NEVER WINTER NIGHTS
Hey minna!! I know I haven't update in like...forever! HUWAHA!! Well, that's because I have been like forever busy with homework...and in the future don't really depend on me updating frequently...because like...I have math, science, English, and French next semester for high school, and I've got the crappiest teachers from what I've heard from the people who have it this year...sigh...-__-...anyway, I hope that you enjoy this chapter and I'll try to update when I find time to okay? Happy New Year to all!!
"N-NO!! I-It's all right! Please! Just stay...away...I-I can manage...please, just don't hit me again..." Mitsukai sobbed, as she backed away from her master, "I just don't want...anymore pain..."
And with that, she stood up and flees from his room, running quickly down the hallway. Fubuki listened intently to the sound of her footsteps until they faded into the silence.
"Great..." he muttered, "how will she ever learn to trust you now?"
That was the one question that laid unanswered for the rest of his night.
FEAR
Mitsukai ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She never stopped once until she reached her room. Slamming the door shut, she jumped onto her bed and buried herself under her duvet covers. She did not care about the trail of blood that was created while she was running. A salty tear slipped down her cheek, burning the ugly wound on her cheek. She cried out, as she threw the covers off her head. She made her way to the bathroom, thinking about the face that had made the wounds on the side of her face. Perhaps she had been a bit of a perk. Mitsukai examined herself in the mirror. Midnight blue hair and all, to her tear stained face. She put her fingers over the four gashes to stop the bleeding, and winced. The midnight blue haired girl sucked in her breath sharply, as she pressed a cool wet cloth to her face. After a few minutes, she removed the cloth and ran it under the water tap until the blood stains washed out. She then hung the cloth back up on the towel rack, and fell into an uneasy sleep on the bed.
* * *
Meanwhile, Mitsukai wasn't the only one who was having a bad sleep. A certain vampire was tossing and turning in his bed.
"Dammit..." he swore, as he woke up with fervent sweat, "it's just a dream, it was...a dream..."
He then got up and walked to the balcony. The pale moon was shining overhead, but of course he did not give a care about anything that was beautiful in the world. Except...maybe that servant girl of his...just a bit...he shook the thought out of his mind, 'she had upset me...I had the right to hit her so that she would stop her bickering...' staring at the balcony across from his room, 'ah...' the little pesky voice returned to his head again, 'but you shouldn't have lost your temper with her...after all...you WERE jealous of seeing her in the arms of another...especially your brother...'
"Shut up..." Fubuki muttered, annoyed, "she should have known her rightful place."
'Oh, but she did...after you clawed her face...' it hissed.
"Go away..." he mumbled, "I DON'T want to hear it from you..."
'Oh no...is the little prince getting mad?' it said mockingly, 'perhaps you should actually try apologizing to the girl...after all...you have to face the facts, my dear prince...'
"What facts?" Fubuki wondered aloud.
'Heh. Why, don't you know already? I just think that you're too stubborn to admit it yet I guess...' the voice sighed with boredom.
"What? I am not stubborn. How dare you speak to me like that? Who are you?" Fubuki growled defensively.
"Hehe...I am you...you are me...we are the same..." the voice chuckled with glee.
"Damned voice..." Fubuki then grumbled, fixing his gaze on the sleeping blue haired beauty across from his balcony.
'She looks so peaceful...and beautiful too...too bad you lost her temper, and gave her those nasty gashes, eh?' the voice taunted, laughter fading away as Fubuki snarled at it.
Mitsukai did indeed look like a sleeping beauty...except for those nasty wounds...Fubuki sighed. How will she ever learn to trust him now? When he had looked into her eyes that very moment he slapped her, he saw pain...very shocking emotional pain...he had wondered how she became so emotionally pained and afraid of him?
"I'm...sorry..." he whispered to the wind.
As if it were like magic, the wind carried his voice over to the other side of the balcony, slowly waking up the sleeping princess. Mitsukai blinked tiredly, as she got up and looked at the moon shine overhead. Mitsukai then lowered her gaze to the figure that was watching her across the balcony, and widened her eyes. She then blushed, as she noticed that she was only wearing a see-through nightgown over her under attire.
Fubuki stared at her like he had never seen a woman before. When he recently looked directly into her eyes, he saw flashes of hurt; betrayal, love, and fear...wait a minute...love? Did Mitsukai...love him?
Mitsukai continued to stare at her master as if she were in a trance. He seemed so...distant and cold to everyone else...was it because of a psychological trauma he went through?
"Yes, child...he did go through a psychological trauma...affecting everyone he loved and cared about..." a voice whispered to Mitsukai.
"What? Who? Where?" Mitsukai whipped her head around to scan the area for intruders.
"I said...yes...he did go through a psychological trauma...affecting everyone he loved and cared about...that is why he is so afraid to love and care about people again," the voice said wisely.
