Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Our Version of RW with a Crossover Twist ❯ Visions and Eavesdropping ( Chapter 14 )

A/N: Hey there! We're back on track!!

Kathrine: We hated how the last chapter came out.

JC: Yeah, school started back up today so we took the time to read it and found some very nasty mistakes.

Kathrine: So we just HAD to fic them because they were mistakes that just shouldn't have been there.

JC: So here's the fixed and edited version of chapter 14.

Kathrine: Oh again this is Masho-centric so enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is chapter 14. I'm sick of Disclaimers!

Warnings: Angst, Flashbacks, Dark themes, NCS, and anything else we forgot to mention. ^_^

Our Version of RW with a Crossover Twist

By Kathrine and JC

Youjakai

He stood in the middle of nothing. Darkness, emptiness surrounded him and he couldn't find a way to escape. But he knew this darkness, knew this dream that he was trapped in. He wouldn't be able to wake up so easily, he never was. So he waited, standing calmly so that the dream could play out and his questions could be asked but never answered.

That was when the voice came. " Why are you here? What is your purpose in this world? Have you fulfilled your purpose, the promise that you made."

" I never made a promise," he stated, irritated already.

" So many years ago," the voice whispered. " Hai, a promise was made."

" What promise?" the man asked. " How can I fulfill it when I don't know what it is?"

" Protect," it returned, louder than before. " You must protect. Prove that all has not been lost, you must protect."

" Protect what? Who?" he yelled out into the darkness he was trapped in. " Who am I supposed to protect?!" It was then that the darkness lifted and the room transformed into white in a golden brilliance. He covered his eyes to prevent harm from coming to them. When he believed all safe he removed his arms and stared out into the pure white nothingness that had been created. But it was there that he saw them.

He'd had this dream over the course of nearly fourteen years. Every time two shadowed figures would be presented to him in the bright void. Every time they would look different, older in some way. Now he was staring at the same figures, both different from how he saw them last. One was taller than the other and hair seemed to be cut short, blowing in an imaginary wind. The other shadow was smaller and probably skinnier, a long extension of hair billowing behind it.

" Who are they?" he demanded to know.

" Protect. They are who you must protect," the voice explained calmly.

" What are their names?" he asked. " How can I protect them if I don't know who to look for?"

" Heart," the voice replied. " The answers that you seek are in your heart. They always have been. You know who they are, you know why you must protect them. The battle is near, protect them from the losses they will suffer. Too much has been lost already and time is shorter every day."

It was always the same, but he still didn't understand. He hadn't met them before, why must he protect them? Were they like his lovers? Was it because of Arago? What was so special about these two? Even so, as he stared at the two unknown figures, he felt something that tugged on an almost forgotten cord in his heart. He did know the figures, but he couldn't remember from where.

But how can I protect them? he still didn't understand how he could even find these two people, let alone keep them out of harm's way when a war was approaching. But he still felt the strange connection with the two shadows, he knew the voice spoke truth. Yet, the connection seemed old, never ending and soothing in a way. It was like something he'd lost long ago, only to be renewed better than before.

" Protect them and all shall be clear, the shadows forever gone," the voice spoke for a final time, drifting away with the last note. Then the winds seemed to become forceful and the shadows drifted away like flower petals on a late summer breeze.

" Wait!" he called out but no one answered and the light withered into nothing, the darkness returning forcefully…

He jumped up from his slumber, sweat clinging to every part of his body and his breaths somewhat ragged. He raised a hand to his face and sighed, allowing himself to regain his usual composure and calm. Why did this dream always seem to shake him so? It was as if with every passing year the shivers would take longer to calm and more questions than answers would be found.

" What issss it Rajura?" a sleepy, yet concerned voice asked, said voice accented from the speaker's lack of coherency. He turned, his one pale blue eye staring into dark green.

" Nothing," he told his lover, running a hand through silky green locks. " Just woke up suddenly."

