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Song: Never Alone

Artist: Barlow Girl

Album: Never Alone

Released: 2004

Genre: Christian/Gospel

Producer: Otto Price

Label: Word
Song Writers: Alyssa, Lauren and Rebecca Barlow

Length: 4 minutes and 30 seconds

November 2 - 3

I needed you today!

So, where did you go?

You told me to call,

Said you'd be there.

Aware of someone approaching, Lunaria let out a sigh. She was keeping still as she continued to meditate, calming the stirring deep in her soul. She effortlessly put up a layered barrier around her. She was opening up her senses, trying to figure out which one of the guys had followed her.

Mentally grumbling at herself for the simple face, she'd not yet learned the tiny nuances about each males aura, thus placing her at a severe disadvantage. While a small part of her subconscious said this was a good thing that at least one followed, her instincts flared irritably. Hoping the male would get the hint, she wanted to be alone that she was not safe to be around.

The moment whoever followed her stopped hovering at the edge of the furthest of the 3-layer barrier, only to hiss as he touched it — making her lips twitch slightly. Amusing that they knew she was a threat, but thought they were impervious to her magic.

Not showing any reaction, Lunaria let her thoughts turn to the days or rather nights events. It hurt her deeply at what had been done and without consulting her. Betrayal was how she saw it. Ryu, no Lord Vantiri, knew her. Better for he was there the day they'd been born, helped train them both in offensive and defensive fighting, alongside their parents, and his sister. How to control their magic, again alongside their parents.

Her mind was sifting through all the memories after she'd been freed from the magical enslavement. Lunaria was trying to figure out if any of those were a falsehood of his belief in her. Only to stop herself, knowing they were not. A perk her mother once told her of Holy Magic always knew when someone was lying. The soul never lied; a person's strong will could manipulate auras, words were pretty but only at face value. The soul, even corrupted, could never lie to those who saw them.

The sudden spike of emotions from the aura of her follower drew Lunaria from her thoughts. Frowning at the fact that they were still there, she stiffened at how fast they were changing. Feeling petulant and childish, not wanting to deal with any of the boys, for they'd yet to prove they were capable of acting like men. She stood up and spun around to look at her interloper.

"Don't you get it!? I want to be alone!"

"Do you live Guava Juice?"

So, I'll hold tight to what I know.

You're here, and I'm never alone!

He was curious before she disappeared; the look on her face struck something in him. Made him follow even if it meant he'd be in danger. Which had proven partially true when a barrier, of all things, appeared around her. Reaching out and touching it had burned his fingertips. It was making him hiss in response.

What incensed him was she did not even react. If anything, the girl withdrew into herself more. This was not appropriate. She inadvertently hurt him and needed to make amends. But as he opened his mouth, he found himself stopping, the image of her face flashed in his mind again. That was not anger that'd been seen. No, it was pain and betrayal. The struggle with her powers was so she didn't want to hurt them. Showing she cared.

He knew about betrayal. He was finding out his origins before rescuing Yui. Had made him vulnerable. Learning you were even less than a turned human. He had been called artificial because he was nothing more than power mixed a bit of dark magic. A power that made him a threat. His father going so far to tell him his only purpose was nothing more than a vessel and to appease his eve.

There'd never been a chance for him to be Adam. His whole life as a Prince being raised by demons and familiar's a lie. He'd been imprisoned under false beliefs until he'd lost Yui. Which was why he knew that look on Lunaria's face. A look that has been on his own a few months back. The would-be still reasonably fresh.

Unlike his brothers, he was never overly cruel to the girl. She had not even called for anything in him. Also, if her blood was addicting. Hell, if he recalled the only time he'd ever gotten violent was when she'd accidentally spilled his precious juice. Sacrilege in his eyes, but Yui had understood and apologized accordingly.

It was the thought of his favorite juice that had him wondering if Lunaria had ever tried it. If so, then they'd have something in common. Just like Azusa did with her. Which was frustrating that she favored a more masochistic vampire? Earning physical contact and that genteel smile. All of them, himself included, we're jealous, coveting the need for her to give just as freely with them.

