A/N: This is the second to last installment to Don't Cry My Vampire, to those of you who enjoyed this story I thank you for taking the taking the time to appreciate my hard work. And don't worry, this isn't the end, but it will be the most important chapter yet, displaying my own view on Yae, Sae and Itsuki's relationship.
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:
Translations: Hai- yes, onegai- please, yogi- night time kimono, for sleeping, boubo-a late, deceased mother, anata- husband, from a women mouth. Fukun- one's husband, buranketto-blanket, koibito- lover, sweetheart.
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 occurred. Hints of yuri and incest. Yae x Sae x Itsuki triangle

Don't Cry My Vampire

Chapter#4: ashen remains

Dear Mutuski,

Forgive me! Please brother, wherever you are, please do not hate me, scold me, ridicule me. I have forsaken you. I could not change you into that which you prayed for. And I am the reason, and I know why . . . I hadn't put my heart into helping you. When my palms held, your throat, and your lively pulse calmly faded into cold nothingness I wished more than life that you wouldn't flutter away from my open arms. Now I wish you had.

I'm dying, brother. More than you'll ever know, my sorrow is deep, intoxicating the breath in my lungs. A horrible disease inhabiting my heart. Slowly my will to live withers away, but . . . that doesn't mean I won't fulfill your dying wish oniisan. Yae and Sae will not suffer my failure, I will . . .

Itsuki,

"Itsuki?" A small whispered called angelically, he heard her though. Despite his anguish his ears alerted him to the small shadow beside the slider, sharp coal eyes skimmed him over worriedly. "Your hair!" Chitose murmured helplessly, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"I know . . . " The remaining twin sighed remorsefully, his dull eyes never focusing enough to see her expression. Or the gentle tears cascading down her ghostly pale cheeks. So beautiful, as they shimmered unearthly with the glow of the moon radiance. "Chitose, when my friend comes. Please give him the key to my room." That was the last thing that she would hear him utter,

"Yae!" Sae hissed fearfully, easing her twin to her feet. Her eyes wavering as the younger sister winced painfully, shifting her shoulder blades easily, trying not to strain the bruising. And her physical stamina hadn't returned. "Be careful, please." Stroking a stray raven bang from her eyes,

"I'm sorry, I just. . . I want to see Itsuki, make sure he is alright." The desperation in her honey irises was unmistakable. Yae's shallow breathing filled her sensitive ear canals. "Please Sae," Guilty for her hesitation, the elder twin nodded.

"Hai. I will help you to the Tachibana manor."

Dear Makabe-san,

Please leave this place immediately! It's dangerous to be an outsider here, especially in the state of time you have arrived in. So please heed my warning, take Ryozo-kun and LEAVE! I don't want you two to suffer under my burden, and please give him the note I have attached to this one. It's crucial,

Sincerely,

Itsuki Tachibana,

The pale twin's aching fingers trembled as they laid in rest, the lantern burned fiery ambers, crackling against the glass oval container. "Godspeed Makabe-san, Ryozo-kun I pray you can help them after they pass the gates. And . . . I hope Yae can forgive me," His mind raced with painful images of the sacrifice, his very hands trembling around the deathly still flesh, no pulse . . . no life. And Mutsuki . . . his face . . . an ominous shadow over his facial features. An unmistakable aura,

"Itsuki?" A disfigured moan filled the illuminating silence of his room. It wasn't of any stranger, no. It was her, the girl he always thought he would live to love all their lives. But not anymore, the tatters in his life had soaked and faded, even now he accepts it. "What–happened to you?"

"Many things, Yae." The remaining's gaze never left his lap, too ashamed of his failure to his brother. . . to them, he couldn't muster the courage to clash glances. He knew what she was referring to, his once rich ebony mane had be engrossed in his grief. After the ceremony some tresses had died off from the roots and fallen to the mat his sat, but . . . it was not the reason her eyes widened in fear, the stress had led to something more phenomenal . . . his hair, it had been drained of all life period. What was left of it was a ghostly white.

"Oh Itsuki," Yae's footfalls echoed closer in proximity making him slightly anxious. Until finally her slender shadow cradled him in its serenity. "I'm so sorry, so very sorry," The brunette plopped down to her knees, flinging her kimono-draped arms around his shivering frame. Lilac. His nostrils drifted open, inhaling her sweet fragrance. But, his arms still remained at his sides. Motionless.

It seemed like a bitter sweet eternity they shared an embrace. Her sleek bob caressing his neck and shoulder as she rocked him back and forth, so gently he seemed to relax under her care. "Yae, you are as sweet as nectar." Itsuki muttered as his lashes fluttered shut, he was at ease from the first time in days.

Yae whispered nothing in reply, her arms just gave him a compassionate squeeze in reassurance. Her rosy lips formed a blate smile, "if this is the last time for us . . . I wish not to waste." In a shift of silk, they parted, her fine finger tips tugging at his padded shoulders. "Itsuki, I . . ." her eyes traveled down, as her cheeks flushed a pink hue of her fair complexion.

"What is it Yae?" He frowned, not sure where this would lead.

