|Finding solace in the dark is comforting, so let me sleep, until I see the light with the touch of a kiss. |
"Takeru. Takeru. Takeru. Please you have to eat something." This was the voice of the Headmaster as he stood outside the door. There was still no response. Before, the Headmaster let it pass. Since, Takeru was devastated by the death of someone he truly cared for. However, it was affecting his health. This was truly a great concern as he knocked once more. "Takky, you have to live on." Still, no response. The Headmaster finally decided to forcefully open the door which he was able to do with a master key. Well, this is his house to begin with. However, what he witnessed was a very pale and unconscious Takeru. Without a moment too soon, he ran to the boy's side and could see his fever has now caught up to him. "So stubborn. It must be a genetic trait..." There was a prominent sadness in this conclusion of his.
For the first time since 3 weeks and 6 days, Takeru was now out of his self-isolated room. However, this was only possible by the Headmaster carrying the younger man to the infirmary. There was another patient there which was Ekaterina. who was still asleep. The Headmaster had heard of what happened but there were still hazy details to all that had happened. He only hoped that these children would not be involved any further. Yet, it was quite impossible as they were the core of the entire matter. His protection could only do so little. It was frustrating in a sense. In any case, the Student Council president was treated with some medicines and dextrose to serve as his means of food. Soon, the Headmaster left Takeru as he still had duties to do and some matters to handle personally.
Unknown to anyone, Takeru was seeing portions of his lost memories or could it be even called that. It was like watching himself in front of a mirror. Yet, the reflection shown to him was not truly him. It was rather hard to explain this feeling he was experiencing. On the other side, there was a woman or perhaps, a girl. He could not tell. She had an appearance of a porcelain doll yet the grace of an elegant princess. Those eyes of saccharine purple held a distinctive familiarity and a sense of warmth. Hair that meshes with the darkness with the haze of purple followed her movements like a flowing silk curtain. She was truly a vision. Although, she was not alone. There was someone else near her. The problem he could not identify. This person was but a smudge.
"You do not have to be lonely." The female spoke with such a voice he could compare to an angel if they truly exist. "One day, I'll disappear from your heart." She reached for her companion's hand and placed it on her cheek. "It will be filled by other things which is not me." There was an answer but he did not hear it. A smile was present on the female's voice before giving a reply. "No. It means I have returned to be by your side again." There was a moment of comfortable silence. Takeru tried to reach the people who spoke and somehow he faintly knew. But soon, his vision was covered by blinding red. A scream echoed around him. What was happening? He tried to navigate himself through the never-ending crimson then there was a voice and a pair of hands grabbing his neck. "You should disappear."
It was then, he felt those hands tightened and began strangling him. He instantly tried to pry off those hands. However, it was useless. Is he going to die like this? This was absolutely pathetic. Then, it suddenly stop when a voice spoke. A voice so familiar to him. The same voice that haunted him quite a few times before. It reverberated through his consciousness. "Takky, you're attached more to our arrow than to the night, aren't you?" The tone was rather amused. Then, he heard someone replied. "I really like her... and I also like..." He knew the name was spoken but it was lost to him. "But, I want to be by her side the most. It is my promise." Then, the red that surrounded him dulled and soon a young boy was revealed to him. This boy was.... him. Those mismatched eyes looked at Takeru. "You have to remember them. Her."
Those eyes of red and black opened with such speed and shock reflected in those orbs of sight. He was breathing heavily for when the younger version of himself embraced him. Snippets of last smiles, last farewells, nonexistent faces surrounded him. But, the most that put him to an edge. "Was that Sacred?" He said in a breathless whisper. His last vision was that of lilac-colored eyes and the slightest faint of touch on his lips. He was kissed. Those were definitely odd dreams as he held his head. It was then he noticed a needle stuck to his arm and a dextrose bag not so far. Looking around, he concluded that this was the infirmary. The Headmaster must have taken him here. He still did have a fever and the feeling lingers. Moreover, he had physically put himself in degradation. But, could anyone blame him for it?
“Is anybody there?”
