Disclaimer: Nope not mine.
Warning: Long chapter. Language.
"The Chaos Soldier does exactly what it's name implies." Kaname began "It creates a soldier out of Chaos Matter."
"A soldier?"
"Yes, a soldier from Chaos who does your bidding. It can act as an army that you can control. You can--."
But before Kaname could finish, Shuichi had already began, as if reacting simply to the name of the spell.
In front of him, a large mass of Chaos Matter appeared, seemingly at first a giant blob of gel.
'Shuichi...' Kaname thought 'My God...'
"Chaos Soldier!" Shuichi called
The irrecognizable blod began to develope features, starting with feet and working it's way up, creating legs and an abdoman, and eventually a face. When it was done, Shuichi had created an armored covered soilder completly out of Chaos, complete with sword and spear.
It almost looked human, save for its overall reddish-black color.
"God..." Kaname said, amazed
Shuichi crossed his arms.
"How was that?" Shuichi asked, proudly
"God..." was all Kaname could utter, as he reached out to touch the soldier "It's solid..."
"Of course."
"If only your 'Master' were here." Kaname murmered, pulling Shuichi into his arms, surprised that the boy offered no resistance "He would be so proud."
Shuichi was silent for a moment, before looking up at Kaname.
"So." He said, making the Chaos Soldier disappear "What's next?"
Kaname smiled.
"Next..." Kaname murmered "Are the Knights."
Yuki stalked through the castle, moving hurridly, his white overcoat mimiking the white wings he'd once had.
'Damn Kaname.' He thought, brushing roughly past servent and guardes until he came to Mizu's door in the servent's quarters. Raising his hand, he knocked roughly.
"Um..." A voice said "Master Mizu isn't in."
Yuki turned to be met with a rather plump woman.
"Oh?"
"Yes. Demon Lord Kaname came and took him 2 days ago. Mizu said not to expect him back for a while."
Yuki narrowed his eyes. The woman lowered hers.
"My father took him?"
She nodded.
"Himself?"
She nodded again.
"Yes, Lord Eir--."
But before she could finish, she looked up to find Yuki gone.
'Shit.' He thought, practicaly flying down the corridors towards Hina's room 'Shit! Mizu!'
He roughly shoved the door open.
"No colors anymore.. I want them... to turn... black..."
Yuki searched for the source of the song, and found Hina sitting in front of her mirror, brushing her long raven hair out of her face.
"Wow, how rude of you, Master Eiri, barging into a woman't room like this." Hina said
"Where's Kaname's room?"
Hina cocked an eyebrow.
"And what makes you think I'd know where that is?"
"Because you're screwing him."
Hina made a face.
"Touché." She said "Though rarely." She added, turning to him "So why do you want to know that?"
"I need to do something."
Hina made another face, and then turned back around, scribbling something. When she turned back around, she handed Yuki a hastily scribbled map.
Nodding his thanks, he turned to leave.
"You know." Hina said, as he walked away "Saving him will only anger Lord Kaname."
"Like I care." Yuki tossed over his shoulder as he closed her door behind him.
"Oh... no worries." Hina replied to no one "He'll just take it out on me."
Mizu was confused. He had been taken from his usual spot, playing with the other young children around where his mother worked in the orchards, by three women he didn't know.
He wasn't afraid. Though they were unfamiliar and were dressed in the type of clothing that was almost foreign to him. The same patterns and fabics that when a person wore then, Mizu had to fall silent and stand by his mother's side until they passed. But he wasn't afraid. His mother had sent him with them willingly, so as he walked his almost under weight and overly tan 7-year-old body down stone corridors that he was never allowed down before.
He wasn't afraid. Curious? Yes. But afraid? Never.
His mind wandered back to the boys in the orchard, and their foolishly dangerous dares that Mizu was too headstrong to refuse.
His mind then traveled to the almost inevitable lecture he'd recieve from his mother afterwards as she cleaned his wounds.
It was in those moments that he began to notice that he had almost flawless skin. Regardless of how much he hurt himself, within a few days, it was always back to normal regardless of how much he tore, burned and bruised, he almost never scarred, and he always healed bak to the same milky white skin that had most of the girls in the servent's quarters obsessing over him.
None of the other children seemed to be able to do it. While they scarred and developed harsh blisters over time, Mizu remained the same.
They turned down another hallway, and went into a room, where Mizu was fed, washed and dressed in almost royal garments and was told to sit.
Mizu had imagined it was rather late, and that he had ben sitting in the comfy chair for several hours. Resisting the urge to yawn loudly, he rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes, and sat up.
"Come." One of the women said, extending her hand to him
Obeying, Mizu stood and took the woman's hand and followed her down several more corridors until they reached a door which led to the outside imperial rose garden; which was decorated with black and red silken streamers, and sakura petals that fell from the trees surounding the garden.
Confused at the festivities, Mizu narrowed his eyes, until he remembered something his friend had told him. He had asked why all of the castle servents were in such a hurry that day, to which his friend replied:
"It's Lord Kaname's birthday."
Mizu had dimly remembered spotting Lord Kaname around the orchard where his friends played, often just watching after being scolded by hia nanny everytime he tried to join in.
His eyes ran to the large table, piled high with seemingly abandoned presents.
'Why am I here?' He thought, being made to stand behind the woman.
Peering between them, he managed to spot a young boy whom he assumed was Lord Kaname, seated at a table, a painfully bored expression on his face, blowing away the sakura petals that fell on him.
For a moment, Mizu caught Kaname's dark amber gaze and his breath caught, frozen in fear.
Then he could hear a familar voice, and he spotted his parents, speaking to the Demon Lord.
Opening his mouth to cry out to them, it was covered by one of the women who knelt in front of him.
"Shs." She said "You'll ruin the surprise."
Mizu cocked his head in curiousity.
"You're going to be a gift for Lord Kaname."
'A... gift...?'
"Now, Son Kaname." The Demon Lord spoke "For your final gift."
Mizu's hand was taken again, and he was led towards the table.
Kaname slid off of his chair, facing the women, who parted revealing a very confused, and now slightly frightened Mizu.
"Him."
Kaname's expressionless face met Mizu's and stared him up and down.
"Hm." Kaname replied, now standing directly in front of Mizu "He's not mine."
"He was born for you." The Demon Lord spoke
Kaname cocked his head again, before reaching for Mizu's hand.
"Born for me?" Kaname asked
His father nodded. Kaname smirked, leaning down and sinking his newly formed fangs into Mizu's flesh.
Mizu screamed and tried to pull away, only to be foiled by Kaname's superior strenght. Kaname bit harder and drew blood, then repeated the action to his own hand, before folding the two together.
"Now, he belong to me. His blood is my blood."
He squeezed the hands harder together, watching with fascination as their blood blended together in droplets that fell to the ground, coating the pink sakura petals.
In a haze of confusion and fear, Mizu passed out.
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A.N. Well, hope this chapter was long enough for you. In case you couldn't tell, that last part was a flashback. I thought about doing my usual obnoxious FLASHBACK! to indicate it was, but I figured you guys a smart enough to tell. Anyway, I kind of based Mizu off of how I used to be as a kid, headstrong and took any dare. Minus the part about the not scarring, I have some pretty wicked scars from when I was a kid. One including when this rusty fence dug into my ankle so deep you could see like the fat there. It's pretty funky.