Okay, I had to delete my last DL story cause I just wasn't feeling it. I've actually started liking the Mukamis better because they're more of a family than the Sakamakis.

Plus, if you really look at it, they do treat Yui better than the Sakamakis do.

Anyway, I have a better story laid out for this fanfic, but the Mukamis won't come in for a while. It's going to be a SakamakixOC, but there will be interactions with the Mukami.

ALSO, YUI IS GONE! THAT IS IMPORTANT INFO FOR THIS FANFIC!

Okay, here is OC's bio:

(Main OC) Name: Mori, Aika (Forest, Love song; Love Song of the Forest)

Age: 18

Species: Sorceress.

And in my universe, Sorcerers and Sorceresses age very very slowly. Their magic keeps their bodies healthier and more youthful so every 10 human years, it would be 1 vampire/sorcerer year of aging in appearance.

So if Aika is 18, and this year is 2016, she was born in 1836! So she, the Sakamakis (mostly Shu and Reiji), and the Mukamis would be around the same age of this year.

Also, you're going to find out a lot more about her as the story goes on; but I'll leave you with the introduction for now.

Any character that is only seen once or is just a background character will not be given a design or description.

I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC!


The bright sun sent shimmering rays over the placid ocean, bestowing a golden path from the shore to the horizon. Aika blinked toward the noon-sun that announced to her a day she was dreading, yet was glad to see. She let the moment sink in, soothe her from her core right out to where the nascent rays touched her skin. She stood on the large balcony outside of her room, the iron railing shimmered in the creeping sunlight, always polished with prestige. The posts underneath were all flushed posts. Aika overlooked the blue ocean beneath her family's mansion.

She wore a polished royal blue satin dress, which was finely cut just above her knee-cap. Its delicate floral beaded scoop neckline with a form-fitted sheath outline gave off the view of her enticing hourglass curves. Her jewelry consisted of a vintage medium rhinestones necklace, done with large medium emeralds and sparkling light blue smaller stones. She wore black, three-inch high heels.

Her blue-indigo hair was pulled up into an intricately Winding Lace-Braid Ponytail that reached her midsection, with her bangs cut short above her eye brows. Her silver eyes flickered with tension and anxiety; this would explain her fiddling hands.

Behind her, her lady-in-waiting knocked on the opened balcony door to alert her mistress. "Milady, the limo will be arriving soon. Your father said you need to be downstairs within five minutes."

Aika turned to the maid, looked down at the ground with doubt, and gazed at the handmaiden. "Okay." She replied rather despondently.

The chambermaid bowed and left the quarters. The teen took one last glance at the sunlight before walking inside. Her walking motion was catlike; she walked in a straight line with one foot always in front of the other. She sauntered toward her bed. It was a Villa Valencia Canopy Bed, with red velvet bed curtains. But now her bed sheets and pillows were gone, along with her grandmother's Louis XV Vanity that she received when the woman had passed on, her clothes, and all of her other belongings had been taken to her new home. . .

To her fiancé's home.

Aika was engaged to a man she had only met once. But she didn't know she was engaged to him until last week, when her father abruptly announced her transition to his mansion. Filled with apprehension, she walked into the ornate hallways and just stared at her feet the entire time. Her black heels being muffled by the Dean Regal Red Carpet Rug hallway. When she arrived at the banister, she paused.

The banister arced like flowing water with the exact same smoothness it must have done on the architects sketch. Perfection in dark wood. A piece like that would have cost more than the maid's annual salary and then some. From above, it appeared to float over the twin wide spiral staircases to the second and then first floor with spectral ease. On closer inspection, they were supported with the most ornate wrought iron balustrades that appeared to grow from the floor and blossom upward. Aika had never taken the time to appreciate its beauty, until now.

The entrance hall had a glossy herringbone wood floors and a curving Norma Desmond worthy staircase with dozens of heavily carved and super-fat spindles all lit by an impressively glittery chandelier. The massive main floor contained a reception hall, formal living and dining rooms, a paneled family room with a bar lounge, a music room, a wood paneled library, a paneled office, and the main family kitchen, butler's pantry and staff room.

And the second floor included at least five of the 10 bedrooms and included three family bedrooms with private coopers, a junior master suite with a private lanai and mini-gym, and the ridiculously regal master suite which encompasses a sitting room, bedroom, dual bathrooms, dual dressing rooms, and a powder room.

And the third floor included a workshop, her father's man cave, a music room, a wood paneled library, and a home theater.

The girl traveled down the staircases, right down to the bottom floor. Before her lay the intricately carved, oak double doors. The butler came out as soon as he saw the young miss.