That voice, Takeru glanced to his side and finally took noticed that he was not alone in the infirmary. There beside is bed was the Russian girl, Ekaterina. The last time he saw her was at the dance. It seemed that something had happened to her provided such an array of medical equipment around the girl. She probably got worse than him. "Vasileva-san..." His voice was slightly weak and a bit hoarse from all the wails he had done for the past days. "I'm here... It's Takeru." The lingering sadness was still present and yet, he did not want to bother the girl for it. So, he tried to smile, he truly did try. It was hard. Very hard.
For the first time since 3 weeks and 6 days, Takeru was now out of his self-isolated room. However, this was only possible by the Headmaster carrying the younger man to the infirmary. There was another patient there which was Ekaterina. who was still asleep. The Headmaster had heard of what happened but there were still hazy details to all that had happened. He only hoped that these children would not be involved any further. Yet, it was quite impossible as they were the core of the entire matter. His protection could only do so little. It was frustrating in a sense. In any case, the Student Council president was treated with some medicines and dextrose to serve as his means of food. Soon, the Headmaster left Takeru as he still had duties to do and some matters to handle personally.
Unknown to anyone, Takeru was seeing portions of his lost memories or could it be even called that. It was like watching himself in front of a mirror. Yet, the reflection shown to him was not truly him. It was rather hard to explain this feeling he was experiencing. On the other side, there was a woman or perhaps, a girl. He could not tell. She had an appearance of a porcelain doll yet the grace of an elegant princess. Those eyes of saccharine purple held a distinctive familiarity and a sense of warmth. Hair that meshes with the darkness with the haze of purple followed her movements like a flowing silk curtain. She was truly a vision. Although, she was not alone. There was someone else near her. The problem he could not identify. This person was but a smudge.
"You do not have to be lonely." The female spoke with such a voice he could compare to an angel if they truly exist. "One day, I'll disappear from your heart." She reached for her companion's hand and placed it on her cheek. "It will be filled by other things which is not me." There was an answer but he did not hear it. A smile was present on the female's voice before giving a reply. "No. It means I have returned to be by your side again." There was a moment of comfortable silence. Takeru tried to reach the people who spoke and somehow he faintly knew. But soon, his vision was covered by blinding red. A scream echoed around him. What was happening? He tried to navigate himself through the never-ending crimson then there was a voice and a pair of hands grabbing his neck. "You should disappear."
It was then, he felt those hands tightened and began strangling him. He instantly tried to pry off those hands. However, it was useless. Is he going to die like this? This was absolutely pathetic. Then, it suddenly stop when a voice spoke. A voice so familiar to him. The same voice that haunted him quite a few times before. It reverberated through his consciousness. "Takky, you're attached more to our arrow than to the night, aren't you?" The tone was rather amused. Then, he heard someone replied. "I really like her... and I also like..." He knew the name was spoken but it was lost to him. "But, I want to be by her side the most. It is my promise." Then, the red that surrounded him dulled and soon a young boy was revealed to him. This boy was.... him. Those mismatched eyes looked at Takeru. "You have to remember them. Her."
Those eyes of red and black opened with such speed and shock reflected in those orbs of sight. He was breathing heavily for when the younger version of himself embraced him. Snippets of last smiles, last farewells, nonexistent faces surrounded him. But, the most that put him to an edge. "Was that Sacred?" He said in a breathless whisper. His last vision was that of lilac-colored eyes and the slightest faint of touch on his lips. He was kissed. Those were definitely odd dreams as he held his head. It was then he noticed a needle stuck to his arm and a dextrose bag not so far. Looking around, he concluded that this was the infirmary. The Headmaster must have taken him here. He still did have a fever and the feeling lingers. Moreover, he had physically put himself in degradation. But, could anyone blame him for it?
“Is anybody there?”
