Shiros shock turned into anger, as he looked at the smug smile on his cousins face.
He growled animally.
"What do you want here?"
His cousin raised an eyebrow and replied with a hurt tone.
"Why, am I not allowed to visit my dear cousin out of courtesy?"
The albino didn't like the way his cousin spoke those words.
They reeked of trouble.
"Stop your flattery. Why are you really here?"
His cousin rose from the chair and walked cozily, and with his hands folded in his back, around the desk.
"Well, I came here to taste a bit of the deliciously sweetness and innocence of Japanese women. It's been some time since the last and you don't find anything comparable to their blood, in the whole world."
The man stopped next to Shiro, then chuckled and continued with a light tone.
"Well, except a nuns maybe, but who would want to go into a monastery on his own free will, where there is so much of our only real weakness."
Shiro had turned around to his cousin and was now grinning back at him.
"You of course not. Apparently your mind isn't that far gone."
Again his cousin played the hurt one at his voice.
"Are sou saying that I'm insane? Oh, cousin..."
The man took a whiff of the smells, hanging around Shiro, his smile returning.
"I'd think you'd have to speak for yourself. You seem to be hanging around a certain slayer a lot."
Shiro could feel a pull in his head, a sign that his cousin tried to get access to his mind and read it.
He had only time to protect a part of his thoughts, so he decided to shield those of greater importance.
"You're worried about him."
The pure bloods cousin let out a short laughter.
"The scourge of the slayers, the one who killed almost half of them in the past 200 years is worried about a slayer-whelp. That's hilarious. What did he do? Did he give you his blood? Has he spread his legs for you?"
Shiro growled warningly at the other, his patience slowly dissipating,
He wanted his cousin gone, but he knew that one false move could mean that your brain got turned into mush.
Not physically but mentally.
His cousin could turn you into a salivating bag of meat with only looking at you.
It was a fearsome ability the man had, and worse was that he himself was an insane bastard who didn't differ between anyone, be it human or Vampire.
If you were weak in his eyes, you were dead.
He even killed his own father, when he joined with a human woman after his late wife and the poor female with him.
He could not only break your mind, but also deceive it, let you see, smell and hear things that weren't there or real.
His cousin seemed to be amused, that he, the mighty albino pure blood, didn't dare raise a finger against a lower standing and younger mixed-blooded.
"You're so silent, dear cousin. Has the cat got your tongue or did I hit the mark?"
"Leave."
"Oh? Do you think it's wise, to talk to me like that?"
Enough was enough.
Shiro bared his fangs and grew his fingernails into talons, capturing his cousins throat with them.
"Leave, or I rip your fucking head off."
He snarled, his eyes glinting with malice.
"I see, I'm no longer welcome."
Shiros cousin turned around, heading to the door.
In it's frame he paused for a moment, than spoke some parting words.
"Oh, and you didn't need try to hide that from me. I already know about it and the prophecy, since it was me, who made an end of those pitiable beings."
The albino grabbed the letter opener on his desk and threw it at his leaving cousins back, but he was already gone and only his laughter halls in the corridor, followed by the clatter of the opener hitting the ground.
Shiro cursed, he should have killed him, should have done it a long time ago, but again he let his fear of the man overtake his rational thinking.
He knew that Ichigo was in danger, more than before and even more if his assumptions would come true.
The albino grabbed his mobile and dialed the orangettes number.
After a minute the line was picked up.
"Shiro? Why do you call? Is Shinji alright?"
"Yeah he's fine. Ichigo, there is something I want to show you. Could you get over asap?"
"Sure. But what's the matter? You sound strange."
"You'll see when you're here."
Minutes later Ichigo arrived, flanked by Starrk.
"So what is it that you want to show me?"
"It's the greatest treasure my kin has and that has been entrusted in my care a long time ago."
Shiro answered, leading Ichigo down to the cellar.
Down there, was only one door, at the end of a long dim lit corridor.
It was made of heavy iron and locked with a fingerprint scanner.
"What's in there?"
"Mostly a lot of old papers, telling about our history, but the security isn't for them."
That confused Ichigo a bit.
Why installing a security system, when it shouldn't protect what's in it.
"For what then?"
"The scroll of the Spirits of Times."
Shiro said, opening the heavy door and revealing lines of racks, filled with books and scrolls on the left and right.
But the eye catching thing was a scroll enclosed in a glass pillar and illuminated by a spotlight.
Ichigo pointed a finger at it.
"This is it?"
Shiro only nodded and entered the room, not waiting if Ichigo followed him, but knowing that the teen would do it.
They both stood in front of it now and the orangette could see the small letters on it.
It wasn't much written on the old paper, only two sentences.
Ichigo read them slowly, needing to decipher every single word, but still not understanding anything.
The words were:
In die, sanguis angeli unit in una persona, erit pace inter familiis.
Eos qui volunt pacem, sequarum puerum tueri eam ex Iudam et falsis prophetae, ut eam non erit seducti in tempore ejus infirmitas maxima.
"What does it mean?"
Ichigo asked, looking over to Shiro, who looked like he was reading them himself.
After a moment he translated the words for him.
"In the day the blood of the angels unites in one person, there will be peace between the clans. Those who wish the peace, follow the child to protect it from Judah and false prophets, so that it will not be led astray in the time of his greatest weakness."