"Miss Mori has arrived." The butler announced to whoever was on the other side. He then stepped aside to let her though.

Aika felt her stomach twist. Her heart was beating like a jackhammer. But none of that anxiety was shown on her outward complexion. She had been taught to keep all unpleasant emotions inside, and to never show weakness.

'A lady must always maintain her poise.' Her tutor's strict words resounded in her mind. 'Even when faced with doubt and distress.'

With a pounding heart, Aika straightened her posture, folded her hands in front of her, and walked gracefully towards the door.


The sunlight was hidden away by the large mansion as Aika walked down the stairs. A limousine pulled into the driveway in front of the three story mansion. The 2.2-acre property, embraced by a massive 1,000-foot long by 36 feet high hand-chiseled Jerusalem stone wall, was softened with lush foliage and specimen plantings, a swan pond and an infinity pool reaching toward the endless vistas. Stepping stones and monumental gates lead into the gardens delightful tranquility.

Aika's father stood in front of the vehicle, watching his daughter and expecting her to go along with her obedient facade. But Aika could only guess that he was her father; she had rarely ever seen him before. The only time it was said that he was officially around was at her mother's funeral.

Even now she doesn't remember what he looked like. Or even what his first name was. She proceeded to walk down the stairs. The chauffeur had his face hidden in the shroud of his hat; he bent over and opened the door for her in the very back of the limo.

Aika's father(?) stopped her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "When you arrive at your new home, give this to the head of the household." He handed her a folded letter. "They have been notified of your new residency in their house, but this is in case there is any confusion." The letter was bleach white, and folded so expertly that it almost looked like just a small slip of paper, had it not been for the red wax seal.

"Goodbye, Aika." Her father said blandly before walking back to the mansion.

Aika just climbed into the back seat and the driver shut the door. She was left sitting alone in the long, narrow compartment with red leather seats looping around the insides of the car, a fully stocked bar, and a TV screen. She was glad that the windows, like the driver's glasses, were darkened. Nobody was able to see in; nobody could see the look of complete and utter frustration on her face.

The sounds of the doors locking echoed into Aika's mind, as if taunting her with the last chance to just kick the door open and run into the deep forest was gone. But even if she had that chance, she couldn't take it. Her family's pride and honor were resting heavily on her shoulders. She would not disappoint her ancestors. She would not disappoint her mother. She had been the one to arranged this marriage, and Aika would not go against her late mother's plans.

The bride-to-be twisted the diamond betrothal ring around her finger. It felt heavier every time she glanced at it.

A moment later, they were out on the open road. She was informed earlier that the journey would be about 6 hours, so she had some time. Since it was mid-afternoon, she would be at her new home at around 9:30 pm. She was being taken all the way to Tokyo, all the way from Osaka.

The smooth vibrations from the road hummed into Aika's ears. She skimmed her finger tips along the smooth, sharp edges of the letter. She wanted so badly to tear it to pieces. But it was not in her nature. Instead, she set the letter on the seat next to her, and rested her head to look out the window. Green blurs passed by, making it seem as if the car itself wasn't moving and everything else was moving at the speed of sound. Pretty soon, Aika felt her eyelids growing heavy as the hypnotic terrain was lulling her to sleep.

As her consciousness ebbed, her mind went into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of a new dream . . . .


Year: 1916

Aika was 8-years-old. She wore a Soraya Doha Sapphire Blue Dress with a purple Italian hand-beaded sash, blue box pleat skirt with fine petticoat lining, and a purple beaded sash that tied into a bow at the back. She wore a pair of pretty white church heels and a beautiful black ribbon held her neck-length, blue hair behind her ears. She held onto her hands in front of her.

The heels on her feet were making her arches hurt, so she internally begged for their guests to quickly show up, so she could sit down. She was standing besides, whom she assumed to have been, her father. She didn't even care. After their guests arrive he's just going to leave her alone again.

Behind them, every house-servant (maids and butlers) were lined up to greet their noble guests.

A carriage came into view over the far horizon. It was a Gold State Coach, approximately 24 feet long and 12 feet high. It was gilded and featured painted panels and rich gilded sculptures including three cherubs on the roof and four tritons, one at each corner. The body of the coach was slung by braces covered with Morocco leather and decorated with gilt buckles. The Gold State Coach was pulled by a team of 8 white horses, each wearing a Red Morocco harness.

As it drew nearer, Aika could see, through the windows, that there were three figures inside; a tall woman and two small boys. The carriage came to a stop about 12 feet from where Aika was standing.

