Chapter: Seven

Summary: Senri Shiki's getting married… and it slowly pains Rima to see her best friend falling in love with someone who isn't her.

A/N: Hey, guys. Um, really late update again? I know you all really hate me… but at least it's here! Oh, um, yeah, I made Senri have LOTS of dirty thoughts over Rima. Well, not LOTS – but the few I did have were just really awkward…

"What… do you mean? My father never had –"

"Oh, you children. So young and naïve… so innocent."

She stared at him. Her putrid-coloured eyes seemed to glow, and their outstanding radiance incredulously cut through his skin. His chest stung with the shock and with the pain.

He gasped in shock. "What are you – how can you –"

"I took your father's blood many times – so many times that I actually developed a pureblood power."

She paused and smirked. "Don't worry, though. I don't plan on doing anything to you – yet. I plan on keeping you alive to play around with for just a little bit longer. And tell the two Ichijo's I said hi," she added, nodding in the direction of the sleeping pair.

Senri glared fiercely at the woman in front of him – how could such a beautiful woman look so ugly?

"She's not an Ichijo," he argued, but he knew it wouldn't last that way forever, so with great sadness, he added, "yet."

"Good boy," Lady Souen said, and Senri shuddered as she stepped forward and patted him on the head; ruffling his mahogany hair the slightest.

He felt ill from her touch. He glanced down at his chest, with had a great sear through it. However, it dissolved with his pale skin and healed almost instantly – thank God Senri was a vampire.

She walked off, leaving Senri dazed and confused.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of an elegant voice behind her – Ruka. "Oh, good. She's gone."

"You knew she was coming? And you knew about my father and her?"

Ruka sighed. "Senri…"

"I can't believe you knew!" Senri gasped. Any other person would have been bothered by this, but he seemed too bored to respond.

"Whatever," he said. "All I really care about is Rima and Takuma right now."

Ruka frowned.

"What?" She peered into the room. "Oh… they didn't have sex, did they?" Her eyes widened.

"What? No!" Senri immediately defended his pride.

Typical male, Ruka thought bitterly.

Senri peaked into the room again. Oh God. He hadn't realised it before, but Takuma wasn't wearing a shirt.

I mean, usually he wears pyjamas, but it was pretty warm weather last night and all, but – he doesn't always wear pyjama shirts in summertime…

Senri looked at Rima. Oh, great, just great. He didn't even have the peace of mind of being able to see if she was wearing a shirt or not; the blanket was above her shoulders. Then he felt like a total perv, wondering if she was wearing clothes or not. (A/N: It wouldn't be the first time. Sorry, sorry, I had to add dirtiness to this.)

"I'm sure they didn't," Ruka said. "Besides, they're like us – they don't want to marry."

Senri gazed up at her. "I wouldn't be too sure about that."

"Your mother – she said that they've been dating."

Ruka looked at him, frowning. "She loves you, Senri."

"That's why she just did Takuma."

Ruka groaned. "She didn't 'do' Takuma. It just looked like that. I shouldn't have mentioned it."

"You know, she used to come into my room at nights sometimes – usually she'd say, 'I'm sleeping with you tonight, Ruka's being a bitch –"

"Thanks for sharing."

"– and she'd sleep in my bed. When she did that… I always felt so happy. But… now it's like she's sick of me, and Takuma's my replacement. It feels so… so…" he trailed off sadly.

"Look, I'm sure you and Rima will be fine."

"Senri."

Senri looked over into the bedroom, only to see Rima watching him with earnest cerulean eyes, and to see Takuma looking up with fern-green orbs.

"Rima," then, as not to sound like she was the only one he cared about, he added, "Takuma."

"Hey," Rima said softly, and Senri felt relieved to see she was wearing the lacy indigo spaghetti-strap singlet that she had gotten for free from modelling when they were fourteen. It was too small for her now and hardly fitted her, but still, she looked adorable.

It actually revealed a scary – satisfying for Shiki – amount of Rima.

If you get what I mean.

Senri looked over at Rima, avoiding her shirt entirely. "Rima, are you okay?"

"With what?"

"Ruka and I – that was just a misunderstanding."

Rima shrugged. "Why would I care? You two holding hands, yeah, it doesn't really bother me. Why would it? You know what, Shiki? YOU TWO CAN GO HAVE A HAPPY LITTLE FUCKING SESSION IF YOU WANT – BECAUSE IT REALLY DOESN'T BOTHER ME. BECAUSE WHY WOULD IT?"And with that, she threw a ball of paper at Senri.

"Well, that was really interesting," Ruka remarked.

"Shut up," Takuma and Senri chorused.

"Senri, what's on the paper?"

And, with ginger fingers, Senri unwrapped the paper.

A/N: Weeeell… apart from the dirty thoughts from Senri's dirty mind, what did you think? Teehee, or did the dirtiness improve the story?