a/n: Thank you again my wonderful Beta Reader!! :D And Creepy-Killer-Kun is back. But he's not all that creepy right now lol at least I don't think so. Kinda weirdly possessive though. O__o GAH! JUST GO READ!

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Chapter Ten: It's Such a Beautiful Night

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Hot water washed over Safira's head, shoulders, and back. The water was hot but it brought comfort to her. She sighed softly, tilting her head up towards the shower head. A thousand drops of warm liquid fell against her face.

The shower itself had to be bigger than Safira's former hospital room. The entire bathroom floor (and the ground and walls of the shower) looked as though it were made of marble. There was no shower curtain but two glass doors in its place, with well-designed glass engravings of what appeared to be the waves of an ocean.

The rest of the bathroom was just as equally massive as the rest of the mansion. There was a giant mirror over an enormous marble sink and a large Jacuzzi. Safira had been so amazed by it that she had fiddled with it for a few moments before she had gotten into the shower, astonished to discover that the water changed colors every few minutes. There was a toilet as well and she was surprised to find that it was just an average looking thing. (She had been expecting to see if the seat was made out of gold or something silly.)

Safira was surprised to see several scars along her body when she had removed her clothes. For some reason she hadn't noticed them before. The showers at the hospital were rushed and unpleasant, so she hadn't observed herself properly. It wasn't as if the scars were massive or anything but they did catch her attention.

One was located on the lower right quadrant of her abdomen. The scar was a very a small and thin line. Safira glanced at it curiously. She wondered how that could have gotten there. What had she done?

There was another scar, barely noticeable. If Safira hadn't been washing her hair she might not have came across it. Her fingers slipped from underneath her hair and ran over a skinny but obvious scar against the side of her neck. Like the one on her stomach it was formed like a line but this one was much smaller. It didn't feel like it was that big and it was somewhat hidden from underneath her hair and jaw. Where was it from? What had happened? Safira had no memory.

But there was one in particular that really captured her eye.

It was one on her right arm just above her wrist. It was of two letters, standing out from against her pale skin. The girl squinted at it, turning her arm at an angle so she could better read it. She didn't understand what it was. It wasn't like her friendship necklace that was in Japanese. No, this one was made out of strange characters. Two of them.

English?

Safira frowned. Why would something like that be engraved in her skin? It had obviously been intentional, but why?

These scars each had a past, a story. She remembered none of them.

She closed her eyes and lifted her head back up again to feel the water pound against her face. But then something unpleasant flickered behind her closed eyes.

Lightning streaked across the sky in long jagged patterns. The wind cut at her arms and legs, wrapping her in a cocoon of ice. The rain pelted at her back. The back of her skull exploded in pain. Fire. Lots and lots of fire.

"SISSY!"

"Ugh!"

Safira felt lightheaded. She tried to grip something to steady herself but her fingertips found nothing but droplets of water and air. She fell. Her heart thundered brutally inside her chest. Safira rested her head against the wall, still upon the floor. The water felt like the freezing rain that had just flashed across her mind, despite how hot it really was.

Safira opened her eyes. Her heart pounded furiously. It took Safira a moment to realize that she was frightened.

She scrambled to her feet, reaching for the shower handle. It felt oddly cool against her hand, stalling her for a moment before she collected her bearings and turned it to one side. The water was now off.

As she strained to breathe, Safira reached for a towel to dry off.

What… what was that just now?

They said that when they had found her it had been storming. But Safira had no memory of that day. No memory whatsoever. Unless if that had been…

If that had been a memory of that night, then that meant that she had a sister.

Someone had called her sister.

Safira exhaled sharply. Where was this sister? Why hadn't she come? Could she have gotten hurt that night as well? What if she was sitting in a hospital bed waiting for Safira to come get her?

These thoughts kept Safira's mind busy as she dried herself off. Slowly, the girl tiptoed out into Kyouya's bedroom, clutching the towel to her body. Her head felt strangely heavy. Her long blonde hair was plastered to her head and back as her eyes lowered onto the bed, surprised to see that a set of pajamas had been laid out for her.

