Until Then
By Xinderella
Chapter Three: Momentary Abduction
Disclaimer: Vampire Princess Miyu is not mine.
Summary: This is a story of the relationship between Larva and Miyu. Miyu is a normal schoolgirl, at the tender age of fourteen. She gets good grades, has great friends, and has a great life. But the day will come when she finds out that she is not completely human. And so she meets Larva. Until then, enjoy. Please read and review!
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Kimiko set herself down on a lonely wooden bench at the exact center of the park. Yellow flowers surrounded the bench on all sides. She couldn't remember the name of that certain species of flora. But a small voice in her head piped up, saying that maybe she did know what they were. And perhaps she did. Perhaps they were buttercups.
Something her mother had told her rose to the surface of Kimiko's mind.
Weren't buttercups weeds?
They were pretty enough, Kimiko had to admit, but they grew everywhere. They sucked up the water and nutrients from the ground, leaving next to nothing for the other plants. They were useless. Useless, good-for-nothing weeds.
Aora was like that. Pretty, but useless. She was like buttercups. Except that she left nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
She didn't want to look at weeds anymore. She turned her face to the public park bench she was sitting on.
The green paint on the slats of the bench was peeling.
Bored and thoroughly unhappy, Kimiko picked at a particularly green spot with her index finger. Chips of paint subtly made their way under her fingernails, but she didn't care. She didn't care at all.
It hurt too much for her to care.
"Stupid Aora," she mumbled under her breath. She spat to the side to show her disgust for the girl. It was only her first day, and already she hated the pink-and-black haired airhead.
She grimaced, thinking of the moment when Koji had told her that he was going to the party with Aora.
Why did it feel as though her heart was breaking? She didn't even know him that well.
She only knew that his hair was black as a raven's wing, and his eyes as green as emeralds . . . And his voice . . . Her face softened, and then contorted in pain.
It hurt.
It hurt too much. Much too much.
Craning her slender neck upwards to gaze sorrowfully at the clear blue sky, Kimiko glowered. Why wouldn't the sky reflect her feelings? Why wasn't it gray and rainy whenever she was sad? The heroines in all her favorite movies had the sky crying for them whenever they were grieving.
She suddenly realized how illogical it was for her to be angry at the sky. A cloud passed overhead, slowly and surely as the tortoise in the old story her mother used to tell her.
She looked back down again, quickly, for she was a bit embarrassed. A faint blush stained her pale cheeks.
Being mad at the sky. Nothing could get more self-humiliating than that.
Even though there was no one around.
The back of her neck was itching; it felt almost as though someone was watching her.
But that was silly. No one was there. No one was staring at her. No one.
A sudden wave of paranoia crested at the bottom of her stomach, and she swallowed nervously.
No one was there.
"No one's there. No one. Right?" she whispered, half in fear, half in self-assurance. Beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead, and she wiped them away with the back of one hand.
A chill went down her spine. It was as if someone had brushed the nape of her neck with one long fingernail.
She could honestly admit she was helplessly frightened at this point.
She spun around, only to be confronted with . . .
Nothing. There was nothing.
"Nothing," she said out loud to herself, exhaling in relief.
She turned her head to face forwards again, saying, "Noth—"
A cool white hand clamped tightly over her mouth, willing her to say nothing.
Nothing at all.
The person, whoever it was, was suddenly crushing her body against his chest. She was too shocked to struggle. Her eyes widened, realizing the seriousness of what was happening. She had to get away! But he was too strong.
And she didn't even have the chance to see the person's face.
All that she could see was black darkness, the steady glow of oblivion as it reached out for her with its cold embrace . . .
She fainted.
Poor Miyu.
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-Xinderella