"Why do you make them cut their hair, dad?"

The image of his face was blurred again. I never could get a good look at the man. He wasn't quite a silhouette, but I could always see that scruff on his chin, the cut across his chest, and the oddly white eye of his. He was blind in that eye, and yet he could see so much.

And with a boisterous laugh, he answered what I had heard a thousand times now. "They say the longer your hair is, the more intuitive you are. The stronger your soul is. The more insightful you will be. As a collector, I can't have that. No soul should ever be more powerful than I."

"But… doesn't that defeat the purpose of collecting the stronger souls?" I would stupidly question him. "You're weakening your collection that way."

Like always, he was never amused. I felt my body tense as I awaited the same punishment that I always received in this dream. My father stood, his figure disoriented in my memory. Slowly, he strode over to me, grabbing a whip from his belt.

"Turn around..."

But I did not. I'm sure it would have hurt much less if I had, but the brat of a child I was wouldn't listen. The smirk grew on my father's face, his teeth baring like that of a wolf. He rose his arm, whip firmly grasped in his hand. He took a heavy, excited breath, and lashed forward.

My eyes opened wide, the crack of the whip still ringing in my ears. Shock settled in as I dripped of sweat.

"Fuck..." I wiped my face with my hand, reaching over to grab my cellphone. "What time is it?"

The sensor in my phone registered the movement, lighting up the screen for me. I faced it to my now restless face, blinded for a moment as I read the numbers. Four in the morning. I shut my eyes for a moment, placing the phone back on the nightstand. I then rolled over, opening my eyes to see—an empty bed.

She wasn't there.

"Hey Fuji!" That familiar and annoying voice filled my office.

I rolled my eyes, pulling my head up from my desk. "Afternoon."

"Whoa, you look awful. No sleep last night?" Coffee boy asked me.

"Hardly any." I rubbed my eyes, staring back at the computer screen that I was neglecting.

That's when coffee boy stepped in, shutting the door behind him. "Did you check out Mikoto this morning?!"

Duh. "You mean, did I notice her new attire, which happened to be more on the flirty side instead of the work appropriate side?"

"That mini skirt!" He did that creepy hand motion that he always did, motioning the shape of her ass. "So—short! I would love to get my hands on that!"

I felt my eye twitch. "She's trying too hard."

Coffee boy laughed. "I figured you'd be all over her! She's so your type! Plus, she totally wants you. All the ladies talk you up."

"Ugh..." She is my type… "I don't have a 'type.'"

"Sour today, aren't cha'?" He enthused, talking with his hands flailing about. "What's got you in such a shitty mood today?"

"You not bringing me my coffee." I was only half joking.

He seemed to only now realize that he had forgotten to bring mine today. "Shit. I'll go get it for you now! We'll talk more when I get back!"

How about not… "Okay."

As the buffoon left, I tried again to focus on the computer in front of me. But I couldn't concentrate. I couldn't register the words and the numbers that I was reading. I kept taking in the same sentence, over and over again, trying to make them make sense to me. Giving up again, I sat back in my chair, arms elevated and dropped behind my head, so I could rest it in my hands.

Did she really decided to stay with that idiot father of hers? What happened to that whole speech about being damned if she ever tried to fix things with them? And besides that… The man is a fucking liar. Thinking back to it pisses me off more than anything, the fact I helped him and then he told me the truth.

I sat forward again, pulling out my cellphone and opening my recent text messages. Scrolling down a few names, I found the bastard. I clicked on him, and typed out a quick message:

Hope everything is okay with Kisara. Did you tell her the fucking truth yet?

Figured I should get straight to the point. I sent the message, backing out and now finding Kisara's recent texts. Her last message was letting me know that she made it to the hospital and that she was "shaking like a leaf." A weird expression, but I guess she was nervous to face her father and meet who she thought was her mother.

How are things going with the rents?

I typed to her, before sliding my phone back into my pocket. Another sigh, and I was back to working. Typing up nonsense. Reading numbers that did or didn't make sense. Figuring out which clients needed to be watched more carefully or who needed to be disregarded. Every once in a while, I'd tab out to check the stocks, and make sure they were still at their upward climb, or at least steadily positive.

And then came a knock on my office door, though it was in fact open from coffee boy. "Hey, got a minute?"

I swiveled my chair to the side to see Mr. Taylor. He respectfully waited outside the room to enter. He was always a good man. In his hands was a large stack of papers. Must be something that needs looked over.

"How's it going?" I smiled at him, waving him over.

He chuckled. "You know. It's going. Hey, I'm supposed to be handing out these waivers to everyone. I read through it, and it's just an update on our insurance policies. Starting in January, they won't be taking as much from our checks, but there will not be any changes in the benefits. So, just lower prices."

"How generous of the Kaibas..." I rolled my eyes, holding out my hand as he approached the desk. "I'll sign it real quick. Mind handing it in for me? You know how much I hate those pricks..."

Mr. Taylor set the stack on my desk for a moment before handing me the sheet on the top. "Not a problem. So how did things go for your anniversary dinner last night? Did you end up going to the restaurant so that Miho could discount everything for you?"