They were a pair of Kyouya's clothes. It wasn't much just a large button down white shirt and light blue pajama pants but it would do. For a moment the thoughts that had been whirling chaotic in her head disappeared with a thankful little smile on her lips.

But her smile faded as she made her way back into the bathroom to change.

A sister. Was she older or younger? By the tone of voice it sounded like she was still a child.

Where was she?

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"Safira, are you dressed?" Kyouya called, quietly. He had opened his bedroom door just slightly, his head slightly veering over the edge. He had one hand cupped around the perimeter of his vision, terrified that she may be indecent.

Though, it might have been pointless to try to shield his vision since his glasses were stolen. However he would still be able to see her; just not as clear. When Safira had gotten into the shower he had made a phone call to his family eye doctor only to find that he wouldn't be able to get another pair for a week. Kyouya would have put his contacts in but since he was going to bed soon, there was no point.

"Safira," he called again. He poked his head a little further out the door. "Are you…"

"I'm fine. You can come in."

Kyouya sighed. For some reason he felt relieved. Slowly he walked into his room, garmented in only a pair of pants and a towel draped over his shoulders. Safira was sitting on one of the couches. The clothes he had laid out for her were much too big for her. The shirt's arms were so large that they actually covered her hands and hung loosely around her small figure. The pants were also big on her. Kyouya couldn't even see her feet because of it.

For some reason he felt something tug within his chest at the sight of her. He couldn't put his finger on what it was. Maybe it was that stupid dragon again, telling him that he needed to go out and buy her some proper clothes. Yes. Yes, that must be it.

What was he thinking? He could send a maid to do that. Jeesh.

She turned to him and smiled. Her hair was still wet, but she brushed it back, away from her face. Kyouya walked over to her and crossed his arms over his chest, peering down at her curiously.

"You know that I'm going to have to sleep there tonight." He stated promptly.

"Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry." Safira said quickly. She scrambled to a stand so fast that she almost fell. She smiled apologetically, blushing slightly. "My bad," she laughed.

Kyouya arched an eyebrow. She seemed to be acting a little bit odd. Had something happened while he was away? Or was the girl simply clumsy? He didn't think that too much could have happened, considering they were only apart for a short while. Whatever the reason, Kyouya decided to overlook it.

The two of them became uncomfortably quiet as they both made their way up the stairs to his bed. Safira was going there to sleep and Kyouya was going to get a pillow and an extra blanket.

Kyouya took the pillow he normally slept with and another blanket stuffed inside his closet. While his back had been turned to search his closet, Safira crawled into the bed. She was sitting up and staring at him with her large sapphire eyes, the blanket resting above her legs.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep here?" Safira asked softly. "I mean – I could sleep on the couch."

"A gentleman would never let a woman sleep on a couch if a bed is accessible to her." Kyouya replied robotically. It was nothing done out of warm feelings. It was simply breeding.

"Oh… I see," Safira said, eyes now falling onto the blanket that covered her. "Well, then thank you. I hope you will be able to sleep well."

"Mm. Yes. You too."

Kyouya crossed over to the light switch and flipped it off. Immediately his room was flooded in darkness. Moonlight shone in through his window, silver light bouncing off Safira's hair. The gentle light shone softly against her features causing her skin to appear almost luminous. The shadows from the trees cast over the bed and stretched along the floor.

He couldn't help but stare at her, pillow and blanket suddenly loose in his grasp.

He didn't even know her name. Her real name. She would always been known as Safira to him. A name he had given her so that he could call her by something.

How could there be no record of this girl? Surely, if she existed, there would be some type of information kept about her somewhere. There was not one person in all of Japan that Kyouya didn't keep tabs on.

Unless… if those files somehow got deleted…

"Goodnight, Kyouya."

He flinched at her voice. It was soft and gentle, breaking him out of his thoughts. He looked up, gray eyes capturing blue. And then he smiled. It wasn't forced or out of courteous regard. It was barely visible but all the same it was there. So small, that not even Kyouya realized that it had surfaced.

"Goodnight, Safira."

