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"I'm living to find the answer; fumbling without knowing the way. There is no road you can travel down easily. Even if I look for love, the feelings of a lost place exist. I want to regain the place that restored my heart," She was singing softly to herself as they pulled up to the two story house in the suburbs. She sighed, not feeling the need to finish the song as she slowly climbed out of the blue Honda.
She cast the neighborhood a casual glance, taking note of the park across the street, and walked slowly to the moving van. This was not her idea of fun, but that's what her parents had called this; a fun experience, an adventure. She had a great dislike of the word 'adventure', it was normally followed by some sort of accident. She was wary of that as she grabbed her first box and carefully jumped down from the moving van. She took another look around and sighed again. This was how it began, her adventure.
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"Hello, My name is Amaya Yushinata," she introduced herself, her long black hair hanging past her hips. "I've just moved here from Kyoto," She let the words fall casually from her full, red lips, then forced a smile, "It is good to be here, at the famous Seishun academy!" A few people clapped and she bowed, moving quickly to a seat the teacher had indicated for her. She sighed quietly to herself; it was always the same, a new classroom, new people, making the best impression you could, still knowing that you wouldn't be there long. Every move was an adventure, sure. Her eyes took in the classroom lazily. Science, never a subject she had liked in the first place. She noticed the place next to her, at the black table, was empty.
"Tezuka-san!" a girl squealed, and Amaya's onyx eyes went back to the front of the room. A boy had just entered, on feet so silent she had failed to hear him. His hair was a honey brown, his eyes dark behind wire framed glasses. Amaya stared for just a moment and then forced her eyes elsewhere. Still, she was listening for his voice.
"Tezuka-san," The teacher sighed, but Tezuka promptly handed him a note. The teacher read it then sighed, "That Ryuzaki… Alright, Tezuka-san, take your seat. Yushinata-san, our new student, is now your partner." Amaya's eyes widened slightly. 'Me?' she sighed, 'Great, just one more thing to help me not pay attention to Science…' She realized that Tezuka had taken his seat.
"Hello, I'm Amaya Yushinata," She introduced herself. He looked her way, his expression stoic.
"I'm Kunimitsu Tezuka," He said, his voice cold, and then class began. Amaya didn't fail to notice that he was sitting on the edge of his seat, as far away from her as their table would allow. She was a bit confused. 'Do I smell bad?' she wondered, and took a whiff of her hair. It smelled like her favorite strawberry shampoo. Shaking her head, so her long hair would block him from her view, she tried to concentrate on class. It wasn't easy.
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She had no appetite when lunch came around, so she wandered the grounds, singing her favorite song softly. "I'm living to find the answer; fumbling without knowing the way. There is no road you can travel down easily. Even if I look for love, the feelings of a lost place exist. I want to regain the place that restored my heart. One more time I'll hold you tightly, and whisper 'I love you'." She was about to start the next verse when she came upon the tennis courts. She smiled to herself and watched a few seventh graders try to get a rally in. She moved closer.
It was easy to tell none of them were really experienced, they made simple mistakes, but they seemed to be having so much fun. She watched as a boy was about to make another mistake.
"Move your feet! Pivot on your left foot, remember to swing through!" The boy looked confused, tried to do as she said, and tripped. "Ugh!" she slapped her forehead, then moved onto the courts. "No! No!"
"E-excuse me?" the seventh grader asked.
"You're wrong," She said simply, helping him up before taking his racket. "Watch." She picked up the ball and tossed it to another of the seventh graders. "What's your name?"
"Katsuo," the boy who caught the ball said, then indicated the boy next to him, "And this is Kachiro, the boy next to you is Horio."
"Alright Katsuo," Amaya said, "Underhand, serve me the ball on my right side, out a little bit, if you can. Keep it slow so I can show Horio here a proper return."
"A-alright," Katsuo said, and did as she had said. Amaya smiled, using her left foot to pivot and get in position for a forehand without moving.
"See?" Amaya said, as the ball sailed back to Katsuo, who caught it. She handed Horio his racket. "Good luck, it might take some practice." She waved at the boys with a smile. "Bye!" With that, she moved off of the courts.
"We…" Kachiro started.
"Never got her name…" The other two finished.
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"Now I am holding out a bouquet of love with both hands. Let's smile and kiss as in our memories. Ah, the scars of a disturbed heart mutter your name over and over," She sang along with Kimeru's soft, mesmerizing voice, singing "Love Bites" from her CD Player. The song continued to play, but now she was too busy staring out the window to pay attention to the words. She was watching something interesting. A boy about her age was acting rather strangely just across the road, in front of the park. It was getting late, and it was a bit of a distance, but there was no mistaking the boy, though she'd seen him only once. 'Kunimitsu Tezuka…' She thought to herself, wondering why he would be entering the park at this time of night, as her clock flashed nine-thirty. Not only that, but he seemed nervous about something, he kept glancing around, like he knew that he was being watched. She smirked to herself, it was time to find out.
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She jumped to the side, behind some bushes as Tezuka turned around. She wondered if he had heard her, but he turned back around as if he doubted his own hearing. She continued to follow him, almost silently, into the park. There Tezuka met someone.
A young man, Amaya guessed that he was about in his twenties, with dark hair and matching eyes smiled as Tezuka walked up. He smiled and began to speak in a voice of chintz, laughter in his eyes, "What's wrong, Kunimitsu-kun? Your eyes are black; are you having a hard day?" His voice was hardly a whisper, if Amaya's hearing wasn't as sharp as it was, she would never have been able to hear.
"I am, as a matter of fact," Tezuka said, settling onto a bench, his face as expressional as ever, his voice just as soft as his companion's.
"What happened?" The handsome stranger asked, taking a piece of his shoulder length hair and moving it out of his face, hardly interested.
"There was someone… And she was… different," Tezuka said, shaking his head, trying to find the right words. "She just had this… scent. Like strawberries, but their was something more…" Amaya felt like she was missing something in the conversation, like there were words that he was whispering too quietly for her to hear.
"You want her," The tall man said simply. Tezuka opened his mouth to reply, but the young man didn't wait for him, "Don't deny it. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Kunimitsu-kun, it happens to us all at least once; more than that for some."
"It's not right," Tezuka said, his eyes dark. He tilted his head back, "I've only met her once, but her scent is still on my clothes; I can smell her, even now. I stayed as far away as I could, but the sound of her beating heart still reached my ears. Even now, it's like I can hear it. I can hear her even breaths, and they echo in my head."
"I never said it was right, Kunimitsu-kun, just that it was nothing to be ashamed of," A strange smile crossed over his face and he looked up trough the trees to the starry skies, "We all find at least one human over our long, long lifetime. Someone that appeals to us so much that we want to suck all of their blood, no matter what the cost." Amaya felt her heart tighten in her chest, beating faster. As those dark eyes lowered themselves from the heavens, she was sure that they were looking straight at her, right through the bush she hid behind. That voice, so soft and virtuous, yet somehow sinister, continued, "And you aren't imagining the heartbeats, or the sound of breathing, I hear it too. There's a human watching us."
"What?" Tezuka started, and Amaya got up and ran, never looking back.
"Don't follow her," The young man cautioned.
"I wasn't going to," Tezuka lied, resettling on the bench. "You're underestimating my self-control, Ayashi-san." (A/N: Those who have read my other story might recognize this name, (Ayashi "Ashi" Seikaku) but it's not him. I just like the name 'Suspicious'!)
"You over-estimate yourself," Ayashi smirked, and turned to leave. As if it was an after thought, he turned back, "Remember to feed tonight." Tezuka never said anything as Ayashi finally made his way off into the night.