"We did actually" I took the paper from his hand, reaching over to my pen cup and grabbing one. I barely skimmed the text, making sure I knew where I needed to initial and sign. I confirmed that my bank information was up to date and ended with a signature at the bottom of the page before handing it back to him. "Thanks for the recommendation and the discount. Kisara really seemed to like it. She ended up skipping out on me early though. I guess her mom's condition took a turn for the worse, so she went to go say goodbye to her."

"You mean..." He cautiously took the paper. "Kisara found her parents?"

Funny how things come full circle. "Actually, her dad found us. He begged her for help since her mom needed a blood transfusion. But, Kisara's blood was the wrong kind, so it was a hopeless effort. Either way, Kisara refused to help either way, and wanted nothing to do with them. I guess the guilt got to her. She ended up staying with them all night."

"Is that so?" He put the paper on the top of the stack and lifted them back up. "Well, at least she can get to know them now… Must be hard on her, after being left alone for so long."

"I'll say." I leaned back in my chair, hands behind my head to rest it on once again. "Shiro lied to Kisara though. It's not her mother in the hospital."

"What?" He was pretty intrigued, though slightly concerned. "And you didn't say anything to her?"

"I figured it wouldn't matter, since she didn't want anything to do with them." I sighed, thinking back to the conversation I had with her old man when I foolishly helped him out. "He told me that Kisara's mother died giving birth to her. This woman is who he married several years after she was born. He left Kisara to his mother and disappeared from the family. The parents she knew were her grandmother and her boyfriend. But when her grandmother passed, the boyfriend couldn't track down Shiro, so he gave her up for adoption."

He was completely indulged in my tale. "What the hell? That's awful..."

"Yeah. And years later, when Shiro was in need of some help financially, he went looking for his mom. The idiot had no idea she even passed away. So when he found out, his mom's boyfriend told him where he could find Kisara and lectured him that if he ever goes to find her that he better be prepared to be a dad." I scratched the back of my head. "Clearly that didn't happen. He ended up homeless for a while before meeting Kiyomi. That's the woman lying in the hospital bed now. They got married about ten years ago, and now she's sick and dying. So he wanted to have Kisara help if she could, but wanted nothing more after that."

"That man is sick." Mr. Taylor shook his head. "Sorry to hear all that. I hope your night went well otherwise?"

"Actually, I ended up seeing an old friend from high school after Kisara ran out." I couldn't help but smirk remembering. "She actually used to work with Kisara, which I think is funny. I was considering hiring her on at my mansion. Since Kisara's not around as much with her working all the time, her personal maid isn't around much either. So we're lacking a worker."

"Might not be a bad idea." He smiled. "Well, I better get going. More fliers to hand out. Hope things continue to stay positive for you, man!"

"You too." I sat back up. "Later, Mr. Taylor."

"Just Tristan." He chuckled. "See ya'!"

He walked out of the office, turning the corner and continuing to the next office. Finally, some peace and quiet until coffee boy returns. Back to work. Back to numbers. Back to random names.

But my peace was short lived again. "Here's your coffee Fuji!"

He ran over, setting my coffee on the desk. I rubbed my temples as a head ache started to settle in. "Thanks."

"So where were we?" He was already rambling again.

I zoned out, grabbing my coffee and he went on again about Mikoto's attire. As I took a large sip of my coffee, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Still drinking, I pulled my phone back out, clicking and opening the text up.

What are you talking about? How would I know if she's doing okay? I haven't spoke to her since I first saw her at your mansion.

I stared, looking around aimlessly.

"Where the fuck am I?"

I was sitting upon some stone seat, built to resemble a throne. I was surrounded by woman, all with short hair. Many of them stood completely nude, or almost nude. Another lied across my lap, her breast comfortably pressed upon my thigh. I was taken off guard, averting my eyes from the girl lying on me and forward to what was being presented to me.

More women. Chained and stripped. There were larger men wrapped in cloths, holding things like weapons or golden artifacts. Some of them literally held sacks that were spilling over with gold coins. I continued to look around the room. This was more like a cave than a room. I checked myself out, noticing that I, too, wore ragged clothing. I was much more presentable though.

"Master, what do you think of this one?" A large, balboas man pulled on the chains, causing one of the naked women to stumble forward.

I realized at that moment, they were talking to me, asking what I thought of this woman. "She's… nice..."

"He's not pleased. Sell her to someone else." A scraggly voice called from beside me.

I looked over my right shoulder, to see a man who looked oddly like my father, but with a much longer beard and a large scar down his chest. The resemblance was... Uncanny. His left eye was completely white. He must have been blind in that eye.

"Not a single one of who you brought today is any good." Another man spoke out, this time on my left side.

He, too, was surrounded by woman. He was getting much more attention out of them than I was though. Disgusted, I looked forward again. I didn't want to see some red headed fuck being pleasured orally in front of everyone.

"What about the girl from the Kul Elna village? It was pillaged around the time of the pharaoh's arrival was it not? You should have had no trouble capturing that girl." My father's doppelganger asked the group of slave traders.

"There was an incident..." One of them spoke out.

