Sights unseen.

What a head-trip. It was something that had never really been felt in his life.

The blinding morning sunlight was what woke Drago up. It was a feeling of warmth that he had actually missed, while he was trapped in the demon void. The calming feeling of the wind, even the strange smell of the junkyard. He let out a slight grunt, slowly opening up his eyes. It took a moment, but the memory of last came to him. The gut wrenching feeling of wanting to throw up, losing all of the Chi he had worked to get! All things had good sides to them, which was getting out of that Demon Netherworld. That was the fact that had to count the most. He was free.

Free, even with the extra baggage that happened to be his relatives. After all, without TsoLan's help, he would have been trapped there. Spending years and years, floating around the vortex to the beat of nothing, constantly arguing and threatening his father's pathetic life. Not what he wanted. Speaking of...

Drago forced himself to sit up, using both hands to rub the sleep from his eyes. God, he'd forgotten how hard it was to actually sleep sitting up like that. Well, he was still in the junkyard.. That was for sure. Perched on the old car was still HsiWu, his lips spread in a wide grin, like the cat that had just eaten a canary. The winged demon had taken another form, that of Seymour. Only this time, Seymour had been turned into a teenager, his hair still spiked with tree points and the beginning of a goatee. "I look good.." He hissed, though it was filled with glee at the very idea.

He could even alter the appearance of his clothing, leaving a black shirt and jacket, a pair of jeans and sneakers. It felt odd to be wearing such footwear again. At his side, a beautiful Asian woman stood. BaiTsa had taken the appearance of a woman in her late twenties, with long dark blue that fell over her shoulder, pale blue eyes and pale skin. In the junkyard, she had actually found an old magazine, while the others slept.

The clothing that women or girls wore today.. Well, it stunned her, that was a fact. Thankfully, she had made her own outfit. A blue top that hung loosely from her shoulders, a black skirt that dropped just a few inches above her knees and a pair of white sandals. It didn't seem right to go around with just her bare feet, at least not in a junk yard where anything could be roaming around. Rats, disease and all types of things. Such a thought. The Water demoness sat beside her younger brother, both of them turning their eyes towards the eldest of the brothers as if waiting for him to do something or speak.

TsoLan cast a look at them, though his expression soon became as calm and blank as it had been before. He took a form of a man in his early thirties, his long hair tied back into a long ponytail. Dark pants, a long jacket and shoes. The odd thing people would notice, were the strange dark gray-blue markings around his eyes. In Ancient times, they would never have needed such disguises, but now.. Demons were very noticeable to humans.

What was said last night, was true. To complete their plan of taking over the world, things had to be done delicately. No rushing right on, no fighting directly at the Chan clan. This time, they would release their siblings and take things directly to the top. So, for now.. They would be hidden, hiding as 'normal' people it appeared.

"Well, look what decided to live." HsiWu commented, bringing the silence to an end, his head tilted slightly as he looked back to his nephew. He supposed the boy had a certain usefulness, after all without Drago, they would be trapped in the demon Netherworld and none of them.. had enjoyed that. Even if the young half-breed happened to have Shendu's blood.

Drago pulled himself out of the broken car, stretching out his legs. He didn't feel sick as he had last night.. He felt hungry, just a bit. The youngest turned his attention to his relatives, noting their new appearance with a raised eyebrow. "Trying for a fashion magazine?" Really, all of them looked like something out of a photo, but to his comment they all stared at him as if he had grown a second head. "I'll explain later." He brushed off the stare with a wave of his hand.

TsoLan cleared his throat. "We need these disguises, nephew. Such appearances with scales, wings and many arms would tip people off to what we are." He was talking sense. The Moon demon folded his arms. "You should do the same." He added. BaiTsa stretched out her legs, looking down at her feet. "Humans.. I always thought they appeared strange and now I know that for sure." Her voice was softer, not the gritting nails on a chalk board her demon form had.

Drago stretched out his arms, working out a few kinks in his neck and back. "I'll get to it.. Anyone got any new ideas?" He asked, positive none of them had a clue what to do now. TsoLan looked at the young half-demon. "We will find a better spot then a junkyard to conduct our plans. Even demons have better standards then this, nephew." He glanced around, the disgust clear in his tone.

"Well, Unc. If you've got a penthouse stashed somewhere, I'm open to any ideas." Drago commented sarcastically.

Such insolence for a child. That should have been beaten out of him at birth.

The young half-breed examined his claws, feeling the sharp glare at his back. "Like I said, I've got a few people I need to look for. Friends..." Little traitors that he would gladly make sure they regretted what had happened.. But. If they needed henchmen, surely something had to be done.

He dragged the sharp edges of his claws along the old car, cutting right through the metal. Such anger.. It was true, indeed that Drago possessed his father's hotheaded temper. "You can stay, if you want. I'll be back."

TsoLan watched his nephew leave. "I have a few things I will do." He had no interest in remaining in the spot, when time could be better used for other things. He turned towards his siblings, motioning with a hand towards the exit. "One of you keep a tab on the young one. We do not need to be discovered so quickly. I will look for better.. accommodations for us."

HsiWu exchanged a look with his elder sister. "Shall we?" He offered his hand out to her, lips curled into an almost kind smile. BaiTsa took a look down his hand, her only answer a scoff. Curiosity was getting the better of them all, an urge to explore this new world.

Besides.. If their nephew was going to draw blood, it would surely be a good show to watch.

