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It had been a long while since Shosoro had seen her, but the thought of being with her again is what kept him going. Despite the depressing surroundings, he survived in hope for any sign of her or her damned parents. The only things that kept him from finding them and rushing in and saving her were her parents, their damned pets, their cursed powers, and his nonexistent powers. His lack of abilities made him a measly human when compared to her parents who were eaters of souls and sorcerers. He slammed his fist into the edge of the roof.

"Damn it! Why must it be like this!" he yelled. "Why must I be a damned human?" The echo of his voice caused a flock of birds to fly away from him. He payed no attention to them; he had recognized them without looking. Living by yourself in the place made you always watch your back till you got used to it and knew what was happening with out looking. A few tears dripped from his cheek. "I miss you. Kieri, I love you!" he said quietly. "I will save you and kill them for what they do to you!" he said screaming at the top of his lungs, it echoed through the empty buildings and streets. Shosoro may be human but that didn't keep him from kicking the demons butts when they were sent after him. Shosoro slid down the banister of the stairs that led to the roof and then proceeding to press on a hidden button in the wall, when he did mechanical groans emanated from the wall. "It’s time to oil them," he said to himself as he walked into his hide out.

Shosoro smiled; this was his pride and joy. It contained years and years of rare findings and refurbished items. Shosoro walked past a room full of book shelves. This was his library of millions of books, all of which he has personally read or skimmed through, anything from gun, swords, bombs, food, and even novels to pass the time. The next room was his gun smithing room, and then the next a room with different swords they both occupied his attention most of the time.

He walked into the following room, which was one that he never went into, not since he lost Kieri. This was their room. He left it the way it was before her parents took her away from him years ago. It was a normal bed room; the left side of the bed was neat and straight while the other side messy. Obviously the left was her side and the right his. On the foot of the bed was a note saying how she was gone now and that if he looked for her, she would die... unless he gave them what they wanted, which would mean his death. Beside the note laid a pendant that was given to him. It was not an ordinary pendant; quite the contrary, it was what let his heart continue to beat. The rest of the room on his side was dusty; it showed that he kept her side clean to remember her.

"Who the hell are you?!" the demon asked in astonishment that he lived through that.

He smiled evilly in response and announced, "I'm demon hand Kazuma. And you must be dead, or about to be, considering you woke me up." The demon took offense to what he said and rushed at him. Kazuma raised his hand, pointing at the demon’s skull as if his hand were a gun, and said, "Bang, your dead." There was a loud crack and flash that erupted from in front of his hand. The demon dropped to it knees then to its side. It was dead. The one who called himself Kazuma let out a laugh, and a demon not to far from him backed away. He held his hand out towards the dead demons body. As he did so, blood seemed to lift from it and form a gun in his hand. It was an over sized handgun, but he wielded it like it was weightless "Run," he said to the demon near him. Before the demon could even react, he aimed at the demon's chest and pulled the trigger. There wasn't much left of the demons chest. Kazuma took the chance and shot as many of the demons as he could while they were distracted with the demon bearing a large hole in his chest. A second later, those shot had fallen, leaving one left to either run or die. Kazuma looked at him and said, "Go tell your master that I’ll be coming for them and nothing will get in my way." A mere few seconds later, his eye color turned back to what it was, and the handgun disappeared into thin air. Shosoro looked around, shocked. “What happened?" he questioned. He caught eye of a demon standing not too far from him, shaking. As soon as they made eye contact, the demon turned and ran as fast as it could, and in the process, tripping over objects on the ground. There was a pause of astonishment. "Was it scared of me?" he questioned, considering it was running so desperately.