And with that he turned and disappeared down the stairs. He could hear Safira rustle in the sheets as he made his way down the steps. He tossed the pillow down on one of the couches and then threw himself down, wrapping the blanket around him securely.

In the morning he would try to find those files again. If they had been deleted then maybe there was a password that he could hack into. It couldn't be that hard to figure out. However, why would someone go through all the trouble to delete those files? Had Safira done something incredibly bad? What if he was harboring a fugitive? Didn't they realize by doing this it would be impossible for anyone to find her?

Unless…

This person didn't want Safira to be found.

"Kyouya!"

Kyouya blinked at Safira's voice. He turned his head up towards his sleeping quarters. "What is it?"

"I… uh… well… thanks for letting me stay here."

Kyouya blinked once more. Why was she repeating this?

"No problem." He turned and rolled to one side. He closed his eyes, ready to forget about the files and such until morning. School was tomorrow… he needed his sleep.

"Uh… Kyouya…?"

Kyouya's onyx eyes flipped open. He sucked in a small breath. "Yeah?"

"Is your sister nice?"

Kyouya was so thrown back by such a question that he almost sat up. But instead he turned back to face where her voice was coming from, eyebrows furrowed.

"Very. She shows much compassion about many people and many things. Why?"

"I was just wondering. You know. In case I meet her."

Kyouya wasn't convinced. He stared up at where his bed was, disbelief radiating off his every pore.

"Right… well… goodnight."

"Goodnight."

He closed his eyes once again. There was a small pause. Surely, he would fall asleep now.

"Kyouya."

The Demon Lord shot a glare towards Safira's bed, annoyed. "Now what?" He practically snarled.

"Your brothers… are they nice too?"

Kyouya closed his eyes and sighed. "I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"They are not cruel people, Safira. Now please stop worrying about it and go to sleep."

"Right. Ok. Sorry."

There was another wall of silence. Kyouya pulled his blanket up closer and attempted to sink further into the couches offered cushions. He waited for a moment to see if Safira was going to suddenly ask him another random question. She seemed to be alright. Quiet. Maybe finally asleep?

Good… he thought to himself. Kyouya's eyes slowly drifted to a close again, a peaceful expression washing over his face.

"Kyouya?"

Kyouya sat up. His hair was already disheveled and his silver eyes were piercing the place where Safira slept. The Hypotensive Demon Lord was beginning to break through. Black telepathic waves were going to escape at any given moment. Damn this woman! Didn't she understand that he was trying to sleep?

"What?" Kyouya hissed.

"If anything were to happen to you, would your brothers and sister come for you? If you were lost would they try to find you?"

Kyouya's anger slowly diminished. The eyes that had began to shine with the intent to kill steadily faded. His furious exterior of a face fell and broke. Shattered. He didn't have to see himself to know that he appeared to be taken aback by such an odd question. But he knew why she had asked it.

Kyouya looked over towards his bed. He couldn't see Safira but he knew that she was there. A slight frown played over his lips as he readjusted his position on the couch, eyes never leaving their current position.

He remembered a time when he was seven years old. His family had visited a very wealthy family who decided to have a backyard party. Of course, his father had wanted to come so that he may gain another ally in case they became rivaling business owners. They had an enormous backyard and a greatly large forest behind it. Kyouya had never gone camping as a child and nor had he ever really had the chance to explore a forest either. Curious, he had gone inside.

And within only twenty minutes of being in that forest, he had gotten lost.

Kyouya remembered the incident perfectly. Each time he had tried to find his way out, he had only seemed to have traveled deeper into the forests bowels. It wasn't long before Kyouya had gotten scared. He had started to cry, wailing even. He tried to run but his tears had blinded him and he fell.

Darkness seemed to have come all too quickly that night.

As a boy, he had brought his legs into his chest and stayed curled onto the ground. The sounds and voices of nature frightened him. The trees branches looked like clawed hands, reaching out for him and attempting to scratch him. He remembered that it had been cold. His entire body was shivering from the bitter icy wind and he tugged his little suit jacket closer to his body.

He had thought that no one would be able to find him.