" Hmmm," Naaza stared at him through slowly awaking eyes. He didn't believe that for one minute. " For a warrior sssso good with mind gamessss, you're a terrible liar."

Rajura chuckled, brushing a stray strand of snowy hair from in front of his face. " Maybe because my games always hold sense of truth that is just hidden too deep to be found," he replied.

" Too early for big ssssentences and riddlessss," Naaza mumbled disdainfully into his pillow. " Just admit you had a bad dream and let it go, not like it'sss the end of the world. That'sss supposed to come later."

Rajura didn't understand how his lover could act so amusing in the morning when still partially asleep and then quiet, sadistic, and practically creepy the rest of the day. Maybe it was because usually when half asleep he would let out the part of him that he had tried to leave behind so long ago, the part he thought too weak to survive in the world he grew up in. It saddened the Gen Masho when he thought of what each of them had given up when their power thought it time to claim them.

His lover, Naaza Doku Masho, had only been eighteen when he was called to his armor. The price of bearing the armor, his humanity. Yes, Naaza was changing and would change as long as the armor needed him. Every few years he would lose more of what was still human in him to the reptile, the snake, that was so much a part of the Yoroi no Doku. Rajura knew that Naaza hated the fact and yet accepted it without complaint, deeper issues residing that made the matter more trivial.

Anubis, Yami Masho, was losing parts of his humanity as well. With his yoroi came the cravings for raw meat (blood now quite appetizing) and many nights alone in the wilderness of the Youjakai, hunting the wild beasts there in solitude to release the raging beast that was trapped with him. The full moons of their world brought golden eyes and nights of howling that he couldn't control. Yes, Anubis would lose himself to the yoroi just as his lover would. Only Shuten could tame the blue-haired man during the nights when 'the wolf' wouldn't be controlled.

Then there was Kayura, the child they'd raised into womanhood. She'd been so young and afraid when Badamon had given her to them to teach in the ways of the warrior that she would become. To everyone's surprise (especially the swordsman's own) she'd taken to Naaza as her motherly figure. He'd always been the one to make her smile even when not attempting to. And seeing as Rajura was like the fatherly/older brother of their 'family' it was quite fitting. But Naaza was quite protective of the girl and never allowed her anything unless he believed it worthy of her. You'd think they were lovers if you didn't know better, but Gen Masho had the feeling that it would not be a man to tame his 'sister's' wild spirit.

Then there was Shuten, the youngest of the Masho and yet, leader of them all. Shuten had been so confident and conceited when he'd first come to the Youjakai, but the flicker of hate and revenge was there. There had been few that did know of the Yoroi no Oni and Shuten paid dearly for being its chosen. The war had come and he had gone with it, fighting for the glory of his home. His mother had begged him to come home, but his loyalty to his cause and fellow soldiers had prevented it. He returned afterwards to find that his entire village had been slaughtered and burned, including his little sister, mother and lover. The armor curse had come, no attachments left for the warrior to think of during his duty.

And then there was Rajura himself. What he lost besides the sight of left eye? He'd lost the one thing that had meant the most to him, his brother. His mother had died at giving birth to his brother and his father had disappeared when he was but ten, leaving a young Jurougorou (for that was his true name) to take care of his seven-year old brother by himself. Needless to say, they hadn't lived very honest lives, nor did they have very much, but they had each other and they felt that enough. It was a day when his younger brother had found a large lavender crystal trapped in a spider's web that things seemed to change.

Rajura began to have strange dreams, visions he would learn later on. They told him many things but at the same time nothing at all. Dreams of machines that flew like birds in the sky to the stars and of little planets of steel that spun on large axises. Then the dreams became more direct and closer to his time. He could tell when things would happen and even knew when wars would begin and end. But then the one thing happened that he couldn't change and had never seen coming, his brother's death.

