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Kotaro smirks as he continues to run. He sniffs the air as he runs and his ears perk up.

 

Kotaro, to everyone: We're close!

 

Domo and Tarr's heart leaps when they hear this. Tarr becomes more anxious about the possability of meeting her . . . uh-ahem . . . "boyfriend's" father. Domo on the other hand, just gets scared.

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Kotaro is standing on the edge of a small hill looking forward. When Tarr reaches him, he is hardly breathing; she knows its not from exhaustion, but from anxiety (although he'd never admit it). She looks out to the horizon and sees Kotaro's "home"- a tall dark maroon (very dark red/black) colored building with many windows. There is but one single door in front of the house, but what a door! The mere frame could fit an entire mountain under it.

 

Domo and Tarr stare at the magnificent structure, both unable to find the right words to describe it. Thankfully Necroma breaks the stunned silence.

 

Necroma, to herself: A magnificent display of craftsmanship, befitting even Hades himself . . .

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Necroma, to Domo/Tarr: The door was an illusion. He could of blown it up if he so desired.

 

Domo and Tarr look at Necroma and then back at the building. To their suprise the door is back where in the same place. Kotaro gets a grin on his face and puts his hand to the door.

 

Kotaro, to himself: Things really haven't changed . . .

 

As Tarr goes to put her hand on Kotaro's shoulder everyone hearrs the sound of a dead-bolt unlock and her heart jumps.

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Tarr turns and is stopped by Necroma.

 

Necroma, to Tarr: Do not freight my commrade, the door will open for us- have patience.

 

Kotaro walks up to the door and puts his forehead on it. He then whispers something in a low tone. From inside the house Tarr can hear the sound of footsteps walking quickly back to the door.

 

The door opens and standing in the doorframe is a woman, probably no more than 23 years old. The lady has straight jet black hair that goes down to her waist. Her eyes are the deepest sapphire blue. Her figure is hauntingly beautiful and you feel that if you took your eyes off of her for a second she would vanish like a dream. However, under all her amazing gracefullness the sense of a warm, motherly figure surrounds her. Her clothing is a pink shirt with a white apron draped over it and a purple dress to her ankles.

 

The woman does not speak nor move, she only looks at everyone.

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