Forced To Love

Chapter IV

Your Secret Is Safe With Me

Ren walked towards the music room, with sheets in hand. Practice was necessary. He cannot afford losing his skills because of a stupid love game. He had to get the issue of Mizashi off his mind and relax a bit. Why was he even taking it seriously? It's not like he wanted her to fall for him, right? The saxophonist shook his head and sighed, reaching for the doorknob. He paused suddenly, hearing a crash followed by a thud.

"Let go of me…!" Ren recognized this as Mizashi's voice. She sounded desperate and weak, unlike her usual cold manner. Her statement was followed by a deep, sadistic chuckle. Ren's eyes widened. 'Satsuki…' was the first thing he thought of. 'Oh dear, Mizashi is in real trouble…' he thought before opening the door quickly. Satsuki was holding Mizashi up by the neck, and the girl was struggling to get free, her breath was ragged due to the lack of air.

"Satsuki. Let her go!" Ren shouted, causing Satsuki to turn and glare at him.

"That does not concern you…" Satsuki said, then, a smirk appeared on his face. "Or does she matter to you…?" he added, tightening his grip around the small girl's neck. She squirmed even more, desperate for air. Her heart was beating fast, and she started feeling light-headed.

'Damn… I need to…get away…' she thought, glancing at Ren. 'But he is here… He'll see it…' But her body acted against her thoughts. In a flash, her nails were buried into Satsuki's arms, surprising both Satsuki and Ren. With a yelp, Satsuki dropped her down and clutched his injured arm. Mizashi coughed hard and breathed heavily. Ren looked around and spotted Natsuki's lost glasses. He quickly ran across the room and grabbed them.

"Damn you!" Satsuki shouted as he approached Mizashi again. She swiftly swung her leg, causing him to trip and fall over. Ren seized the chance and put the glasses back on.

"Are? What happened here…?" Natsuki asked as he looked around. He gasped as he saw Mizashi, who was still lying on the ground, coughing heavily. "Mi-chan?! Are you okay?" He crawled over to her, helping her sit up. The black-haired idol's breathing was heavy, uneven and her face looked paler than it was already. Ren knelt beside her and put his hand on her back, supporting her weak body.

"Mizashi…" he leaned in close to the coughing girl, and that was when he noticed it. Her neck was bruised, as well as her pale arms. "What happened…?" he asked, but the girl refused to answer, struggling to keep her tears from falling down her face. Something has happened between Mizashi and Satsuki. He was sure of it. "Natsuki," Ren spoke in a serious tone. "Go get a glass of water. I'll stay with Mizashi." The bespectacled idol nodded and left the room in haste, leaving Mizashi and Ren all alone. Mizashi focused her gaze on the ground, trying not to glance at the young man beside her. They did not even bother to get up from the floor.

'Mizashi… Why are you so stubborn…?' Ren thought, sighing inwardly. He couldn't help but stare at the bruises on her arms. The purplish-blue marks made him feel sorry for the girl beside him. He suddenly felt the urge to hug her and make her feel better when her tears started falling down her pale face.

"Kuso…" she muttered, not even bothering to wipe her tears away. She gritted her teeth in anger, scolding herself for being so weak, especially in front of Ren. Little did she know that state of hers played a major role in her favor. Natsuki came back to the room, followed by a worried Ringo. In a second, Mizashi managed to mask her crying face, hiding it with her poker one. Ringo walked, or more like ran, to her and knelt down, patting her back.

"Poor you, Haru. You must be very hurt." The pink-head stated with a sympathetic tone.

"I'm okay."

"Here, Mi-chan," Natsuki said as he handed her the glass of water. As he did, he and Mizashi exchanged a look then both pretended nothing happened, but that was not unnoticed by the saxophonist. He stared at Mizashi, Ringo's statements and speeches becoming a faint sound in the back of his head. There was only one thing on his mind: He had to find out what happened in this room.

Mizashi stared at the ceiling of her dark room, recalling the events that happened earlier. She felt bad. She should not have done that. He knew of her secret now, and that couldn't be a good thing. And what frightened her even more was that other person: Satsuki.

'I need to forget about this… This is so stupid…' she thought, shaking her head. But, even then, she couldn't shake off that feeling that lingered on her skin…

"Sugoi, Mi-chan! You are really good at playing the violin!" Natsuki exclaimed as his companion put down the violin she was holding.

"Arigatou, Shinomiya-san." She said calmly, giving a small smile. Natsuki smiled brightly.

"Mi-chan! I told you to call me Nacchan!" he said with a pout, but never dropping his cheerfulness. Mizashi could not resist smiling at his attitude. It was so familiar to the black-haired girl. She sighed as a familiar warm feeling spread through her body. Natsuki picked up the violin. "It's my turn now…" he slowly began playing a soft, calming tune, closing his eyes. Mizashi couldn't take her eyes off him as he played.

