AN: Yay, I finally motivated myself to make chapter 2! I was trying to think of where to take this, and I decided I didn't want to make it sound too much like another fic on here (although I absolutely adore it), or too close to the original manga, so I had to shake things up a bit. But that makes a better fic, right?

Anyway, I never was that fond of Shinrei (as you can see from the other fic I'm writing with Evilsockkofghana) so I'm making him a bad guy here :D Not like he wasn't before, but that's not the point. Enjoy!

Also… I don't own SDK. So there.

Yuya sat in class, listening to the chattering of the students around her. There was a substitute today, and who behaved when the teacher wasn't there? The sub was trying in vain to teach the class, and Yuya made an honest effort to pay attention, but between the unruly class and her worries, she just couldn't make sense of the notes she was trying to take.

Finally, the bell rang, and in an explosion of chairs being shoved back, backpacks being thrown on, mp3 and CD players being turned on full blast, and loud talking, her classmates tried to fight each other out the door. She left last, as always, carefully pushing her chair back in place and picking up her bag. She silently walked out the door, half-hearing the sub's grumbling about kids these days. Down the hall and down the stairs, she found herself in the courtyard of her high school. Out the front gate, her bike was chained to the bike rack, along with a slew of other bikes. The buses were lined up in front of the bike rack, kids piling inside. She wove her way between the buses to get to her bike, sighing heavily as she set her back down. Her depression was getting to her.

She was just riding out of the parking lot when she saw a figure leaned up against the wall that separated the school parking lot from the apartments next to it. He appeared to be waiting for someone, and a black car was parked nearby. She frowned, having never seen him before, and being slightly suspicious. She pedaled herself onto the sidewalk and determined that she would just ignore him when she rode by. Something about him wasn't sitting well with her. She was riding closer to where he was standing, and she eyed him from the corner of her eye.

He had very light hair covered by a hat. It looked blue. She shrugged that part off. Who didn't have oddly colored hair these days? His hair was pulled into a ponytail behind him. That wasn't too odd either. She looked straight again as she was about to pass him when a voice told her to stop. She looked over, bewildered, at the man on the wall. He was looking straight at her, and light eyes peered out at her from under the rim of the hat.

She attempted to get away. Suddenly, there was someone in front of her. The man had somehow appeared in front of her bike! She braked hard, falling over in the process. She struggled to get up and run away, but she hardly had a chance to stand before a hand was covering her mouth and an arm was tightly around her neck. She screamed into the hand but she knew no one could hear her. She fought desperately to get free as he dragged her to the car to no avail. She was forced into the backseat and locked in. The light-haired man got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and started backing out into the parking lot. It was a wonder she didn't notice sooner that she wasn't alone in the backseat. She felt a sharp pain, and as her vision blurred, she could see the faint outline of the person in the seat next to her, holding a syringe. She passed out.

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Kyoshiro glared at the person standing before him. "You did what!?"

The person, a woman, shrugged. "You didn't finish the job you were given so Shinrei was sent out." The woman behind her nodded. "And you shouldn't get so angry… It's bad for your heart!" they said together.

Kyoshiro gritted his teeth. So they really were going to kill the girl. He thought of the girl, her frightened face as she ran away. They refused to tell him the details of why the girl needed to die, but rumor had it that they were taking no chances. But why? She was just a girl…

The woman perkily shrugged again. "They know what they're doing. We can't have her interfering with the master plan."

He glared darkly at her. "I know, I know. The Mibu need to control the world. So they keep saying. But how does the girl have anything to do with this?"

In unison, the two women replied, "That's classified. How should we know?"

He slammed his fist into the wall. For some reason, he didn't want the girl to die. Something deep within the depths of his mind resisted this fiercely. Once again, he found himself wondering, why?

