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Asuka Fujiwara

"Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies."

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a character in “Vampire Knight: The Devil's Dance”, as played by Azazel

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Nickname: Fujiwara

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Dhampir - Appears Human for the most part.

Role: Prefect




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"Whatever course you decide upon, there is always someone to tell you that you are wrong. There are always difficulties arising which tempt you to believe that your critics are right. To map out a course of action and follow it to an end requires courage."








Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Green

Skin Tone: Pale

Height: 5'5

Weight: 125

Physical Description: Asuka is a woman of average height. She isn't tall, and it is something she is thankful for. Standing at five foot five inches tall, she could be considered quite the plain person. Her body is not something she is terribly fond of, a willowing frame with thin arms and legs with hardly any muscle or fat. Although she does have strength in her arms, her appearance often times appears deceiving. Her body in terms of shape could be considered athletic in size and slightly curved around the lower portion of her body, taking them in around her waist area. She has rather long legs and torso, giving her a much higher height. She weighs in at around one hundred and twenty-five pounds; an average weight for her height. Her eyes are rather large and expressive, always determined in some way or another. The color is a bit unique. While appearing a dazzling emerald, they are in fact a jade green color. They appear pastel to a point that she has been asked multiple times if she wears contacts. Her eyebrows hover over her eyes, shaped thinly and arch ever the slightest towards the ends.

Her hair is a rather interesting color. While not being completely pure brown color, it retains a certain sheen to it. Highlights of red can be seen in her hair, giving it an auburn color in appearance. She leaves her hair down most of the time, allowing it to cascade down her back towards her hips in soft waves. Other times, she'll just throw it into a ponytail or a loose ponytail. Her bangs are styled so that they fall into her eyes and rest against the bridge of her nose. Some of the strands fall so that they rest against the middle of her cheeks, framing her face and giving a subtle glow to her eyes. Her skin is an ivory color with a light peachy glow to it. She doesn't have to do much with it to make it appear the way it does and often compliments it is her best feature.




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"What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you."








Romantic Interest: To be Determined

Skills and Abilities: She likes to consider herself an average girl, however; she is actually quite skilled with acrobatics. She is flexible to the point that it makes people a bit uncomfortable and she will demonstrate it just to make them squirm. She gets a kick out of it. She is also rather perceptive, able to understand and piece things together in a matter of minutes that will usually take someone hours. She has a sharp memory and is able to memorize anything should she need to. The farthest memory she has is of when she was five years old. She can play the piano fairly well, but her favorite instrument is the violin. She has a peculiar gift for it and is often playing it whenever she has free time. Here is a piece she recently learned to play.

Other: Asuka is actually the daughter of a pure-blood vampire by the name of Mukuro Shoto. She has inherited his ability to create and manipulate ice at her whim, however; she doesn't use this...at all for fear of being discovered as something different. She even kept this ability a secret from her Uncle while growing up with him. She also has a familiar in the shape of a white owl she named "Snow" whom she is telepathically linked to. Asuka has to feed on blood at least once every couple of months, otherwise she risks going into a shock. She tends to hide the blood tablets when she's drinking and will often claim it is fruit punch or something of the sort when she drinks it around the humans.

She is the only known Dhampir to be in existence and is extremely cautious as to not harm herself or be harmed. She doesn't want anyone to know of her vampiric side and since vampires have heightened senses, she is afraid to bleed as they will find her blood a bit...different from that of a regular human. When she has to feed, she has to wear contacts, otherwise her eyes will turn a vermilion color. She also own's a white cat she has nicknamed "Snowball" but his name is Yuki. In reality, it is a stray cat that visit's her dorm more often than most. Snow and Yuki do not seem to get along and Snow will chase Yuki away when he is around. He hasn't told Asuka why though. Like the vampires, she has heightened senses and her ability to manipulate ice.

Likes:
+ Mango flavored items
+ Rain
+ Singing
+ Playing Violin
+ Winter

Dislikes:
- Dark Chocolate
- Bitter-sweet foods
- Conflict
- Mushrooms
- Summer/Heat




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"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail."








Personality: Asuka is a rather perplexed individual. At times, she can appear withdrawn, and seemingly heartless. This is not the case as the façade she wears is a bit different. She is analytical, observant, and calculative to the bone. She takes things very seriously which leaves no room for a sense of humor. By all means that doesn't mean she doesn't have one, she just doesn't take things lightly. She is a straightforward person and doesn't hesitate to speak her mind or wear her heart on her sleeve. This has often caused her to have a select few friends who can take the blunt, forward attitude she harbors. She doesn't like to keep things from people, and feels as if she were a horrible person unless it is truly for their own good. In a way, she is much of a tomboy than anything else. She isn't afraid to get her hands dirty and isn't exactly the most feminine girl. She will always be the first to volunteer for anything as most people tend to hesitate. She'll see it as a challenge and will tackle it head on, even if she cannot complete it.

Despite this, Asuka's other side, the withdrawn one, is usually the side she hates the most. When forced into a corner, her whole demeanor will go from being laid-back to serious within a heartbeat. It's her way of focusing on the matter at hand and concentrating on the source. She doesn't like being threatened and will usually respond extremely hostile towards them. When it comes to her family and friends, she will become a totally different person. She is extremely protective of them and will do everything in her power to keep them safe, disregarding her own well-being. She isn't afraid to become physical with someone should they have the nerve to bother her family or friends, even herself. Regardless, Asuka can have a gentle side that is only seen by close friends and family. She will revert to a serene façade and will usually be considered almost doting. This side is very rare though and is only shown with great care




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"Treat a man as he is, and he will remain as he is. Treat a man as he could be, and he will become what he should be."








