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((Well, for the sake of my RPing-ness, Imma claim this village in the name of the Kudo ^_^ ))

The motorcycle came to a slow, rolling stop as it entered the village. Not long after the engine died down, The rider found himself surrounded by several men, each one armed with crude, old fashioned weaponry. Rolling his obsidian eyes, the rider dismounted, his trench coat smoothing out as he flipped out the kick stand, leaning the bike on its side. "Machinite! Your not welcome here!" One of the men called out, threating the rider with a long, crude spear. "He's not one of them...." Another man stepped forward from the crowd. "This is the mercenary I hired to search out the root of our problems..." The rider nodded. "...You weren't lying...this village was out of the way..."

One of the men poked at the motorcycle, turning back to look at its owner. "If your gonna be here, this thing's gotta go....We have our principles out here..." The rider turned his obsidian eyes upon the speaker. "If the bike goes...so do I..." "That wont be necessary, Mr. Dark..." "Call me Einji..." The rider inturrupted. "Very well, Einji. I understand that our ways are not yours...Pay little attention to the others...we've just never been big fans of machinery..." Einji nodded slightly. "..Whatever...so give me a run down of the situation again..."

The man nodded, leading Einji into on of the nearby houses, the group of farmers slowly dispersing to set about their daily chores. Closing the door behind them, the man offered Einji a seat as his wife entered the room, setting a pot of freshly brewed tea on the table, a cup infront of two of the chairs seated across from each other. Einji pulled out a chair and sat down, the farmer doing the same as his wife set about filling each of the tiny cups with tea. She doctored her husband's up the way he liked it before turning to her guest. "Would you like any sugar or honey in you tea?" Einji shook his head. "...No..Its fine the way it is..." She nodded and stepped back, standing behind her husband's chair.

"About two weeks ago, two of our farms on the outskirts of the village where burned, all the already harvested crops stolen from the warehouses they were kept in...out here in the desert its hard enough to grow crops in the first place..." Einji nodded again, picking up the steaming tea cup, pressing it to his lips as ht drained it almost instantly. The farmer looked at him curiously for a moment before continuing. "...Anyway, we dont have any idea what it may have possibly been, but its definately hostile, for a week after the first two farms were destroyed, another was hit, and this time, the family that lived on it were all slaughtered...it looked like they had been trying to fend off whatever it was...You see, Einji, not only do we harvest food for ourselves, but there is another village further out in the desert, not as close to the oasis, and we help them with their food supply as well...We've a lot of damage to repair, and cannot afford for anymore crops to be destroyed...."

Einji nodded once again, looking up at the farmer, the light shimmering in the dark obsidian voids that were his eyes. "So, you have no clues for me, what so ever?" The farmer shook his head. "We've even already buried of the bodies of the dead...so we cant let you examine them..." "Alright...Take me to most recently attacked farm..." The man nodded, sliding out his chair as he rose to his feet. "Alright, follow me..." He walked over and opened the door, walking out of the house. Einji followed suit, making his way towards the door, turning to nod his thanks for the tea to the farmer's wife as he followed her husband out the door, closing it as he stepped out.

((Meh, Im good, I had to start somewhere ^_^ And in the middle of a job seemed like the perfect place))

Einji and the farmer walked for several minutes, the houses being spaced pretty far appart. Einji stopped suddenly, a familiar feeling tickling down his spine. He looked up at the sky, zoning out of the here and now as his subconscience all but left his body, his soul searching for what it was he felt. He soon shook his head, comming back to reality. The Farmer had also stopped, a questioning look on his face as he stared at Einji. "You alright?" Einji turned to face him and nodded, "I am fine...just an old familiar feeling..." I did not even realize I had come so close to the mansion...It seems fate will not let me forget so easily... He sighed as he continued on, the farmer turning and walking on as well.

