Kurogane in the midst of his boredom sat quietly polishing his sword, Sohi. Pausing, Kurogane slowly scanned his sword for any imperfection that may have been missed. After a few minutes had passed, Kurogane put his sword away into its protective sheath. Its smoothness made Kurogane run his fingers on the long shaft. The warrior stared softly at the sword that he used to protect the people he cared about. It took him only a couple of minutes to remember that the others had been out for a while, about since noon. Changing his attention, his eyes moved to the window. The window had been closed an hour ago because he, as a person, would rather be warm than cold. But now, Kurogane trudged to the window for a different reason. As he approached the window his hand reached out, grasping the rough material used as the curtains in most of the rooms in the rundown mansion. Kurogane slid the cloth that attached to a metal pole above the window. As it moved aside, Kurogane blinked at the darkness that only appeared. At most he expected the sun to be still above the lake that lay inside a crater of some sort by the mansion, but instead there was nothing but darkness. Where the hell are they? It was around July so it's not like the sun wasn't up as long, but seriously, where are they?

Some what glaring out the window, Kurogane started to get an eerie feeling. His eyes suddenly widened as the dream of last night came into his mind. The dream that Fai, with his normally clean glossy hair wasn't in its normal bouncy stature and instead seemed tossled, and his smooth skin that normally rubbed against his cheek that often irritated him was scratched and swollen, his lips that spouted all those crazy names were bleeding a strawberry red. The tears that left clean streaks through the dirt that was left on his face, Kurogane was startled at that different side of Fai. The only side of Fai he saw was a smiling and joking expression that he always had pasted to his face. Kurogane frowned to be in attempt to cover his stress that something might have actually happened to Fai and the others. With the blade in his hand, Kurogane ran out of the mansion. Down the pathetically made dirt road, into the gloomy forest, the crows that cawed only added to the feeling that something he was going to regret was about to happen. Kurogane's sprint slowed to a clumsy walk from his sudden franticness to find the others. He would have been calmer if he didn't have that heart jerking dream.

The large mans breathing was loud and the cold fogged up the warm air he exhaled, almost sticking in his mouth a feeling of being suffocated. Because of how dark it was it was hard to see. Walking silently his foot bumped something. His eyes changed into a panicked dart and he quickly bent down to examine what he kicked. His hands hesitated in feeling the rocks, he imagined the worst. He didn't know what he would do if it turned out to be one of the others. What if it was Syaoran, or Sakura? It could be Mokona. It could be Fai. What if—

Kurogane's hand came in contact with something. Startled, he jerked his hand away. In a few seconds Kurogane had regained his composure. Once again he reached out and touched the specimen. He almost sighed in relief to find that it was only a loaf of bread, only a few seconds later did he find out that he was surrounded by a bag with flour scattered beside him, bruised and squashed apples only lay two feet away, their golden skin darkened. The alcohol that Fai drank so freely was spilled on the dirt; Kurogane could smell its strong scent even though he was a couple meters away. The groceries that they had gone to get were scattered around, something was wrong, where were they?

His eyes searched, and then halted. A scent that wasn't alcohol was in the freezing air… blood? A fight had definitely happened here, a few weapons left on the ground but Kurogane couldn't move. Staring at the weapons, his eyes widened more as time went by. The blades that had been abandoned were without a doubt covered with blood. Beside the blade strands of golden hair lay scattered around it.