"How can I be of service, Kuran-sama?" I asked, leaning against the window frame.
"It's about Yuki."
Oh, the ditzy brunette. Surprise, surprise.
"What do you want me to do?" Has he no feelings at all? I need time to kill Hannah's murderer.
"I know that you have... agendas of your own. But I want you to do this assignment first." He fingered a chess peice, his back to me.
"But-" I snarled.
"It isn't your choice!" He slapped me, hard.
Jeez, he was fast. From sitting at his table, to being over at the window in a moment was pretty quick.
"Sorry, Kuran-sama." I growled through gritted teeth, tasting blood.
I was angry. But I retained control. For some reason, it was easy to around my 'Master.'
"I want you to keep a very close eye on Yuki. Watch her as much as possible, talk with her. Befriend her." He said, calm again.
I almost laughed out loud, almost.
"Are you mad?" I snickered. "Me, befriend a human?"
"She's not just any old human, she's my sister."
Whoa whoa whoa. Back up abit.
Sister?
Shock turned to pity, pity for Yuki.
The poor girl, having Kaname Kuran as a brother.
"But, how the hell am I meant to retain control with all those blood bags everywhere?" I asked, licking my lips at the word, blood bags.
"Hannah always had more... control, then you. I was going to choose her for the job. You have too much, fire in you. You get angry too easily. But without her, you'll just have to do." He said, pacing back and forth.
Why you little bastard. You don't even give a damn that you servant that has served you for 6 years, has died?
"Why can't Raven, Keo or Drake do it?" I muttered, Drake had a good temper, he would have been Perfect.
"I need a girl to be her friend." He slowly said.
Jealous are you, Kaname? Don't want anyone else stealing your love?
Drake would have easily won over her heart, with his jet black hair with red streaks, pale skin, strong jawline and lean muscle.
Your baby sister would have been ALLLL over him.
"Could you keep your thoughts to yourself?" He growled at me.
"Opps, didn't know I was projecting them so loudly."
Yeah right.
"And you have to wear this."
He brought out a scalpel, and a box of black liquid.
"What the hell is that?" I asked, inspecting the box.
"It's a level E controlling tattoo, so that I can rest easy knowing you won't devour Yuki or some other kid, blowing your cover." He muttered.
"What do I have to do?" I eyed the scalpel.
"It needs to ink into your skin. So just sit still." He ordered.
My legs walked over to the chair and I froze without me wanting to.
I really hated this.
"Don't scream." He ordered again, pulling down my shirt and raising the knife over my left breast, over my heart.
Ah, shit.