Author's Note: I'd like to say thanks to my first reviewer Kagurami, you made my day. This chapter will focus on Jiro and Mimiko and how their relationship has changed since Jiro's transformation. I also would like to warn you of excessive fluffiness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Blood Brothers for if I did I would have it be longer and have some OVAs by now. I only own my OC Bluefire so do not steal her.


Jiro sat with a towel around his waist and shivered with fear. He hadn't tried to go near water often since his fight with Casa and now after Kotaro's wonderful idea of trying to jump over mud puddles in the park failed Jiro was now subjected to getting a bath. He insisted that he could bathe himself, but Mimiko wouldn't hear of it and took it upon herself to make sure Jiro got clean. Jiro sighed and wondered if he would freeze to death before Mimiko came to wash him. Jiro heard the door open and turned to see Mimiko in a swimsuit and a faint blush was on her cheeks.

"Lets just get this over with so I can get out of this thing," Mimiko huffed as she crossed her arms angrily. She noticed Jiro giggling at her and in her fury grabbed a bucket full of water and dumped it on him. Jiro nearly screamed at how cold the water felt against his skin. He shivered even more and unwrapped the towel so he could cover his cold shoulders. He suddenly felt himself sitting on air, looked down, and felt himself get dropped into the water-filled tub. Jiro screamed in shock and waited for the sting of his skin and muscles to melt off. Jiro opened his eyes and looked at himself and was shocked to find that he wasn't a skeleton nor was he showing signs of becoming one. He suddenly felt self-conscious and covered himself when he heard Mimiko enter the water behind him. Jiro was turned and felt the water warm his cold skin. Mimiko stared at Jiro then took a breath before she submerged Jiro completely in the water. After a few seconds Jiro resurfaced and coughed a bit of water up.

"What was that for! You could've killed me!" Jiro exclaimed as he glared at the brunette. Jiro had no clue how adorable he looked now when he was angry and pouted when he noticed that Mimiko was looking at him as though he was a little kitten mewing in a petshop window.

"Jiro lighten up, its just a bath its not going to kill you," Mimiko chided as she took the shampoo from behind her. She squeezed a generous amount into the palm of her hand and lathered it into Jiro's black hair. Jiro tried to move away from her, but his efforts were foiled when he was tugged closer to Mimiko. He looked up into her eyes and felt captivated by them.

"Mimiko, have I changed?" Jiro asked as he felt the fight inside him dissipate as Mimiko scrubbed his hair gently.

"Well, you are a lot smaller and younger than before," Mimiko replied as she rinsed the brown foam from her hands.

"No, I mean am I acting differently than before?" Jiro inquired as he noticed some of the dirty suds run into the tub.

"Maybe a little," Mimiko answered hesitantly. Jiro lowered his head and hid his eyes from Mimiko's view. Mimiko noticed her error as she watched shimmering beads of water fall from the relative position of Jiro's eyes were. Mimiko held Jiro closely as she felt the former Old Blood cry against her. She closed Jiro's eyes before she tilted his head back into the water. The suds dissolved into the water and left Jiro's hair looking much silkier and cleaner than before. When wet Mimiko noticed that it reached his shoulders and she couldn't help but move Jiro's wet bangs from his eyes. A pair of blood-shot gray eyes stared up at her and Mimiko smiled.

"Jiro, its okay if you changed a little. Change can be a good thing and now you are seeing things from a new perpective," Mimiko said softly as she gently washed the dirt that was caked on Jiro's skin. As it washed off it revealed his pale soft skin.

"B-but I don't like this. Everyone treats me differently, even you," Jiro replied as he brushed away his tears. Mimiko didn't know how to reply for she knew Jiro was right. She had been babying Jiro lately and now felt bad for treating him that way.

"Its okay Jiro, that'll change I promise," Mimiko said as she rinsed Jiro off. She got out of the tub and turned to leave. Jiro suddenly realized that if he was alone Hajime might try to kill him and Jiro grabbed Mimiko's hand to make her stay. Mimiko was slightly startled and turned to see Jiro's gray eyes had tears forming in their corners, his cheeks burned a light pink color, his body shook slightly, and his hair draped around him creating a black veil that made him look even smaller than before. Mimiko felt sympathy for the poor guy and knelt down to be at eye level with him. Mimiko gently patted the shivering Black Blood on the head before removing him from the tub. She wrapped him in a towel and dried him off gently as she listened to Jiro's breathing calm down. Mimiko looked at him and noticed how tired Jiro looked. He stifled a yawn and rubbed his eyes cutely. Mimiko scooped him up and cradled him closely as Jiro grabbed the air trying to find someone to rest against. Jiro nuzzled his face into Mimiko's shoulder and inhaled her scent of ginger and oranges. Mimiko smiled softly as she watched Jiro fight against sleep and felt his head finally droop and the softess of his cheeks against her shoulder.


