Darkness filled a large room filled for a prince, surrounding a king size bed fit for a king himself; movement under the sheets were the only form of life in the room. Suddenly, slowly hands of pale white reached from under the ivory blankets, stretching, grabbing, yearning for something, for someone.

A scream filled the room and instantly the door flew open, letting in the blinding light of the sun.

"Akaya!" footsteps of men swarmed the young boy in his bed as he clawed at the air, his eyes clenched shut in horror screaming a bloodcurdling sound.

"No stop it! Please! Don't hurt them! Leave them alone! Mommy daddy!!!!!" shocked hazy green from under sweat drenched black locks stared up into three pairs of eyes.

"Akaya it was just a nightmare" Yanagi comforted his young master as Jackal continued for him

"You're safe, we won't let anything happen to you" the dark teen reassured the child with a smile that under normal circumstances would have made the boy smile in response, this only made him shiver a suppressed whimper.

"Yanagi, Jackal leave us" Yukimura stated looking at the shivering child, despite it being early spring

"But Yukimu-"

"Do not test me!"

"…S-SIR!" the sound of fast feet on tatami floors resounded through the silent room and once again darkness had taken it hostage.

"What is it Akaya?" softly spoken like a father to his baby son, sitting on the edge of the boy's bed gently placing his hand under the boy's chin to turn solemn peridot orbs to light sapphire. Only to see tears fall.

"I-I…mommy, daddy" closing his eyes once more as if the darkness of his room hid his nightmares before him, instantly Akaya was pulled up against a warm chest; a light beating from within keeping his monsters away.

"It's okay Akaya it was just a nightmare, your mother and father are alright"

"I-I saw them…t-they were killed I-in my dream I was all alone and- and-" clenching his tiny fists into a ball of Yukimura's shirt, Akaya felt the hand holding his head press him harder closer to the beating of a soft drum.

"Shush you're safe, I'm right here to protect you Akaya"

"I- was so cold, standing in the rain in the dark and no one was by me- not even you Seii-nii" another bitter tear ran its course down flushed pink cheeks along with a light runny nose.

"I will never leave you Akaya you have to believe that, no matter what" pulling the child's chin up to look him in the face Yukimura held his breath and for a moment time stood frozen as wide red stained peridot orbs gazed at him, slowly he placed a tender kiss on the boy's forehead, drawing a light gasp from the latter. "I will never leave you Akaya"

"…promise…" his young voice cracked just enough to take the terror he had previously just endured, to be comical.

"I swear" even if he was an assassin constantly called for by different people, from different countries to kill, no matter what happened Yukimura would make sure that Akaya would always be protected by him and no one else.

Come the next day, fate had once again pulled at her many marionettes.

Early in the mid morning, sat a gathering of old men and one child, solemn silence filled the conference room when a whisper was finally uttered

"W-what?"

"I am sorry Akaya-sama but-" unable to finish his the man had been attacked by the young heir.

"Shut up! Don't you dare tell me that damn lie! I'll kill you!" running as fast as his skillfully trained feet would take him, instantly he was in front of the elder who spoke, aiming his small but tightly clenched fist at the man's head when….

"Akaya stop this right now!"

Turning to see who had stopped him from the man's well deserved fate to the hospital, wide peridot orbs stared at the man who had interrupted him,

"G-grandpa"

"This man is an important person to the Kirihara family, he cannot be killed when he speaks the truth"

"So what if he's my uncle! He keeps saying lies!"

"It is not a lie Akaya"

"Yes it is! MOMMY AND DADDY AREN'T DEAD!" screaming at the top of his lungs, the old man in the frame of the door came in and grabbed the child's arm, stopping him from his tantrum

"If you want proof then come Akaya, see for yourself the truth" pulling along behind him the limp body of his grandchild, leading him out of the conference room and into a white chamber where servants stood at attention opening the doors for the two as they continued down a chamber of rooms, deeper into the mansion.

Finally after too many doors for Akaya to keep track of he set upon an iron gate locked, utterly. Opening it slowly with his key the grandfather moved aside for his grandchild to peer in, cautiously and devious

"What's in there grandpa?"

"Proof Akaya. Proof" curiosity getting the better of him the child walked into the darkly lit room, it bore nothing but two columns standing in the middle of the room, stepping lightly the tiny pitter patter of footsteps resounding against the silent room, Akaya stood on the tip of his toes to peer over the columns only to step back so harshly he tripped over his own feet.

Crumbled to the floor in a mixture of tears and terror, wide shocked bright green eyes stared at the top of the columns, at the dead bodies of his mother and father.

"They were killed in your place Akaya, to protect you and the family line, to keep our name as Kirihara; they gave their own lives" the sober voice of the old man spoke letting his voice drown into the thick cement walls that held his son and daughter-in-law.

"N-no m-mommy daddy" soon his vision was covered with bitter sadness and blurred with white hot tears, "no, why they can't be dead!!" his shoulder shaking Akaya did his best to quell the would be screams of pain and loneliness no child should ever feel.

"They wanted you to live Akaya so that you could lead this family in their place" moving over to his grandchild the old man stood over the boy as he continued to cry into his tightly bit lip, soon there would be blood.

"F-for me…for me they- no why them! Mommy daddy! I" in a flash of sore adrenaline Akaya ran as fast as he could out of the catacomb, away from his dead parents, from his grandfather, far from all that he held precious had been taken from him.

The little boy ran as his tears fell to the floor behind him.

Holding, tight and secure tiny arms held themselves against a little body. Shivering and cold Akaya sat in his room on the floor crying.

"Why- why did mommy and daddy have to- why did they l-leave me…Seii-nii" whispering the blue haired man's name as if he could hear him from where ever he was and come to comfort him; Akaya let his tears fall harder.

Night quickly took hold of the sun and stole him from the sky replacing the pale moon in his place as she gazed dolefully into Akaya's large window, unto the latter himself still in the same place he was hours before. He stayed there through lunch, into training, past his bodyguards calling him out to cheer him up and comfort him in place of Yukimura, skipped dinner and into nightfall.

Akaya sat bathed in the moon's pale arms dancing on his white skin, his black curls glowing around his head like a crown; the boy clenched his fists and lift his head. Staring right into the moon as she stood by him in his darkest moment, young Akaya's bright green orbs dulled into grim emerald.

And gone was the child he had been not long ago, born now was the new heir his parents sacrifice had brought, Kirihara Akaya had been born again. And this time he would let no one into his heart.

He would stand alone.