History: Asuka had rather odd parents. Her mother was a human by the name of Ayame Fujiwara and her father, a vampire simply known as Mukuro. His last name was never given. The two had met one night, he out on a prowl for his next meal, while she was just trying to enjoy the night. Ayame was instantly attracted to the man as she hadn't seen a man so beautiful as Mukuro. He seduced her, used her attraction towards him to his advantage and the two shared a night of ecstasy (mainly on her part). The next day, Ayame found herself in a bed, alone and two puncture marks on her inner thigh.

Three months down the road, Ayame found herself pregnant. She couldn't understand exactly, but she decided to keep the child. In her last trimester, Ayame found something unusual about her pregnancy. She had started craving blood, and not just any blood. It was a specific type of human blood. Thanks to a connection she had, Ayame managed to recieve the blood through a friend who worked at a blood bank.

It became apparent why when Asuka was born. Tradition states that a vampire that mingled with a human, the child would be considered a Noble vampire. This, however, was not the case with Asuka. She had the abilities of a vampire, and yet retained the humanity of a human. She was something completely different. This information was not known to Ayame at the time, and tried to raise Asuka as best as she could.

It became too much for Ayame, however, when she found Asuka drinking from a man that had tried to kidnap her. He was a human who thought that she would be the perfect tool to easy money. Ayame was a woman born into wealth and whoever this man had been, knew it. Ayame couldn't deal with the stress of raising a monster and gave Asuka to her uncle. The man was a vampire hunter who had stumbled into the world by accident and kept it hidden from his sister.

Asuka simply called him Uncle Fujiwara. Uncle Fujiwara raised Asuka along with his own son, Hayate. He taught them both the basics of self-defense so that they would be able to defend themselves should something ever happen to them. When they caught on, he began to teach them more advanced things such as fighting with a weapon and handling multiple enemies at once. Uncle Fujiwara had revealed to Hayate what Asuka was when she was ten and at first, he was distant from Asuka and often showered her in his disdain for her vampiric side, however; as the two grew, so did their bond. Hayate became fond of his cousin as did Asuka and often referred to each other as Onii-san and Imouto-chan. By the time she was fourteen, she had already excelled in her self-defense and weapons training. It was also along this time that she enrolled into Cross Academy at the behest of her Uncle. Why, he never gave her a motive, he just wanted her to attend and live there.

When she enrolled, she took up the position as prefect, wanting to give herself a purpose for being there. She wouldn't realize how easily she'd ease into the position and how quickly. During her reign as prefect, she wasn't feared, but respected by both species mainly because of how seriously she took her job. Not to mention she could match most vampires in their speed and strength and was able to keep most humans at bay with just a glance. She is currently in her last year of Cross Academy and has managed to keep her vampiric side underwraps, feeding only when she needs to and keeping her scent hidden by mingling as much as possible with the humans, but after the renovations over the summer, she isn't sure how much longer she can keep it a secret.




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"The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well."







So begins...

Asuka Fujiwara's Story

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"The decision I made, was it truly the right thing to do? "




Asuka stared at the pure-blood in front of her. It seemed he was having his own inner turmoil about whether to accept her offer or not. Honestly, she didn't blame him. While she had remained calm, she was in fact wrecked with thoughts that kept plaguing her. She had tried for so many years to contain her secret, and yet; here she was offering blood to help the vampire sustain his life. It did not help matters when his blood had continued to spill from the open wound and continued to assault the area they were in with the smell of roses. She could feel the itch in the back of her throat to latch onto the vampire and drain his blood, however; the flickering of crimson and jade displayed her fight for control.

Her human side would eventually win, as she turned away from the vampire. She had more control over her thirst than she gave herself credit for. She could hear Snow scolding her slightly as her face remained the same as Zenith's: stoic and unwavering. She had seen his step backwards and knew that he was rejecting the notion. Whatever pride or stubbornness he had that kept him from accepting her token would have to be pushed aside if he wanted to live. She could see Haruka in the distance approaching and quickly glanced back at Zenith. It was in a moments notice that she found herself pulled towards the pure-blood. Her eyes widened slightly before she found her surroundings blurred.

He was running, and that caused her to worry a bit. With such strain on the body, it would cause his wound to bleed profusely. She sighed as she leaned into the pure-blood and shut her eyes. The wind was irritating them and she didn't want to be blinded by something so menial. When they came to a stop, they were atop a tower. She pulled away slightly, however; his hold was firm as he held her shoulders and she glanced into the flickering irises of gold and vermilion. He had asked her to forgive him as he nestled her neck and sank his fangs into the tender area. She winced at the pain but remained where she was.

She could feel her bottom lip quivering and the salty tears forming in her eyes. She was glad that he could not see them as she forced them back. When he removed himself, she could feel a slight shiver run down her back as he licked some of the blood off of her neck. She had to keep herself remaining calm, after all. She just revealed parts of herself to a vampire, a pure-blood no less, that she had no inkling to do so. Shouldn't have been this way Asuka, she could hear Snow as Zenith thanked her. Before she could reply, she felt slightly dizzy; a side affect of how much blood he actually took. She couldn't even see or feel the hand that touched her cheek so delicately as a warmth covered her. Slowly, her eyes lulled to the notion of sleep and before her eyes could close, she briefly thought if Sora was okay. She had left him by himself after that small incident.

"You...'re...wel...come," she slurred out before her eyes closed. Snow, hovering above the two, had watched the scene unfold. He could see the memories that poured from Asuka as the pure-blood took her blood. Although he wouldn't have objected to her using her blood to heal a vampire, the fact that she even considered it caused the avian bird slight worry. How would this pure-blood react to the fact that she wasn't human, and yet; she wasn't vampire. A creature caught between both worlds was never heard of in vampire lore and for her to expose such an intimate secret, what was really going through her mind? Sora was a different story. He was a pure-blood that Snow had grown attached to because of his personality. Zenith, he was the complete opposite. He closed himself off from people by choice where as Sora had only closed people off because of his persona.

