Part 21

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He walked endlessly. Not knowing where he was going nor did he really care at this point. He didn't care about anything at this point, just about satisfying the urge for blood, the urge to kill again. Even though he had just slaughtered every villager from the land of Frost, he still wanted more..... No, he needed more. He was still depleted of power, he had not ounce of chakra left. Not even a little bit, yet he was still walking around. He should have been more... well....dead. But he isn't exactly normal and as an Elementalist you can derive power from everything around him, just enough to keep him alive. It also didn't help that he hasn't slept since he left his home. He was tired, hungry, depleted of chakra and almost powerless at the moment. 

His wolf, who had introduced himself as 'Yukata Hire' or Kata as Yuri likes to call him, starts yapping at the boy. 'Danger! Danger! Danger!' the wolf howls out inside Yuri's head. But it was already too late. A dark chuckle came from one side, an evil laugh from the other. "What do we have here?" A large balding male says appearing in front of the boy. "If it isn't Shiroi Akuma, the little white devil who took out an entire village in less then an hour. I'm impressed." the other male, who had a large scar running through his left eye and all the way through the right corner of his lips, said. The man with the scar was skinny and tall, with a continuous malicious grin etched upon his face and brown hair. The other male was burly, bald and had a beard and mustache but not looking less evil than the other one. "Baaaaka" Yuri says, making both men laugh maniacally "What are you going to do, huh? You used up all your power" the bald one says "You are coming with us, whether you like it or not." the one with the scar adds.  

A third one appears from seemingly nowhere, he had short shaggy black hair and seemed to be no older than sixteen. "He's all yours, Yato" the man with the scar says, the boy looks at the child with pitty in his eyes. "Hai" he says with a nod towards the scarred man 'I'm sorry' he mouthed towards the child before him, before starting to make some signs and making some strange fog appear. Yuri's eyes started to droop a little as his head started to feel a little fuzzy. As if on instinct he clapped his hands together and a torpedo of wind flew made his attackers fly back a little. There wasn't enough power behind it to do much more, because he simply didn't have the energy to do so even if it didn't use any chakra. Still it was enough to throw them of their game and gave him a chance to run and run he did.

He ran and ran and ran as fast as he could, but he wasn't fast enough... "What are you laying around for, boy! Catch him, Yato!" The bald man growled. The boy screamed out in pain as the seal on his belly burned. He looked at the white flash that was quickly moving away from them. 'Wow, he's fast' Yato thought. He sighed and did the signs to release the fog in front of him and sent it after the boy. Yuri looked behind him to see that they weren't following. Then he saw the fog come up fast behind him. His eyes widened and he started pushing even harder to run even faster than he already did, both fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. It started to snow, which caused his assailants to look up at it with confusion as the sun was shining and it had been extremely hot not even a second ago. The fog caught up and soon his legs gave out. He groaned out in pain, his going in and out of focus. He couldn't move. Not even his fingers or his toes, nothing. The bald man and the one with the scar laughed manically as the latter threw the white haired child over his shoulder. The older boy gave the child a pained expression. "I'm truly sorry" Yato whispered. Yuri, with his exceptional hearing, heard. Yuri tried to stay awake, stay conscious. But darkness was creeping up on him, the fog in his head became worse. Yuri felt his eyes grow heavy. He was fighting to stay awake, but he was losing a battle he couldn't possibly win.  His eyes fell shut and darkness engulfed him and again he was thrown into his worst nightmare. A memory. About the day he lost his clan, his village, his family....

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