A/n: Oc's and human names used. I searched around before trying to learn what Romania's human name was, but all I found was Yekaterina so I'm sticking to that. Fanfiction request from Love-Child-Tokyo~. In this ff, Japan has a daughter, Tokyo, who goes to Romania to kill a vampire that has been hunting her twin brother, Kito (East Tokyo). The hotel is booked and Yeka – who she didn't know was who she was supposed to kill – offers her to stay. Ooooooh drama~..made this rated M because there might be something later...dunno but there might be.
Warning: Minor cursing, violence
A Choice
Chapter 1: Where's the Sun?!
"Tsukiko Honda...Tsukiko Honda?"
"I'm here," Tokyo answered, picking up her bags from the seat next to her. The taxi driver smiled warmly at her.
"Hello, domnișoară. Where shall I be directing you this fine afternoon?"
He bowed and took her luggage, a light wink popped from his long lashes; long bangs caressing his pale features. Tokyo blushed a bit; the thick accent making her tingle in the tourist high.
"To the uh..." she stared at the brochure in her fingers. The taxi driver smiled, standing behind her and peering over her shoulder.
"Ze Hilton Sibiu, domnișoară ," he stated, laughing kindly. "New to Romania I see, miss. Vell I hope you enjoy your stay."
He packed the luggage into the trunk, opening the door wide for her. Tokyo smiled and nodded, steadily settling into the back seat with a stumbled thank you. The man gave another one of his winks, sliding in behind the drivers seat.
Once the car had begun its journey, the young Japanese girl roamed her eyes around the city. Beautiful, she thought to herself.
"Quite a spectacle it is, domnișoară," the driver added.
She was a bit surprised by the baritone voice.
"H..hai, it is," she stumbled, smiling. "Sir, if you do not mind. What is your name?"
The driver looked into the mirror above his dashboard; cocking his head to the side and giving a wry look.
"Zat vill not concern you much, domnișoară," he nodded, pulling onto the main road for the hotel.
Tokyo shifted her eyes to the streets. Bustling and lively for a Saturday afternoon. They drove in silence, trading back and forth small bits of information about themselves.
"Do you have any family zat vill be staying vith you?" he had asked.
Tokyo shook her head, putting her finger to her chin.
"I'm staying by myself. An important business to attend to," she informed him.
The man shook his head lightly.
"If you do not mind me saying; you are rather young. Might I ask vhat business you have here?"
She flashed him a small smirk.
"It is a secret, sir. Very important business...that's all I can tell you."
They pulled into the driveway not to long later. The driver got out of his seat, winding his way to the other sides back passenger side, opening the door slowly and carefully. He offered his hand, bangs swinging to the side to better see.
"Here we are. Vould you like any help vith your bags?"
Tokyo took his hand slowly, pulling herself up and straightened out her clothing. She shook her head lightly, hair flipping over her shoulder.
"Thank you, sir. But I think I'm good from here," she insisted, picking up her bags from the back.
The taxi driver nodded, almost immediately grasping her hand as it had been raised to grab the bags. He slowly brought this hand to his mouth, brushing his lips along the bare skin. Tokyo's heart raced at this. The young man gave a low, kind laugh that rang like church bells. With a small peck, he swung his head once again taking his leave.
"Good day, Miss Honda," with that, he had driven off with a slight wave of his hand.
She waved back to him; face still a bit flushed form the encounter.
"Stay focused," she told herself, picking up the suitcase and handbag to walk through the doorway only to have another young man; one with long brown hair, stop in front of her.
"Madám; may I take your luggage?" he offered his hand; smooth and rather pale...
Does anyone know what the sun is around here..well..I would guess not..
Tokyo smiled, shaking her head lightly.
"No, I have everything under control..though I have just arrived from my flight. Might I be helped be checked into my room?"
The young man grinned at her; toothy and sweat making his way behind the counter; motioning for her to follow.
"Name please,"
"Tsukiko Honda,"
"..Honda..," he cocked his head to the side, examining his computer screen a moment before looking back up to her. "I am sorry, madám; but it seems as though we do not have you in zee system. Could it be a different name?"
Tokyo grimaced slightly, thinking back to when she booked the room.
"No, no. That should be the name.." she bit her thumb nail worriedly.
"How much is zat room ve have open?"
The girl turned around 180 degrees; moving back into the counter and to the side. She hadn't heard the male come up behind her.
"Oh, had I frightened you, dragă?" yet another young man..so many hot boys here..asked.