The killer had tried to steal the money that his brother had earned from his first real job, and being a righteous seventeen-year old, he refused to allow him to take it without a fight. There would have been a obvious winner in the fight, had the thief not had friends who wanted the money as well. In the end, Rajura was forced to bury the body of his younger brother under the tree where the largest spider webs were spun in the summer. The serene setting had always been his favorite place in the universe. It was then that his yoroi awoke in its virtue. For what is the greatest test of Endurance, then to lose the one person you have left in the world?

" Matsu," he whispered, not even aware of it.

" Your brother?" Naaza questioned, finally believing he knew what had his lover so distraught. " Did you dream of him?"

" No," Rajura shook his head. " His name just came to mind."

" Then what is wrong?" the swordsman repeated. " I know something troubles you."

" It's this…" Rajura didn't know how to explain his dream seeing as he, the master of mind games, didn't even understand it completely.

" You know that I don't judge you," Naaza assured him.

" No, it's just, I've been having this dream…" Rajura started.

" What sort of dream?"

" I believe it's a vision," the white-haired man stated.

" But I thought you weren't to have those anymore, not since you can control you armor," Naaza was slightly confused.

" I believed that as well, until fourteen years ago," Gen Masho sighed.

" You've been having visions for fourteen years and you've told no one?" Naaza gave him a quick glare. " Arago won't be pleased if he finds out."

" It has nothing to do with Arago, they are meant for me alone," his lover explained.

Naaza sat up now, completely awake and curious about what his koibito was saying. His visions before had been about the Youjakai and things no one could explain, such as the metal warriors in white steel and floating ships with enough power to destroy continents. " What are the visions about?" he asked.

" They started out when I envisioned a tall metal building crumbling from the sky," Rajura began. " People were screaming and I could see dark mists surrounding the entire tower moving as if alive somehow. But then all other noise ceased, I couldn't hear the screams or the explosions or the chaos. All I could hear were the cries of a small child, slightly older than a baby I believe. Then the vision seemed to fade away into a brilliant white nothingness and I saw two shadows there. One was cradling the other trying to calm it for some reason. I couldn't hear any voices after that until IT came…"

" IT?" Naaza raised a green brow.

" Yes, this Voice that I have heard with every dream," the other nodded. " He told me of a promise I made, one I don't remember. I asked him what promise and he said I was to protect someone. I asked him if it was the shadows and he said, 'Protect. They are who you must protect.' I don't even know who they are."

" Is this where it ended?"

" No," the white-haired man shook his head. " He said that a war was coming in many years to pass, that I was to protect them from the war. Asked why and He continued to repeat that it was in my heart. It was then that the shadows just blew away like in a brisk wind. I woke up right after that."

" I don't understand," Naaza placed a hand to his head. " It makes no sense to me."

" It didn't make much sense to me either for quite some time," Rajura admitted. " But every year I have the same dream around the same time of year. Only in each dream there are little variations and the shadows looked bigger, much like they are growing children that have aged over the years."

" Have you figured out what it means yet?" Naaza inquired. If it seemed as serious as Rajura believed it, something indeed would happen when the war began.

" All I know is that the war is practically upon us and I am supposed to protect two people that I don't even know where to look for," Rajura sighed. " But there is one thing…"

" Nani?"

" I remember them," Rajura replied.

" Excuse me?" Naaza stared at him. " If you don't know them , how can you remember them?"

" Not like memory wise," Gen Masho corrected. " It's like this strange connection inside me. I know them, they are important to me for some reason that I have yet to figure out. When I see them in my dreams, I feel as if something that was missing isn't truly gone anymore. It's like whatever I lost so long ago has been returned. I don't understand why I feel this way, but it makes me believe that I know them somehow."

" Try not to worry about it," Naaza thought for a moment. " If this is all supposed to come to pass when the wars begins, then whoever they are will probably be near when it happens. You'll probably meet them eventually."

