Disclaimer: Really is there a point in me doing this every bloody chapter? I mean I already said I don't own anything of Samurai Deeper Kyo… What do you want to do? Rub it in my face? That isn't a very nice thing to do. . . (sulks)

Piece of Paper. . . .Puppies in Pink. . . Plates of Perkiness. . . . Pictures of Perfection. .

Italics: " means flash back thoughts and inner thoughts"

Non Italics: " means everything else"

Ummm . . . I forgot what I was talking about. . .

Thanks to:

WolfWoods: I shall update. (wait's a moment) I now, have updated. Thank you for liking my story. (bows happily)

Lady Water: Oh but I am insane. Quite insane indeed. . .

BloodRose: I shan't forget to update! I shan't! I'll always remember to update, I'll just be too lazy to do so. . . Usually, I have to be too lazy too do something else before I update. Sometimes I may update before then. But I am a fast updater because I am quite lazy.

Mao: Thank you, I was worried about it. I'll try to use less vocabulary.

Pirotessa: NightWish is awesome.

Silver Helix: Lol, I should type a story involving hotel keys and lemon pledge. . . Oh yeah, it would be brilliant.

Tigeriskitty: You know you'd know if I used incorrectly conjugated Japanese terms. . . Don't lie. . . You'd know (wide eyes) and then the Nacho King would come and steal Kyo's boxers and devour them.

Bailong and Kasuhiro: I munch on granola bars. I like music. I have a tendency to fall down at sporadic moments. I like the words paraphernalia and plethora. I devour souls. I am Lucifer's Receptionist.

Noelle 3: Yay! People noticed my vast Japanese-y goodness. . . WHEE! (explodes with happiness and then passes out) Man, I am so prone to random outbursts I should be hospitalized. . . . anyways… thanks for liking my chapter!

Kyo: (sips on sake)

RoguesHeart: (takes a picture of this moment)

Kyo: (blinks rapidly in confusion)

RoguesHeart: (takes advantage of this moment by documenting it on paper)

Kyo: (strangles a puppy)

RoguesHeart: (stares awkwardly)

Kyo: (skips happily on the veranda)

RoguesHeart: (faints)

Okay enough randomness. . . On with the story.

Recap: Yuya and Kyo are having an ordinary fight. . . You know the usual. . . The ones that end up in someone crying in the corner about the injustice of the world and all. . . . (grawl)

The beginning of this chapter is a flashback. Okay? Got it? Good.

One to Protect (Mamotte Ageru)

Saga 3: Viscera

" Deliver the pained

Souls of a broken

Heart to the healer

Of a thousand wounds ."

Dazzling rays of sunlight pierced through the soft white clouds of the newly dawning day. The content sounds of Yuya's happy singing resonated into the air, providing the milieu of her surroundings to sway underneath her blissful exhilaration. Today was her 11th birthday and her outa-san told her that he had a very special present for her.

It had been so long since either of them ever had a moment of peace. With Hiroshi's constant training and Yuya's incessant geisha lessons; they had absolutely no time for any sort of family bonding.

Her brother, Shiina Hiroshi, was a man of honor and valor. His blade had been thought to be forged deep within the blazing flames of his gentility. Never could he ever give into the enticing temptations graced upon his equals. It had been rumored that he didn't even have a single deceitful bone in his body; blankly put, if ever a man, such as himself, were to spout any sort of lies, the abyss would close in on itself allowing for all the demons of jingoku to roam freely upon the terrain of earth. He was a younger man, only in his early twenties. His features worthy of grasping the attention of many young ladies that ever had the chance to grace their eyes upon his statuesque form. His eyes were a startling forest green that glistened brightly whenever his mind where to venture into thoughts of ancient combat. His russet brown hair falling casually against the left side of his face, shielding his other eye from public view.

Shiina Yuya, was a blossoming young maiden soon to take her role in society as an elegantly established woman. After being taken under the wing of Lady Sansui, she was to say "forcefully" made into the novice of the gods. She shared similar features of her brother, her sense of honor and modesty overwhelming plain logic. Continuously impassioned by the thoughts that someday she would join her brother in combat, she educated herself in secret. The skills of martial artists and familiar swordsmen always gripping upon the very tip of her tongue. Though she were entirely too young to actual compete in any sort of tournament or war, she did know enough of the basics to allow her enough leeway in the world.

Under the cover of nightfall both siblings would spar against each other, weighing in any future lapses that could possibly hinder them later on in life.

Sorry I ran out of time… I'll finish it tomorrow I believe.. I may have missed a few people in my review responses... For that I am quite sorry. I will make sure I recognize you in the next chapter.

Review for me anyways please