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She fought to open her eyes. Her eyelids felt like they had been cemented shut. What had happened? She managed to open her eyes slightly, but immediately shut them again against the light. She was slowly starting to remember the events before… A blue haired man, a car, someone with a syringe. She knew now. She had been drugged! She tried again to open her eyes, bracing herself for the harsh light. Her eyes gradually adjusted to the brightness of the room she was in. The walls were stark white, with nothing on them. The floor was white linoleum, and spotless. She was lying in a bed of white sheets. Florescent lights overhead made the room practically glow. Where was she? She lifted her hand. It felt so heavy… She glanced down at it and gasped. There was an IV in her arm, dripping some substance into her veins. A second glance around the room showed machinery everywhere. It reminded her of a hospital room.

"You're awake now!" A chirpy voice greeted her ears. Startled, she whipped around to see a busty woman in a pink nurse's uniform seated on the edge of the bed.

"Where did you come from?" Yuya managed to croak.

The woman laughed in response. "My name is Saishi. This," she motioned to another woman Yuya had missed, "is Saisei. We'll be taking care of you!"

Yuya tried to make sense of this. "Taking… care of me?" What had happened? Had she hallucinated all she thought she remembered about the man and the car, and the kidnapping? She knew some medications caused hallucinations like that.

The woman called Saishi grinned widely. "You were in quite a nasty accident! You were riding your bike home and you got hit by a car."

Yuya closed her eyes. That must be it. She was in the hospital because she had been hit by a car. She hadn't been abducted… That was ridiculous. She opened her eyes again to see the smiling face of the nurse leaning over her.

"We're going to give you some painkillers now. You'll go right to sleep for a while."

Yuya frowned. "I'm not in any-" She wasn't in any pain. If she had truly been in an accident, shouldn't she be in unbelievable pain? She looked down at her arm. There was a bandage on her upper arm where she thought she had been drugged. Eyes wide, she looked back over at Saishi. Saishi had a long needle in her hand, and was wiping off Yuya's arm with an alcohol swab.

"This won't hurt a bit," she cooed. Yuya yanked her arm back, but Saishi's grip was amazingly strong. Her fingers dug into Yuya's arm, and it hurt. Her grin was malicious, Yuya thought. She struggled to get free unsuccessfully. Saisei held her down, and Saishi gave Yuya the injection. It was indeed painful, but she hardly had time to register the pain before she started getting horridly drowsy. She tried to fight off the sleep, but it was for naught. Saishi and Saisei leaned over her as she lost consciousness, both chirping, "Have a nice nap!"

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Kyo was rudely awakened when the woman in the seat next to him jabbed him in the ribs. "What the hell woman!" he growled, opening his eyes. He saw a young woman who was rather pretty, scowling at him with obvious disdain.

"I don't mind if you nap, but keep your hands to yourself!"

He glared menacingly. "You should be grateful you had he chance to be groped by someone like me!"

Her eyes caught his. Her look of contempt quickly turned into a look of shock. "Y-your eyes! Are you a demon?"

He smirked. "Keep it to yourself." He grinned, sowing unusually sharp canines. The woman shrank back into her seat, and he settled back into a comfortable slump. They would be landing within the hour, and he was tired. Somehow, he had he feeling that he would need as much energy as he could manage.

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Elsewhere in the world, another young man found himself on a plane headed across the ocean. He was in a private jet, funded by his father. He was a rather spoiled youth, being the sun of a very wealthy business CEO in Germany. He preferred not to think of where the money funding his trip had come from. He didn't want to associate with his father. He vowed that he would never become like his father and use people the way he did. Nonetheless, it was because of his father that he could afford such a vacation.

He adjusted his bandana over his closely cropped hair and stared out the window at the ocean. He had an odd feeling in his stomach, and he couldn't make it go away. He was feeling like he was about to walk into something beyond his control.

He laughed. "I've been watching too many movies."

