Aschlyn: -Carrying in Izanami- I got her.

Izanami: DAMN IT LET ME GO! DON'T TREAT ME LIKE SOME KIND OF DAMN LUGGAGE!

Ashi: Relax, relax. Sorry about that- I wanted someone to spectate over the next chapter with me. I get lonely at times.

Izanami: -Growls- Whatever. As DHIdiot-

Ashi: It's Ashi!

Izanami: IDIOT said, the disclaimer is in the first chapter. Now as I go, it's time to leave the hospital!

Chapter 3: Discovering Full Power (Not too much yet.)

(Izanami's POV)

The shadows of the night had surrounded me, whispering dearly for me to come. I was slightly afraid when it appeared the first two days, but I eventually embraced their kind words and I listen. It's quite nice actually; they always tell me go get something I wanted at the moment. Like food, water…or Amaya.

I laid here in this bed, looking at the white ceiling that grew shadows; the shadows danced in front of my eyes before blinding me. I sat up and looked to the window that I have seen for a week now. After a while, I stood up and walked over to it, looking out towards the less popular view and I found this a perfect time to escape.

I rushed back to my bed and looked under it, grabbing a bag that I filled with clothes and food that didn't spoil quickly. Quickly, I removed my hospital gown and dressed myself with blue jeans, a black v-neck T-shirt, an orange hoodie, and black shoes. Yesterday, I finally cut my hair into a short style that not only spiked up a bit, but reached my shoulders. Covering my black hair with my hood, I grabbed the bag and walked out of the room.

No one seems to notice that I was walking out of the hospital, ha- I could be a freaking supernatural hunter if I wanted to, minus the whorish flocking towards the Winchesters and the romance. I walked down the parking lot and stopped; something caught me by the feet and I looked down; seeing that I was sinking into the shadows like quicksand.

"Holy shit!" I yelled out as I sunk in slowly. Suddenly, I was pulled out of the ground, the shadow ground that is.

"Are you okay?" A guy asked.

"Uh, yeah…I'm good." I assured.

I looked up and saw emerald green eyes; I examined the face and I slowly realized who the boy was. It was him, Hisoka Kurosaki from Yami no Matsuei. Heh, no wonder everything looked so different, it was anime! It's a good thing to know I didn't lose my memories of everything anime and manga; I'd have to start over at the beginning…

Eh, uh- Hisoka helped me up from the ground and I swiftly dusted myself off.

"You were…getting sucked into the ground?" He asked cautiously.

"Yeah….I think that was pretty freaking obvious." I said and started to think conclusively and thought to myself 'I can shadow walk, hell yeah!'

I looked to the ground and grinned, stepping into the shadow of a tree and my foot popped out on the other side of the parking lot and started laugh.

"Shadow walking…who are you?" Hisoka asked.

"Izanami Kaminari, at your service!" I replied, pointing to myself.

"Hisoka Kurosaki. Are you from around here?" Hisoka asked.

'Are you from around here? THAT'S your pickup line? "No, I just woke up at the hospital; the doctor told me I was found unconscious on a beach…I snuck out afterwards because I have to find my best friend, Amaya. I heard that she was at the Kyoto City Hospital." I turned my head away and looked around the area.

"Amaya is a very sensitive girl, plus the fact that she's very beautiful. That's why I always worry 'bout her; every man wants her and that is why I must protect her. That, and we're the only people who really survived, but she must think I'm dead…"

"Survived?" Hisoka asked.

I turned to the blond shimigami and sighed, getting ready to tell the whole story of my previous life.

(Amaya's POV)

Moonlight washed over me as I lay in bed. It seemed to have given me energy- but for what? Maybe I'm just imagining this; maybe I'm thirst from that tea Oriya gave me.

I sat up and put my feel down on the side of my bed. The wooden floor was so cold under me, it made my senses stronger. I then stood up and walked to my side door that leads to the hallway. I walked down the hall and I heard murmurs coming from the living room. Oh, how I hate to meet new people; it is very awkward for me. If Izanami was here, she would highly understand and she would do all the talking.

I stopped walking suddenly, feeling a big dizzy from the thought. When I stopped, someone walked around the corner; it was Oriya.

"Ama-chan, what are doing up?" Oriya asked.

I then saw a white form walk around the corner. The man was tall and handsome; he had pale skin, high cheekbones and platinum blond hair with bangs that covered his right eye. He had a triangular torso, broad shoulders and a slim waist. I would say he was six feet to my five.

I looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling lightheaded when I always see a new person that looks almost seductive and authoritive. And usually at this time, my nose would be dripping with blood.

"Oh, Amaya, you're bleeding." Oriya said. I quickly covered my nose and looked away.

"I'm sorry! I…I-uh-get nervous around a crowd." I said. The man had made his way to me and I felt my cheeks get hot. He lifted my head back.

"Keep your head like this, we wouldn't want you to lose as much blood." He said. "Oriya, go get some paper towels and a wet rag." Oriya left me in the room with the man. He held my hand and pulled me into the living room. "Sit."

I hesitantly did so, and he sat down at my side. "Let me….oh…" He started and then stared into my eyes with great awe.

"What?" I asked, getting nervous.

Your eyes…they're changing yellow." He said.

"What? That's ridiculous, my eyes are blue." I responded back.

"Now they are yellow." He stated back. I stood up and hurried to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw that my eyes were no longer sky blue, but yellow.

"My eyes are…."

"Yellow." The man finished. I looked into my eyes that began to turn gray. The man turned me around and lifted me up unexpectedly on the sink. I was so astonished that I hugged his neck. I regret what I've done, because he purposely nuzzled my ear with his nose; that made me feel funny. I pulled away quickly and looked away. He lifted my chin again and tilted me head back.

"They're turning red-orange now." He said. "I always heard that red-orange is the color of lust and pleasure. Have I given you such a thing?"

"Eh?!" Blood gushed out of my nose again and I covered it, trying to stifle the blood-flow as Oriya walked into the bathroom.

"I don't think I've introduced you two. Kazutaka, this is my adoptive daughter, Amaya Black. Amaya, this is my friend, Kazutaka Muraki." Oriya said. Kazutaka Muraki? Have I heard of him before?

"Amaya…night rain, what a beautiful rain." Muraki said as his hand secretly ran up my leg as he cleaned my nose.

"Ama-chan, are you alright? You've gone red." Oriya said as he put his hand on my forehead. I-I can't take this! Handsome men are touching me!

I suddenly shot off the sink and ran out to my room. I slammed the side door and ran o the corner of my room, sitting in that corner and panted.

"Ama-chan?" Oriya slid open the door and spotted me. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"No, stay away!" I demanded, but he didn't listen. I threw my hands up in response. "NO!" As I thrusted my handed forward, a strange gush of wind had pushed Oriya back. He flew out of the room and crashed in the floor. I looked at my hands, wondering how I did such a powerful thing.

Woah, looks like they're starting to develop powers! And poor Amaya met Muraki….oh great. Well, don't wait up, subscribe to the story and I'll update faster!