"I-I just." An ember of determination sparked in her chest, not willing to let this apportunity flutter away as would a precious butterfly in her grasp. "I love you Itsuki!" exhaling briefly she continued, her caramel irises never leaving his. "I want you to know that—but for I, before a perform the ritual."

How could he deny her, his Yae. The admition of his affection for her, why would he? Without a single meditated thought he acted, like a primal instinct he claimed her mouth. So swiftly she gasped into the wet cavern of his mouth. "Sweet, like honey." His mind dazzled, but soon the kiss was not sufficient enough. He needed more, more than what she may be willing to give.

With a quick toss, Yae found herself sprawled on the mat where he had sat. Her eyes widening in surprise as Itsuki's eyes impaled on her. Absorbing her simplex beautiful, natural and flawless. "Yae, I want to show you I love you . . . one last time," His voice, it was so ambrosial, so soothing and seductive. Though she was baffled at his last statement, however she chose to neglect it and cherish this moment for all it was worth.

"Onegai, I want this." Turning her neck to her head resting to the side, a rosy hue tainted her cheeks. Giving him all the assurance he desired, Itsuki's eyes wandered her milky skin. Widening anxiously as they observed that her yogi had loosened around the obi, displaying the crevice between her small breasts. The remaining admired how sultry her porcelain flesh made her look.

"Yae, you must know just how lovely you are." His compliment only made her blush more ravishing, she nodded absentmindedly. Taking into focus the longing for the love her lost, finding the candle in the darkness within her very soul. Maybe she possessed the power to calm him, heal the scars of losing the closest person to him. Mutsuki. "Give me time, brother. Just this moment, please. I need to show her the extent of my love. Then . . . then I will join you, because–twins as us shouldn't be apart . . ."

"Let me send you to the sky, a high only sacred between lovers." Itsuki whispered huskily into her ear, making her shudder under his warm pants. Sending waves of chilling tingles down her spine.

I–Yae I had no idea you would . . . I heard you both, moans, gasps and all. I was so astonished I left, what ever happened to being pure? Yae, do you not remember what boubo preached? She told us, that our maidenhood is the most priceless, treasure we could ever bare. And that only a anata is worthy of taking it, Itsuki isn't even your promised fukun. But, I admit . . . I wish you love me as you did him,

Sae.

"Yae," Itsuki whispered softly nudging his temple over her shoulder. It was chilly in the small room, he fastened the buranketto over their exhausted forms. The perspiration gathering on their porcelain flesh, finally his voice reached her, dark irises cracking open.

"Yes, koibito?" Yae replied with a pleasant yawn. Shifting her position so she lay on her hip, embracing the side of Itsuki's chest. "What is it that on your mind?" Her tone became slightly antsy,

"I made a promise to Mutsuki," He sealed away his eyes, flashes of that final night flooded his concentration. "I will get you and Sae out of this treacherous place. You won't suffer, like I have." The brunette's feeble gasp didn't surprise him, he had expected her stunned reaction.

"Oh Itsuki, you don't know what you're talking about!" Covering her naked body she crawled back a few inches and stood, almost revolted he would ever suggest such a far fetched possibility. "Its preposterous!" That damnation in her eyes was quite yielding, even to one who has lost all there is to lose.

"Yae, I already have this strategically figured out. You can be free!" The ghostly boy exclaimed, "You can Yae, you and Sae both." She still stood uncertain,

"Itsuki–are you?" He nodded solemnly, bestowing her faith in his plan. "How can I ever repay you, koibito?" Her almond eyes roused heavily, her fatigue not opposing her thankfulness.

"You can . . . live life for all its fruitfulness, even when it will be . . ." A humid chain of emotions barreled, though he could thank god for her own good, she was too far into slumber to interoperate his last words coherently. "Without me"

A traveling folklorist, Seijiro Makabe. Or as we have be instructed to call him, Makabe-san. Father wishes us as his daughters to be only the utmost example of well behaved ladies. After all, we represent the head of 'All God's Village'. Besides that, I noticed my heart thumper as fever waves washed our cheeks -Yae and myself- and we were introduced to his apprentice, Ryozo -kun.

It has been a week, and I have become guilty. Makabe-san hasn't been seen for quite some time. And, Ryozo-kun has left, leaving his master here. However, with the conflicting occurrences here I suspect Makabe-san has been sealed in fate . . . used as a secondary resort incase of a failure of the crimson ritual. Its ruthless, the repentance. An alternative fix, which requires an outsider to the village, that it be sacrificed in name of peace with the indefinite abyss. The sacrificial being must endure the most premeditated torture until he or she reaches death's peak. The blood from the wounds are the talismans that feed the abyss's hunger. . . I am truly sorry that 'our' father is responsible for such traitorous acts against an innocent by standard.

Kudasai, Makabe-san . . .

Sae.

A/N: Tah-duh, not very citusy as I had intended but . . . I liked the outcome of this chapter, and hopefully you, the readers did as well. Therefore, next chapter Amber Rose Buds will be the final chapter of Don't Cry My Vampire will be added. So . . . so long and goodnight, so long and goodnight . . . why did this carry on this way? Tehe I am so silly:coughs nervously: Helena :coughs harder: lyrics :smiles: