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Chapter ten: Stranger in the night
(momoka's POV)
"It's freezing out here, Momoka-chan..." Fuyuki smiled at her through the window pane "...Aren't you going to invite me in?"
It took a slow moment to sink in. Fuyuki was at her window...her bedroom window...in the middle of the night.
"Wh...What are you doing here, Fuyuki-kun?" Momoka squeaked, her voice becoming inexplicably high pitched.
Fuyuki chuckled, leaning his head against the window and looking at her sideways "I'm standing here, slowly being turned to ice, tapping on the window, and waiting for the prettiest girl in the world to open her window."
She could only...stare. Stare at her boyfriend who had snuck past all of the militaristic defences and called her the prettiest girl in the world. Quickly, she hurried over to the window and threw it open, ushering him inside "C...Come on, before you catch a cold!" She whispered.
He chuckled lightly again, and sort of...swaggered into her room. His smiled...it wasn't his usual smile. It was more...Momoka couldn't put her finger on it. It was a bit like a smirk...It was really rather...attractive.
Momoka shivered; she must've let a gust of cold wind into her room when she opened the window. Fuyuki arched his eyebrow curiously "Cold?" He extended his arms out, and as if his chest was a magnet, she rushed into his embrace.
"You're freezing...!" She almost yelped, rubbing his back to generate some warmth.
"Heheheh..." He chuckled softly, squeezing her tighter "Sorry about that..." Momoka felt his hand slid up her back, his frozen fingers ghost up the back of her exposed neck, to stroke her hair. She sighed, letting herself sink further into him. The two of them seemed to stay like that for...she didn't know how long. She inhaled his scent, but it was...different. He still had the calming smell of old books but he also had a fragrance of...of something like chocolate and the cool night air and really great things and...and a sort of musk around him that hypnotised Momoka, gently tugging her into a happy, memorized trance. Unfortunately, it must've been some of the residual fear, from before she realized it was her Fuyuki making a lovely midnight visit, hanging in the very back of her mind, keeping a part of her still stuck in reality.
Without moving out of his arms, without taking her cheek off of his shoulder, she whispered "What are you doing here, Fuyuki-kun?"
He released her from his arms, and turned away. Momoka felt like tiny little pins were pricking her heart with each step away he took from her "D-did I do something wrong? Aaah, I should've just kept my big mouth shut!"
"I came here..." Fuyuki began. He'd made his way over to her desk and picked up her iPod "...because I wanted to see what music you liked."
Momoka blinked "S-seriously? He came here in the middle of the night just to check my iPod? Hey, don't complain! "
He selected a song and inserted the gadget into the dock sitting on her desk, and Nina Simone's 'My baby just cares for me' floated faintly through the bedroom. Fuyuki smiled at Momoka over his shoulder, smoothly tapping his finger to the beat "I guessed you were a jazz fan."
"How come?" She asked, tilting her head to one side, fully appreciating the view in front of her.
"Well," He spun around suddenly, gathering her up effortlessly in his arms, leading her into a slow dance, "you're a charming, sophisticated, intelligent girl...and charming, sophisticated, intelligent girls usually like jazz...But I must say," she felt herself being twirled around quicker than she could blink and then felt his arms wrap around her waist, holding her closer to his body than ever before, "you are the most beautiful, charming, sophisticated, intelligent girl I have ever laid eyes on."
"Fu...Fuyuki-kun..." She murmured, melting slowly with each word he whispered in her ear. She rested her hands on his arms, still hugging her waist, his chest pressed against her back, his chin sitting delicately on her shoulder, as he cradled her and they slowly rotated around her bedroom in their dance.
Meanwhile...
"Mmff! Mmrrrfffll!"
"Gero? What on Pekopon is that noise?" Keroro's voice was muffled by the door, but Fuyuki still heard it clearly enough.
"MMRRFF!" No use. The gag was stopping any tangible words coming from his mouth. He fidgeted in the tiny closet until he was in the right position, so his bound feet were against the door, and kicked out violently.
"Gerroo? Is...Is it a g-g-g-ghost?"
Fuyuki rolled his eyes "Good Lord of Common Sense help me..." He kicked out again and again.
"EEEEEK! O...Okay, i-if you are a ghost, bang the door twice, if you're not a ghost, bang the door just once...p-please?"
Fuyuki replied by kicking the door just once.
