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located in Cross Academy, a part of Vampire Knight: The Prophecy, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Nicole Edyta Character Portrait: Hikaru Minamoto
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Heā€™d been walking through the forest when he caught the scent. The moon drew close to full, and the beast in him hadnā€™t been this restless in many, many moons. Perhaps even centuries. He usually managed to keep it under control by a combination of his own emotional suppression and giving it what it wantedā€”in other words, by being sometimes Hikaru and sometimes Hotaru, but for once, it simply would not settle. There was something it wanted, and he could not allow it to drive him to take that thing. However much it may seem otherwise, he was not cruel, and he was not evil. There were things the beast could have, and things he would never allow it to.

It made him restless.

As it turned out, this was the fact that saved the life of his sister in law. He caught the scent of her mother, and of her father, the one that had been lingering about Sora after he was attacked. Nicole was in close proximity to them both, and both were bleeding. Hikaru did not stop to think about it. He did not consider the pros and cons of the situation, he did not even contemplate what morality and goodness demanded of him, because that was not the kind of person he was. He simply registered the situationā€”family, danger, and acted, taking off through the trees with incredible speed. Branches and trunks flashed by in the peripherals of his vision, but the ruby oculars focused on only one thing: the picture of Sebastian standing over his sister, and his nieces.

Hotaru didnā€™t like that, not one bit. Which was perhaps why, when he slammed into Sebastianā€™s side, it was with enough force to carry them both into the nearest oak treeā€”and shatter it, the resounding cracking of the wood echoing through the deepness of the forest even as it toppled over. The white-haired half-breed snarled, the sound ripping from his throat like a landslide, and he glared down at the man who dared harm what was under his protection.


Nicole slumped over as the weight of her father's control lifted, but it was only for a fraction of a second before her throat closed up again. She clutched at her chest, and as yet another pain sliced through her, the only thought in her head as she tried desprately to breathe was Not now. Please, not now. She understood now what her father was doing. By shutting off her airway, and putting her life in danger, he was forcing her into labor. And he had succeeded.

Sebastian, on the other hand, allowed something of a scowl to grace his face before he smirked. "And here I expected the Pure Blood to come along, not his lap dog. So be it, if you truly wish to die." He flickered, and then vanished. Nicole's eyes widened. He had resorted to that? She was forcing herself to wheeze, if only to keep concious, and she did the only thing she could think of. Her shadows began searching, feeling, and they found him. She pulled Sebastian out into the open, and while she lacked the strength to kill him, she could hold him in place long enough for Hotaru to kill him.


When his target disappeared out form under him, Hotaru immediately swung around. Nicoleā€™s condition was troubling, but it had to take second priority to the lunatic who wanted to take his nieces and possibly kill their mother. He didnā€™t know anything about childbirth, anyway, she was probably better able to cope on her own. What he was good at was killing things, and the moment she pulled him from the shadows, the snow-haired wolf had him by the throat, his hold choking, but not enough to kill him. Oh, not yet.

The smile that crossed his face was a very different kind of wicked than the one Shizuka knew. That one still maintained traces of playfulness, even along with the danger it conveyed. This one held only malice, and a certain kind of perverse enjoyment of the manā€™s obvious struggling. ā€œI donā€™t envy you then,ā€ Hotaru said darkly, voice raspy and low, ā€œBecause youā€™re about to get killed by a lap dog. How very shameful for you.ā€ Heā€™d show this fool exactly how much the purity of his blood mattered in the endā€”which was to say not at all. From the day heā€™d been born, Hikaru had been fighting to live, to find a place in a world that seemed intent upon rejecting him. It had made him strong, and it had made him sure. He would not hesitate.

His fangs, the part of him that as vampire, extended, but he wasnā€™t going to use them. Oh no. This would be no elegant death, no shattering into a million little specks of light. At least not right away. ā€œI donā€™t take a lot of things seriously,ā€ he remarked in that same voice, but this was almost conversational, and he watched Sebastian claw ineffectively at the hand that held him in an iron grip, ā€œBut my family is the exception. This is for my brother, who you made bleed.ā€ With his free hand, he took hold of Sebastianā€™s shoulder and yanked, dislocating the limb. But he didnā€™t stop, and his strength was such that he tore it right out of the socket, throwing the arm off to one side. Bits of flesh and blood spattered the perfect alabaster of his cheek, but he didnā€™t even blink. It was impossible for the man to scream, given the pressure on his windpipe, but Hotaru saw the realization beginning to blossom behind his eyes: he was going to die here. The fear only stretched his smile wider.

ā€œThis is for my nieces, who you will never touch.ā€ With a wet grinding and a sickening tear, his left arm joined his right on the grass. Sebastian was flickering in and out of consciousness, so Hotaru slapped him once, to make sure he was awake. ā€œAnd this,ā€ he said, drawing an arm back as his eyes flashed murderously, ā€œis for my sister, and everything she endured because of you.ā€ He plunged his hand into Sebastianā€™s chest, and the man really did dissolve then, turning to dust as his wife had not long before. The arms on the ground disintegrated as well, and Hotaru stepped back, looking at the blood on his hands with some mix of disinterest and disgust, before turning to Nicole.


