A/N- I have nothing to say.

Disclaimer- Isn't this site called fanfiction?

I slowly looked up at the stars. It felt good to walk all day. Which was a little odd. Maybe it was because of everything that had happened within the last week. Things had gotten crazy, and now it felt good just walk and be alone for a little while.

I smiled. Yeah, it was probably a good thing that I had left. Larka wouldn't miss me. Yuuki might, but she'd get over it. Gin barely knew me. And I really didn't care that much how Rosco felt.

I had pulled off my shoes and socks and was now just walking along the beach. I had been to the beach only twice in my life that I remember, so it felt really nice to just walk along the beach and let the water lap up against my feet. Maybe that's a little weird, but I don't care!

"Oi! Jin?! Is that you?!" I heard someone call.

I turned and saw Dravis. Which quite ended my happy mood. My mouth instantly turned into a frown.

"What do you want?" I asked flatly.

Dravis frowned right back at me. "What are you doing here? This is pretty far from Gin's house."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I replied snidely.

You know, Miuri told me once that I was a little bit immature. And, gee whiz, she was pretty spot-on. I'm very childish, and I'm also very proud of it. So, with that in mind, you can probably guess how I reacted when Dravis told me to f off.

I grabbed the front of his shirt, my eyes icy cold. "And what was that, Dravis? Are you wanting to screw around with me too, just like your idiot girlfriend did? Because, ya know, I'm really not in the mood to screw around with a bastard like you."

Dravis's eyes widened for a half of a second before they narrowed. "What the hell is up with you?"

I kicked him in the shin. Dravis glared at me. I could see that it hurt him, but he wasn't about to flinch in the presence of me.

"Get away from me. Stay away from me. Never speak to me again," I said easily. "And if you do, I'm afraid that I'll have to put some godly wrath upon you. I don't care if that ruins Larka's life, I really don't. I just don't want people to think that they're better than me. So go away."

I threw Dravis back, letting go of his shirt. Dravis glared at me, clenching his fists. I chuckled softly.

"It's funny. You look so much like Larka when you're mad. Maybe you two truly are meant to be together forever. See ya... and if I do, you're dead," I said, throwing a wave over my shoulder as I walked away from Dravis, who was still glaring at me.

So, I told you that I'm pretty childish, yes? Well, Dravis is just as childish as I am. Perhaps even more so.

Dravis kicked me in the back. Just before I fell down, I thought to myself, Stop! in hopes that it might work. And, to my amazement, it did. Time, once again, stopped for me but not for anyone else. Dravis was frozen in his ninja-kick thing.

"Wimp," I growled. "Kicking someone in the back!"

I kicked Dravis in the stomach and he was unfrozen when my foot impacted with his stomach. Dravis fell back a few feet and glared at me, his usually grayish-blackish eyes turning a blood red. Fangs erupted from his mouth and claws from his fingers. I could tell he was mad now.

However, I just rolled my eyes. Why? Because there was no way that a little demon could beat up a god.

Dravis transformed into his demon-wolf form, and, the instant that he was in that form, he jumped at me, growling loudly. In reply, I took out my pen, hoping, no, begging for it to have turned into a sword somehow. I still had no clue how to use it.

To my relief, it turned into a samurai-type sword. Dravis growled at it, baring his teeth. I pushed against Dravis with my sword and the blade cut into his paws. Dravis yelped and jumped back. He then got into a fighting position.

I quickly stood up, glaring at him. "I've been waiting, I suppose, to kill you, Dravis."

Dravis rushed at me, going for my legs. I jumped to the side, but kicked him while I did so. Dravis rolled over a couple of times, then jumped back up, his eyes glowing with pure fury.

He, once again, jumped at me. I brought up my sword, but he dodged it and bit my arm instead of my sword. I cried out, took my sword, and pushed it through his stomach. Dravis's eyes widened and he let go of me. He fell to the ground and slowly stood up.

Blood dripped from Dravis's muzzle and stomach. He panted softly and I could see him shaking.

"Another day," he growled at me. "I'll kill you another day."

