A voice of wretched pain ripped through the darkness of the desert night.
Kairas Yamishito dropped to his knees, gripping the spot just over his right lung.
So much pain boggled his mind, made his vision blur, gave hallucinations of his mother's face.
His mother.
Myra was his drive for the burning hatred he felt for his father. If not for that man, their family would still be together. They would be happy, would've lived normal and dealt with any problems together.
Instead, his mom was gone. His sister was nowhere to be found, along with their father, and his only brother, his brother who he loved so much, viewed him as an enemy.
As evil.
The thought alone once again blocked out the pain, replacing it with a stream of silent tears. There was burning in his body, a faint voice reaching into his mind, calling his name.
Kairas raised his head from the sand, looking around. "Takabi," He asked, voice echoing in the distance. "My brother?"
His feelings were so conflicted. Takabi took a stand that was neither with him, nor against him. He had the option to kill, yet never took it. He thought his debt was repaid when he helped against Erodon, but it seemed that wasn't the case. He went on his own for the past few months, traveling the world and eventually ended up drawn to the endlessness of the Egyption desert.
This pain in his body grew more intense. Something was different about this spasm. Many of the ones before lingered for a couple minutes then passed.
This one was excruciating pain, so much that Kairas began to dig into his own rib cage and searched for the gem planted there. "Where is it?! Where the hell is it?!"
A cloud of intense rage entered his mind as he ripped his bloody fingers from his body, clutching his head and screaming in severe anguish.
Green ice shot up around him, endless cold burst from his pores like a bubble. The left side of his body was covered in green tattoos, his left eye glowed a slightly darker green color than his natural eyes. His self inflicted wound healed up, the pain fading away as the tattoos and ice did. He fell on his side, breathing heavily before weakly picking himself back up later. The anger is mind passed subtly, and the calm nature of his thoughts returned.
"It's getting… Worse.." He touched his side. "I can't remove it either. The longer this thing is bonded to me, the worse these pains get. Seven years and now the dark power is starting to stir." He clutched himself tightly. "That's a sign trouble was brewing in the world for sure. If it's this bad for me, how bad is it for him, I wonder."
He looked towards the starry sky, feet slowly carrying him forward. His heart, metaphorically, lay shattered. He had his goals, and had his wants. Takabi's words constantly rang in his head, and from that day they made him doubt his previous actions.
Light. Being pure never was lost on him, but for what he wanted it didn't seem necessary. Kairas stopped walking and took a look around. The desert was empty except for him. Or so he thought.
The sand began to stir. Caving in, Kairas leapt into the air, eyes watching a large hand reach out. Sand poured from its large, burly body, its white eyes locked with Kairas', nose wrinkling as it sniffed and caught his scent.
"Gem… GEMS," The creature cried with a distorted voice.
Kairas landed on his feet as the creature rushed at him.
Pure muscle. No sex organ to identify gender. Eleven feet tall with greyish skin and visible blue veins.
It swung its large arm down, Kairas leaping over and around it, green lightning surging around his hand as he cut the creature's throat clean across. It stopped moving for a moment, but soon quickly grabbed his coat and picked him up.
"GEMS!! GEMS," It cried with a bloody gargle.
"Ice Prison." Kairas muttered, thrusting his hand aside and encasing the creature in pure black ice. He flipped, freeing himself and landing on his feet. As he watched the creature, a single question lurked in his mind.
"What the hell is a Hunter doing in Egypt?"