Willow here! I wanted to do another thing with Airon, so... yeah! All the other characters are going to be included... maybe. Airon looks the same as usual. So, enjoy. No flames on this! This takes place in the Renaissance period(if that's how you spell it?) Oh, and please READ AND REVIEW!! OH! And I get to be the... DUN DUN DUN... Narrator!!Yay!!

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The mist clouded around the manor. The old stone walls crumbled slowly away. It had been standing for ages. But it's time wasn't over yet. Yes, a dramatic entrance. Oh, yes, I'm good. Anyhoo, the residents of the manor had once been the whole Yanagi family: Airisu Yanagi, Kurai Yanagi, and their young daughter, Airon Yanagi. When Airon had turned eight, her father was killed by a Vampire Hunter. All of the other important Vampire families had offered to let her stay with them, as her mother was growing weak from a wound, but she refused to leave her family's estate. On her ninth birthday, her mother called her into her room...

"Airon," she said. "Since my time has ended, and you will soon be on your own-" "I won't leave this house!" yelled Airon. Airisu smiled. "I'm not asking you to... Not yet."

"I have arranged for a very important family, the Somas, to be in charge of you. They will help you live, until you can live on your own easily." she told her. "But let me say this: The youngest member is Kukai Soma. This family is above us. Should they ask you-" Airon nearly choked. She knew what she was about to be told. "Should they ask you to marry him... you will have to obey. I am so... so sorry, Airon." She gasped. The air was leaving her lungs. "You are the most important thing to me. Take care, my daughter." And her eyes went blank.

Tears welled in Airon's eyes. She lay her head on her mother's chest, and cried herself to sleep.

Six years later, in the Vampire world, Airon had come of age. She was now fifteen years old, and did not need the Soma family to care for her any longer. She thought this was the end of her seeing them ever again. But they had different ideas...

Kukai stood at the door, holding a case. He smirked at Airon, who was standing in the door frame. "Thank you so much." said Airon in monotone. "I am deeply indebted to you and your family both. It causes me great sorrow to say good bye." said Airon, bowing in thanks.

In truth, she wasn't at all grieved. The last five years had been horrible. The Soma family was proud, and the mother was always hinting to how Kukai was handsome, and her age. The father didn't talk much. Airon liked him very much, as he never boasted, and would always hear her out. And then there was Kukai Soma himself. He had flirted with Airon so much for the past years, it wasn't even funny. He had often tried to barge in on her when he knew she was dressing. What bothered her even more was that she hadn't been allowed to stay in her own manor. She had been forced to stay with them. And that made it all the worse. Airon was made to lock any door which she was behind if she was doing almost anything. It was like living with the Devil's family... Except with out all the nasty torture and what not.

Kukai was still smirking at Airon. "What?" she asked in a sinister, but cute voice. "My mother wanted me to give these to you. Just a few outfits for your birthday. I'm sure you'll find them to your liking." he told her. She forced herself to put on a nauseatingly cute smile. "Tell her I said thank you." she purred. "Oh, I can't leave until my mother gets here." he smirked. No... wait, check the box! Airon thought to herself. "Excuse me. I think I am going to put on some tea." she chided sweetly. "I shall return shortly." she said, turning away.

Once out of site, she ducked into the kitchen, and put on a kettle. She then placed the silver casket on the antique wooden table. She opened it slowly. Her eyes widened in horror, and she had to force herself not to cry out. There, in the casket, lay a neatly folded, lacy, white dress. A wedding dress. An expensive looking headband with flowy white ribbons and pearls and lace lay on top of it. And black shoes with lacy gloves and socks. And on top of all of the clothes, was a green velvet box, with a ring inside it with the family gem: Garnet.

Airon cupped her face in her hands. "How horrible!" she whispered to herself. She was nearly crying. "Mother did warn me..." she mumbled, looking down. "Airon!" cried a high pitched voice from outside. Airon cursed. His mother had come. Airon stepped out of the house. The woman cleared her throat, and read from the scroll she had held. "Airon Yanagi, the twenty-fifth holder of the Yanagi Family Manor, or, the Black Rose Manor. In seven months, you will be married to my son, Kukai Soma. You may not decline from this arrangement." she said, looking up at her. Airon was speechless as she looked to the ground. She nodded. "Good. Well, then. Kukai, let us go and prepare our tea. I dare say Miss Yanagi has some serious rejoicing to do." she boasted. And they walked down the hill...

