Location: Germany
Weather: Cloudy

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A red head, with a thick fur coat and a star birthmark in her cheek walked solemnly across a Graveyard. Akehiko had been to the Graveyard cemetery of the Vander Bloom family a few times. Most of those visits included the burial of a family member who had died either during a Job, assassinated by another family member, or simply committed suicide. Some of the burials were even incomplete. An arm, an eye, a liver, a testicle would be buried just for the sake of it. Not one family member died a glorious death. But none of that mattered, to her, they were just baggage in the history of the Vander Blooms.

It seemed like it was always snowing in Germany. Well, her part of Germany. The blanket of white, cold snow covered the whole forest, and Akehiko strained to remember whether the forest that had surrounded them had been green at some point. She put her gloved hands into her fur coat's pocket to keep the cold from seeping in. She passed through countless of tombstones, some of them she couldn't recognized or remember. The snow made it hard to walk, the light mist that always seemed to cover the grave had become thicker.

She stopped when she finally reached the epicenter of the Graveyard, where a sole statue of Loki; a young man crouched down with his hands clasping his head as if it might explode. This was her recent discovery. This was the saddest moment in the history of the Vander Blooms. Everyone had hid the fact that beneath this statue lay the tomb of someone very important to all. This was her father's tomb.

They had prohibited her from going near it, even though she didn't know. They wanted to take no risk, and hope that she didn't pry about it. Well, they were wrong. She strode to the statue, and removed her satin black gloves. She slowly touched the cold, hard stone and see if she could feel a connection with her dad. All she could feel was cold.

"So you're my dad..." Was all she said.

Yuuki put her satin glove back on, the chill had made her fingers numb. The temperature was dropping little by little, evidenced by the small mist cloud formed by every breath. She didn't know what she had done, or why she had done it. She figured that if she could find some knowledge about her father, she could be proud about her heritage. But no one wanted to help her. She shook her head at the thought. Had she forgotten what she had been taught? "Trust no one, and live." That was the morale lesson her overbearing teacher had taught her before she skewered him. It wasn't pretty, but at least she had gotten some peace and quiet ever since.

She leaned on the pillar sustaining the statue, and began muttering to herself, as if talking to her dad somehow. "Father... did you trust someone? Is that why you're like this?" Yuuki would've been mad, if she thought that she would be given an answer. Maybe she wanted to prove her -step- mother wrong?

She stood up and started walking to the exit, when she heard footsteps in the snow. As if someone had pushed the alarm button in her consciousness, she took out two hand guns from their holsters and pointed them at opposite directions, inspecting the area clockwise. "No one should be here..." She thought annoyingly, unless she hadn't been alone since the beginning? "That's ridiculous. I would've sensed it/them coming..." She bit her lower lip. She knew she would be in a lot of training sessions just for this tiny incident.

"You shouldn't stay here alone, you know, people aren't necessary well intentioned." The voice came from behind her, and without betraying serious facial expression, she turned with guns still pointed up. She had been surprised, not because she'd been caught unaware, but by the serious lack of emotion in the tone. Sure, no one could beat her -step- mother's stern cold voice, but at least she had felt something. In this one, it was devoid.

A black shape, as ominous as death itself, limped frigidly at the exit. The mist embraced him as if to welcome him. She couldn't make out his face, or recognize him if he belonged to the Head family.

She chuckled and said. "You have a lot of nerve coming down here without our permission, whoever you are. Thanks for the warning, or is it a threat?"

Akehiko should've been prepared for what happened next. But it was all too fast for her to see, despite the years of trainning she had. In a blur, a hideous looking puppet, appeared out of nowhere and knocked off the guns out of her hand. Technically, that would've been impossible. And yet the guns were suddenly out of her reach, as if it was like taking candy for her baby. Another movement caught her off guard and she felt her self tumble down the snow covered ground, the puppet pinned down to her with all it's strength. As a girl, what was she to do? Well, make a strategy of course. She obviously underestimated her opponent, but that was noting compared to his mistake. He had underestimated her. Obviously, she couldn't get out of here by words alone. The damage done to her wasn't grave, which meant that he disarmed her on purpose.

While her brain rummaged for tactics, the shadowed figure strode casually towards her.

"You know, having magical power don't make you any special from where I come... And it's somehow rude to point a gun at someone that is just sharing his through with you...

Sooooooo... What do you intend to do now? Fight back with your little toy? Or to whine on your fate a little longer?" His smile was empty, just as his words were. Yet, in his eyes there was... pity?

