"Vampiric Princes"
YuukiBlossoms
Chapter Three:
Sunday. A Day for Anything.
Dimitri groaned, and her eyes slightly opened, narrowing at the sight in front of her. Her little brother. Sitting on her, playing his PSP. He has short messy crimson red hair and bright onyx eyes. He was wearing a baggy backetball jersey and blue jean shorts, along with white tennis shoes.
"Shiro... What are you doing..."muttered Dimitri, staring at the ceiling.
"Mum said you had to take care of me today. She also stated that you had to get up and take me out for the day."Shiro muttered, as he kept playing on his PSP.
"Ugh...Fine. Get out of my room so I can get dressed."said Dimitri, as she sat up. Shiro got off of her, and walked out of the room, closing the door. Dimitri got out of her bed, and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out a dark blue shirt; which was tight at the chest, and flowed out near her waist. She grabbed a pair of blue jeans, and slipped the clothes on. She placed on her simple black choker, which had a simple crescent moon hanging off of it, and pulled her hair into a braided ponytail, brushing her bangs to the left. She slipped on her black fishnet gloves, and her black vanns with crimson petals on them. She walked out of her room, picking up Shiro by his waist, and left the house.
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"Is.... there anywhere you'd like to go, Shiro?"asked Dimitri, blankly.
"Can we get some dango, oneesama?"asked Shiro, walking hand in hand with her.
"Sure, Shiro."smiled Dimitri. They entered the closest dango shop, and ordered some dango.
"Dimitri-san? What are you doing here?"a dark, gentle voice said from behind her. Dimitri blinked, and turned around. She blinked, as she stood there.
"I'm getting some dango for my little brother..."stated Dimitri, as she stared at Itachi, smiling gently.
"Really? Little Brother?"smirked Itachi, as he looked down at Shiro, who is 8 years old.
"Vampire."stated Shiro, glaring at Itachi.
"Yeah... Sorry about him... He hasn't got over what some vampires did to our family..."muttered Dimitri, as she stood there. She then handed Shiro his dango, who ate it quietly.
"Did something bad happen?"asked Itachi, watching Dimitri.
"My father was murdered by vampires when Shiro was 5 years old... About 3 years ago..."answered Dimitri. Itachi stared at Dimitri and Shiro; the latter continued to glare at him.
"Onee-sama. I want to leave."muttered Shiro, as he pulled at her shirt.
"Of course, Shiro."smiled Dimitri. He grabbed her hand, and began to pull her out of the store.
"Bye, Itachi-san."said Dimitri. She then left with Shiro. Itachi stood there, watching them leave, thinking to himself.
"Hmm...."smirked Itachi, thinking.
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"Dimitri! Shiro-kun!"grinned Artemis, waving at them. She rushed over to them, and grabbed Shiro, and hugged him tightly to her chest. Artemis then sat him on his feet, and waved at Dimitri lightly.
Artemis was dressed in a black off the shoulder shirt with a white tanktop under it, a white miniskirt with black stockings and white converse. Her hands are covered by black fingerless gloves, and her hair was messy; parted to the left. In her left hand was her totally worn out skateboard. It was crimson red with black flames spray painted on it.
"Hello Artemis."smiled Dimitri.
"What are guys doing today?"grinned Artemis, watching them.
"Just hanging out, Arte."stated Dimitri.
"Really? Maybe you should take Shiro-kun to the movies? I heard the sequel to "Forever Young To Fight" is out. My neighbor's kid went and saw it; he said it had tons of explosions in it."said Artemis, smiling.
"Would you like to see that, Shiro?"questioned Dimitri, looking at her younger brother.
"Hai, oneesama."muttered Shiro.
"Aww! He's so polite!"grinned Artemis, blushing.
"Of course he is. If you was rude, I would smack him."frowned Dimitri.
"That is true."chuckled Artemis.
"We shall be leaving, Arte. I hope you have a.... fun-filled day..."muttered Dimitri, as she gripped Shiro's hand lightly.
"Byebye!"smiled Artemis, as she watched them walk away. She sat her skateboard on the ground, and began to skate through the park, thinking to herself. She suddenly crashed into a pole, and laid there, knocked out from the pain. Deidara blinked, and saw her.
"Holy crap, yeah!"freaked Deidara. He rushed over to Artemis, who laid there. A small cut was on her forehead, and a small trickle of blood smeared on her face. Deidara's nose flared, and he covered his mouth and nose, staring at Artemis, glaring.
"Her scent.... it's wonderful...un..."growled Deidara, as he sat there, glaring at Artemis. She groaned, and turned over on her side, struggling to get up.
"The hell happened..."whispered Artemis. She placed her hand on her forehead, and pulled it away, to see blood on her hand. She blinked, and wiped her face with her outer shirt. She pulled it out, and threw it in the trash. She turned, and saw Deidara, sitting on the ground, glaring at her.
"Deidara-kun?"blinked Artemis. Deidara glared, and grabbed her skateboard, and hurled it at her. She blinked, and caught it weakly. He stood up, and took off.
"FINE! BE AN ASSHOLE!"she yelled at his retreating form. Deidara vanished from her sight.
"Lunar-san? Who are you yelling at?"asked Sasori, who was behind her. She blinked, and turned; staring at Hidan and Sasori.
"Deidara! He saw me crash into a pole, and started to glare at me! He's a fucking prick!"growled Artemis.
"Did he...?"asked Hidan and Sasori. She stood there, nodding.
"Artemis!"yelled Aiden, who rushed over to them.
Aiden was currently dressed in a tight band tee; Full Moon, ripped jeans, and black converse. Her wrists are covered by medical bandages, and her hair was combed to the right.
"Hey Aiden."muttered Artemis.
"Are you alright? I saw you take a pretty nasty fall... I saw Deidara rush over to you, and then he covered his mouth and nose...."said Aiden.
"Mouth and nose?...."questioned Sasori. He looked over at Hidan, who nodded. Sasori then took off running.
"Don't mind him, girls. He just needs to go take care of a little problem with Deidara."smirked Hidan. Aiden and Artemis blinked, and looked at each other, with confusion.
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