<span style="color: #FFFF00">ZORUNA</span><br/><br/>Momiji was running frantically. Scrambling so fast that even when he stumbled and was running with his hands until he could stand back up, he never stopped moving. He looked over his shoulder. The only items he had on himself was a small coin purse sack thing in his left pocket and his sharp bone knife that was tainted red from his blood. He ran with Shinobi following closely behind. The phantom guard and companion using his shadowy sword to knock away thrown objects. Momiji ran. His gaze darting around wildly for someplace to hide. He grabbed doors and tried to open. Most were locked. He then continued running and frantically searched for a place to hide. The men behind him yelling and accusing him of summoning the poltergiests that had caused chaos, injuries, and scarings within an apartment complex. Thing was...he was innocent! He hadn't done that summoning. He was a good necromancer slash blood mage. He used his abilities to protect...not to hurt. Sure he sometimes summoned dead things to talk to but never would he use them to hurt people!<br/><br/>He saw a light through a crack in a door open just a sliver. He ran over to it and slide open the door. Darting inside with Shinobi at his side. He slid it shut and slid to the ground panting. Shinobi standing at his side protectively. Momiji's long blond strands fell over his shoulders. He panted and didn't yet look up. He didn't know where he had run into...just that it had been open...and he could hide in it. He heard the mob of angry men run past shouting and yelling about finding him. He let out a soft whimper. Why did everyone hate him...just because of his magic type? They accepted others with less sinister magic types and a lot of them weren't good. His dealt with death and blood and nobody accepted him. He was feared and hated. He was a good Necromancer-Blood Mage. Yet...anytime something dealing with the dead happened it was always his fault. He sighed and slowly his breathing returned to normal.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">RYUMYO</span><br/><br/>Opium smoke hung heavy in the air around him, the silky limbs of humanoids draped over him in the still darkness of the room. It had been quite an enjoyable evening and Ryumyo had decided to crash in the den for the night. From the floor above, as this particular opium den happened to be in the basement of The Wilted Orchid night club, music drummed intensely. It had been the perfect day; business went well, a few of Lungâ€™s Triads had been found and eradicated, and the party was epic. All was right with the world when Ryumyo slipped into sleep, blissfully unaware and uncaring of what was going on in the world around him. He had other people to worry about that for him and those very people, bodyguards and his personal chief of security, Sai, happened to be on duty when the back door of the joint flew open and some kid flung himself inside.<br/><br/>For a brief moment, Sai looked to Takamasa, who heâ€™d been playing cards with. Then the two men, along with a dozen others concealed by the shadows in the dark space, watched the pale-haired stranger sink to the floor and catch his breath. He didnâ€™t appear to be a threat in the slightest and likely was trying to hide from some bullies out to beat him up, but this was where the boss was sleeping tonight and they werenâ€™t going to have any of this. Slowly, Sai stood from the small table and approached the kid. He looked winded alright and probably didnâ€™t weight more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. But in this world, the new world, one could not be judged by their appearance. His boss was an excellent example of that sentiment.<br/><br/>Small as he himself was, standing about 5â€™4 and a bit on the lean side, Sai stood before the kid and cleared his throat. â€œTrespassing is illegal,â€ he said, breaking the silence as his subordinates also drew closer, â€œGood thing Iâ€™m not going to call the cops on you.â€ A cocky smile tugged at a corner of bleach-blondeâ€™s mouth and his right hand slid down to rest on the hilt of an antique katana. â€œToo bad for you, though,â€ he continued, â€œthat the cops are the least of your problems at the moment.â€ With a slight gesture, four large men covered in tattoos grabbed the stranger and hauled him to his feet while the short guy in charge muttered something about taking him to the boss.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">ZORUNA</span><br/><br/><br/>Momiji heard a clearing of a man's throat. Looking up and stared at the man. Blinking a bit. He didn't say anything. He looked to Shinobi as he spoke. "Not now  Shinobi." he said softly. The phantom male nodded his head. Moving out of the shadows a bit but nothing except the tip of his shadowy sword could be seen. Momiji looked at the man and just listened. He didn't say anything but the way the man spoke didn't set his mind at ease. 'Out of the frying pan and into the fire.' He thought to himself. Shinobi moved to the side and in front of Sai when his hand went to rest on the antique katana. Both of his out and at the ready. Momiji looked at Shinobi. "Shinobi...stand down." Shinobi backed up and stood by his descendants side. By the young man who summoned him forth. The katana's were sheathed but his hands at the ready to pull them from their shells. Momiji looked at the door behind him. There really wasn't that big of a difference between a group of men trying to hurt him out there and a group of men trying to hurt him in here. Difference was...he actually deserved it this time...he had trespassed. He yiped as he was grabbed up by the four men. Struggling and trying to get free. Shinobi scowled and moved. A high kick to the man nearest him sent the man flying past Sai. The phantom then moved and knocked the man furthest to the right with a series of punches. Hesitating with the two men closest to Momiji. He sighed. He could not get them...without hurting his charge. His family...and the dragons...the only ones he was loyal to. Momiji struggled. "Let go! Let go! I didn't mean to trespass! I was just trying to hide from the magic haters!" he winced and stopped struggling. He had no energy after all that running. His head hanging. "Too tired...Shinobi...stand down." He said again. Shinobi spoke. "I have no choice but to do so Momiji. There is no way to protect you from those two without hurting you my liege." He stared at Sai without moving from near Momiji. Momiji panted a bit. Then tried to pull away. Slumping again moments later.