"S-so you're not a ghost...Don't tell me you're a closet demon?"
"MMMMMFFFFFFFFRRRRR!"
"W-wait a minute...That muffled scream sounds like..." Keronian footsteps sounded closer and closer until Fuyuki was almost blinded by the bright light that streamed into the dank little closet he had been trapped in for a good couple of hours as the door was thrown open by his friend "Geeerrrooo? Fu-Fuyuki-dono?" Keroro grappled the gag off of his face "Wh-How-?"
"Sergeant! Help untie me! Quick!" Fuyuki yelled "Momoka-chan's in danger!"
"B-b-but...! I don't understand! Y-you left! After the incident with the capsule that was supposed to turn you into a vampire but didn't, you rushed out of the house, murmuring something about going to see Momoka-dono."
"That wasn't me, Sarge," Fuyuki explained, struggling to wriggle out of the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles, "that capsule made a clone of me, a-and he tied me up and put me in here and then went after Momoka-chan!"
Keroro helped tugging at the ropes and looked at Fuyuki, totally perplexed "B-but if it's just a clone of you, surely Momoka-dono won't be in that much danger...?"
"You're wrong, Sarge," the ropes finally came loose, and he bolted for the door, "because that clone Kururu created is a vampire."
"Fuyuki-kun...?" The smooth jazz still soothed the quiet night air in Momoka's bedroom, and they still kept dancing to it, Fuyuki holding Momoka from behind all the while.
"Hmm?" Was his reply, as he stroked the side of her head with his cheek.
"Why did you come here in the middle of the night to ask what music I liked, when you could have just asked me at school tomorrow?"
"Obviously I wanted to see you," he purred, "and I wanted to make preparations for our proper anniversary date as soon as possible."
"Oh? What makes you think you've won the bet so soon?"
Fuyuki chuckled softly against her ear "Momoka-chan, you are so naive it's almost too adorable..." She...really didn't know whether or not that was a compliment.
"But...if you reeaally want proof..."
Momoka felt Fuyuki's cool, soft lips press against her cheek and all the air in her lungs was banished in a fast, stunned 'gasp!'
"...Then I suppose I can oblige..."
The electricity surging through her skin to her brain and heart and all throughout her body only intensified, to an almost paralysing wave, as Fuyuki moved slowly down her face and neck, caressing her skin with his lips.
"...If you would be so generous to oblige me..."
The sensation of his lips on her neck lingered, then left to be replaced by a slight feeling of two pinpricks...and his cold breath dancing on her exposed skin.
"...with a little of your blood."
"Oof!"
Fuyuki landed on his face in the garden of the Nishizawa Mansion. He shoved the Kero Ball, which he used to quickly teleport himself there, in his back pocket and, ignoring the pain, ran to the closest wall, looking up to the balcony. That was Momoka's room, right? No-wait-maybe? It was a way in at least.
He studied the wall. There were no cracks in the brickwork, no wisteria vines, no handholds, on way of climbing the wall. There was a security camera jutting out, but too high up to grab onto, and gave no signs that anyone on the other side of the camera was paying any attention to him.
So there was no way of getting up to her room quickly. Brilliant. There was no way of getting to her, and she was probably in the greatest danger ever. And she didn't even know it.
...The Kero Ball! Fuyuki almost smacked himself when he realized. He could use the Levitation button on the Kero Ball and float up to her balcony. One problem; he didn't exactly know how to use the Levitation button...Oh well! He pulled out the device and slammed down on the button and began to ascend in the air veeeeerrrrryyy sloooowwwwllllyyyy. "Aw, come on!"
The pinpricks dug deeper until the pain flared through her neck to her brain and kicked sense into Momoka's brain. Instinct forced her, practically jumping from his arms "Fu-Fuyuki-kun, what are you-?"
She took a step away from him. And then another. The music had stopped and the room was no in the clutch of silence. Her lovely Fuyuki's face had a dark, ferocious scowl carved into it, lips peeled back in a...an almost hungry snarl, revealing his teeth, revealing two, long, pointed fangs where his canines would be. Then the snarl and the scowl and the malice slipped, and his face turned to a picture of...of fear.
