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One roof then two. Soon, he'd lept across the entire sleeping town of England, and had found himself at the edge of the wood.

"Well, I'm home...A pitty I couldn't stay longer. If I had, maybe she and I could watch the sunrise together...No worries though, because soon the grand ball will be at hand and I, the prince, will wisk away my princess!" chuckling to himself as he stepped carefully forewards, he felt the pulse of the magical barrier allowing his entrance.

"Kish, where have you been?! The last thing Pai said he'd sensed was you in danger. Then, he said something stronger blocked out your signal. By the time we got to the place where he'd last sensed you, you were not there, and two lower class vampires had been injured badly." Taruto, his younger sibling, met him outside the large wooden doors of the victorian castle, who's outer apperance was one of vines of red roses.

"I'm fine, Taruto...I was saved...by a human." with this, he haulted and waited for his brother's reaction.

"...PAI!" watching as the boy dashed off in search of his elder brother, Kish simply kept to his walking.

Entering the grand foyer of shmmering white marble, smooth and elegant. The carbet beneath him, a shade of red that rivaled blood. Before him were a set of curved staircases, leading to the second of the large floors of the monsterous castle.

The stairs, also white marble with red velvet carpet, curved on either side of large set of doors on the first floor. The rare wood, dawning carefully pollished nobs, was extremely old.

It was through these very doors that he and his 'Special person' would dance among others like himself.

To the right of the foyer was another door, though not as intricuit or elegant. It was this door that led to the infamous rose maze. Though, to the left of the foyer, was another door, a tad fancier than the one to the right. It was this door that held the dinning hall.

The second floor, much like the first, was extremely elegant and grand. It was here that the rooms were kept.

Soon, and much to the prince's growing anxiety, Taruto emerged with Pai in tow.

"Kisshu, what is the meaning of this?! They are food! You fool, we trusted you to be the heir to the family throne. But instead, you go and disgrace us all by allowing a human to aid you!" Pai, who's shorter dark violet locks and piercing blue eyes seemed to stand out from his paper pale face, was enflamed in his furious ranting and raving as Kish took a seat on an elegant velvet seat by the wall.

"Yes, I know it's low, but she saved me from those thugs and was the one who saved my life. If she hadn't, I'd be dead by now. It took all I had not to drink her blood!" slouching over in the seat, he snapped his fingers and instantly had a glass of rich blood in a wine glass brought before him.

"Please, don't be too mad with him! He probably would've died!" Taruto may have been tiny and annoying, but he cared for his elder brother to no end. He didn't want to see him punished too severely.

"Fine. You're just lucky it's your birthday soon, or else I would exempt you from participating in this ball." groaning in frustration, Pai spun on his heal and stalked off to instruct the servants on the preparations.

"Thank you, Taruto." sipping wearily from the glass before him, he sighed and stood to his full height to leave. "Now that I've had blood, I can safely go about my day again." instantly cheering up, he began to acend the curved stairway to his room.

He had nearly reached the top when it accured to him. He had been wearing the coat and shirt he intended to wear to his birthday. He had gotten it torn and dirty. If that wasn't bad enough though, he didn't remember leaving Ichigo's house with it.

"Damn...I better sneak in and get it back." sighing in false weariness, he trudged back down the stairs and towards the door.

"Kish, where do you think you're going?!" Taruto, who'd been walking out of the kitchen with a child sized glass of blood, had come out in time to watch his brother leave.

"Oh, I just remembered that I'd forgotten my coat and jacket at the home of the human girl." faking irritation, he knew he couldn't let either of his brothers figure out how happy he was to go back.

"Fine, but just remember...dinner's at six." the pause in the middle of his sentence told Kish what he really felt.

In all actuality, Tart had meant 'just remember, I can't save you like that next time.'

"My, it really is quite still today...This is her home. I wonder how she's doing." grinning playfully, he landed softly on the balcony of her room and descretly picked the lock. "And I'm in. Now, I just have to grab my coat and get outa here. I can't stay too long, or else I might crave her blood again."

Meanwhile, downstairs, all was silent. It was Sunday, so the shop wasn't open. That still didn't tell Kish why Ichigo wasn't upstairs though. So, walking through her room, he had intended to simply pass through. Instead, however, he'd stopped in the middle of the room, a manican in his way.

On the body of this lifeless figure was white cloth that barely graced the wooden floor as the breeze passed it by on its way through the open window. The dress was simple, yet elegant, being of silk, with long sleeves. The bottom fluffed out ever so slightly, with a layer of lace over it. The upper part of the sleeves were poofed as well, and had a dove patern.

"Sure, it's cute, but it's no where near a wedding dress..." grinning, he pictured Ichigo in that very dress. Thus, his lip twitched some. That was just too bright for his taste, though she looked ravishing.

Soon after, the dress in his mind turned shady and finally fully black. The sleeves were no more and the dress didn't poof. Instead, it flowed gracefully behind her as she walked towards him.

"Yeah, that's the dress she needs." grinning to himself, he walked out of the room and into the kitchenette area of the loft above the building. "Not here either. Then, could she be downstairs? I wonder why there's a wedding dress in her room..."

Fear filled his heart when a thought struck him. 'Could she-could she be engaged?! No, she's my princess! I'm the one she was destined to wed!' he had finally reasured himself of this when he heard something from downstairs.

"So, she is down there!" in a bolt of speed and stealth, he was at her side as she slept in a straight backed chair, a sewing needle and thread box on her lap.

"Ngh...Gotta finish...costumer's wedding dress...by Monday." as she muttered this, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat and sighed. "Kish's jacket...Gotta return it...when I see him...again."

