I just did this story because I got bored. This is one of the few first person stories that I do, and I'm kind of proud of it. ^^ Hope you enjoy.

-Green eyes-

-by: Link-chan-

-Chapter 1-

-POV: Akito Akiyama-

Green eyes flew open as the owner hears the beating of wings behind him. Turning around, white feathers fall around him, but the winged being is nowhere in sight.

That is all I can remember of my childhood now. No, that is wrong. That is all I choose to remember of my past. The rest…the rest is something that I want to forget and never remember. That is just how bad the life of a demon is. I don't want to be one, but it's not as if I have a choice though, being born the son of the king of all demons. I get respect, and nothing but it. I want more, though. Friends…Ha! That's funny. I fooled you, didn't I? I made you think demons needed friends, needed something more beyond the killing…the bloodshed. We don't. I don't. I don't need anyone. Never have, never will. 

He climbs out of bed, showers, and then pulls on a royal ceremonial outfit. He has to be sworn in today as one of the high-class demons, gaining full and complete control over all his demonic powers. That would be the next step in becoming king of all demons. The last step, oh he would love to be the one who pulled off the last step. It would be for the king of all demons to either die of natural causes or to be murdered by some demon slayer. Alas, he could not be the one to accomplish that. He would get the throne, and more respect from his subjects than one could ever imagine, but his mother, the she-devil, would be quite cross with him.

I am only fifteen right now, going on sixteen in just a few hours. Yes, that is right. Today, I am going to be sixteen; this ceremony is to make it true. Whatever. I just want to get it over with, because today, I can sense something big is going to happen to me. Something that I have been waiting for…ever since that one day when I was twelve. Oh, I can remember it as if it were only yesterday. That boy…he must have been two years younger than me. He looked so frightened…or that's how I saw him. That's right, he wasn't scared at all, just in a great deal of pain. He was covered in blood, and as a demon, I found that quite…appealing to say the least. He had shoulder length dirty blond hair, and big deep blue eyes. He was thrown on me right when I knocked on the door of the mayor's house in North Town. I forget what he had said to me…it has been a long time since then, but I could sense that they had hurt the boy in some way. He was an elf, of course, I could tell that right away. His hair was baby fine, and he had elfin eyes, pale skin. He told me that he's just fine, and he thanked me for having caught him. He went to get up, but fell back on top of me. He tried to save face, but I saw him flinch right before he regained his composure.

I close my eyes, trying to remember just how the boy had looked, but a loud knock on my door interrupts my thoughts, "Who is it?" I asked.

"Akito!" that's my mother, she can be sweet…at times, but she is not one to cross, and she is very easy to cross. I walk over to the door, and pull it open, looking down at her. I'm 6'1", and she's only 5'5", so I have to look down to her when she speaks, which is why she makes me sit down a lot so that she can be taller than me, "You are going to be late for the ceremony." she says. I nod, and walk down the hallway, past her.

I really don't feel like going to this ceremony. I just want to lay on my bed and think about that boy I met when I was younger. He should be fourteen by now…but he is an elf, he could be older than me, much older. I sigh. Who cares? It's not like I would be able to see him again anyway. He's an elf, and I'm a demon. Those type of relationships never work out. There was this one…but the demon was murdered, and no one knows what became of that elf. I'm lying to you again. We know what happened to that elf. He is now the ruler of Avalon, thanks to my father that is. It is a long story that would take a lot of time to explain, time that I just do not have at the moment. I open the throne doors, just to hear a bloodcurdling scream behind me, and one in front of me. I recognize both of them at that moment. The first one was my mother's and the other, my father's. For a moment, I ponder what could have made them both scream, but that moment is interrupted by blood splattering my face. My father's head rolled to a stop at my feet, and his body stood in front of me, still standing. I widen my forest green eyes, and stare in shock, feeling my father's blood drip down my chin and onto the blood red carpet. A figure in front of me, dressed in a long black hooded cloak, spins a scythe around, and stares at me for a moment. I freeze. I don't know what to do, what to say. I am just standing there like an idiot. The figure bows to me and disappears, leaving me to fall to my knees.

I must say I was in complete and total shock. On the day of my sixteenth birthday, both my parents are murdered. How many people can say that happened to them? I sit there on the carpet, in utter disbelief. Who was that cloaked figure that just killed my father in front of me, bowed, and disappeared? So many questions run through my head, too fast for me to latch onto one and analyze it. Still covered in my father's warm blood, I get to my feet, shaking from the shock of the sudden attack. I let out the breath that I have been holding, and look around. Kings and queens from all around are there, be it of their own free will, or forced by my parents. That's when I saw him. Standing near a window with a small golden crown lying on his soft dirty blond hair, his deep blue eyes huge from shock. The boy from my childhood, the one person in the world who I chose not to forget. So, he was a royal. Looking at the people around him, it seems that he is the king of his land either by age, or by his parents passing away. Hoping for the latter, I wipe the blood from my face, and make my way for the throne, stepping over my father's body. When I reach the blood red throne, the boy in the corner steps in front of me, and bows.

