Miku Tsuiyomi's Story

Draven Rineheart

Draven was, frankly put, greatly irked. That darn brother of his kept glancing at him every other minute, only so that cold blue eyes could meet with shadowed dark in a glare. Really, clad in white and with his wings, the angel couldn’t possibly stand out more than he was right now… then again, Draven was hardly one to talk. In his less-than-formal black attire and silver-trimmed mask, the demon prince had quite a presence as well. He was all too aware that the attention was probably less than positive, but really, he didn’t care what the others thought of him. It wasn’t as if he had wanted to attend such a boring event anyway. Boring. Tedious. Far less than interesting. There were far too many words to describe such a pointless and suffocating event.

Just as Draven was about to leave, hoping to catch a breath of fresh air, he noticed the rustling of white wings. Whatever could his dear brother have been up to now? Now normally, Draven wouldn’t have cared less – simply going off on his own little mischief-making… but then he noticed what the angel had seen. A girl? He noted that she was a little short for his tastes. Really, it would be tiresome to stare down at her all day. ‘Like an insect,’ he mused... and then he sighed. Just a mere couple years ago, he never would have even dreamed of such condescending thoughts. Whether it was a change for the better or the worse, he wasn’t all too sure. If there was one thing Draven was sure about, it was that Loki wasn’t going to have a pleasant evening. Not if he had anything to say about it.

The demon didn’t decide to follow his brother exactly, but chose to keep tabs on his actions. If he was so interested in that girl, there were so many ways Draven could have things go wrong. When he saw a small white bird appear in the angel’s hand, it took all his willpower to keep from beheading the creature right then and there. Really, what could his brother have seen in such aggravating creatures? Doves? Flaunting white feathers, pretending to be pure… they were related to the common pigeon, really, how pure could they be? Like Loki and Draven. When an angel shares blood with a demon, really, how pure could he be?

It all merely got worse when the dove began to sing… oh, how he wanted to strangle the irritating bird… he would have too, if it weren’t for a different sound – a sweeter sound. Singing along with the bird? No, the bird was singing along with it. How strange. ‘This whole ball got a trifle more interesting,’ he thought as he searched for the source of such an enchanting melody. His realization was a startling one. The small girl? Really? He certainly hadn’t expected such a sound to come from such shy-seeming girl.

The dove soon disappeared – oh, good riddance. To Draven’s dismay, however, the song had also stopped – what a waste. The demon rolled his eyes when the angel stretched his wings in excitement. One day, his brother would see just how useless they were – that and they were going to poke an eye out someday. However, when Draven saw why, he merely found the angel’s gesture amusing – really? All this over a short little girl?

And then she trips. Draven couldn’t stifle the snicker that escaped him in time. Such a clumsy girl… but then, ever the hero, Loki had to go and save the day. Of course. The demon prince watched as his brother dashed forward, grasping the girl’s hand tightly and placing her back on her feet before she could collide rather painfully with the polished ballroom floor. There was silence. And then a bow. And then an introduction. How sweet. Draven just had to ruin the moment for the two.

Putting on a grin, he stepped forward, clapping his hands in mock applause. “Wonderful save, dearest brother,” he chimed, mirthful in tone and demeanour… but there was merely malice in his eyes. Loki was such a hateful being… so of course Draven couldn’t just leave him in peace.

Draven Rineheart

Draven’s grin grew as the girl’s attention was redirected. Surely Loki wasn’t all too pleased about that… ah, yes. Responding. “I’m Draven Rineheart, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Tsuiyomi,” he said, still in that cheery tone of his. “I apologize – I didn’t quite mean to eavesdrop.” Lies, all of it. Of course he had been listening intentionally. And really, it wasn’t at all a pleasure, but at least for now, a show of courtesy couldn’t hurt. After all…

“So, you’re my dear brother’s fiancé.” He cast a glance at the angel, gauging his reaction – after all, everyone reacted in different ways… they were always the most interesting and entertaining aspect of people. Just to let the angel know his intent, Draven sent a small smirk over his shoulder before turning his attention back to the short girl. Smiling broadly, he asked seemingly in jest, “Are you certain you wouldn’t care for a change of partners?”

Draven couldn’t care less who he was engaged to… he just didn’t want Loki look so darn happy. It was aggravating, that angel’s smile… Despite the cruel thoughts, Draven’s expression remained composed, fixed in that air of joviality. Ah, putting on an act was second-nature to him now… but if he was lucky and managed to set off just the right chain of responses, his true self would show soon enough.

Draven Rineheart

Finally he was out of that dreadfully over-decorated ballroom. It felt like Draven could breathe at last as he tore the extravagant mask from his face. Really, a masquerade – there was nothing more foolish. People were easily recognized by their voice and their mannerisms. Covering the face hid nothing. It was simply another source of irritation. He wasn’t fond of the idea of carrying such a useless object around all day, so Draven instead carelessly cast it over his shoulder as he walked. Who cared where it landed?

Frankly put, the demon was bored… very bored. The palace was pretty and luxurious and all, for sure, but there was very little he could actually enjoy within its walls. Perhaps he should go search for a raven? That seemed an appropriately entertaining course of action for him, but just as Draven was about to do so, he heard a clear tone call out, “You’re Loki’s brother, right?”

Oh how he hated being called that angel’s brother… Although Draven often called the angel such to annoy him, the demon was also greatly irritated by reference to their relation. He immediately looked up, searching for the offender. Then he spotted her in the distance – a slight young girl… a person he most certainly hadn’t expected. Loki’s fiancé… how interesting. What was her name again…? Even though he couldn’t quite recall, he pulled on a smile and waved to the girl.

“Yes – but do call me Draven,” he called across to her. What route did he have to take to get to the short girl’s window again? Really, he couldn’t quite recall her full name… he hadn’t thought it necessary to remember it. ’Miku…?’ Her surname completely escaped him. “If I recall correctly, you’re Miku,” he said, ignoring the fact that he might be being a little too familiar with her. Honestly, he didn’t really care.