The footman opened the coach door and the beautiful woman stepped out followed by her two sons. The boys were wearing the same outfits, but they had different colors. They wore a simple shirt and buttoned it up fully to support the elegant tie. On top of the shirt, there was a classy vest with 6 buttons, it has a a fairly deep v-line, which causes the vest to line up perfectly with the jacket's v-line when buttoned up.

The jackets perfectly wrapped around their bodies. They are solid colors without a pattern which radiate finesse. The 6 buttons of their double breasted jackets were all buttoned up with the exception of one on the blond haired boy, but it added a casual touch to his elegant look. The jacket was the same length all around, it had a vent at the back, with a single pocket on one side and a breast pocket which had been left empty. Their pants, which copied the style of the jackets, both in color and pattern and they perfectly complemented their shoes. They wore a lavish pair of split toe derbies.

The blond boy's suit color was a light green, and the dark-haired boy's was a dark brown.

The blond woman wore her hair in a bun but had two long strands in the front with her bangs parted to the left, just above her sky blue eyes. She wore a red and black gown. The top part consisted of black shoulders with a gold border and long red capped sleeves with a black border and black ruffles at the end of the sleeves. The middle was a fitted bodice with red sides featuring gold borders and embellishment and a black middle section which is part of the neckline. The bottom of the dress was a red skirt with black ruffle borders opened in the front to reveal a dark red petticoat. She also wore a red jewel necklace.

The butlers bowed and the maids curtsied to their guests. Then Aika's father bowed and she curtsied like she was taught.

"Greetings, you must be Mrs. Sakamaki." Her father took the woman's hand and kissed it.

Mrs. Sakamaki smiled and curtsied in response. "Hello, Mr. Mori. I am Beatrix, and this is Shu, my eldest, and Reiji, is my second son. I'm here in my husband's place to discuss the arrangements."

"Of course," He stepped aside and gestured for the woman to follow him, before he turned to Aika. "Allow my daughter, Aika, to show your sons around." He volunteered her to do. But she knew it was more of a command.

"Oh, they would be delighted." Mrs. Sakamaki replied with a gentle smile.

Aika looked back at the two boys. They were about her age, although she knew they were vampires so it would've been hard to tell (that was the only thing she was told of their characteristics). The eldest, Shu, had blond hair like his mother and her eyes, as well. He kept looking in other directions, as if he would rather be somewhere else at the moment.

The raven-haired boy, Reiji, kept his scarlet eyes directly on her. He had a more strict attitude than his older brother, Aika could tell just by looking at him.

"This way, please." She turned around and began walking back to her mansion. Soon she heard their footsteps behind he-


SCREEEEEEEECH!

Aika jolted awake and shrieked as she was violently thrown on the floor with the sudden stopping of the vehicle. A BOOM! was heard right afterwards.

Her silver eyes looked out the tinted window. The sun was already dipping behind the horizon, but the daylight still lingered in the air as though it was accidentally left behind. The defiant sky adorned itself with brilliant reds and oranges, and clothed itself in garish splendor. The limo was still on the road on a cliffside, but they were in the middle of nowhere.

Aika then checked the time on her phone: 5:30 pm. She was asleep for two hours. What could they have possibly stopped for?

She heard the driver's door open and slam shut. The sounds of footsteps ran around the vehicle until they reached her door. It was pulled open and the driver looked in.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a genuinely concerned voice.

"Yes. I'm fine." She replied. "Why did we stop?"

"A tree just fell onto the road, it almost crushed us." He explained. He backed away from the door and allowed Aika to peer out.

A tree had indeed fallen down onto the road. The road itself was only a two lane, but it managed to block the whole pathway before having its leafy-green branches hanging over the side of the drop-off. It was quite healthy for something to have fallen down on its own. The odd part was the base of the tree, where the stump should've been hanging off, was clean cut.

Almost as if someone cut it down.

The car was just inches from touching the trunk. A few branches had managed to hit the roof of the hood, causing sizable dents, but there was no indication of damage to the engine. Had the driver not seen the tree, they would've been . . . .

Aika pushed that thought from her head. They were alive, and that's that.

"We're gonna have to take another route. We may not get there until tomorrow morning." The driver took off his hat and wiped his sweating forehead with a cloth.

Aika had a thought. "There's no need." She said. She moved away from the limo and stood still right in front of the tree. The driver didn't question her actions, he just stayed silent behind her.

The girl closed her eyes and imagined a dozen, blue ropes around the tree's branches; the ropes stretched down from the cliff. She pointed her finger at the tree and sharply pointed it away to the side. Just as she had done this, the tree was suddenly yanked off the road and over the cliff. It tumbled off the rocky wall and twisted in the air, before finally crashing down onto the trees below. All of it just happened in 2 seconds.

