Demons, Snow And Kunai

A mix of the original and my version of the past. History up until the moment.

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Whatever it was, it was fast, and vicious too, among them one minute, out of their reach the next, and even though it seemed to be inflicting only minor wounds or damage they had no doubt if one of them even twitched the wrong way, like maybe towards the 'bed', their throat would be slit in a matter of seconds.



Even with all their team experience the shape was to much for them, they couldn't figure out its moves or actions, there seemed to be no predictability to it, each move different than the one before or the next.



"Definitely intelligent," the black haired grunted as he blocked an attack, "so demon or human."



"How can you tell?" the first asked, moving aside to avoid a blow.



"An animal uses the same attacks over and over again. This guy is using different attacks, he's mixing things up, using different attacks on different people, finding what works and using that. That denotes intelligence, reasoning, even some genius. No animal but man can do that."                   



As if to prove it the figure threw one of them into a stone wall, hard, and before they could move the unconscious other was held in front of it, something sharp and metal pressed to the throat.



And the growls became words, understandable words, but one's just the same. "Away, move away."



They froze, shocked, only to have the blade, and it was a blade, press closer the fragile skin and hiss "I said AWAY!"



"Easy" they slowly backed away from the shape, a set of red eyes fiercely following them "we didn't come to fight or hurt anyone, just find out why the villagers are  being hurt out here."



"Villagers!" the shape snarled hatefully. "Superstitious, paranoid bastards! If I had my way all those fuckers would be dead by now! I hate them! It's their fault my mate is in this state! He would have been helped and healed by now if not for their hateful attitudes! My mate could die because they cast us away and refused medical help! This is as far as we could safely come in his condition, do you THINK we like living in a cave! If it wasn't for sensai sneaking into town in disguise and hunting for us, we would have NOTHING! If I had my way I would have killed every one of them and burned the entire place to the ground! The only reason I don't or didn't is I don't want to disappoint sensai after all he's done for us. And if I did I would hurt my mates feelings! I've done enough to him as it is to upset him now and again!"



"Why? You would kill an entire Village for rejecting you, you and some....demon you want to protect?" Before they could tell the other that that was a bad idea to say out loud, There was a furious snarl and a flash of black and red.



Next thing they knew the speaker was sliding down the stone wall unconscious and the figure was back in his position again as if nothing had just happened.



They hadn't even seen him move.



"You are just as bad as these damned villagers and the ones we came from! They all judged my mate by what  he held inside him, not who he truly is! He has an truly beautiful soul! He's sweet and kind and loving and with an smile that can light up any darkness! When you meet him you feel as if everything will be alright. As if any darkness in the world doesn't stand a chance against the light of the sun! He lit up MY darkness! All he wanted was to protect and help those idiots and instead they abuse him, they treat him as a creature, a thing to be feared and hated! I betrayed the fools, I left to join their enemy against them, and I get welcomed back as a favorite son while HE does so much for those fools to be treated like shit!"



Trying to calm everyone down and distract the figure the leader said gently "tell us what happened. Help us understand."



The figure hesitated a few tense seconds but then finally drew in an deep breath and started "twenty years ago there was a great battle in our birth village. The nine-tailed fox demon, most powerful of all the tailed demons, attacked our village, killing and destroying indiscriminately for no apparent reason.



Hundreds were killed, slaughtered, the battles violent ard bloody and long and went on and on with no sign of an end until finally HE came."



"Him who?"



"His name was Minato, also known as the yellow flash, the leader of our Village and he was loved by all the people and respected by others. Sacrificing his own life to save his people he destroyed the demon foxes body and trapped its soul inside the body of an newborn baby, for only the form of an newborn could adapt as it grew to contain such power and savagery, ever benefit from it.                 

                

The great leader had one last wish before he died "treat my son as the hero he is" he told witnesses "for it's the sacrifice of his life as well."



However the minute they got the child back to the village the council-those cursed 'civilized’ men and women wanted to kill him. Despite their leaders wishes they wanted to kill him, thinking they kill the child was killing the demon. They didn’t see the child containing the demon, but the demon made human.