" You know, I love it when you make sense," Rajura smiled before kissing the green-haired man on the lips. " Now, we have to get up or we'll have to deal with Arago's lecture for an hour." Naaza chuckled in agreement and sat up, pushing his feet over the edge and to the floor. They still were confused as to why they had even agreed to follow the demon emperor all those centuries ago, but it was a time they did need his assistance to control the new power they possessed. They knew of no one else that could help.

Now we're stuck with him, Rajura frowned for a moment. The demon truly had no sense of what he was doing. He had brains, or they believed, but was too caught up in his dreams of world domination to realize that it was pointless now. World domination seemed such an out of date dream even for them that were trapped in the days of feudal Japan. All they cared about was remaining a family.

They dressed silently and Naaza left the room first as usual. They knew that Arago wouldn't be pleased to know they were lovers for he wanted them to remain competitive against each other. They were though, just not the way he wanted. (A/N: HENTAIS!!! Not like that!) The green-haired man would go back to his room so he would be there when Arago checked for him. The same events transpired between Anubis and Shuten in the morning.

With his lover gone, Rajura had time to think about all that was coming for him and his family. The war was going to start very soon and he knew their 'Master' would expect all of them, including Kayura, to fight in it. But what of that blonde boy and the other yoroi bearers that Anubis encountered in the Nigenkai? He wondered. They surely won't be able to control their power when their yoroi come to them completely. They haven't even fully received their yoroi yet! It won't happen until all have been chosen and understood.

He sighed as he sat back down on his bed, dressed in a lavender and black kimono with his hair pulled back with a black ribbon so as to not irritate him. Arago believes that the blonde will join him, but he shouldn't be forced to, the white-haired man thought to himself. I know that Anubis faked that little skirmish with those three boys. He could have easily defeated the Rekka even if he had the help of Byakuen. Why did he toy with them? Does he believe the same I do or is it something else?

" Come to me, my Warriors!!" a low voice echoed the order throughout the castle. The Gen Masho snickered at the comment of 'his Warriors' when they pretty much couldn't stand him. He stood up and closed his eyes, calling on his sub armor and then teleporting himself to the throne room.

Throne Room - A few minutes before

Arago smirked inwardly at the situation before him. " You're sure Priest?" he asked to the floating apparition before him. It was Badamon his head priest and controller of the youja spirits that fueled his palace. He could do without the priest, but life would be very difficult and less easy going.

" Both of them are weak," the sickly green-looking specter assured him. " Korin is very vulnerable and may be easily swayed even without the assurance of his brother…"

" There is more?" the demon emperor could sense a 'but' coming on.

" We should still capture the other boy, this 'Nii-chan', as Korin calls him," Badamon told him.

" Why is that?"

" His aura is not that of a normal human," the priest explained. " Both he and his brother share the same aura anomaly. At first I believed that Korin's strangeness was merely due to him being the only elemental without his yoroi, but seeing as the older boy has the same abnormality it has to be something else."

" Have you found out what yet?" Arago inquired. " I have little patience for the unknown. The war is too close for such potential hindrances."

" No," he admitted. " There is nothing for me to go by yet. There is only one other that has such a peculiarity in his aura of spirit and energy and we both know why his is the way it is."

" Well I don't care," Arago brushed off his words. " The time to act is now. If this goes well then we have won the war before it has even begun."

" As you say my Lord Arago," Badamon conceded and bowed his head to his master. If the hotheaded demon would listen he would have heard what I was about to suggest next, he growled inwardly. I guess I will have to finish my research without his consent. It seemed that it was not only the Masho and Kayura that could not stand the dictator-like 'emperor' of the Youjakai. He'll regret pushing my counsel to the background when he is driven into the ground by his own stupidity. He returned from his musings to find all five of Arago's elite kneeling before the demon master.

Rajura sighed at the repeated game they were forced to play. Being lapdogs to a psychotic demon that only had his head left visible was very demeaning. He could feel complete calm coming from one of his warrior brothers and envied Anubis for his clear-headedness. The blue-haired man was the best actor out of them all. To Talpa he was almost as loyal as Shuten and would betray any of his fellow warriors if the demon lord asked it of him. It was amazing how Yami could fool even the Head priest Badamon if he wanted to.

