Once not long ago, there was a legendary set of twin vampire hunters. They were known as the Kiryu twins; their reputation and appearance of silver locks and lilac eyes set them apart from the others. But their life was not a charmed one. At the age of 12, Ichiru and Zero lost both of their parents during a hunter mission. Heartbroken, the boys quit the hunter's association and left town. Together they live in a small cottage; surrounded by nothing but empty fields of grain.
Over the years the Kiryu twins slipped from the public's attention. They grew up living a totally normal life, until several years later. They had been relaxing in the fields surrounding their home when something fell from the sky. As the ex-hunters ran towards the heaven-shunned object, their eyes widened in shock of what they saw.
Wrapped in a blanket of the long strands of grain, there lay an angel. Face down; his body was sprawled out like a broken doll. A silken cloth his only modesty, hiding his bruised lower torso. His eyes, covered in a blindfold, dripped tears of blood as crimson as the rarest rose. Wings, crisp and burnt, stuck out of his pale back.
The twins rushed to help the poor creature in front of them. His body hung limp as they hoisted he into their arms. Running as fast as they could, the twins arrived home before ten minutes had even passed. When they got inside they pushed their beds together so the angel's wings would not have to hang off the edge. Gently they laid the angel down.
As they were about to leave the room, the angel stirred. Slowly he undid the blindfold covering his eyes; revealing two deep brown pools of warmth and compassion. He rose, hesitantly and stiffly, to his feet just to fall backwards as soon as he was up. The twins caught him before the angel's fragile body hit the floor.
Blushing, the angel sat back down. He looked back and forth between his saviors, "Thank you for saving me. I, Kaname Kuran, am now at your service; anything you wish of me you shall have."