Addiction

Ok, people. This is my first fanfic…and hopefully not my last…hopefully you all won't want to kill me nervous laugh, but you wouldn't do that…(ominous silence with crickets)….o.o…..er…ya, uh….uh huh. Well…I hope you like it. It'll be pretty angst, gory, and a bit intense later…but, this first chapter is kinda lame. But you'll live through it I guess…(more silence) whips out 5 ft long crowbar named Silver Lightning OH YOU WILL! (his voice goes deep and raspy) OR BLOOD WILL FLOW!….naw jk, neways…hope you like it…

-flashbacks

' '-thoughts

Chapter 1-Beginnings

A vampire and a human girl walked down the wet, slippery sidewalk. The darkness of dusk was falling ominously around them, and the thoughts of both figures were dark as they both continued down the deserted path. Nozomu fidgeted as the uncomfortable silence weighed down hard onto him. He stole a glance at the princess, wondering what was going on in her mind. He sighed slowly-whatever it was, it can't have been good; seeing as she had only just escaped the horrible experience she had been previously been shoved into. The vampire growled lowly at the reminiscence of it. 'Damn that stupid tengu-he should rot in hell!'

A slight whimpering that flowed from behind him interrupted his thoughts. He stopped and, instinctively, first turned to Mahiru to see if she noticed. He cursed under his breath as he found she wasn't beside him. Nozomu spun on his heel, his gaze snapping onto the source of the sobs; only to find it was Mahiru. The girl was crouched down in a feeble position, hugging her knees to her chest. The vampire felt his heart plummet as he watched the princess rock back and forth on her heels-her shoulders shuddering slightly through quieted sobs. Nozomu's eyes reflected his dark vampirian soul-the hatred and deep resentment glinting dangerously behind his slate-blue eyes. He wished for nothing else other than to have Mitsuru's neck in his clutches.

It was a busy night, people had flocked into the bar and the flow of all kinds of people never seemed to want to end. Nozomu could feel the tension in his voice as he was asked to sing request, after request, after request… The frequent flicker of light brown hair, the thought of the princess being close, was what kept him going. He would catch her eye, and be tempted to act the stupid love-boy by blowing a kiss in her direction; but he knew what had happened the last time he did that, and didn't want that to have to hang over Mahiru again. The blush on her face was so prominent that night, it was almost unbearable. He found himself staring off, microphone in hand, all the women in front staring up at him, on the edge of their seats wanting to hear him. The vampire sweatdropped slightly, but smiled before he gave a short laugh continuing to the next song.

Several songs had flown by, the tension in Nozomu's throat growing steadily worse but, being a part of the lunar race, showed no sign of quitting. Nozomu was about to walk towards the piano-in which the female of the "twins" was idly playing-to calmly ask for a break, a LONG one in which he intended to attack the on-coming traffic that wouldn't seem to end. 'And,' he added in his mind, 'to surprise a certain waitress.' The vampire chuckled slightly at his deranged mind. When he caught a fleeting glimpse of Mahiru in the corner of his eye, being led by: 'Mitsuru!' In the brief second he had seen them, he was sure the girl wasn't struggling—but he didn't think she wanted to be led away during such a critical night, even for a moment. The vampire found himself growling slightly under his breath.

"Hey hottie, continue please?"

The vampire's thoughts were cut short as a young blonde girl with a bold and bouncy personality in the very front asked for him to continue. "Hehehe…sorry miss, but I…"A second holler cut him off.

"Ya sexy! Why not, after you decide to take a break, come sit on my lap?" He traveled his gaze from the blonde to the source of the outburst. Upon finding it, he had to force a smile to fight the gagging reflex.

A hairy-faced person with a lumpy chest and stomach was slapping its thunder thighs with broad hands, smiling with crooked teeth and the winner-of-the-granddaddy-of-all-mullets slapped onto its round head. The vampire closed his eyes, and nervously chuckled, "Sorry, tonight is a crazy night. But let's plan it some other time." 'ACK! My eyes are burning! Is that a man or a woman?' Nozomu apologized to all the girls in front with pouty, puppy-faces that it really was urgent he stopped, and retreated after placing the microphone onto the piano.

'Argh! Kuso! Where did that tengu drag Mahiru off to?' Nozomu was so focused on finding Mahiru, that he didn't notice Oboro behind him-running blindly into the leader of the Moonlight Bandits and taking him to the ground. Oboro chuckled as Nozomu fumbled to let Oboro back onto his feet, apologizing.

"It's alright, just don't let it happen again." Both laughed shortly, but the vampire grew serious as he asked the older man if he had seen Mahiru or Mitsuru . "No, actually I haven't . I was trying to grab Mitsuru though—I have something to say to that tengu. But, if you find him before me, tell him to see me will you?"

