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About the time period. . Well in my original story it took place in the 1800's. . But this ones not going to be that far back. I'll say it's twenty years in the past, and when it goes to the present, that's when Kyo will come in.
Yuki will have powers, just got to figure out what suits him best. Suggestions are welcomed lol.
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I do not own fruits basket.
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Of course I wasn't able to sleep for most of day, mostly because of the dream, and the fact that I was used to sleeping at nights. Like normal people do. It looked to be about seven pm, just by looking outside. Hatori and them would be up soon. Good thing too, I was starting to feel like I was going insane. Most of the day I had been infront of the mirror, mystified at how different I looked. For a while I was convinced that it couldn't be me. But after an hour of sitting infront of the mirror moving my hands everywhich way, trying to see if that stranger would mess up and go the other way. . I was convinced, it was me in that mirror and I would just have to accept that.
"Tohru?" Momiji's voice called from down the hall, he was really starting to grow on me. Even if he was always in my head. He seemed so innocent and young, but was so elequent with his words and made him seem much older than he was. Even though Ayame appeared older, I knew Momiji was the older and wiser one. Ayame was peculiar though, the way he acted. . I'd never met anyone like him. His personality was that of someone I would think was not well. "Tohru?" He repeated, with a soft knock.
"Come in, Momiji." I said quietly, moving away from the mirror and to the door. Momiji walked in, a pleasant smile on his face. I gave him a curious look, he was always in a good mood, but it looked like he had news.
"Would you like to meet Yuki now?" He asked me, his smile growing. I found myself smiling too.
"Yeah, I'd like that." I told him, my voice sounded strong but slightly nervous. He turned and waved a hand over his shoulder for me to follow. Obediantly I followed him out of my room. During the time I was awake I had tried on all sorts of clothes in the drawers. It took me a while but I decided on a light pink dress. The sleeves stopped a little ways above my elbows and the front was square shaped and showed off my snowy white shoulders. The dress went to my knees, and fit my form perfectly accenting my small curves.
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Momiji lead me to the library, on the third floor of the manor. He knocked once, and entered with out a responce. Nervous now more than ever, I decided to stay behind till I was called for. Momiji wasn't having that though, he grabbed my arm and dragged me inside.
"Come on, Tohru! Don't be shy, Yuki is real nice. You'll see." He assured me, I nodded even though I was still scared out of my mind.
"Tohru Honda would like to meet you." He announced, after a few moments, pointing at me. I glanced at him to see his expression. I gasped when my eyes met his. It was the violet haired god from my dream! He stood there against the wall, looking at me with slightly interested eyes. His lavander hair reached passed his earlobes and was perfectly straight, his eyes were the same color as in my dream. Purple. His skin pale, just as it was in the dream. He was tall, he towered over Momiji and I, I hadn't even realized we had crossed the room and we were now standing infront of him. He had a faint smile on his face.
"It's nice to meet you." I said timidly, with a small bow. He nodded, and continued to look me over.
"She would like it if you would tell her our history." Momiji said, I felt the urge to jab him with my elbow. I didn't want to bother him, if he didn't want to go through the story. He probably had to tell it a million times.
"I'd love to." He accepted, "Would you like to take a walk?" He asked, offering his arm to me. I was hesitant, but I grabbed the crook of his elbow. Momiji smiled at me, an encouraging one. Telling me it was okay.
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We walked out of the house and down a makeshift path, he held a couple branches in place so they wouldn't hit me. Every couple steps we took I'd hear a small snap from fallen twigs. The air smelled of cedar, and rain. The sky was dark, from what I saw through the tree tops. The air moist. We walked for a while before he finally spoke.
"So what is it you want to know?" He asked, looking at me now. Even when he watched me he still knew how to manuever through the thick forest. I tried to think of my first question, but thousands of questions came to my head I could not think of one to ask first.
"Just. . About your. ." I started, but knew I'd need a rephrase it right away. "Our kind." He raised his head to look at the tree tops.
"Our kind." He said, trying out the way the words sounded together. "Where should I start?" He said more to himself than to me.
"Anywhere you'd like." I suggested, not looking at him. He seemed to think about where to start as well. I waited patiently to hear his voice again. He had a wonderful tone to his voice. It was soft, and sweet.
"You ever wonder why you've never seen a vampire, but always hear of them in old folke tales?" He asked, looking forward now.
"Yes, all of this came as a shock to me. I always thought of vampires as a fairy tale." I said, recalling all the stories I had heard.
