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Welcome to a new story. It's only a prologue though, so just a bit short.

Don't let it prevent you from enjoying. Go on!

Prologue:

A mournful melody greeted the dawn sun over Shinshu Fields, weaving it's way through every nook and cranny, every branch and root, every creek and riverbed. The birds, who had been warming their voices up for the morning chorus, all paused to listed in awed respect. The music brought to mind the moon and a great amount of loneliness. Soul crushing loneliness tinged with a small flicker of hope. And the melody continued to flow across the fields. Until of course, it was interrupted by a very frantic priest.

"Master Ushiwaka! Master Ushiwaka!" the priest screamed, startlingly resembling a headless chicken.

On top of the shrine that the priest had just ran out of, the figure of a man opened one eye, the notes of the melody echoing away as the man pulled the flute away from his lips, looking at the priest disinterestedly.

"Ah. Mika. To what do I owe the pleasure of your problemes?"

The priest, Mika, who had been gasping for air, looked up at the man in confusion, before clearing his throat.

"T-The bell you gave me Master! I-It's ringing!"

The man frowned, tapping his flute across his arm, before jumping off the shrine roof and floating to the ground.

"Truly?" Ushiwaka asked.

Mika nodded furiously.

"Y-Yes Master!"

"Hmm..." a glint appeared in Ushiwaka's eyes, "Tres interesant!"

Ushiwaka strode into the shrine as if he owned it. Which he did, but Ushiwaka didn't care much either way. As soon as he did, Ushiwaka became aware of the muffled tinkling of a bell. Ushiwaka walked to the shrine's alcoves, gingerly removing a small mahogany box and unclasping it. Immediately, a small bell flew out of the box, hovering in the air and furiously ringing. Ushiwaka immediately grabbed the bell, crushing it in his fist and staring at it as it tried to struggle out of his grasp.

"Hmm...Rouge," Ushiwaka mused, looking at the bell's glow.

'Que pouvait vouloir la reine avec moi?'

So intent were his thoughts that Ushiwaka didn't notice Mika's incessant squeaking until the priest poked him. The priest immediately jumped back as Ushiwaka whirled around, a hand on the hilt of his blade, his blue eyes as hard as steel. Mika gulped, and Ushiwaka sighed.

"Ah, Mika. Qu'est-ce que?"

Mika blinked in confusion, before finding his words.

"That bell means you're going to the Capital, doesn't it Master?"

Ushiwaka looked at the ringing bell again, before stuffing it in the box and grabbing a knapsack from the wall.

"Indeed it does Mika."

"B-But Master! The Kamiki Festival is soon upon us! You know the demons always get rowdy around this time of year!"

Ushiwaka blinked, turning to Mika curiously.

"Do they?"

"Yes!"

"Ah. Je ne sais pas. Non probleme."

Ushiwaka secured the knapsack on his back, before making his way to the door.

"Master!"

Ushiwaka stifled a groan, before turning around to see the priest staring at him in fear. Ushiwaka gave a sigh.

"Mika. Have you not trained to be a priest?"

Mika started.

"Oh, yes Master!"

"Then you have no need to worry. You will do a good job."

And with that, Ushiwaka left before the priest could say anything. And Shinshu fields was silence once more. At least until the birds started to trill, finally getting their morning jobs done.

"Greetings and beinvuinue! Waka, the Gods gift to man, has arrived!"

All this got him were twelve spears pointed towards his throat. The smile slid of his face, and he just stared at the guards surrounding him with half lidded eyes. Did Himiko really think that these guards could be a match for anyone?

"Ah. Gentlemen. Salut."

The guards just growled as one, before inching their spears closer to his face. He slowly took out Pillow Talk and placed a hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Fine, if you insist to do it the hard way-"

"Ushiwaka-san!"

He blinked in surprise, and the guards cleared a path for a young lady. The young lady ran up to him, breathing heavily before standing up straight.

"Ushiwaka-san," the girl, clearly one of Himiko's bonne de chambres,"You're presence is being requested by Himiko-hime" she said breathlessly.

He nodded, letting go of his weapons.

"I am aware," he said curtly, before walking away from the guards, the handmaiden quickly following. As they walked to the throne room, he glanced at the girl. The girl seemed to notice this, and let out a slight squeak, blushing.

"A-Ah, Ushiwaka-san?"

"You're name is Aiko, isn't it?"

The girl nodded furiously, face red, and he smiled.

"Ah. I thought so," he said, pleased. The rest of the trip was spent in silence.

"Ah, Waka. Please, sit down."

He did as the young queen asked, sitting down at the small table that Himiko had set tea at. There were no servants bustling about, as Himiko liked it silent, so she poured the tea herself. He took the beverage, sipping it tentatively, and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

"Ah. Cherry. You always know what I like, Himiko."

He was sure that if anyone else were here, they would be scandalized by his carefree nature with Nippon's queen. Himiko just laughed.

"I'd hope so Waka. I have known you since I was young, after all."

He grinned.

"Hmm, and such a mignon petit paquet d'energie you were."

Himiko gave a mock frown, though he could see the smile she was suppressing, before quickly schooling her features into seriousness.

"Ushiwaka..." he raised an eyebrow. Full name?

"...I have been receiving signs. Ill omens of the near future."

