Hi! Sorry I've been super busy but I've finally cut my hours back for work. So, I'll have more time to write. Hooray! Anyhoo onto the story! This ones more focused on the OCs but that's kinda because they need a little development. Anyhoo enjoy and REVIEW!


Ancient Secrets Are Revealed

Aya stared incredulously at the young man who dared to step foot in her way. "Do excuse me, but what on earth do you think you are doing?" She tilted her chin only slightly to stare at the bold and leering boy. He was not a bad looking young man, arrogant in his stance with brown hair and dull eyes. Aya was not impressed.

"I was asked to make sure no troublemakers get in." His leer grew as he bowed his head into Aya's personal space. "I'm sure I could be persuaded to make an exception though." His eyes slithered across the contours of her face. She scowled at the bold, useless, and ignorant little boy in front of her. "Ackwen fildor," she hissed out in her ancient tongue.

Midori giggled, "Don't worry Aya I'll persuade him for you." She stood on her tiptoes and the boy grinned and leaned down further to hear her. She whispered into his ears a melodious spell that had his eyes drooping and his grin falling into the sweet and simple smile of the boy he really was. "May we pass now?" Midori asked as she stood away from the boy. "Of course," His smile grew further amplifying his innocent features. "Thank you," Midori giggled and bounded happily into the room. Aya followed silently behind her companion with a last glance at the blissful looking young man.

"Keep watch of the door way, I'll find the box." Aya spoke to her friend who was curiously glancing at all of the mystical items in the room. The room they had entered was a small storage room filled with ancient artifacts from all over the world. Massive old books lined the walls, their spines colored dark reds and browns. Carvings of elves, fairies and other mystical creatures were spaced delicately upon another shelf. There were countless orbs and weapons, as well as rare bark tablets that were rolled up like scrolls undoubtedly written upon in an ancient text. Urns and massive pots lay scattered upon the ground and glass ornaments hung from the ceiling.

"Aw, but I wanted to look at all of the pretty objects." Aya couldn't suppress the eye roll, "Fine, put a puppet in your place and you may look around but we don't have much time." Her friend squealed happily, "Can I take stuff too? Please please please." Aya looked at her clearly annoyed, "Yes fine. Just stop pestering me." A satisfied smirk crossed Midori's pretty face as she watched Aya begin to search for the box. Midori set to her own task of creating her puppet. She grab a pinch of dust from a leather satchel that was stored in the side pocket of her backpack. She rubbed the pinch of dust between her thumb and middle finger and closed her eyes. The dust was slowly released from her rubbing fingers and began to build and form into a tiny fairy. The little being slowly buzzed to life, its wings pittering quickly behind its naked back. The strange little creature had no gender features. But the oddest thing about it was its lack of face. Completely bare, it had no eyes, mouth, nose, or hair. Only a tiny set of ears protruded from either side of its featureless head.

Midori spoke to the creature, "Your ears will be my own. Stand beside the door and listen for any being that approaches. Return to me if you should hear anything." The tiny being nodded before lifelessly flying and then landing by the crack of the door and the floor. Midori made sure the little fairy was positioned before happily exploring the shelves of the room.

Aya in the meantime had closed her eyes. She held her hand horizontal to the floor and raised her arm. She stretched her pointer and middle finger across the bridge of her nose keeping her arm horizontal to the ground. She silently mouthed words that had long been forgotten before snapping her eyes open. They had taken upon a deep purple coloring with an outer ring of midnight blue. She dropped her hand and quickly surveyed the mystical artifacts.

Midori was swiftly shuffling items into her backpack. Despite her sticky fingers, she only took what she deemed to be useful. She snapped her eyes towards her companion upon hearing her shift items around. "Found it." In Aya's long fingers was a box of rustic dark wood. Midori could feel the ancient magick shifting between the grains of the wood. She smiled to her friend, "then lets get out of here, it smells like a moldy old ogres house in here." Midori giggled at the thought but was cut short by muffled voices outside the door. The faceless creature who had been manning the door darted towards her pointing sporadically towards the door. The green haired girl shot her eyes to the door and then back to her friend in anxiety. Aya returned the glance and felt her ears shift back attempting to hear better.

Suddenly, the girls recognized the gruff voice that became louder with outrage. Aya quickly snatched her friends wrist and shoved her behind a large urn. With her friend hidden as safely as possible, the midnight haired woman scaled the shelves and pressed herself tightly into a corner. As she stood upon the shelf in her crouched position she again spoke an ancient charm and felt her form becoming diluted. The ill lit room along with her feebly held together form and the ancient jars hiding her lower body as well as the fact that she was far above the line of sight of any mortal being would keep her hidden, hopefully. She forced her heart to slow and took long expanding breaths as she felt herself absorbed by the shadows. The door handle turned quickly and she snapped her eyes open to stare at the greasy old man standing in the door way.

While her friend hid herself, Midori began to diminish her already petite size. The faceless fairy she had directed to sit upon her shoulder. Midori focused on shrinking and sinking her form into the ground. The urn hid her well and with her stable and balanced positioning she would not sway into sight. Now, it was simply a matter of waiting for the man to leave and hopefully to make only a sweeping look of the room. Should he choose to throughly sift through anything they would be in trouble.

The arrogant boy stood next to the fat old man. His face was tense with nervousness as his boss looked about the room. He had told the old man that two girls had come to him trying to get into the room. He vaguely explained what the girls looked like and told his disgusting boss that he had sent them away. In reality, he could remember very little of what had transpired after he had made a move on the silver eyed girl. He couldn't recall if he had sent the girls away or not in fact when his boss had come to him he had been in a daze. He could only hope that he was right about sending them away.

