A/N: Im back...

Ohmygodpleasedontslaughterme

Let's begin shall we?

Disclaimer! I do not own Barajouno Kiss.

xXx

Present day

Anise looked at the building before her, an expression of shock and horror mingling on her face. "We're going to be living in that?" She asked, pointing to the monument in front of her. It was an old church, with broken windows and an ominous air around it.

Schwartz, her adopted father, said calmly, "For a while my dear. The locals here are prone to stealing things, and my team has told me there are tunnels underneath which may contain things of value." He paused and continued, "However, if this building were to be inhabited, then the chance of theft would decrease." Anise sighed, as much as she loved what her father did for a living, she hated that he always had to cart her off with him. Schwartz Yamamoto was an archaeologist who was well known in his field, and consequently had made many an enemy. He was paranoid too, not trusting to leave his adopted daughter by herself, lest she be "kidnapped." As far as Anise was concerned, his fears were ridiculous. But as he was her father, Anise had to abide by his wishes. "Chin up Anise," Schwartz said, seeing her dispirited face, "It's only until the rest of my team arrives. After that, we can safely move the artifacts. Now go along, I'll let you choose your room." Anise rolled her eyes, but nonetheless headed off into the church.

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The first thing she noticed about the door was the fact that it was almost impossible to see. The fading mosaic continued seamlessly over it as if it wasn't there, the slight ridges the only indication that there was something behind it. Anise was sure that if the mouse hadn't appeared and scared her, she would have overlooked it entirely.

"Papa," She called, looking over her shoulder to where her father was. "Come look, I've found a door."

"Now Anise, I've assured you that I have inspected this place a hundred times, and not once have I found a 'door' in that area." Her father called back to her, setting down the boxes.

"Papa, just come over here! Please?" She asked, giving him the look she knew he couldn't resist. Schwartz sighed and came over to where she was.

"I still don't see any door-Oh. Oh my, you were right." He said, looking disbelievingly at the wall. Wasting no time, he reached into his satchel and took his tools. In mere minutes, the entire area was dusted off, and Anise could clearly see the outline of the door.

"But where is the handle?" Her father said to himself , running a hand through his silver-blond hair. Seeing a mosaic tile out of place, Anise pushed it back in; it was one of her pet peeves when something wasn't in the correct place. There was a faint whirring, and then the sound of something being unlocked. "Anise," Her father said sharply, "what did you do?"

"I did nothing Papa!" She protested ," I just put a tile back into place, that's all."

"Which tile? Show me." Anise pointed to the loose piece. Giving an experimental tug, Schwartz found that only the corner was attached to the rest of it. Again, a click could be heard, except it sounded as if a door was being locked. Making a quick decision, he put the tile back, and gave an experimental push on the door. As smoothly as if it had just been oiled, it glid open, revealing a dark chamber ahead.

"I believe since you found it, you should have the honour and see what's inside." Her father told her, passing her a flashlight. Anise gulped, she had always had the smallest fear of the dark, but why she could not say. Not wanting to seem like a baby, she squared her shoulders,turned the light on and entered.

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The most notable thing about the room was the size. It was a small room, barely the size of her bathroom in her own house. It was, however, furnished beautifully. An elegant, but small, four poster bed was tucked away into the corner, crammed beside it a small carved wooden desk. At the other end was a wardrobe that was built into the wall, next to it an ivory dresser with a dusty mirror. The room was small, but there was an elegant charm that Anise couldn't help but love.

"What a find this is!" Her father said excitedly, walking to where the bed was. "It appears that this is a secret room, perhaps even a place where trysts may have been held. When the workers get here I can't wait to show them!"

"Papa." Anise spoke up, looking at him carefully. "Remember how you said I could have any room I wanted?"

"Yes..." Her father said warily, having a feeling where this discussion was heading.

"Well, may I please have this one?" She asked him carefully, watching his reaction.

Her father furrowed his brows and said to her, "You know that there are better sections of the church you can stay in. This area, since it's never been found, it has nothing. No lighting, no water, no anything. Why do you want to stay here?" Unlike most adults, Schwartz meant that question. Anise thought for a moment; there was no reason at all that she should want to stay here. It was cold, in the dark and was far away from where her father would sleep. Yet she wanted too, there was something about the room that made her blood stir, silly as that phrase was. Knowing that that reason wasn't good enough for her father, she kept her mouth shut and gave him a pleading look.

"I'm sorry Anise, but I have to say no." Schwartz sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder. "In this case, the cons outweigh the pros. If you slept here, then there is the chance that you could damage the furniture, or disrupt the area. More so, this building is old and requires supports to make sure that there aren't any cave-ins. Like I said before, since this area hasn't been discovered to our knowledge it has no such supports and could come crashing down any second." Anise swallowed her disappointment and nodded, there was no arguing with those points.

Seeing her disappointment, her father patted her on the back and said, "Don't fret Anise, you can be with us while we go more in depth here. Now, do you want to go with me to the town and buy some food?"

Anise brightened visibly at the thought of food and said happily, "Sure!"

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She was in a bedroom, only it wasn't hers. Looking around, she saw it was a large room, with extravagant furnishings. Almost by instinct, her feet lead her towards the bed where two people were getting dressed.

The woman was pale and voluptuous, with a full bust and long, curling blond hair. The man she couldn't see much of, save for his slender build and raven black hair.

"You know,Quess, it wouldn't kill you to miss a day of work." The woman said huskily, raising her eyes up. They were a brilliant green, far too rich and bright for a human.

"Medea, I have work to do. The Spanish Inquisition is practically beating at our doors and me taking a break isn't going to help." The man names Quess turned around and Anise took a sharp breath in; he was inhumanly beautiful. Long, dark eyelashes, a fine straight nose, full lips and high cheekbones. What was the most stunning were his eyes, a deep, rich blood red. Anise herself had red eyes, but they were more of a ruby colour; Quess's eyes were a true red, through and through.

