Oh no, the girl thought to herself, a pair of sherbet pink marbles staring frightenedly into fierce periwinkle ones as they want to avert though the owner of them felt like they are incapable to do that in front of such an incident. She made him angry again, she caused him to yell, awoke the need of him to kill her. All because she put his beloved teddy bear into the washer, and then hanged him on the tightrope by his ear so he would dry. But she understood that she done something wrong again. For some reason she couldn't accomplish something without doing wrong. She wondered whether the blame was on her or it's just the way he is.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY POOR TEDDY?!" the purple vampire male shrieked, hugging his Teddy tightly close to his chest. The plushie wasn't even completely dried yet, it was still soaking wet.

"I'M SORRY!" Yui shrieked back with a lower tone. "I didn't intend to do anything bad, Teddy needed a little cleaning, that's all!"

"Are you meaning to tell that my Teddy is dirty?" Kanato spat. "That Teddy deserved to be hanged by his ear? How could you torture him like that?"

"I, I didn't mean it that way!" Yui squealed. She shut her eyes very tightly, wrinkling them, and her hands formed into firm fists. "I just had to, because he wasn't renewed for so long and-"

"Are you the guide to Teddy?" Kanato cut her off with a deep, keen and husky voice. "Is it for you to clean him up, huh? Teddy is pretty much fine and still soft, no need for you or anybody else's intervation. You didn't even do anything right, you just ruined him even more. Look what you did to his soft fur." He pointed at Teddy's soaked fur by stroking it.

"Well he was going to dry up if you'd just let him stay there!" Yui said defensively.

"BY WATCHING HIM SUFFER LIKE THAT?!" Kanato snapped again. "You really are a negligent person, Yui-san. All you do is to mess up everything and then play the victim!"

It was the last sentence that shut Yui's mouth with a hard and bitter gulp.

"…Kanato-kun…"

She was unable to bring out the rest words. Actually, there were so many things Yui could have said but could not find the right words, like when you fall into oblivion on such an easy question written on your exam paper. Because of the incapability of defending, she just swallowed it up and buried inside. That's what she's always done. But did those things soon fossilize under the soil of her feelings? It could be…yes, it always did that, too.

"Yes, you really are a lowly mortal. Look at you, you just stand there with the same expressions that pleases me alot." Receiving no answer, Kanato gave this mocking response with a snicker at the beginning of the word.

Yui still didn't respond. It amused Kanato, how she always demeaned herself with meek silence and cowardly stances. What was his most favourite, was that look of fear and despair. Eyes broadened with dread, mouth trembling with worry, tears that threatened to spill or set free, clattering teeth, quickened breathing. The annoying ones were the crying sounds. Pleads only encouraged him to do more and way worse.

But Yui Komori wasn't in despair! She was just in fear. In fear of the six vampire males she fell into the hands of, and in fear of what they might do. She didn't conduct her own defense, it may seem unwise from the outside, but she had her rights. These vampires had superphysical strength and they could crush her like a bug as they please to. She couldn't run away because she was threatened with death, she couldn't defend because they might break her bones, she couldn't push the stinging fangs away because they would tear her skin apart. Yes, she had no capacity. But she didn't entirely trust her physical weakness and submit, she still had faith and sanity. Crazy, but, she even believed that there was nothing to lose. If she was going to live with them forever, of course there would be changes. Nothing stays the same, and that's how nature works. A miracle shall happen, she trusted.

"You know what, I don't have time to spend with you. I might aswell punish you later. I'm going up to my room." Kanato got enough, and said this. He walked away, leaving Yui behind with woeful eyes staring behind his back.

Kanato drew himself to his room, slamming the door behind his back with rage. He plumped himself down on the soft surface of his bed. Hugging his watery Teddy closer to himself, landing his chin above his head, he stormed into thoughts. All these thoughts hovered above him like dark stormclouds, like his gloomy expression he's wearing right now.

'That girl really is blind, how she never tries to understand…' he said grumpily in his mind. Yes, Yui never understood him at all. She never got right for once what he exactly wanted. She annoyingly squirmed whenever his fangs dug into her flesh. She had no logic in her worries about him. It saddened and angered him at the same time. But sometimes, even he asked her for a few times, did she hate him? Was that the reason of her oblivion towards him? Was she just messing with his mind?

Nothing about this girl was fortunate. Well, except for her sweet blood and the fearful look she made whenever his spiraling startled her. But he knew none of these will work out anymore, if he'd just turn her into a wax doll already. A silent, inactive, beautiful corpse at peace in his mercy. He knew she was hopeless, see her clumsiness and meekness. There could be no expectation she'd turn out better.

Ah, only his precious Teddy was his true friend who understood his feelings. Not even his brother, nor even his blood brothers that he spent his whole childhood with. Nobody ever heard him scream at the top of his lungs but a soulless Teddy. He could always depend on the 'object' in his arms. He loved him more than anyone else.

Teddy is actually a gift from 'that woman'. When he was a little boy, she gave it to him. Teddy is his true friend since that day. Even if he feels resentment to 'that woman', he's still fond of Teddy. He even put her ashes inside of Teddy lest he doesn't feel her with him. That woman…she used to be the one he held onto. She used to love his voice. He called him My Little Songbird. And he was pleased of it. Entertaining her was his duty. If he was successful to entertain her with his melody, he was the apple of the eye. And it meant him the whole world. But later on, he discovered what he really was to her. Nothing else than a music box. She deceived him. She prefered others to him. She fooled him. She played with him like a toy. But he finished off so many lives for her sake. And she abandoned him for her desires. It pierced through his heart to know the fact that he was an use for personal profits. He couldn't tolerate it. So he decided to 'warm her up'.


"Mother? What's wrong? What happened to you?"

"There's a hole in your chest, mother."

"Come on wake up, please mother?"

He placed the lit up candlebrum besides her laying, bloody, motionless body. With his one hand he reached out, he palmed her forehead. It was cold.

"…There's a hole in your chest, mother."

"Where did your heart go, mother?"

"Please help me look for it."

He looked around, but no signs of her heart. Maybe that's how she lived; heartless? But nobody would be able to live without a heart beating in their chest.

"Come on…"

He leaned a little more forward to her.

"You're not dead yet, are you, mother? You're still not moving."

He measured her temperature, softly stroking her forehead along with her thin stiff and unclean bangs. It was also raining at the moment.

"You're so cold mother. And you're soaking wet too. I'm worried about you. You must be freezing, mother…"

"…Stay right there. I think I know how to warm you up."

He then withdrawed. He grabbed the candlebump and with no hestations, he reached it out to her. The fire was small, yet warm.

This small flame started to grow big. All over her body. Kanato had the smile of pleasantness and elation to warm her mother up.

Kanato's smile…was…wicked…and sick.

"Now, doesn't that feel warm, mother?"

He expected a reply from her.

"Come on, tell me you're getting warmer."

Then he started to laugh…with joy…so sick…


A chuckle escaped his lips, remembering that day. He felt enoughly proud to warm her mother up in that coldness.

A hole in her chest…which he saw in the end…does mean people live with no heart beating in their chests?

Ah, his craving has began. He needed something sweet. He looked down at Teddy who had almost the same ideas as him.

"Ne, Teddy, should we get downstairs? My stomach is grumbling right now."

Teddy agreed. His grin widened. After all, Teddy approves every desicion he makes.

He went downstairs with Teddy.