If only he was kidding about Byakuen and Kokuen-oh, the white-haired man wanted to shake his head in dismay. He knew that the anger his friend let off was not an act. He truly wanted to kill both the white tiger and his brother for what he believed to be the worst type of betrayal in his honor code. They had been brothers, twins dying from the plague that had stricken the country villages in the south. He had saved them by fusing them with the souls of two small demon tiger cubs he'd been taking care of since their mother's death. He then raised them only to have them leave him for two different masters because neither wanted to follow Arago.

Had they know we have been planning his demise since our arrivals they would not have acted so hastily. Of that Rajura was sure, but he knew Anubis was hurt by their dissention after all he'd done for them. Still the white-haired man was not too worried for he knew that the problem would one day be solved.

" What is it you wish of us, Master?" Shuten decided to take the front as his role of leader required. Arago believed him most loyal merely because that was the true spirit of his armor and yet in reality he was least loyal of them all. His devotion was to his 'family' not the demon they were tricked into following for centuries.

" It is time, the boy is weak, he shall be easy to acquire," the demon told them. " Only three of you are needed for this mission."

Rajura almost snorted, He's making it sound as if we're gong to the market to pick up meat. Unlike the others, he didn't have to watch what he thought in his mind around the youja master for his armor's powers protected his thoughts from him. " Why three of us?" he asked instead. " So many for just one boy? Is he in the presence of the others?"

" No," Badamon answered instead. " One will be needed to capture Korin while another will retrieve his brother, the one he calls 'Nii-chan'."

" Korin?" Anubis raised an eyebrow. " Are you sure the boy is the bearer of Korin, Spirit Priest? I have only seen two definite bearers. He may be even Suiko or Kongo."

" Silence!" Arago's voice boomed and all five of his 'minions' had to force themselves not to cover their ears. Rajura could feel the uneasiness from Anubis for he had the best and most sensitive hearing out of them all.

" Do not question what I say," Badamon warned. " He is Korin, for that I am sure."

" Then why capture his brother if we are goin straight after the blonde?" Naaza was straight to the point. " He is of no use to us…or is he?"

" That is of none of your business," the priest snapped quickly. " You shall capture them both and Korin's brother is to be brought directly to me. I shall deal with him."

" Hai," Shuten nodded and then bowed once more. " But what is the duty for the third party?"

" The boy does not have his yoroi," Arago replied. " He has not fully bonded to it, allowing me to know where both are because of their broken chain of energy. One of you must bring me that armor!"

" Which of us do you believe would be best for this mission?" Kayura finally spoke. She was normally quiet when in the presence of Arago for that was as Naaza had instructed her. He knew that she had a foul temper when angered or irritated and might say something to anger their 'Lord' without realizing it or just not truly caring whether or not she did so.

" You have not gone out in a very long time Kayura," Badamon assessed. " You and Gen Masho may go and retrieve the boys. Yami shall go get the yoroi seeing as his own will be like a location device for its opposition."

" As you wish," all five bowed at the same time, feeling sick to their stomachs for playing this game. Without another word, they all transported themselves from the room. Badamon's eyes remaining trained on the former position of one of them.

Comfort Room

Five figures appeared in the room at the same time. " I hate this," Kayura growled under her breath as she sat down on one of the many cushioned futons in the room they stood in. It was a creation of her 'brothers' so they could relax. It was vibrant thanks to the artistic workings of one Gen Masho. He had formed the room from an illusion and used help from Naaza's venom-like potions to seal the walls with magic so no other could enter, save them, without permission. Also the magic allowed them to speak freely without worrying about eavesdroppers.

" Everything shall be fine Kay," Naaza told her as he ran his hand through her hair. She pulled away a moment later so that she could pull it up into a ponytail with a red band.