"Oh, of course, how could I forget?" Medea rolled her eyes, "'Don't call me Quess Medea,'" She said, imitating him, "' I'mMutsuki in public, and don't you forget it." Medea laughed, but to Anise there was something off about it. Quess, it seemed, could sense it too.

"Medea, what's wrong?" He asked her, his voice becoming sharp. Medea said nothing, shifting backwards so that her back faced the wall. Moving forward, Quess grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye.

What transpired there, Anise couldn't tell, but she knew what ever happened it caused Quess to recoil, and hiss at the woman.

"How could you!" He growled, looking betrayed.

"Quess, I can explain!" Medea looked frantic, her eyes brimming with tears that even Anise could tell were fake.

"Keep your crocodile tears to yourself." He said to her, giving her a look of pure hatred. "I saw what happened. And like you said before, my lady, my name is Mutsuki."

xXx

Anise woke up with a jolt to find herself standing upright, surrounded by pure darkness. Panic rose up in her throat; this was wrong, it was too dark, why wasn't she in her own bed?

Suddenly her father's words echoed in her mind. 'Do you know what emotion is the most dangerous to us, Anise? Many may say it's fear, others anger. But they are all wrong; it is panic that is our worst enemy. Panic breeds fear, which creates prejudice that feeds anger. Those who panic are lost, dear daughter.' Anise took a deep breath, and counted to ten. Slowly her racing heart calmed itself and her breathing returned to normal. With calm came clarity; the pinkette remembered that she always slept with her phone in her pocket. Taking it out, she almost wept at the light that came from the screen. With shaking fingers she typed in her password and opened the flashlight app. Blinking to adjust her eyes to the sudden brightness, Anise stifled a gasp; she was in the room she and her papa had discovered. Anise knew that she should leave, but her feet carried her to the wardrobe, where a small ornate golden rose was carved onto the wood. A feeling of overwhelming curiosity filled Anise as she looked at the exquisite carving. Gently she ran her fingers over the gold-coloured wood, feeling the grooves and scratches. Anise yelped as a spark came from the rose and fumbled with it as it fell from the wood. It wasn't a carving like she originally thought; instead it was a golden rose on a dark purple choker.

"Aw shit, papa's going to kill me." Anise whimpered. Stashing the necklace back into her pocket, she turned around to leave, thinking of an explanation to tell her papa. As fate would have it, she would never get that far. The floor beneath her disappeared, and before she could comprehend what was happening she was falling down into a black abyss.

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Anise groaned as she came to, her arm hurting fiercely. Looking down, she noticed with relief that her phone wasn't broken. Once more she turned it on and shone the light down on her arm. She stifled a gasp as she saw a long, thin laceration that started from her wrist and went down to her elbow. Biting her lip, the pinkette ripped the edge material from her nightdress and wound it around the cut, hissing as the cloth made contact with the wound. After she finished administering first aid on herself, Anise turned her attention to what she landed on. Not bothering to keep it in anymore the pinkette let out a shriek as she saw the corpse underneath her. Its skin was like leather, tough and wrinkled. The fingernails were like claws, and the part that terrified her the most was the face. Her arm injured arm must have rested on it while she was knocked out, because the mouth was covered with blood. Screaming, Anise scrambled out of the coffin, her ripped nightwear catching on a stake. Not bothering to think of the consequences, she ripped out the the piece of wood and backpedaled into a corner. Had she bothered to look, the pinkette would have noticed a small scrap of parchment flutter to the floor. But, as she was scared, tired and dizzy headed she noticed nothing but the stone wall at her back and the oppressing darkness that was around her. Drawing her knees to her chest Anise closed her eyes and tried to relax.

xXx

A memory came to her once more, though this time it was of a young woman. The lighting was dark, but Anise could clearly make out the lush pink hair that looked exactly like hers. The woman was crying, she noticed, but despite this Anise could clearly make out what she was saying.

"One day I'll be back, I promise you my sweet child. Until then, be strong, be brave and most importantly, be kind."

xXx

Anise woke up with a jolt, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Shaking her head the pinkette yawned; she hadn't expected that she would fall asleep. A throbbing pain in her arm brought her back to reality; she was trapped in an underground chamber, bleeding with a corpse less than five feet away from her. Anise purposefully looked away from the coffin and turned on her phone once more to look at her cut.

The makeshift bandage was thoroughly soaked through leaving Anise no doubt that it was much more serious than she had originally thought. Gingerly, she ripped another piece of cloth off and wrapped it around the old one, praying that it would stop bleeding. A quiet beep from her phone alerted her that she had no idea what time it was.

It was three in the morning. Anise shivered, someone had once told her that three o'clock was known as the witching hour; when all the evil things of the world come out and do their misdeeds.

Because Anise refused to look at the coffin, she didn't notice a figure rising out of it. Nor did she notice it's shuffling towards her, following the tell-tale blood splatters. Indeed, it was only when a hand grabbed her wrist did Anise look up.

The corpse look different somehow, more human in a way. Its skin wasn't as wrinkled as before, nor stretched as tightly, but it was still a terrifying thing to see. Anise tried to move, to run, to scream, to do anything.

But she couldn't. The pinkette was frozen in place against her own will, forced to watch the being unwrap the bandage from her arm. A cold, wet feeling came from her elbow and with a dizzying sense of clarity Anise understood what it was doing.

'It's drinking my blood.' The night's events too much for her, the pinkette closed her eyes and fainted.

A/N: Alright, I think I have my fanfiction planned out!

What probably is going to happen is that I'm going to lose motivation