Resolves

Not just simply a

wish, or desire.

In the car, the Sakamakis and Yui sit in their usual spots. Laito gained his place beside Yui since they entered the car at the same time, making Ayato displeased. She had been spending time with his perverted sibling today, and what was surprising was that Laito hadn't pounced on her once. He did make some advances, which were cleanly rejected. Although Fuyuki's words had come true, he couldn't put a finger on whether it was a curse or miracle. Yui didn't seem to show any withdrawal symptoms. Actually, she seemed much more happier spending time with others. The ore-sama wondered if her claim of loving him was true. Whether they trusted each other or not.

He shook his head vigorously to get rid of such thoughts. Weirdoyuki had been haunting him ever since he asked for advice. Ayato clearly wasn't sure of whether he should be grateful or not. Just punishing Yui, who was masochistic, would be enough. Or so it should be. Being nice to her wouldn't work, since he'd done that before. He had to wait. Seeing that several other men that didn't fall out of the looks department were surrounding her day by day, it wouldn't be difficult for her to slip through his fingers for another man. It bothered him a lot. Too much.

He curiously glanced at his older triplet conversing happily with her, although their voices were suspiciously hushed. Drawing closer, he managed to catch on what they were saying.

"So Maeno-chan is the lead guitarist of your band and she's lazy like Shuu~" Laito hummed.

"Around there. The only time she smiles is when she makes fun of someone or when she's being silly."

"Ehhh~ I know how she feels about that, though. Maybe I'll try talking to her?" He adjusted his fedora that almost fell of due to a bump during the car ride.

"She doesn't like people approaching her out of the blue." Yui whispered, noting that Reiji had turned his attention towards them. At the same time, she was worried that Laito may do something horrible to her beloved friend. "Don't try anything funny okay? I mean, Rito-kun may get angry after all..."

"You mean her boyfriend? Haha, I'll see if she's interesting before I start doing anything."

"They told me they're not dating but it seems that way..." Yui gave Laito a confused look. "But we saw them so close together earlier, how could they not be?"

"Things like that takes time, Bitch-chan. You told me he's similar to Subaru?"

"Yeap, but he's generally nice to everyone, so that's different." Laito snickered at how she clearly differentiated the two.

"Hmm...Bitch-chan, you smell really good when I talk about your friends." He licked his lips with pleasure as he got uncomfortably close to Yui. "Maybe I should talk about them while savouring you."

"That wouldn't be happening at all!" Yui huffed as she lightly pushed Laito away.

This red-head could be on friendly, equal terms with the bride if he wanted to, just like how it is now. Sometimes being like was more refreshing for him before proceeding to the hot stuff.

"Why, is it because you belong to Ayato?" Laito chuckled as he saw her blush and turn away to look out of the window. "Correct, huh? You two love-birds."

"...It's not like he cares does he..." Her pink eyes caste down on her lap, softly mumbling her current concerns. Laito sighed as he saw her happy mood turn into a sadder one.

Ayato had been silently listening to their conversation. She pushed Laito away. She was insecure over whether she was cared for or not. She wanted her own space, so much that she dared to ignore him. What was more surprising was how Laito listened to her blabbering like an older brother would. A taste of jealously spread over his tongue as he saw how close the two actually were, clicking his tongue before pondering again. Laito smirked at how his younger brother reacted to their talk, aware of their current confusions.

"I wonder how this will play out?"

Ruki had a half-filled cup of blood freshly poured into his wine cup. In usual situations he would gladly gulp down this fine smelling delicacy, but this time he was extremely hesitant about it. The other brothers stared intensely at the blood, also nervous. The only one who was calm was no other than Fuyuki, who stood beside Ruki with demanding eyes.

"Drink it."

It had been a week since Ruki had a proper meal. But now that he was being hunted, his movements were restricted. Considering that their opponent was an experienced hunter, Ruki could not afford risking himself to death. And therefore, this solution. A simple one where there was easy access. Fuyuki slit her wrist with one of Azusa's silver knifes, allowing her blood to flow graciously into the cup.

Being the eldest, Ruki couldn't help but feel that she shouldn't have hurt herself for such a purpose. The alluring smell that was hidden by a layer of something was revealed, making the vampire brothers go hungry instantly. But, of course Ruki was reluctant. He didn't want to feed from his sister, even though it was indirect. Looking back at her wound, the cut cleanly sewed itself back together as it made instant recovery.

"Look here. You'll be able to live off this for a month so you need it. Seriously." With a pocky in her mouth, Fuyuki chided her older brother to drink her blood. "If you're wondering why I'm doing this...it's so that you would be in the safest position."

"That's right Ruki-kun, just do it!" Kou eyed the blood swaying lightly. "Maeki-chan's blood will be wasted if you don't drink it."

Although the blond did say this in a light-hearted manner, he himself was busy staring at Fuyuki's previously cut wrist. By now it was cleanly patched up without a trace of injury. He looked back up to see a blank expression on her face, showing no signs of pain.

"Haaah...I still find your enduring skills amazing. Azusa's knives are all sleek and sharp and...silver." Yuma shuddered a little at imagining the cold metal touching his skin.