However both the leaders last wish and the timely appearance of the previous retired leader stopped this. However even though they couldn’t kill him, doesn’t mean they couldn’t victimize him, couldn’t make his life a living hell. They threw him in an orphanage and until he was six they abused him there-then threw him out onto the streets, but he survived, he existed until he was old enough to go to the academy-that’s where we met.



I was so self-absorbed then, to me he was nothing but some loser who couldn’t even preform the simplest of tests, I wasn’t to know of course he couldn’t, not only did the demon inside screw with his abilities but that education we all valued had never been given to him.



I was so absorbed in myself, in my foolish quest for revenge I never saw the way the parents encouraged their children to abuse and mistreat him, all I knew was my own loneliness, my self-destructive desire to kill HIM.”



“Who?”



The figure hesitated a few long seconds before he sighed and answered “when I was seven my older brother slaughtered my entire clan. Every man, woman and child-except me.”



They were horrified.



“I found him standing over them, our parents, covered in blood and blood soaked weapons. He coldly told me they were standing in his way, that he didn’t need them anymore. He told me to hate him, that I would never be strong unless I hate, I would never be able to beat him unless I learned how too.



I decided I had to avenge my clan, avenge my parents, but my mate told me that hate wasn’t the way, I had to forgive. I refused to listen, I thought I knew it all. I was consumed by survivors guilt, anger, pain, loneliness and hate and the entire village fed that hate and need for revenge, I didn’t see that my mate was in just as much pain as me, yet despite this he tried to save me, more times then I could count, he tried to save me from myself.



When I left the village to join an enemy for power he continued to try and save me, over and over, even when I almost killed him.” He shuddered in remembered horror, grip on the unconscious other loosening.



"Then one day he came for me again, only this time things were different. He was darker, more vicious in battle, with a sense of barely leashed violent power to him I had never felt before in any living being. At first I was jealous, insanely so, he had the power I had covenanted so bad, the power I was so willing to sacrifice my body and soul for all this time.



But when he killed my 'teacher' so easily, beat some  sense into me and then dragged me back to the village, I feared him.



That was until I finally noticed what was going on right in front of me. How the abuse was twenty times worse than ever before and how he only accepted it stoically, taking everything they literally threw at him with a small smile and a shrug.



When I confronted him about it, he refused to talk about it, telling me how it was not the villagers fault and I would never understand it. I was pissed about it, that he'd just take it, accept abuse like that instead of fighting back, I did what I normally did to get him talking, I started a fight. For some reason his temper is the way to the truth with him, when he looses his temper he blurts out things without thinking about it, he isn't the type to hide anything inside, or so I thought until that day.



It was that day that I learnt I never really knew him like I thought I did, that I had been selfish and blind and even just like everyone else towards him. It was MY fault he was being abused now even more than before.



All this time he had been treated like shit and I, in my arrogance and self-absorbed world, had treated him the same. I thought I was all alone, no one could understand me because of what I had suffered but now I knew the truth. I had been the lucky one.



For six years I had had a family, love, kin. I had a brother who cared and watched over me, a kind and loving mother and even though it didn't seem it at the time, a father who was in some ways, proud of me. I had cousins to play with, uncles and aunts to help me learn and guide me, but HE had never had any of that, no love or gentle guidance, just hate and fear and abuse.



He could have become everything they said he was and it would not be his fault, he could have turned on those bastards and destroyed it all in revenge, I would have, but he didn't. Instead he decided to prove them wrong, to show them he wasn't the monster they said he was.



The only kindness and love he ever got before our team was from the leader when he was younger and one other during academy."



"Who?"



"Our teacher. His parents were two of those killed during the demons attack, yet he never blamed my mate. He never saw the monster inside him, he saw a young boy crying out for attention and love, just like he had been at that age. He treated my mate as he should been treated and when one of the other teachers tried to kill him, he risked his life to protect him, being seriously hurt in the process.



Some of the best of my earliest memories of my mate are of those two sitting at his favorite ramen  stand, the teacher smiling gently, indulgently as my mate loudly told him all the exaggerated stories of his adventures and his victories and great strengths in battle. He never believed a word of it of course, but just by listening he was giving my mate something no one else did, acceptance, acceptance of who he was. Really I think that simple teacher was my mates first real friend."



Even they saw the smile on the face and heard it in the voice. They were glad he had someone at least, no one should be alone and with their own demon vessel member they knew how judgmental some people could be against those who were different.