His eyes, like many of the citizens as Tokyo found after exiting the plane, had light hazelnut eyes surrounded by a line of red. His skin was porcelain white and hair a short cut, an odd mixture of blonde/sand colour. He must have been no shorter than 5'10" from the looks of it. A small glint of white caught her attention. He smirked slightly, seeing her fascination.
"Please see to it that the young miss has a room on zee 5th floor, overlooking –"
"Sir that's not necessary," Tokyo interjected, a slight blush creeping it's way onto her features. "I can just find a different hotel. Honestly, it's no problem."
The young man looked at her, a smirk growing wider as he looked at her. His features softened a bit, turning back to the bellhop.
"Actually. Please make zat a king royal suite, red and black satin robes and fabric curtains. Do make sure zat it is overlooking the west or east away from zee sun."
Many times Tokyo had tried to input a different course of action; insisting that there was no need. Though the young man hushed her; having no need nor want of hearing her pleas. He cast her a look of mirth. For reason she knew not why. Though, to say she minded would be a lie.
"And..add in a free dinner, vould you? I have a feeling zat I vill be seeing much of...my deepest apologies. I have not caught your name, scumpa mea," as the previous beauty had done before, he knelt on one knee, kissing the palm of her hand gently before peering into her eyes.
"Yekaterina," he breathed soothingly.
"T...\tsukiko H...hond..a," she answered back, her words scrambled together as she pulled her hand back.
Yekaterina...as he put it...hadn't taken it much to heart. He merely stood, nodding in her direction.
"Tsu...ki..ko.." he had trouble forming the words. "It vas nice to make your acquaintance." he nodded to the clerk before walking back swiftly from where he had come.
Tokyo watched him walk away, calming herself down slowly as she turned. As she did, she found the clerk behind the desk looking at her; a content air filling around him.
"Skŭp. Zat vas ze manager of this establishment so you know," he made his way from behind the counter, handing her the key to her bedroom.
"Thanks...," she took the key re-arranging her valuables. "Is he always like that?"
The clerk smiled generously; calmly taking the heaviest item from her and lifted it with ease.
"If an individual interests the lord – which it seems you have – he is more than happy to help in any circumstance." He tapped the elevator button.
Tokyo looked back to see if she could find the man again. He wasn't there...or anywhere to be honest. The faint presence that he carried was still around. It was surrounding her almost. Shaking off her thoughts, she entered the small room. They both stood in comfortable silence, watching the numbers go higher and higher until they reached the top floor.
"Room 518," he mentioned pointing to the immediate left.
There it was. Down the hall, the door closed tightly. The rose wood shone as it had just been cleaned. The smell of dusk. When we reached it finally, and he turned the key in the lock, pushing open the door, she gaped.
"H..how expensive is this room?" She asked,
The bell hop smiled, turning to set her belongings onto the king sized bed. When she ran her fingers over top...my god! Her outer look must have been a note because the bell hope gave a nice laugh to that.
"Zat is ecarlate. 14th century fabric of rich silk. It is unusual to find it in such large quantity. It is normally worn as cloth; though Yekaterina had insisted it be so..as for you," he informed.
"Surprising you could keep it up for long," she stated, looking at him.
He gave her almost a mirror image of the same wry look the other had given. It disappeared quickly, but left her with a sour feeling. He reached into a drawer, pulling out two pieces of cloth. He set one gently and neatly on the bed, straightening out the other.
"Florence, imported from 15th century Italy," he held it up.
The light caught to the fabric. It shone off dazzling red, the inside a deep violet. He smiled, walking a bit closer and handing her the dress. She stared at said cloth. Surely it wasn't real...
She scurried to the restroom, stripping her own clothing and proceeded to put on the dress.
"Skŭp," the bellhop called, entering with his hand covering his eyes. "You wear a corset vith pieces such as this." He placed the undergarments onto the sink before hurriedly leaving and shutting the door.
Tokyo shook her head, picking up the underwear and strapping it on.
"I knew that," she grumbled, strapping the last of the strings.
The strangest thing, she noted, was that it fit just perfectly. It exaggerated her chest, which was already full to begin with. The waistline hugged to her stomach, branching out enough to give the illusion of a ball gown. It wasn't long enough to touch the ground, but it certainly gave her a dainty, fierce look. She looked at herself in the full length mirror.
She hadn't originally taken notice, but the bath behind her...jeez! She spun around, grasping onto the sides and looking down.
"W...what is this?! It's so...shiny..." She mentally cursed herself for the malformation of words.
