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The drawing room of Kuran Manor was large and airy, the polar opposite of the study which served as Lord Kuran's sanctuary. Five great bay windows lined one wall, each with its own plush cushioned bench seat. The opposite wall was lined with pictures - family portraits mostly - the main focal point of the room, however, was the vast fire place that took up almost all of the central wall. It was truly a grand hearth; intricately carved from black marble with Kuran roses at each corner. The large fire within burned strong and bright, the golden flames licked at the logs that served as its fuel staining them black with flickering, eager tongues.

Juri Kuran loved this room, she loved the warmth, the comfort, the familiarity. The drawing room had been strictly off limits to her and her siblings during their childhood; used only for special occasions by her parents. Juri thought it a shame, if truth be told, the place had such a restful aura that it seemed only logical that it should serve its true purpose as a gathering spot for the family of the Manor. So under Juri's ladyship that is what it did. Becoming the central hub of the grand old building.

The inhabitants of the Manor often gathered there, the dysfunctional but affectionate family spending many a happy hour ensconced in the myriad armchairs and loveseats spread in a half moon around the fire. This is where they sat after dinner the evening that Takeshi had returned from his latest trip with the Hunter Association. Dinner had been quite an affair, the many tales of the hunters' antics had lead to raucous laughter and left a smile on every face, even as they retired to the tranquillity of the drawing room.

Her dear Haruka, once her brother but now her husband and father to their children occupied the dark brown, leather wing back chair in the centre of the group. On his right, there was a large wine red armchair upholstered in a coarse material that was frequented by Takeshi Kiryuu, her husband's best friend and president of the hunter association. Time and again, the men sat up in those very seats late in to the night debating some strategy or another that Juri knew they would never agree on and she could never hope to truly understand.

In fact no other member of the family could, except her darling Kaname. The Kuran heir was wise beyond his limited years, his choice of seat reflecting his personality exactly. He sat near to the fire simply because of practicality; the fire offered both warmth and light ensuring his comfort. The floral patterned loveseat he rested on was generously padded, large and cosy enough for his near constant companion, little Zero, who was as usual found curled into Kaname's side while the brunette read to him from some novel or another. Zero was a sweet boy, the complete antithesis of his father who had a somewhat harsh nature, he appeared to have inherited much of his personality from his mother.

Aya Kiryuu was a enigma, quiet and gentle yet fierce in her own way. Well she had to be, Juri supposed, to be married to Takeshi. Mrs. Kiryuu sat between the men and their children, chiding them softly each time their discussion became too explicit for innocent ears. The youngest Kiryuu, Ichiru, sat away from the other children of the household, asserting his thoroughly independent nature. Unlike his youthful counter parts, Ichiru chose to sit with the men of the house, listening intently to the hunter jargon and council policy spewing seemingly endlessly from the older vampires' mouths. Juri smiled fondly at the boy, Ichiru would make a fine hunter one day or maybe even a council member, his attentive nature would serve him well in either post she noted.

The newest addition to the family, baby Yuuki, gurgled softly from her position in Juri's arms. Pale lids slipping closed over russet doe-like eyes. Juri smiled softly once again, her daughter was no longer the ray of hope that men in the room wished for, and if she was honest Juri would have to say she was thankful for it. She didn't think she could bear to see her precious child forced into a relationship because it had been foretold by "a great prophecy". She wanted Yuuki to be treasured for who she was not because of her part in some grand plan.

Sighing gently, Juri stood and carried the baby to the cot she had placed in the corner of the room after Haruka and Takeshi had insisted that Yuuki be near the twins as much as possible. A difficult feat considering the difference in ages. The boys were at an age where a baby could only hold their interest for so long, even with their superior intelligence, the appeal of toys and games far outweighed that of a infant that spent the majority of the time screaming or sleeping.

After tucking Yuuki in tenderly, Juri surveyed the scene before her. Ichiru had abandoned his position beside her husband in favour of his mother's lap, snuggling into her neck with softly closing eyes as she hummed a lullaby softly into his hair. Kaname had finished his book and was now murmuring to Zero in hushed tones, the silverette nodding intently at regular intervals. Juri's elegant forehead crinkled into a frown, that was none too uncommon these days, as she noticed her dear Haruka and the hunter embroiled in yet another of their fervent discussions, she daren't think what they could be plotting this time.