Disclaimer: I don't own Nightwalker. But I own Kitani, Sakashima, and Hex.
Authoress note: Ok, I'm sorry for not adding this before. But yeah, there wasn't much to say.
It was almost dawn and a laveder haired vampire wandered through the depths of the park. He was becoming more sensitive to the light ever since he'd started living with Cain and the others. Cain . . . This thoughts wandered to his master. And the girl that had been hurt because of him. If only he could've controlled his jealousy. Why was he even jealous in the first place? Shouldn't he be glad that Cain found someone else? But for some reason he wasn't. It hurt him greatly to think of the things that Cain and Kitani had done back when Shido hadn't been around. It burned a hole in his soul to think of them together.
Did that mean that even before he knew of Kitani and the others, he'd secretly longed for Cain? Could that have been possible? Could he have been thinking about his master without even realizing it? Did he still love Cain? But what about Riho and Yayoi? Did they mean nothing? What would they say if he came back and said that he'd been with Cain and realized that the ancient blonde vampire was the only true holder of his affections? What would they do? Would they abandon him?
The thought was unbearable. But why? If he loved Cain then why would it hurt so badly if his more mortal freinds were to turn their backs? It was the same thing that he'd done to them. He gasped. Yes, that had been the exact thing that he'd done to them. So how could he expect them not to turn away? Was he that arrogant? He fell to the ground, dazed, shocked with the mere thought. Had he, for all that time, merely been feeding illusions to himself? He jolt of morn broke his from his thoughts. It was too late to think about that now. He'd worry about that when he woke. Now it was time to find shelter. But where? He couldn't possibly go back to the apartment where he'd spent the last few months. And he couldn't go back to his office. So he'd have to find shelter somewhere within the forest. He knelt there in the shadows of the tree and scanned the area frantically.
There had to be somewhere for him to hide. He peered down at the cold, damp soil beneath him and shivered. The ground was calling to him. The earth itself was calling him underground. Telling him it was safe. That the soil would keep him safe from the dreadful burning that he'd recieve. But was he truly ready to go underground? He'd never done it before. He's always had some building where he could stay. But now it felt like death was calling him, beckoning him into the ground, into the grave. But would he reply?
Yes, he would. It was the only thing he could do at that moment. He gave into the pleas and dug his hands down into the cold ground. He dug and dug, pulling fistful after fistful of dirt out of the ground and into the air around him. He fell into a trance as the grave pulled him downward, caressing his instincts to sleep. Telling him it was alright. Convincing him that this was where he belonged at that moment. And so he laid down in the makeshift grave he'd dug himself and curled onto his side. As his eyes closed the soil seemed to suck him under, devouring him until there was no scar on the surface. Until there wasn't the slightest trace that he'd been there.
And so, under a layer of dirt and grass, he slept. And he would continue to hibernate until someone disturbed him or dusk settled into the world. Until the night fell on the oblivious world and he'd rise to right the wrongs he'd commited.