I turned from him and allowed time to begin flowing. I glanced back once. Dravis was slowly making his way from me, probably going to Gin's house to talk to Larka about me. As though I really cared, though. He could bleed to death for all that I cared.

Dang, I was seriously pissed off again. Ever since I came to the past, I've been getting more and more easily angered. Maybe it was because I'm an angsty teenager. Either way, I was getting POed about being POed. Why didn't it go away? WHY OH WHY?!

I frowned. I needed to get a better hobby rather than saving the world.


"I can't believe he would do such a thing," Yuuki whispered, wrapping the cloth around Dravis's chest. "Jin's been acting so weird lately... and I don't believe that he would just start stabbing you like you say that he did. It's just not something that he would do."

"We fought. He tried to kill me and I tried to kill him. End of story," Dravis muttered.

Yuuki sighed and tied off the knot. She had heard stories about the God of Time being someone that was bloody and cruel when she was really little, but when she first met him... well, he had seemed so nice and sweet. Now, though, that Yuuki was much older, she couldn't help but wonder if the stories were true.

Larka stared at Dravis flatly, her hair falling into her eyes. Yuuki gently sighed at this. Larka hadn't said a word since she had seen Dravis and he had told his story of meeting up with Jin. What they needed right now was a leader, but everyone (even Gin and Rosco to some extent) was down in the dumps.

"Maybe we should go after him," Yuuki said softly.

"Don't you have any better ideas than Jin this or Jin that?" Dravis growled. "I know that you like the guy and all, but is that all that is on your mind? The guy is our enemy now and there's nothing we can do about it! So I'd like you to get over the guy and think of him as what he is; an idiotic enemy who deserves to burn in hell, just like I have!"

Dravis winced, and touched his stomach gently. He was straining himself too much.

"I know this is hard for you to understand," she said. "But Jin has always been different. I asked him, one day, when I was a little girl, what came after winter. Instead of saying spring like a normal person would, he said that life came. Jin is burdened with being different and there's nothing we can do about it."

Dravis looked down, biting his bottom lip. Yuuki glanced at Larka, who had closed her eyes. Gin was in another room, counting her money. Rosco was trying to accept the fact that the war was real in his guest room. Nobody seemed fit to be a leader right now.

I guess, she thought, I'll have to take things into my own hands for right now.

Yuuki stood up and brushed off her dress. She then walked into the room next to what was thought to be the living room (it was overflowing with money to the point that no one knew what it was anymore) and stood in front of Gin, who was examining some sort of sparkling gem.

"We need your support, Gin. Now more than ever. If you don't help us, then we won't be able to get any nobles on our side," Yuuki stated. "Gin, we need you."

Gin blinked and looked up from her gem. "Eh? You need me?"

"Yes, Gin. We need you. Everything is turning rotten, but you can help us out," Yuuki said. "We need your help. We need you to help save the world from the demons. The other Jin is gone now, so we need to have as much support as possible."

Gin folded her arms, thought for a moment, then stuck out her hand. "It's a deal if you don't read Hellsing anymore. It's too mature for a girly-girl like you."

Yuuki pouted, but shook Gin's hand. "Fine."

The young girl sighed as she let go of the young woman's hand. She would have to be in control as the leader for a little while, only until Larka got better. When Larka got better, Yuuki would obviously step down since she was the least likely to want to be a ruler.

Yuuki then closed her eyes, sighing. Jin was so stupid, sometimes. She only wished that he was okay.

"Are you thinking about Jin? 'Cause you're whole face is red," Gin observed.

Yuuki's face turned redder. Is it just me, or does Yuuki have a great ability at blushing? I think it might just be me, the author.

"I still think I should be able to dress Dravis up, though," Gin said, pouting slightly. "It would be fun to make him into a pretty little girly-girl... sort of like you but with prettier clothes since I can afford them. And lots of bows. And make-up. And high-heels."

"Right now, he can't get dressed-up. He's too..." Yuuki frowned slightly, trying to find the right words. "Hurty."

"I see," Gin said, obviously not understanding.

Yuuki rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Slowly, she began to bite her bottom lip. She hoped that Jin was okay.