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Kyo stretched out his legs before standing up. The woman in the seat next to him scurried away before him, and not surprisingly, got off the plane before him. Kyo wandered into the airport to claim his only bit of luggage, Tenro. Again, he wondered by no one made any move to do anything about the five-foot sword he was carrying around.

Whenever he picked up the sword, strange images flooded his brain again, the most prominent one being a blond girl in traditional dress with piercing green eyes that reflected her determination. He saw her in every scene. He felt something whenever he noticed her. Just what the heck was going on?

He made his way out into the bright afternoon sun. It was late afternoon here. He lost control of his actions again. He walked the short distance to the nearest car rental place, and before he knew it, he was driving on an unfamiliar road. He had no idea where he was going, but he kept driving, entering the freeway, taking certain exits, turning onto different sections of the freeway. In the back of his mind, he saw the girl's face, and he knew this had something to do with her. A knot was forming in his stomach. Somehow, he knew she was in trouble. His logical mind struggled with all this still.

Finally off the freeway and stopped at a light, he remembered more pieces of what he was starting to think of as a past life, or something to that effect. Of all the images he was seeing, the blond girl dominated them.

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Nearby, the blond girl was dreaming in her drug-induced sleep. She saw her brother at first, dressed in some costume she had never seen him in before. She saw herself at some sort of festival with him, a young her. They were now in a secluded section of the neighborhood, and a silhouette blocked their path. Her brother pushed her back, telling her to run. She cried, "Bother! Brother!" in an unfamiliar language. The silhouette rushed at Nozomu, sword in hand. Blood splattered on her face. Her brother was dead. The killer ran at her now, leaving a long gash in her abdomen. She fell to the ground. Ignoring the blinding pain, she glared up at the man. He pulled the scarf down from his face, releasing long black hair pulled up in a ponytail. His eyes were a beautiful blue. She knew this face… he was the man who shot her brother! He started to say something, but the scene blacked out and she found herself, a few years older, facing the same man. He was grinning and joking with her, and she felt affection for him. Inside, she was screaming. How could she be feeling friendly thoughts towards the killer of her beloved brother? Those eyes burned into her mind. They were such sad eyes… so sad….

The smiling face before her changed. The eyes narrowed and turned blood red. The kind smile twisted into a fang-baring smirk, and the man who now appeared before her looked down on her in such a way that she immediately felt infuriated. She just knew he was insulting her. The scene changed, and she found herself watching this new man fighting various opponents, one after the other. Some looked so familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen them. She felt a growing trust in this man. She felt that he had never let her down or broken a promise to her. Now he was fighting the blue-haired man from before. Now she was catching him as he fell to the ground, noticing he was flushed with fever. She supported him as he walked onward. This man… Who was he?

She was regaining consciousness. The image of the man with the mesmerizing red eyes was burned into her mind.

She opened her eyes to see Sasishi and Saisei again. They were looking less cheerful now, and informed her in a grave tone that "he" had heard about her capture, and someone had been sent to deal with her. She shivered… She didn't like the sounds of that.

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Kyo found himself pulling into the parking lot of a medical office. He got out of the car, Tenro in hand, still bewildered why people were conspicuously becoming robotic and not noticing him. He went up a flight of stairs and walked down rows of black-tinted glass doors, passing each room number. Suddenly, he stopped in front of a door marked 221. He walked in, noticing how each person in the waiting room immediately looked past him with slightly glazed eyes. He was quite unnerved by this now.

He walked up to the receptionist. "Who are you here to see?" she asked mechanically. He felt his lips moving against his free will, and heard his voice.

"I'm here to see Muramasa."

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Well, there it is! Chapter 2! Was it that bad? I modeled the school after my old high school. Evilsockofghana might recognize it ;) I kind of have an idea of where this is headed now. I get ideas for it, little by little, until I get the next chapter worked out in my head. Well, I hope you enjoyed it.

Also... I have no idea why I made Tora from Germany. I really don't XD

Thanks to everyone who reviewed! It means a lot to me ;)