I want to tell you now, I don't think she's in chibi mode in my fic.

Disclaimer: Don't own the Wallflower. That belongs to the marvelous and talented Tomoko Hayakawa, and KODANSHA. Imagine if I did, heh heh. But I do own Zavier. Smexy evil.

Title: Jealousy and Realization

Chapter: 4: Lucious

Key:Thoughts

Conscience/ Self Doubts

"Quoting"

Lyrics

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They stepped out of the limousine to stare up at a very dark, very tall, very cliché castle. It was dark and quite unwelcoming on the outside, with a long, pointed gate surrounding the outer limits.

As soon as Sunako's saw it, she squealed with glee, only being held back by the overwhelmingly large gate standing between the castle's entrance and herself. Zavier glided over to the gate, and scanned his hand onto a small screen he had unearthed on one of the nearby vines, having the gates screech open.

Kyohei got out of the car, followed by Takenaga, Ranmaru, Yuki, and Noi.

"Hey! Isn't this place supposed to be a little more… Accommodating?" Kyohei asked challengingly as he stepped next to Sunako, grabbing her arm. She was startled, looking up at him with a shocked expression, and he stared back only for a second, "Sorry," His eyes glassed over again, and he let go. Yet he did not move away, he couldn't stop from trying to keep her safe, but she couldn't know that.

Sunako's expression became melancholy as she inclined her head in his direction, "Kyo-"

"Let's get going, then" Zavier interrupted, "Drake will come back for your baggage later," He looped arms with Sunako, who was still looking at Kyohei, but followed him none the less.

"Come on, Kyohei," Takenaga said, pushing him in the back a little. But Kyohei was quiet still.

"I really hate that guy," Noi said defiantly, ignoring the looks from everyone else, "Kyohei… She's your girl. Go for her."

Takenaga's expression grew stern, and he pulled Noi away from Kyohei, "Don't do that, Noi."

"What?" Noi looked at Takenaga with concern as they followed behind Sunako and Zavier.

"Kyohei isn't as… Headstrong as you think," Takenaga finished.

o0Kyohei0o

Yeah, I was sitting in my room now. This place was so huge, and we all got separate rooms, mine being at the end of the hall, it was farthest from Sunako while he was closest to her. And I know he did that on purpose. I'd bet my hands on it.

So you're probably wondering why I'm acting funny. To be honest, I'm not really sure… All I know is it started when she took care of me, that time I was sick… It wasn't a big thing. Just that it was fun at first, just telling her what to do. But then when I was struggling with my pajamas, she did it for me. And she did it so serenely. And then every time there's a problem, the way I felt got stronger. Now I think I feel… I feel…

Well it really doesn't matter. I know Sunako Nakahara. She'd wig out and probably try to commit suicide or something. I don't want that. Anyway, I'm pretty good at hiding my feelings so it isn't an issue… It's not, not at all.

Whatever, I'm going for a walk… Maybe some investigating.

o0o

Sunako was moving around the castle with a dazed expression on her face. She was glad Zavier wasn't around, not that she didn't like him. It's just that he made her nervous, and even if he did entrance her with his gray stare, she still loved her alone time. She didn't think she'd ever get sick of it, the darkness always won out. But she did feel weird. Was this… Love? Why did it feel like she had no control over her actions anymore?

She turned a corner of the beautiful castle's hallway and, "Ah, Sunako," Kyohei took a quick step back to avoid from bumping into her.

Sunako stared for a second, then she spoke, "Kyohei…"

She wanted to say more, but she couldn't really. She wanted to tell him something, or ask why he was so upset. She didn't know why, but gradually she felt more curious about him. She wanted to ask, but she wouldn't. Aside from something telling her to steer clear, she knew she'd probably say the wrong thing, and he'd end up walking away with some smart comment and a bruise in his backside.

"Uh. I'm… Going," Kyohei points feebly in the other direction, turning around in choppy motions, he shoves his hands in his pants and walks away swiftly.