"I still can't believe that I'm a God." Ethan said, his eyes wide after another lengthy conversation with Ai about it. "It's... really, really weird."

Ai nodded, pulling her knees up to her chin. It was a little bit odd that this guy was a god... but, then again, Jin was a god and if that wasn't weird than nothing was.

"And I'm Tachigami, the God of... what? Great slashes, was that it? Kind of funny, I can't remember my own powers or whatever. Anyways, do you suppose that I could get us out of here?" Ethan asked, sounding like a little boy who had just received the gift of his dreams.

Ai shrugged. "I'm hoping so."

Ethan stood up somewhat shakily and Ai noticed how skinny he was, once again. It was obvious that they had not fed him very much in the few weeks that he had been here. Ai felt her stomach slightly growl and remembered that she hadn't eaten anything for several days. She was getting really hungry.

He closed his eyes, still frowning. Ai watched as he thought for a moment. Then, finally, he opened his eyes, walked up to the door, and kicked it.

"I... can't... think... of... anything!" He growled, glaring at the door. "How'm I supposed to get out of this dump of I can't do anything about any of this crap?! I need a sword or something if I wanna get out of here and use great slashes or whatever! Rrrghh!"

He sat on the floor, pouting slightly. Ai stared at him in silence. He was pretty darn childish.

"Maybe I can help you out," Ai said, standing up and brushing the dirt off her skirt. "I mean, I may be just a little girl who happens to know the God of Time and is in prison for no particular reason, but who knows? I may be able to do something about this stuff."

Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Was that supposed to be funny?"

"I've got my brother's sense of humor..." Ai replied, touching the door. "And he's only funny when he gets hurt."

Ethan snorted at this and stood up. He looked the door over and looked out the tiny window that was the only source of light. He frowned slightly, staring at the... well, whatever he was staring at. Ai was too short to look out the window.

"What? What is it?" she asked.

Ethan looked down. "I see a sword... but I can't use it."

Ai stared at him in confusion. Of course he couldn't use it, it wasn't in their cell! And like anyone would be stupid enough to put a freaking sword in the cell of the God of Great Slashes... well, maybe some of the idiots that tried to run this prison, but most people wouldn't.

Ai blinked as a sword broke its way through the steel doors, right next to her foot. She looked up at Ethan, still blinking.

"Right. Sorry, I don't know what I'm doing," he grunted, staring at the sword.

"You... you did that?" Ai asked, sounding somewhat fearful.

"Yup," he answered. "I... think."

The sword began moving upward slowly, lurching slightly as it went. When it hit the window, it began going downward. It was slowly making a hole for them to get out. Sure, this isn't what Ai had expected Ethan to do, but it was still really cool.

The steel part of the door that had been cut out fell backwards, making a loud crashing noise. Ethan grabbed the sword that was on the ground and grinned at Ai, grabbing her wrist.

"Time to run," he said.

Ethan ran much faster than Ai did. Mainly because he was much older, but also because he had longer legs. Ai was barely able to keep up, and the reason that she was able to was that Ethan was pulling her along by the wrist. With him doing that, she didn't have much of a choice but to follow.

Just before they turned around a corner, Ethan suddenly stopped and pushed himself against the wall. He then grabbed Ai and pushed her against the wall next to him. He looked around the corner, then snapped back to where he was before.

"What is it?" Ai whispered.

"A really big wolf with dragon wings," he answered softly. "Like a demon or something."

Ai blinked. She really didn't want to see what it looked like. Just by the sound of it, it was scary, and Ai couldn't handle scary things very well. In fact, she usually cried.

"What do we do?" she asked.

Ethan frowned and looked around. There was no alternate way to get out. They had to get out of here through that entrance, and that meant that they would have to go through that demon-wolf. Not a good thing, since he was a novice god and he had a little girl with him.

Ai watched as Ethan thought. Quite suddenly, his face lit up. He ran out with his sword and threw it at the wolf.

"Are you nuts?!" she demanded.

The teenager grinned at her. "Yup."

The wolf easily dodged the sword, and turned to face them, growling. The sword, even though it missed, just turned around and slashed at the demon-wolf's dragon-like tail. The wolf yelped and turned around in confusion. There was no one there, after all.

