They reached a Glass Palace, the headquarters or rather, the government of this whole city. As the name suggests, the whole building was indeed made of just stained glass, a truly intriguing masterpiece.
The Catcher let her down and she fell with a thud onto the ground. After hours of not walking, it felt weird to be standing once again.
"Go straight." The one who carried her ordered. She kept mum and did what she was told. Passing by rows and rows of brightly coloured crystal flowers, she finally came to what they called a "Judgment Room". She got onto her knees facing the master of the high court and tried her best not to make any eye contact with the overpowering character sitting right in front of her.
"So, what have we got here?" The Master got off his seat and made his way down to inspect the brunette. He sniffed at her ear, causing her to shudder a little.
"Brown eyes, brown hair, Blood Type Night B... rare blood type indeed." The Master adjusted his spectacles before returning to his seat.
Night B? Her eyes widened. Her mother was a Sun A. How was it possible to have inherited Night B. Mikan kneeled in silence, wrists hurting from the ropes tied around them. She wondered how Hotaru managed to keep calm in such stressful circumstances. But she never knew her father's blood type, so she assumed it wouldn't matter.
"Mikan Sakura." He cleared his throat and called her name like she was an object.
She lifted her head slightly and forced herself to look into his eyes.
"I'm sure my nephew would be pretty interested in a Night B, after all, it is a RARE blood type." He emphasized on the word "rare". But Mikan did not care whether her predator was his nephew or not, she only wanted to get out of this creepy place, away from the supervision of the Catchers and the Master, get her blood sucked and get her ass back home.
"Ishikawa, Takizawa, bring her there." He passed a scroll to the taller one which she guessed would be passed on to her predator.
"Get up." The short one kicked her butt. She glared in return and stood up reluctant, without forgetting to bow before leaving. Once again, they made their way pass the rows of crystal flowers once again before entering an elevator that she has never seen before in her whole life.
"Where are you bringing me to?"
Silence.
"Oi! I may be of a lower class but at least I have a right to ask? I'm the one having my blood taken away." The brunette flared up instantly. The elevator bell rang and they stepped out, arriving at a bungalow with a perfectly arranged garden. Awaiting their arrival was an old man, decked in a suit and stood with a good posture.
"Leave her there." He instructed the Catchers with due respect before sending them off.
She stared at the old man in shock. This was… her predator?
Seeing her astounded look upon her face, the old man chuckled. She raised an eyebrow wondering what was so funny.
"C'mon, let me bring you to my master, which would soon… be yours."
For some reason, she heaved a sigh of relief. Better not keep her hopes high, just in case the person waiting inside was yet another old geezer. The house was big, too big in fact for one lone person to be living in, excluding the master of this household.
"He's waiting inside the grand hall, would you please." He held his hand out, pointing towards the grand hall.
First impression she had of the grand hall? Golden. Everything looked like they were plated with 24K gold. Even the curtains were so silky, they looked gold. The only thing not golden was the man in black standing by the window.
Mikan blushed immediately upon setting sights on her 'predator'. Well-built body, raven black hair. Anticipation rose in her. When would he turn to face her? However her naïve thoughts were shaken off immediately.
"He's going to feast on you. What are you thinking?" She thought.
"Ano…" A whimper came out of her mouth. Stay calm. She told herself. Breathing in deep, she closed her eyes. And when her finally mustered enough courage to open them, she saw a pair of crimson red eyes staring back at her. A blush crept onto her face in a split second. Taking a step backwards to greet her master properly, she almost tripped on herself, causing the gorgeous person in front of her to smirk.
Rays of the setting sun seeped through the silk like curtains into the grand hall, making it look as if Apollo had set foot on Gaia. She blinked hard, hoping that this was not a dream. This young man was going to be her master? It might be a blessing in disguise.
"Name?" He shot abruptly.
"Mikan…Sakura." She stuttered terribly, reprimanding herself inside for being such a coward and lustful being.
"Age?" His questions came in one-words. Cool, but annoying.
"16."
"Well, that means we're of the same age." He glanced at the petite figure in front of him.
"Blood Type…" He took a step closer towards her, closed in on her neck and sniffed. She froze, rooted to the ground.
"Night B huh?" He smirked yet again before seating down on his armchair.
Mikan stood there in awkward silence. What was going to happen after this?
"Take a bath and meet me here again. We've got important things to do." He picked up a book from the table and cast a side glance at the brunette.
She merely nodded. What was going to happen?