"Vampires used to live amungst mortals you know. We used to coexist." He explained, like he was remembering the time.
"What happened?" I asked, curious to why they now do not.
"The vampires who had no intention of harming good mortals, drank the blood of villians and troublesome animals. Which we still do, though we haven't harmed a mortal in over a hundred years." He told me, I nodded listening closely. "Our clan protected humans, and we were fasinated by them. Still are actually. ." He said reminising, I shook my head.
"They're not at all that fasinating. ." I mummbled, he chuckled at this and looked at me amused.
"But I'm sure after a few years you will gain that fasination." I shook my head.
"Go on." I said, with a small smile. He looked at me, like he would pry further but did not.
"Well we lived in peace for many years, untill one member of our clan ruined it." He said, I felt the muscles on his arm twitch.
"Akito?" I asked, thinking of him as the only evil vampire. Sure enough he nodded. My jaw clenched.
"Yes, he grew tired of living off the blood of animals, and tried to convince vampires that it was a foolish thing to lower ourselves to protect mortals. We were above humans, more advanced. At least that is how he saw it. So they chose a village and began killing everyone, not out of thirst but out of vengence. They were angry that we viewed the humans with such admiration and treated them with kindness. The humans retaliated against the vampires, but they were no match. Vampires have the strength of ten of their strongest men, the speed and agility of the fastest animal. Plus, some had their own special power, techique if you will." He said, I was picturing a helpless village being attacked by vengful vampires and an involuntary shudder rippled through my body.
"Awful." I mumbled, he nodded and continued.
"Yes, they killed fifty men, fourty-two woman, and twenty children before we got involved and drove them out." He told me, I put a hand over my mouth.
"My god." I whispered, my voice shakey.
"The humans did not think of us as being friendly after that. They shunned us, and often tried to hunt us. Which they failed at, we were to strong to take down. Too fast to catch. Well, we went into hiding for many years after that. We go out in public now, but we pose as humans." He finished, looking at me again.
"Oh, why not show yourselves now? Maybe you could start anew." I suggested, he shook his head.
"The past would repeat itself." He said, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. I lowered my head.
"I see. . And new vampires, that get taken in by Akito. Is there no hope for them?" I asked quietly, he sighed.
"Tohru," He paused. "I know your mother, she is the newest member of the Akito's clan." He said softly, as not to hurt me so much. A tear fell down my cheek, I reached to wipe it away but he beat me to it. Using his thumb to brush it off. I remembered the boy in my dream, there was so much warmth eminating off him. Yuki. . He was cold but there was a warmth in him, that I could see but not touch.
"There is no hope then." I asked, not hopeful anymore.
"I wouldn't say no hope. It depends on your mother's will, how well she is at thwarting temptation." He said, his voice held some sort of hidden apology. "If she has taken a human life, than there is nothing further I can do."
"I understand." I murmured.
The rest of our conversation revolved around some sort of training that he wished I would start. So I could find my own technique, and learn to defend myself when the time came. He told me, the strongest vampire in the world would be vulnerable for attack if he did not know how to use the power properly. He told me he would teach me hand to hand combat, and he would let me chose a weapon to practice with. In no time I would be a powerful vampire, or so he said. The thought of me training with him made the zombie butterflies flutter around rampant in my stomach. He told me he had a good feeling about me. I could not disagree more. What good could come from me?
Yuki walked me to my room when we got back to the manor, he bowed and told me to sleep well. It surprised me how much time we spent together. I crawled under the covers and smothered my face into the pillow. The soft pillow case felt good on my skin, it was cold but it had no effect on me. When I was human I'd like when my pillow was cool, it would feel good on my warm skin. But now, it would never matter. I closed my heavy eyelids. Hopefully tonight would be a dreamless night.
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There was a faint sound, but it did not seem loud enough to wake up to see what it was. I slept good, and had no dreams. The sound became louder and louder. Reluctantly I sat up, my legs dangling off the bed. I waited patiently for the sound to return. Knock, knock. Oh, the door.
"Yes?" I asked whoever was at my door.
"It's me." Momiji's voice said, "Yuki asked me to get you." He informed. Silently, I thanked whatever caused me the inability to blush. For I would be a deep shade of red by now.
"Come in." I muttered, he seemed to know before I said it for he was already inside my room. "Momiji, I wish you would stay out of my head. There can not be many interesting things in there."
"I know, I know. It's just more convinent, don't you think?" He said, shrugging his shoulders.
