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Cross noticed him surveying her with his cold, hard eyes. A shiver ran down her spine when he looked her over that way, but she didn't not let that shiver show with the wits and control that remained in her. She dared not let anything that phased her show. Tilting her head upwards ever so slightly, she forced her eyes to meet his. Cross had not received any invitation that was known to her. Perhaps because she travelled so often, the message had not reached her. With a clear, yet calm voice, she responded. "I did not know that this place was occupied or belonged to others. I was merely traversing this way when I happened upon this area. I'd apologize if I am intruding."

Cross was surprised slightly as well as hesitant. But she soon made up her mind, the fact that she knew she could protect herself against most things. "Well, I have been travelling a lot... and I suppose that would be extremely relaxing..." She managed a small smile and nodded. "Thank you for your invitation." Her hand slipped off from the hilt of her sword as she followed the man, as the trees parted for them now, after his consent.

Cross had always wanted to walk through something like this. It seemed mystical. Wonderous. Mystifying. Perfectly interesting. A small smile appeared on her lips as she strolled behind the man, absorbing the magnificent garden-like environment. Her shoes scuffled slightly on the stones beneath her feet. That brought to her attention once again of the man floating infront of her. It made her curious, but she dared not question him.

Cross blinked, surprised and quickly oriented herself once more. "As I mentioned earlier, I travel. But if you must know where I was weaned, that location is somewhere up north, on the highest mountains embraced by clouds."

The silent figure walked among the bamboo trees, returning from a 'brief' sidetrip. she had returned, but something was slightly different, exactly what was unclear. A mask hid her face, black in color with narrowed slits for eyes, a red slash diagonally across the middle of it. She wore a fitted black body suit, black gloves on her hands. Soft black boots on her feet, they made no sound on the soft grassy ground. A light weight belt was at her side, blending in with the dark of her clothes. small pouches were on it, but a sign of a weapon was yet to be found. She wore a hood on her head.

Leaning against a tree in it's shadow, she relaxed some, but was still aware of her surroundings.

She woke suddenly, her eyes opening, nothing else moving. She stood silently and in her hand was a black whip. It seemed short, but the tip had a wicked looking blade on it, the metal black. Suddenly she spun around and brought down her arm, the whip lashing out. The tip then extended more, shooting out and stabbing through something. A demon sent to kill her froze, the end of the whip coming out of its back. Screeching an earsplitting cry, its body exploded into millions of specks of dust and were blown away. A grim face behind the mask, the whip retracted itself and vanished once more.

"they're getting more determined..." she muttered to herself, then began to walk. She passed the bridge and paused, looking at Kenshin. As she had relaxed, her clothing had changed to a simple black dress with bell sleeves, soft boots, the mask gone as well as the hood and gloves. Her skin was normal, but was still a tad on the pale side, but her hair had gone from black to white. Her eyes were ebony, her features elven. Pointed ears, poked out of her hair, and she found herself staring. Snapping out of it, she looked down, the moonlight just briefly catching her hair.

Moving on, she found herself in a wood, boulders randomly spread far and wide. A stream flowed through and she sat down on one of the granite boulders, the moonlight shinning through the trees. The beams seemingly made her glow, but it was almost just...cold. She gazed sadly into the clear water, her hair falling in front of her shoulder.

She looked up at him, then away, closing her eyes against the painful memories. "You are too kind m'lord. I couldn't ask such a request of you." A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it away hurridly, embarassed. Her gaze returned to his face, ebony eyes shimmering. "They want me dead. Sometimes their sent from the Dark Lord, other times Lucifer, or Satan. Lucifer's attempt at driving me mad failed and instead returned me to my actual form before that accursed transformation." She answered softly, turning her head away causing the light to make it appear as if her hair glittered.
Why do you let your mind torture you so?
You think it helps to have you in here?
You let the past rule over you though.
Only to an extent.

"It seems I'm not the only one who goes by the nickname 'The Dark Lord' then. I don't like copycats. He'll have to die, a fool using my name in vain," Kenshin gloated.
Adressing the other two, he talked quitely, almost soothingly. "Lucifer, I've heard the name. An enemy he once was, but I'd heard he was defeated. Maybe not the same person...." Kenshin pressed on.

But Satan you say?...Hell's Satan?...That is my demon father, so he was called. I made a mistake eons ago, and learned lesson from him. I thought I'd defeated the King of Hell. I even became the King of Hell for a century or two. But Satan, the fiend that so created this flesh and ordered it like a dog to do his bidding, came back once again. With my half-brother's help, this Satan was able to overthrow my from my rightful heir...."

Kenshin's voice had started to become deeper and a bit more haunting. Perhaps he'd delved into the wrong side of his past memories... "I was defeated by that snake. One day I will reclaim my rightful position." Kenshin had grown dark and desecrative, without even realizing it; He'd grabbed Namuni's wrist and was squeezing it without even thinking! He needed to gain control now! He mentally struck hisself, falling over from his own powerful impact. when he came to, he was cold and shivering. Without heed Kenshin had exposed his weak point. "I'm.... I-I'm sorry... p-p-please forgive me...", he said, dragging his legs and he backed away from her, his eyes sunken in with fear.

Easier than openning a book, Kenshin had by miracle, seemed to have pryed into his aquaintance's mind. He now lay opposite of where she was standing, as if backed into a corner, hunched up next a tree. He breathed heavily, frightened by his own self. "The voices.... the voices...," he growled, "...the voices in your head..." He own voice rasped, as if he wasn't supposed to know something, and he was trying not to let the 'voices in her head' know...



Kenshin's eyes were deadlocked with hers once more, piercing like an eagle's claws straight through her. His dialated pupils flashed red and gold.