Kana looked over at Charles, and he laughed kindly at her and he said, "She will like us. Usually, it's the girlfriend that gets nervous —not the mother."

Sighing, Kana said, "I should have cooked instead of going to a restaurant. She won't feel welcome."

"If you cooked, you would have stressed out even more. Why are you so worried?"

"You heard what my sister said about her. Suki couldn't believe how much Unazuki worked to take everything in, having not even known of the existence of vampires, and Rick said she was trying so hard to accept everything for him."

Charles added, "And she won't hurt his position as the family head. She's the sister of the best friend of the King."

"Usagi's husband, mind you. And Rick is the leader of The Order of Usagi. Can you blame me for thinking that way? She will be an asset to him. Why wouldn't I want that?"

"I'm not blaming you. I want that, too. I just also want you not to worry. I happen to know that you're amazing. And I also remind you, again, that she is the one who should stereotypically be nervous. She's the girlfriend who is meeting his parents."

"Weren't you listening when Suki said she's his soulmate? She's made for him; she has to be perfect for him. I hope she likes me."

"I wish the earth would open up and just swallow me whole," Unazuki said in frustration.

"Your outfit is fine," Rick objected.

"I don't have anything that puts the right message across."

"And what are you looking for your clothes to say?" he teased.

"Please like me because I love your son, and it would kill me if you hated me."

He grabbed one top out of her closet and said, "This one says 'I'm red,' will that work? The rest is a heavy task for an outfit to pull off."

"You don't get it!" she huffed. "When you meet my parents, you'll have it easy. You're a med student. It's in the bag!"

He growled and pulled her into his arms. "Stop that. Your parents kept mentioning a med student because they wanted Mamoru to get the idea that he should marry you. I'm not sure they will be okay with me replacing him."

Unazuki blushed over his display of jealousy. "They were being ridiculous. He never showed a bit of interest in me."

"And you?" he asked, now suddenly concerned. "Were you ever interested in him?"

"My brother is perfect, always, all the time, and I never felt like I could measure up. Of course, I was interested in him. I was trying to please them. It was what my parents wanted, and I was trying to make them proud of me."

"I hate him," Rick grumbled. He knew he didn't really mean it and that she understood that, too, but he felt intensely jealous. The idea of him trying to measure up to the King of the supernatural left him feeling insignificant.

"You look so grumpy right now, Rick. It's adorable." She scrunched up her face, making an exaggerated mirror image of his expression. "See?"

He huffed out. "I'm not as good as a King."

"I don't want a king or a doctor even; I want you, and you're just going to have to deal with it. I liked a boy because my parents wanted me to. I liked plenty of other guys for much better reasons."

She instantly regretted that comment.

Beryl stood outside of Mamoru's apartment with a very smug-looking Jiji by her side. The stupid look on his face was massively annoying to her, but she put up with it for now. After all, he was the best she had at the moment. She didn't get why he felt so proud of having achieved the bare minimum for her —being the "best" of her underlings wasn't much of an achievement.

She knocked on the door and then tapped the toe of her red Christian Louboutin stiletto heels impatiently as she waited. While she did, she listened carefully, and after twenty seconds, she heard a sound coming from the other side of the door.

As the door opened, her body practically vibrated with excitement. She pulled on her magic, ready to render him unconscious, and flashed a large smile. Once the door fully opened, she was irritated to see a small blond looking up at her in confusion.

"Mamoru lives here," Beryl said, trying to contain her impatience. "Bring him to me now."

"Um…" The woman said, looking up at her blankly. "No. I live here."

"Bring me Mamoru!"

"Fuck off," the woman said, annoyed. "There isn't any Mamoru here."

Beryl forced her way in, shoving the girl back and striding into the apartment. "You will die for attempting to withhold him from me!"

"Chill, crazy lady. He's not here," the blond said, backing up and looking frantically for her cell phone to call the police. Fear was rolling off of her in waves. "Go ahead and look for him." She wanted her distracted so she could get the hell out of there.

