Barairo Akaku ni Chandelier
Chapter One
The moment Kamijo stepped out of his car, a flash went off in his face. He was followed by four others; all of them received the same paparazzi related attack.
Kamijo angrily yanked off his sunglasses. "Dammit, doesn't this wretched city have anything better to do than take pictures of every walking public figure?"
"Relax, Kamijo. We won't show up in the pictures anyway…" Hizaki said, resting a hand on his shoulder. Kamijo shrugged it off.
"Which will only cause them to take more pictures, and more and more and more, until what? They finally give up on the ominous looking life insurers? I think not. These obnoxious mortals have no sense of anything intelligent running through their puny little minds." Kamijo grunted.
"Well fine then, would you rather us find that dunce of the press who took our picture?"
Kamijo turned to them with a fanged grin, "I thought you'd never ask."
It wouldn't have mattered whether or not it was night or day, the Descendants of the Rose could work in either light. But night time made for a more entertaining chase.
Under a streetlight, two photographers grinned over the candid pictures they'd just taken of the spooky life insurance providers. "The boss will surely give us a promotion for these-" One of them stopped.
"What is it?"
"They ain't in the picture! What the hell? I got it right in the guy's face! What kind of person doesn't show up in a picture?" He prattled.
"What a bunch of spookies…" the other muttered.
"Spookies?" A voice rose from the darkness, "I don't think the term 'spookies' would get you a promotion based on your writing skill, now would it?"
The two men gazed apprehensively at Kamijo, who was grinning with an evil glint in his eyes.
"Hey, look mister, no hard feelings about taking your photo. A guy's gotta eat, you know?" he chuckled.
Kamijo snickered, getting up leaning against the street lamp and taking a few steps closer. "But of course… a guy's got to eat."
Suddenly, out of the shadows, the four others appeared, but none of them smiling as broadly as Kamijo, the light reflecting off his white fangs.
"Wh-Whoa… what the hell…?" one of the photographers said.
"Look, the pictures didn't come out right anyway, we'll give 'em back to you if ya want…" The other said, a hint of fear laced into his speech.
"Oh no, go ahead and keep them. They'll make for very interesting evidence…" Yuki smirked.
"E-Evidence…?"
"Oh yes. I can see the headlines now. 'Group of-Spookies- Suspected in Murder of Two Members of Japan's Press'." Kamijo smirked evilly.
By now, the two men were very apprehensive. It was a time like this that everything went happily according to plan. Only in a matter of moments, the two members of the press would have their screams stifled, just in time for their throats to be pierced by five pairs of sparkling white teeth.
It was late that night, when a young girl was brought into the emergency room. A car accident. It was too late to save her parents.
The lights in the operating room flashed on, and a doctor rushed to stop the internal bleeding that was going on inside the girl's stomach. Yuki had to hold his breath, or the smell of blood would be too much to handle. There was so much of chaos inside the operating room, so no one seemed to notice that Yuki was just standing there, staring at the blood that dropped onto the floor, counting each drop.
Eighteen, nineteen, twenty…
Just about now, Jasmine and Teru would be working on the electricity-
The lights went out, and the few seconds of darkness was all the time Yuki needed.
He leaned down, and bit the girl's neck. She had lost most of her blood in the accident, and during the operation, so the few mouthfuls that Yuki swallowed were the only drops she had left. She wouldn't have made it anyway.
The lights turned on, as the generator kicked in.
The girl's wounds had all healed, and she opened her eyes, now two bright red spheres that clashed with her pale flesh.
"There's a wound on her neck." A nurse said. The doctor turned to see it, but spoke a contradiction.
"There's nothing there…." He said.
Yuki turned, his job being done, as he took the few steps to the door out of the emergency room, he licked his lips. Blood stained the mask over his mouth, and he noticed the nurse staring at him with wide eyes. But regardless, he left, stepping silently down the empty halls of the hospital.
"You guys took your damn sweet time with the electricity." Yuki scowled at Hizaki and Teru, as they met behind the hospital. "I was practically dying of thirst."
"Get over it, Yuki. We just ate an hour ago." Hizaki groaned.
"Well how about next time you two try standing in a room with fresh blood and try to restrain yourselves-"
"Will the three of you stop that?" Kamijo scolded, as he jumped down from the roof of the hospital, and Jasmine joined him shortly after.
"Besides, the three of you didn't have to jump into the middle of the street and cause that car crash anyway. It wasn't easy at all to make sure that the girl's parents died and that she'd only live a few minutes after." Jasmine added.
Kamijo interrupted them all, "That's enough. We have more work to do tomorrow, and we must prepare for the announcement of our Project of Eternal Life."
The next day, it was announced that the president of Descendants Corporation would be adopting the girl in the accident.
Kamijo greeted the girl with the accustomed elegance that he always had to exaggerate around humans. He even went through the trouble of bringing her a bouquet of everlasting roses.
"Do you like roses?" He asked, and the girl smiled. He handed her the bouquet and bowed gracefully.
As they walked through the halls of the hospital, Kamijo could hear every whisper of the employees.
"It's the work of the devil."
"Speaking of devils, I bet they staged the whole thing for the project."
Truly, Kamijo didn't care what they said about him. It didn't matter at all what they said. Because he knew that soon enough, they'd all follow him. The Project of Eternal Life was to be initiated in only a few days. And that was more than enough.