"In any case. . Did Yuki say what he wanted to see me about?" I asked anxiously, he smiled at my urgency.
"Yuki likes you." He ignored my question. I flustered.
"Wha-what?" I stuttered, embarrassed. "How do you know that?" He pointed to his head.
"It's all in here, his thoughts have been on you since he saw you." He said, it seemed to surprise him as much as it surprised me. "What did you do? You've enchanted him haven't you?" He accused.
"I would do no such thing!" I argued, but I was not completely sure what enchated meant. He chuckled.
"It means, you did something that captivated him. Something about you draws him to you. I have never seen him spend that much time explaining our history." He said grinning at me, I waved my hands infront of my face.
"But he really was. . Explaining our history." I defended, he laughed and nodded.
"Of course, of course." He said smugly, I crossed my arms. "Oh, don't be such a poor sport Tohru. I was only fooling." He said more serious, I did not drop my arms.
"Why does Yuki want to see me?" I asked again, his eyes brightened like he had good news.
"In all his time here, Yuki has NEVER volunteered to train a new vampire. He wishes you to become his pupil." He stated. It surprised me. What could have he seen in me? Momiji must have noticed my dazzed expression because he crossed the room to wave a long slender hand in my face.
"What? I was only thinking, you should know that." I muttered bitterly.
"Touche." He said with a smile. "We should get to the training room." I quirked a brow at that. Training room? What didn't this place have?
"Alright, I'd like to see this. . Training room of your's." I said eagerly, he nodded and turned toward the door. We walked down the stair case and down another set of wooden stairs. We were underground now. The room was huge, it was the floor was plain white, that shined glorously. All over the front wall was a large mirror, stretching across the whole length of that wall. A wooden case held various weapons. There was a bamboo stick, at least ten swords, and many others that I wasn't familiar with. One weapon impaticular seemed to interest me. It was a set of fans, fans that you would see elegant ladies holding in their hands. How could this be a weapon?
"Tohru, nice to see you." Yuki greeted, it snapped me to attention. He was leaning against the wall, holding a bundle of clothes. My eyes scanned over his form. He wore a black robe like thing, the pants were wide and baggy, and he wore a black belt holding the front of the robe together. The front was slightly open and showed off his white toned chest. Before I knew it he was standing infront of me, his arms outstretched to hand me the clothes. "Change into this, it will be easier for you to move around in." He instructed, and pointed to a door next the the weapon shelf. I nodded and walked into the room.
It was a small cramped white room, with a long mirror on one of the walls. I set the clothes down on the little stool the room provided, and looked myself over. My hair was slightly messy from sleep, I wore the same light pink dress. I had no time to change when Momiji came for me. For a moment I stood and had a staring contest with my reflection, when it became a draw I shrugged off the dress and it fell to the floor. As soon as I saw my body my eyes widened, and I averted my gaze. That wasn't my body! It was the body of the woman in the mirror, but not my own. It was too perfect to be mine.
My legs were never that long and never that perfectly shaped. The snowy white complextion covered my whole body. The small shape of my shoulders looked so dainty, but so strong at the same time. My abs were toned and looked perfect, when they were never like that before. I shook my head and sat on the bench, slipping my long legs into the wide pant leggings. When I had the ridiculous outfit completely on, I looked at myself again. The belt was white and was tied tight and emphasized how tiny my waist was.
After a while I exited the room, to meet Yuki who was still leaning against the same wall. Momiji was gone by now, Yuki pushed himself off the wall and grabbed two bamboo sticks off the wall. As he walked towards me he flung one of them to me. It was too high, so I had to jump a little to catch it. It surprised me at how light it was. Before I could even think about it for long he came at me with it, without thinking I blocked his attack with the stick. It sounded like a loud clack, quickly after that he swept the stick on the floor by my feet. It made me lose my balance and I fell on my back.
"Good." He said, some what sarcastically. I giggled a little, and lifted myself up. He wasn't there when I got up, and before I had time to spin around to look for him he had me in a head lock with the stick. "Make sure you keep an eye on me at all times. No exceptions." I nodded to the best of my abilities. He released me and threw the stick to the other side of the room and took mine's as well. "Punch me." He ordered and he held his hands out infront of him.
"What? No! I couldn't!" I shrieked, he laughed.
"I want to see your form. ." He said, he still saw the worry in my eyes. "It wont hurt me. I promise." He encouraged, I squeezed my eyes shut and flung my fist forward. When it did not connect I opened to see why, he was no longer there. I felt a large hand on the back of my head. "Keep your eyes open." He reminded, and without warning he pushed my head roughly and I fell to the ground.