To bad for poor, poor Airon. This family is stupid!! Ikuto, WHERE ARE YOU!! Time to rescue Airon, you DUNCE! Ahem... Anyhoo, back to the story...

Airon ran to her mother's room. When a Vampire's death was unnatural, but prolonged as Airisu's had been, you turned to stone, and were preserved forever the way you looked when you died. Airon sat on the old, velvet cushioned chair next to the lacy bed. The thin white drapes barely see through, but thin enough to see the out line of the body of Airisu Yanagi.

"You were right, mother. I... was given a wedding dress today. I don't like it." she pouted. "Why do I have to marry that flirtatious, arrogant, pathetic excuse for a man? It isn't fair to be married into a family so stuck up and rude unless you like it all! And I really don't! It's horrid, and- ah. I'm talking to a dead person. This won't help me at all. I might as well... go drink some tea, I suppose." she sighed.

She walked down the old creaky stairs. The last light of the day was seeping through the old, well designed windows, and cast a shadow on the large velvet arm chair beside the fire place. Airon smiled slightly, and placed a few logs in the fire, picked up a match, and lit it. With the fire now blazing, she got out an antique tea set that was a deep shade of burgundy with black roses printed on it. She took out the whole set. A teapot and two cups. Along with a bowl of sugar cubes, honey pot, and creamer. She also took out several small silver spoons. She often enjoyed having the empty half of the set with her while she drank, because it gave her the feeling that her mother was there.

The kettle of boiling water was ready, and she took it off the old, black stove. She took out a small mahogany chest. She undid the silver latch, and peered inside. Many different, intricately patterned tins lay neatly stacked inside. She picked the one with crows on it. She opened it, to find a label with her mother's spidery writing, reading: Lady Grey. She picked this one. She carefully took out a tea packet, put the leaves in the strainer, closed it, and dipped it into the hot water in the teapot. She reached for the farthest black, chipped cabinet.

She took out a silver dish, and took of the cover, revealing several small biscuits. They had all been made with delicate care, each had a sufficient amount of blood baked into them. She smiled quickly, and placed it all on the large silver tray, which she then walked over to the small table between the two velvet chairs by the fire.

She picked up the teapot, pouring a small amount into her cup. She placed the cup on a saucer, and proceeded to sip at the liquid. Just when she thought the day was over, and she could just relax, she heard a loud thud from outside. She narrowed her eyes, peering sideways to the door.

She carefully set down her tea, and headed to the door. She slowly turned the brass knob, then pulled the door open. She peered outside. She could faintly hear gunshots outside. 'Humans?' she thought quietly. She stepped out of the door, her black boots clacked on the brick. 'If there isn't another gunshot, I'll go back inside...' she thought. Another gunshot. That did it. She leapt from the steps, and ran quickly out into the woods beyond.

Her lacy black dress fluttered behind her. Her hair waved in her face. The gunshots were getting louder. And then she saw it. A blue haired boy was dodging the bullets with graceful skill. The shooter had on a maroon jacket, and huge hat, and you couldn't see his face. Airon glared at the man, annoyed with his gunshots. The noise had disturbed her tea, after all. She stepped from her hiding place.

"You." she pointed at the shooter. He glared in her direction. "You disturbed my tea with your silly gun..." she sneered. She sped off towards the man, nearly too fast to see with the naked eye. The man gasped slightly. She had the gun now. Airon examined it. "Silly things, guns are. I believe all they do is bother people, don't you think?" she smiled sweetly, but her eyes were full of malice.

The man grimaced under his hat. He was shaking with humiliation. Airon looked back down at the gun.

"They seem so strong. However, I find," she bared down hard on the gun. It snapped in half. The boy was watching her curiously. She looked back up at the human, and smiled again. "I find that they are actually quite fragile." Her eyes turned blood red, and long fangs showed there tips under her upper lip. She smiled maniacally. "Just like humans." she sneered. The man glared.

