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*Chapter 13*

"Thank you for spending your weekend with me", Yuka's mother smiled warmly towards the three standing in front of the car with their bags in hands.

"We'll definitely come back to visit you", Yuka said waving her hand.

"Thanks grandma!", shouted the younger brunette getting into the car.

"Thanks for having me", Natsume bowed slightly also getting into the car.

In a few minutes, the car was gone and Mikan's grandmother only kept looking at the empty lot. She sighed slightly, closing the door.

Now that they're gone, she can return that to it's place. She took from the drawer of the kitchen a small picture frame with an old picture inside.

The picture was a simple couple. She was a beautiful girl, standing next to a very handsome man. Both of them looked like if they were 20 years old and seemed very happy, holding each other's hands.

In the corner of the picture, a beautiful handwritten message was written.

'Natsume and Nozomi, April 1915'

She then whispered for herself, "Natsume Hyuuga…"

The road back home was totally different than the road to Yuka's mother's house. This time they had a fluent conversation. They were joking about things, talking about what they thought about the weekend, and Yuka even teased both of them for actually sleeping together. She also revealed it was a joke from the very beginning. Mikan couldn't believe it and threated to tell his father and Natsume only rolled his eyes. Yuka really gave him a lot of problems.

Once they arrived home, Yuka went shopping leaving both of them alone.

"I still don't understand why you had to bring me back", she complained. "I didn't even get to see Hotaru!"

Natsume rolled his eyes, trying his hardest not to erase her memory and make everything back to normal. However, Ruka wanted information and only this girl can give it to him.

"Mikan", he called out, startling her. They already called each other but their names but still felt a little bit strange for her. "Listen to me", he started, making her face him. "Hotaru is dead. We've been to her tombstone-"

"She's alive, I saw her!", she shouted.

Natsume glared at her, making her shut up. "As I was saying", he coughed. "The Hotaru you know is dead. The Hotaru you saw is someone just alike", he tried to explain without saying 'yeah she turned into a half vampire and I'm also a vampire'

He still has to keep his identity undercover since it was one of Ioran's rules for him to come to the human world in the first place.

Mikan nodded, understanding. After all, she knew what happened that night. She knew every detail; she was haunted by those memories. Still, he had faith. Stupid, stupid faith. Hotaru or not Hotaru, she wanted to see that person. She had a feeling, she had to do it.

"We're going tonight, right?", Mikan asked, not moving her hazel eyes from his crimson's ones.

He, on the other hand, moved his gaze quickly. "Only if you're willing to say everything", he set the condition.

"Of course", she answered coldly.

Natsume sighed. Again, she was that Mikan again. When it comes to her past, she always seems colder, distant, traumatized and really different than her normal personality.

He saw her going upstairs, quietly. He checked his clock, a few hours until everything will be revealed, exposed, and everything will have sense.

Before he could also go upstairs to leave his bag, there was a knock on the door. He was surprised, why knocking when there's the doorbell?

Hesitating, he opened the door.

"Hey there!", a familiar voice greeted. "Missed me?"

Before Natsume could say or do anything, the sudden visitor snapped his fingers. The vampire fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Poor Natsume", he pouted. "I bet you don't even imagine how powerful soul collectors are"

Youichi Hijiri smirked, carrying his body out of the house.

Things can't ever go well…right?

"This is weird", Ruka commented to himself. "Natsume said he was going to be here early"

"Who's going to be early?", asked Hotaru, closing her 'Fooling idiots part 2' book.

"Natsume", he said battling with himself, should he tell her? He shook his head, not sure.

Ruka's behavior didn't go unnoticed by Hotaru, who stood from the bed and kneeled next to where he was sitting so they had the same height.

"Are you hiding something from me?", she asked, serious.

Ruka's eyes widened, unable to act cool. She knew him very well, since she didn't even know herself she spend her days trying to comprehend him. Even though he was carrying and treat her kindly, he had an overprotective creepy side as well. Every face of him, every sigh, even the way he looks at the things, she could tell what he was thinking.

The blond one sighed in defeat. "Hotaru, today you'll see the girl from your dreams"

Hotaru gasped silently. For his surprise, she started shaking his head. "No, I don't want to see her!", she shouted losing her composure.

He tried to calm her down; this wasn't the emotionless girl he knows. Hotaru knew Ruka very well but it wasn't the same way around. "Hotaru, what's wrong?", he asked trying to hug her but she stopped him.

"I won't see her", she shook her head once more.

"Hotaru", he called out. "Why?"

Hotaru's bangs were covering her beautiful face, she stood quiet for a second until she finally spoke, as soft as a whisper, she said a few words that kept bugging Ruka all day.

"I hate her"

The annoying sound of the alarm woke Mikan up. She had decided to sleep as much as she could to have enough energy. She wasn't stupid; she knew there was something about that place. Of course, she knew Natsume wasn't a magician. She also knew she couldn't really trust Natsume and Ruka but she didn't care. She wanted to see for herself if she was the Hotaru she knows or just 'someone who looks alike", like he said.

She sighed, knowing she had to act like a fool to get the information she needed. She also knew she had to be very careful around Natsume. A part of her ached thinking about that, even if she denied it, she knew he was special to him. She had decided to leave those thoughts aside though, it wasn't time for thinking about love.

She stood from the bed and walked to Natsume's room. She knocked but didn't receive any answer. She opened the door quietly, thinking he might be sleeping but the room was empty.