"Eh, sorry." I muttered, getting a little frustrated. This was no way to treat a woman. Though, it really did not bring on any pain. He grapped a handful of my shirt and lifted me up, setting me on my feet. He raised his fists again and nodded. I let out the breath I had been holding and threw another punch his way. It connected and he stumbled back.
"Good, good." He appraised, I smiled indulgently and folded my arms behind my back. He granted me a pleasant smile and walked towards the weapon case. "I saw you admiring the iron fans." He pointed out, I walked over to him and eyed the fans.
"Yes, I think they're beautiful." I said, admiring the way the metal shined. It was colored all black, with corners. There was a small signiture on the bottom of one of the fans. I examined it closer, the signiture read 'Rose' and there was a small painting of a red rose next to it. The script looked to perfect to be that of a human.
"It was sister's. . She was killed for being a half human." He said, sadness in his voice.
"I am terribly sorry." I said, sincerly. I knew how he felt, Mom was pretty much gone and it felt horrible. Like I failed her. "Half human?" I asked myself, I meant to keep it in my thoughts.
"Yes, they're aren't many of them that survive after birth. But she was strong, my mother had an affair with a mortal and my sister was concieved. Soon after that my father found out about it, and killed the man and my mother. I took my sister and ran. Eventually my father found my sister and I, she was eighteen I was almost sixty. Half breeds age as humans do you see, and are killed so much easier. We fought my father off, and he killed her." He told me, the reminder of his sister's death must have been too much for him because he turned away from the fans.
It was silent for a moment and I spoke, it sounded like pin dropping in a quiet room. "When you say mother and father. ." I started.
"The woman who turned me, and her mate." He elborated, which made sense. I did not think there was anyone who could be born a vampire. He opened the case and picked them up carefully. "If you like them, you can use them." He said, there was a some strange glint in his eyes.
"I couldn't, they mean too much to you." I said, letting my arms drop. He shook his head and handed them to me, I held out my hands and as soon as they touched my skin I felt a shock. When he let them go, and my fingers wrapped around them my head jerked back. I shut my eyes tight, I saw a small girl. Blood spilling from a wound on her stomach, she held the fans weakly in her hands. The fans were dripping with blood, I saw Yuki jump in front of her protectivly. He was screaming something but I could not understand. The woman did not look so much like him, she was not as pale no bruise like circles under her eyes. Her black hair was curly and drenched in blood. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she dropped the fans.
When I opened my eyes again, I was on the floor. Yuki was kneeling down in front of me, his brows furrowed. It took a moment for me to realize I was clinging to his forarms. Slowly, my grip loosened and I dropped my arms to the ground. It remained silent for another moment, untill he spoke.
"Whats the matter?" He asked me, his eyes lingering on my face. The way he looked at me, so composed but so concerned.
"There was a girl! She was bleeding out, someone was trying to kill her! You were there!" I babbled on, he looked stunned. "And she. ." I pointed at the fans with a shakey finger. "She held those." In what swift motion he was up on his feet and looking away from me. "Who was that girl?" I asked getting up as well, he exhaled sharply and his shoulders tensed.
"Rose." He said stiffly. "Please excuse me." He said, without looking at me. He was out of the room in less than a minute. Leaving me in the middle of the training room with the fans laying on the floor. I knelt down and cautiously picked them up. No images. Thats good, I do not think I could take another vision like that. What was that vision about? That dream. . It was like I could predict the future and see the past.
"Seems like you have the power of premonition." Momiji's voice told me. In my head again, like always. This would probably become irritating. "I do apologize, but I became intensly curious when Yuki rushed passed me his head down. I tried getting into his head, but he had his barrier up." He mummbled, scratching the back of his head. "What did you see?" He asked more serious now.
"His. . Sister's death." I croaked, his face fell.
"That is a sensitive subject." He told me, and walked to me and held his hands out for the fans. I gave them to him graciously and he walked over to the case. With great care he set them back in their place, and shut the case. "No need to worry, he needed to hear about it. Needed to face it again. He was repressing it, and for him it is not a good thing." He said, as he stood looking at the fans
"Did you know her?" I asked, my voice a lot more composed now. He shook his head, looking back at me.
"No, sadly I didn't." He said regretfully. "But from what hes mentioned, she meant alot to him." From the vision I had, the way he protected her. His reaction. . Momiji's explaination seemed inadequate. "Go to him, will you?" He asked, not making eye contact with me. He seemed rather embarrassed.
