Draft Version -Elf-

"My Lady," A young, elven woman whispered, bowing to on of The Council of Ventarius. "We were not expecting your arrival. Please, forgive us."

"I will forgive you for that, but as for that filthy, lying town, I want that gone now," The woman replied, her purple hair blowing around her mystical face, a small, strange little girl perched on her shoulder. The woman bowing hissed, and stood up.

"Is my lying that obvious to you, bitch?" She asked, her voice full of fire, and ice, and venom. "Why did you even cme here anyway? YOU KNOW YOU AREN'T WELCOME!"

The purple haired woman remained calm though, merely brushing some hair out of her glowing, slitted eyes, a smirk on her face.

"I may return home whenever I desire," She answered simply. The other woman hissed once more, flames appearing at her fingertips.

"You know full to well thtat you are not welcomed here, and nor are you wanted," The female growled, though the other woman remained silent, and calm.

"I know, but that does not stop me. Your feeble attacks, and your pathetic defences can't even slow me down," The more powerful of the two replied. "Besides, I'll come to the place whenever I wish. I have the right to do so."

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS HERE!!" The angry woman roared, sending the fireball at the purple haired one.

"Child's play," The purple haired one muttered, catching the fireball, and absorbing its magic. "Don't bother attacking me again. I'm not that weak, that I could be hurt by your pathetic, annoying attacks."

The other woman hissed, and walked of to the side, as the purple-haired leader walked into her homeland. The one place she would never, ever be welcomed.

"You can hate me all you desire, but you cannot stop me," She muttered, staring into her homeland, the place where it all went wrong. "Though I don't think of this as my home anymore. It is more of my hell, full of lies, and filth."

The elf on the side growled lowly, sinking back into the trees.

"You did that yourself, Lady Aikyo," She murmured, glaring at the elven lady, and her little guardian, animal child.

"Silence," Aikyo muttered, before she walked off, into the elven territory.

Draft Version

Corpses, Darkness, Trees, and Blood.

A single hand, reaching out. Coaxing me forward. It wants me, he wants me. Come to the shadows, fall into the dark abyss, and be free, little demon.

I reach forward, then pull back. No. I am wrong. I am a demon, against my will. I was I too know that I was what I have become?

I scuttled back, and hissed, and the man sighed. He took a step forward, and I lunged forward, clawing.

I never hit him though, as he stepped to the side, and I landed in a mass of rotting corpses. Corpses of friends, and family, and others, each with leaves growing from them. Cruel I was, and I killed them all, sick of the things I had been living with.

But I hadn't really needed to go that far, to massacre them all. I was a demon, I demon from the underworld. A feral thing, like they had said.

The man is speaking. He is asking me to join him. I hiss, and scowl, and he frowns, walking over to me. My eyes widen, and I roll backwards, but he grabs me anyway.

"No one will accept a beast like you, unless you lie, you filthy coward."

I whimper, before I claw at him once more, though the demon is back inside me, and I am nothing more than a child again. He throws me to the side, with a pained sigh, and walks off, whispering something about the offer always being open to me.

I cry out angrily

"You fool, you utter fool," I whispered, before I shakily collapsed....

What have I done now?

Pain of the Past

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"STOP IT!!!" A young, lilac-haired boy screeched. He rushed towards his mother, tears welling in his young eyes. The woman ignored him however, continuing to hold someone's head under the water. A young girl's head. The boy's sister.

"GET BACK, YOU LITTLE FIEND!!" A man roared, slapping the boy away, causing him to hit the wall with a thud. A large wound on the child's back reopened, as another bruise began to form in another place. These two children had suffered enough, at the hands of their own parents.

"DIE, YOU LITTLE SLUT!!" The mother cackled, her hands tight around her daughter's throat, as she held it under the water. The young, violet haired girl flailed helplessly, trying to get her head above the water. She had to survive, she had to save her baby brother from this endless torment.

"SISTER!!" The boy screamed again, only to fell the pain of a brutal kick to the stomach. The boy huddled over, his eyes wide, tears streaming down his bruised cheeks. He was seven. Seven years old, and his sister was fourteen. Why? They were so young?

Why must they endure this torment? Why must their parents hate them so? It wasn't their fault the family was poor. They couldn't help it daddy lost his liscense, and they couldn't help it that mummy was in trouble with the police for theft.

The girl always did her best. She helped around the house, and even found her own job. She did alright at school, and she was rather pretty. The boy got the best grades, and did well in all athletic activites, and, of course, was rather handsome, and the little, chubby girls in his grade would always want to play with him.

So, why were they suffering? Sister couldn't help it if she had fallen in love. The boy was kind, and she needed someone.

But mummy didn't like it. She thought the girl was a little slut, and she hated the thought of having a relation to the whore of the town.

"MOTHER, FATHER, STOP IT!!!" The boy screamed, before the father picked him up by his short, spiky hair, and punched him in the face, hard. The boy screamed some more, as the sister's strength started to fail.

The girl's world went blurry, and even though she continued to flail, she could feel her body grow so very weak. She couldn't get to the surface, she coudln't see her boyfriend, and she could never save her baby brother from his eternal torment.

It wasn't fair.

"I'm sorry I didn't save you," She thought, tiredly, before her arms fell down, in a mess on the ground. The mother smiled triumphately, before she threw the body across the room. The girl's hair was wet, and so was her face. Blood dribbled from where her mother's nails had dug in. She was pale, and she looked so cold.

She was dead.

The boy screamed, and screamed, before his father knocked him out, with plently of force, and pain.

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Three years later......

A ten year old boy, with spiky, lilac coloured hair leapt out his window, backpack placed firmly on his back. He took a final glance at his house, before he broke out into a run. It was midnight. Father was in his room, and Mother was out playing Poker.

He had to leave.

He couldn't stay in that haunted, blood-filled house. He couldn't stay in that hellhole. He didn't belong there. He was smart, and handsome, and he hurt. He was lonely.

The kids at school didn't undertstand his cold attitude. How could they know about his sister's murder, when not even the police knew? How could they know that beyond the perfect grades, and face, was twisted pain, and lonliness.

He was far from perfect.

He rushed down the road, and into the black, starless, moonless night, following the street lights, to where ever they led.

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Six Years Later........

A stoic, emotionless boy placed his bag on his back, getting ready for school. He pushed back his lilac, spiky locks, smirked into the mirror, then headed towards the door. His foster mother smiled kindly, but he ignored her. He knew she deserved better than him, and she was too nice to put up with his attitude.

You'd be an asshole too though, if you were him.

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Hikaru Tokage, age 16......

He just might be the lonliest human being alive...........

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This is just a quick, draft of Hikaru's past. Not all of it, but just a quick glimpse. It's sorta messy, and I didn't edit it....XP

Live with it, peoples....