Nicole showed little to no reaction to her father's death, other than she began coughing and gasping for air now that the pressure on her windpipe had left. She was rather happy he was dead, of course, but she had other matters on her mind right now. Like the fact that she was about to give birth in front of Hikaru. Or Hotaru, or whoever the hell was standing there, she really wasn't sure, and she had little time to think about it. Her arms shook as propped herself against a tree. She looked at Hotaru, dark rings under her eyes, with the whites of her eyes still blood-red from the lack of oxygen. "I'm...going to need...your help."

Bright red eyes blinked back at her, almost as if he didnā€™t believe that he was in fact the one being addressed. Surely, if she was seeking someone else to help her give birth she would have known that he was not the optimal choice. Or even a choice at all, really. But of course, he then recalled that there wasnā€™t any other choice, and his left eye started to twitch. He opened his mouth to violently protest the very notion, but closed it again. Anything for his family, right? ā€œYouā€™re going to need to tell me what to do,ā€ he said matter-of-factly. ā€œI donā€™t know anything about how to deliver children.ā€

Nicole smirked slightly. She had not missed the fact that he called her sister. She grit her teeth as another wave hit her, and for about a minute, she couldn't speak. "You need to look...and see if I'm crowning. If I am...then be ready...as soon...as her head is clear...she's going...to come sliding out. You'll have...to cut her...umbilical cord...then...give her...to me...there's no way...to tell...how long...before the other...crowns." She grit her teeth again, her fingers sinking into the ground as she clutched at it. She let out something like a cross between a grunt and a scream.

Checkā€¦? Oh. Oh. Well, that was a little awkward, wasnā€™t it? ā€œSora is going to owe me for the rest of our natural lives,ā€ he muttered, shaking his head and kneeling in front of Nicole. Perhaps fortunately, Nicole was wearing a dress, though if anyone had known that he was removing his sister-in-lawā€™s undergarments, this was not what they would have assumed, he was sure. Still, he told himself that nobody was ever going to hear about this, which was basically necessary for him to do it. His reputation did not include delivering children, and it was easier to be irritated than afraid, which was definitely the other option. People trusted him to take life, not to bring it about, in whatever small part he was responsible for this.

ā€œYouā€™re crowning,ā€ he told her, or at least he assumed that was what the fact that a babyā€™s head was partially visible meant. Oh, for the love ofā€”that was a babyā€™s head. A baby. And he was in charge of making sure it didnā€™t accidentally die! Gritting his teeth, Hotaru breathed deliberately through his nose, trying to ignore the smell. When that didnā€™t work, he switched to letting it pass through his slightly-open mouth. He noted the irregularity in Nicoleā€™s own breathing, and frowned. ā€œMatch your breaths to mine,ā€ he said, exaggerating both the sound and the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders so that she could do so. ā€œItā€™sā€¦ itā€™ll be fine.ā€

But he had to return his attention to the child after that, because it was definitely on its way now.


The pain was excruciating, blinding even. But she was able to focus on one thing: Hotaru's heartbeat. The sound grounded her, and her breathing regulated. She felt a crushing urge to bear down, and she did, screaming through her teeth all the while. True to what she had said, the child slid out of her rather easily, fluid and blood following it. She put her head back, panting, but at least half of it was finished. She didn't open her eyes as she spoke again. "Cut her cord and give her to me, Naya isn't very far behind her."

Hotaru caught the child, deftly sliding her from underneath her mother to hold for a moment against his chest. His shirt was beyond ruined by this point, but he found it honestly hard to care. Shifting enough to grow some claws, he used them to sever the umbilical cord, checking to make sure that the little girl was breathing before he handed her over to her mother and ducked back down to repeat the process. He wasnā€™t even the one pushing them out, and this may well be the most exhausting thing heā€™d ever doneā€¦

Nicole looked fondly at the daughter in her arms, so captivated that she barely registered the pain any longer. She was holding her daughter, Reiko. Even as she thought this, she was bearing down again, Naya sliding out of her much easier than her sister had. The afterbirth followed as well, and suddenly Nicole felt...empty. It was an odd thought, considering she almost felt like her heart was going to burst. As tired, sweaty, and disgusting as she was, she was smiling. That smile, however, vanished almost instantly when a smell hit her. It was blood, and it was Sora's. Her lips curled back as her fangs elongated, and she hissed. There was a venomous anger behind it, both for whatever was hurting Sora and the fact that, at the moment, she was utterly useless. Her eyes burned black as she looked at Hikaru. Her arms tightened around her daughters, and she nodded once to the man that she now -and would forevermore- consider her brother. "Go."

Hotaru caught the second infant with more certainty than the first, careful not to hurt her with the claws that remained and once more slicing through the umbilical cord with them. Thinking quickly, he shrugged out of his outer shirt, covered in blood and grime as it was, then removed his inner haori more carefully, only to use his free hand and teeth to rip it in half. Throwing one of the halves over his shoulder, he swaddled Naya in the one he still held, encasing the child gently in the soft linen. The other half, he offered to Nicole, so that she could do the same with Reiko.

It was then that the smell hit him, and a growl started low in his throat. Had his family not suffered enough this night? His lips pulled back from his teeth much as hers did, and he handed her Naya carefully as he could, pulling his outer haori back on and tying it in place. He nodded simply to her command, and took off in the direction of the blood.