After all, each of them were different or changed in some way.



Only their own demon vessel had had a happy childhood-at least compared to this one. 



"When I learned of my mates abuse growing up, I was more than a little pissed off, but to learn why it was suddenly worse was the final straw to me."          



"What do you mean?"



"To gain the power and strength he needed to drag my sorry ass back he had made the ultimate self-sacrifice, had given up the one thing he had left all of his own, the one last wholly his own thing those bastards had failed to take from him and my selfish actions destroyed in one fel swoop. His soul."



Both concerned and horrified they asked what he meant by that.



"To gain the power to get me back he had to merge with the seal keeping the demon contained inside him. He then-in an epic battle that almost killed them both-overpowered the demon and absorbed him, merging its soul with his so as separate beings  they ceased to exist. All the demons savagery, skills, power, knowledge, experience, instincts, personality, all it became his.



Who he now was was more than he used to be more and less than the boy I used to know."



"They became one person didn't they." The female said "that's why the village was getting worse and he was letting them, by doing that be proved them  right, at least in their-and his eyes."



"Yes. When I realized what he had sacrificed for me, what he had given up just for someone as stained as me, I had a serious think about every single thing that had happened to me since we met, everything HE had done, everything I had done, everything we had been through together and all he had given for me and our team and how LITTLE I had done for or to him. 



I soon reached a decision. From then on I would live for him and him only, I would protect him with my life and dedicate my entire heart and soul to his happiness. I would wipe away his pain from those abusers with love, for every pain filled filled memory I would create an equal joyful one. For every strike and cut I would create pleasure, ecstasy and desire.



And I would take as long as it took to convince him to be my mate, as we should be, as we were always meant to be.



I didn't care about rebuilding our clan, if our family was so warped that it produces someone as sick as my brother or as easily corrupted as me, it had to end with us."



"What happened to your brother?" they asked as the figure slowly lowered their unconscious companion   to the ground, but entire body tense and still on high alert, weapon at the ready in case they moved again.   



"It took me two years to convince my mate the truth of my feelings for him, that I wasn't mocking him or just interested in power again. We had many fights in the beginning, about how he felt he was a monster that didn't disserve happiness, how I was supposed to rebuild my clan and I couldn't do that with him. How hundreds of women in the village would jump at such a chance and he couldn't and wouldn't deprive them of it.



And the entire time he spoke all I saw in his eyes was pain and I knew again he was thinking of everyone else but himself, and it just made me all the more determined to do what I planned for him.       



I decided to get him the old-fashioned way,  romance, our clan were famous for our stubbornness,  I would use that to win my mates heart and soul,  demon or not. As I got to know  him, truly know him, I discovered things no one else knew about him.



Things like he was really smart, and I mean genius like me, he just had always acted dumb because if he showed how smart he really was people would accuse 'the demon' of coming through, that it was a sign of it being in control. Like it couldn't be a sign of who his father was. How smart do you think the man who previously lead the village into prosperity and became one of the people's most beloved rulers   would be?"



This they understood.



“When I decided we would become mates I had only assumed we would be in body and mind but something happened when we first mated, my mate merged our souls. He gave me his power and made me part demon, while he was fox, I am wolf.



One day my mate failed to come back from a mission. I knew he wouldn’t stay away, from me or his human friends and through our connection I had this growing sense of foreboding. So I grabbed weapons and left, following the sense. What I found was the criminal origination my brother had joined had taken my mate. You see their leader was after all nine tailed creatures to try and further his own power and he had been after my mate since he was young and learned about the demon inside him. They wanted to take the demon from him, only now the demon was a part of my mate, it would force my mates soul from him, killing him.”



They were horrified.



“As the foreboding increased I reached them just in time for halfway through the ceremony. When I saw how much agony my mate was in and my brother stepped in my way I flew into an demonic rage. The next thing I remember is sitting by a campfire, my mate unconscious and wrapped in my brothers bloody cloak.



That’s when HE approached me.”



“Who?”



“The only other of our clan left. He began to talk to me, convinced he could turn me against the village to his side, but the more that came from his mouth, the more furious I became. It was all his fault! EVERYTHING! My clan’s murder, my brothers betrayal, my mates abuse and persecution, even my defection, ALL HIM!!”