He was brutally honest and people couldn't seem to handle the thought of being told otherwise. Zenith appeared as if he were trying to cover something up, something no one was supposed to know. Whatever the reason, Snow shook his head as he followed from behind as the pure-blood took his master to her dorm room. He had spotted Haruka not too far behind and decided to keep an eye on her as well. Asuka wouldn't forgive him or herself if something happened to the girl she was growing attached to. What are you doing Asuka, he stated to himself as he landed on a branch located just outside the shared dorm room. His ice-blue gaze never left his master's sleeping form nor the pure-blood that slept in the chair.




Bright pink eyes stared down into jade colored ones, a smile plastered upon the face of a woman. Her golden locks flickered with the morning breeze as her hand squeezed tightly upon the young jade-eyed girl. She pulled the summer hat further down her eyes as to block out the bright sun and seemed content. Asuka smiled childishly as she glanced up at her mother. She seemed so happy and carefree that it rubbed off on Asuka. She wanted to be like her mother when she was older, and before she could speak, she felt herself being ripped from her mothers grasp. A laughter filled the air, almost as if they were a baying hyena.

Asuka was frightened, her eyes wide and on the verge of tears. This laughter, this voice...she's heard it before. But who did it belong to? She glanced around in a haze, the only thing in sight were a pair of eyes staring back at her. They were tilted upwards in a display of amusement, but that wasn't what captured her attention. The color, the eyes were a pale blue, almost transient in a sense until one of them flickered into a crimson dye. She saw lips moving, saying something to her, but she couldn't understand them. The fangs that protruded from them held a slight fear in her mind and for a moment, it seemed as if they would consume her.




Asuka woke with a startled breath, sitting up rapidly in her bed and regretting it immediately. Her vision faded from in between as she felt light headed. She groaned slightly as she felt a cold sweat encompass her body. She wiped a few beads from her forehead as she glanced around. She was in her room. How did she get to her room? What happened last night? These questions haunted her mind until her gaze fell upon the sleeping form of the one pure-blood she remembered seeing in a mangled state last night. A frown marred her face as her hands subconsciously went for her neck. She could feel the puncture wounds were healed already, but that didn't account for the dizzy, weakness that filled her body.

He took more blood than what was necessary, she heard Snow state as she peered out the window to him. She frowned slightly. She gave blood to the vampire? When did she do that? Why couldn't she remember that? It was last night, after the explosions. You are just fatigued from the lack of blood coursing through your veins. You need to replenish it, he stated, causing her frown to deepen. She couldn't do it, not with Haruka in the room. Sure, she already knew about the vampire world, and it was technically Asuka's fault, but she was...embarrassed to say the least. It was revealing a side she never wanted anyone to know. And yet you let him feed on you? Hypocrite, she could feel the slight disappointment in Snow's voice when he spoke.

What would you have had me do then Snow? You were the one that said to help him, and I couldn't let his nature take over. What if he had subconsciously attacked Haruka? Do you know how hard it is to resist blood when injured so deeply, she retorted. Because she was still human, anti-vampire weapons didn't work on her. Her human blood sought to that protection and she was slightly grateful. She had heard how painful it could be to be injured with one of those weapons, and it terrified Asuka when someone had accidentally attacked her with it. She laid back in her bed, staring at the ceiling as the thoughts plagued her mind. It was her duty as a prefect to keep the Day class students safe, but with the merge, she was also tasked to keep the Night Class safe as well.

She wouldn't break that oath she made. Is that the truthful reason why you did what you did? Or is it just that that side of you wants out? You cannot keep it from consuming you Asuka, and if you don't find a way, you might be the one that needs to be kept away to keep those humans of yours safe, Snow badgered her as she slipped an arm over her eyes, cutting of her connection to Snow as she laid in bed. She would think of something, but for now, if Zenith woke and had questions, she would be obligated to answer them.

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|“Revealing oneself is truly a do or die situation, which makes me wonder what will I choose.”|

He liked it here. It was comforting and completely serene. As if, there was nothing that could bring it harm. The birds sang a chorus while the blooming spring flowers filled the area so gently. Yes, this was a good place to be. Eyes of gold looked at the blue skies while the sun shone with noble pride. His sight was only obscured when another pair of amber-hued eyes looked at him with amusement. He liked being reflected by those precious eyes. "You like the sun too much Saint. Are you planning to have a tan?" His hand reached for that person's face which connected. "Amalthea." The way he spoke that name was like a precious artifact. In response, she leaned to his touch and coyly asked. "Hmm... Did you miss me that much?" Without a moment to soon, he answered. "Yes." This was rewarded with a light giggle. "You should learn to tease and lie, baby brother."

There was a moment of silence between the two before he spoke once more. "Why?" His question made Amalthea placed her face closer to his as those eyes of similar gold flickered with subtle meaning. "It can mean between life and death. Plus, it can save you." Hearing the answer, he then placed his arms around her neck to pull her closer to him. Their lips just a breath away from each other. "I do not need it. Only you can save me." Amalthea smiled at this. "Silly Saint, don't regret it." She then closed the gap between them as their lips were sealed in a kiss. A fluttering sensation enough to fuel a deeper bond and, he really did not mind at all.


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And with that, Zenith returned to reality. His eyes opened so softly like a shy blossoming flower before it revealed those topaz-colored eyes of nothingness. It had been a long time since he had a dream with such vivid details about a distant memory. Moreover, a world of the past where Amalthea was present. A world he would like to have back if it was only within this world's logic. He would have done everything and without a moment of a hesitation. Even his beliefs and pride would be cast away, if it mean that she she would exist again. Nothing else mattered. Yet, it was not meant to be. That was the hardest thing to accept despite what anyone says otherwise.