They soon arrived at the sight of the most recent attack, the once tilled land, ruined beyond repair, and the house ransacked of anything valuable. Casting his gaze about the scene, Einji walked over to the door of the house, pushing it open as he looked inside. He spied a lantern hanging by the door and took it down, pulling out a lighter, using its flame to ignite the wick of the lantern. A soft orange-yellow glow soon basked the room as the mercenary stepped completely in the house, keeping a sharp eye out for anything that could be of interest.

A few moments later, he came back out, hanging the lantern on the hook by the door once again, extinguishing the flame with his thumb and fore fingers. The Farmer approached him, nodding his head slightly. "Find anything that could help you?" Einji shook his head, his long hair tussling slightly. "I did not...It seems that I shall just have to wait and see if they attack again..." The farmer nodded. "Where will you be stayin?" "Well...Since this humble little home behind me is recently vacated, I will use it as a base of opperations...perhaps if whoever did this, sees that someone is living here again, they may attack again...you could call it a trap of sorts..." The farmer nodded his consent. "I don't think anyone will object to it...I hope you luck out.." Einji bowwed slightly. "So do I...Now, if you dont mind, I'll go get my motorcycle...I can keep it here, and it shouldn't offend any of the other villagers..." He turned and headed back the way he came, the farmer following as well, going back to his own home and his own chores of the day.

Einji opened the bottle, the smell of whiskey and the feeling of familiarity of the area sent his memory back to the past, to the roof of the mansion he was oh so familiar with. Closing his obsidian eyes he raised the bottle to his lips and drank deeply, the firey liquid coursing down his throat, though it had no other effect than that. He opened his eyes a few moments later, narrowing them almost instantly as he sat the bottle down on the table. He stood up and made his way to the door, opening it as he looked out over the desert horizon. Something was moving towards his direction, the sand forming an obscuring barrier in the distance. He grinned slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest, highly interested in meeting his 'visitors'.

Dark being a tad preoccupied, he may not have even noticed the little creature wander around the corner of the farmhouse.

The little demon only stood about three feet tall, the size of a three year old human. It's skin was a soft red-orange, it's scales soft to the touch. It's hands and feet only had four fingers, each one with a nice sized claws attached. A small tail for balance, and two tiny horns poking out of it's head, the tiny creature looked almost too cute.

The little creature walked akwardly along the edge of the farmhouse, it's too big eyes pools of ebony. Dark would notice after spotting the creature, that as it walked it was playfully tossing flames as a child would play with a ball.

It hadn't dropped it yet, but he could easily could guess what might happen to the farm if it did.

The little demon turned his head, watching Einji literally take apart the bikers. Finding this much, much more interesting than it's ball of fire, the little demon plopped himself down around the front door of the house, giggling happily. Tossing it's ball backwards a little, the little being clapped for Einji.

The little demons ball gently hit the wall of the house, bouncing off and rolling back to the little one's side. Where the ball had touched however, flames now danced upon the building, only small right now, but there they were.

The rain put out all the fire, nearly all. The ball of fire, sitting beside the creature, easily took the brunt of the rain. Einji would also notice, that the rain never touched the little devil, evaporating before it got the chance.

The little one tilted it's head at Einji when he spoke to it, obviously not really underestanding him. Looking around a little and picking his ball back up, the little demon kept on watching Einji, seemingly rather amused with his actions, kicking his feet and giggling happily.

The little demon giggled, clapping his hands with joy. Still looking a little puzzled at what Einji was saying, the little demon began to sniff at the air. Getting to his feet just like any other toddler, the little demon picked up his ball and started following his nose, walking down the steps.

To Einji's surprise, the demon stopped at the bike nearest the house, dropping his ball in the sand next to him. Even more surprising, the little demon picked up the remains of the bike, opened his mouth impossibly wide, and ate them all.

The little demon retrived his ball, and returned to the house, sounds of scraping metal and breaking glass coming from inside his mouth. Plopping himself down in front of Einji again, the man would notice a small spiked collar around his neck, a medalion with the word "Relban" hanging from it.