Alright here it is, the next chapter. There is going to be a couple flashback in this. I hope no one gets confused though. If something doesn't make sense please let me know and I'll explain it to you the best I can without giving the story away. So I've finally decided which way I want this story to go. I had been debating for quite sometime if I wanted to end it one way or another. I'd been hesitant because I fear the ending I've chosen will piss you all off. However we'll see. I've also been trying to figure out if I should end this story early and make a sequel. Or just keep the story going here. If you have any suggestions I'd love to hear them. I kept to my word and updated my Kenpachi story first. I guess I'm just on a writing roll right now. Anyways, thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter! And to all of you who added my story to your favorites list.

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Zoey24 – Yes well I've always seen him being rather playful. If you look at him after he's been reborn as Shuichi Minamino he still has a playful side. That you see when he's picking on Hiei about Yukina. I see that being something he's brought over with him from his past life. Thank you so much, I'm glad you like the story and Tora. I really appreciate your review. 3

bonbonchocolate – I'm glad you like the twist! Lol. Well you've got to smack Youko down a few ego pegs every now and again. :D

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"Lord Youko has requested your assistance."

Tora had wondered why exactly he'd need her help, it didn't make much sense to her. But she didn't question it, the moment she was set free from that room she'd ran. Now she was a few miles away from her old home, which meant Youko had to be near by. Even now she was picking up his scent. Hopefully he hadn't already left. From what Tobsha had told her it sounded as if the fox was injured. He'd probably been too cocky to see it coming. However Tora had no reason to shove that in his face until a later time. Right now she just needed to figure out where in the town he'd actually be. Jumping from the overhanging cliff she landed a few feet outside the town. No one had noticed her yet, which was surprising. Normally they sensed her presence the moment she was within two miles. Talk about being hated. Creeping into the village she felt a familiar dread washing over her. The looks everyone was giving her just increased this feeling.

Just like when she was a child people were steering clear of her, pulling their children out of her way. As if she was going to kill them at any second. Wrapping her arms around herself she tried to shield herself from their chilling looks. It still made her skin crawl, just like it did all those years ago. Stopping she looked at the falling down shack, it was so familiar to her. Slowly she crept in to find it deserted. Standing in the same place she did all those years ago she saw the scene all over again.

Her father stood in the doorway of their home, his golden hair lined with brown shimmered in the light that flitted through the door. The bronze of his skin stood out against the boring white walls of the small home Tora had grown up in. At his side was a petite woman, her mother, her jet black hair hung to her knees in a beautiful braid. Her golden eyes were widened in fear and stood out on her beautiful pale skin. Their eyes were locked on a young man, his hair was short and pale blue. It stood up in little spikes and it wasn't long before his eyes locked on hers. "Jiro."

After that he left their home in a hurry. The door shut and her father came to kneel in front of her. His teal orbs pried into hers with a certain warmth she couldn't understand. Her small chubby hand reached foreword to gently caress the pale blonde ears that were perched happily on top of his head. With the other hand Tora grabbed her blonde ear, before tilting her head to the side slightly. Her mother rushed over in a matter of minutes and scooped her up, muttering something so low, "It's the only way. If we don't let him take her she'll never have a normal life. I refuse to let my daughter be out casted all her life." She sat her down outside with a gentle smile. "Go play for a little while pumpkin." Without a second thought Tora nodded her head before running from the house

Snapping out of her daze Tora was amazed. Had she suppressed that? All these years she thought she couldn't remember what was said. Now all the fighting in the village had made sense. Why her father had looked at her so lovingly. And why her mother had asked her to leave. Slumping down on the little bed she'd once occupied she thought through everything. She had been courted when she was so young. Before she even knew what courted was. Her father had opposed it, she knew that. Her mother was afraid; it was her home town they were living in. It was her people that were rejecting her and her child. Tora pinched the bridge of her nose. Why couldn't they just move? Why couldn't they just leave the town? If they had left they wouldn't have had to worry about Tora being married off.

