Chapter 1
Death. One word is all it took to define the scene he was currently in.
The little boy ran as fast as he could, his short golden hair sticking to his sweaty face. His pale skin was patched with bloody scratches and wispy ashes that made his eyes itch. His heart throbbed furiously, it felt as if it were being torn right out. His silver-blue eyes shot open with fear as he watched buildings burn down to the ground, falling down on the poor, screaming people. His scratches were burning as he felt long ribbons of dark red blood oozing down his body. All he could think about was to try to get out alive.
Well, if it was possible.
The boy stopped only to hear his brother's yell. He scanned the scene, desperate to find his big brother. Beside a patch of flaming bushes he spotted his brother backing away from a strange dark figure.
"Mon frère, je suis ici!", the little boy smiled wide and raced toward his big brother, his arms wildly waving around.
When the big brother managed to catch a glimpse of the little boy his eyes shot wide open.
"Ushiwaka, mon petit frère, s'il vous plaît ne t'approche pas plus!", he yelled. The little boy, who now you know is named Ushiwaka, stopped dead in his tracks and stared in fear as he saw a flick of one of Orochi's tails slash through his big brother's throat.
Ushiwaka's world stopped. The one and only person he depended on his whole life was now dead. Dead because of a careless, blood-thirsty dragon. No one else he knew was there to accompany him by his side, when he had hard times. His brother was everything to him. No one at all will be just as great as his big brother. No one at all.
"Non! putain vous avez mauvais démon! Je vais vous obtenez un jour et vous tuer, vous dieu abandonné crétin!"
Never in his life had he cursed in his own language before. It felt good, actually. Ushiwaka shook off his thoughts and glared at Orochi. The night was too dark for him to see Orochi's true form. One day, he silently told Yami's soul in Orochi, I will come back and make you suffer in your own putrid blood, just like you did to my brother. You surely deserve it, fool.
Orochi must have understood Ushiwaka because he gave him a toothy grin and suddenly lowered his main head down to Ushiwaka's level. The boy could smell the saltiness of blood blowing against his face as Orochi snorted. The demon's piercing, red eyes sent Ushiwaka a clear message. He could hear Yami's voice through Orochi.
I will wait for you, Ushiwaka. Waiting in the cold, black darkness I shall. Prepare for your death, little one.
Orochi raised his head again and turned around. Leaving a trail of human blood behind him, he slithered away into the darkness. Ushiwaka tensed and he stared at the darkness for a while.
Why…he told himself. Why do I have to fight back? There's nothing but blood and gore in my life! Even if I fight back, all I will get to see is more deaths of people! The gods hate me, everyone dear to my life is dead, and all I have for company are Yami and his stupid demons that are too ignorant to notice who I am! I might as well just…the little boy leaned against a dead tree trunk and sighed. He didn't feel the burning of his wounds anymore, he felt almost numb.
Suddenly his vision blurred, and he felt entirely dizzy. As he slid down the tree, he felt his body become motionless. His eyes were forced closed and he faded into a world of darkness.