Author's Note: Sorry for the late update bit things came up and this chapter had to be rewritten three times now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Blood Brothers or Hetalia. If I did then there would be an entire cross over series between the two.
Jira sighed as she looked out the window of her empty hotel room. She looked down at the blood covered streets and the survivors of today's surprize attack cart away the fallen soldiers. Jira looked down at her bloodstained outfit and decided that she should wash off some of the blood she had caked on her skin underneath her clothes. She walked into the bathroom and shut the door, readying herself for the worst part of being a vampire warrior, bathing.
The next day Jira felt absolutely awful. Her stomach gurgled and bubbled leaving the woman who was nearly an Old Blood feeling very nauseous and on the verge of throwing up. She held her upset stomach and kept her mouth covered to try and stop herself from vomiting. She stood outside the mess hall and wanted to leave, even if she wasn't nauseous she didn't feel like eating because of one woman. Alice Eve. Her death sent Jira over the edge and she simply didn't have the energy nor drive to live anymore. Cain and Sei noticed this and decided that enough was enough, Jira needed to eat something. Cain grabbed Jira's wrist and started dragging her into the mess hall.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jira asked angrily in her disguised voice. It was much deeper than when she was a human, but it was better than nothing.
"You're eating something whether you like it or not Jiro. It's not healthy for you to skip meals like this," Cain chided as he dragged his comrade into the mess hall. Before they could even reach the line Jira vomited in front of her and felt her cheeks turn a dark shade of red. The men around her laughed and she yanked her wrist from Cain's grip. Jira ran from the mess hall and into her room. She slammed the door before she ran to the bathroom to cry in the bathtub.
"Cain we should really go and check on Jiro. He's been in his room for two hours and I fear that he'll try to commit suicide again," Sei said in a slightly worried tone. It had only been a month since Jira had tried to jump off the top of the building with cinderblocks attached to her ankles. Luckily Cain had caught her before she could even make it to the edge of the building and since then Cain and Sei had kept a close eye on Jira. They both knew that Jira needed a shoulder to cry on and someone to listen to her worries and fears. The pair decided to enter her room to try and stop Jira from doing something stupid and rushed in without knocking nor thinking. When they entered they heard the sound of running water stop. From the bathroom stepped a beautiful woman in a white robe. She noticed the two men staring at her and gasped. She immediately covered herself and ran back into the bathroom, but before she could take a step Cain held her wrist and noticed the similarity between her wrist and Jiro's.
"What are you doing here? And where's Jiro?" Cain demanded causing the girl to shake with fright.
"Cain that's no way to speak to a young woman such as her," Sei reprimanded before he walked over to the frightened girl.
"Miss, would you mind telling us why you're here?" Sei asked calmly as he placed his hand on the girl's trembling shoulder.
"W-well, Mochizuki-sama is allowing me to stay here. You see he found me not too long ago and he decided to take care of me until I got better," Jira said as she held herself and feigned looking weak and naturally pale skin added to the effect and she felt embarrassed so her red blush made it look as though she had a fever.
"P-please pardon me for asking this, but would you two mind leaving so I can get dressed to go to bed," Jira said shakily ash she shivered due to the cold chill she got. The two men left the room and Jira sighed. She laid on the bed and covered her face with her pillow.
"I'm sorry guys, but I just can't tell you the truth. Not yet, not until the time is right," Jira whispered into the pillow as tears streamed down her face. She put the pillow down and changed into her normal clothes. Jira cleared her throat before she stuffed some pillows underneath the blanket to make it look like there was a person underneath it.
"Well Jira this is goodbye. It's time for me to defend the city," Jira said in her faked voice before she left the room with her sword in hand.
Author's Note: This fic will be updated more later, but for now enjoy what's up. Review please.-Bff#3.