"To Yuki? What could I possibly do to help him?" I asked, mystified. He gave me a faint smile, his eyes avoiding mine's still.
"I do not know why, but you are the only one he wishes to see right now." He stated, like it was a fact. It confused me. A couple days ago I did not know Yuki, or anyone here. What could he have seen in me in this short period of time? "He sees something in you, that perhaps you don't see in yourself. Purity, innocence. Newborn Vamps are born with the desire to kill, and for you a newborn to stay with a human and not harm her." He started, he seemed so surprised. In all honesty I did have that urge to drink Sakuya's blood, to drain the life right out of her. Something inside me would not allow it. "It's just unnatural for a newborn to be able to resist. Without Yuki and Shigure's help, I would have killed my own family. Without any second thoughts, I would have killed each and everyone of them."
"I did want to kill them." I objected, he nodded.
"But you were strong. Stronger than any newborn vamp we have ever come across. That goodness, that strength. . It seems to draw Yuki to you." This seemed to make him happy, he seemed to enjoy this very much. "I do not know of his intentions, on what he has planned for you. Whether or not to make you his mate--" He began.
"Mate?!" I interrupted, I could not become his mate! I barely met the man! Sure, he gave me a place to stay and was keeping me away from temptation. But in all decency I could not do that. Plus. . The man in my dream, he was the only one on my mind. I scratched the thought out of my mind. Afraid that Momiji would hear, he laughed.
"Tohru, mate is life partner, not sex slave." He said. Somehow that still did not seem to set my mind to rest. There is no way that man could want that. Maybe in a couple of years of knowing me, it was like falling in love with a perfect stranger. "He does not love you. At least not yet. You see he can not see that he desires you. Not one bit."
"Then how can you? Wouldn't he have to think it, for you to know?" I asked, he shook his head.
"Not exactly, in some cases I can dig deep into the person's subconcious and see what he or she truely wants. In his case, he wants to know you. Everything about you, wants to get closer." He said, I tried to understand but it just did not seem to fit. "I will butt out if you'd like. Let the pieces fall where they may." He offered, I nodded my head immeadiatly liking that idea. He raised a his index finger. "On one condition."
"What?" I asked hesitantly.
"Give up on this human that you see. Humans and vampires were never meant to. . Love eachother. Especially in times like this." He said, his eyes held a silent plea. The human, I could not just forget him. The way his face looked, color in his cheeks. The warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart. The look he gave me, the way he treated me. So delicatly, like I was fragile. I longed for him to be in my dreams again. Just another glance of his beautiful face, I told myself. But, I knew that would never be enough.
"I'll think about it." I murmured, not believing it myself. The look of disapproval touched his eyes, and I knew what had caused it. Momiji just wanted someone for Yuki to love. Someone to make him happy, so he would dwell on the past no longer.
"Hes in his study." He said quietly, I looked up at him. "Go to him. Now, if not ever." I nodded, and ran up the stairs. My shoes clicked against the marble floor when I reached the top of the stairs. For the sake of me, I could not understand why I knew which way to go. I passed the sitting room, where I had met Ayame. Passed the library and up some stairs. At the top of the stairs there was a long hallway that lead to one room, it had a large door, the same as my own. A glass door knob as well. The floor was covered in a thick rug. On it was a red rose, surrounded by green vines with black thorns.
"Rose." I muttered, I walked over the rug. I stopped when I reached the door. Unsure of whether or not I should pursue any further.
"Come in, Tohru." Yuki's voice sounded strained, I reached for the glass doorknob. Even that was warmer than my flesh, I stood there timidly at the entrance. The room had a huge window, but was covered in heavy black drapes. The floor was marble, the same rug was in the middle of the room. "You can sit down if you want." He said, I looked at him. He sat at a huge maple wood desk, books and papers smeared all over it. Like he'd gotten frustrated and threw everything around. The beautiful face was hidden from my view by strong pale hands.
"I'm terribly sorry, Yuki. I didn't want to upset you. The vision just took me by surprise." I whispered, my voice failing me. Slowly I crossed the room and sat down on a large black chair. With my shakey hands I managed to straighten the wrinkles of the pant legs. This outfit seemed ridiculous to me, but it was alot easier to move around in. I'd give it that much.
"Do not waste your worry on me. I'm alright." His promise did not convince me at all, he lowered his hands from his face. The pain and guilt on his face was unbearable, but I could not bring myself to look away. This man, Yuki. He was so gorgeous. Like an angel, his violet orbs watched me. He set his hands on the the table, intertwining his fingers.