" But what of those boys?" she asked with a hint of sadness in her voice. " Do we truly have to harm them Na-kun? We don't want to even follow him in the first place!"

" We have no choice right now," Rajura explained to her as he done many times before. " At least while here we can help the boy when his yoroi comes. His powers will become uncontrollable for him at that time even though he's had them for most his life."

" But they're just children," she pointed out. " I believe the brother has a lover. Will he not worry for them both?"

" We must," Anubis agreed with Rajura. " We shall protect them while they're here. I do not trust the look in that wretched ghoul's eyes. He's up to something and I don't like it."

" You three will just have to go through with the mission," Shuten stated, making the final decision so as no one could dispute it. " It will not belong for we show ourselves to all of the Elementals so he will be under safeguard here. It is our duty to watch over them, is it not?"

" All right," she put her hands in the air in defeat. " We shall continue, but if something does happen to them I will blame you."

" I never knew my little one to act so motherly about anyone," Naaza smirked, " but you shall be there. You can keep an eye on them if you wish."

" Why have you become so protective all of a sudden?" Anubis questioned. " I didn't think those two were your type."

" Nani?!" the dark-haired woman looked surprised. " They are far too young for me and the one is already taken!" She then looked down for a moment. " But I caught Arago watching his mirror. I saw their lives 'Nubie-kun. They're only children as it is. You don't know what they've gone through. They were raised by a madman that makes our 'Emperor' seem like an innocent babe!"

" You know we're not supposed to be near the throne room unless called," Shuten warned. " You would have been sent to the pits if he had caught you. I thought you had grown out of your childish days."

" I was looking for him and thought you were in counsel with him when I looked in," she motioned to Anubis and frowned, not liking being chastised. She then stood. " Let's not get into this. We better go."

Rajura stared at her for a moment, not liking how quickly she changed the subject. Whatever she saw in the mirror must have disturbed her greatly, he realized. Kayura only tried to banish the bad memories. She could still see the images from the mirror in her mind even then.

~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~

She was walking quietly down the hall so as to not disturb her 'master'. Kayura knew Arago would punish her for being near the throne room, but she wanted to speak to her brother, Anubis. She wanted to know something about the Nigenkai again. Of course she was centuries old like her brothers, but she had been only a child when she had come to the Youjakai and didn't remember anything about her true home world. Since Yami had been the last one to the world she wanted to know if anything had changed since he last described it to her.

That's when she stopped at the doors to the throne room and put her ear to it. She didn't hear Arago speaking to anyone so she believed that her brother was not there and was about to leave when she heard a cry come from within the room. It surprised her because the shout sounded like that of a child. Slowly and silently, she pushed open one of the large doors and peeked inside. To her shock she found Arago, but in solid form not just an apparition-like floating head.

The demon she called 'master' was sitting on his throne that she knew could easily be moved just by him thinking it. At that time it was turned to face the mirror that was on the other wall of the room. To her dismay she could only see the side of his face. But that was when she heard the yell again.

" Nii-chan!" Turning her eyes towards the wall she could see a person in the mirror. It was a small boy with blonde hair falling over his right eye. She could recognize him as a younger version of the boy she had been shown only a week or so before. But unlike the cold indifferent expression of the older version, the young child image had a look of complete fear in his eyes. He picture flickered and she could tell that his hands were bound together behind his back.

The poor child, who would do this? She wondered to herself. The picture changed again and she saw a brunette boy that was only a year or so older than the blonde. That's his 'Nii-chan'! The boy's hands were bound the same way as his brother and his legs were chained as well. He was beating beaten by four older men repeatedly.

" Leave him alone!" the blonde yelled, but then one of the men backed away from the senseless abuse of the brunette and stepped towards the blonde with a secretive smirk on his face. The boy's eye widened in horror and he pushed himself farther into the corner he was trapped in. Something about the man scared him. He had dark reddish black hair and sadistic hazel eyes that were filled with something she didn't want to comprehend.