"Of course," Nozomu obliged. The vampire excused himself and ran along the wall to the kitchen. He spotted the werewolf through the passage window, "Akira, do you know where Mahiru is?"

The boy shook his head of spiked brown hair, obviously stressed. "She went somewhere?" The werewolf sighed, "That isn't like her; especially with us so busy. I'm up to my tail with orders, and some of them have been sitting here for a time. I thought she was just getting more orders." The boy had sprouted ears and a tail, his tension growing.

"Calm down and quit the transformation in front of all these people. I shall fill the princess' place for now." Both werewolf and vampire turned to see the short werefox standing there, his glasses and black hair glinting the soft blue light.

"Geez Misoka! Don't sneak up like that." Akira contorted as Nozomu chuckled. The werefox grabbed the plates, stacking them up onto his arms with grace. Nozomu turned to leave before he felt a prod in his brain, "Oh, by the way, Mitsuru dragged Mahiru off the left entrance. I found it odd, but saw our predicament and came here. I believe she needs help, I didn't like the look on Mitsuru's face. We'll be fine for the time being, but hurry-who knows when the torrent will stop."

Nozomu smiled back at Misoka before hurrying off towards and through the off-left exit door. 'Why would Mitsuru want to take Mahiru out here? Doesn't he despise being alone with her anyway? Not that she minds being alone with him…' He sighed as he could not see them anywhere. He whistled lightly, and one of his bats was in sight and on his shoulder. He whispered a command to find Mahiru, and the bat was gone. He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking down the street sidewalk.

It was not long before he could sense his bat trying to contact him. He entered its sight freely, but a nanosecond later wished he hadn't but could instantly trade places with it. There, twenty or so feet below, was Mahiru screaming, crying for Mitsuru to stop. The tengu was transformed into his real form, pressing the struggling girl against the wall with his own body…

"Nozomu," Mahiru muttered from behind her short curtain of hair that hid her from the vampire's view.

At the sound of the small girl's fragile voice, the hatred that tensed Nozomu's body slipped out of him-leaving him feeling powerless with anguish at how broken Mahiru sounded. The tall shaggy-haired vampire kneeled down next to the shuddering girl, placing his arm carefully around her shoulders.

She gave a small gasp, her small body tensing at the vampire's touch. Nozomu recoiled his arm, cursing at himself for trying to be intimate with her in the slightest after the encounter she had been through. He shifted his knees a foot away from her, "I'm…sorry. I…shouldn't touch you. I apologize, princess." He laid his fisted hands in his lap, his head down in a bowing gesture. 'Baka vampire! What's your problem? How could you just forget Mahiru's feelings! You are such an idiot!' His brow furrowed angrily as he mentally berated himself.

Mahiru looked up, tears still silently crawling down her cheeks, as the vampire lightly mumbling incoherent things to himself. She paused, grasping both of her elbows into her palms, images of an angry Mitsuru flashing through her head. 'I don't want to…to…be afraid…b-but…I can't help it when I'm scared…' she stopped, looking up at the way Nozomu's hands were clutched, and the way he wouldn't lift his eyes to meet her gaze. Why wouldn't he calm her like he usually does? Tell her everything was all right? Soothe her the way no one else would? Say he would always be there to protect her? 'Why is Nozomu acting so…different?…Did…Did I do something to upset him?…Is he ashamed of Mitsuru?… himself? the others?…or, is he ashamed of me?' That last thought made her eyes go blurry, making her blink her eyes, creating more tears to fall into her already-sodden uniform. 'I don't deserve to be their princess…' More tears. '...B-But still…is it so wrong of me to want Nozomu to lie and tell me everything that I think happened actually didn't?…' She stifled a strenuous sob as she thought of the previous events, 'Is that why he's acting so strange…b-because of what happened?' She looked down at her hands. 'Because I'm dirty now, and not worth it?'

Nozomu's thoughts of cursing went blank as he felt a small, shuddering hand lay onto his own. His sharp slate eyes locked onto sad honey ones as the girl before him blinked back a couple tears, and whisper, "N-Nozomu…I shouldn't have become your princess. I don't deserve it. I'm far from being perfect and," she sniffed slightly, more tears falling from her blurry eyes. She gave a shuddering breath in attempt to control herself, "I cause you all so much trouble. Like to…tonig…" Once again, she slowly sucked in a deep breath, this time failing to control the emotion in her voice. She slipped into broken sobs and sentences, her voice heavy in anguish, "Tonight I…c-c …trouble…Mitsuru a…angry…wouldn't…" The human girl dropped her gaze, hiding her face with her hands as she tried, in vain, to take control.

Whok…..hopefully you like the first chapter….but, I promise, the next one will be better...and maybe I won't put you all on a cliffie…maybe…and don't think I'm some weird boy writing lame girly romance crap! Oh, it'll get good….just you wait!

evil demonic laughter as he fades off into the distance