The driver just stood there, dumbfounded at Aika's ability. She turned around and smiled gently at him, "There we go."

She walked back to the open and the driver nervously held it open for her. She stepped in and he shut the door behind her. No sooner had he done that, Aika felt the energy drain from her. Magic takes a lot out of a Sorceress, and she was just at an intermediate level.

Pretty soon, she felt herself drifting off again. Hopefully, no other accidents would occur this time.


This time, Aika didn't dream. She usually didn't dream after she used her magic. But at least she was able to sleep until they'd arrived at her fiancé's mansion.

The mansion was constructed out of tanned stone and had large windows that were beautifully made. There were multiple brown gables upon the large roof, resting on the other 3 stories. It looked quite historical and it seemed that it had housed generations upon generations. But she knew otherwise; vampires lived indefinitely, so they could stay in a house for as long as they wanted. In the courtyard, a large fountain was tipped with a gargoyle.

"The masters should still be in school." The driver advised. "You may want to just wait inside your room. Either the maid or the butler will escort you."

"Thank you," Aika let out a breath of relief from being in the car the whole time. After he drove off, Aika walked up to the large oaken double doors.

It was around 10:00 p.m. when they arrived. The delay of traffic had awoken Aika early from her car nap. The night sky stood an inky canopy of darkness freckled only by the fewest of stars, where just hours ago it had been a blue Autumn's day. The occasional hoot of a hidden owl was the only sound to permeate the silence until Aika was about to knock on the door. Somehow, a maid had known she was at the door and it was opened immediately.

The maid looked at her for a moment. "You must be the ne-" The woman stopped herself. "You must be Shu's fiancée." She opened the door wider to let the slightly confused girl inside.

"Were you just about to say 'new'?" Aika asked out of curiosity. "Why would I be 'new'?"

The maid ignored her and gestured for her to follow. Aika had to walk briskly to follow the maid, so much that she couldn't get a very good look at her new surroundings. After climbing the stairs to the second floor, she was taken through a maze of hallways and corridors until she was brought to a set of double doors.

The maid opened the doors to reveal her new living quarters. A large mahogany poster bed was fitted with her beige comforter and it rested to the right side of the entryway. Her grandmother's vanity was opposite to the bed. Three sets of windowed balcony doors stood next to the walk-in closet, the wine-red curtains were pulled back to reveal the waning moon over the forest that lay beyond a large lake. Another door led to a personal bathroom.

"Is everything to your liking?" The maid asked.

Aika nodded. "Oh! Also, give this to the head of the household." Aika handed her the letter. The maid bowed and closed the door behind Aika.

Once again she was alone. Aika walked over and sat on her new bed. Almost immediately, she sank deeply into. She never expected her mattress to be so comfortable. After unstrapping her heels, she crawled under the sheets and decided to take a little cat nap until her betrothed returned home . . . .


Opening Title Sequence (Look up on YouTube:【MMD】 Hana no saku basho (60fps); Username: Mizuki xl12) (Just pretend for the rest of the stuff! Not all of this matches the animation)

Aika looks out down at her feet in sorrow. Suddenly, a ray of light shone down onto her. But as she reaches for it, the light fades away; she retracts her hand and looks around for something, anything at all.

Amaoto ga kieyuku koro yami ni tachi noboru taiyō,
(When the sound of rain starts to vanish, and the sun begins to rise from the darkness)
Kanashimi ni nureru kimi no sono hoho o sotto terasu tame ni,
(Shine on your cheeks with grief)
Inori no yō na hikari no senrei yo kimi no michi furisosoide,
(Like a prayer, the light baptizes you, pouring down on your path)

Hana no saku basho e to bokura wa arukidasō ikusen no itami kiyomete,
(Let's walk the path where flowers bloom and purify our numerous wounds)
Rakuen no owareta bokutachi wa tsukureru sō,
(Let's chase paradise, we can create it)
Atarashī El Dorado,
(Yes, a new El Dorado)

Aika begins walking. Unsure, she just wanders in any direction. Suddenly, another light appears. It's arched and it shows a figure who reaches out its towards her.

Aika, happy to no longer be alone, finally smiles.


CHAPTER 1 IS DONE!

I wonder how the Sakamakis are going to react to a strange new girl in their mansion, and not be able to kill her because she's all ready engaged to one of them?

*Before you say anything in the comments: Yes, Aika does seem to sleep a lot. Mostly, because she likes to dream.

*And I may change the title later on.