Stumbling out of the small hut she walked back down the bustling streets. There were new people in the town, people who had come over years after she'd left. Her mother had written her letters telling her about the wars in the North. How the survivors of the northern clan had joined together here. You could tell them apart from the others. There was hollowness in their eyes. Not that Tora could blame them. Their home, their families, everything they knew was destroyed, ripped right out from under them. Though even though she knew all this Tora could not pity them. For they didn't know her, but even now they still looked down upon her. They had never met her before, probably never even heard of her. She knew the moment she left the town elders had decided to act as if she had never existed. It didn't matter what she ended up doing, she would never be to their standard. And now these newcomers looked at her with the same disdain as the others. Who were they to judge her? Continuing down the exact same path she'd taken all those years ago the past continued to reveal itself to her.

'Half breed.'

'Abomination.'

'Disgrace.'

She didn't understand what they meant, all she knew is they were talking about her. The glares she received on her way to the edge of town made her skin crawl. That all disappeared when she saw a young man at the edge of town. His back was to her but even from here she could tell it was him. "Sheng!" Her voice cut through the air quickly enough. But as he turned to look at her she noticed a man with him. His hair was short, spiky and blue. Her pace slowed down but she didn't stop approaching the pair. Sheng's cold violet eyes peered at her with the same hate as the rest of the town. His gaze had always made her uncomfortable even when he was being decent with her. Glancing at the man she'd seen earlier in the day she couldn't help but feel something was off about him. There was something off about him. But there was warmth in his eyes, a warmth she didn't get to see often. Her parents were the only people who'd ever looked at her like that. It was relieving knowing someone else could look the same way. His chocolate brown eyes were locked with hers from quite sometime before anyone spoke.

"You must be Tora, I'm Jiro."

Slowly he crouched down in front of her, his eyes still smiling at her. His face didn't show the same happiness but you couldn't hide his eyes. His face was perfect; she'd never seen someone so handsome in her life. He had the palest skin she'd ever seen; it was completely flawless like freshly fallen snow. His hair was just as pale, but it had a strange hint of blue in it. She'd never seen someone with such oddly colored hair before. In her eyes he stood out so much from the people in this town, these people who all looked like clones.

"I want to help you."

Pulling herself from her thoughts Tora remembered being so innocent, remembered when Jiro seemed like a nice man. In truth he was very nice to her for the longest time; he was the only one who was nice to her. Somewhere deep in her mind she'd believed the was the only one who'd ever be nice to her. So she'd stuck with him. She stayed with him through thick and thin. But soon she'd grown tired of it, tired of his constant nagging. His constant attention, she wanted out. It was then that he told her. He told her that if they became mates the people in her village agreed that she'd be redeemed. Her entire family would be. It was a lie. It'd always been a lie. They'd never agreed to such a thing. It was something Jiro and Sheng had both done to get her to believe them. To trust them. But she couldn't do it. That night it was supposed to happen she panicked. She attacked him and scared him for life. His perfect appearance and nice demeanor was gone forever. The warmth for her left his eyes after that.

Sheng had done nothing. She'd run to him for help and he told her to go back. And that's exactly what she'd done. She'd hung her head and returned to Jiro's side. Like every time before that. But now, she refused. She'd never go back. Tora shook the thoughts from her mind to find herself on the outskirts of town. Just like in the past she saw a man standing by the edge of the water. His long black hair hung in a braid down his back. His ears and tails twitching with what Tora could only explain as anticipation. She didn't run towards him like she would in the past. There wasn't going to be a warm embrace, there probably wouldn't even be a smile turned her way. So she slowly walked towards him, dreading every step that brought her closer to him. All the color had drained from her face as she neared him.

"Sheng, why are you here?"

Her voice wavered slightly, nervous of what exactly his answer was going to be. She saw his lips twitch upwards in a smirk before falling flat into an emotionless mask again. Those amethyst eyes turned to lock onto hers, humor dancing within them.

"Hello to you to little sister."

Youko stormed into the fortress, anger rolling off him in waves. None of the other thieves even considered approaching him at this point in time. There was no use. They'd end up dead or severely injured. It was very apparent that whatever had the fox so worked up must be important. Kurone had been left in the dust the moment he'd heard Tora was mated. And to Jiro at that. It didn't make sense. So she'd been working for him this entire time. He'd been played; the king of thieves had been played by a little girl. He was only a few doors down from her room now, when Tobsha came running up to him. She looked startled, almost as if she'd seen a ghost. It made the fox hesitate for a moment; it made him stop when she spoke.

"My lord, somehow the girl has escaped."