Dismissing such depressing thoughts, he alerted himself with the situation at hand. Looking at the comforter around his frame. The distinctive scent provided him to who the owner of such an object. It was the human girl, Haruka Yamazaki. Even more so, he could sense her presence within the room. He did not find that surprising or even a bit trifling. This was her room and should only be proper for her to be here. Unlike his presence, he delicately removed the blanket around him as if it was treasured antiquity. When done, he stood from his seat and approached the bed where Haruka was without a warm cloth to cover her. The girl was too good which he could also say the same with the prefect.

Ever so gently, he placed the comforter on her form as he watched her continue to sleep. The girl definitely needed the rest judging from the emotional turmoil she had been placed by knowing the world of the night. He was proud of her not forgetting but at the same time, he was concerned if she could truly continue without breaking from her light. After a few moments, he turned his back at the human girl and returned to the side of the prefect. However, he looked at the window. The sun was definitely up and about. Yet, what he was interested in was the snow white owl which was perched warily on the branch of a tree. He knew of the avian creature. It was the prefect's familiar. Such notion came from the memories that he had received last night.

Polite as ever, Zenith gave the owl, who he knew as Snow, a polite greeting with a bow of the head. After doing so, he then focused his attention to the prefect which was now awake without a doubt. He could sense it well. The girl needed to replenish herself. It is his fault that the girl was low on her blood. As such, he procured some blood pills and concocted a drink for her. "Good morning, Ms. Fujiwara." He started to alert the prefect who seemed to be profoundly bothered about something. Well, he did have many matters that could be the topic of her thoughts. "You need to drink this." He offered the glass to her with his usual stone-faced expression.

But his next words were rather unexpected or may be it was not. "If it would not suffice, I will provide your needs as compensation." It was spoken with a spill of an emotion and with its pristine monotone. However, it would be wrong to judge his words as untrue for not even once did Zenith ever not do what he had say and he had always mean every statement that came out of his lips. Looking at the prefect more carefully, he could conclude what ails her the most is the truth about her identity. He was not that surprised about it since he had seen a portion of it from the memories of Haruka. Now, he had connected the pieces to the prefect's memories and feelings. Then, there was the statement he had heard that night from his roommate. It now all makes sense.

"Your secret is not mine to speak of." He stated wanting to deliver a semblance of peace of mind to the girl who might be expecting a barrage of questions from him. Zenith was never the kind to pry and would only provide insights to bring a certain point of view. Even then, he would allow the other party to decide entirely. As for him, he would be there to watch over them in the distance. It was better that way. "You are troubled, I can tell about who you are and what you are." He continued. "I dislike what I am however, this is who I am. Do not follow in my footsteps." There was no tone of falsity as he delivered his words with such clarity and stillness. "Ms. Fujiwara will still be Ms. Fujiwara despite of what you are. I believe you have the strength to overcome the things you dislike about yourself."

He was not sure if his words were bringing his point across or was it causing further confusion about his opinion about her rare state. Yet, he continued on. "It will be hard to find things you like about yourself when you are neither as a whole. I know how difficult it is to like oneself. How could you find the things good about you when all you could see are the terrible ones." Slowly, he placed a hand on the prefect's head. It was a comforting gesture he had learned from Amalthea. "I believe it is much better when someone tells you that it is okay to be you. Even more so, when someone tells you are liked as you are. Then, you can learn to see the good things about yourself. It is then you can try harder to accept everything about you and be you proudly." Removing his hand on her head, Zenith remained stoic as ever. "In the end, I like Ms. Fujiwara. There is not one thing I would change about you."

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"A choice between the mind a choice between the heart should be left to the one that holds them both."




Snow watched as the pure-blood rose from his slumber and moved around in the shared room of Asuka and Haruka. His eyes never left the pure-blood, instead, opting to study his movements and his gait. He seemed to have regained his composure and his strength. Thief, Snow wanted to state, but knew it wouldn't be proper. After all, it was Asuka who offered him the blood in the first place. He merely nodded to acknowledge the pure-bloods gesture before ruffling his feathers. He appeared like a white cotton ball now as he closed his eyes. He didn't need to see whatever decision Asuka would make with the silver-haired male.

Asuka's thoughts were interrupted by the shifting of a body through her room. She knew it was Zenith, walking to give Haruka back the comforter that had been placed on him during the night before returning to her side of the bed. She kept her arm against her forehead when he greeted her, removing it only when he spoke of drinking something. She glanced at him, his expression unreadable as she sat up slowly in her bed. She could see the contents of the cup and hesitantly, she took it from his grasp. She glanced over towards the opposite side of the room, sighing with relief that Haruka was still asleep. She returned her gaze to Zenith before peering down at the blood-filled cup. A frown marred her face as he continued to speak.

"That," she paused, placing both hands on the cup as she closed her eyes. "won't be necessary," she continued, placing the cup to the side of her bed stand. Her body may have lost a lot of blood, but it only felt as if she had donated it. With some solid food and a few more hours of rest, she would be fine. At least, she hoped she would. She could feel Snow pecking at the barrier she pulled up, trying to tell her not to be an idiot. Drink the blood, she mocked to herself in Snow's voice as a light smile pulled at her lips. She had kept her gaze on her hands folded in front of her as Zenith continued to speak, causing the smile to once again be pulled into a frown.

"I...don't dislike what I am," she began, clutching the sheets a bit with her hands. "I dislike the fact that I can't be a whole. I am neither one or the other. I am like a shade of gray. I do not have a light, and I do not have a darkness," she stated. In a sense it was true. She had both worlds constantly at a battle inside of her and it felt as if she were in a neutral coloring. She couldn't have light in her because of her vampiric side, and she couldn't have dark because of her human side. She was what black and white created. She was gray. She almost wanted to laugh at his next choice of words. She would always be herself. It sounded like déjà vu. Sora had spoken almost the same words to her that night she bit Haruka. With that thought, she allowed herself to smile again. Her attention was captured when Zenith placed a hand on her head, almost in a comforting gesture. She tilted her head a bit to stare at the pure-blood, his eyes never betraying the stoic facade of his face. How could she find the good in the bad things?

