This is a really short chapter! It'll get longer if people like it XD

Humans know nothing of the inner workings of the vampire community, and the walking dead work hard to keep it that way. For humans ignorance is bliss.

While vampirism is widely feared among the human population there are still some that are accepting of the unique race. Some of these people are the inhabitants of the extravagant city of Orb. Orb is an area designated as free soil. Any race, whether you be black, white, human, or vampire, may reside within the safety of Orb's protective walls.

This is where our fairytale begins. A story of race, love, and the persecution that is a result of the two mixing. The date is 1185, Japan is comprised of two races; the naturals and the coordinators. Naturals are humans with no vampire blood in their veins, while coordinators are just the opposite.

Athrun Zala is the lone survivor of the tragic Bloody Zala Clan Massacre, he is known to his vampire allies as their beloved prince, and feared by all that dare oppose him. You can't go anywhere in the vampire undergrounds without the name Zala being a frequently whispered word.

"Oi! Athrun!" A tall brunette shouted over the bustling crowd. When said blue-nette failed to respond he tried again, "OI! ATH—!"

The youngest Zala quickly clamped a hand down on his annoyingly loud friend's mouth. "Kira, shut up! Do you want them to hear you?" He said angrily, with extra emphasis on the 'them'.

Kira quickly righted his samurai uniform, which had been ruffled during Athrun's violent silencing technique, before responding. "Them? Oh, you mean your creepy fangirls!" After Athrun nodded uncaringly he continued, "You know, all you have to do is find a mate. Once they know you're taken they'll leave you alone."

Athrun ran a hand tiredly through his disheveled blue locks, "You make it sound so easy! With you and Lacus it was love at first sight, it's not that simple for me."

Kira rolled his bright, purple eyes. "Sure it is! You're just not trying hard enough." Athrun ignored his overly-optimistic best friend. "Take that girl over there," Kira tried again, nudging his friend into sparing a glance at a pretty girl standing on the opposite side of the road. "What do you think of her?"

Athrun gave the girl a calculating look, allowing a horse and cart to pass before giving his answer, "She's too timid, the way she holds her shoulders shows that she has little self respect for herself. I won't bother myself with a girl who is in constant need of protection." He looked left when the brunette didn't answer only to be met with incredulous violet eyes.

"I just asked you what you thought of her! I didn't want an analysis!" Kira flicked Athrun in the head, "Man, I'm beginning to think you're a lost cause in love."

Athrun rolled his eyes, "Thanks for your support."

They walked for a little longer before Kira snapped his fingers, "I got it! How about we hold a tournament!"

The young prince rubbed his temple unbelievingly. "You want girls to fight and kill each other in order to win my heart? You can't be serious."

Kira waved his hands defensively, rumpling his robes to the point that they were practically fraying at the edges. "No, not like that! Kami, what kind of person do you think I am?" Athrun gave him a look that said 'do-you-really-want-me-to-answer-that?'. Kira sweat-dropped before continuing, "Like I was saying, not a tournament, more like a competition of sorts."

Athrun raised a confused eyebrow. "I'm still not following."

Kira huffed, "We could invite any girl that's interested to submit a summary of themselves. We could narrow the search down that way to five or so girls. The five that we choose could get invited to stay here, in Zaft, for awhile, and whichever one lasts the longest under your extreme expectations is obviously worthy of being your mate."

Athrun looked at his deranged best friend, stunned that he had come up with such an elaborate scheme. "That's crazy."

The brunette pouted and crossed his arms childishly, "It's not a bad idea! It just has a few kinks that need to be worked out!"

The Zala rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time that hour. "Fine, we'll try your way. But one condition." Athrun held up a finger, "The girls that we invite can't know anything about me. They can't know what I look like, what I act like, that I'm a prince…or even that I'm a vampire."

Both of Kira's eyebrows shot up, "But that only leaves…humans. Are you sure you're ok with that?"

Athrun nodded, and Kira shrugged, "Okay, if that's what you want."

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