The Choice


A/N: I deserve to be kicked. *sighs*

Disclaimer: VK, unfortunately, isn't mine.

Warning: Un-beta'ed, Grammar mistakes, me trying to explain something simple the hard way(cause i forgot the proper words in English, sorry)


'Making a decision is the hardest decision to make.'


The silverette eyed the mansion cautiously, feeling suspicion and a tinge of fear deep in his heart, a cold shiver ran through his spine at the very scary appearance and aura that seems to be surrounding the said building. This mansion looks like that one particular place in some corny horror movies where the main character decided to stupidly waltz in even with the danger alarms blazing like crazy inside their head.

And Zero isn't that main character(and isn't stupid obviously) so he decided to take the safe route which is to completely ignore the existence of said mansion.

Well, that's what he tried to do in the first place...

"Okay, seriously!?" He let out a frustrated groan as small drops of rain slowly kissed the earth before turning to a heavy downpour in seconds, completely wetting every surface and things that they can reach which includes the grumpy man. Zero eyed the mansion again before eyeing the continuous road beyond him which will only lead him to a barren field, no shade whatsoever to protect him from this unforgiving rain.

After a lot of thinking and sneezing from the cold, he finally decided to gave up in avoiding the haunted-looking mansion. The silverette pushes the cold rusty metal of the gate slowly, flinching at the loud 'CREAK' as he make just wide enough gap to let himself in. Hugging himself with an attempt to warm himself, Zero jogs his way through the gravel path towards the main entrance of the mansion panting tiredly as he finally lands himself under the small shade provided by the roof of the entrance. Taking in a deep breath to calm his nerve and wild heartbeats, the young man finally pushes the big rotting door slowly, only putting a small force for he'll afraid the door will collapse any moment given based from it's condition.

"H-hello...?" The silverette mentally cursed himself for stuttering. He have to be brave in this kind of situation because who knows whatever lies behind this door. Could be a monster or an alien or anything that isn't humane!

Amethyst eyes skimmed through the dark hallway, trying to find any movements of living things aside from the scattered trashes and old furniture covered by white dusty fabric. "Hello...?" He tried again after making sure that he won't stutter for the second time. After such long silence and a sneeze to remind him of his current predicament, the young man finally let himself in before closing the door behind him.

"Sorry for interrupting and not knocking- I don't think I can knock the door anytime soon since the door looks like it's going to crumble under my strength ahahaha..." Nervous chuckle passed through his lips as he tried to calm himself and escaped the reality that he's currently trespassing someone's house. He can be jailed because of this. "Well I did say my 'hello' so I hope you won't mind if I ask for a stay...just for this night...?" Now he's feeling incredibly stupid for talking with no one but the mansion. Clearing his throat, Zero finally decided to walk deeper inside, legs leading him towards the grand staircase that he thought only existed in fairy tales.

"Well I guess these stairs lead towards the rooms then...?" He muttered to himself as he ascend the concrete steps, thanking whatever above that these stairs aren't made from wood. He don't want to hurt himself anytime soon and possibly fall into with whatever is it underneath. After reaching the top, his amethyst eyes immediately landed upon a huge portrait placed in the middle of the hallway that leads to the East wing and the West wing of the mansion.

"Huh? How come I didn't notice this from the entrance?" Zero asked himself in puzzlement before shaking his head, maybe he's just too tired from all the events happening today. The silverette look up to properly inspect the painted canvas, trying to make out the faces of those- 7 figures -all male from the looks of the posture and anatomy. But no matter what he did, his eyes still can't penetrate through the darkness that strategically hides their faces from his view.

Letting out a tired sigh, the young man finally decided a rest is a must for now. He makes himself towards the very first door of the East wing, letting a delighted smile grace his face when he encountered an empty room- fortunately -that looks clean enough for him to reside.

All thoughts of today's event- of Yuuki, of the eerie mansion and these weird feelings inside his chest -flew out of his mind as his body finally landed on the surprisingly clean and dust-free mattress, basking in the softness and slight warm it provides as those white lashes finally rested upon his pale cheeks, breathing evening out as Zero drifted himself off to Dreamland.


As the Grandfather clock struck midnight, shadows after shadowy figures emerge themselves from the dark corners of the room, making their way towards the bed located at the centre where an unsuspecting sleeping silverette currently resides, blissfully unaware from the amount of eyes watching him with curiosity- with hope for the upcoming changes that might befall upon them with this new addition to their mansion.

"A Human... It's been ages since I lay my eyes upon one..." One of them whispers, mismatched eyes trailing on the silverette's almost feminine curves.

"A beauty, just like an Angel," another whispers, head tilted as he eyed the said Angel, blonde hair landed softly towards the right side of his face, showing those beautiful emerald orbs glinting in curiosity.

"Such unique colouring... What a treasure..." A figure lightly caress the pale cheek of the sleeping beauty, brown eyes widening in mild surprise at such warm temperature of the Human. A deep contrast from his own cold fingers.

"His clothing looks wet, should we dry him up?" Another spoke up with a bored tone that hide his excitement in his voice, wanting to know more of this mysterious figure, of this beauty. He ran his fingers through his strawberry blonde lock, messing up more his already wild hair.

"We should ask the Lord for help to do that, he needs to change this mansion to look brand new and liveable," a perky blonde male said as he walk around the bed and lightly touches the wet fabric that sticks to the silverette like a second skin. "He's going to be sick if we didn't act fast," he mumbled out as those sapphire coloured orbs lands on the unconscious man's flushed body, seeing the tell tale sign of upcoming fever.

"Where is he anyway? Our Lord," a monotonous voice asked from far behind them. The owner of the voice leans himself on the dusty dresser, not giving a damn if the noticeable dust staining his black dress shirt.

"I'm here, if all of you are wondering," a new figure emerge himself from the darkness, making himself know to the others as he makes his way towards the bed where the others currently stand beside- minus the one near the dresser.

"Fashionably late as ever, nephew," A grin graces the mismatched eyed man's face as he greets the Lord who is also his dear nephew. The man whom stood beside him, a brunette greets the newcomer with an acknowledgement of 'Son' escaped from his lips.

"A good evening, my Lord," the remaining greeted with a small polite but friendly bow. Seeing him to be more superior than them but also their close friend through those years of them together trapped in this mansion.

"So, what are we going to do with him?" The male that's previously leaning himself beside the dresser finally approached the group, pale blue pools eyeing the still sleeping figure with a tilt of his head towards the Lord in question.

"What are we going to do with him?" The main brunette repeated the question as his wine brown eyes watches the steady rise and fall of the only Human's chest before landing on his angelic face, now currently sporting a red flush across his cheeks from the cold. A grin slowly formed on the Lord's usually stoic face as his eyes glinted in mischief.

"We'll give him a warm welcome, of course."


A/N: I have no other excuse aside from lack of ideas and presence of one particular muse. Please forgive me for eventhou I love writing, It doesn't come easily to me like how a new-born Shark naturally swim at the first touch of water. T vT)

You are allowed to throw things to me because I deserved it- *offers a doll that looked like me for the abuse*

I will make slow updates because I'm still trying to grasp the real meaning of 'writing' and God knows how hard it is to do everything using a phone! Not to mention the fact my country just decided to block this website- _(((

I apologise in advance. ;;;