Jiro's breath came out in soft gusts as he laid in Mimiko's lap. Mimiko smiled at him as he stirred a bit in his sleep. Jiro took Mimiko's hand and gently kissed it as he slept. Mimiko blushed lightly as she watched Jiro continue kissing her, but after a minute he moved up to her wrist. He slowly moved up until he reached her neck there he lightly grazed her neck and lapped up the blood that bubbled to the surface. Mimiko didn't feel the usual ecstasy she felt when Jiro drank from her, but she reasoned that it probably was because he was younger than he usually was that or her feeling towards him are different now. She now realized that she didn't love Jiro the way she used to. Instead of a potential partner she saw him more like a kid brother that needed to be taken care of and given affection. Unbeknownst to her Jiro could hear her thoughts and his heart broke. Jiro couldn't believe what he was hearing and knew he was going to regret drinking her blood. Jiro awakened and looked at her sadly.

"Jiro whats wrong?" Mimiko asked as she placed a hand on Jiro's shoulder. He roughly shrugged it off and ran off to his room. He slammed the door and locked it so he could be alone.

"Jiro? Come on Jiro, tell me whats wrong," Mimiko said as she knocked on the door. Jiro slid to the floor and buried his face in his arms. He stifled a few sobs and felt the hot tears run down his face. Jiro wanted to feel comfort yet at the same time he wanted to be distanced from everyone. Another knock sounded.

"Go away! I never want to see anyone again!" Jiro shouted as more tears ran down his face.

"Really Silver Blade, and I was looking forward to spending time with you," a silky voice purred. Jiro's eyes widened when he realized that he snapped at Zelman Clock and realized that he was as good as firewood. Jiro stood and unlocked the door. He opened it and wiped his eyes. Zelman strolled casually in and sat on Jiro's bed. Jiro shut the door and locked it before he too went and sat on his bed. Jiro hugged himself and remained silent as Zelman's eyes studied Jiro's form.

"I-I'm sorry for snapping at you...I'm just sad thats all," Jiro mumured as he tightened his grip around himself. Zelman plucked Jiro up and sat him down on his lap. Jiro tugged on Zelman's shirt and looked up into his crimson eyes.

"Zelman, am I just a child to you? Be honest please," Jiro asked hesitantly. Zelman smirked and ruffled Jiro's hair.

"Silver Blade let me ask you something before I answer. Why does what another person's opinion matter?" Zelman asked silkily as he felt Jiro's facade waver. Jiro broke down and cried into Zelman's chest. Zelman tugged Jiro back and forced him to meet his gaze.

"I-I don't know," Jiro replied hesitantly as his gaze shifted to the door. Zelman's grip tightened on Jiro's chin forcing him to look into furious crimson eyes.

"Thats a lie and we both know it Silver Blade. The truth, now," Zelman growled angrily as he squeezed Jiro's chin even tighter.

"I just want to know! I can't take it any more! I just want to be me again!" Jiro cried. "I just can't take being treated like a child, I can't. Now everyone thinks I'm like their kid brother or something and do you know how that makes me feel? I feel horrible, like I failed to be an adult and now I'm being punished for it." Zelman released his grip and hugged Jiro tightly.

"Doesn't that feel better now that you've got that off your chest," Zelman purred as he pet Jiro's hair. Jiro rested his head against Zelman's chest and smiled slightly.

"I just wish someone loved me for who I am. Even if I'm a child they will love me the same way they would if I was an adult," Jiro whispered as he allowed the tears to roll down his face. Zelman kissed Jiro's forehead and was a little shocked to feel Jiro kiss his lips in return. Jiro didn't care he found someone who would treat him the same regardless of his age.


Author's Note: This chapter is longer due to not posting yesterday. I also hope you enjoyed that little bit of JiroxZelman. The pairing is undefined for now until I can figure out who would be the best for Jiro to be with. If you have an idea of who Jiro should be with in the reviews. I would also like to wish you all a good weekend.-Bff#3.