But then four hours later a brilliant white light blinded Kyouya's vision. He grunted, holding his little hand out in front of his face to shield his eyes. A booming voice that he did not recognize shouted something over his shoulder. He yelled:

"He's over here! I found him!"

Kyouya remembered that the man lifted Kyouya up into his arms, cradling him like the child he was. Kyouya turned to look at the man, realizing that he was one of his family's police force officers. The man smiled reassuringly, blue eyes twinkling behind the mask the officers had to wear.

"You're safe now, kid. Don't worry. You had a lot of people wiled up back there, ya know that?"

Kyouya hadn't said anything. He remembered choking back his tears despite how safe he felt now. Several other police officers met them on the way back to the mansion and within a half hour, they returned. His entire family was standing there, waiting for him, shocked to see that each of them was absolutely filthy. His sister had a slight gash on her cheek and her dress was covered with dirt. His brothers and father appeared to be in almost the same state as Fuyumi.

Fuyumi was the first to get to him. She bolted into a run when the officer placed Kyouya down and gripped his arms so tightly that he thought that they would snap clean off. She shook him furiously, tears rolling like mad rain down her cheeks.

"Never! Never do that again!" She cried. "Do you know – do you know how long we were looking for you? Do you have any idea how badly you scared us? God. We thought you were dead!"

Kyouya's eyes were huge behind his glasses. He remembered crying harder than he had back in the forest and threw his arms around his elder sister's neck, sobbing into her raven hair.

"I'm sorry Fuyumi-niisan! I won't do it again! I'm so sorry!"

His elder sister wrapped her arms protectively around her younger brother and placed her chin against his head. She breathed in a shaky sigh, running her fingers through his hair.

"My, my Kyouya. You're such a handful."

All of his family members had gone looking for him. Each and every one. Even some of the other people at the party had gone to search for him. In the end, everyone had been genuinely worried. Even his father had lost his calm and somewhat dark exterior. When they had found him, relief instantly flooded into their hearts. And Kyouya's as well.

"Yes," Kyouya finally replied. His tone sounded far off as though he were still remembering that day. "They would come looking for me, Safira. I know that they would."

She was silent then. He could hear her movement within his bed sheets; hear her turning to one side. Kyouya hesitated, unsure of what to say, what to add. But Safira spoke before he could think of anything suitable.

"I think that I have a sister."

He raised his eyebrows.

"I… I can't remember her face. But a while ago… I heard her voice. She was calling for me."

Kyouya didn't say anything. He listened with his lips pressed together firmly.

"Kyouya," Safira inquired softly. "By her voice… she sounded small. What if she's hurt? What if she's the one who needs me to find her?"

Kyouya paused. He sighed and brushed his dark hair away form his eyes. It was still wet.

"Don't worry, Safira. If this sister of yours exists then we'll find her. I'll make sure of it. And someday, we'll find your identity too. Just be patient. I'll figure it out soon enough."

Why was he making these promises? Why was he even allowing her to stay? This girl was a complete stranger. He shouldn't be making promises to a stranger. But despite how much he tried to convince himself that he didn't care, despite how much he tried to push her image from his head, he couldn't. He couldn't stop worrying. He couldn't stop his curiosity screaming at him from every angle. It was infuriating.

And yet, it was strangely refreshing.

Even though Kyouya couldn't see her, he knew that she was smiling. He could hear it in her voice when she spoke to him again.

"Thank you, Kyouya."

He inhaled and then exhaled softly. He rolled so that he was lying on his back, facing the ceiling with his hands folded behind his head. The moonlight shone through the windows down here as well, casting fleeting beams of silver against his room. He didn't have to look outside to know that it was a beautiful night.

His heart felt strangely unsteady.

"You're welcome," he muttered.

Kyouya closed his eyes once more.

"Kyouya?"

This time Kyouya didn't appear angry or even surprised. It was as if he expected her to add something. The sound of her voice speaking his name made his heart slightly accelerate. He ignored it.

Calmly, he opened his eyes and shifted his head to face his bed once again.

"Yes?"

"Goodnight."

Kyouya closed his eyes gently. He moved his head back to face the ceiling, breathing quietly.