"If someone were to say it were okay, then would it be honestly okay? What if someone told you that it was okay to take the life of another, that it was just you being yourself? That it was okay to sustain your life because the life you took from had no important significance to the world?" she found herself stating. She grasped the sheets tighter, her knuckles turning white in the process, however; her body calmed itself when he spoke the last of his words. A light laugh spilled softly into the room as she shook her head. "You have an odd look on life Rosenkreuz," she stated as she glanced at the pure-blood. She offered a smile before she felt her eyes becoming heavy.

"Thank you, Zenith," she stated as the lull of sleep became a bit stronger. "You," she began as her vision began to blur, "should...try," her words were coming out half slurred as the person in front of her became nothing but an image colliding with other colors. "smiling more," she concluded before she lost her vision and fell to the lull of sleep.

Perhaps she should have taken the stupid drink on her nightstand.

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|“It is different for many but in the end, I believe we are simply looking for a place to call home.”|

Odd... It was not a different or a foreign concept to him. There had been others that used the very same word to describe him from different angles. He did not mind it at all as they simply shared their opinions about him. As such, he is rather thankful to know their thoughts whether it to be real or not. Furthermore, it was not like he could not agree to such a description. There is truth about that. Yet, it does make him wonder if that was either a good thing or a bad thing. Perhaps, it was both and then may be again, not. Just like two sides of coin, yet can never be separated to make a whole. But as long as someone accepts those traits, he will probably be happy.

Seeing the prefect laugh and smile at his words, it was good to bring some sense of comfort to her. Although, he was not certain whether it would mean anything or not to her on the long run. All that mattered to him for now, she was feeling a bit better. For that, it was worth all of it. Soon, he noticed the girl slowly loosing ground in a battle against sleep. It made him wonder if this is how he looks like when he futilely tries to fight off the kiss of slumber. It was rather endearing in a sense or perhaps, it is because he had just realized something profound. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes of golden yellow glanced at the still sleeping Haruka and then to the prefect once more.

It seemed that women have more inner strength than men. Well, this is from his personal experiences and observations. Hearing the prefect's words and Haruka's decision, they both hold a strength they have yet to recognized as such. Once, they do. These women would be brilliant than anyone could ever hope for. This much he was certain as long as nothing terrible happens to them. It was enviable almost but, he stopped that thought there. Soon, the prefect had completely succumbed to rest which should be for the good. She did not drink so, to recuperate would be the next best solution.

Arranging the comforter on the prefect's form, the pure-blood then recalled her fluttering comment about him to try smiling more. A smile. At some point, he had wondered if there was something marvelous about a gesture that anyone could do. As such, there was nothing special about it. But even then, he felt wholly contented when the person, which is most important, would smile at him even about the littlest things. It was uplifting and nice to see, but it would never happen again. No matter what he does that person will never come back and smile at him. As such, it did give a sense of emptiness. It seemed a smile was not completely unneeded. But, he had yet to feel the need to do so. Perhaps, someday...

"Good night, Ms. Fujiwara." Zenith greeted as he had decided to leave the room to give the two girls enough rest. They will be facing each other, hopefully, it ends on a good note. Returning the chair to its proper location, he looked at the window which gave a good view of the room. It was ideal for the avian familiar. As such, Snow was still on the same branch and would likely watch over his own Master, and even more so for Haruka. Once, he was done making certain that the prefect is comfortable in her sleep. He proceeded to Haruka's side and did the same thing. The girl was once more dragged into such dreadful matters. Even then, he hoped for her to overcome it. "Good night, Ms. Yamazaki."

With that done, the pure-blood took one last look to Snow and gave a polite nod of the head as a means of goodbye. After doing so, he left the room without doing any thing else. Walking along the nearly empty hallways, he would do an assessment on the damages caused to the entire academy along with the casualties to the students due to the series of explosions by those mysterious people. What do they want in particular? He had no conclusions to give at all. But it was then, he heard the sprinkle of tears from the sky. Looking at the window near him, he saw the drizzle of the rain. Yet, the one thing which took his attention was the roses around the bench area, there a fully bloomed rose existed with the gems of the rain which served as its souvenir continued to trail on its petals.

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“You’re better off without me, and I’m better off alone. It’s always been that way.”



The series of explosions was heralded by a slight tremor in the gate, and the only thing that stopped him from moving was the fact that he could see Fujiwara tensing to do the same. To his surprise, she slammed into his side, carrying them both away from the blast radius and scraping her shoulder in the process. His first thought was that it had been an incredibly stupid thing of her to do. He was a pureblood vampire, with reflexes honed to the sharpest of points and senses sharper than any other of his kind, made so by a lifetime of forced growth and training.

His next thought was that there were now two people in the world who would have done something like that for him, and only one who wasn’t family. It was perhaps this thought that motivated him to change their trajectory midair, grasping the woman’s shoulders and rotating them both so that he bore the brunt of the landing on his feet, catlike in his grace. His boots met the earth and he slid backwards, but he never lost his balance, and once they’d come to a stop, he released the prefect, who rushed off in another direction.

He supposed there wasn’t much he could to over there, and so he devoted his attention to hurling aside great chunks of rubble and dogging out what survivors he could. Thanks to their actions, the majority of the people around here had been far enough from the gate to avoid the blast, but that could not be said for everyone at all the other sites, and he went around to each, pulling great slabs of stone and mortar aside until everyone who could be saved had been. Why? Well, he wasn’t all that sure. Perhaps he’d simply done it because it seemed like it needed doing, and he wasn’t one to leave the work to other people when he wanted to do something. Maybe he just did it because it probably fell within the parameters of the job he’d been assigned for the day.