"I am a hunter! I have killed many Vampires, and Werewolves alike. I can kill you, too!" he boasted, taking out another gun. Airon giggled sinisterly. "Oh, really?" she cackled.

The man was loosing his nerve. She was a new opponent, not yet weak. While the wolf...

The man faltered his aim on the girl, and switched to the boy. "Look out!" Airon yelled. But too late. The boy was hit, but only in the leg, as the man was shaking with the effort of not running. Airon went over to the boy. "Ah, well. I suppose I can let you get away for today." she said. "No! I will vanquish you, demon! Your kind has fed off us for far too long!" he shouted, taking aim. She stood up with the boy in her arms. "You believe you can defeat us all by killing just me?" she asked.

"It would take millenniums to kill us all off, you fool." she sneered. He grimaced. He shot, but missed, and Airon was running for the house.

The boy stirred in his bed as Airon watched over him. She had tended the wound, and extracted a silver bullet. She snickered. It wouldn't have done much to her, that fool of a man. She had put a clean shirt on the boy, too. A white, collard one. She had decided to leave the pants for him.

The next morning, his eyes slowly began to open. He squinted around the room. It was mostly red and grey. The bed sheets were a deep crimson color, and very lacy. The pillows were silk. There were red curtains that were almost see through around the bed. He tried to get up, but it was too painful. He groaned.

"Ah, you're awake?" a female voice said on the other side of the curtain. He gasped. He saw a small, pale hand pull back the curtains. A pale girl sat on the other side, is a velvet cushioned chair. Her black hair framed her pale face, and her deep blue eyes glittered. He looked at her, not knowing what to say. She bent down, and pulled up a small silver bucket. She picked up a rag, and wrung it out.

"Here..." she said, cleaning off the sweat from the painful night. She then left the room, and came back up with a silver tray. She was dressed in a scarlet, slightly revealing nightgown. But, that's just how Vampires are... he thought. She also had a small black bunny with a top hat clutched to her chest. She set down the tray.

"Here," she said again, handing him a mug. He drank the tea, very thirsty. She smirked, and sat down. "What is your name, pray tell?" she asked serenely. "Ikuto... Tsukiyomi." he gasped out, speaking hurting him. Her eyes narrowed. "Ah, Tsukiyomi. I have hear tale of your ancient family, Tsukiyomi-san." she said. "Ikuto." he wheezed again. She sneered. "Ikuto." she snickered. "You're not flirting, are you?" he asked, sneering. She turned away quickly. "No." she whispered. "It is forbid- never mind." she muttered. Ikuto just sat there confused.

"Of course, you already know what I am, correct?" He nodded. "Vampire." he choked out. She smiled. "Yes. So, you are a werewolf. Even though we are usually enemies... would you like to stay... for a while, per chance?" she asked in a small voice. "Um..." "Never mind!" she shouted, and stood up. "That was a foolish question to ask!" she was yelling. Then, she calmed down. Her maniacal expression now gone. "I'll take you to the shower." she murmured. She bent down, and helped him out of the bed.

They began to walk down the hallway, when Ikuto put in "Nice corset." smirking. Airon gasped, dropping him, and clutching the top of her dress. "You perverted DOG!" she screeched. He was laughing, and grimacing in pain on the floor. "Ah, I am so sorry!" she panicked. She picked him up, and hobbled quickly to the next door, going inside.

She set him down on a black stool, taking off the black satin bandages. "These can't get wet, so..." she murmured, pulling out rougher, white cloth bandages. "Admit it," smirked Ikuto. "You just like touching my chest." he teased. Airon glared up finishing the bandaging. "You are the worst dog I have ever met. Not to mention perverted! I am eng-" she stopped, covering her mouth, having almost said, 'engaged'. She sighed. "Just... just get in the shower, please, Ikuto." she said. "Oh... sure." he said smoothly.

He looked at Airon. "You may want to leave..." he smirked. She blushed for the first time he'd seen. "Ah! I am so, so sorry!" she yelled, dashing out. "Hm. Strange Vampire."