"No! Oh...G-god no..." Fuyuki scrambled away from her, shaking hands covering his fanged mouth. He stumbled over his feet, fell backwards and still scrambled frantically further away, until he hit the foot of the bed. He sat there; hands by his fanged mouth, trembling slightly, eyes more scared than they had ever looked, and Momoka could do nothing but stare at him. He looked terrified, and something niggling in the back of her mind told her she should probably be terrified too. After all, he had just tried to sink those fangs into her neck...oh, but...it was him...and he looked so petrified...kind of...pitiful?...And whatever she should've been feeling, or what her survival instincts were telling her she should've been feeling, she knew she hated seeing him like that. It made her heart wrench itself from her chest. It made her want to rush to him and hold him and tell him everything will be alright, despite his fangs, despite her niggling fear, despite what might've happened to him, despite what could've happened to her, despite...despite anything and everything.
She knelt down on the luxurious carpeted floor and crawled towards her Fuyuki. When he noticed her coming closer, he threw out his arms, stopping her from approaching any further "No, stop!" He yelped, then he seemed to calm, just slightly, "I...I don't want to hurt you."
Momoka looked at the outstretched hand in front of her, then the fear filled face of her boyfriend, and then back to his hand, which she took carefully. She pressed her warm palm to his cold palm, and laced her fingers with his. "You didn't hurt me, Fuyuki-kun." She told him, keeping her tone steady, mainly for his peace of mind than hers "You...you might have been going to, but you didn't. A...And I don't think you will."
Fuyuki shook his head. Tiny, tiny droplets of tears were tainting the corners of his beautiful eyes "D-don't take that chance..."
"I trust you, Fuyuki-kun."
Momoka shuffled closer to him so that she was now sitting beside him, still holding his hand "Wh...What happened, Fuyuki-kun? Y-you're a...a..."
"A vampire." He finished for her, grimly "Yeah."
She squeezed his hand tighter. It explained an awful lot. How cold his skin was, the bat flying past her window, how...alluring he'd been this night. "How did it happen?"
"Doesn't matter." He replied quickly "The only thing that matters right now, Momoka-chan," he looked at her, and she had never know his eyes to be so brutally honest, so petrified, so thirsty all at once, "is that I really want to drink your blood."
Momoka swallowed down the frightened lump in her throat. Now was not the time to be afraid "What will happen if you don't...d-drink my blood, that is...?"
Fuyuki looked away and shrugged. "Don't know exactly. I'll get ill an...and slowly die, I guess." That was it then. Him not drinking her blood no longer became an option.
"S-...so when you bite me...will I t-turn into a vampire too?"
"Yeah, you..." Fuyuki slowly turned back to her. His eyes were now bright and shinning and filled with glorious joy and a brilliant smile graced his face. "You'll turn into a vampire too...!" He whispered breathlessly "We-we'll be vampires together...!"
That word...that one word seemed to light up the dark room in Momoka's eyes.
Fuyuki kept talking, words tripping up over each other as his tone became so beautifully elated "We...we'll be together, a-and we won't have to worry about blood 'cause we'd be able to feed off each other, and we could get Kururu to make a potion or something that makes us get older so no one will notice too much, an-and we won't bust be together for the rest of our lives, M-Momoka, we'll live forever- we'll be together for the rest of eternity...!"
"Eternity..." That was such a long time to be with the one you loved unreservedly, just saying the word made Momoka's heart flutter and reduced her brain to melted fuzz.
"So, you'll do it?" Fuyuki grabbed her shoulders suddenly "You'll become a vampire so we can be together forever?"
"Yes, yes, of course!" She nodded quickly. She reached to her neck and moved her hair out of the way, offering her bare skin, and braced herself for a little pain.
Fuyuki regained his cool, vampirical composure, and smiled...well, it was more of a satisfied smirk, but it still made him oceans more sublime. He leaned in a fraction and then his eyes flickered to something behind her, something at the window, and his smirk slipped slightly. Then his eyes flickered back and he said, almost forcefully "Eternity together. Right, Momoka?"
"Right-" Her body was yanked forward, and Fuyuki crushed his lips onto hers. The shock of cold paralysed her, she could do nothing but stay rigid in his arms. "This is insane!" She could only barely think "Fu-Fuyuki-kun is a vampire and he-he's k-ki-kissing me!" While she thought that, a different thought plundered, unwelcome, into her mind "But...why doesn't it feel good?"
