"Headmistress Orihime, you wanted to see me?" a silver-haired girl asked. Her hair was tied in two drill pigtails, one on either side of her head, held by thin, royal blue ribbons. Her bangs were straight, and she had a lacy black parasol swung over her shoulder. Her name was Yurika Toudou, a young idol, at the peak of her career, famous for her cool, rock-star style, gothic clothes and her vampire character.
"Yes. Loli-Gothic's top designer contacted me earlier today, and he would like to meet with you." the woman behind the desk said calmly. "He said he had something he's been... keeping from you."
"Really? He... he wants to meet with me? He's been keeping something from me? The hell does that mean?" she asked, not really directing it at anyone.
"I'm not sure. He just told me to send you to his office. You've been exempt from classes for today."
"Thank you. I'll head right down." the girl said, bowing and exiting the room.
The drive there had been long and nerve-wracking. What on Earth could he want to see me for? She thought. Does he have a new Premium Coord? No, he wouldn't be so secretive about it. Could it be that they've found a better representative? Same problem. It killed her not knowing, and made it feel like the longest ten-minute car ride of her life. She hid it well on the outside, but on the inside she was absoluetly terrified.
She now stood in front of the door to his office, having braved his maze for the second time. She shakily reached out for the doorknob, slowly opening the door into his massive office decorated quite similarly to her own bedroom, but more proffesional.
"You asked to see me?" she said, trying desperately to maintain her cool composure.
"Yes, Toudou-san. Please, have a seat." a flamboyantly-dressed man said, his back turned to her, gesturing at a circle of old, ornate armchairs ringing the fireplace. His hair was long and silver, not unlike hers.
"Thank you." She folded her skirt under her as she sat in the chair closest to her, crossing her legs and hanging the handle of her parasol on the arm of the chair. As part of her vampire character, she never went into the sun without it. As today was a particularly sunny August afternoon, it was a must in case anyone should see her. Sometimes, she had convinced herself so much of her vampire character that it actually hurt to be in the sun.
He sat down in the seat across from her. "Toudou-san, there's something I haven't been honest with you about." there was a strain in his voice, as if he had waited for this moment for his entire life, but still couldn't find the words to say.
"What might that be?" she asked, still terrified of what he would say next.
"You whole-heartedly believe in this vampire act you put on, correct?"
An odd question, but nonetheless, she nodded, silent.
"That's good to hear." he sighed. "Because it is not an act. You truly are a vampire."
The shock must have been visible on her face, as he was quick to try to calm her down.
She had always wondered, but never been sure. She had had strange instincts for years, and they had been getting stronger recently. Even as a child, she would occasionally lapse into a character not unlike the one she was so popular for in the present day.
"How did you..." she struggled to find the words to say.
"Because I am the same. Not only that," he paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "I am your father, Yurika."