"You mean to tell me that the one woman who my son demanded to be brought to him, you did not." The white haired man with the scar on his chest pushed himself away from the wall, turning to face the man who spoke up. "My son saw power in that girl. How DARE you fail to bring him that pale woman!"

Pale woman? How could that be? The only pale woman I know is the new maid at our mansion… What is this?

Is this the illusion that the woman at the museum was meaning to show me?

"She was stolen from us!" Another spoke out. "We had every single bandit after her! Some kid rode off on a horse with her!"

"We tracked him down and killed his family, but before we could kill him..." The one stopped.

"Out with it!" My supposed father shouted, walking forward and pulling down a whip that hung from his belt.

"You see… there was..."

"A dragon appeared!"

"It scorched all of the men who got near the boy!"

"The whole village burned and was brought to nothing more than ash and rubble!"

"The girl and the boy were no where to be found..."

"You expect us to believe that there was a dragon who destroyed a village, allowing the girl to escape?"

The red head with a gross nature questioned the four bandits.

"It's true though!"

"And..." The one paused, as my father stood before him, whip at the ready. "The dragon was a pale white… Just like the girl."

Even from where I sat, seeing only the back of my father, I knew he was smirking.

"I see..." He reattached the whip to his belt. "So my son does have the gift."

He returned to where he stood earlier, leaning back against the cave walls.

I suddenly felt a hand, rubbing me on my inner thigh. It was another of the women. I stared down at her, not amused. She looked as though she was on some form of drug, ready to give herself up at any moment. So I shook her off, wanting to hear more of what these traders had to say.

"Can you, or can you not bring the woman to us?" The red haired man lectured.

"We can! It may just take some more time..."

"So please..." They all bowed down, letting go of their riches and the chains that held each woman they brought. "Accept these while we search for her."

I scoffed. But I was intrigued. "Bring her to me, or you'll all lose your heads. Understood?"

I played assertive. I was interested in this power. The girl that they spoke of… was this a coincidence that it reminded me of Kisara?

"Y..yes sir!"

"Now get out of here you pests!" The red head shouted, the other bandits scurrying out in fear.

And that girl was back between my legs, licking now my inner thigh, and working her way forward. She giggled as she did. I couldn't help but get turned on from the sensation, though clearly this is not something I was interested in at the moment.

"I'm proud of you son." My father spoke up to me, walking over and pulling up one of the naked women. He laughed as he fondled her. She moaned with delight as he did. "You picked out a dragon soul… You'll rival the gods in no time..."

My eye twitched, but I looked forward again, resting my hand atop the woman's head as she made her way up, grabbing a hold of me and began to lick me.

"There is no soul worthy or me, except for her..." I declared, giving in to the woman who started to pleasure me.

My evil instincts started there.

"A white dragon with a black dragon." The red head laughed, throwing down the woman who had been getting deep throated before he climbed atop her. "The clan sure is going to become the most powerful. Isn't that right, my little harpy girls?"

The two other girls crawled forward, wrapping themselves around him and they all laughed, each with their own unique features.

A harpy dragon… An ancient dragon… And a black dragon with red eyes... A clan of dragons? So… this is the meaning of our souls…

And a smirk crept over my face. This wasn't the future I was meant to be shown. Instead, I was seeing into my past. And now… I finally understand.

I left work early, blowing up Kisara's phone. "Mother fucker..."

To think, she would lie to me?! Of all the people in the world, it had to fucking be Kisara. The girl with a powerful soul. A soul who could match my own. After all the years of studying and learning the secrets of ancient Egypt, I figured out so many things. She's one of four white dragons who's souls were either sealed away or reincarnated into this life. I didn't want to waste my time finding the others. Why should I when there's one presented right in front of me?

All the time spent watching her. All the time I wasted to make her mine… How could I be expected to wait any longer? I knew she was slipping away… But to simply lie to me? Does she honestly believe that she can get away with it that easily?

The drive was quick. I may have ran a stop sign or two, but no one is hurt, so why the fuck should I care? I pulled into the mansion, a car was parked in my drive. I didn't recognize the car. It wasn't Shiro's. And it definitely wasn't one of my three. I don't have any record of it belonging to any of my employees.

So who dares enter my home at such an hour of my absence?

I pulled up to the stairway quickly, parking and turning off the car. I climbed out of the car, slamming the door shut. I ran quickly up the stairs and into the mansion. I was greeted by our newest maid.

"Where's Kisara?" I didn't care what else she had to say.

The frail girl bit her lip, not wanting to answer me. "She..."

"Ugh." I had no time for this, pushing past her and heading up to our bedroom.

I tread the stairs, noticing as anyone I passed got out of my way quickly. Surely, something was happening. It only made me more and more angry. And finally, I reached my room. The door was already open. And inside, she was there. I looked around the room, surveying it.

It seemed emptier. Small things were missing. There was a box on the bed, full of clothes. Kisara's clothes. On the dresser was the sapphire stoned silver ring that I proposed to Kisara with. Under it was a hand written note.

I knew exactly where this was going… "Are you fucking serious right now..."

And emerging from the closet was not the person I was expecting to see, but it didn't change the anger that I felt...