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Roared a voice. A voice, no matter how twisted through malice and warped by rage, that would always be unmistakeable to Momoka...and that belonged to her boyfriend, Fuyuki Hinata. Her...levitating boyfriend...?
Fuyuki, the second one, clambered through the open window and dropped something spherical, but Momoka was more focused on the fact that there was now two Fuyuki's in her bedroom. Two. Fuyuki Hinata's. TWO. Suffice to say, it took a little more restraint to keep her Dark side under control.
The first Fuyuki- the original? The vampire one at least- let go of her suddenly and jumped up sharply. The second Fuyuki, the non-vampire-one, rushed forward, pushed the other back, and stood protectively in front of her.
"DON'T EVEN TOUCH HER!" The second Fuyuki turned to her, his eyes were wide and anxious, but his voice levelled as he spoke to her "Are you alright Momoka-chan? He didn't hurt you did he?"
"Wh-wh-wh-what on earth is going on?" She stuttered "H-how are there two of you? Wh-which one is the real Fuyuki?"
"I am!" The second one yelled "Momoka-chan, it really is me!"
"Th...Then who are you?" She pointed to the vampire.
He stood there, smirking coolly, perfectly calm. "I'm afraid I haven't been too truthful with you, sweetheart," The vampire began to explain, "I am Fuyuki Hinata. Well, there I go lying again, honestly; I'm a clone of Fuyuki Hinata. And I'm a vampire."
"You...You're not the real Fuyuki-kun?"
"Well now, that's for your own discretion." The vampire grinned "If you want...I could be the 'real' Fuyuki Hinata."
"What are you talking about?" Fuyuki, the real Fuyuki, growled. Momoka could practically feel him tensing up, angrily.
The vampire chuckled "As I see it, our lovely Momoka here, has a choice. There can't rightly be two of us hanging around can there? So our lovely Momoka has the choice of deciding which one of us she would rather have in the real world. Well, Momoka?" His deep, dark eyes fixed on her, locking her gaze "Would you rather have an average, bluntly rather boring boy, who cares more about the occult and supernatural even when he is dating a most gorgeous girl such as your fine self, as your boyfriend? Or...would you rather have what every girl fantasizes; a vampire boyfriend? A guy who would come into your bedroom at midnight to dance with you, a more charming boyfriend, a much more handsome boyfriend-"
"We look exactly the same!" Fuyuki squeaked.
"But being a vampire immediately makes a guy more enchanting. Admit it, Momoka, you've been more attracted to me in just this one night than you've ever been to that occult otaku."
She couldn't deny that. The vampirical Fuyuki had been very...alluring. Though his skin was freezing cold and he had an appetite for her blood, his scent was hypnotising and being in his arms as they danced felt so nice and...
"Momoka-chan...?" Fuyuki looked at her, almost like he had been wounded. He put his hand on his chest "I'm the real one...o-okay...?Me..."
"Oh yes, he's 'real'," The vampire continued, "but I'm more attractive, more passionate, more-"
"You aren't the real Fuyuki-kun though." Momoka cut him off "You're just a copy. And...And a copy of Fuyuki-kun is like no Fuyuki-kun."
The vampire's smile was totally gone now.
-ZZZAPPK-
A blinding flash of yellow light, and the vampire was gone. A small, scorched patch off carpet was all that was left. Momoka whipped her to Fuyuki, the one and only Fuyuki, standing back by the window, holding what he had dropped; the Kero Ball.
"Just used the Contain-atron button." He explained sullenly, not meeting her gaze "I'll deal with him later..." Suddenly, he looked into her eyes. "'Passionate'?" he growled "What did he mean by that? 'More passionate'?"
Momoka flinched "U-um, I-I don't know...? I-I mean he only kissed me on my cheek, b-but..."
"Your cheek?" Fuyuki repeated, angry rising in his voice and eyes "I saw him kiss you just now, but I didn't know he kissed you before that!"
"B-but it doesn't really matter, Fu-Fuyuki-kun..."
"It matters loads!" He shouted. He looked at her, hands shaking and for a hideous moment, Momoka thought he was going to end their relationship right then and there. Instead, he just shook his head, grumbled "Whatever. I need to go home." And lifted the Kero Ball. He said one last thing, before he teleported out of her room. He said, shaking his head, with malice corroding his voice "Passionate?" and then there was a flash, and he was gone, leaving Momoka alone in her colder, bigger, emptier bedroom.