Waking up to a figure just standing there watching her in a protective manner. Sanura looked at her with questioning gaze just barely stopping herself from screaming. The shadow stood there unfazed until she realized that the girl could see her. "I need to get use to that." Sanura looked at the window to see the sunrise through the buildings. "I've done this every morning since you were a child Zahur."

"It's Sanura." With a glare that could kill she snapped at her "guardian angel." So this was the owner of the voice that has been haunting her these past few days. No more like years apparently.

The figure wore leather and a lot of it. The leather pants were worn low around the waist with a cape that attached to the pants that nearly closed in the middle. Her shirt if you want to call it that. Was like a crop top that hugged under her bust. There were a lot of straps that give off a feeling of bondage. One thick strap ran down middle up to her neck and around it. There was a strap in the middle across being connected to the other strap with a metal ring. There was one on her breast being held the same as the one on her waist. There were straps on her arms as well. Though they did not connect to the strap that was held by the neck. The straps on her arms end on her upper arm just under the shoulder and went to her fingers. With cross straps on the top, above the elbow and one below, then one on her hand and fingers. There were rings there as well where the straps crossed. Bright and lively eyes of green unlike the girl's own grey that seemed worn and dead and for a shadow to have blue hair, blue hair.

She got out of bed -not going to ask about the hair nor eyes- to get breakfast. Just like she always done, the shadow followed the young girl. "I have always called you Zahur, it's Egyptian for-"

"Flower," Cutting in on the shadow. "I know.....If you have been with me all my life-mph" Went the young one as the shadow covered her mouth. "Shush, little one. Hush, little one. Nothing is different than it once was." Sanura ripped her face out of the Shadows hand. -Say nothing about being called little.- She chanted in her head. "Are the bullies talking to you again?" With a twitch of the younger's eyebrow she knew she was right. "Your not going to do anything about it."

"I will, for it is your birthday."

'Crap.' Went through the black haired girl's mind. She forgot -did not even care forgot. Ao was going to plan something. Sweat dropped as the thoughts of what he might do. The shadow chuckled and rufflde Sanura's hair. "You should get ready. I know Kala well he will be here soon." The shadow explained. Heeding the words she ran up the stairs to get dressed. The shadow was left chuckling in the smoke left behind her wake. "Oh Zahur, how so pure you are, let me take the darkness for you. That is my gift to you. It has been since brith."

"We are here~!" A voice yelled at the door breaking focus for the two girls in the house. Sanura was mid way of putting her demi jeans on with one leg in, one just about to go in and she had no shirt on. The shadow walked through the door to stop the two from coming in.

"Ah~ hello mistress." Ao beamed to the shadow. "I will not let you in." Her arms crossed and she had an unamused looked on her face. "Why not?" Ao continued to act childishly in front of Sanura's shadow.

Sanura had just pulled out a shirt when she saw herself in the mirror. The black marks she had seen on her hands are now on her shoulders nearing the chest area. Continuing to look at the marks move Sanura had become memorized by the swirling of the marks as they danced around.

"I said you cannot enter damnit!" Her shadow's cries broke her stare in the mirror. She threw on whatever shirt she could grab right there and ran down the stairs. As Sanura neared the door she could hear the voices speaking, Egyptian, ancient Egyptian? Maybe, they were talking to fast for her to understand them.

Opening the door she first saw the back of her shadow. The arguing stops as they both look over. Ao grins like an idiot with balloons in his hands and a shadow next to him. This was the first clear look Sanura was able to get of Kala.

A true jester at best, putting all the clowns that she had ever seen to shame. A duel color or shade -it was all black for the shadow so shade will do- a traditional jesters hat and clothes.

"Morning Mareo-sama!" Ao cheered. "Morning," Sanura looked puzzled at Baka.