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"I really can't thank you enough Reaper, this feels so much more whole. . . its outstanding to think of all the possibilites and knowledge you just gave me and the amou . . . " then he stopped to make sure he didnt ramble any further then he already had . . . sweatdrop

"Well i'm grateful anyway. . if there is anything you need help with let me know." he finished and rubbed his head, her pulling on it didnt hurt as much as it had before. He guessed it was becuase he had untangled it inside him at the near cost of his life.

"I'll be right there" he said with a smile and walked off to get his medical supplies from his home in the woods. There wasnt much in it but he knew it might help. He wanted to be prepared for anything.

He got there, grabbed his pack and ran towards the stadium. He didnt want to be late.

Kurayami stood in a place unknown to most, and unfindable by most as well. Kura had made it himself and created it in order to train himself to be better. His mind was clearing from the events that had happened in secret. He opened his golden eyes, a seeming mist slowly floated out from them as he looked around. He then held a hand out at the river. His hand shook slightly, and then it began. The river though continuing to flow as if nothing was going on, was lifting into the air, as if it was in a clear tube. Kura's eyes continued to glow. He then let it back down slowly.

He kept his hand out, his mind working to limits beyond normal limits. The river slowly came to a stop, Kura watching it. Slowly it began spreading away as a bowl began to push down in the unmoving river. He breathed heavily, his mind straining hard. Kura swallowed and let it go, his hand dropping. The river let out a shattering boom, and then rushed forward flooding with speed unnormal. Kura then rotated his hand. He looked at a tree and now kept his hand down. His eyes focusing on the tree.

It began to shudder, and then the leaves simply fell. It was as if they were drawn to the ground. All of them fell like dead weights of greater than 50 pounds. They even left their impressions in the ground. Pushing down harder, and then stopped. It was as if they had fallen, pushed deeper into the earth and then nothing. Kura breathed out slowly. He was getting faster. Becoming better than he had ever been. He was so close to mastering an ancient art of physics that won't be seen again. One hidden from normal fighting and styles...

"STIX!!!!I SAID STOP IT!"
The horse was galloping, kicking, bucking, and rearing. Actually it would have been funny if she was not the one on his back.

Make me, oh great rider!

"Why do insist on doing this to me??" Then KAt grew quiet merely concentrating on remaining on the horse which was becoming easier the two of them seemed to be one creature from a distance. The union of horse and rider was somewhat awe inspiring. They seemed at times to be flying instead of just galloping.

Kura slowly let his ki back out and sat down on the ground. He closed his eyes and hooked his arm limply around his leg. He breathed slowly, and wondered. He pondered, and thought about all this. He had many thoughts, about varying and asundry things. But why now? For what purpose is it to bring up those memories. Kura brought his hands up and put his head into them, his hands gripping his head firmly. Memories, screams, pain, and detest swirled in his head.

Not worth anything

Abomination

A disgrace...monster

Kura fell forward holding his head breathing deeply. His whispers reaching little farther than him. "No, leave me. Stop it. Pain. Please don't....I didn't mean to. Why do you torture." He shuddered furiously holding his head on the ground. His entire body shaking, maybe it was from fear...but what could this man fear that much?

You are nothing boy...you aren't loved, and aren't anything great. You are a hybrid monster...

"Please...please stop" He shuddered and stopped moving. His once golden eyes white, as if he had lost everything in his eyes...His body still involuntarily shuddering from moment to moment.

Matthew awoke, he had fallen asleep by the beach. He thought to himself, and got to his feet. His eyes scanned the perimeter. Nothing moved, so he stood up. Matthew brushed off his pants, and walked into the trees again, the dark had returned, he felt cold again. He delt with it every other day, why should he care about it now. He shurgged it off, and walked through the trees, cool air whirrled around him, throwing his hair in every direction.

A young man, white haired and sporting a white coat falling down to his knees stopped in the woods, wiping a thin line of sweat from his brow and surveying the empty clearing he'd found. He sat down on a fallen tree, and took a quick rest, calming his breath. He was fairly tired, not quite to exhausted yet, but two days of running without pause would do that, even to him. With a sigh, he adjusted the chain wrapped around his waist, making sure the leather sheath for the blade on it's end was properly attatched, and absently feeling for the on his belt to make sure it was still there. A few hours rest might be ideal. Or he might even stop. This far away might be safe.