Jiji stepped into the apartment, too, eyed the woman, and then licked his lips. "Give up the guy, and we can fuck instead. You're my type."

Beryl rolled her eyes. "Everyone's your type. Find him, you idiot!"

The blond fumbled with her cell phone, wishing she could call the police without giving away what she was doing. She then whimpered in relief when she had an idea. As she dialed for the police, she said, "I'll call him and get him over here."

Beryl wasn't fooled. She snatched the phone from the woman and hung up before she could complete the call. Since the cell phone was unlocked, she searched the contact list. "Where is he in this? Tell me!"

Jiji grabbed the arm of the woman, twisted it, and pulled her against his body. "Give her what she wants, or I will…" he felt her try to wrench herself away from him. "You don't like me touching you, sexy thing?"

"Don't touch me!" She screamed back.

He grabbed her around the waist and forced her up against his body. As he rubbed his hardness against her, he said, "Tell her where he is, and I might let you go."

The woman started crying and pushing away from him. "I don't know! This is my apartment!" No matter how hard she tried she wasn't able to get away from him.

Beryl tapped her foot in annoyance. "I have a record that Mamoru has lived here for years. Tell me where he is!"

Still crying and trying to get away from Jiji, she said, "This is my apartment. I live alone."

"Years!" Beryl yelled. "You lying bitch!"

"I just moved in a week ago. The previous person moved out…" she wracked her brain, not able to remember. "The neighbor said the previous guy who lived here barely talked to anyone in the building. He didn't know where he went."

Beryl looked abruptly at Jiji. "He's moved?!"

"No!" Jiji defended. "He can't have. The police station would have updated his residence!"

The blond, still with tears in her eyes, said, "I can't find him for you. Please let me go."

Jiji licked her neck, and she flinched in disgust. "You taste sweet." She cried more, and he smirked. "Oh, you're just turning me on even more. Keep it up —flirt."

Beryl grabbed Jiji by the hair, wrenching his neck and dragging him to look at her. She then spit in his face, "Where is Mamoru? You told me he lived here."

Jiji noticed the anger in his eyes, and he realized he was in a lot of danger. "I'll find him. I promise!"

"You're a failure. Just like everyone else." She then snapped his neck, killing him instantly and dropping him without a care. She looked at the blond as he collapsed on the carpet with a thump. "Time for some cleanup."

"You want me to hide his body?!" The woman asked in horror.

Beryl scoffed. "You're so stupid. You know too much. She then killed the woman in the same way, dropping her next to Jiji and then stepping over the bodies.

Once that was done, she locked the apartment door and closed it behind her. She knew the stench would give away their murders in a few days, but she didn't care. She had a man to find, and she had just lost her best lead.

Unazuki and Rick walked into the restaurant where they were meeting his parents, and Unazuki's hands were sweating. "You were right," she muttered. "I should have worn the red shirt."

Rick shook his head, "I was kidding. You look beautiful."

"I want to look like someone you would want to date your son," she whined.

He placed his hand on her back as they walked through the restaurant towards the table. Rick hoped it comforted her. "They want me to be happy. Why wouldn't they like you?"

"I'm not good enough," she whispered.

Rick, frustrated, stopped dead in his tracks and made her stop, too. "This isn't cute," he said in frustration. "Have some self-worth, or I'm going to make a scene."

She glared at him and said, "My self-worth is just fine. The only reason it's a problem at the moment is because I can't picture a more perfect man!"

He gave her a half-smirk and said, "Perfect?"

"You know you are!" She huffed and then crossed her arms.

Taking her hand, he pulled her with him towards the table. They had ended up making a bit of a scene, but he didn't care. "No woman could measure up to you, Unazuki. You're more than I ever knew to hope for." She was blushing red when she got to the table to meet his parents.

Once they were all sitting down, Kana reached over and took Unizuki's hand. "Suki told me what you are to my son. I've always wanted a daughter. I hope we can be close."

That night, both women discovered they had nothing to fear. They got along beautifully, and their relationship was very strong for years to come.