Suddenly, she felt it. Mizashi's stare turned into a predator's gaze. Her heart was beating wildly, and her head was spinning. She felt an impulse of pain in her chest, to which she flinched in pain and let out a small groan. She couldn't hold it back anymore. Unfortunately, Natsuki noticed the state she was in. he stopped and put the violin down.

"Mi-chan..? Are you okay…?" he asked, bending down to her height. "Do you–"

"Stay away, Shinomiya…" she said in between her heavy breaths. Natsuki looked puzzled for a second, tilting his head in confusion.

"Mi-chan, what's–"but before he could even continue, Mizashi grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down, their faces mere inches apart. Her eyes did not look normal; they were glazed. Mizashi was not herself. Something was definitely wrong with her. Natsuki tried to push her away, but she would not budge. The blond gulped as he felt her breath brushing against his neck. He inhaled sharply as he felt her sharp fangs graze his skin before penetrating it easily. It didn't take much time before Natsuki realized what was happening. The sudden strange and scary feeling caused the blond to move suddenly, falling to the ground hard. His glasses fell down to the ground, landing a few meters away from them.

"…Get off me, you pest…!" Mizashi was suddenly ripped off by 'Natsuki', and thrown to the ground. She looked up at him with a thirsty expression. Her desire had to be fulfilled soon, or else.

"Natsuki…" was all she could mutter. The blond glared at her for a while before smirking.

"I'm not Natsuki…" he said, picking her up by the arm. He lifted her up easily so that his eyes stared right into hers. Mizashi's eyes were half-lidded, but her face was still emotionless nevertheless. She had heard of him before. His name was Satsuki, and as far as she knew, he was dangerous. But she was in no state to think. She needed to drink, and soon!

"Put me down…" she growled, not taking her eyes away from the blond. Her eyes travelled back to the bite mark on Satsuki's neck for a brief second before focusing on his face again. She was so caught up in her own thoughts that she did not notice the smirk on the elder's face. By the time she realized what he was up to, it was too late to do anything.

"I don't think so, girl…" he put one arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "You need this, remember…?" Once again, Mizashi found herself blinded by her needs, not even bothering to comment on the other's statements. She simply sunk her fangs again into his neck, drinking his blood. Satsuki felt himself growing weaker by the second. Mizashi was not going to stop soon. He gripped her arm hard and pushed her away from him. If it went on any longer, he would have died for sure.

"Mm…" Mizashi groaned as she finally regained her consciousness. She looked around and spotted the pair of glasses. Her eyes widened with a mix of fear and anticipation. Her body took over her mind again, and that was definitely bad. Before she could say anything, her arm was grabbed roughly by Satsuki, who pulled her close to him, smirking wickedly. He tilted her chin up harshly, looking into her deep crimson eyes.

"You know… I liked that feeling…" he whispered right into her ear, following his sentence by a dark chuckle. Mizashi felt her cheeks heating up, and her heart beating rapidly. Her body started shaking violently, and if it wasn't for Satsuki's strong grip, she would have collapsed. The girl was petrified in her place. "Hmm… I guess you forgot that feeling, ne?" he leaned in close, his lips merely touching hers. That was when Mizashi snapped out of her trance, and delivered a heavy punch to the taller man's face, which caused him to fall back and hiss in pain.

"You damned idiot!" he shouted, lunging at her. She managed to dodge him, but received a blow on her left arm. Satsuki tripped over but managed to stay on his feet, turning around to grab Mizashi by the neck. Her gripped hard, lifting the girl up. "You think you are a match for me?" he hissed.

"Let go of me…!" she demanded, but it sounded more like pleading. That was when Ren walked into the room…

'Shinomiya-san…' Mizashi sat up in her bed and sighed, not noticing the tears that slid down her cheeks. Slowly, soft sobs escaped her lips as she buried her face in her hands. She failed to notice that someone has entered the room, and only realized it when she felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around her tightly. She opened her eyes and looked up, her teary crimson orbs meeting with soft, olive green ones.

"S-Shinomiya-san…" she began, "I–"but Natsuki simply put a finger on her lips.

"Shsh… Mi-chan… No need to apologize… I'm okay now…" he whispered gently, stroking her hair gently.

"But… I hurt you…"

"No… You didn't mean it, right? Then it's not a problem." He said with a smile. Mizashi smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Nacchan…" she added the last part with a smile, much to Natsuki's delight. The taller blond smiled at her and pet her head playfully. "How is your wound?" she asked, reaching out to touch the other's neck, pushing the fabric of the shirt aside. She gently touched the bite mark on his neck.

"It's fine… I feel better now." He replied. "I was scared at that time, but I can't remember anything else…"

"It doesn't matter…" came Mizashi's quick reply. Luckily, Natsuki did not suspect anything. "But, please keep thi secret…"

"Hai." Natsuki promised. The two did not notice that a certain pair of baby blue eyes was spying on them from outside. Those eyes widened slightly as their owner leaned against the wall, unable to process what he just found out.

'That can't be… Mizashi is a… Vampire?!'

No… No..This is too bad. Really really bad… *sighs* Well, I will not stop this story yet… Not now.

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