Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters used in this fic or Kamui and Yuzuriha would be kissing in the series.
Chapter One
A strangled groan stirred Kamui from he's sleep. The dark haired youth sat up slowly and rubbed he's eyes. Dragging himself out of his warm bed he walked out of his room and down the hall. He stopped in front of a door.
"Yuzuriha? Are you alright?" He tapped his knuckles on the door to her room. When no answer came he called again. "Yuzuriha? I'm coming in." The door opened and Kamui walked in...
And was meet with a flushing Yuzuriha. He stared at the girl as her mouth opened and closed in silent moans. Kamui wasn't sure but he had a hunch that she wasn't having a nightmare like he thought she was.
'Humph, figures. I wonder who she's dreaming about...' He turned around and was about to walk out when he noticed an open book on her desk. His curiosity toke over and he creped closer. He leaned over the book and began reading.
Date: May 26, 1999
Dear Diary,
Blood, a red liquid that flows through the human body. A liquid that represents life. The sacred wine.
I'm in love with blood but not the way you would think. I love its warmth and its way of comforting me. I used to paint with blood. I'd cut my wrist and use a paintbrush to paint a portrait of the one I wanted to fall in love with. The paintings were always the same. I always throw them away after the blood turned brown.
I meet the person I had painted today. He was more beautiful then in my paintings. I'll have to ask him if he could pose for me so that I can paint a picture of him. I think I'll use red paint mixed with blood.
I truly am sick. Just like those kids said when I accidentally cut my throat in class that one time. It was in 1st grade and we had just finished lunch. I was playing with my throat in the back of the class room and I had pressed my nails into one of my veins to hard. The blood trickled out of the miniature cut as I lead my head back. For a moment I couldn't breathe... Then the teacher noticed and screamed.
My eyes snapped open and I had looked at the many eyes that were looking at the blood as it stained the neckline of my white shirt. The teacher had stopped screaming and was now calling the nurse and consoler. My classmates stared at me with looks of fear and disgusted. Inuki whimpered beside me.
Needs less to say, I was under close watch for a long time. I now had to draw the portrait engraved in my mind instead of painting it. I used red pencils but it wasn't the same. Oh, I bet you want to know who I'm in love with.
His name is Kamui Shirou and he is the one the will decide the fate of this planet.
Yours truly,
Yuzuriha Nekoi
Kamui gaped at the book and turned his head to stare at the sleeping girl. He stepped closer and was now able to figure to what she was moaning and groaning. Quickly he exited the room and speed to his own. He sat down on his bed. Something told him he wasn't going to get much sleep.