Either way, he pulled people out of wreckage until there were none left, and then he headed back to his room for the day, washing the brick dust out of his hair and swapping clothes. He allowed himself some sleep after that, taking it in the forest this time, up a tree and out of sight. After that, he ignored the pressing desire to check up on Fujiwara and told himself that what he needed to do was fly for a while, so he transformed and did that, circling the campus of Cross Academy from far above, keen raptor-eyes picking out every detail of the cleanup.

Swooping down a bit, he alighted on a random dorm windowsill, from which he had a decent view. If he’d bothered to look inside, he would have just seen his roommate leaving, and laughed at the absurdity of his fortune, that he would pick this windowsill. As it was, that happened anyway, as he landed right next to Snow, the white owl.

Well, that just figured, didn’t it? Turning his own hook-beaked head, he fixed the owl with an obsidian stare. What happened? After she left? Since he was here, he might as well ask. Besides, the information could be useful, contain something about those strangers and their motives for staging such an attack.

He wasn’t asking because he cared. Was he?

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"These feelings bubbling inside will save you if you let it."




Snow remained in his puffed, cotton-ball appearance. He had opened his eyes in time to see the pure-blood create a comfortable sleep for both Asuka and Haruka. He tilted his head a bit, trying to assess what the pure-blood was truly doing, however; before his thoughts could linger much further on the matter, another presence appeared. He glanced to the intruder, eyes remaining large and stoic until they glanced into voidless eyes. The black bird beside him was in fact the other pure-blood he had become fond of. As such, if he could have smiled, he would have grinned. He had just inquired about the previous night, more so what happened with his master.

"And when did Sora become one to inquire about another's well-being?" Snow mocked in a teased voice before shaking. His tone then switched to one of disappointment, although it was partially his fault. "She allowed her secret to be shared with that roommate of yours. He was injured by an anti-vampire weapon," he began as he turned his attention to the sleeping form of his master. "It was a severe wound and he took a lot of blood from her," he concluded. He could see the pale shade still lingering around her being.

"She needs blood, but the idiot is too stubborn," he sighed. She truly was an idiot for not accepting Zenith's help, or in this case his offer of the blood tablet drink. There was nothing he could do to force her to drink the blood, however; it did not disuade the fact that he was worried about her well-being. She couldn't rely on rest and food alone when her vampire side needed the nutrients of the blood substitue, or blood itself, to help regenerate the loss of such a large amount. Although he had told her to help the injured pure-blood, he didn't mean offer her blood as a means to help. He truly worried about his master's mind process.

"I saw what she did to you, pushing you off of the gate when the explosions happened," he stated, returning his attention towards Sora. A sly glint in his eyes sparkled before it quickly disappeared. He had also had the pleasure of hearing her thoughts when she acted as such. "You should know, she actually called you by your given name, I wonder why she did that?" he finished before closing his eyes and chuckling to himself. Asuka may not have been fond of the pure-blood, but in a sense, she still cared enough about his well-being that she actually put herself in harms way to help him despite his heritage. "I wonder if she would extend to you the same courtesy as your roommate if you were injured so deeply," Snow mused darkly to himself although he stated it out loud.

Asuka stirred in her sleep, her hands gripping tightly to the sheets. She opened her eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the darkened room and glanced towards the window. She spotted Snow and another avian creature and noticed it was raining outside. Although the soft caress of rain drops beat a steady tune, her thoughts were elsewhere. She pulled herself up to sit in an upright position. She glanced around the room and noticed Haruka was still asleep. She took a deep breath before removing herself from the bed and glanced at her clothing. She had dried blood on the corner of her collar from when he fed from her and her clothes still had dirt and small debris from the explosions. She sighed before walking towards her closet to grab fresh clothes.

She was still a prefect after all and she needed to attend to her duties, regardless of the faint feeling she was experiencing due to the lack of blood. She would make her way towards the cafeteria (if it still existed) to grab a meal to replenish her strength in a bit. She quickly dressed before stepping back over towards the window. She glanced at Snow as it seemed he was 'conversing' with the other avian creature. She shook her head and left the room, closing the door silently as to not disturb Haruka. She would have a conversation with Haruka later, but for now, she would assess the damage that was done to the school building.

And check on the well-being of your favorite vampire? How sweet of you Asuka, Snow teased in the back of her mind as she frowned. Shut it Snow, or you won't be fed tonight,
she retorted, listening to the owl's laughter before she sighed. Her head still felt like it was spinning and her body still felt weak. She could feel her vision coming and going, but it wasn't enough to cause her to pass out like she did earlier. Some fresh air might do me some good, she thought to herself as she grabbed an umbrella from a nearby closet. Besides, she loved when it rained. It brought a sense of false security and she loved the feeling it provided when it overlapped with her skin.

She stepped out into the school grounds and allowed the raindrops to pelt the umbrella, listening to the quiet hum as she glanced around. The school had been partially destroyed, and she could see spots of blood from those who were not as fortunate to have evaded being smashed by the falling rubble. She clenched her fists tightly as she closed her eyes, allowing the salty drops to mix with the rain. She felt like a failure to those who were lost. She could have saved them, she could have did something to help them, and yet, here she was standing, still breathing while others wept for the lost ones. The air around her seemed to become chilled as mist began to ring around her feet. Raindrops were becoming pieces of hail as they fell to the ground.

Asuka, there was nothing you could have done. You cannot save them all. You are just one person, she could hear Snow speak as she wiped the tears from her face. Although he was merely comforting her, it made her feel worse. The fact that her body was still weak from blood loss and the overwhelming feeling of guilt found Asuka's vision blurring once more. She stumbled in her step as she tried to find a source of balance, however; it wasn't enough as she fell backwards, only one word escaping her lips.