"I see...but what caused...him to be...to be like this?" she asked.
"Ah...young curiosity...bless you dear child...now, let me show you..." the voice admired.
Suddenly, Mitsukai felt a jerk beneath her navel, and she felt herself go dizzy. 'Hold on...my dear child,' the voice was in her mind, 'this is the past...' Mitsukai opened her eyes, and looked around. A little boy with dark chocolate hair came running out of the bushes with an elder woman behind him.
"Fubuki! Hurry! Get onto the boat before they come!" Fubuki's mother urged her five-year-old son onto the small boat that was going to lead the people to safety.
"What about you, Kaachan? Aren't you coming?" Fubuki asked his mother with wide eyes.
"...iie...Kaachan has some important business to take care off..." the mother trailed off, looking away.
"Demo...I WON'T LEAVE WITHOUT YOU!" declared the young boy, launching himself at his mother's robes, hugging her tightly.
"Silly boy! Go on, before they come! GO!" she replied harshly, shoving her son onto the boat with tears in her eyes.
The captain of the boat gave her a quick salute and started the engine.
"KAACHAN!" yelled the boy, reaching for his mother, but only to succeed in pulling off her favourite necklace.
"And where do YOU think you're going?" a crude voice smirked.
The mother gasped and turned around. A group of humans were standing there, holding crosses and stakes.
"Grab her!" the leader ordered.
Two men stepped forward to grab her by the arms, as the priest came forward with a stake in his hand. He muttered a little prayer and then drove the stake into the very heart of the woman. The mother slumped down onto the floor smiling weakly at the young boy in the boat before she blew away into dust.
"KAACHAN!!!" the little boy mouthed a silent scream, as tears were shed.
Suddenly, Mitsukai found herself back in her own room, looking bewildered. She put a hand to her mouth in horror. Her master had suffered an excruciating tragedy that made him so cold and uncaring.
"Yes, child. It is sad. He has suffered so many wounds...however...it is up to you to heal them all...bless you dear child, and good luck!" and with that, the voice faded into the darkness of the night.
'Poor master...' Mitsukai thought, glancing back over to the balcony from where he stood. Those crimson eyes seemed so sad and lonely. 'I will do whatever it takes to break down that sheet of ice around his heart!' Mitsukai silently vowed to herself.
Well...how did you like it? Anyway, I'm going to bed now...the first day of school starts tomorrow...sigh...bye for now!!
Hey minna!! I know I haven't update in like...forever! HUWAHA!! Well, that's because I have been like forever busy with homework...and in the future don't really depend on me updating frequently...because like...I have math, science, English, and French next semester for high school, and I've got the crappiest teachers from what I've heard from the people who have it this year...sigh...-__-...anyway, I hope that you enjoy this chapter and I'll try to update when I find time to okay? Happy New Year to all!!
"N-NO!! I-It's all right! Please! Just stay...away...I-I can manage...please, just don't hit me again..." Mitsukai sobbed, as she backed away from her master, "I just don't want...anymore pain..."
And with that, she stood up and flees from his room, running quickly down the hallway. Fubuki listened intently to the sound of her footsteps until they faded into the silence.
"Great..." he muttered, "how will she ever learn to trust you now?"
That was the one question that laid unanswered for the rest of his night.
FEAR
Mitsukai ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She never stopped once until she reached her room. Slamming the door shut, she jumped onto her bed and buried herself under her duvet covers. She did not care about the trail of blood that was created while she was running. A salty tear slipped down her cheek, burning the ugly wound on her cheek. She cried out, as she threw the covers off her head. She made her way to the bathroom, thinking about the face that had made the wounds on the side of her face. Perhaps she had been a bit of a perk. Mitsukai examined herself in the mirror. Midnight blue hair and all, to her tear stained face. She put her fingers over the four gashes to stop the bleeding, and winced. The midnight blue haired girl sucked in her breath sharply, as she pressed a cool wet cloth to her face. After a few minutes, she removed the cloth and ran it under the water tap until the blood stains washed out. She then hung the cloth back up on the towel rack, and fell into an uneasy sleep on the bed.
* * *
Meanwhile, Mitsukai wasn't the only one who was having a bad sleep. A certain vampire was tossing and turning in his bed.
"Dammit..." he swore, as he woke up with fervent sweat, "it's just a dream, it was...a dream..."
He then got up and walked to the balcony. The pale moon was shining overhead, but of course he did not give a care about anything that was beautiful in the world. Except...maybe that servant girl of his...just a bit...he shook the thought out of his mind, 'she had upset me...I had the right to hit her so that she would stop her bickering...' staring at the balcony across from his room, 'ah...' the little pesky voice returned to his head again, 'but you shouldn't have lost your temper with her...after all...you WERE jealous of seeing her in the arms of another...especially your brother...'
