A/N: Okay, I mentioned in my preview (on another fic I wrote) that there would be S+S in this, well there is also S+Y. Not shouen-ai, but still Syaoran+Yue relationship. Who knows mabye it is shouen-ai? But I consider it more like a father/son thing...

Chapter 6- Yue

My 'son', that is to say my fledgling, returned back at the apartment where we had currently deiceded to live, at dawn. I was still awake, and engaged in reading. It was just something to pass the time. I had gone out to hunt in the night, so I was energized enough to stay awake for awhile longer.

"Otu-san," Syaoran began.

Strange to be reffered as 'otu-san'. We usually don't get involved in a relationship with those we change. Of course, Syaoran was the only fledgling that I ever created. No more. Just him. I still am not too sure why, other than the fact that this boy was powerful enough as he was, and with my blood he would rise to great heights in our world. I do need a successor....just in case. Mabye it had been pity for the child. He had no father. Just a mother and four sisters. I killed them. Well except the father. He had died long before I came in contact with the Li clan. Pity. Mabye that was it.

"What?" I asked in a distracted voice.

I felt his amber eyes on me, even though I couldn't see him, for I was still turned to my book. Which I wasn't even reading. Over the centuries with him, I grew to...love him. Love..strange how that word is still in me. After all, I have been a vampire for the longest time...

"Put the book down and pay total attention," Syaoran hissed with annoyance and with the sound of someone who was used to being obeyed.

I put it down. It was stupid anyways. Humans have the entire vampire race wrong...twisted out of perspective in a major way. Well, some of it is true for the weaker of our kind.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, taking the annoyance out of my voice. So instead, it was the normal cold that it was. Syaoran was the same way. All the time, the cold voice. Hmm...takes after me.

He sighed and sat down on the bed, next to me. He looked up into my eyes.

"Otu-san, I have just had a few thoughts forced into my head..."

"Go on," I told him.

"This was brought to my thoughts by Ashi. Otu-san, Yue, why was I the only fledgling you created?" He asked.

Doesn't it figure? The very thing I had been thinking about.

"I don't trust anyone. Other vampires most of all, that is why. I was being cautious of the fact that a fledgling might turn on me," I answered simply.

He continued to stare at me without blinking. His amber eyes boring into my icy blue eyes.

"Demo, Otu-san, Why did you change me?" He asked.

I did not want to answer this question. Especially since I didn't know the full answer myself. Also, Syaoran did not need to know how I felt about him. Loving him as a father loves a son... Vampires aren't supposed to love.

"Xiao Lang," I began, using Syaoran's Chinese name which he had used in life, "I am not sure of that myself. Other than for reasons that you would grow up to be one of the most powerful among us. At that time I was concerned about the fading power our kind had. And I knew that with my blood, you would become powerful yourself."

He looked hurt for a moment, but it was gone as quick as it came. Did he feel any emotions for me other than the hate he had felt in the begining years?

He sighed and stretched out on the bed. Behind me.

"Night, Yue," he said.

Strangly, I felt sad at not being called 'otu-san.' I must be getting senile in my old age. I am a few thousand years old after all. But still, I haven't felt emotions like this for the longest time. Even before, when Syaoran had begun to warm up to me, and lose his human nature, I never felt the way I do now. And humans think we vampires don't have any emotions other than anger and hate. I really didn't understand why I felt this way about the boy sleeping behind me. He looked so young, and frail. But he isn't. He is as strong as I am, mabye even stronger. Still, I felt attatched to the fledgling behind me. He is my son in the vampire world. For the strangest reason, I felt like a true father. Happy and proud of what my son was, how he had matured over the hundreds of years he had been with me. Proud of how he adapted to the times as centuries faded away, and new ones came.

I am still what I am. A vampire. I am cold, distant, powerful, but a new emotion had been born in me. Love for the son that wasn't mine by birth, but by blood. The only thing in the world that I loved, that I liked at all. I could not let Syaoran find out about that.

I layed down beside him, I noticed that he was still awake.

"Xiao Lang..."

He turned his back on me. "It is no longer Xiao Lang, it's Syaoran," he mumbled.

It was hard to force the next words out of my mouth. Amazing that I could even summon the words. "I'm sorry, Syaoran." Sorry?! I never apologized for anything! Yet Syaoran had a power over me...he brought emotions back to me that I had thought I lost.

He turned back around to look at me. He didn't smile, his eyes didn't change, but he said, "I am sorry too Otu-san."

I couldn't help it...my emotions were getting the best of me. That hasn't happened for a VERY long time either. I reached out and touched his pale cheek. I knew my expression didn't change from the usually cold stare, but my words were tender like his were, "Syaoran, my son, I love you."

Those words shocked me. So much for not telling him...stupid useless emotions! I felt like a human...which wasn't a good thing for me. Vampires don't have relationships with anyone! Especially those that they changed! And yet...

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A/N: ^_______^ more soon. I am warning y'all now, I go back to school on August 19th, so at that point, updates will be kinda slow in coming. But for now, this'll be updated as soon as I get the chapters written! Ja ne for now! R/R plz.