• Zabuza gagged. he had sensed the demons presence from the village, half a mile away... but now he could SMELL it. The demon's power came in waves of intense pressure, causing Zabuza's Elementall Connection with Wind to shift, meaning he couldnt use his abilities to their full potential. He carried on however, even though the stench got unbearable as he approached the little shrine engulfed in trees. He saw the Red Guardians hiding in the brush, watching him pass by. Red Guardians were incredible fighters, and very expensive. Whoever owned this province had money to spare. Money Zabuza needed for 'travelling expenses'. He clutched a hand to his nose as the smell worsened, it smelled vaguely of rotting meat, stagnant mud, and frogspawn. However, as he stepped out of the moonlight and into the shack, the smell and pressure dissapeared. He advanced into the small room cautiously, waiting for a movement. he heard a rustle from his left, and turned to defend himself from... a child. The kid was opening up a window, and let in some moonlight. Zabuza had expected a gaping maw and insane yellow eyes from a demon of this calibur, but perhaps this was the demons power... was it so great that it could change to imitate a human form? "Hey." said the boy, inturrupting Zabuza's chain of thought. "What the hell is the matter with you, cant you wait till morning to barge into my house?" "Um..." Zabuza stuttered. "Sorry?".The boy began again. "Mm. S'okay." he muttered sleepily. "Im Kirisaki. who're you?" Zabuza wondered if this might be a trap. maybe the demon could gain sway over you by knowing your name... he had heard of demons like that once, though this boy had no demonic aura about him. He told him his name. "Zabuza. Im Zabuza." "Hmm." said Kirisaki. "Nice to meet you. Hey," he paused. "Could you bring me something to eat? Im starving. The villagers think i feed on negative emotions and blood." he snorted."They wont give me anything." Zabuza stared. He knew that NO demon would ever even TOUCH human food. He reached in his pack to get a rice ball he had saved from the Inn, when suddenly a Red Gaurdian burst through the door and snatched it away. "HEY!" Zabuza cried. "WHAT THE HELL!" The Red Gaurdian simply shook his head and pointed at Kirisaki. He was sitting down with his chin on his fist, looking even more miserable than he was when Zabuza had come in, and he was glaring hatred at the Red Gaurdian. Literally. Zabuza gasped when he saw that Kirisaki's eyes were no longer the deep blue that they were before, now they were pale, and flaked with red, which slowly took on the form of symbolls glowing in the night. Zabuza turned back to the Gaurdian, who was now accompanied by the other eleven, all quivering with fear. That was bad. Zabuza had seen Red Gaurdians stand in front of entire armies alone, and not bat an eyelash. He had seen them in front of rampaging dragons, and never falter. To see one shaking in his skin from sheer terror at a CHILD... this was bad, bad news. Kirisaki growled at them. "OUT." they stayed, with the exception of one, who yelped and ran out of the door. "i said... OUT!!!" Kirisaki bellowed, his eyes flaring ruby red, this time getting up and suddenly seeming much taller than before...

    CONTINUED LATER (Merry Christmass =D )