"And so the darkness returns to swallow the light that had just began anew."
Haruka remained in her position as Jiro rubbed against his master's arm, trying to calm her thoughts. It wouldn't do her any good if she kept stressing about such things. Although it did help in diverting her attention from her current situation. As such, she was too engrossed with her thoughts that she hadn't noticed Hikari enter the room and offer her something to eat. It wasn't until the smell of the hot chocolate entered her senses that Haruka finally turned to spot the prefect. Jiro purred with delight at the saucer of cream and happily lapped up the contents. Haruka offered a warm smile, however; it came out as something more broken. She glanced towards the medical kit and then towards her shoulder. Her wound was already healing thanks to the regenerative parts of her being half-vampire. Although they would heal a bit faster than a normal humans, it would still take at least the remainder of the whole day before the wound was completely healed and gone from sight.
"Thank you Hikari. Mochi is my favorite," she finally spoke as she took the cup and plate from the girl. She stared at it, almost as if she were studying it before taking the first step into making a bite. She smiled at the taste. Although it was a tad too sweet, she appreciated the fact that Hikari took the time to actually cook something for her in an attempt to take her mind off of things. "I think I am fine for now. The pain is tolerable. It won't be there in a few more minutes though," she replied to her question about the pain in her shoulder. Granted she was no longer bleeding, something she was grateful for, but the pain in her shoulder still throbbed every now and then. It was nothing though really. Azriel had inflicted a pain far greater than a wound to the shoulder, and that pain was still lingering about.
Before she could say anything more to the white-haired girl, a very familiar voice echoed from behind the closed door. She sighed, placing the cup in between her hands as she glanced down at it. He was here. Some part of her, somewhere deep down, she was relieved he was alive. Perhaps that was just the selfish part of her that wanted to remain alive as well. Whatever it was, she did not linger on the thought much longer. The fact that he was here now, retrieving her caused a painful clench in her heart. Would there ever be one day to just herself? She frowned as she knew the answer to that question. Instead, a bitter laugh left her lips before she stood from the bed. Jiro glanced from the saucer of cream that was now gone and watched as his master slowly walked around the bed.
"I suppose it is time for me to take my leave now. His royal majesty is here." she stated. Although the way it was stated would have made one think it were said in jest, however; Haruka was indeed serious in her tone. "Thank you Hikari. I hope we never have to meet like this again. I hope it is in better standings, not one filled with so much death," she stated before opening the door to the girl's room and walked out. Her tread was slow, dragging her feet almost as if they were made of concrete. Jiro followed silently behind his master as she finally made i towards the front of the house. The sight before her was truly amusing in every sense. Hikari's family had bared arms to her husband and his appearance did not help the matter any less. She took a deep breath before pushing herself further.
"Tanaka-san, it's okay. He isn't here to harm anyone," she stated, glancing towards Azriel as if to confirm that before turning her attention towards the two Tanaka's. She bowed slightly to them. "Thank you for allowing me to rest, I owe your daughter very much," she stated as she left their side. She was soon infront of Azriel, her stone colored eyes staring into the abyssal ruins of his own. She sighed before turning once more to the family and nodded in their direction. She then made her way out of the door before stopping to turn towards Azriel. He truly frightened her in every way, but for some odd reason, the fear that once radiated from her was now just a calm and steady stream. When did that happen?
When had this incessant fear of hers negate into something that she could identify now as just irritation? She shook her head slightly. She truly was insane. If she no longer feared this vampire, then who was to say she'd fear anything after this? From what she had witnessed, he had a terrible strength than most vampires, and that in itself should have terrified her more. But it didn't. Then there was the declaration back at the party. She had made a bold move, that she knew of. It was bold, reckless, and just plain stupid of her to have done something like that. Even if they were bound by this twisted reality, her statement of being the only one to allow him death was a bit reckless and rash. The only way that could truly happen is if she died first.
Eventually she would. Perhaps. She didn't know. As a being in between, she wasn't sure exactly what her life span would be. It could be just a typical human's lifespan of just a few decades, until she was eighty or ninety years old. But then again, it could be that similar to a noble vampire or a human that was changed. She could live for a few centuries before turning to dust. In some sick, twisted way, it made her happy. Happy that this pure-blood had chosen to live a life that wouldn't last forever, because she wasn't a pure-blood. She did not possess that immortality as they had.
"Are we returning to the estate?" she questioned. Although it was a dead giveaway, she still asked the question. For all she knew they could be returning back to the Academy. School would be starting again soon and as much as she didn't want to, they would be required to go back. They were still students after all. At least then she might be able to find a bit of comfort in someway. Since she wasn't part of the Night Class, it would give her a few hours of solace away from her husband. But why did that thought irritate her now?