Who was he anyway? If she was to find out, she would've to kick his zombie ass before she got any questions. If he started to tell another terribly long story, she would rip his mouth from his ugly face. She concentrated her magical power. She muttered silently words that she memorized over and over again, thanks to her mom's magic training.

"Gefangen im Sturm..." She chanted in her head. "Atem Gangart: Aufruhr!"

A cyan blue seal appeared infront of her and released a concentrated pressure of wind that lifted the ugly ass puppet into the air and released her from it's grip. She touched the seal with her left arm and jumped sideways to reach for both her guns, bring the seal with her. On her way, her free arm touched the ground beneath his feet and she chanted in her head once more "Fühlen Sie sich den Zorn" and whispered the name of the spell "Feuer Gangart: Sturz". Nothing happened, but Yuuki knew that the spell succeeded. The wind blew away everything within it's path, the snow floating in the air before settling in the ground once more. She took her guns, and shot 4 rounds, two from each gun straight at the shadowed man. The bullets passed through the seal without trouble, but when they got to the wind pressure they shot out faster than normal and
went through the shadowed man's bottom. She hadn't a clue where they hit. The leg? The thingh? The groin?

All she knew was to take out his legs. Plus, the added speed from Atem Gangart: Aufruhr would've made them more powerful. She shot 5 more towards the Puppet who was about to fall to the ground, through the cyan blue seal once more. They erupted into more powerful shots and hit most of the puppet's joints.

"Hmmph." She said as she took out a long exasperated breath. "Well, this place isn't where you come from. And pointing a gun at someone isn't rude." She said with a berating tone her mother used on her a lot. " It is rude however, to attack someone who hasn't even attempted to attack you yet."

She pointed her guns at him once more, this time ready with a counter. She took off her shoes, and socks, to feel the ground better against her skin. She shivered at the touch of the snow. "But I guess that is a moot point now is it? Let's change the subject. Who are you?"

Akehiko's nerves were on the edge. Who did he think he was, coming down here, claiming preposterous things like this land belonging to some old witch of his, and then start attacking? She had enough. She wasn't gonna waste anymore of her time playing games with this stranger.

Yuuki followed his every step, as he moved from tomb to tomb.

"Killing me now? Not that you have either the guts or the power to do it anyways..." Just then something about him changed, and Yuuki could feel a tension in the air. A heavy feeling that seemed to weigh down on her consciousness. Maybe it was from too much exposure to the cold, or had the air been sucked out from her brain from this jacket?

"If you're so proud, then show me I was mistaking, just come at me, kid. Show me you're so called "power"." Yuuki couldn't believe these words had come out of his mouth, wherever it was. Much to her surprise, he let down all of his defenses and opened his arms wide as if he was about to give her a hug. Yuuki smiled, for she knew that somehow, even he wasn't that powerful. He was just playing with her. He had some sort of scheme in stored for her. And she would play right through it.

She smiled innocently, like when she wanted something from her father. She dropped the guns unto the snow, and she took of her jacket, revealing a lean athletic, yet sensual figure. Yes, even if she was wearing men/butler clothes.

She walked slowly, slithering through the snow like a snake. When she reached him, she started chanting in her head. "Fühlen Sie sich den Zorn..." she touched his chest, and moved up to his face. "You're right. Women do have power, and the power I have now is because I am a woman. Makes me curious how you found out though..." She inspected his face, which wasn't at all that bad. If he wasn't that old, and maybe with a nice personality to match, they might have gotten along well. " However, Men have the most power in the world. You are a living example. And that will be the cause of your own downfall." She kissed him in the lips, and chanted once more. Her hand slid from his chest, caressing his black clothing, until it reached his hips and slightly grazed on the groin area. She smiled playfully. "I'm not that kind of girl, if that's what you're thinking." She whispered in his ear.

"Gefangen im Sturm" then as she proclaimed the name of the spell, their lips separated. "Atem Gangart: Aufruhr"

A blue cyan seal appeared from beneath her and elevated her away from him. She landed quite far, reached out for her guns and shot another 5 rounds. She was almost out of bullets and this would be her last resort. She inhaled, whirled and took a few steps back into the direction of their house. "Verzicht"

At that moment, several explosions rocked the silence of the grave yard. She looked at her hand, as the light flashed behind her. She never wanted to touch a man ever again. She planted on in everyplace she had touched, the chest, the cheek, and then the groin. Three seals that although, not powerfull could still severely injure someone. If that man ever wanted a family, then too bad. Not her problem anymore.

She sighed.