“What do you mean?”



“Two hundred years ago he and his brother founded our village. They discovered the land, started it’s construction and when others came to settle they allowed them. His brother bred, founding our clan. But when he grew restless he wanted his brother to help him with his quest to become the leader of the village. However now I know this prospering village would be driven into the ground under the rule of our clan.



The village refused, they had voted for their ruler and refused his demand, but he felt since he and his brother had founded the village it should be their right to rule.”



This sounded somehow familiar to them.



“The end result was the brother dead and him being exiled from the village, taking with him his brothers eyes.”



“His eyes?! Why!?”



“Our line has an inherited ability through the eyes, only continual use of this ability damages them, you go blind, even become sick, only taking the eyes of another of our clan and replacing your own can stop this. However you can ‘mature’ this ability, to it’s ultimate form by killing you best friend. My brother did it and by killing his brother HE did it. It gave him eternal life. And, apparently, during the fight with the group I had taken my brothers.”



“How did he have anything to do with everything?”



“When he was exiled he decided to get his revenge by destroying the village. But first he needed to set up elaborate traps and plans. He founded the criminal origination my brother was with, he manipulated the guy I went to for power to also hate the village-he was from there originally. He used the inherited ability to take control of the nine tailed foxes mind and force it to attack the village, all so he could use the diversion and steal something he wanted.



He manipulated our clan into beleiving-as he did-they disserved to rule, and was the cause of my brothers seemingly traitorist act.”



“What do you mean?”



“It turned out there was more to my brothers story than I knew. My brother had betrayed the clan but NOT the village, not ME.”



“What do you mean?” they repeated.



“My brother was raised to be my fathers weapon, yet I was his only light, the only pure innocent love he had. He had always been an loving protective big brother to me, which was why his action that night was so confusing. But it was not what I had been led to believe. You see my brother was trained to be fathers weapon AGAINST the village. He had brother, at thirteen, placed inside the leaders personal forces, NOT as a bodyguard, but an assassin to kill him if they didn’t get their way. Only father didn’t know something about my brother.”



“What?”



“His loyalty to the village outwayed the loyalty to our clan. Brother was acting as an double agent for our leader, feeding father false information and giving the leader the correct ones.”



“What happened? I mean to lead to what happened?”



“The leader was out of the village when negotiations failed. So that same cursed council that tried to kill my mate when he was a baby ordered my brother to annihilate the entire clan. Every man, woman, child and baby. Can you imagine being asked to do that? Slaughter your entire family including the one you love the most? Your only light in the darkness of your life?”



They were horrified but confused “but you...he didn’t...?”



“No, no matter what it meant brother couldn’t do it, he couldn’t hurt me. So for the day of the slaughter he choose a day when he KNEW I would be away from our property for the entire day. It was MY fault I came home early that day to see him, that I didn’t listen when he told me to stay outside.



He couldn’t bare to hurt me, he couldn’t bare to tell me the truth and have me hate our family, knowing how much I loved our mother and looked up to our father so he made a split second decision to make me hate HIM.”



This not only saddened then but made them realize how much the older had given for him.



“Now I knew the truth some of the things he said leading up to that day made sense, not only that but when he had left me that night he had stopped and for a split second I saw a tear in his eye. ”



“What did he do?”



“He went straight to the council and told them what happened. They immediately demanded he go back and kill me. He refused and told them if they ever did anything to hurt me, he would return and reveil the truth to everyone, how would the village who all but worshipped our clan react to know the council ORDERED one to kill them all?



He then left to join the criminal organization, NOT as an enemy of the village but as what he does best-a spy. In fact he had an contact inside the village he was feeding information to.”



“If he was a spy, why did he take your mate?”



“By that time my brother was dying and nearly blind. He was sick and damaged from using his ability too much. He KNEW I’d stop the group, but he felt he wouldn’t live much longer. So he decided he’d rather die like a warrior, fighting and going down ‘in a blaze of glory’ as it were. As welll as that he wanted to die at the hands of the one he loved.”



This saddened them but also made them realize that at least he died how HE wanted, instead of wasting away with sickness, unable to move, suffering an slow helpless death instead of the honor of a warrior.



