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Summary: The Takenouchi's a vampiric family; the Ishida's a clan of Dark Warriors are vicious rivals. One day fate brings the Takenouchi's daughter, and the Ishida's son in the same path. The son of the Ishida's is supposed to kill this Takenouchi eventually. Will he do it? Or will the power of Love prevail?

Note: Yo peops! I am back! Well sordof. I'm sorry that I haven't like reviewed you guys. You may hate me. I give you the permission. Heck, you don't even need my permission. Anywho, here comes yet another fic.

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Title: Guns and Roses

Chapter Title: Close Calls

Chapter: 1

The darkest and chilliest rain fell from the black sky. The electric bolts of lightning struck down viciously as the vile roars of the thunder tossed. During this electrifying night, a sleeping beauty lied tossing and turning. Again the thunder violently outburst. Ruby orbs shot open as a figure sprung up. Sweat dripped from the girl's brow, her breathes at a shallow pace. She placed her hand on the side of her face and sighed deeply.

"It was just a nightmare." She softly reminded her anxious self.

Knowing she couldn't go back to sleep by all the racket, she lifted her plush covers up and removed her weary body from her warm bed. Her bare feet placed down on the cold wood floor. Her feet patted against the creaky floor as she took a few steps towards her door. She opened her mahogany door and took silent footsteps down the hallway. She reached the grand staircase and made her way down. She found herself in the kitchen. She walked slowly to the fridge and opened the fridge door. A whiff of freezing air blew out. Just being in light purple boxers and a gray tank made her quite chilly. For a vampire, she sure didn't act nor look as one; well except for the fangs. She wasn't as sophisticated as most wanted, and not near as classy. Her fiery red hair was shaggy and mid-back length. It fell over her shoulder as she leaned in to scan the fridge. She smirked as she spotted the hidden wine bottle that remained in the far back of the fridge. She grabbed it and shut the fridge. She quietly opened the bottle. Although her age disagreed with the drinking of this intoxicating liquid; she drank it anyway. Her glass was of the finest glass and reflected beautifully from the window. She sat at the long table that was usually for "family meetings" although she was never there. She stared out the stained glass window which reflected the magnificent vampiric cross. The rain trickled down the outlines of it. It fell heavily and mercilessly outside. The thunder rolled and the lightning flashed once more. Her eyes sparkled as the vigorous light flashed. She got up and set her wine glass in the sink carefully. She went upstairs, climbing the tiring, mountainous staircase. She again quietly entered her room, but this time didn't come out. Her room was also empty now. The fiery red head jumped from her window sill. She landed perfectly on her feet as the rain soaked her restless body. She had a pair of black faded jeans on, a short red top that rose from her belly button and revealed the piercing, and a black cut-off jacket. It just barely came past her breasts. Her soft, silky red hair was in a high ponytail and her feet were protected by knee high leather boots. She took off in the wind and rain. A joyous smile came upon her face and a devious glint shook within her eyes. The rain fell upon her traveling body. The wind and restlessness of the night carried her away.

() A few hours later ()

-Mantua-

The town was dark, yet lively. People walked along the streets doing there usual routine. A blonde haired man strolled along; his black trenchcoat almost dragging along the ground. His golden locks were flattened and dripping the previously fallen rain. His black pants, and loosely fitting black button up shirt remained shielded from the water. He took slow steps, his hands in his pockets. He strolled along and entered the Vernatille; the hotel at which he was staying at. He headed up to his room. He opened the creaky door and removed his coat. He threw it on the floor and carried on.

Meanwhile the doors of the Vernatille opened. A red head ran by like a squirrel would from a dog. She headed upstairs, her body drenched in water. From downstairs you could hear the shouting of men..the officers. They were as well heading upstairs looking for her. She turned a corner and now faced a bigger problem. A dead end. There was no more hallway. She stopped and turned around to fight with guards she did not wish for their presence to come soon. All of a sudden a door opened, a hand grabbed her and she got pulled into a room. At the time the officers were going door to door searching for her. The girl's cloak was removed by the man. Her fiery ruby orbs glanced up into his azure blue eyes. They stared passionately into eachother's eyes until the voices of unwanted officials was heard. They still were both taken breathless.

"Hurry!" the blonde spoke up.

He removed as well her half jacket and placed her on his bed. He unbuttoned his shirt revealing some nice abs. He took a seat on the bed.

"Lay down!" he demanded.

She almost hissed at him but kept her mouth shut not wanting to get turned in.

She laid down and he laid beside her. He placed his arm around her feeling her soft red hair. She could feel her face flustering like a red apple.

"Close your eyes and act as if sleeping."

She closed her eyes seeing the wink from him.

The door opened.

"Sir, we're looking for a fugitive."

"Shh...haven't seen one. Now leave us be to sleep."

"Thankyou."

They shut the door. She sat up and a small smile crept upon her lips.

"Thankyou, who are you?"

"Yamato Ishida, call me Matt and you are?"

'OH NO HE'S AN ISHIDA!'

"I......I...."

-t.b.c.-

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-Wandering Rain-