(If you are wondering about Kikono's family and all, it will be explained in this chapter, so don't fret)

Omi: Why do I have to be a vampire?

Ken: Calm down, you're kind of cute with fangs (chuckles)

Omi: (looks in a mirror) I do not!

Samkin: It's only a story, Omi; you don't have to go a-wall on me!

Omi: (holds a dart) I am not a vampire!

Ken: Don't worry, he won't attack you when I have this (holds up a box of pocky)

Omi: POCKY!

Part 4

Hiro smiled at Omi as they drove back to the park, before Ken and him left the tall man gave Omi a small book. "I think your mother would want you to have this Omi, it will explain why you are like this."

Omi looked down at the small book, it had a rather green color to it and looked rather worn. He put it in his back pack and nodded to him. "Uncle Hiro, are you going to come and visit me?"

"I will when I can find us both a cure for this."

This left Ken and Omi blinking, Hiro got back in his car and waved to the two of them. It was clear to them at Hiro wasn't going to be coming back for awhile.

**

Returning to the flower shop Omi set his book down in the bedroom and then worked his shift, to his disappointment Aya wouldn't have him working sick, in fact Aya was still paranoid that he had poisoned him with his cooking. Of course the tall man with crimson hair didn't say anything, just pointed to the stairs and whispered. "Stay up there, will you?"

Leave it to Aya-kun to only say orders, Omi thought. Aya never really said anything really kind unless he felt it was important to let his team know how he felt about them. So far, the youngest member learned to just read his eyes. If he was glaring coldly it meant: "Leave me alone or be cleaved in two," or, "I could care less what you think." So far that had worked, but when he spoke, it was kind of clear and ringing, he wasn't really such an evil person when he said anything that was helpful. Yet, of course there was the look of concern that Omi saw the night he got sick, these eyes just had the look of: "Oh, God, I poisoned him. I didn't mean to." That look in his eyes though soon faded when he asked Omi if he was okay.

Omi say in his room and looked down at the book on his desk. He brought it up and opened it to the first page. He saw the writing soft almost beautiful letters written in the pen of a person he had only seen in pictures and couldn't remember.

**

"March 5 I have decided on a name for my youngest son, of course that name actually came from Hiro, my darling brother; he is always talking about how I need protection. He called my son, Mamoru, it does mean to protect. Hirofumi and Masafumi won't let anyone near me when I have Mamoru with me, they are like my little guards, I will miss Hirofumi when he goes to college, he's almost eighteen, my sweet first born."

Omi read on and then came to an entry that was almost six years latter.

"September 12 Mamoru has my family curse. The blood test came back positive, I don't know what to do, little Mamoru doesn't deserve this. Reiji said he won't pay for the treatment, I can't believe this, this is his son. Masafumi was really upset and went to talk to his father. I don't know what to do, when I look at my son, he looks prefect. "Shuichi came to visit today, I'm so glad, he is the voice of reason in this family. Ever since I was little it was Shuichi who showed responsibility for his family."

"So far I have concluded that this curse is in the blood, my precious Mamoru, if only he could forgive me. It was inherited from my father's family, from near as I could get from my father. My so many great grandmothers fell in love with a vampire, as such that their child was cursed and every child after that. Until recently it skipped to every third child. My brother, Hiro was infected; my sister and myself weren't infected with this. Since it goes to the third child, my precious Mamoru is cursed with this. How can fate do this?"

Omi stopped reading when he heard a knock on his door. "Hai?"

It opened slowly and he saw Aya looking at him, he had a look of rather concern. "You can work tomorrow if you are up to it." He whispered and then down to his room.

"Aya-kun, you didn't do anything to me with your cooking," Omi walked up to him and saw his eyes looking still concerned.

"I know, Ken told me what you are. So I have no reason to be mad at you for getting sick from my food," it was a rather flat sounding voice and it sounded as if he didn't care at all. "But I'll kill you if you hurt any of us, understand me?"

The boy nodded and backed into Ken's room. "How could you have told him?"

"I had no choice Omi, he figured it out. He saw the fangs; he assumed it had something to do with that incident with Schriet last year. Omi, I had to, if I didn't he'd still be beating himself up about you getting sick." Ken's face was rather pink from actually saying anything. "He said he won't tell Yohji, but he assumed that Yohji might already know. You know, PI instinct and all."

The boy's face was looking hurt and upset. "I just didn't want people to worry about me."

"We have to, Omi, you're the youngest member, and you have more of a chance to grow up than we will. You'll go to college, you'll have a family, it's our job to make sure that happens for you. I sure as hell won't have a family; I mean look what I did to Yuriko, for crying out loud."

"That wasn't your fault," Omi blinked at him in curiously. "I know that it wasn't your fault. I shouldn't be blaming you for telling Aya-kun."

**

Aya didn't know how to take the news that one of his team members was a vampire. Omi looked so innocent, so unlikely to even kill, but he knew better. Omi was capable of murder even more so than himself. He had seen the boy fighting down the enjoyment he had at finding a target, the vampire in him though was almost even worse. He saw the youngest member looking upset when he had to kill the person; it was as if it was a chore to him.

Ken was shying more into his room these days, he would see Omi going into the room and come back a few hours latter looking much better, he would knock on Ken's door and Ken wouldn't answer. It was so strange, Aya had never seen the soccer player so tired and drained of energy that was when he learned the truth about the youngest member. "He's a vampire, Aya. He can't help what he is, we can't be angry with him," was the soft voice saying over and over again. "He can't help it."

"How can he?" Aya whispered to himself looking in a mirror. "Omi could kill everyone." He was right, he looked out in the hall and saw Omi standing there looking at him with large blue eyes, those eyes were what got to him. He could never really get angry with him anymore. Since his sister was awake and Takatori was dead. Omi was just Omi, he wasn't evil; he was sort of a child in many respects. He was totally oblivious about the opposite gender, sometimes scared half to death of girls; he was shy, sometimes acting like a girl himself. He had his own interests, but so far this sudden illness left him to be the baby of the group.

Aya felt as if he poisoned him, but when Ken told him the truth, it was as if glass broke when it came to Omi now. He wouldn't allow Omi within a hundred feet of him. It wasn't fear, but it was more concern for everyone's safety.