"She's calling for you, Sora."

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“If I do this, if I give you this, I can’t promise things will ever be the same.”



He knew the owl was making fun of him. Apparently, familiars just thought it was okay to do that. Well, whatever. Maybe it was. He’d never stoop so low as to attack a familiar, unless it tried to go after him first. Perhaps they all knew that. Or maybe they just knew something about him that he didn’t. It was an old magic, the kind used to create them, and he wouldn’t put it past them to understand things their vampiric masters did not.

He was surprised to hear of what had happened after he left Rosenkreuz to his fight. Apparently those who had trespassed here really meant business. Then again, you would have to in order to set off that many bombs in the area. It was an act not only of violence, but of war, and the two were quite different. He would know, perhaps better than anyone. Violence, he understood. Death was simple as breathing. War had always been beyond him, just conceptually. Maybe that meant there was something left of him after all, aside from the hollow shell he thought he was. Or perhaps that was just more wishful thinking.

He was not, however, surprised to hear that Fujiwara had offered her blood to his roommate. That seemed like just the kind of thing she would do in that situation, even if Snow seemed somewhat displeased by it. It was all highly irregular, against those rules that had been put in place, at least if one considered the prefect to be a human.

But she wasn’t quite, was she? She was Fujiwara, whomever that person wanted to be, and right then, he suspected that things like human and vampire hadn’t mattered much. It was a sentiment that he, surprisingly, understood quite well. The lines had always been more blurred for him than they should have been, something that was entirely their doing. She’d probably just seen someone who needed help, and known that she could offer it. No further reasoning would have been necessary for her.

He knew, because he’d been like that, once.

He shook his head, though, at the question. “Doesn’t matter,” he replied to Snow. “She did what she did. Probably even for the right reasons. Isn’t that enough?” He could understand where the familiar was coming from, but he wasn’t going to fault the girl for doing as she had done. As for him, well… maybe she would have, maybe she wouldn’t have, but he was honest when he said it didn’t matter to him. At least, not in the same way it might have mattered to someone else. He was used to starving and probably would have had problems accepting charity anyhow.

Yet… maybe he hoped she would have.

He turned as she rose, looking out over the grounds instead of into her room, in case she decided to do anything requiring the privacy. He wasn’t one for bullshit notions of honor or whatever, but he did have a certain sense of chivalry in him somewhere, buried deeply within the layers of bitterness and blunt speech. It was then that he felt the first raindrop land on his feathered head. He’d smelled the storm coming a while ago, but it was here a bit earlier than he’d expected. Or had he simply been thinking for too long?

He might have stayed that way for a while, only Snow’s words drew him out of his reverie. His eyes found her faster than he would have guessed, and seeing that her knees were about to buckle, he had no time to properly consider his course. He simply acted, diving off the roof and hurtling towards the ground with all the speed of a raptor and then some. As he dropped, he transformed, the feathers drawing back into his sin as his limbs lengthened and deposited him on the ground, where he took off running, reaching the prefect just before she hit the ground and slipping his arms under her shoulders to brace her head against his chest. Looking down at her thus, he could see that she was pale, drawn; classic symptoms of nutrient starvation.

Shifting her with care, Sora adjusted himself so that he was carrying her with one arm under her knees and the other holding her to him, then glanced around for somewhere to go. Her room was out of the question, as she might wake up and try to feed on her roommate again, something she probably didn’t want. So was his… he wound up applying a burst of speed and carrying them out into the forest, sending directions to the owl in case he wanted to come. There, her condition would be far removed from prying eyes and curious questions, as would be what he was going to do next.

He reached a clearing and gently set Fujiwara down in the grass, crouching beside her and removing his knife from its place at his leg. He wasn’t the kind to offer or ask permission, and so he simply did what he intended, slashing open his left forearm and bracing his fingertips against the side of her head, tilting it so that she was facing straight upwards.

And here he had a conundrum. If he just let his blood drip into her mouth as he’d been planning, he risked choking her on it, which would make matters much worse than they already were. There was a field training procedure for this, but he was hesitant. It rather resembled a certain intimate gesture, and whatever the reason, he did not want her to think poorly of him. Snorting softly, he glanced up at Snow. “Just so you know, I’m doing this so she survives. If she gets angry at me for it, will you at least tell her as much?”

It didn’t really matter—it was necessary regardless of what the owl thought about it. Raising his arm to his lips, Sora sucked his own blood into his mouth, holding it there. Lowering himself, he braced his bloody arm on Fujiwara’s other side and pressed his lips to hers, releasing the blood slowly so he knew she wouldn’t inhale it rather than swallowing. She drank, as he knew reflex would demand, and so he repeated the process twice more, backing up into his crouch thereafter. She’d need more than that, but it should make her strong enough to at least drink it on her own. The wound on his arm was already healed, the last remnants of his blood smeared there, but he could always make a new one there. He’d probably let her take it from his neck, if she preferred, though that remained to be seen. It was a gesture of quite a bit of trust, and he did not know his own mind on this one. Perhaps it depended somehow on what she did next.

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"A random act of kindness, no matter how large or small can leave a large impact on one's subconsciousness."




Snow listened to the pure-bloods remark and scoffed slightly. Truly he had something other to say than that? Well, it's not any of Snow's business to begin with so he left it at that. He then found himself following Sora's form when the pure-blood lept from his perch, morphing back into his human form after his statement of Asuka calling out to him. A light smirk played at the owl's eyes. What if there were humans around? Did he not think of that before he lept? Whatever the reason, he was lucky the students were not out and about and Snow followed after Sora in albeit slow, but steady beat of his wings. When Snow caught up, he rested against the top of a tree, the steady beating of the rain still echoing around them. His attention was garnered further when he spotted Sora reaching for the knife located on his leg.