"Oh, my sweet princess...You're quite a cutie. Here, you must be quite uncomfortable in this chair...I'll move you to your bed. I saw the groceries had been put away. I hope you liked them." leaning over and lightly pecking the top of her head, he reached down and began to put back her sewing items.

"Oh my...you fixed it quite nicely...I wonder, did you stay up all night to fix it though? It looks brand new." running a hand along his coat and shirt, laying on the arm of the chair, he growled. "Come. You must rest for now." leaving his coat and shirt where they were, he leaned down and scooped her into his arms and bolted back upstairs in less than a second.

"Here we are, my precious...Sleep soundly, OK?" smiling softly, he set her softly atop her bed and pulled down the covers. "There, so that you don't freeze to death." leaning over, he gently brushed the tips of his strong, stealthy fingers over her bare face, causing her to stir slightly, but not to wake.

"Kish..." she whimpered, bringing her hand up and placing over his own. "So warm..."

"Sleep soundly now, my darling...I'm here." taking her hand in his, he slowly brought it back to her side on the small bed and began to brush back her fiery red locks from her face.

Pulling his hand away, he smirked and walked over to the manican. "Allow me to aid you, my princess." holding up his hand to the doll, his eyes began to glow and suddenly, it was like invisable hands were at work, finishing the dress.

"Finished..." moving the doll to the side of the tiny room, he walked over and stepped out onto the balcony.

The scent of the air was crisp and fresh, and the sky was a mesmerizing blue. Not a cloud dotted the endless wonder. In the center of it all was a golden globe, who's warmth he relished like water to a man in a dessert.

"Oh, how I long to walk with you in the daylight. Unfortunatly, I cannot...My place is with my people, ruling a world who's lives are lived in shadows. It's not all that bad though. You could be my queen, and we could live together, in happiness." sighing, he new he was only talking to himself as he said these things.

Suddenly though, he thought he'd heard the sound of a door. It was faint, but he knew it was there.

"Ichigo, are you awake?" smiling softly, he swiftly turned towards the sliding door that led to the balcony. There, still in her cotton white nightwear with the black bow, was Ichigo, rubbing the sleep from her glazed eyes. Her crimson locks had fallen in front of her fair skinned face and had been slightly messed up during her sleep.

"Kish...you came back..." smiling wearily, she giggled some and walked over to where he stood on the balcony.

His eyes were soft and golden, and seemed to shimmer gently in the sunlit afternoon as she stepped towards him. Soon, however, his heart skipped a couple beats as he felt her tiny arms wrap around his torso in a light hug.

"Kish, thank you for your kindness...You're sweet." having been reffering to the groceries he'd had placed in her kichen, Ichigo lifted her head from his chest and smiled warmly towards him.

"It was the least that I could do, seeing as how you saved my life." chuckling lightly, he pulled her closer and brought his chin to rest atop her head as he sighed. "Originally, I'd begun to feel much better, and was restless all night. So, I left. When I'd gotten home, I told my brothers about how you'd saved me. Soon after though, I remembered you saying that your last groceries had gotten spilt, so I got some for you. Over all, I'd forgotten my shirt and coat."

"Oh, I just figured I'd clean it up for you. It looks like quite an important coat and shirt." smiling in her achievement of having fixed it, she began to hum. Though, her joy was short lived, because soon she was being held by the wrist, with Kish glaring down at her.

"Although I DO appriciate your kindness, you stayed up all night working on it! You gave up a nights worth of much needed sleep to fix it and ended up falling asleep in that chair!" he wasn't quite yelling, but he wasn't quite keeping a cool head about this as he spoke.

"I-I'm sorry! It's just that I love to do things like that, and I'd originally began after I'd gotten out of the shower! But, by the time I was finished, it had enthrawled me the entire night!" bowing her head, Kish could visibly see the fear and sadness in her voice.

"Gah...fine, no harm, no fowl...I just don't want you to loose sleep over something like this! Honestly, I just want you to rest! The sign outside says that Sundays, Christmas, and Easter are the only days you have off, so you must work pretty hard." he realized that she hadn't meant any harm, that she'd thought she was doing something good.

"Yeah, and Papa comes back in a bit...I better get dressed and start supper then..." with a weak smile, she went to walk back into the room to change. "Will you be staying for supper?" glancing back over her shoulder, her face had brightened quite a bit and her smile was beautiful.

"Um, if it's alright with you, then I'd really like to." blushing, which was rare for him, Kish walked over and grabbed her wrist again. This time though, it wasn't a grip as tight as before. No, this time, he was being gentle, trying not to scare her or sadden her. "But, I will be fixing supper tonight. You, go lay back in bed and I'll bring you yours."

His smile was just as gentle as the way he held her hands. His eyes matching that, gazed down at her. Though, the message they conveyed was quite clear. Translation, 'If I catch you up and about, instead of lying back in bed, then I'll lock you in your room.'

This caused her to shrink back some, but she wasn't too aftraid.

"A-alright...Thank you, Kish." as she muttered this, she turned her head to the side and down towards the ground as he smirked.

"Good, now come, let me tuck you in." his smile grew as she lay gingerly back into her nice soft bed, she watched as Kish pulled up the warm red and black quilt over her small frame. "Sleep tight, and I'll wake you for supper."

As he whispered this in her ear, she began to feel quite tired, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

I'll stop here for now...I just wanted you all to get a taste of Kish's dark side. It only comes out when he's caring for Ichigo, and it sometimes scares her. But, later on along the road, that ragged dark side will soften a bit and it'll draw her closer. God Bless all of my reviewers! Remember, even if you're not signed in, or don't have an account, you can still review! CYBER COOKIES TO ALL!