"Your Highness, in light of recent events," he started, his voice sounding as if it belonged to an angel, "you should now be king of Fukumaden. Alas, I am only the leader of the high elfin council of Avalon, and can only have you sworn in if you complete a task appointed to you by the late king's right hand man."

Avalon? He seems to young to be of the high elfin council. It is said that the youngest member of the council is seven-hundred-and-fifty, and if this is true…

"Who are you?" I ask, knowing that he would be shocked by the question.

"I am prince Okami Yami Cloud, son of Robin Cloud and Naoko Li, ruler of Avalon, and leader of the high elfin council." replied Okami.

Okami Yami Cloud…? Robin Cloud, but that’s the man who liberated the elves from Fukumaden, meaning…his father, Robin, was the one who fell in love with the demon. I wonder if he knows about them. He has to be younger than me, Robin Cloud didn’t meet Naoko Li until after I was born.

The way he carries himself…so confident. I must say that I am quite impressed with the little half elf. However, there's something more in his blood. Something darker than he lets on, I think he could have some demonic blood in him.

His deep blue eyes search my forest green ones for a moment, and he finally lets out a sigh, "I know that Celestials and demons do not get along, but I have to be here, or you cannot become king."

He took my silence the wrong way. He must think I hate him right now, I don’t want that. I…I…I think I might…

"Do not worry, Prince Okami," says a voice from the left side. It's Shinobi Taketori, my father's right hand man, "but I must ask you, does Prince Akito have your blessing to become king?"

Okami spun around to face Taketori, as if to draw his sword, and defend himself from any attack Taketori might unleash on him. I, of course, would let no harm come to this boy. I finally found him after all my waiting, all my dreaming…

"Of course he has my blessing. He has the elfin council's blessing to become king of Fukumaden."

"And why is that?" asked Taketori, advancing on the boy. I take a step forward myself, closing the gap between Okami and I.

"Because Fukumaden needs a ruler like him." replied the boy, taking a step toward me. I don't know if he was aware of the move, but he did seem to trust me more than a half elf should.

"And why is that? Don't you find it odd that on the day he is supposed to be sworn in that both his parents die, and you just happen to be here."

"What are you implying?" asked Okami, defensively, "Are you saying that I was the one who murdered them?"

"You being a mercenary is no secret to the demon world, and we know how many demons you have killed." the crowd around them began whispering and nodding at this, making Taketori smile with glee.

Okami let out a soft growl deep in his throat that only I could hear.

"If I was just invited here to be criticized about being a mercenary, then I shall be on my way very soon." he narrowed his eyes, "I do not kill out of cold blood, I killed those demons because they were hurting people. My half brother is part demon, and I love him just as much as I love my full brother."

"Don't sugarcoat the truth-"

"I'm not sugarcoating the truth! This is how it is, and whether you believe me or not, is none of my business." he takes a breath, "I am merely here to make sure that the prince is sworn in, and now it seems, that he will be king of Fukumaden as well."

I was so surprised by his words, I couldn't speak, not that I had said much of anything. Okami turned to me, and jumped a little when he noticed just how close we were standing. I saw a light blush creep onto his cheeks, but he was determined not to look away, "You have the blessing of the elfin council." he stood on tiptoes, and whispered into my ear, "You have…my blessing most of all, koi." he pulled away, smiling, "I feel a bit unwanted here. So I should go now before someone tries to kill me." he nods to me, takes a few steps from me, and disappears in a storm of angel feathers.

"Prince Akito, after everyone has gone back to their kingdoms, I wish to speak with you about your task." said Taketori, and he walked away, most likely to get someone to clean up my parents' bodies.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. I was so happy to have finally meet Okami once more, that I couldn't remember what I was doing or saying, but I can tell you that my behavior was very un-demonlike.

"Ah, Prince Akito, how good of you to come." said Taketori as I walk into his office. I cross my arms as I stand in the entrance.

"I really did not have a choice, now did I? The task I must complete is handed out by the late king's right hand man." I said, coolly, "What is that task?"

"I want you to kill a Starmaker."

"Starmaker? But that's the task for Stardestroyers." I say, confused. Starmakers are very rare. They have to have the blood of an elf and the blood of a Celestial…wait. Isn't Okami…? He couldn't possibly want me to…I-I can’t do that.

"There is a certain Starmaker that I want you to kill."

"And…who exactly do you want me to murder?" I ask, already knowing the answer, but I don't want to have to kill him. I think I might be…

"Prince Okami Yami Cloud." my heart must have stopped. It felt as if my world had just shattered, "And to help you forget your meeting with him today…" he reached under his desk and threw something into my eyes. I fell to the ground, unconscious.