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The soft glow of moonlight spilled thinly through the thick velvet of the curtains. Dark leather boots trod quietly but firmly through the dust filled hallways of Motoko manor, stopping only briefly to look back at the slowly choking man whom he had yet to save. The man, beautiful in appearance and innocent in the soul, glanced up, holding eye contact with the man who was just as much to blame for his up and coming death as the vulgar being that held his throat, silently praying that he would turn back. He held contact for as long as he dared, before his eyes turned to a glassy state, and his breath was no more. His body disintegrated ashes, and the only clue that would prove that he had once even been there was a deep red card, written in blood.
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A boy, sixteen years of age, slowly walked down the marble steps of the Cross academy Moon dormitory. He, like his fellow night class students, was not overly fond of daylight and could not think of a single reason that could possibly be important enough to wake him at such an early hour.
His maroon hair fell messily over his crystal blue eyes as they caught sight of the people who had summoned his presence;
"Uncle, mother, what are you doing here? And at this hour? It really is inconvenient." The words came dully out off his mouth, he never had been one to show emotion.
"We are here to discuss with you the matter of your late cousin's death last night." The taller of the two males stated officially, his face solemn. The woman, his sister-in-law, looked down sadly. Tears spilling down her porcelain face.
"Chirriu died?" the boy said, trying not to let concern show on his face, sure he hadn't been close to his cousin, in fact he was only ever aware in passing thought that he had a cousin, but that still didn't mean he wished to see him dead. "How?"
At this question his mother lost all control and wept loud and openly. His uncle patted her comfortingly on her back before turning back to his nephew, silently and swiftly he reached into his coat and pulled out a single red card. The pungent aroma of blood filled the room, causing their eyes to turn the colour scarlet. Instantly the building awoke, it would only be a matter of minutes before his class mates arrived, eager with bloodlust and worry.
The boys eyes widened as he scanned the writing on the card, for the first time in months he showed emotion.
"Senri." His mother whispered, "I think that you better come with us."
Shiki, rigid with shock, merely nodded and followed his remaining family members out the door. The card left behind.
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Rima Touya was the one of the first to wake. The sweet scent of blood filled her nostrils and haunted her dream. At first she was in shock, the blood, she recognised that scent anywhere, it was Shiki's. A thousand thoughts entered her head at once, all asking the same question; why was the smell of Shiki's blood in the air?
Quickly she threw herself out of bed and ran down stairs, past the opening doors of many night class students, all in a daze and curious as to who was bleeding. By the time she got to the foyer three people had arrived, Ichijou, Ruka and Kain.
Ichijou was policing the students, telling them to go back to their dorms, while Ruka and Kain stood over a small object on the floor, both their faces deathly white.
"Ruka!" She called, forgetting to keep the panic out of her voice. "Where is Shiki?" try as she might Rima could not help shuddering at the sight of the open door, swinging softly on its hinges. Ruka did not reply, instead she looked to Rima, almost as if to beckon her over. Getting closer she realised that this was the main source of the smell, looking down she saw a crimson red card, on was the words: 'the next to die will be' Written in Shiki's blood.