That voice, Takeru glanced to his side and finally took noticed that he was not alone in the infirmary. There beside is bed was the Russian girl, Ekaterina. The last time he saw her was at the dance. It seemed that something had happened to her provided such an array of medical equipment around the girl. She probably got worse than him. "Vasileva-san..." His voice was slightly weak and a bit hoarse from all the wails he had done for the past days. "I'm here... It's Takeru." The lingering sadness was still present and yet, he did not want to bother the girl for it. So, he tried to smile, he truly did try. It was hard. Very hard.
||“You told me once I was like the snow. That is good. Because, I can bury our memories for eternity.”||
"I love you. But, I'm also terrified. I can't imagine my life without you."
There was a great irony in those words. In the end, that person was gone from his life. Never to return. Never to be found. Never to be a part of his life again. If that person cannot bear to be without him, why is there no one here beside him? Those words instead reflected him. He should have been the one who said that. Because, it was the exact thing that he felt all these time. Even history cannot change that, his memories still remained within him. The gentle touches, the sweet kisses, the most beloved scent, the one-sided arguments, the warmth, the smiles, the tears, everything was still here. His eyes were closed as he placed a lollipop in his mouth again. Its sweetness meshed inside him and soon gave him a familiar sensation long gone. A sweetness so tragic.
"I'll see you later."
How could he have known? It was a goodbye. He should have seen through that smile. He should have felt the lingering sadness. If he had, he could have done something to prevent such pain. Perhaps, if he had been more strong. None of this would happen. Moving his head slightly, a tingle of his bell earring echoed within the room. This accessory was a warning. It was to deliver the message, he was there. At first, he truly did not understand such a notion. It would be inefficient for him in every sense. Yet, he had comply to the wishes. There was not much to go against to. Besides, he really did not mind it. Now, all those words, all those small nervous gestures, those unfinished statements, and that last smile. He now understood it. His very existence provided pain. Still, he was protected even if he really did not deserve it. He now know all of this because of that person, Moirae.
"Lord Sacrilegious, no matter what you do. I will always be on your side."
A human girl which he had turned into a creature of the night. The cursed being that can never know peace and the sense of revival to come. Though, it was a willful choice of hers. He could still have refused but he did not. Was it really goodwill? Sympathy? Whim? Or he did not want to be alone anymore? Yes, it was probably because he was tired being on his own. So, he bounded the girl to him by the means of the forbidden blood. Casting such a pure soul into the chains of darkness, it was out of his own selfish desire. A girl who had become dear even when he kept his distance. She also did. But, her blood cannot deny the love she possessed for him. Now, here he is. Not caring how much time had passed. Not concerned about anything else. Well, those lot can attack again and he would not move a finger. All that remained was a void.
Sigh. He released a sigh as he stood from the couch with the lollipop still in his mouth. The bells ringing at his movement. A ribbon swaying gently around his wrist. The pure blood just wanted to go away. To just leave. He really did not care for what purpose. He just wanted to leave. Opening his doors, he could see a pile of documents. letters, gifts, and treats. It was probably from the night class students worried about him. Whether, it was by a degree of respect or affection. He truly did not care. Although, he appreciated the gesture in the least. Then, there was probably his duties as a student. Taking one of the letter with an incredibly annoying hue of purple, he opened it only to see the writing of the Headmaster.
"Sacred-kun! How are you? Are you feeling a bit energetic now? If you want blood, I will let you drink mine! Anyway, pack up! Ageha-chan invited all of us to stay at her summer house at the tropics!I will pick you up around 7-ish? Well, lots of love!
Headmaster Cross."
He had never felt the urge to kill someone like this before Judas. If it was possible to strangle the Headmaster to a slow death, he would have done so now. The letter was instantly burned into ashes. He could still feel a vein on his forehead pulsed in annoyance. Can the man not write a proper letter to him without all those sprinkles of glitter and annoying color. Although, a trip was not bad. He did want to leave and anywhere was fine. Still, it was the act of Ageha. Somehow, he did not want to see her, not right now. If he did, he might just remember the past. Moreover, she must have been informed about what happened here and to Moirae. What to do? There is no doubt, she will be talking about the silver-haired girl. Right now, he just want to forget so badly. Bury it in the unmelting snow.