The old man stood in the middle of the room quickly surveying everything. There were so many things in the storage area it was hard to tell if anything had been taken. The man smacked his fat lips together in distaste. "Stupid boy, do you know who you just encountered?" The boy responded with a shake of his head and worried look. The man glared at him, "those two were probably the greatest thieves of all time. And quite frankly I doubt they would just leave because YOU TOLD THEM TO!" The spoke spit flying from his protruding lips.

Aya cringed at his form and felt bad for the boy who looked just as disgusted. "I'm sorry boss, but I don't think they took anything. Maybe they were just here to survey the guards and, I don't know, check everything else." The boy offered a nervous shrug. The old man scoffed at him, "Perhaps, besides if they had come in and left you probably would have no recollection of them." The fat man gave the boy the stink eyes, scanned the room one more time, before huffily waddling out. The boy gave a silent sigh and knew he had just gotten away with the biggest amount of bullshit he would ever spew in his life and it probably just saved his left ear.

Aya swiftly jumped from her crouched position and Midori crawled out from behind the urn the little fairy trembling upon her shoulder. "That dude was gross." Aya nodded her head blanching in detest. "What a putrid old man. And damn that kid was lucky, they probably would have cut off his pinky or something."

She shivered at the thought, "Ew, lets get out of here now." Aya nodded again in agreement and attempted to call her form back. "Damn it, I'm going to be hazy and blurry looking for hours." She sighed in frustration and Midori agreed in her complaint whispering, "Yup and I'm going to be the size of a five year old for just as long."

Aya groaned in frustration. "I have to make a hotel reservation. We have to return to normal before we can go visit Cross." Aya fished out her cell phone and texted her contact in Japan. Midori knelt down to look underneath the door while Aya figured out the next couple of hours. There were no shoes or shadows in her range of sight. She reached upon her shoulder and placed the little fairy on the floor. "Alright," she whispered, "go under the door and listen for anyone on either side." The fairy nodded still trembling. The tiny creature hesitated, "don't worry nothing will happen to you." The little person nodded again and this time continued out the door. It pressed its tiny hands against the floor and perked back its ears. It waited for any sounds or any vibration through the floor. After a long moment it scuttled back under the door. Midori held out her hand and brought the creature back to its perch on her shoulder as it shook its head frantically.

Midori giggle at the little thing, "don't worry I understand. Would you like to go back to sleep?" She asked and the creature nodded its head quickly, "Ok." She pulled out the leather satchel and held the tiny fairy in her hand. She kissed it affectionately before whispering, "Wishpary," The sightless creature dissolved painlessly back into dust and she carefully placed it back into the satchel. "Cost clear?" Aya asked as she received confirmation that a hotel suite would be made ready. "Yes-sir-ee," And with that they deftly crept their way out of the storage room and made their way out of the old antique shop. But not before Aya lifted a long dark trench coat.

Zero stared unbelievingly at the pureblood in front of him. "What do you mean the war has only begun? What war? I thought this was all about not allowing Yuki to become a pureblood and if she did to get Rido to marry her." Zero was confused and very very worried. The pureblood sighed and gracefully sat upon the other couch across from Zero. "That was merely the beginning. Unfortunately because vampires live for such a long time, they do not give up when one plan fails nor is anything simple."

Zero snorted at the pureblood, "Yea I picked up on that. So do you know what there next plan is or even their goal?"

Kaname looked at Zero, "Well the goal is simple; stop any progress towards peace. Their plans for achieving that goal or even who or what they will use to get to it are still a mystery to me. But it seems that its not just vampires who will stand in my way but hunters as well." Kaname reached up to rub his temple.

"Still," Zero began, "This seems like a lot to go through just to prevent peace. In fact, it seems like it shouldn't be that hard. No it doesn't make any sense. Breaking peace up they would merely need to drain the blood of a hunters kid and that would put an end to peace talks. There has to be more."

Kaname nodded in agreement. He sighed looking out the window to his right. "Well of course they want to dethrone me as well or at least put me under their control." Zero nodded in agreement though he still didn't seem convinced, "Sure but it wouldn't be hard to make you a benign ruler. They did it fairly easily to Shizuka."

Kaname smirked at the hunter, "I am not so weak nor so young." Zero stared incredulously at the pureblood king, "Shizuka was like 300 years old!" Kaname chuckled at Zero's uncharacteristically expressiveness, "My body is young but I'm the reincarnation of the first Kuran and consequently the first vampire king that would make me many centuries old." Zero's eyes widened and his features changed from shocked to confused to pissed to exasperated. "Why would I expect anything less from you, Kuran." Zero spoke rolling his eyes.

"What on earth do you mean?" Kaname tilted his head curiously. "I mean of course you would be super old and super prestigious and what not. Its just so, I don't know, you." Kaname smiled at Zeros muddled answer though he understood what the young vampire was getting at. He supposed that it would not be surprising to Zero that the pureblood had always been well off and taken care of. Kaname didn't mention to the boy that the reason he was the first king was because he had tamed the uncivilized and unruly world that once was. He didn't mention that he had fought, killed, and thrived in a world that was anything but pampered. But Kaname figured that he would tell the young hunter all about that some day when the boy was properly his.

"Why are you creepily smirking like that, Kuran?"


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