"Shut up..." Fubuki muttered, annoyed, "she should have known her rightful place."
'Oh, but she did...after you clawed her face...' it hissed.
"Go away..." he mumbled, "I DON'T want to hear it from you..."
'Oh no...is the little prince getting mad?' it said mockingly, 'perhaps you should actually try apologizing to the girl...after all...you have to face the facts, my dear prince...'
"What facts?" Fubuki wondered aloud.
'Heh. Why, don't you know already? I just think that you're too stubborn to admit it yet I guess...' the voice sighed with boredom.
"What? I am not stubborn. How dare you speak to me like that? Who are you?" Fubuki growled defensively.
"Hehe...I am you...you are me...we are the same..." the voice chuckled with glee.
"Damned voice..." Fubuki then grumbled, fixing his gaze on the sleeping blue haired beauty across from his balcony.
'She looks so peaceful...and beautiful too...too bad you lost her temper, and gave her those nasty gashes, eh?' the voice taunted, laughter fading away as Fubuki snarled at it.
Mitsukai did indeed look like a sleeping beauty...except for those nasty wounds...Fubuki sighed. How will she ever learn to trust him now? When he had looked into her eyes that very moment he slapped her, he saw pain...very shocking emotional pain...he had wondered how she became so emotionally pained and afraid of him?
"I'm...sorry..." he whispered to the wind.
As if it were like magic, the wind carried his voice over to the other side of the balcony, slowly waking up the sleeping princess. Mitsukai blinked tiredly, as she got up and looked at the moon shine overhead. Mitsukai then lowered her gaze to the figure that was watching her across the balcony, and widened her eyes. She then blushed, as she noticed that she was only wearing a see-through nightgown over her under attire.
Fubuki stared at her like he had never seen a woman before. When he recently looked directly into her eyes, he saw flashes of hurt; betrayal, love, and fear...wait a minute...love? Did Mitsukai...love him?
Mitsukai continued to stare at her master as if she were in a trance. He seemed so...distant and cold to everyone else...was it because of a psychological trauma he went through?
"Yes, child...he did go through a psychological trauma...affecting everyone he loved and cared about..." a voice whispered to Mitsukai.
"What? Who? Where?" Mitsukai whipped her head around to scan the area for intruders.
"I said...yes...he did go through a psychological trauma...affecting everyone he loved and cared about...that is why he is so afraid to love and care about people again," the voice said wisely.
"I see...but what caused...him to be...to be like this?" she asked.
"Ah...young curiosity...bless you dear child...now, let me show you..." the voice admired.
Suddenly, Mitsukai felt a jerk beneath her navel, and she felt herself go dizzy. 'Hold on...my dear child,' the voice was in her mind, 'this is the past...' Mitsukai opened her eyes, and looked around. A little boy with dark chocolate hair came running out of the bushes with an elder woman behind him.
"Fubuki! Hurry! Get onto the boat before they come!" Fubuki's mother urged her five-year-old son onto the small boat that was going to lead the people to safety.
"What about you, Kaachan? Aren't you coming?" Fubuki asked his mother with wide eyes.
"...iie...Kaachan has some important business to take care off..." the mother trailed off, looking away.
"Demo...I WON'T LEAVE WITHOUT YOU!" declared the young boy, launching himself at his mother's robes, hugging her tightly.
"Silly boy! Go on, before they come! GO!" she replied harshly, shoving her son onto the boat with tears in her eyes.
The captain of the boat gave her a quick salute and started the engine.
"KAACHAN!" yelled the boy, reaching for his mother, but only to succeed in pulling off her favourite necklace.
"And where do YOU think you're going?" a crude voice smirked.
The mother gasped and turned around. A group of humans were standing there, holding crosses and stakes.
"Grab her!" the leader ordered.
Two men stepped forward to grab her by the arms, as the priest came forward with a stake in his hand. He muttered a little prayer and then drove the stake into the very heart of the woman. The mother slumped down onto the floor smiling weakly at the young boy in the boat before she blew away into dust.
"KAACHAN!!!" the little boy mouthed a silent scream, as tears were shed.
Suddenly, Mitsukai found herself back in her own room, looking bewildered. She put a hand to her mouth in horror. Her master had suffered an excruciating tragedy that made him so cold and uncaring.
"Yes, child. It is sad. He has suffered so many wounds...however...it is up to you to heal them all...bless you dear child, and good luck!" and with that, the voice faded into the darkness of the night.
'Poor master...' Mitsukai thought, glancing back over to the balcony from where he stood. Those crimson eyes seemed so sad and lonely. 'I will do whatever it takes to break down that sheet of ice around his heart!' Mitsukai silently vowed to herself.
Well...how did you like it? Anyway, I'm going to bed now...the first day of school starts tomorrow...sigh...bye for now!!