They understood and would honor his brothers death as it should be.



"The smug bastard thought after all his  manipulations that I would willingly join him in his revenge against the village, and while it was true I now hated the council with a vengeance, HE was a lot worse than them right now. If he had not done what he did, I'd still have a loving brother, our teacher would still have his parents and so would my mate. He would have been able to experience that love and guidance of only a mother and father growing up as he should have, not all that hate and anger and abuse.



So he was shocked when I turned to attack him.



The fight was bloody and viscous and I began to think he'd win and I would die when my mate suddenly rose up behind him and tore his neck and throat open, severing his head.



Then he looked at me, growled and moved to attack me."



"What happened? Why was he moving to attack you? You're his mate."



"I reasoned what they did to him during the ceremony regressed him to an animal mind, he killed the other because he threatened his mate, but now he was trying to establish his dominance over me."



This made sense in a simple, animalistic way.



"Our clan is and was known for our pride and stubbornness, when I was younger I never would have let another dominate me, but I was a different person now than that fool. Besides, he was demon now, that stubbornness would probably just get me killed and I said I was living for my mate now, how would it benefit him if I were to die and he be the one to kill me? I mean what would that do to him, coming out and in control only to discover he had killed his mate?"



They understood this.



"So I let him dominate me as an alpha mate would and even though it hurt, I understood he didn't have enough consciousness passed animal mind to worry about my comfort.



After he had finished and I had submitted, he fell unconscious and I was able to take him back with me to the village for help."



"Why didn't you take the other guys eyes? If he was so powerful?"



The other grimaced "he was corrupted by his anger and desire for revenge, while his ability would have been useful, I didn't want to risk being corrupted by them. I wouldn't put it passed him to do something to them to do such a thing to me.



Besides, I had my brothers eyes and while I did I felt I literally had a part of him with me, in a way guiding and protecting me as he had always done."



They understood this.



"We returned to the village and my first act was take him to the leader, she-"



"Wait, she? We thought you said he. Didn't you say-the old leader before Minato was an older man?"



"Oh he died."

"Age?"



"No, in battle with the man I joined. My mate left the village to find an famous healer. But she was an notorious gambling addict and drunk. Not just that but her traveling companion was an well known pervert and famous for writing a series of erotic books my mate called ero-san, the same series of books we had many times coped our sensai reading-and still does.



We once read one" they could see the grimace of disgust clearly, "I don't know how my mate ever put up with that guy."



Back on track he continued "I didn't find out until later that those books were more than they seemed."



"What do you mean?"



"I told you how my brother had a contact in our village, well it turns out it was he and it was the entire point of the books. For you see my brother and sensai were in the leaders special forces together, in fact they had been partners."



"What do you mean?" they asked again and to their surprise before the figure could speak the tree runner had in his smooth melodic voice "his brother would send the information to the author, he would hide it in the book contents, their sensai would buy one of the books, read it for the information and then give it to the leader."



"Exactly" the figure nodded then went on.



The group frowned "and no one else ever found it or knew what it was saying?"



"No for you see the code was unique, known only to the leader and his personal special forces. Besides, each village has their own code so another can't anticipate and interfere in any messages between then and their forces.



 Anyway those two were two of the three strongest fighters in our world-the other being the same man my mate killed to get me back. Those three were a lot like our team though, one female, unsure of herself and her worth in this world-but strong and capable of so much if she tried. The second loud, goofy and dumb, yet it’s only a mask for an fragile but extremely loyal and loving heart but extremely smart. The third-I’ve been compared to-a dark tormented soul. Only unlike those three instead of just letting it fall apart, one of OUR number fought like hell to keep it together.



My mate confronted her, trying to get her to return to the village, but she refused. He bugged her until he got to to her one weakness, her gambling spirit. If he could learn the writers signature move in A WEEK she would return with him. Not just that she was so confident she told him she would give him a necklace she owned, something sentimental she had had for years, all that was left of her dead brother.



And guess what?”



“He learned it” they answered and they could hear the grin in his voice “he not only learned it he IMPROVED IT, like he does with everything he learns. So she, her apprentice and the writer returned to the village and ended up being 'roped in' as the new leader.