Hearing how his brother described his precious knives that he took care of dearly, Azusa had a small smile of pride. They were sharp and painful... those were the qualities of a knife Azusa had always looked for when selecting or sharpening one.

"Glad you found it sharp."

Yuma sighed at the purple-eyed boy before returning his attention to the current scene. Ruki slowly brought the cup to his lip, tilting it slightly. A few droplets of blood trickled down the smooth surface of the glass, landing lightly on his tongue. He squinted his eyes, savouring the flavour and at the same time, feeling regretful. His grey-blue eyes met a similar pair of eyes of the same colour, just that they were much duller. The owner of those eyes gave him a frown. Shamefully, he decided to take a mouthful of it.

"What the...I've never tasted anything like this before."

The man ruffled his grey hair as he stared into the cup. His reflection was blurry in the shine of the crimson liquid. The blood has satisfied his cravings for something exquisite- a sweet tasting dish made by a fine chef. As delicious the meal was...he was in no mood to complete it.

"Do I have to finish this?"

"Yes." Fuyuki had already finished her pack of pocky when Ruki had only taken a gulp out of his cup.

"...Alright then."

Submitting to his sister's demands, he decided to consume all the contents. Every time he felt the liquid flow through his throat, he could feel a smooth, almost healing sensation. The beautiful taste lingering in his mouth had remained, leaving him more than satisfied. Oddly, he did not crave for more. You'll be able to live off this for a month. He finally realised what his sister meant by that.

"I know I've smelt her blood before but I keep on forgetting how it's like~" Kou whined as he gave Fuyuki his pitiful look. "Maeki-chan, did you do something for me to forget?"

"I do something to everyone to make them forget." Her blunt answer was enough for him to understand. She twirled her hair for a bit before turning towards the stairs. "I gotta do some stuff. Catch you guys later."

Finishing her job in the living room, Fuyuki immediately headed to her room. Her brothers silently watch her walk off lazily, as if she were to stumble asleep any moment.

In her room, the girl was flipping through a thick file. Inside contained information of several people, all of them confirmed missing or dead. The last few pages had people without those labels on them. People get missing or die each time; it wasn't a rare thing.

At the very last was a freshly printed piece and the information there was about- Sasaki Koujirou. He was a young man, 25 years of age. As suspected, he had close ties with Rito Terumi, Kouji's sister. Apparently Kouji was named by Terumi, the older sister hoping her brother would turn out like Koujirou.

"They'll probably stay absolutely undercover once they realise I'm on good terms with Kouji." Fuyuki coldly stared at the picture of the vampire hunter. "How advantageous."

Tomorrow was a day without club activities in school but the band could not afford losing a precious day of practice. And with that...

"Kouji, you said your house is spacious and has the equipment. Right?" Fuyuki's dull yet hopeful eyes pierced into the dark blue haired teen.

"Y-yeah, but-"

"Alright, we're crashing there tomorrow."

"Fuyuki, my sister-"

"I bet she'd love to see us around."

"...I guess so..."

Momoka giggled as she watched their actual leader (most people think that it is Kouji) set the plans without allowing him to finish his sentence.

A traditional Japanese themed house. The ones with large bonsai gardens. That was Kouji's home.

"What the...?! Kouji-senpai, this is amazing!" Takano exclaimed as he stared at the details of the house, taking it in.

"Not really... well, I don't know how yours is like so I can't compare." Kouji shrugged.

"Beautifully simple, but to big of a place for me." Fuyuki looked around, roughly measuring the parameters. "There's two people down the corridor. I believe one is your sister? She's on a wheelchair, right?"

"Right. Terumi, Koujirou!"

The two responded to the boy's call and headed towards the band. An excited smile was on Terumi's face as she inspected her brother's friends with great interest.

"So, which one is the one you like to talk about?" She giggled as she saw him blush. "Must be the guitar girl, right? She matches your description. Really pret-"

"WAHHHHH!" Kouji desperately stopped his sister from talking. Unfortunately, a mischievous smile formed on Fuyuki's lips as she stared at him expectantly.

"What was it you said about me I wonder~" She hummed. Kouji lightly punched her head bashfully.

"Noooooothing much..."

Silently watching them in horror was Koujirou. How was he going to kill her now?

"What's wrong, Koujirou?" Terumi asked in a hushed tone.

"Ko-Kouji's friend...that girl he likes...she's the mercenary."

"...Koujirou. You better make a change of plans."

Authors Notes: Does anyone even read this Q,Q Oh well. This chapter is shorter than the usual but I think much can be helped since the scene transitioning would be better if it were to be placed on the next chapter.

Sorry for not flashing out my OCs such as Takano and Momoka. I don't have plans on adding them to the main plot but please tell me if you have any ideas for how to make them stand out.

Also, this fanfiction involves a lot of OCs because it is leaning towards the demon and vampire hunter side. The only VH I've heard about in the original story is only Komori Seiji (Yui's dad). For demons, it was the "only mentioned Demon Lord" and Cordellia having demon blood flowing in her. Other than that? Nope O_O