Unlucky

By : Dancing Lights/Resurrect

I hope you all like this! For the longest time I had writers block, I didn't know what to write! o

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"We're done for now, Haru, we can take a break."

Haru set the last clean dish is the cupboard, and smiled at Rikka. The brown haired girl smiled back. "You've been dropping less dishes lately, you know."

Haru grinned. "That's good, right?" she said with a laugh. Rikka nodded. "You bet. Better for you, too, since the replacements came out of your salary," she said. Haru groaned. "Don't remind me."

It was only a few days ago that Dark and Daisuke had taken her home after the most strangest of events. It all seemed like a dream, but it was all too real. When she thought about it, though, Haru slightly regretted leaving the castle, she had a few questions for that stupid blonde. How dare he just kidnap her like that, without even asking her first? Well – she would have said no, if he had asked, of course.

"I'll be going up to my room, now," said Rikka, disturbing Haru's thoughts. "Just give me a holler if you need anything."

"O-Okay," said Haru as Rikka went up the stairs. She heard a door close, and she sighed. "Ugh... Now what?" she said. Whenever she finished with work, she had nothing to do, which left her feeling quite bored. She walked over to the window, peering outside. It was a cloudy day, the dark clouds threatened rain. Yet, people were still outside, bustling about and taking care of their daily duties. Haru rested her chin in her hand. "So boring," she muttered. She had already mopped the floor, cleaned dishes with Rikka, and helped Myou with cleaning tables.

The bell chimed a few times, signaling that someone was entering the inn. "Hellooo? Anyone here?" Haru groaned. Not Dark... that pervert was here, again! She walked out of the kitchen. Well, at least Daisuke was with him. It was really hard to believe that Daisuke was Dark's nephew.

'Wait... Dark can tell me a few things about vampires...' she thought. Dark knew almost everything about mythical creatures, he could sometimes go on for hours about it.

She walked up to the table Dark and Daisuke had chosen to sit down at, and smiled. "Why, hello, Daisuke," she said, ignoring Dark's protests of being forgotten about, "What can I get you two?"

Daisuke smiled sweetly, replying with, "Just some water, please."

"And I'll have some... ale, please," said Dark.

Haru nodded. After she had gotten their orders, she sat down next to Daisuke, taking a sip of her own tea. "So, Dark.." she started.

He scooted away a little. "Ok, what do you want?" he said.

She laughed. "Nothing. I was um... just wondering... about... uh... vampires," she explained. Dark grinned, happy that she was asking about one of his favorite subjects. "What about them?"

She didn't want to cause Dark to be suspicious, but she needed to know a few things. "What happens when, you... um.. become.. 'prey'?" she asked. Daisuke gave her a weird look, but she ignored it.

"Well," Dark began, "Once you've become a vampire's prey, it will never rest until it finds you. Running away is almost impossible, unless the vampire itself is eliminated," Dark explained. Haru nodded in understanding. "What happens if a vampire drinks your blood?" she asked.

It's not like... she fully believed in vampires. Part of her did, part of her didn't. But she really needed to know. The scabs on her neck were very suspicious, they had just appeared there one day, and she couldn't recall how she had gotten them.

Dark's voice became very serious. It surprised her slightly. "It takes three times for a human to be bitten to transform into a vampire. Once it happens, there is no way of going back."

'Three times...' She thought. Dark stood abruptly, looking down at Daisuke and saying, "C'mon, we have to leave now."

He looked over at Haru. "Sorry for leaving so suddenly, we have business today."

Haru nodded, watching the two as they left. Letting her mind wander, she looked out the window. There was a slight drizzle, but she knew that rain would be coming soon. Her boredom had not ceased, though. She loathed being bored, because when she was bored, or alone... her mind would wander the past, which she did not ever want to think about, or remember.

"Haru, you useless wench, go get medicine for our father, if you even care at all. He's feeling sick this morning," Tsuki said coldly, shoving her sister out the door, into the rain.

"Tsuki, don't be so..." Hana began. Tsuki snorted. "The least she could do is marry, so we have enough money to buy good medicine. But, no one would want to marry our dear, ugly sister."

Haru simply nodded, looking down at her muddy shoes. She looked up at Tsuki, who was scowling at her from the wooden porch. "Can I at least have an umbrella?" she asked.

Tsuki smirked, and Haru already knew what the answer was."Who would want to waste an umbrella on you? My and Hana's heads are the ones that should be protected from the rain," she said, taking a moment to stroke her own hair. "Oh."

Tsuki went on. "And, you're never doing any work around the house, like Hana and I, so it's only natural that you fetch medicine for our dear father," she said.

Haru nodded, and turned to walk away. Tsuki walked down from the porch and grabbed Haru's shoulder. "Who said you could leave yet!" she demanded.

