A/N: Don't let the title fool you. Its meaning is symbolic, meaning that you don't want to see the person you care for the most, that seems invincible to show their weakness. Sigh. Hopefully you caught all that. And enjoy.
Warning: This FF 2 story will contain hints of yuri and incest. Plus spoilers for those who haven't played the game, so please. If you are uncomfortable with the warnings above, leave. Because flames from your own stupidity will not be tolerated from me :cracks knuckles:
Summary: Set before the second game, showing the in-depth look at Yae and Sae's relationship before the ritual. And what part Itsuki played in their lives before the tragic events to come occurred. Hints of yuri and incest. Yae x Sae x Itsuki triangle

Don't Cry My Vampire

Chapter#2 harmonist bouquet

Dear Diary,

Today was perfection, Sae and I spent the day with Itsuki, Mutsuki and Chitose. It was splendid, nothing I would ever change. We spent most of the day in the pasture, I helped gather some silverglade lilacs for Chitose's necklace. We spun the essential length of yarn, then arranged the blossoms along the string, it turned out so lovely. Oh how I love that child. And Itsuki . . . he was wonderful too, sweet, caring so tender to me. What is this tingle in my chest?

Yae,

Outside the window shades, the afternoon sky was painted with amber pastels of orange, golden and auburn. All nestled around the receding sun, fading behind the flat mountain sides. Thick mist enshrouding the empty paths through the small village. A girl hunched over in her futon, her eyes skimming her sister's diary entry. "Yae . . . " Her voice died down like the soft rolling waves against the shore. "You really do, love him."

You're genuinely happy, ne? This is true, not the illusion I play out. The memoirs of today were not the ones I had hoped for. But my desperate wishes are fruitless, Because nothing will ever change. The same patterns in the cloth, unaltered even as time flows passes us and the limited years we have with each other. It'll always be the same . . . and I'm . . . I'm okay now. I just pray that I'll remain close to you for all of eternity. I love you Yae . . .

Sae,

Dampening her lips, after easing her aggravation through her writing Sae once again delved the notebook beneath the futon. Smoothing through the sheets to erase the outlining of the dairy, once satisfied with her work the porcelain fleshed maiden struggled to her feet with a heaving breath, then wandered the hallways in search of her sister. The shadows dancing along the walls as the golden rays of light penetrated the blinds along the windows.

The flush fluttering of wings pierced her focus. Its soft pattering of wind blowing was all too suspicious. But at the same time it was hypnotizing, standing in awe as two warped butterflies fleeting their wings as a translucent glow flowed from their erratic movements. Its was undoubtably crimson emitting from them, "Butterflies? In the house." Her feet traveled closer, "Crimson . . . Butterfly . . ."

This is your destiny . . . Sae, you must prepare yourself . . . The earth shall tremble . . . then your fate will be decided, whether or not you honor the right choice . . .

"Huh?" Sae's response to the ghostly whisper was a short gasp as the creatures that seemed so unrealistic had vanished so suddenly. "What the." Her dull eyes lost its excitement, was this a figment of her imagination? Has she really cracked the nutshells of insanity? Perhaps

An impelled chuckle escaped lungs. She had found herself actually believing her own subconscious accusation of lunacy. This was drifting farther into the improbable, Sae knew what was in her heart. She's never lost the grip on her intellection or her composure . . . at least she liked to think she did,

"Sae, its getting late." The warmth from this familiar voice drew her from her own interrogations, her lashes fluttering as realization hit her full throttle. Clashing gazes with Itsuki, initiating a very awkward moment for Sae. As her eyes dashed to her bare feet, he rested a hand on her shoulder. The heating sensation pulsing through her skin was incredible, something she had never experienced. "Want me to walk you to your room?"

"Uh . . . " Her jaw was locked instantly, "All right," Sae's neck lowered so her flaming complexion was hidden from the youth's view. Like a dove cornered by a predator, she shied away from his fierce eyes as he lead her back in the direction of the chamber she shared with her twin sister.

"Yae was worried about you, but you suddenly disappeared from our side. Leaving for quite some time." Itsuki's voice was like the touch of fine satin caressing across the skin. Like a bitterly delicious imported wine, "Is something troubling you, Sae?"

"No, its alright. I'm just a bit under the weather, nothing to become concerned over." The teenaged girl's excuse wasn't all that convincing, her weak pitch disrupted any chance of that. His coal black eyes were gifted, he could see what many could not. Reading between the lines, he sensed inner emotions in people's hearts. The one emitting from Sae was a ominous and indiscreet, one Itsuki could not identify on his own.

"Is that so . . ." With a dull thud, Sae cracked her eyes open, her shoulder throbbing under pressure. Her arms held carefully in place, pinned by another's. Meeting with Itsuki's visual line. His mid-section vaguely making contact with hers. "Sae, what is it really? Your sudden detachment is making Yae frightened." Casting his sharply defined orbs over the shrine maiden.

"I . . . Itsuki please?" A distraught whimper screeched from her sealed mouth, as she clamped her clothed arms around his waist, searching for some form of security. Love. "Hold me . . ." burying her face into the silken fabric of his montsuki. Her knuckles grasping at the sash, turning a ghostly white.

"Sae, what's wrong?" Enclosing her in a genuine hug,

"Do you . . .care for my sister? I need to know," Her sauntered voice was so angelic yet so cryptic it hypnotized the young boy, he released his grip on her waist. Backing away almost flustered, like she was a herd of locusts buzzing in his ears.

"Sae, what brought this up?" His pasty lips snapped shut,

"It is nothing . . ." Ducking her head away from his gaze, "I just . . . want her to be content, I want my sister to be loved, and love before we go through this. That is all," The sorrow draining away in her subtle tone. Her feeble hands fell to the side.

"Sae . . ."

After that conversation with Itsuki, I knew for certain. He loved her, and it was not a famished love. No, it was a true, genuine heart felt love. Good. I what her to be happy, but there is another fact I uncovered within myself. When Itsuki nodded in reply, my heart bounced in my chest. Half overwhelmed with glee, the other jealousy over . . . Yae, not Itsuki as I thought. My heart aches for her, my twin sister. A frowned upon mutation of innocent sisterly love.

But I can't help myself, I have been bound together with her for my whole life. Are fates are entwined for all of time, side by side. It's a curse yet I refuse to see it in that damp view, its my haven in a sense. After all, I owe my birth rights to my bondage with Yae. For we shall never be apart, in death nor life. Same as my unconditional love, it shall never waver.

Is it wrong to feel like this, though? To care for your flesh and blood so extremely, I see nothing wrong with my affections. Its just what a twin shares, almost like a mate. A soul mate, I know Yae is mine. Together forever, we will be. I cannot wait for eternity though, eternity can wait for me . . . how I despise irony, with a bitter tongue I curse it.

But not everything in reality is sweet as nectar, or as tolerable as summer heat. And not all of life's lesson are kind.

Sae,

A/N: Short chapter, I apologize. But I was so giddy that I had finally finished the second chapter. And resized all the grammar and spelling errors! Yay! Hurray! Anyway, I knew if I didn't I'd have my ear chewed off by Crimson Alessa. See, I corrected it teacher.