed her foot down and swiped at Kotaro's legs as he came up behind her. Jumping backwards he leapt back in when her back was to him. Sensing his blade she spun the staff behind her back blocking the sword effectively before twirling it around her wrist and turning to face him. She swung again at him and he drew closer, ducking the swing. Grunting she blocked his jabs with the staff, each block creating a chinging noise. She felt a presence behind her and punched Kotaro in the stomach with the end of her staffed scythe as Jiro took another jab at her from behind.

She swung her scythe, catching the sword between staff and blade and ripping it from his hands. She sensed Kotaro's blade coming low from behind her, leaping up she used Jiro as a vault and leapt over him flipping around to land on her feet before using the end of her staff to poke Jiro in the back causing him to fall into Kotaro who wasn't expecting his partner to fall towards him. Kotaro's sword slid away from them to land by Jiro's as they tried to untangle themselves. Gasping for breath she laid her head against the cool blade of her scythe and leaned against the staff heavily.

"That was good Mimiko." Jiro panted as he finally got up.

"I agree Mimi, that was impressive." Kotaro piped in as he dusted himself off. "I think I'll stop for today, I promised Sei that I would come over and help plan for the battle we will most likely have."

"Do you need us to go with you?" Mimiko panted, looking up through the tendrils of hair that had escaped the braided bun at her neck.

"No, I'll take a sword and a gun with me," Kotaro replied smiling, "if I need any help I'll call you." He tapped his head, referring to the telepathic link all three shared when they were in trouble.

Jiro and Mimiko nodded and Kotaro left. Sighing Mimiko turned to Jiro, "Again?" she moaned. Jiro chuckled and nodded and she huffed before getting into her fighting pose as Jiro located his sword.

Without warning Jiro lunged for Mimiko, without his sword in hand and she gasped, "What are you doing?" she cried.

"You're opponents may not have weapons, you need to learn how to fight against them if they try to make a grab for your weapon." He instructed his hand brushing against the staff. She stumbled back, swiping the end of her staff at him. Unwilling to use the blades end.

"No! Come at me with the full intention of killing me Mimiko!" Jiro growled lunging towards her again.

She stumbled back again and her back hit the wall. Using the staff of the scythe as some sort of shield she watched as he grabbed on to the staff with one hand and forced it over her head. His body slid up against hers, their faces inches apart, their breaths mingling. She gasped as he pressed harder against her, her hips angling to accommodate his. She felt every inch of his hard length against her leg and he pressed one knee between her legs, effectively spreading them. She shivered with each breath they took, their chests brushing against each other's and causing her nipples to tighten. She looked up into his eyes as her body became enflamed with lust. His eyes were dark, so dark they were almost black with desire for her. She licked her lips nervously and his eyes followed the movement. She took in a breath, "Jiro I-".

OOOOHHHH! Another cliff-hanger, no worries i'll post chapter 13 tomorrow.