The Demon Hunter's Bond

The Meeting

Jett sighed softly as he sat there a moment, his eighty-nine Camaro idling as he sat in the driveway of the huge ass mansion. He contemplated driving off, but he knew he couldn’t do that, instead he turned his car off, running a hand through his hair another sigh escaping him. His eyes took in the rather large ‘house’; this was it, his new beginning.

He stared at himself in the review mirror a moment, looking at the same reflection he had grown accustomed to seeing all his life. He was ruggedly handsome, his features hard yet soft at the same time; jet black hair that fell in a swoop just above his eyes, a defined jawline, he was also tall and toned (which he achieved from many years of training), though his most distinct feature was his eyes. Jett was born with heterochromia, meaning both his eyes were different colors; his right eye was hazel-gray, while his left eye was a murky mud brown color.

The male forced himself out of the car, rubbing his face as his feet led him to the front door; he paused, hesitating as he stared at the dark mahogany wood that created the door. A tidal wave of doubt suddenly filled him, what if he couldn’t do it?

His thoughts were shattered as the door opened, revealing a girl, looking at him rather curiously. She was rather tiny and fragile looking, having beautiful black hair and deep dark brown colored eyes. He towered over the poor girl, standing at six-foot-one, if he had to make a guess she was probably about five-foot-two.

“May I help you?” Her voice was soothing to him and he couldn’t help but stare, blinking as the door began to close.

Jett moved his foot to wedge itself between the door to keep it open, his mix-matched eyes looking into the dark brown ones. He cleared his throat, “Ah, yes, my apologies. My name is Jett.. I’m here-“

The girl swung open the door, allowing him to cross the threshold. “No need, I know what you’re here for.” She said softly, stepping aside as Jett walked inside.

Jett closed the door behind him, his green and brown eyes sweeping over the rather nicely decorated house, he definitely felt out of his element and the discomfort showed on his features before he settled his gaze back on the smaller female. “I assume you’re Yuzuki, then?”

She answered with a nod, her hands nervously playing with what Jett noticed to be a private high school uniform. Her parents let her go to school, in a public setting? The thought baffled him considering the situation her family was in, but he didn’t have time to process anything else when he heard her voice.

“Are you listening to me?”

“I’m sorry?”

Yuzuki gave a light sigh as she repeated herself, “I said come with me to the garden. We’ll have our pre-ceremony and then the big one after dinner.” She turned on her heels, not waiting for him to follow as she walked and turned the corner, Jett standing there a moment before following her. A moment of walking, Yuzuki slid open a sliding glass door and stepped outside, closing it once Jett followed her. “Just a little bit further and then we can start.” Jett nodded, following the smaller girl until they made it to their destination.

The garden was beautiful to say the least, flowers of all kinds tangled with each other, the colors were bright the light flowery scent relaxed him.

“You know what to do, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then you may proceed.”

Jett let out a small breath, he was about to make an unbreakable oath between the two, one that could not be lifted until this job was complete. Honestly, he didn’t think the job could ever be completed.. This is something his family has been doing for hundreds of years, serving the Dawnings.

“Yuzuki, do you accept me as your Protector?”

“I do.”

Jett moved forward, reaching in his back pocket and producing a small, yet sharp pocket knife. His eyes stared into the smaller female’s, looking for any kind of doubt, but no emotion crossed her face. He was getting distracted looking for a way to get out of this oath, he silently scolded himself before he nodded and held out his hand. “I’m about to activate the Blood Oath, I’ll cut your hand and then mine.”

Yuzuki held out her hand to him, hardly wincing as he drug the blade down the palm of her skin, his eyes watching as a red line of blood appeared, soon her hand filling with a small pool of her blood. Jett repeated the action on his own hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I, Jett Walker, will be your Protector. By making this Oath, I swear my services and life to you, do you accept?” A part of him wished she would say no, but he knew she wouldn’t.

“I do.”

Jett reached forward, taking her bloodied hand into her own, holding it a moment. “So mote it be.” As he said the words, a strange sensation washed over him, he couldn’t quite describe it, but he could tell Yuzuki felt it too. They stood that way for a moment, their eyes locked, and their bloodied hands gripping each other.

Yuzuki seemed to snap out of the daze before Jett did and she pulled his hand away, carelessly wiping the crimson liquid on her shirt as Jett did the same to his. “I’ll show you to your room.”

***

Jett didn't remember making the trip to his room, he was still stuck thinking about that strange sensation that he felt. He knew it was part of the Bond process, he felt drawn to Yuzuki.. He didn't know how to describe the sensation. He sat on the bed, lightly sighing, is this what it was like for his father? Too feel this.. Incredible emotion for another human being? He was scared to know how the actual Bonding would affect him..

"Jett, dinner will be at eight. You'll meet my mother and father, so please dress accordingly."

He watched her go, he had almost forgotten that she was there. The door closed behind her and he was almost immediately snapped out of his trance. "What the actual f**k?" He groaned, rubbing his face as his eyes glanced at the clock, he didn't have a lot of time to shower and get ready. He honestly didn't want to face her again, too feel these emotions again, but he knew for her safety he had to push all this aside. "Alright, Jett, let's do this."