Thinking he was downstairs she went to check, still no trace of him.

"Why the hell I trusted him even though I knew I shouldn't!", she complained with herself. She was furious, thinking she had been fooled.

She turned to see the door, where a bag stood. "This is Natsume's", she said when she approached to it. Suddenly, an idea popped in her head. Hiding his clothes would be the perfect revenge.

She opened the bag pack with that plan but suddenly found something else. She could read the cover of the said object, thanks to that she knew what it was. Someone's diary, someone called Nozomi.

Her head was filled with statements and questions. Natsume doesn't look like someone who would keep a diary, Natsume's name is not Nozomi, Nozomi is a girl's name…therefore, why does Natsume has this diary? Who's Nozomi?

She opened the diary, knowing she would get the answers she was curious about. A part of her felt guilty about reading somebody else's private life but her curiosity was as strong.

She began reading;

January 8, 1914

Dear Diary,

Today I thought I was going to die. I was going to my cousin's house to pay a visit when I realized I was being followed by a group of men. Every time I sped up my pace, they would do the same. I kept walking until I found myself in a dead end. They said they were going to sell me as somebody's wife. Of course, they knew about me. They knew I'm the only 20 year old woman in this town who's not married yet. They took my hand so tight I thought I was going to bleed and in a blink of an all the three men were on the floor, moaning in pain.

I was shaking, I was scared to see the man standing in front of me; but I needed to say thanks. I raised my eyes meeting the most exotic pair of eyes I've ever seen. His eyes were as red as the dress I was wearing. Before I could thank him, he left.

I wish I can see him again.

"Red eyes?", Mikan asked herself.

She turned to the next page,

January 9, 1914

Dear diary,

I came back to the place I met him. It took a few hours but he came out a big building. My mother once told me there was where really rich people worked. I wasn't discouraged, I wanted to thank him. So I called out for him but he kept ignoring me until I took his arm, hoping he would notice me; and so he did, but he didn't seem happy. He took my hand away with a frown on his face.

I still wasn't going to give up. "Thanks for yesterday!", I shouted loud enough for him to hear me. People around me started in awe, I covered my mouth, girls don't raise their voices, in this society ruled by man.

He only kept walking, even though I'm sure he heard me.

"I also know somebody like that", Mikan whispered, turning the next page.

January 10, 1914

I went to see him again. I know I shouldn't have but I can't get him out of my head. This time I decided to follow him. He stopped talking halfway. "Why are you following me?", he asked me. His voice was husky and really masculine. It's not like I wasn't expecting it but it was a beautiful sound for my ears. I simply told him I liked him. If my mother would have known she would have died of embarrassment. Boys approach girls. Girls never approach boys. People will think wrong about this behavior, but again, I hate these stereotypes.

I told him my name with a smile; he simply turned around and told me his name.

Natsume Hyuuga.

Mikan almost threw the book, "N-Natsume Hyuuga?" , she asked in disbelief but then shook his head.

The diary was written in 1915, of course, this is not the same Natsume.

January 11, 1915

He came to see me! Natsume came! I still can't believe it. He said I should be careful and not ever go near to where he works. He's worried about me, even though when I told him that he totally denied it. He seems heartless but I know there's some warm inside those fiery eyes.

Today I met his best friend as well who came from a very far place, that's what he said. He's so nice and we got along very well. He told me he'll help me to get Natsume's heart!

His name is Ruka Nogi.

Mikan threw the diary. Wasn't this too much of a coincidence?

He took the diary and kept reading, her hands shaking.

January 15, 1915

Dear Diary,

I wasn't able to write en 4 days since I witnessed something that changed my life forever. I was going to surprise Natsume in his job when I got attacked by a man. He wasn't a normal one, his eyes were completely red, not like Natsume's crimson orbs, this man had the whole eye red and he was bleeding from everywhere.

He tried to bite me…yes, I said it right. He wanted to bite me. He showed me his fangs and declare he was a vampire. I couldn't even move, I forgot how to breath, my legs were about to give in. He stabbed my neck, making me dizzy and nauseous. The pain was agonizating since he was biting me with so much strength.

I kept crying begging him to stop, I closed my eyes and when I opened them again the same man was on the floor, shaddered in pieces. I was about to fall as well when he caught me. It was Natsume who looked at me with warm eyes, for the first time.

I lost my consciousness and when I woke up I was in a very dark mansion with a big red full moon shinning slightly. Ruka was by my side, he had treated my wounds. Natsume took my hand and apologized.

He explained vampires do exist and that they live many centuries. He also explained not all vampires are as mean as that one. He promised I'll be safe since he's going to protect me, since he's a vampire as well.

Mikan closed the diary, unable to keep reading. Her heart was beating as if it was going to burst out. He started to inhale and exhale as she processed what she had just read.

She remembered when Natsume's called her name in his sleep; it has to be this same girl. If it's the same girl, then Natsume is more than 100 years old and he's not such a thing as a magician but a vampire. A fictional character she thought only was real on movies. She also knew he didn't have that book before since he made her do his backpack as a punishment of losing in the test competition.

There's only one explanation, he got that notebook at her grandmother's house and her great grandmother's name was Nozomi.

Natsume is really a vampire!

(Author's Note)

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Please leave me your comments!

I want to also apologize since I won't be able to update this oncoming Monday, I'll be traveling with my family, yei! So, I'll update when I come back!

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