Yami walked down the stairs leading to The underground Trains. He looked around reaching into a pocket inside his jacket. As he pulled out his hand, he pulled out a book that had the words "Magik" on the cover. The words were a gold color. The font was a century gothic roman type. It was fancy looking and at the same time old and raggedy. The cover itself was black and dusty. It had a gold outline to it. He flipped the pages with his fingers. "Levitate..." He says as the book begins to float in the air in front of him. He turns his fingers in the air, making the pages flip on their own as it seems.


He was looking though his spells, practicing them also. He rose his robotic right arm at the wall aiming at it. "Obliterate." He says as a ball of red glow formed in his hand. A beam came from the ball at the wall. The wall had a huge gapping dent in the wall. He was getting bored of himself, as he sits down on a bench that was facing the train tracks. Trains passes fiercely passed. He pulled out his book again flipping through the pages. He then made some static electricity come from the tips of the fingers on his robotic arm. They were just static electricity, nothing major. He put his book away and watched the trains pass.

Naraku continued to walk through the ghettos. The houses destroyed, the houses that weren't destroyed, were covered in graffiti. The streets were dead, as were the people on in or around the houses, or so it seemed. Naraku would continue to walk throught the streets, stepping in the puddles of the previous nights rain. The subway station seemed a great place to stop and work on his left arm, for the arm was damaged by the rains. Naraku would get to the door, and place his hand on the handle of the door. He would twist it, but the handle would stay in place. He would try to twist it again. But same as the last try, the handle stayed steadily in place. The skies were dark, and a cold rain began to come in.

Aggrivated as it is, Naraku would place a finger on a switch on his right arm, pushing up halfway. His arm would beep at least three times, and then it would grow. It wouldn't grow much, but enough to give him the strength of eight average sized men. Naraku would clench his fist, pull his arm back, and then thrust it at the door. The door would fly down the train station stairs, with a dent in it. Naraku would walk down the stairs. He would switch his right arm back to normal human strength. As he descended the stairs, he could feel a presence, this time it wasn't bad, it was good. But the presence was different, it didnt feel human, it felt like something else, like a magical force. As always, Naraku would unclip the holster, and place his hand on the gun. He would walk down the stairs slowly. He would turn his head around the doorway of the bottom of the stairs. He would see a boy, about 18, and a bit short.

He would pull out his gun, still behind the doorway of the stairs. Naraku would take out the magazine from the pistol. BTW, a magazine for a gun is just the gun cartaridge, or the thing that holds the bullet. He would pull up his right arm sleeve, and place the magazine in a slot on his forearm. The arm would get ready to beep, but Naraku would place his hand on the speaker, and stop the noise from exiting the speaker. Naraku would walks silently towards the figure, his cloth boots muffling the sound of the foot steps, making them seem un-hearable....

Yami was still flipping through the pages. He heard a loud bang, It sounded like a metal door flying through the air. Yami closed the book and put it away. He twisted some wires on his robotic arm making a gun from the top of his forearm. He pointed it up was he got out of the bench he was sitting in. He walked towards the sound he heard it from. He saw a man carrying a gun walking as well. His footsteps were silent.

Yami pointed his arm at the man. A train went by causing light to hit the area. A flash of light went by as the train did. Yami, still pointing his gun at the man, said, "What is your business here? Why do you have a gun out?" He said still pointing the gun at him. His arm was a rusty silver color. It was full of wires that hung out.

"My name is Naraku Ryouken. Im here to keep warm and out of the rain, and to fix my arm." Naraku would show his left arm, revealing a dark metallic black metal arm, with screens, and buttons. "And i am carrying a gun, because i am a assassin, in mission of finding Doctor Nogano of the Shade Corp." Naraku would put his gun in his holster, clipping it shut again. He would step a bit closer to the man."What are you, and what are you doing here? And why is there a hole in the wall...?"

Naraku would sit down on a bench. He would reach into his left chest pocket, pulling out some tools, such as screw drivers, and clippers, along with a laser tool. "While I fix my arm, talk... I got all the time in the world..." Naraku would unscrew some screws from his right arm. The wires would show out, an array of colors. He would begin to clip some of the wires, making his fingers move. Naraku would also start to laser his wires together. He would continue to work on his arm, waiting for the man to reply...

"I am Yami Kumori... I am a mage, I have a robotic arm because it was turned to ash in a house fire." He said as he pulled out a wire from his arm making the gun clip inside his arm. He took out his spell book and walked up to the man. He flipped to page 7. "Let me help you with that." He said raising his robotic arm to the man's broken one. He muddered words that weren't able to be heard. There was a green glow at the tips of his robotic fingers. This created a string coming from each finger going into the wholes and buttons of the broken arm. "All fixed. And who are you?" He said as he walked towards the train tracks.

He looked at the wall that had a gapping dent in it. "That was me practicing my magic. You see, I can only use magic out of my robotic arm. I have yet to figure out any other way. And some things I have to pull the wires on my arm." His arm was full of wires hanging out and the arm was all rusty. The arm was busted up some. "I never really work on my arm, It is fine as it is." He said. He pulled down his sleeve covering the arm. All that was able to see was the skeletal robotic hand. He was standing on the edge of the train tracks. He wasn't able to be hit though. He stood there waiting for a reply by this man.

"Once again, I am Naraku Ryouken. And thanks for fixing my arm." Naraku would release the magazine from his right arm, slipping it back into his unholstered pistol. He would watch Yami, analyzing his being. Reading his energy, and his power limits. Naraku would slip his tools back into his left chest pouch. "So you too, are a cyborg." Naraku would analyze his rusted arm. He would lower his head, and close his eyes, trying to find a solution for Yami.

" If you are willing to, I know a spot you can find some spare parts and wires for that arm." Naraku, would get up, and walk towards Yami. The pistol would lay on the bench. In his right thigh pocket, he would pull out a pouch, containing some metal scraps. The pouch was more of a burlap bag, the kind potatoes come in. Naraku would hold the bag out to him. "If not, take these they might do you some good. They are metal scraps i picked up, i can always get more. Also inside is a booklet, that will help you modify your arm." He would wait for a reply...