It's funny the relationship she shared with my mate, somehow or other during their trip back to the village my mate endeared himself to those three. He called the author ero-san, he called him kid-but in an affectionate way. She called him brat and he called her baa-chan."



"Baa-chan?" This time the first voice answered, sounding amused "grandma."



They were amused by this too.

 

"Here's a fact not known to us until much later, those two legendary warriors were the ones who trained Minato-the author trained him especially in many seals, including the one used to trap the demon fox. They saw HIM as a son too. They were upset about Minato's death and sacrifice and were not surprised to learn of who my mate really was. Apparently they both had that fun-loving way about them, an innocence that was so carefree you just wanted to know them.



Apparently his mother was more serious but she had the same suttle love and intelligence as him as well. Not to mention boths fierce loyalty."



"What happened to his mother? You mentioned how his father died, but never mentioned the mother. If she was alive, surely she would have been protecting her son?"



"His mother died the night of his fathers-and his 'possession' as well."



"How?"



"Childbirth. She was injured during the demon attack, went into labor but just wasn't strong enough to survive both. Maybe one or the other, but not both."



They were saddened by this but understood, asking what happened when he returned to the village with his unconscious and hurt mate.



"As I said my first act was take him to the leader so she could look at him and hopefully the author would be there so his knowledge of seals could be used to find out what was exactly done and if it somehow interfered with his old seal-causing his problems.



 I waited in the hospital outside his room for days-how many I couldn’t remember but soon they came out and I was told he would soon recover, but he needed constant contact from me to maintain the link from it to our souls and demon power, it was THIS that would help him heal.



It took at least a month for him to even regain awareness let alone consciousness. It took three months before he could leave the hospital and come home, a year before he was back to normal.



Then a month ago someone spread the rumor around the village that my mate had taken me by force and used his demonic powers to enchant me into thinking I loved him and want to be with him. The spreader claimed he wanted my families land, that ‘the demon’ wanted the ‘honorable clan grounds of our founder’. ”  He spat the last five words sarcastically.



“If only they knew the truth. ” He snarled loudly “I didn’t care about the village, I didn’t care about anyone else and least of all about the damned property. As far as I was concerned he could have it. The only reason I even lived there anymore was HE was living in a shit-hole apartment and had gone through all the trouble of keeping my home clean while I was away from the village, so, as my mate, he had not only a right but a privilege to live there. Better than that crap place he was previously in. I would have gladly sold it if there was another safe place we could live together. "



“What happened when the rumor spread?”



“Guess” there was bitterness, fury and anger in his voice.



“They tried to attack your mate” they answered and the other nodded, voice furious “the fools attacked us in our own home!!” he snarled “the idiots thought they could kill MY MATE on home ground that was ours to use! Even outnumbered we had an advantage, when both our sensai and ‘ero-san’ turned up for a visit and walked right into it our sensai remained to help, ero-san left to get help from my mates human friends and his fellow team member. In a warrior village like ours it is forbidden to harm civilians, even if they’re ex-warriors themselves, but this was half the village against three ‘adults’ and about fifteen people forbidden to hurt them.”



This horrified them.



"One of my mates human friends yelled at us to both escape, to head for another village where we would be loved and protected, where my mate is treated as the hero he is because of HIM..."



"Who?" they interrupted before he could continue and after an angry pause for being interrupted he explained "another demon vessel-this one a one tailed raccoon. Apparently he was born only for the express purpose of being his father's-who was the village leader-weapon. He was like my mate in many ways, deprived of parental love and abused, but unlike my mate instead of turning all that into the determination to be seen for who you are-not what you are-he turned it into hate and anger, became a killer feared even in his homeland as an emotionless monster."



They were horrified.



"Only the man who I went with made the mistake of enlisting that village for help in destroying our village and in the end he faced my mate. Do you know what happened then?"



"He beat him."

"Sort of it was a tie."



They frowned "but wasn't he the most powerful of all the tailed beasts?"



"Ah but there was the difference between the two. My mate saw himself as NOT being the thing inside him, therefore he did what he did as hisself, not the creature inside him. He only used its power in extreme life and death situations, while HE only used the demon."



"So?" they asked and the tree runner again spoke "by beating the other AS HIMSELF he not only showed the boy he wasn't infallicable or unbeatable, but human, not a monster."