" Well little psychic, guess you want to get started early," he purred. The picture changed again and Kayura watched as the other three men were trying to rip the clothes off the bound brunette's body. He was still fighting them, fear evident in his eyes. But his eyes were trained on the two in the corner, the man that was stalking his younger brother.

" Get away from him!" he shouted. "Don't you dare-!" His words were cut off by the scream of pain that was ripped from his throat even more viciously that his clothes were from his body. What ha-! Kayura's eyes widened in horror and disgust when she saw what was happening. One of the guards was taking the brunette savagely.

" Nii-chan can't save you now," the one guard whispered to the blonde as he kneeled down right next to him, his mouth next to the child's ear.

" Stop hurting him," the blonde pleaded. Pain was obvious on his features but Kayura wondered if it was coming from something else as well. He lowered his head and tears were falling from his eyes and the cries from his brother quieted, but the atrocity didn't cease as he couldn't do anything to stop it. The reddish-haired man's eyes glinted before he grabbed the blonde by the hair and threw him face first into the wall. He pressed up behind him and chuckled into his ear.

" You better get used to this cause it'll keep happening 'til I deem that your training in this area in complete," he whispered as the blonde let out a loud scream from penetration. Kayura was trying to move, trying to do something, anything, but she couldn't move. Her body had frozen, trapping her with a free show of what was happening to the two small children whom looked no older than seven and eight. She wanted to scream, to run in there and smash the mirror with her bare fist and then beat Arago to a pulp for even watching it himself. She couldn't believe that anyone, demon or human, would view such things.

But Arago was watching it and seemed to be enjoying the show if he was willing to take on a solid form to watch it. Monsters, all of them! her mind shouted. The images changed and more different pictures flickered on the mirror's surface. She watched both of the boys as they aged, their torture and despair continuing until the brunette departed for a war in the stars. The blonde was left alone, his humanity disappearing and what was left of his brother's driving him to a suicidal edge.

Suddenly, she felt control finally come back to her and quickly shut the door back as it was, not making a sound to alert the perverted creature inside. Gods, that's horrible! She hated everything and anything at that moment, not able to express her disgust over the injustice the two children were forced to endure. She vowed then that something had to be done to protect them and she wouldn't allow them to be used as they were in the past. They'd had enough pain in their lives already.

~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~

" Kayura!" She shook her head immediately and stared into concerned green eyes. Shuten was staring at her as if something was terribly wrong. " What is wrong with you?"

" Just started thinking about something," she brushed him off.

" You looked like you were in a trance," he observed.

" You worry as much as Rajura," she told him. " We have to go." She knew that her brother's wouldn't buy her excuse, but they would leave her be just because of the tone she used.

" Hai, let us depart," Anubis agreed. The three backed away from the other two. Naaza seemed somewhat disappointed that he was being left behind.

" Do not fret Na-kun," Shuten smiled and ran his hand up and down the older boy's arms with a mischievous look in his eyes. " I bet we'll find something to keep us occupied while they're away. They'll be the ones missing out."

The swordsman stared at his brother for a moment before turning to the others. " Goodbye," he smirked. " We'll be waiting."

" Just don't get carried away you two," Rajura warned, knowing they could be very 'active' when they wanted to be. " Arago will probably be checking up on you two while we're gone."

" Try not to kill any of the Nigen," Shuten warned mainly Anubis, who truly wasn't one to care if a human was accidentally killed during his missions.

" We won't," the blue-haired boy bowed before all three of them disappeared, teleporting themselves to the gate to the Nigenkai.

" Something's going to happen," Naaza stated out of nowhere.

" I know," Shuten sighed before shrugging. " But it might just be for the best."

A/N: There all fixed!

JC: Please for give us for the terrible way this had been before. We will definitely try to prevent that from ever happening again.

Kathrine: Now if you haven't done so yet, please review!