Booboo-nyaa: Sorry, guys. I really mean it….gomen. I was hoping to update, but then I got a huge writers block, and then I also got caught up in school and Taekwondo…So just getting time and ideas of what to do now is a blessing enough for me. I'm so sorry, to those who patiently waited. I'm going to finish this story as quick as possible, but don't think that I'm gonna' slack off on these chapters, or rush it to much, because you are DEAD. WRONG.


"Remon." Kiui growled, mustering as much dignity as possible as she met the stares of her five students.

"Yes, sister? Is there something wrong?" Remon asked in here soft, sweet, singsong voice. She was completely unaware of her sisters' anger

"Tell me something please." Her eyes were a smoldering red as she watched the five, who were in turn staring at her with a mixture of horror and revulsion; as she continued to suck in at the packet of blood in her hands.

"What do you want to know?" Remon asked confused at Kiui's black mood.

"I wanna' know why these brats are sitting here watching me feed while they could be doing something constructive!!" Kiui bellowed as the five children cowered behind one of Remon's chairs.

Out of those five eyes staring from behind the chair, only one idiot was brave enough to look her in the red eyes.

"K-Kiui-sensei. Remon-san said we shouldn't keep secrets from each other. And we s-shouldn't be ashamed of who and what we are." Daidai said, with as little stammer as possible.

Kiui was impressed, he wasn't cowering. He wasn't afraid.

But sadly, that's what's probably going to kill him one day.

Sigh, I agree. Poor kid needs to learn…

Hey, when'd you decide to start talking again? Kiui thought to herself.

The vampire conscience that had developed usually wasn't all that chatty, or bent on getting complete dominance of Kiui's soul and body. Kisshu on the other hand… Well, he was having quite the problem with his.


"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP?!" Kisshu screamed with mind and voice, startling Taruto, who had been playing with a plant of his.

"Hey, what's your problem?!" the irritated Tart asked as he turned back to making the vine go from huge, to small, thriving, to shriveled.

"Who said I had a problem?" Kisshu hissed with annoyance.

I did~ His vampire side sang with a sneer you could almost see.

I said knock it off!

Kisshu nodded, satisfied, as his head seemed to quiet down. Wherever that demonic conscience seemed to go when he wasn't bugging Kisshu, he was more than welcome to stay at.

After a few minutes of watching Taruto and the plant, Kisshu noticed a faint but wide-spread burning hit the back of his throat; and at the same time, the scar on his chest that was giving to him by that wretched Blue Knight prickled with pain too.

It was time to feed.

"Well, I'm outta' here kiddo."

Taruto turned around to ask where he was going, but as Kisshu yawned and exposed his elongated fangs, he knew.

"You know you can just go to Remon about that problem." Tart said in an offhanded tone. He still didn't know how to sympathize with his older friend on his 'issues'.

"That's…fine…I think I'm alright without that." Kisshu gave him a strange look.

"You sure you're okay?" Taruto asked. He was nervous, but only because he knew that someone on the ship might be the next meal.

"Kid, it's the bathroom. Remon doesn't need to know any of that business." He said with his old smirk.

"Oh…uh…Bye!" Tart squeaked before teleporting off.

"Geez, what's his problem?" Kisshu asked just in case someone else was passing by.

Ha, the bathroom excuse! It makes them too awkward to figure out the truth every time!

Is that all you've got? Get original!

Would you just shut your mouth! Withhis good mood ruined, Kisshu teleported to Earth.


Amongst the many people pushing and shoving through the crowded streets of Shibuya, one lone red-headed girl was able to break through the throng of the crowd and finally make it to the station in which would take her home.

Ichigo was, for the umpteenth time, being sent on a shopping mission from Ryou. This time though, instead of food, she was sent to buy decorations for the café.

Honestly! The café is cute enough as it is! Like we just NEED to go and put up a fresh layer of paint and get seat cushions. Seriously, it's like that darn Shirogane just wants us to stay busy all the time!! Oh no, it's almost dark out, gonna' be late! Sheesh, you big, mean, jerk!

As she huffed and grumbled about how life wasn't fair, a certain someone with green hair we all know just so happened to be perched upon a shop's roof and under a alcove, out of sight, and out of the sun.

Kisshu grinned as he saw Ichigo walk right under him; even from the distance between them he could still make out the two tiny puncture marks from when he bit her. The memory flared up the burn that was starting to obscure any other thought.

Darn, that thirst of mine… oh well. Time to let-

-that feeling of feeding come again… he unconsciously rubbed a hand on his parched throat, as two consciences suddenly became one.

It was a strange sensation to him; before it was as if he had been taken over, pushed aside as the kyuuketsuki Kisshu dominated his body. Any other time, it was as if the real Kisshu was in control, and the vampire Kish was the one locked in a corner.

Now…something was different. Wrong, even. Right now, there were no two sides of Kisshu. There was only one. No two sides…it was almost scary.

It's…quiet now. Kisshu frowned as he saw the hand in front of him start to grow pale.

What the…? A sudden cold gripped him as the dusk made way for night. Then, then from that one point on his chest, the world exploded into a frenzy of pain.

!!!

The sun had finally sunk from the sky, darkness and shadows taking over where light had once been.

There was an abandoned and broken mirror, not too far from where Kisshu was frozen to the spot. With pale and shaking hands, he grabbed the mirror and jerked it over to where he could look at himself.

"Holy crap." It was a statement. Not an exclamation like he wanted to use.

His usually pale skin was unnatural. Deathly, no past deathly white was the best comparison to use for his skin tone. His golden eyes were red, but this time the pupil of his eye had almost a human roundness to it. It was strange, compared to the usual cat's slit pupils.

Kisshu's forest green hair, a color that was unusual even to his people, was a dark midnight shade of onyx. He ran a finger across it and discovered that it also had a new softer sheen to it.

And then, as he was putting the mirror down, he did a double take and was staring at it with all his might. His long elfin ears had re-shaped themselves into exact human replications.

He realized that he was in a full vampire state. But this was different from his sisters.

Why was that?


Booboo-nyaa: Well once again, I was hoping for a longer chapter. Darn... Oh well, please review!