"Do you like Guava Juice?"

"Don't you get it!? I want to be alone!"

As he spoke his thoughts aloud, Lunaria had stood up and faced him. Her words were ringing hollow in his ears as he got a good look at her face. Showing him how to hurt and devastated she was, while also showing her shock as her eyes widened in surprise. The urge to yell at her impertinence was lost as two of the three layers of her barrier vanished. And soon, the air was filled with a soft chime-like chuckle from her.

Tilting his head to the side as he watched her with his copper-rose eyes. Enjoying not only the sound, but how it made her face light up and, and the liquid silver ring in her eyes dance. Adding to the pale halo of the fading moon's light, it made her almost ethereal in appearance.

Feeling suddenly at a loss, he spoke, "You are never alone amongst us."

And I can't explain why?

Such a deep, deep reassurance,

You've placed in my life.

The timing had been entirely coincidental, that she couldn't help but chuckle. She was erasing all her previous dark thoughts, as two of her barriers dropped. Never taking her eyes from the young male before as she collected herself, Lunaria studied him. Both physically and metaphysically. Seeing things flicker in his aura that told much.

His eyes were a unique blend of Copper and Rose hues. His gaze open yet guarded as he kept his head tilted to the side though she sobered a bit when he spoke again, hearing the truth in his words — leaving her suddenly feeling conflicted.

"I know, Kino," She whispered, "Why did you follow me? Were you not even afraid I'd attack you in my emotional state? Even potentially kill you?"

At her words, she watched him straighten and glare. Then he was at the edge of the last barrier, looking down at her from under hooded eyes.

"No," he stated simply and honestly.

Gasping at the honesty of his reply, while noting he had not even answered her first question. It made Lunaria smile up at him. Causing her to witness the second, he relaxed.

"Then why?" she asked again, this time not wording the question entirely.

"Because I recognized the look on your face. Even understand to an extent, the pain and betrayal you felt. It was not exactly a conscious decision to follow you," his voice low as he held her gaze.

Starting at his words, Lunaria looked through Kino's aura and soul, seeing the truth of how he believed what he said. But she couldn't grasp just how. And as she tried to delve into finding answers, Lunaria noticed an odd occurrence happen, making her eyes narrow then widen. His would be a bit more than fifty years old, but less than eighty years.

"Kino?" she asked, her voice soft, barely audible.

The way his lips pulled up in a twisted smile before he launched into a brief explanation. Tone clipped as he did so. Her hands were fisting against her mouth the moment she brought them up, smothering a horrified gasp — the familiar feel of burning in her eyes as she dropped the last barrier. Her innate nurturing instinct was kicking in as she stepped towards him.

Lunaria was not sure if he knew it, but by him opening up to her, he just reassured her. Calmed her troubled mind and soul. There was no way, just like with Azusa, she'd let him leave now. He just earned his place in her life. At that realization, Lunaria felt the first tear fall down her face as she empathized.

We cannot separate.

You're apart of me.

Her reactions left him confused. She looked horrified, and the sound muffled behind her balled up hands confirmed it. But the moment Kino saw Lunaria's last barrier drop, and she stepped towards him, he stiffened. Eyes riveted to her, unsure of what to do as a tear fell down her face. Coupled with the way she was looking up at him. Kino was in awe.

It registered in his mind and stroked his ego. Lunaria wasn't crying because of what he said, or even how he said it. No, the silly girl was crying for him. Face showing her emotions and thoughts on his situation very clearly telling him how much she genuinely cared. Even as she hesitated, not coming closer, unsure of his reaction to what he knew she wanted to do.

What she was balking at offering was what he wanted. Craved it, and he got what he wanted. Stepping forward those few feet, Kinor reached out and pulled Lunaria to him with one arm, embracing her. While using his other to wipe a tear from her cheek. Delighting in how her eyes widened and her cheeks tinted a rich crimson as she blushed. The soft hitch in her breathing from his actions, making Kino glad for once, since learning his origins, that he'd been raised by familiar and demons alongside his friend and servant Yuuri.