I never really knew that she could dance like this

She make a man want to speak Spanish

Como se llama? Bonita, mi casa, su casa

That had been the third time the radio decided to play the same song over again. New and great, his ass. More like old and horrible! The blond head of hair lifted up from the counter, arms helping to push him up. "Damn.." Strike Master Ice rubbed his hand over his face, trying to work the sleep from his eyes. It hadn't hurt anything that he'd taken a little nap.. For the past hour. Sunday was a slow day for customers, at least in this pizza place. The other workers had skittered to the back, taking breaks.

The blond always found himself giving a little shudder. From bad-ass dragon and back to a pizza boy. He was twenty-two years old now. He didn't need this crap, but it was helping to put his ass through college.

Time had changed. Time sure had passed since the time they had been part of Drago's crew, searching for demon chi and kicking butt against the Chan Clan. They had great power for about five or ten seconds and then it was all ripped away from them. Drago had been 'banished'.

Ice remembered the youngest Chan saying that, right before he and his posse had took off. So, for the past five years, they had stayed under the Radar, keeping out of trouble to the best of their ability's.

Guess, he could say that the world had been kind to them. A roof off their head, a decent job or two. Enough to keep them fed. Going back to school was an option... Ice pushed himself up off the counter, stretching out his arms. Half of the wall of the pizza parlor had mirrors, for God only knew why, and he grinned at his reflection. Always a lady killer.

In his dreams, maybe.

Well, life had been a little kinder to his face. Still a few zits here and there, a piercing stuck in his lower lip now. He'd even gained a little more in height, no longer a real shrimp.

"I don't need you following me!"

"I was curious, nephew.."

Ice turned his head, taking a curious look to the front door. Two voices. A deep male's voice, and a woman's. Sounded like an argument.. The blond male made his way back behind the counter, perching himself on the stool. "Losers.." He really hoped they wouldn't be stepping in here, for anything. Luck was not on his side, for the little bell above the door dinged as it was opened. Great...

"Welcome ta Nicky's Pizza parlor. Can I help ya?" Like he was paid to keep from sounding bored.

Into the place stepped a tall, dark haired male with almost black eyes, his lips curled into an near devious smile. Of course, Drago would alter his appearance. No reason to scare anyone.. At least, not yet. To any human, he just looked like a normal teenager. Behind him, BaiTsa followed her nephew. Her blue eyes took in their surroundings, the gaze landing finally on Ice, who appeared to gawking at her.

"Drago.. Why is he staring at us?"

Why was he staring? The woman was hot! Of course Ice was going to stare, listening to the soft coo of her voice. She was pretty... But, she did look fierce. He kind of liked that... The skateboarder continued to stare for another moment, a grin forming on his lips. It took another moment, but a name did reach his ears. Did she say Drago? Drago, as in- "D-D-man?" His voice broke, raising slightly.

That... That really couldn't be Drago, staring at him. The last time he had his 'boss', he had been in a big ass argument with his father, over who was going to rule the earth! Now, he was.. there. There! Ice gripped the edges of the counter. "D-Man... Hey, what are.. How." Was the only real thing he managed to speak.

Drago grinned a little. He liked to hear the fear in the voices of his soon to be victims, anything like that. He could just smell the blood that was flowing into Ice's frantic heart. "Aw, Icey.. You act like ya never expected to see me again.." Of course, he never expected to really think he'd see the lovely light of the sun ever again. That had damn well changed. The half-demon reached back, making sure the door was kicked shut behind them. "We need to talk."

Talk? Talk. Right.. No, thanks!

"C'mon, D.. You gotta calm down. Start breathing smoke and everyone's gonna.." Right. Where were the other workers when he needed them! Ice carefully took a step around the counter, trying to keep a calm smile on his face. His life just happened to flash before his eyes.

"Heck!" Now, he was on his back on the counter with a hand wrapped tightly around his throat. Drago dug his nails into the blond's throat, making sure he felt the pain. The disguised demon growled. "You think it was funny? You're fucking dumb to think I wouldn't come back for my revenge!" In his claws, Ice struggled, trying to work the grip to loosen. He couldn't breathe!

BaiTsa lifted her head, examining her nails for a moment. She took a seat at one of the tables, crossing her ankles. "Remember, Nephew.. TsoLan has warned us to keep a low profile. You can not kill the boy. Release him." She ordered, knowing full well.. He might not listen.

"D-D.. Can't.." Slowly, Drago released the tight grip he held on his former second in command's throat, but he didn't let him go yet. Ice welcomed the freedom to breathe, turning his head to the side as he coughed. "Sh.. Holy shit.." He tried to sit up, only to be slammed back down to the counter. Ow..

Drago growled, quietly. "You're getting a chance to live.. But, just make sure.. You hear this. You're going to become a minion again, or my lackey. Take your pick to call it.. Or I'll have no problem burning this place to the ground, with you inside of it!" He released Ice, using a hand to pat him on the cheek. "Think about it. All that power again.."

"Drago." BaiTsa lifted her head, turning it towards the sudden music she heard. What in the hell was that? Drago lifted his own head, leaning over the counter. A cellphone, that was quietly ringing. He reached over to grab it, picking it up. It didn't look like any cellphone he'd ever seen. He carefully dragged the 'slide' button across, reading the caller ID. "Cobra? Still friends with those same two, huh? Well." Drago pushed another button, ignoring the call as he turned towards the still gasping Ice. "You can tell them of the idea too."

Ice slid off the counter, coming to rest on the floor as he rubbed his throat. "G.. Goddamn." He hissed quietly, wincing as he glared up to watch Drago slip the phone into his own pocket. "Man, you're a fucking psycho!" So, why in the back of his mind was the word Power slipping in? Sure, he had enjoyed that all.. Fire powers and then the Earth Demon Chi? Man, it had been good. He grabbed onto the counter, forcing his legs to stand him up.

The door to the pizza shop closed with a little ding of the bell.