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. Capture .
Because he was nothing but a puppet in this pureblood's game.
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Takuma was the kind of vampire who saw everything and said nothing.
It was a trait nurtured early in his early childhood days, beaten into shape by Ichiou's strict requirement for his silence. It was an ironic variation of the belief that 'little girls should be seen and not be heard'; first and foremost, of course, is the fact that he was by no means a girl. Apparently to Ichijou it applied to little boys as well: Takuma, as a young boy, was allowed to stay whenever Ichiou held important meetings, so long as he showed not a shred of interest, and so long as he never spoke. And so Takuma grew up to be a walking book of secrets.
His life was pretty dull and monotonous despite being rich. Clearly, lucre was not the sole interest of the vampire race. Somehow, he managed to gain a handful of friends, fellow descendants of the nobles, just like him. Rima and Shiki came as a package. Fiery Aidou was often trailed by his much calmer cousin Kain, who always seemed to look mildly annoyed. And then there was Kaname, lithe and cold, even when he smiled; Kaname who was beyond the nobles, Kaname who, by right of blood, could rule them all – just by being a pureblood.
Sometimes Takuma wondered if that vaguely forlorn look in Kaname's eyes really was borne of longing alone, because sometimes, Takuma could detect a new feeling in that ageless gaze: tiredness.
He didn't try to ask.
But he could not deny that his transition from child into teenager was spiced up by the pureblood's mere presence in the Ichijou residence. Kaname, although distant, was very diplomatic; he always answered when he was questioned, and he always greeted those he passed (it should be the other way around, Takuma thought). Takuma took advantage of this to build the pieces of friendship between them. You'd be surprised how effective hellos and how-do-you-dos can be.
He had a feeling Kaname caught on to his ploy the moment he started, but since the pureblood didn't try to stop it, he didn't either. After all, Kaname was merely his grandfather's protégé; he wasn't labeled 'official business' or anything, so Takuma could be as interested in him as he liked. And Kaname was interesting. Not only was he the descendant of the Kuran bloodline, but he was also the one who made Takuma's life ricochet into a phantasmagoria of bloody promises and broken hearts.
All that conspiracy was mind-boggling, but hey, it was part and parcel of life. It was why humans depicted them as sly, manipulative (and evil) creatures. (Though who's to say the humans were any better, sans the blood-sucking?) Takuma allowed himself a brief smile before picking up his sword.
As he strode out of the double doors that guarded Sara's abode, he listened to his footsteps: tap, tap, tap, tap. He tried to commit her actions to memory without questioning; it wasn't hard, not after all those years of training. One day, he would return to Kaname and—
Sara sent him a meaningful look, and his mind went blank.
. Owari .
Just a short (one page long) drabble to get myself back into the world of writing. Time for explanations:
1. Here Takuma doesn't know that Kaname is actually the Kuran ancestor. I can't recall if he knows (in the manga) so…yeah. Refresh me?
2. In my drabble, Sara controls him, hence the abrupt stop in his train of thought when she looks at him. I mean, purebloods can control nobles, right? So how hard can controlling/stopping their thoughts be? –is shot–
Till next time! Reviews will be loved.
PS: I still remember your fanfic, YenGirl. Haha. It's just…somewhere between here and there?