Ichigo understood the words now, but not what they meant, it was like they still were in a foreign language.
"So, what does it mean? And why did you want to show me this?"
He saw Shiro hestitate for a sencond and wondered why.
"Simply said; Some day there will be someone who is heir of the blood of both, the angel Gabriel and the angel Lucifer and he will bring peace between the kin of those angels. He wil have people who will follow him and protect him at his most vulnerable time. I have no idea who Judah and the false prophets are, but I think those might be persons who will betray and deceive this promised person."
Ichigo started to gape like a fish, by the end of Shiros explanation.
"Did you say, Gabriel and Lucifer?"
Shiro felt a weight slowly lowering onto his shoulders.
He had a feeling about what might come next and he feared the moment he would be in the right.
The albino could only nod, to tell Ichigo he heard right.
"But that are the Patrons of slayers and Vampires."
Shiro turned to face Ichigo, seeing that shock slowly was creeping into the others bones as realisation slowly arose.
"Ichigo, the scroll is over twohundred years old and it says that someone who will be Vampire and Slayer at the same time comes. That's very vague, though until now the only one who matches the porphecy is..."
"Me."
The albino sighed.
"Yeah. You."
Ichigo began to chuckle lowly, until his laughter suddenly died and his mood turned a hundred and eighty.
"How the fuck shall I manage that?"
"I didn't say that you are the one of the prophecy, but you could be."
The orangette hissed, baring his fangs and grabbing the albino by his shirt, he growled.
"Who else should it be, huh? You think there will be another one, maybe another twohundred years later. If I am this fucking promised child, tell me how I shall bring peace. I don't even know if I'll survive the next five minutes!"
Ichigo needed to calm down, but Shiro was at a loss how to do it this time.
A hug probably would end in a shove or a punch, a kiss in a bitten lip or a kick in the gut.
As luck would have it, steps appeared on the corridor behind them and Shinji appeared in the door frame.
Shiro saw that his eyes were absent again, when he spoke.
"Don't be afraid, filius de duo, when the time comes, you'll know the way to end the thousands years war. We will show you the path to start your journey. See into the heart and find the right weapon."
Both Vampires were a bit confused about the last words, but Shiro understood that it must be a riddle and he had a feeling he knew who was the one speakig through Shinji.
Or better, who were the ones.
'You may have killed their bodies, but you didn't erase their spirits.'
He thought to himself, feeling a little victorious over his cousin.
Shinji came back to his senses moments later, surprisement written on his face.
"Where the hell am I?"
He asked looking at his surroundings, before his gaze fell on the other two persons in the room
"Why do you look like the cat who got the canary? And why does Ichigo look like the canary which the cat got?"
Ichigo looked shortly at the albino, than he ran off passing Shinji.
"I need time to think."
Shiro had seen shock, fear and something he couldn't describe in those amber eyes, in the short moment they met his own.
He ran after Ichigo, slamming the door behind him.
"Ichigo, wait!"
The orangette didn't, but Shiro eventually caught him in the hallway.
He held him back gently by his upper arm.
"Ichigo, please talk with me."
The orange head hesitantly turned around and met Shiros pleading look.
"I just need time to stomach all this. There's just one thing piling up on an other. First I'm a slayer, which I don't want to be, than I'm a Vampire, and I have no clue why and now I shall be a person predicted to bring peace between both clans and I have no fucking idea how to do that!"
Ichigo yelled the last part, the mix of emotions getting the better of him and he barely had held himself back from punching Shiro again, to blow off some steam.
Instead he was on the verge of tears now.
The liquid diamonds shining in his eyes and one breaking free, running down along his beautiful face.
Shiro brushed it away with his thumb than gently took Ichigo into an embrace.
"I know this is unbelievably much for one person to bear. But you're not alone Ichigo. Me and the others will help and protect you, ok?"
Ichigo calmed in the albinos arms and nodded his understanding.
"Come I'll bring you home and you sleep over everything."
Later that evening, Shiro sat together with Starrk and Grimmjow in the living hall, enjoying a glass of red wine, everyone of them absorbed in his own thoughts.
Suddenly Starrk looked up from his glass, asking.
"Has anyone seen Shinji?"
In the cellar
"Hello~! Is there anybody out there?"
Shinji called desperately and knocked on the heavy iron door.
His knocking got weaker and he sunk down on his knees, head resting against the cool metal.
"Please anyone..."
The blonde had stopped knocking and silence spread in the room filled with age old scripts.
"I need to pee."
Still only silence surrounded him.
A vein on Shinjis temple started to throb and suddenly he yells up to the ceiling.
"Shiro you bastard! When I get outta here, I'm gonna piss on all your porn!"
At the same time, in the living hall
A cold shower runs along Shiros spine and he curses.
Grimmjow notices it and raises an eyebrow.
"Something wrong Shiro?"
The albino rose from his seat and set the wine glass aside.
"I'll need a safe."
"What for?"
Starrk asked confusedly.
The two Vampires watched their leader walk over to the stairs that led down to the basement.
"My pictures of Ichigo."
Chapter 20
End
So, well like? don't like?
review if you want ^^
Anyway, you know what I hate?
Writers block.
I just got over one and now I have another...
really. fucking. annoying.
See ya
Shiro Yue