"Goodnight," he whispered.

And then, finally, Kyouya let the darkness of sleep consume him.

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"Oh, wow. It's such a beautiful night."

"Shh. No talking."

He had brought a woman home with him; a woman who had desired him for quite some time. Her name was Karin and right now they were on his front porch and he had her back pressed against his front door, his hands wrapped around her stomach and trailing upward. He buried his head into her neck, trailing long and passionate kisses against her slender throat.

It wasn't as if Karin wasn't beautiful. Oh, no. Many men desired her. But the problem was that she appeared to be completely different from the woman that he secretly desired himself.

Karin was probably a whole head taller than him. The top of her pretty little red head reached just below his eyes, unlike his beloved, whose head came to his chest. Karin's hair wasn't naturally red. It was obviously dyed, as it was brighter than a stop sign. He could also make out the faint roots of black at the top. Her hair reached her chest and was slightly curled. She was dressed in a low cut green top that hugged her hourglass figure and a pair of nicely fitted jeans and silver flip flops.

Karin leaned against him, sighing.

"It's just so beautiful…"

"Shh. Don't talk."

He didn't want to hear her voice. Hearing her voice reminded him that this wasn't the girl he wanted. This was just Karin. She was a girl who would sleep with anybody and she had had her eye on him for months. However, she meant nothing to him. The only thing that did matter was her body.

The moonlight cast a silver shimmer over the trees. The fireflies danced in the pitch black surrounding them, spinning and weaving in a sweet ballet. The crickets sang and the frogs croaked. The sound of nature was everywhere.

They were all alone.

He lived in the middle of nowhere.

He had no neighbors.

Only Mea would be able to hear Karin, if she screamed.

He smiled against her neck. He reached behind her body and turned the door handle to one side, pushing her into his eerie little house.

Her blood red painted nails dug into his shoulders and she moaned softly. He told her not to make any other sounds. She could not even whisper. If she talked, it would only remind him that Karin wasn't her.

He closed his eyes and striped away Karin's face. He saw another woman's instead.

Long blonde hair. Innocent blue eyes, sparkling like stars. Soft pink lips reaching up to kiss him.

You can't keep running from me, he wanted to say. Don't you understand? We belong together. We are fated. Destined.

But then he remembered. He remembered the look of horror in her eyes. The anger in her voice. Her wounded tone. He remembered that she had even hit him. She was so weak. So small. It hadn't mattered that she hit him. She was so petite that it didn't hurt. It was almost amusing.

But she had told him that she didn't want him.

The memory seared him. His hands clenched around Karin's wrists, squeezing hard.

"Ow!" Karin whimpered. "O-ow. Stop. You're hurting me."

Karin's voice brought him back. He turned to look at her, noticing the flicker of fear behind her forest green eyes. He lifted one hand to his lips and pressed his index finger against it, locking his gaze onto hers. His other hand was curled around her wrists, still clenching hard like iron chains. An ominous smile stretched across his face. The smile of a serpent. His eyes glinted in the dim light from the window.

"Shhh…" he whispered.

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a/n: So I just realized that I don't really know anything about Kyouya's brothers. Did the manga ever mention their names? And what about his mom? O__o Did it ever mention her? I never heard anything about her! So if anyone knows anything that might be helpful please tell me. ^.^ I saw the anime so right now I'm just going off of that. :3

And Karin's name is pronounced Car-in. Not care-in like in Karen lol.

And now I am off to see the midnight showing of HARRY POTTER!! HECK YES!! SQUEEE! *runs around in circles* xD This is gonna be the best night of my LIFE! I got my outfit and a wand that glows. T__TO I'm all set.

If I don't post a new chapter within a week it means that I have found my way into another dimension. It'll be a sign that I've found a porthole leading into the wizarding world. Dumbledore has finally given me my letter and I plan on returning from Hogwart's on Christmas. If you can't find me, send me an owl with a laptop and I'll be sure to update. Thank you. :D

(I actually wrote this the night of the midnight showing. It's not the night of anymore. =[ However, the movie was awesome but they did stray from the book a bit. -_-;)