Darkness… I am surrounded by darkness… yet… I am not afraid. Why? The love hate relationship that the cold darkness and I have… ever since the day my life turned to nothing more then blood and destruction
My eyes slowly open to see the robed monsters; quickly I close my eyes and slow my heart beat. No need to give away that I am awake just yet. Breathing in slowly to continue the ruse of sleep the urge to flinch is great… the smell of blood is emanating from them…drenching their very souls in the sweet sickening smell.
The demon growls in my soul.
Swaying back and forth my groggy mind realizes that I am being carried… the same green slimy flesh that chocked the air out of my captive lungs is also the same that is caring me like a sack of potatoes. What are they?
Yokai…The word whispers through my thoughts… I must get away.
Cracking my now purple eye open I see that they have not realized that there captive is awake, I must act fast before they realize this. Making a small shadow appear in my hand I set the robe to burn with black flames that devour all in there path, it is small but enough to distracted the baka's while I make my escape.
"AH! WHAT IS THIS!" the leader yells, twisting on his shoulder I kick him in the back sending him flying into his comrades, before they could recover I jump into the wall of the Kage Potaru.
Pain engulfs my week body as the shadows lick at the light on my skin.
Shadows swallow me howl… taking away my breath- my very own life force.
My body is to tired to fight back… so once again I fall into my mother's arms.
Air. The sense of falling…
What the heck? Really know?
My eyes snapped open as my purple hews glare up at the closing rip in the sky.
"Well thank you so much for spitting me out like a nasty piece of fish you hole…." I hiss to myself as I flip my body in the air so that my feet are know heading to the fast approaching Earth.
Great mother luck has once again spite in my face.
With just enough time to plug my nose I hit the water.
SPLASH!
Note to self: if falling out of the sky FIND A BIGGER POOL OF WATER TO FALL INTO!
Hissing under water I hear my bones crack once the contact with the pool's floor meets my all ready pain filled meat suit. From the bottom I attempt to move my arms and legs to swim for air. My muscles, bones, ligaments, everything protested in the fact of moving, but I had to move. It would make my day if those stupid frog things found my trail through the tare….
Getting my footing underneath my body I gasp as pain coursed through my feet. Damn… something is twisted or better yet broke. Pushing of I shoot towards the top, my limited breath is very quickly dwindling down to nothing.
Breaking the surface of the water, gasping, and chocking on the wonderful live saving gas called oxygen my eyes open to see a very shiny and pointy spear aimed directly at my pale nose.
Wonderful… this day cannot get any worse… o wait it could….
Looking up the staff I see what looks to be a monk… but… something is off. He smells different… none human.
"Who are you and how did you get here?" he demands shoving the spear even farther into my nose, just barely missing my skin, in reflex I move back only to have a big hand grab my caller and lift me out of the water. The monster wrapped two very big hands around my drenched figure.
Looking to my side I see a huge dark skinned guy with an angered look on his face, he had a necklace of skulls, small white skulls.
What a way to make some one feel like there welcomed…
O what I'm not.
Averting my eyes from Mr. Giant behind me I turn back to the monk. He still had his staff pointed in my face… I needed to get out of here… they smelled like the blood socked monsters that attacked my world… only the smell of human blood is lacking.
"Tell me first, monk, what the hell are you?" my eyes glared at his own glaring darker purple ones.
"That is none of your concern, know answer my questions or you will receive the punishment for entering the main house of the Nura clan! It is forbidden for none clan yokai to enter the main house!" he shouted as the guy behind me gripped hardened. Clenching my teeth my all ready cracked bones struggle to re-heal themselves at the added pressure.
Something clicked; did he just call me a Yokai?
I looked at him confusion filling my pain filled eyes.
"What? I am not a Yokai or what ever you're thinking!" I shouted in protest.
Monk just glared. He opened his mouth to speak but an older voice beat him to it.
"Kurotabo, Aotabo what is the meaning for all the yelling?" an old man walked out from behind one of the sliding doors, he was short around 4'6" and the back of his head protruded out similar to the body of a green caterpillar. What ever these Yokai, or what ever they like to call themselves, man do they look weird… what I cant say anything. There are defiantly some very interesting people back in Dragon Isla!
"Supreme Commander!" they both yelled. I looked at the older man he seamed to study me. His gaze travailed over my foreign cloths; I was still dressed in tight fitting black long sleeved mid-drift shirt that I had cut the slaves out the elbows, to allow more movement for my arms, and military colored green pants that looked more like capris and my black boots. I had never gotten the chance to change back to my normal cloths yet. He then meets my gaze.
"You are not from around here… who are you child." His eyes move to the big dude and he loosened his grip. My body dropped to the ground and I coat myself in a crouching position. Biting back a hiss of pain I stand rotated my shoulder it popped back into place. Looking to the older mans eyes mine are clear of any emotion and more of a calculative nature.
"I will answer your questions to the best of my ability, sir, if you will answer mine… but for know you can call me Kuro." It is not safe to give any personal information right yet, they could be connected to the things that attacked use, so he is going to have to live with my code name.
He smirked. Eyes alive with the spark of enjoyment.
"All right Kuro lets discuss this over tea… do you like sweets?" he motioned for use to fallow; the big guy nudged me for word. The monk keep a glare in my direction, my face remained emotionless.
"Depends on the sweet sir." I said with a calm voice. He just chuckles even more.
They led me into a meeting room… full of people, or Yokai if that is what they are. All there faces turned to me I tensed. My sensitive nose was being assaulted by all the scents… it was maddening. I forced my self to remain in control… Yami was steering. It is strange, she never moves unless she is ready for battle.
O boy.
Things just got worse.