"Are you decent?" came the voice on the other side.
"Uh, yeah." the door opened slowly, the young boy looking down at her.
He stared for quite a long time before, as many have done...all these charming boys!...knelt and took her hand, pulling her up slowly.
"Ocharovatelen; slisvasht," he kissed her knuckle, brushing his lips against her wrist.
Tokyo was nearly as red as the dress she wore.
"W...wha...t is the...bathtub?"
The male let go of her arm, smiling down at the furniture.
"Baldi rock crystal," he stated. "$790,000 in American money, skŭp." he smiled and bowed, making his way to the door.
Tokyo was left standing in the bathrooms entryway, still gawking at the...$790,000! ...aye ya! How much is that in yen?
"I must be taking my leave," the young man stated, opening the outer door.
"Oh, ok," she fished in her bag. "How much do I –"
"None, skŭp. I take zis as a...pleasure of sorts. I bid you farewell, und good evening." He walked out, looking back with a small smirk.
Tokyo flew at the door...well...in a dress...opening the door quickly after the man.
"I have to give you something!" she shouted. But, right or left no one was there.
She sighed, closing the door slowly and sat on the loveseat.
~ Denwa ga natte iru ~ ~Denwa ga natte iru ~
"Hello?" she asked, sitting against the side of the chair.
"Kiko-chan! You make it ok, hai?" Japan called.
Tokyo sighed, a vague grin.
"I made it. I'm in the hotel right now!"
"I thought that one was booked?" a different voice asked.
"Well uh...this guy gave me a room for a cheaper price," she gushed. "He was really handsome...is this on speaker?!"
The other line was silent; faint breathing.
"..Maybe," two voices; her brother, Kito; and Japan, her father.
Tokyo sighed exasperatedly.
"Never mind that! Have you found him?"
((8 hours ago))
Tokyo raced tore open the door, nearly ripping it off the hinges. Another scream. More dreadful that the past couple that woke her up. Japan ran next to her, flinging open the door. A strong gust of wind slashed the air in the room. Kito was against the wall next to the door, panting and coughing with his hand around his throat, eyes glued to the now open door.
A lone figure glanced back at the two that just entered. A loud hiss. Tokyo lifted her halberd, jumping into action at the enemy. A low growl. The man's eyes glared her down, judgmentally; glowing red embers. She swung the weapon, whipping it past the mans face. A low cackle of laughter, and he was gone.
"Kito, are you alright?" Japan shook the boys shoulders, his head flopping back and forth.
Tokyo strapped her weapon back under her kimono, seating herself in front of her twin. He was shaking.
"How long is thing going to go on?" he whispered, coughing more.
Hand marks and claw scratches bore into the skin around his throat. A graze, just a graze, of two fang marks under his jaw. They weren't puncture wounds, no. But a second longer...
"This has to stop. I don't care what I have to do, but if he touches you again," her anger flared, shining bright.
"Kiko..." Kito muttered, sputtering from the assault. "Don't do it...you could be hurt," he closed his eyes, drooping against the panel.
Gentle breathing. He was only sleeping...Thank the gods. Japan lifted the boy back onto his bed, winding and bolting shut the lock on the window.
"Otōsan," Tokyo called. "we can't let this continue. It's been months. And we're lucky he hasn't died yet," she growled.
Japan kept the door open, pacing around and finally going into the kitchen to make tea.
"Wakarimashita...Kiko," he looked her in the eye. "I must stay here...but..you can stop this."
((current time))
Tokyo sighed into the cellular device.
"Unfortunately, no. There are so many..men that could fit his description,"
"So a lot of cute guys you mean," Kito laughed into the phone.
"Tsukiko Honda! You do your job!" Japan yelled.
Tokyo held the phone from her ear.
"I know, I know! But it's not easy. Has anything happened since I left?"
"Luckily, no. It has been quiet. Though, if he is there, he would have noticed and thought you were Kito,"
Tokyo shook her head.
"Anyway, I'm going to go. I haven't eaten since this morning and I hear there's a spread downstairs. I'll call you when it's pushing nighttime. Sayōnara."
END –
Ugh ^.^ first ch. Done! Posting others up soon. I FRIGGIN PROMISE!
domnișoară : young lady/miss (Romanian)
dragă: dear (Romanian)
scumpa mea: my sweet (Romanian)
skŭp: dear (Bulgarian)
"ocharovatelen; slisvasht." : stunning, breathtaking
Denwa ga natte iru: phone is ringing
Otōsan: dad
Wakarimashita: I understand
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