Haru narrowed her eyes at Tsuki. "Who told me to get medicine for my father?" she said coldly. Tsuki's eyes widened in shock. The back of her hand met Haru's cheek in reply. "Don't you dare talk to me that way, you useless wench!"

Haru didn't even acknowledge that her sister had slapped her. She simply glared at Tsuki. "Until you start working your share and actually start caring about Hana and father and I, I'll talk to you anyway I want, dear sister," she said, saying 'dear sister' as if it were a cuss word.

With that, she turned around, walking away to get medicine for her father. The day she bowed down to her sister was the day she stopped being Haru. She walked along the damp streets, letting herself get soaked by the rain. It was actually soothing. She felt as if the rain was cleansing her of Tsuki.

The medicine woman's house wasn't very far, a few blocks, maybe. They couldn't afford to buy good medicine from the doctor, so they bought herbs there. One; because her father was too ill to work, and two; because Tsuki wouldn't get up off her lazy arse to find a job.

Something was placed over her head to stop the rain. She looked beside her. It shocked her, to see her sister Hana holding an umbrella over her head. Despite the fact that Hana was one year older than she, Hana was still a tad shorter than Haru.

Hana smiled, slightly. "I didn't think you would want to get wet, from the rain," she explained, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. Haru looked forward again, paying attention to the street before her. "Why did you come? Shouldn't you be with Tsuki?"

"Well, yes, but I decided not to stay with her."

"She'll be angry," Haru suggested, she didn't want an underling of her sister to be following her around. "I know, but I don't care," Hana said.

Haru stopped walking and looked down at her sister in shock. That was the last thing Haru expected her sister to say. Hana stopped walking as well. Hana shifted her weight from foot to foot, feeling slightly embarrassed as Haru stared. "I never really liked her for bullying you," she explained, "But I followed her anyway, because... she scared me, a little. I don't think it's fair of her to do that."

Haru smiled warmly. To think that Hana cared, and wasn't anything like Tsuki, made her happy. She nodded, and said, "Thank you, Hana."

Hana looked down at her feet. "It's nothing, really," she said, then looking back up at Haru and saying, "Let's hurry to the medicine woman, we need to get the herbs."

Haru remembered that she and Hana had walked to the medicine woman together, sharing the umbrella the whole time. She should have known her sister disagreed with Tsuki, because many times before Hana had intervened when Tsuki went too far. More memories continued to flood Haru's mind.

Haru and Hana were getting close to the house, a small bag full of medicine in Haru's hand. Tsuki stood on the front porch, hands on her hips. "What took you two so long!" she demanded, her high-pitched voice invading their ears, causing them to look up at her. "Tsuki, you must have forgotten that the medicine woman was five blocks away. Or, it might just be that you've never gone there yourself," Hana said, walking past Tsuki (whose jaw had dropped, let me tell you. What a delightful sight) into the house. Haru followed her, heading toward her father's room. The medicine woman instructed them to give the herbs to their father right away.

But when Hana opened the door... she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide. She was pointing to the room. "Hana? What's wro-"

She stopped, looking into the room, her eyes following the direction Hana was pointing. Her father was laying in bed, his eyes wide open. Not even blinking. Haru ran over to the side of the bed. "Father?" she asked. "Father, we've got the medicine."

He didn't move. "...Daddy?" she whispered. She could feel tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. She had known he was dying... she had known... then why was she crying? She closed his eyes. Eyes that would never open again.

Hana walked over, and put a hand on Haru's shoulder. "Haru... it's okay... he.." she was beginning to tear up as well. "He's with mother now..."

Haru let out a sob, salty tears falling onto the bed.

End of Flashback

Haru had never suspected he'd die so suddenly, though. At least she could have said goodbye. But as Hana said... he was with mother. He was happy and healthy now.

She sighed, wiping her eyes dry. "I just never suspected..." she murmured. She looked out the window once more, smiling as she saw the children play and laugh as they tossed around a rubber ball. How cheerful and happy they were, without a care in the world. Sometimes, she wished she could go back to being that way.

Pushing the dismal memories from her mind, she began to think about that stupid blonde again. That smirk... that stupid, mocking smirk. That stupid, stupid blonde! How he angered her! She just wanted to punch him!

She let out a sigh. Getting angry wouldn't make her feel better. At all. She stood from the chair, walking back upstairs. "I'm going to go find that stupid blonde... I have a few questions for that stupid, stupid blondie.." she mumbled.

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There is was! Chapter 6! Chapter 7 will be so much more interesting! And, I'll have you all know, that my writer's block has been cured! (For now.) Oh, and just to not confuse you, Rikka isn't Risa's grandmother, she's a character I made up. It's only by coincidence. Sorry if anyone got confused. ;o;

- Dancing Lights