"Use the force," Ethan said, hitting the wolf on the head with the flat part of his sword. "I dunno, feels like something outta Star Wars."

Although Ai had no clue what in the heck Star Wars was, she knew that he was using his powers. Just by moving his hand around, he could change where he wanted the sword to go. He still wasn't completely sure of what he was doing, but at least they weren't about to rot in a cell for all time.

"Fetch," Ethan said, throwing the sword far away. To Ai's surprise, the demon-wolf followed the sword, racing after it.

"And now we go," Ethan stated, grabbing Ai's wrist and pulling her along again.

She ran, and, the moment that they got out of the Moon Cave, took in a huge breath, closing her eyes. Fresh air. Fresh air with hints of rain. It had just rained, or it was about to rain. It didn't really matter to Ai, because it was just great to be outside after several days of being stuck inside of that cell.

"Airrr..." Ethan mumbled, stopping for a second. "Reaalll... airrr..."

Ai stared at him and giggled softly. Who knew that breathing fresh air could make two people so happy?

"Right, we're in a jail break," Ethan said, opening his eyes. "We need to run away. And look, mainland looks like it's only a mile away. Lucky there are those little rocks that we can jump on. Come on, let's a-go help save the world!"

Ai stared at him, frowning slightly as he pulled her along. He was an odd sort of person. She had always heard in her father's stories that Gods were powerful, kind, smart, humble, and wise, but he couldn't be much farther from the truth. So far, they all seemed to be geeks that had played one too many video games.

Then again... they at least seemed to be good people. Not even or mean or anything. Nice, good people who were always willing to help some people.

After they jumped onto the third rock, Ethan looked back. "Don't worry. I'll come back and help the rest of you guys get outta there."

Ai blinked a couple of times. Yeah... Ethan was really nice. A little bit weird and headstrong, but he was still really nice. That had to count for something in godliness.

And, then again, maybe it didn't. Who knew with these people being gods?


Lee stared in an upward direction. A little bit to the left, as well. Anyway, he was staring at the sky, deep in thought.

Soon, soon. They would be resurrected. Orochi. Ninetails. And, if he gained enough power, then he would bring back Yami. But only after he was powerful enough to be able to control the Dark Lord. If he gained enough power to be able to do that, though, then there would be no real point in doing such a thing.

Lee glanced over to Miuri. She was an average girl who had been blessed by the Sun Goddess. That much was obvious. It had given her more power than she knew. Her wicked soccer kick could send someone across the field and beyond. As though she knew that, though.

The young Demon King obviously wasn't about to tell her that, though. If he did, then he could expect a swift kick to the face and a one-way ticket to Hell, which wasn't Lee's idea of a good time. Yes, to keep himself alive, he needed to not tell her about this power that she held in her... erm, leg.

"Your idiocy?" the girl who he was just thinking of asked bitterly. "Is your name really Lee? Because that seems much to simpe to be a jerk's name."

Lee chuckled, glancing at her. "No, it's not my name. It's much easier to pronounce though than my real name."

"And what is your real name, then?" Miuri challenged.

Lee took in a deep breath before saying, "It's Leeamiasoriousaitiaru. Lee is just oh so much easier to pronounce, though, don't you think?"

Miuri stared at him like he was crazy and Lee chuckled again. Making people confused, angry, fearful, troubled, hateful, sad, hopeless or any negative emotion was almost too easy for Lee to do. He could just give them a look at it would work.

"Is Jin close?" Lee asked Riku. "I'm still unused to his presence, so..."

"A mile to the north," Riku answered simply.

"Is anyone with him?" Lee asked.

Riku sighed, closing his eyes. "No... no, there's not."

Lee's mouth quivered, threatening to become a cruel smile. Jin was so close. He could almost smell him. Soon, the God of Time would be in the Cell of Hell. Then, nothing could stop him from taking this world away from the puny humans that thought they ruled it.

Tonight, there would be blood on these sands.

A/N- Okayyy... yeah. Pretty much. Please review. Uh huh. YUP. That's pretty much it.