AN: Hi. It’s me, darkhjustice aka harnessthemagic. This is the story of Sizura (you can find him in Animanium) my OC who is the love of my life :p. As I decided to write his life story, I was inspired to write a little about his past first, a prologue if you will, about what happened with his parents. Enjoy:

Chapter 1:

It was a clear blue day in spring when he first saw her.

He had been on the prowl for hours, looking for the next mistress that he would then forcibly take to his harem. He was a man with no name, with long, sleek, silver hair, and eyes as dark as night. He was beautiful by any standards, and could easily be mistaken for a woman. It was because of this that they called him “it”.

It wasn’t that he didn’t have a name; he’d just grown tired of using it and in turn, deliberately forgotten it. He instead called himself “Ito”.

She was strolling in the park, her perfect pixie-cut hair complementing her slender body. She seemed aware that she was being watched, but she didn’t let herself get distracted. As she passed Ito’s hiding-spot in the bushes, he caught a whiff of her floral perfume.

Ito saw this as his opportunity and stepped out of the bushes, hoping that an intimidation tactic would sway her into coming with him without too much noise.

“Hello,” he said smoothly, “what is your name?”

She stared at him a moment, her ice-blue eyes widening with recognition. This man was the mass murderer she’d heard about who apparently no one could catch because of his awesome power. The news story had described him as tall and slender, with “elfish” ears. They had no photographs of him, because he would murder any who came close enough to take a picture. He supposedly channeled energy into a physical form which he would use to blow up buildings and wreak havoc. She had thought that the story was ridiculous, and yet here he was.

He frowned, then with a sudden movement, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her in tightly. “Listen, missy,” Ito growled, “you’re coming with me whether you like it or not. Now, are we going to play nice, or am I going to kill you here right now in front of these people?” She looked up at him, and her face hardened. “You think you can kill me?” she spat, “Do you seriously want to take me on?”

Ito was shocked at first, and then he became exceptionally annoyed. “Do you even know who I am?!” he asked through clenched teeth, “Of course you do. You know I could slash you to bits right here on this sidewalk. You dare to defy ME?!”

She glared at him, but before she could retort, she saw a flash of silver as Ito had moved behind her. Her world turned blurry as the tranquilizer took effect….

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Ito looked down at the now limp body in his arms. After the girl had fainted, he had slung her over his shoulder and taken off to the sky. It was a peculiar skill that he had, being able to fly without wings, but a useful one indeed.

The pair landed in a dark room of an abandoned warehouse. Ito laid the girl on the table, deciding whether or not to have his way with her in her state of unconsciousness. Certainly, it was standard procedure, but Ito had a little bit of respect for this one. Rarely had a woman defied him, and never before had one challenged him like this one had. He looked at her fondly, lying on the table, and decided that this girl would be a fun one. He would wait until she awoke to rape her, but first he needed to make some necessary changes to the situation.

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The girl woke slowly, hoping that the first thoughts streaming into her head were the traces of a crazy dream. When she had fully opened her eyes, she realized that she was strapped to a chair in a dimly lit room, with a strong odor which she could not place. She wiggled, but could not free herself from her rope bindings. The girl glanced around, sensed no one, and closed her eyes. She focused all her energy into her left palm, and a little ball of light appeared there. She quietly burned off the rope, putting out the fire that accompanied it.

“Wow. You can do that too? I wish I could.” a voice said out of nowhere.

The girl jumped. She had thought that she’d been alone. “Hello?” she asked cautiously.

“Hi!” the voice answered, and a figure appeared from the shadows. It seemed to be a woman, except that she had large chunks of flesh missing from her otherwise rotund body. She’d been maimed; her left arm was missing. Her flesh was scarred, almost as if she’d nearly escaped a bout with some deadly animal. “My name is Alice, what’s yours, honey?”

The girl was startled, but answered, “Liani. Liani Hashimoto. Pleased to meet you.” Alice chuckled, tossing back her maroon hair. “Boy, for a girl with such an Asian name you sure don’t look like it. What, is your hair naturally that blond?”

Liani nodded, and then said, “My father was half-Japanese, that’s how I got my name.” she hesitated, eyeing Alice’s wounds, then asked, “so… what’s going on here?”

Alice sighed. “It seems as if you are his, and by his, I mean Ito’s, new mistress, honey. The other few have just died recently, and I’m clearly on my own way out.” Liani then realized that the room she was in was nothing more but a cell, in a seemingly makeshift dungeon. “What do you mean, his mistress?” Liani asked, a slight undertone of anger in her voice, “I’m not going to be anyone’s mistress.” She paused. “What did you mean by I ‘can do that too’?”

Alice glanced around quickly, then said “Don’t you go letting him see that you’ve got that… that… whatever it is. He likes to use it to intimidate us, but you seem to have a good handle on it.” Liani hesitated, and then asked slowly “is… that where those wounds are from?”

The look on Alice’s face next was one of sheer horror mixed with pain. “No, no, honey, don’t you mind those. Those were from…”

Alice was interrupted by the sound of a door unlocking. Their master had come.