"How can I not worry? Your eyes. . So much pain." It took me a long while to realize that his sorrowful eyes reminded me of the stranger in the mirror. Of me, his loss was so long ago. But the pain looked fresh, like mine's. Without thinking I reached my arms across the desk and rested my small hands over his larger ones. A gasp escaped me, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
A vision? Yuki was in a dark murky cave, I could almost smell the stale air. An infants cry echoed through the cave, Yuki's lips pursed. He looked unsure of what to do, a bundle in his arms.
"Shh. ." He cooed, the infant looked at him. It's big brown eyes starring at him curiously. What a cute baby, her pink bottom lip trembled as she threatened to cry once more. "Be still my beautiful Rose." Yuki pleaded, his eyes soft and loving. Rose. "Your hungry. ." He told her, he put his index finger under his fang and pricked it. A droplet of blood formed, and he held his finger infront of Rose' mouth. She giggled in delite and wrapped her small hands around his bleeding finger. She popped his finger into her mouth, like it was a pacifier. "I know it is not enough, and it wont taste so well. But it is all I have for now, my sweet baby sister."
My eyelids fluttered open, Yuki had pulled his hands away from me. Snapping me out of my lovely vision. Seeing this lovely stoic man, have such love in his eyes. Caring for a small infant, he must have raised her all on his own. I granted myself a look at his face, he looked guarded.
"It was very admirable you know. To care for an infant, all on your own." I said after a while of silence, he stood up and looked at me.
"I was her protector, and I failed her. There is nothing admirable about it." He said, his tone livid. It was then that I realized I'd crossed that invisible line.
"I'm sorry."
"It is not you, Ms. Honda." He said, raising a hand in defense. "Rose has been gone for over twenty years, but the day she was taken from me. That memory is still fresh. Like a gaping wound across my chest that refuses to heal. I just wish I would bleed out, and join her in death. Perminate death." He said, a hand on his chest.
"That is how I felt. When I saw mom laying there on the ground bleeding. ." I said, my fist clenched against the wood desk. He gave me that heart felt look of sympathy. He truely could say, 'I know how you feel.' I cleared my now scratchy throat, and rose from my seat. The tears already starting to whell up in my eyes. "I should go, thank you for talking to me." I said quickly, my head down. I moved towards the door as quick as I could, but it was not quick enough. Yuki stood infront of the door blocking my path, he held his arms out making sure I could not fit behind him and out the door.
"Please don't repress your feelings." He said, letting his arms drop seeing that I was not going to try and escape. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop it's trembling. My eyes were not really focused on him, more on his chest because thats where my eye level was. "Vampires are prone to insanity, especially when their feelings can not be expressed." My brows furrowed and I looked up at him, tears trailing down my face.
"I-I, should have been there for her. I shouldn't have let her go out alone. ." I tried to explain through the sobs. Absentmindedly I crashed my body into him, I clutched his shirt and let my emotions free. Strong arms pulled me closer, in a comforting embrace. My tears soaked the front of his shirt.
"It is not your fault, you need to realize that." He said into my ear. My sobs grew louder.
"It is! It is my fault! I should have insisted she stayed home. ." I disagreed, my voice muffled.
"And you think she would have listened?" He asked, his chin resting on my head now. My stuffed nose made itself known, and it seemed to wake me up. Here I was, in the arms of a man who was practically a stranger. I felt torn. One part of me felt devoted to the strange man in my dream. The other said Yuki was everything I would ever need in life, and maybe. . The dream would not come true. I nibbled on the corner of my lip as my mother's face entered my mind. The look of betrayal in her eyes, the way she would have taken her revenge on me that very moment. Though, dying together did not sound so horrible.
"I should be going." I said curtly, pressing my palm against his chest and pushing myself away from him. He put his hand behind his back, to turn the door knob. "Thank you for your time. ." My voice cracked, he looked at me. Soft eyes, like he was smiling at me when actually the corner of his lips tugged down. When I realized my eyes were glued to his, I quickly snapped my head away and cleared my throat. Which caused a chuckle from him, at least I could make him laugh. He opened the door for me, "I'll be seeing you." I promised, he nodded a coy smile on his lips. The butterflies attacked my insides again, and the only movement I could control was exiting the room.
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Okie kyoru fans, Kyo will be coming out soon
I promise, I just gotta get all this technical stuff outta the way lol.
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