He nodded, staring at her. Himiko put her cup of tea down, before lifting her arms up. Immediately, her Crystal Ball materialized in mid air. His eyes followed the ball...and rolled into the back of his head.

'A vision..."

Eight heads silhouetted against a red moon. Demons roamed everywhere, ransacking and pillaging. In the center of the eight heads stood a woman, trapped by her prison, fog trailing of her and billowing across the land. And the lands-People violently started to turn into dark creatures, rampaging around as the skies continued to darken. The eight heads roared in triumph, a swarm of black butterflies flying into the sky as a large orb fell from the heavens, gazing into the souls of everyone present. Then lightning tore the sky asunder, clearing the fog of lies. The eight heads roared in outrage, as a figure boldly standing in front of it. This figure was joined by seven others, each baring their arms against the evil of the dragon. The land erupted in strife. And finally the heroes won, the dragon dead at their feet. The leader, lightning arcing over his jacket, walked slowly towards the woman, now free. And they both gave loving smiles. And the moon unfurled as a dangerous flower, wrapping claws around the woman and violently ripping her away from the man. The woman and man cried out, reaching for the other, and darkness, such a darkness not know by any of either land, engulfed everything. A lone wolf howled. And the Sun Rose.

"Waka! Waka!"

He blearily opened his eyes to see Himiko staring at him in concern. He sat up immediately, realizing belatedly that Himiko had placed his head in her lap.

"How long was I out?"

Himiko bit the bottom of her lip.

"...At least half an hour."

He grimaced, before standing up.

"Waka-?"

"Evil rises to take it's place, and now the human race is at stake. Not only one, but two worlds threatened, the imaginations of the Dark Lord loom. Ruin lies at the wings of lies, and the truth is hidden in a blanket of fog. But never fear, for a hero will rise. Aided by the hot sun herself."

He closed his mouth with a slight grin. Perhaps not up to his usual standards, but he was proud nonetheless. Himiko was silent for a moment.

"Waka?" she asked seriously, "Is what you say true? Does the Dark Lord finally rise?"

He nodded, and Himiko wringed her hands worriedly.

"When?".

He blinked, before tapping his chin contemplatively.

"Oh, I'd say...Right about right now."

The woman observed all above her from a throne of bones. In one hand, she held a sparkling ball that glanced at its surroundings furiously. In the other hand, she held an old bamboo comb to her breast, a wistful expression on her face. She gave a heavenly sigh, before kissing the small orb, which dissipated into fog. She held bother her hands to her chest, clasping the comb and closing her eyes. And the sky shattered as a blood red moon shone. Instantly, the woman stood from her throne, her expression troubled as she stared up at the sky. And malevolent fingers reached for her, crushing her in their grasp before she could act. The woman gave a silent cry of pain, and the claws continued to squeeze her. The woman turned towards him, the ghost of smile on her face even though the claw continued to crush her, staining her white kimono red.

"Save...Me..." she mouthed, before dissolving into fog as a curtain of darkness fell...

"Mr. Seta!"

He jumped up, looking around wildly, before his eyes landed on his teacher.

"Mr. Seta, do I have to tell you not to sleep in class?"

"...Perhaps?"

The teacher sighed as people giggled.

"Do you at least have an excuse?"

"Yes."

"..."

"..."

"...And, Mr. Seta?"

"I'm still thinking of one."

"You slept in class?" Yu asked him incredulously, tearing his attention away from his Rubik's cube.

He stopped stirring the curry, adjusting his apron and looking at his little brother, smiling.

"What? Is it really that weird?"

Yu rolled his eyes, and he was reminded of the fact that his brother had officially just become a teenager.

"Well, yes. You never sleep, you insomniac."

"It's a gift," he agreed.

Yu only let out a 'tch', going back to his puzzle.

"Funny," he mused to myself aloud, "I had such a weird dream too..."

"What was it?"

"The only thing I can remember was this beautiful girl."

This time Yu dropped the cube, staring at him incredulously. He gave his brother a bland look.

"What?"

"You? Dreaming of a girl? Not possible."

He pouted. "Why not? I'm not aromantic, you know."

"No, but you've pretty much said no to every girl who asked you out."

He nodded, tasting the curry. Hmm, needed more chili...

"I'm just waiting for the right one."

He ignored Yu's snort, going back to the odd dream.

"The girl looked so lonely too...She asked me to save her."

"Oh god, Souji's finally paying attention to a girl, and she's not even real."

He narrowed his eyes, turning the stove to simmer and walking towards his brother, who continued his melodramatics. Until Yu saw him of course.

"Souji? You better not-"

"Tickle attack!"

"Gah! G-Get off me l-loser!"

"Never!"

He blinked, looking at the barrier Himiko had created around them, blocking out all the evil that had poured out across the land at once. Himiko herself strained against the weight of the malevolence, lifting her arms against an invisible force.

"Waka! S-Such evil! What do we do!?"

He tipped his headdress downwards, smirking.

"Care to explain why you look so unconcerned?" Himiko said, annoyed.

He laughed, looking the young Queen in the eyes.

"It's only after the darkness shrouds the world does the Sun rise."

He looked at the evil writhing outside, a genuine grin shining on his face.

"Ma Cherie...Welcome back."

A Prologue. Self explanatory. Moving on...Though hopefully you enjoyed it.

What will happen to Souji Seta and Yu Seta next? Tune in next time.