thanks Pride of VMMC and Kambanjo for reviewing :) Pride: thanks for the hints, i see where i didn't get Natsumi's character right now, and will work on stuff like that. Kambanjo: I had a dream. I dream where...there was FuyuMomo fanfiction for all :D (really, there isn't that much out there at all!) so, yeah, i wrote this for fuyumomo fans! oh- and fans like Pride who like a good story :)

Thanks for the reviewws 3

Chapter 3: Snatched.

(fuyuki and momoka's POV will switch around each paragraph)


"So, contrary to now popular belief, vampires are allergic to garlic, but staking them in the heart doesn't kill them; it only keeps them in place so the slayer gets a chance to...to..."

Fuyuki felt Momoka's gaze on his back. He'd felt it so many times before when he was writing on the blackboard of the Occult Club classroom- but like a fool, he dismissed it as her being interested in what he was saying.

But now it had so much meaning to it.

It made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and an unusual heat creep across his cheeks. He desperately resisted the urge to look over his shoulder, to look into those big, shimmering violet eyes staring at him lovingly. Fuyuki guessed that those elegant little hands of hers would be clasped together, like they usually were.

"She is so cute when she's shy!"

"...to...uh..."


Momoka's heart felt like it had been tickled by a feather duster when Fuyuki turned to look at her.

His mysterious dark eyes immediately locked with hers. She wanted to break that lock so she could gaze at the rest of his face; his handsome jaw line, his wonderful smile, his perfect hair- but she couldn't take her eyes away from his stare.

"I...I'm sorry, I've lost my train of thought!" Fuyuki admitted, his intelligent smile merging into a somewhat goofy grin.

"-Staking them in the heart doesn't kill them; it only keeps them in place so the slayer gets a chance to..." Momoka repeated. She'd always remember every word from his gorgeous lips, spoken in his musical voice. She took every word into her heart.

"Oh-Th-That's right..." He replied "Thank you."

Fuyuki turned away again. Momoka's eyes widened as she noticed something.

"Fuyuki-kun had been blushing!" She mentally squealed "He's shy- that's so HAWT." The sides of her hair flickered as they usually did when her 'other' personality hijacked her thoughts.

"It gives the slayer time to cut off the vampire's head."


The chalk began to feel awkward in Fuyuki's hand.

"She said back to me exactly what I had said...she really listens to me."

His grin grew on his face as he thought more about the girl sitting behind him, watching him write.

The girl who dotingly listened to his paranormal lectures that everyone else- even his paranormal friends!- thought boring and tuned out.

The girl who was still staring dutifully at him as he decided what to write next.

The girl who

was suddenly standing right next to him with that cute little hand of her resting on his arm- OH HELL!

"Fuyuki-kun? Are you alright?" Momoka's eyes were wide in concern.

"Hm? O-oh, y-yes, I'm fine!" He replied, trying not to be overwhelmed by the light, warm pressure on his arm.

"You were just staring off in space for ages...I was worried." She admitted.

"Thanks...but I'm fine." He reassured her.

"How long was I zoning out for? It just felt like seconds..." He silently scolded himself "But...Momoka-chan sometimes zones out for ages too...and looks really happy when doing so...does that mean...all those times...she was thinking about me?"

Fuyuki looked down at her hand, still on his arm.

"Um...Nishizawa-san, about what I said yesterday...I-"

"Why are you kids still in here?" The teacher boomed, barging through the door "Your club was supposed to finish ages ago. Get out and go home."


"Oh...yes, sir."Fuyuki replied. Momoka snatched her hand from his arm as he moved away.

"Damn teacher..." She mentally snarled "What Fuyuki was telling me was going to be important, you arse!"

They walked in silence through the corridors. Not an awkward silence but a...comfortable one. Momoka felt like she hadn't the need to say anything, and wasn't waiting for Fuyuki to start talking either.

They went out of the main doors and felt the bite of the cold breeze against their faces. Momoka just noticed a discreet black van parked opposite the school, and assumed it to be where the bodyguards were posted.

Lately, the guards had been very cautious and closely...er, 'guarded' Momoka more than usual. (Well, they are bodyguards -_-")

But the guards, the school, the bitterly icy wind, everything just seemed to melt so far away when Fuyuki's wonderfully warm hand gently took hers.

"Nishizawa-san." Fuyuki began, with oceans more confidence than when he was talking to her before the teacher threw them out "I promised you yesterday that I'd tell you who the girl I like is."

"A-...A-and then I'd t-t-tell you who the guy I li-li-li-like is..." Momoka frantically tried to reclaim her voice as she melted along with the rest of the scenery to Fuyuki's unknowing charm.

"Well..." His soft fingers just slightly squeezed her hand a little tighter "Can you guess?"

"I...I could...But," All of a sudden, it became incredibly, ludicrously difficult for her too look at his face ",I'm scared...I'm terrified that I'd guess wrong." She felt ashamed as she admitted it. But Fuyuki washed those horrid feelings away with a tender caress. And that super nova powered smile of his.

"You don't need to be scared." He said.

Fuyuki leaned just a little bit closer.

And closer.

And closer still.

"His hair's gotten longer..." Momoka found herself thinking, as Fuyuki leaned in close enough that the very tips of his fringe lightly tickled her forehead.

He smelled like old books and printing ink; he was that close.

Momoka had dreamt of this moment. She had longed for it since the day that she found she had feelings for that completely unremarkable, completely amazing boy named Fuyuki Hinata.

And now, it- he, was in touching distance.

But despite the dreaming, the longing, the hours spent imagining, Momoka could never- ever- have expected that what came from Fuyuki's gorgeous lips would strike her heart so.

"I like you, Nishizawa-san."

And she could never have expected what she had dreaded with every scrap of her soul, since she was eight years old, to have happened next.


She was very quiet for a heart stopping moment. Her cheeks her that fierce crimson colour Fuyuki expected they might've turned, but that just made her look even cuter. Her violet eyes sparkled as if they were about to break into floods of tears at a heart-beats notice. Her hand now gripped his even tighter; he could feel them shaking.

Finally, she spoke, and at the sound of her timid voice Fuyuki felt his heart fly out in relief.

"Fu-Fuyuki-kun...I-"

A black gloved hand clamped onto her mouth and jerked her away. Another unseen pair of hands grappled Fuyuki's shoulders and yanked him backwards. Momoka's hand slipped from his and he was left clawing at thin air.

"Nishizawa-san!"

Momoka's screams were muffled by the Kevlar glove. The black-clad figure's other arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her, feet leaving the ground. He was carrying her away.

The other figure was still behind Fuyuki, arms caught in a vice like lock behind his back. He tried futilely to tug away, to run to the other figure, to hit and kick him until he let Momoka go, to hug her with all his might and run away with her and keep her safe from these shadow wearing monsters that were tearing them away from each other.

But he just couldn't break from his retrains.

Momoka's violet eyes were screaming, pleading; she was petrified.

Then they turned listless and rolled back into her head. Her body flopped and became lifeless.

"NISHIZAWA-SAN!" He roared, ripping his throat to a bloodied mess.

Shrieking pain ignited in Fuyuki's head as his arms were released, only to be struck on the back of the neck. He crumpled to his knees, watching helplessly through blurred vision as the figures- the kidnappers- carried Momoka's body into the back of a black van parked opposite the school, and tore down the road, wheels squealing hideously as they snatched Momoka away.