"Right, and by doing it to protect his 'special people' not to mention those very people who would sooner spit on him then look at him he shook the very foundations of his beliefs, about other people and himself, about how caring makes you weak."



"Fool" the leader spoke "It actually makes you stronger."



The figure nodded "exactly. When he returned to their village he made tentive steps to get to know, REALLY KNOW his brother and sister as well as his village. He worked at becoming like my mate-a protector, not a destroyer and when he took over as leader later on, he became a strong and NOBLE ruler, but one with an hard enough law to curtail any lawbreaking.



And when the village found out who they had to thank for this new protector they made him a hero-always welcome in their land."



"So you friends wanted you both to go there, where you'd be safe and treated well."



He nodded.



"When one of them tried to use an strange seal on my mate at the exact same instant ero-san was sending out an attack of his own. The result was both crossed, causing a surge of power and energy around us. Some of the power hit my mate, dropping him on the spot. I ran to his side, sensai already cradling him, when the rest of the power hit us.



When the light cleared and we regained consciousness we were a few miles from here."



"So you brought your mate to the village, hoping for help."



"Yes, we brought him to the doctor there. But once he saw how my mates body healed after cut he refused to help us, he called him a SOLDIER, whatever that was."



The leader and the black-haired frowned at each other, THEY knew and weren't to happy about his treatment anyway. They resolved to visit this doctor and show him exactly what a SOLDIER looked like and what they could really do.



"When we insisted we were not and didn't even know what that was he called us liers. When we insisted and tried to prove it he said if weren't SOLDIER then there was only one other thing we could be and started screaming we were demons, there to infultrate and destroy the town.



Sensai started trying to calm the gathering mob down, insisting we were not and even if we were we could have just destroyed it without entering at all, but they wouldn't listen.



I was totally prepared to destroy everything, burn it to the ground, to hell with these racist fucks, only sensai stopped me, telling me my first priority was to mate, we had to get him to safety."



Another of the groups number had the thought of going off to the village and showing them what a demon REALLY looked like, but something was happening inside him, something rising in fury and pain, pain like he had never felt before. He tried to push it down, but this time it would not be denied, would not be ignored. It wanted OUT and would not be denied, would not be controlled.



"We ended up here, hidden and as sheltered as we possibly could, sensai  hunting for food for us so I can watch over my mate, living like bloody animals!"



This was the last straw, he heard a snarled "let...me...OUT!" the last word screamed out loud as, in a flash of power that flung everyone around him away, he lost the fight with the presence inside him.



With a snarl, sencing another demon in the presence of him and his mate and a possible threat to his other, the figure flung himself at him.



Only to be knocked into a wall by a huge pare of wings. Before he could recover from the impact the figure had snatched him from the ground by the throat, however they all noticed despite the fact he had the figure by the throat, the other seemed to have NO PROBLEMS breathing.



They realized he wasn't trying to hurt or harm the other, just hold him in a dominant position. They saw the others red eyes flash, he seemed to know this as well, but there was something in them that made him raise his weapon, they saw the strange metal glimmer in a stray beam of light.



They were about to yell a warning to him, but the other growled to him himself "do not. I could rip your spine out and show it to you here and now before you could finish that move."



The red eyes narrowed "only my mate is allowed to dominate me. I don't care who you are, you aren't him."



"You would leave your mate to awaken to find your lifeless body here?" the winged demon growled "I am not bluffing, hanyou."



"Neither am I" the other returned.



"Wait!" the leader stepped forward, trying to play peace keeper "what do you want?" he asked the winged demon in a soothing voice.



"My questions answered."

"Then ask them."



The head turned back to look to the other "what were the names of the others demons? Other than your mate?"



The figure glared but the leader said "just answer him. It won't hurt you to."



The figure glared at them silently then grudgingly rattled off eight names, including the one in the once-killer.



Something sad was filling the winged demons yellow eyes, sorrowful and pain filled "and your mates name? Who was the nine-tailed fox?"



The figure glared up into the others eyes, something flickering in his eyes to mirror the others so his answer was soft and crystal clear, firm and even. "Kyuubi" he said.



The answering scream was heard even in the village.



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Woah, someone's pissed.