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Chapter One

"You were always the one

I'd go to when I need comfort.

You were

my escape.

So if you were ever to leave

I'm afraid I would crumble,

weakened, and mundane."

Rima stood on the seat so she could look at the mirror. She was six and too short to simply sit. With her lips parted, she examined the girl in the mirror: the girl with orange hair tied in pigtails held by black ribbons. Her eyes were wide and the colour of a sparkling lake set in a backdrop of creamy skin.

"Miss Rima, Shiki-sama is here," one of the family's maids said as she bowed. Rima took a deep breath, her eyes lowering as she whispered a "thank you". Shiki walked in with a full black ensemble. "Hey Rima," he said breezily as he sat on the bed comfortably. She turned around, hearing the slightest off undertone in his voice.

"How's your mom?" Rima asked, knowing that his family affairs were the root of all his agitations, as most vampire clans were. He sighed but simply shrugged.

"Still the same, acting odd." Rima could hear the anxiousness in his voice. She knew that he was protective of his mother. She knew that every time the council would come in to 'talk' with her, a tiny mahogany haired would hold on tight in a desperate attempt of protecting his precious mom from the men who made her crazy.

"They're still coming?" Rima asked, but she had no idea of what it was like for a small boy to go up against men of the Vampire Council. He only wanted to protect his mom, but each time she would get angry and tell him to just behave. She told him to let go, to be quiet, and to stop acting like a child...let alone the fact that he was six

"Yeah," He said quietly but doesn't say anything other that that. His paler cerulean eyes were downcast and she sighed. The small girl plopped down next to him, her feet ticled underneath her.

"Will you be okay?" She asked, worriedly but it was clear from Shiki's face that he didn't want to talk about this anymore. Sometimes, he just liked being around her - it made his problems at home seem a bit farhter away. Distractedly, his finger entwined with her hair, making it twirl around his finger. That was one thing she liked about Shiki - the fact that he played with her hair. There was always something comforting about others touching her hair and Shiki had always found the bright colour interesting.

Then, with his eyes glued on her hair, he pulled the ribbon out and it slipped, making her hair fall over her shoulder. She felt it cascade down her back as her smile fade and she began to frown. She didn't like it when her hair was down, it would fall on her work and distract her.

"Shiki," she muttered almost complaining as she stood up again, about to go re-tie then. But then his fingers wrapped around her wrist and she stayed still. He sat up and touched her face, his fingers lingering over her cheek. It was gentle, slow. Her heart raced. Suddenly, he yanked the other ribbon and her eyes sharpen and narrow. "Shiki!" She scolded and her eyebrows knit together. He just smiled and held the ribbon back from her, not giving it back.

"But I like your hair like this."

Rima was suddenly uncomfortable, wanting to say what was on her mind, but knowing she probably never will, not now.

I like you.

LA LA LA LA.

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