Like my brother-in-law Izaya always said, it is a duty for a wife to devote herself (or himself in his case) fully to the family she builds with her husband; or to the husband himself (in my case this time, her).

And as my late father-in-law always said, it is in a vampire's blood to feel the thirst for blood from other creatures, it is to feed, to nourish, and to satisfy our body's needs.

This morning, as Natsuki inserts the needle into my arm as we usually do, I suddenly realized how true their words are as I saw my own blood filling up the clear, plastic bag; Giving my blood to my husband and feeding her at the same time. (If I weren't immortal, Natsuki would have said no anyway.)

"I guess that's all for this week, you ok Shizuru?"

Natsuki repeated that question she asked whenever she finished drawing my blood.

"A little giddy, but fine otherwise.", I tried my best to answer normally, if I weren't feeling a slight coldness all over my body right now.

"That's good to hear," she said as she stood up from her chair to give a nice peck on my cheek, she then tidied up the place, took the equipment into the closet, took her bag of my blood, walked out of the door and turned her face towards me from the corridor, "If you need anything, just call me alright? I would be in the study doing accounts for our legion's expenses." she said to me with concern, hoping for an answer.

"Go ahead on your business, I will be all right."

She smiles as she closes the door as I take a quick morning nap.

I felt a bit better as my blood came back, I look upon the clock hanging on the wall beside our wedding picture, it said 11.00 a.m., I got off the bed, washed myself up before going to the study to see what Natsuki would want for lunch.

If I remember Natsuki well, she would be drinking my blood on a wineglass, topping the drink with mayonnaise and Kit-kat bars to pass it off as some sort of cranberry milkshake. The surprised look on Natsuki's face and the mayonnaise on the corner of her lips, as I opened the door to our study, further confirms my suspicion.

Reading Shonen Jump with the account book left aside on the table too.

"Natsuki," I sounded like Kiyohime eying her food before eating (if she could talk), "Depending on the accounts you made while I was sleeping, I am considering whether I should drain my blood back from you or let you have more blood to enhance the four Kit-kat bars you ate."

Guess I should have been the one to drain her blood instead, obviously knowing that she forgot my opinion of that mayonnaise and her wife's blood never mix, plus it's rather amusing how to see how her mayonnaise addiction could go this far leaving it unchecked.

"O-, o-, oi, Shizuru...! I haven't had mayonnaise ever since you gave them all to that Inspector Hijikata! Can't I just have a little tube of it? By the way, I was reading this after I've done the accounts properly! You, you gotta believe me!"

Making Natsuki quiver like this has always been my favorite past time, or maybe it was my replenished blood giving me an adrenaline rush.

So, I sealed the doors and windows up with my magic, then had Natsuki for lunch.

As my late mother always said, if your spouse did something naughty, it is up to you to do something about it, how true is that.