Hope in the Shadows

Week by week

Hey me again! I would Just like to give a quick thanks to those who have taken the time out of their days to read my story. That's it.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yugioh Zexal. Someday though * Rubs piggy bank *

Last time we were able to finally find out the truth as to what the other types of vampires really are. Now on with the story!

After we got out Yuma handed me some clothes that I'd never seen before. They were light brown with a very soft feel to them. " In case you're wondering they're made from the pelts of the mountain lions that I usually catch for dinner. So is everything else that's fabric around here, including the rest of our clothes and the stuff that makes up our beds. Didn't really want to be wasteful so we found uses for as many parts of it as we could. We also dye them to make it a little less boring then just brown but you really needed something other then those dirty clothes to wear. I promise we'll make more clothes and dye them purple or any color you want later. Now come on we really should be getting back to the others before they get into too much trouble.

Yuma wasn't kidding when he said that we should get to the other before they got into trouble. As soon as we got back we found Mist and Astral nearly tearing each other limb from limb. Apparently it was over the fact that Mist squashed a spider that Astral was " studying to figure out other possible uses for it's organic thread. " which pretty much just meant he was watching it spin a web. How those two can fight over something so insignificant is beyond me. " Welcome to my world Shark. " God dammit Yuma! Stop doing that! Yuma started holding his ears and screaming, " Ow ow ow! Shark that hurt! " Serves you right for going into my personal space. " Fine I'll sop. For now." He have me another one off those devilish smirks before turning his attention back to the other two. " Come on you two break it up. Before I break it up for you!" That made them stop real fast.

Another week has passed since I started living here with Yuma, Astral, and Mist. I'm also still working on getting my body back to a hundred percent. Apparently even though Yuma was able to heal my woods completely to keep me from dying my body still suffered from a lot of shock from the attack and near death experience that not even Yuma was able to fully heal. But with some exercise and practice I should be going strong in no time. Yuma has even been helping me get my reflexes back by putting me in sparing matches with Astral and Mist. He said that he wouldn't fight me until I was at a hundred and ten percent because any less and I wouldn't be worthy of fighting him. I'll show him though. I'll get a lot stronger and make him eat those words! " In You're dreams! " God dammit Yuma! I told you to stop that! " And I heard you. I just didn't listen to you. " He then gave me yet another of those smirks. Damn him. Damn him and his smirks.

About a week later something came to my mind out of the blue. " Hey Yuma do you know anything about the Shadow Prince? "
" The what? " he asked giving me a dumb confused look kind of like the one he used to have before all of this happened. I had learned the hard way that bringing up the Yuma of the past was a really good way to get on his nerves and is what set him off the first day I woke up when he stormed out of the room. Luckily Yuma had taught me how to put a barrier around my mind. It wasn't strong enough to keep Yuma out if he really wanted to get in but it served as a way to tell him that I didn't want him snooping around my mind at that moment.

" The Shadow Prince. It's someone that a few of the other elite have seen or heard of out on their missions. Someone who has shown up a few times to go after some really strong Necrophiles that probably would have killed them otherwise. They say he is draped in a cloak made of shadows and carries around a huge scythe so that he looks like death incarnate. " I then look to Yuma expectantly. The way he, Astral, and Mist eyed each other I could tell they new something and were trying to figure out exactly how much I should know. The last time that happened I ended up finding out three years later that Yuma was some kind of super strong vampire.

After a little while Yuma gave a deep sigh and turned to me. " It was probably the Noblesse. Yuma could probably see it on my face how lost I was at that moment. " The Noblesse is pretty much the ruler of all vampires. With vampires it's kind of like a monarchy with a certain blood line as the ruler. The noblesse were chosen to be in charge because all of their ancestors are Eternals. It is also threw this blood line that the blood scythe, the weapon your fellow Elite most likely saw which is a type of soul weapon, has been passed down carrying with it the power and souls of its previous owners. Other families similar in heritage but not as strong also have soul weapons. But the Noblesse don't technically rule anymore though because the last living Noblesse is now part human and has lost the respect of the other families. He is now hunted down by those wanting to steal his blood and power at any cost. Now come on it's time for bed "

" I think Astral and Mist have beaten us to it." I say pointing in their direction where they sleep curled up next to each other. Yuma takes a picture as we both try to keep ourselves from laughing out loud and waking them. Then we leave to go to bed with a slight wave and good night to each other.

AN: Well that's all for now. Don't forget to comment! ^  ^