Sunako would follow, she would tell him to wait. She wanted to, but was restrained. It can't be helped. She turned and walked in the other direction, interlacing her fingers in a repeated tangled fashion.

o0Following Kyohei0o

You wish you could hurt the guy, kill him even, but it's not the right thing to do. He's a good guy, and he isn't like 'the boss' or anything, Sunako wasn't being forced onto him against her will. She was with him because she… She…

Kyohei swallowed hard, and let out a breath, heavy and moist and pained. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was fighting back tears. This was a new feeling for the gorgeous teen. He'd never loved before, and thus never felt a pain like this. A torture worse than death, and it stung at his heart as his lungs emptied and his chest chilled… Empty, forgotten, and rejected.

He walked absently into another deserted corridor, and then darkness as something seemed to drop from the ceiling above him.

o0Sunako0o

I start walking down toward what I think would be the dungeon, or what's better, the torture chambers.

I walked down the spiral stone steps, and I was wrong about both. Not even a single shackle was found. It looked like a lounge, or a spare bedroom even. It had a huge bed, covered in blood red lace, and a black cloth underneath, with golden torches on the sides of the bedpost… Not a single hint of anything scary. I walked further inside and found little sculptures of some sort of creatures. Possibly gargoyles of some sort. I flopped onto the bad in a disappointed manner, and my mind wanders to this strange position I find myself in. I'll be leaving in a few days, and Zavier will stay here. So does that mean I'll never see him again?

Just as my thoughts wander to him, I see a tall dark figure come forth from behind one of those transparent red curtains. It's magical the way he always seems to know where I am… I feel like he's in my head…

"Zavier? Is that you?" I get up, but this huge mattress seems to hold me to it, "Umph…"

I struggle, and the figure simply chuckles, "I am the man in which you speak of."

The man's voice is drawled and sultry. It's familiar, yet it isn't. It couldn't be who I think it could be… But it is.

"Nice to see you again, Sunako," It's that blonde guy from the party. The pervert. How did he get here? What's going on?

I try pushing myself up by the elbows, but it proves useless, "Damn this!" I yell as the guy starts walking toward me. Then he's crawling towards me on the bed, and he creeps on top of me. It's so weird, his eyes gleam strangely and then he lowers his head down to the side of my face, "Ahg," I start to shake my head violently from side to side, but he persists. He puts his nose against the nook of my shoulder and… Smells me, "What the hell are you doing?"

He chuckles and every hair on my body stands on end, his breath tickling my skin, "I knew you would smell good. Very rich, very healthy…"

I move my head awkwardly to look him in the eyes, "Wha-what are you doing?"

He only laughs again, "Just don't tell Zavier."

My eyes widen, and suddenly his head lurches back and fangs start to grow in place of his canines, "Aaaaaaaah!" I scream loudly, and try to bring my fist up to the side of his head, put some unknown force holds me back. His head starts to lower to the place on my neck he had sniffed just moments ago. The place that would soon have two holes in them, worse off if he decides to suck me dry.

"Lucious!" I heard Zavier call sternly from somewhere near the foot of the bed, "What did I tell you!"

Lucious seems to lower his head shamefully and withdraw. I let out a small sigh of relief, but then my fear is replaced with anger, "Zavier!" I scream his name angrily, "Where are my friends?"

I have a million questions, but when Kyohei flashed through my eyes, I found that one most important. He chuckles in a knowing way, "Sunako-san. They are safe… That is, for now."

I know they're vampires, and I mentally kick myself for not realizing earlier. I should be happy, I love the darkness, and anything involving it. But-

"I'm sorry, Sunako-san," That again, "Lucious," He said the name sharply and the perverted man whimpered slightly, "was given strict orders not to harm you."

I look away, hurt and confused. But then I look back at him with a new hatred kindled in my eyes, "You tricked me."

"No. I did nothing of the sort," He walked over to me, and lifted me strongly from the bed that I had been ensnared in. And again, I was lost in his eyes, "You are the chosen one, Suanko-san… And I love you."

o0Author's Note0o

Yeah, I know I didn't wait for others to review, but I'm home because I'm sick today, so I'm bored!

I like this one. Not as good as my second chapter, but this one was fun simply because I listened to I Caught Fire by The Used, over and over again. 'Tis a lovely combination, music and writing.

Appreciation:

Celestialwitch: Sorry the last one was short, this one too come to think of it. I blame head colds! But anyway, thanks for reviewing!

Azamiko: Heh. How did you know? Snicker Very smart. Let's see more of Sunako's reaction next chapter, eh?