Prologue- Eleven Years Ago

Mystical Blue Fire

Disclaimed

I had to go back. I'm not sure how long, for the first time in a long time, I'm really not sure, but I just know I do. I need to go back, for my own sake. Maybe to the very beginning; nearly twenty-six years ago. I had been planning for so long, making everything perfect, and it had all worked. I outsmarted everyone, but I tangled myself up in a web that I can't get out of. I had counted on everything, come up with so many contingency plans, nothing could catch me off guard.

Except this.

I accounted for everything someone else could do. But I never considered what I might end up doing. I was supposed to be the independent variable, the only thing absolutely assured throughout everything, but instead I end up being the single problem.

It might have started with my conception, the first time I breathed in real air, or the day my father brought me to work with him, when I saw a darker side of life. It could be when my mother died, the lone person who seemed to care about me, and made time for me. Or when I met my Sensei, or developed my kekkei genkai, but…no, I know when it was.

It was eleven years ago, when I first met the gaki. When I met the first person who cared about me, a complete stranger, and bothered to ask if I was going to be okay. It was eleven years ago, when a little blond brat wormed his way into my heart (like a leech, or a rash you can't get rid of), and made me care.

I have to go back to that day. I have to examine everything. No matter how seemingly insignificant. I need to do this, to make sure it wasn't my fault. To help me make a decision.

I need to know what I should do. And this is the only way. To go back to the day it began.

Eleven years ago, in the Red Light District.

I remember it clearly. It was a particularly bad day for me, everyone really, because it was October 10, but I didn't really care about that. I was intent on going to a bar and getting drunk, but, now that I think about it I'm not really sure what made me leave the club that night…

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I decided on a better first chapter than the one I had. Wanted you all to know that I WILL NOT (or at least I'm trying my hardest not to) develop a Mary-Sue. If I start to, PM me and I'll either explain or change it. Mary-Sue's are my biggest weakness, I hate them, but I can't seem NOT to write one. That's why I'm using demons in my other stories. They have more life experience, therefore make less mistakes, and can be handsome/beautiful without be labeled a 'Mary-Sue' or a '...Guy Mary-Sue' Anyway, read and review.