They all taught him different things. To be more open and expressive. While treating him as a prince. And internally, he crowed and preened. It was serving him well as he wrapped both arms around the girl he now held, hugging her tighter to him and relishing in the softness of her curves and warmth of her body, as it relaxed, trustingly, against him. Just as his nose twitched at a smell so familiar and out of place for late fall. Wildflowers and rain.

Glancing down at Lunaria, Kino saw the smile on her face. The knowing look in her strange fey-like eyes. Silently confirming that was her natural scent. It was refreshing, pure, and innocent. He wanted to make it a part of him. To possess it.

"You will sleep with me?" He asked, making it into a question.

So, I'll hold tight to what I know.

You're here, and I'm never alone.

Lunaria was astounded by Kino's gentleness. This was affection and acceptance. While being slightly romantic, so of course, her body reacted accordingly. Even going so far as to drop her hold on the seal and let him in. The way his face lit up at how she smelled naturally was now a memory she'd always hold precious.

Though it was slightly ruined at what he said, Making her stiffen in his embrace. Slowly Lunaria mulled over what he had said, glad he wasn't forcing the issue, but waiting for her to answer. The fact that he asked was in his favor. He was allowing Lunaria to make her choice easily.

"No, Kino," she said, watching him withdraw from her. "But, I will gladly share your bed. Though I have a few conditions."

Again Kino tilted his head, eyes narrowing, showing his obvious confusion.

"They are the same, are they not?" He asked.

Smiling and sighing, Lunaria relaxed even further against him.

"No, they are not. Sharing means that I take my repose by you in your bed," Her words trailed off as Lunaria nibbled her bottom lip a bit. "Sleeping denotes that I am amenable to...that is... engaging... in other... activities... of a physical nature."

Her eyes were overseeing him, scanning his face for understanding. When his copper and rose-tinted eyes widened, she felt relieved though she'd be lying to herself if she didn't acknowledge the little amount of apprehension in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, making Lunaria drop her head to his chest to hide the look of amusement.

Seconds later, she felt a slightly disoriented feeling she only associated with two things. And she was pretty sure that she was not flying at insane speeds, it meant that they'd teleported. Lifting her head, she made out the darkened interior of a simple room. When her eyes came back to meet Kino's, she saw he was staring at her intently.

"What are your conditions?" he asked, his voice a mix of eagerness and wariness.

Smiling wider, Lunaria gave her reply, "No touching my scars. No acts or touch that can be intimate or of a sexual nature. No drinking my blood. Respect my space and body, please."

Again Lunaria nibbled on her lip, waiting for him to either accept or reject her conditions. When all Kino did was smile and nod before letting her go and stepping back. Lunaria felt elated. She was watching again as he made his way to what appeared to be a clothes dresser. When he faced her once more, holding out a dark red shirt, Lunaria was amazed at his consideration. Mentally remarking how glad she was, he was different from the others, as her cheeks heated again.

Taking the proffered shirt, she followed to where he pointed A door that led to a bathroom. In short order, she changed and crept back into Kino's bedroom. Noting he was already between the covers, lying very still, breathing light and even.

Padding to the side of the bed and lifting the edge of the blankets, she slipped between them. She was biting back a hiss at how cold they were. Only to hear a muffled chuckle. Rolling her eyes, Lunaria laid on her side, back to Kino. Shifting until she was comfortable, then pulling a pillow to her chest and cuddling it.

"If you'd like, and can behave yourself, you can... hold me, Kino," she whispered. Before she could count to three, he was pressed against her back, spooning her as his arm tightened around her waist. The feel of his breath puffing against the back of her head. Glad for putting the pillow over her chest. Because her heart was rapidly beating.

His words were earlier echoing in her head. With this, Lunaria knew it was true; she was never going to be alone anymore. Not while living in this mansion with all the boys, until the prophecy was fulfilled.

TBC!