What the vampire did next truly had Snow curious as he walked further off on the branch to grab a better understanding of the situation. Then, the scent of blood filled the air. He had cut open his arm and stared for a moment, contemplating his next course of action. When the vampire turned his attention and spoke, all Snow could do was tilt his head and refrain from allowing a scoff to pierce the air. It seems that not only had Asuka shared her blood, but it seems Sora was willing to do the same for her. He watched as Sora proceeded to procure the blood from his own wound and fed it to his master. This was truly an event that Snow could use against his master later. Oh yes, he had plans to torture her with this new found information. He watched as Asuka stirred in her current moment.

Warm liquid filled Asuka's being. It felt like a fire was coursing through her veins as her body ached for more. The feeling was tearing up her insides as it felt like she were bathing in a river of fire. The paleness of her face subdued slightly as she could feel the warmness of something on her lips. She was still dreaming though. Images of someone she didn't know blurred together in her mind as she furrowed her forehead. Who was this person? What were they doing? What were they saying? Then, a sudden rush of pictures, some she couldn't make out, some she could, flooded her mind before one particular picture stopped. It was of blood. There was so much blood. What was it? Before another image could play, her jade eyes snapped open to the world around her. The first thing that hit her was the faint smell of blood and then the smell of the rain water surrounding her and Sora.

"Tsukino? Why...what are we doing over here? What..." she began to assault the vampire with questions. Her head hurt, her body felt as if it were burning alive, and she had no recollection of what was going on. Her gaze, however, went immediately to the dried blood that seemed to have been recent lingering on Sora's arm. Her fingers immediately went to touch her lips as traces of blood could still be tasted upon them. Her face began to burn slightly, her ears as well as they turned a deep scarlet. Snow's laugh reverberated through her mind as she fumbled over her words.

"You idiot," she mumbled through her jumbled words as she glanced away from the vampire. She couldn't look him in the eye now. He had just given her blood, his blood. You should be thanking him foolish girl. He just saved your life, Snow stated through his consciousness as Asuka stared up at her familiar, a frown pulling at her lips. As true as that may have been, she could have still taken the blood pills to help replenish a semblance of what she lost, But you are too stubborn that you would have let your body go into shock from the lack of supply, Snow retorted as Asuka sighed and turned her attention back to Sora. As much as she hated to admit, Snow was right. She still needed more blood and she wasn't anywhere near the campus nor her room.

That wouldn't be wise though as she could feel her hunger clawing inside her, trying to get out. That was the one thing she hated about taking physical blood. It always left her hungering for more. She could control her thirst, but when it came to ingesting the liquid, all of her senses were rendered useless as well as her control. And that's when she found herself reaching out towards Sora, her eyes flickering between a crimson color and their natural jade. His blood, something about it had a rather pleasing taste.

And she wanted more.

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“We all have secrets. One of mine is that I've always had a hard time leaving well enough alone.”



It seemed that his measures to keep her alive had worked, and Sora watched with wary eyes as she stirred, coming to her senses and sitting up what was likely far too quickly. He wasn’t anyone’s nurse, though, he told himself, perhaps simply to have one last ditch effort at maintaining what was becoming a farcical play at apathy. He had been told once that he wasn’t made to pretend he didn’t care, but of late, that illusion had been all he had to cling to, all that was keeping him going. That it looked to crumble into dust, to be washed away by the rain falling from the darkened sky—he wasn’t really sure what to do with that.

He was silent for a while, through her questions and through her accusation. He couldn’t disagree, after all. He was an idiot, though he wasn’t quite sure of the reasons anymore. There were so many to choose from, and some of them frankly contradicted each other. Maybe the problem was simply that he wasn’t sure. Certainty had been his constant companion since shortly after the deaths of his family. Hell, he’d been certain of things for most of his life, right or wrong. But now, he didn’t know. He wasn’t sure if he’d done the right thing or a catastrophically stupid one.

It occurred to him then that the sharing of blood meant more to most people than it did to him. For a Tsukino, it was just food. A substance that sustained life, that one learned to live with or without. He had in the moment forgotten its other connotations. It wasn’t important to him, but he may have overstepped some personal boundary of hers.

Well, so what? He’d done it so she’d live. That was enough. She could think whatever she wanted of him for that.

Though the color had returned to her face, he knew well enough what it looked like when someone was struggling with their hunger. Her eyes flashed that peculiar vermilion color, and she reached towards him with one hand. It was an internal battle, that one. Catching the incoming hand with one of his own, he brushed it aside and stepped close enough to cup her face with both hands forcing her to meet his eyes. Unusually, there was something besides dead blackness to be seen in them at the moment—a peculiar spark had lit them to life, and there was some indistinguishable color just beneath the inky dark.

“Fujiwara,” he pronounced sternly, attempting to distract her for long enough to get his point across. “You are more than your hunger. You’re in control here.” The rain seemed to have increased to a deluge about them, making it hard to hear anything but it and each other, as though it were narrowing their world to what was right in front of them. He could feel only distantly the way it landed in his hair, plastering the silky strands to the back of his neck and running in rivulets down his back.

Sighing quietly, he released her and stepped back, regarding the dhampir for a moment before he relented. It was a tiny gesture, made with more hesitation than one would expect of the bold, frank Sora Tsukino. With a whisper of movement, he tipped his night-crowned head to one side, exposing the side of his neck where his major artery lay. It was at once the subtlest and most obvious of invitations, the smallest and greatest gesture of trust that he understood. He was choosing to believe that she was in fact more than her bloodlust. He, of all people, was believing in another person, taking it on faith that she had only ever intended to do the right thing when she got herself into this mess, and offering her a way out of it.

He still wasn’t sure exactly why, but that wasn’t the important thing at the moment.

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“If someone came to you, and told you they could take you away to a place where you could live in peace forever, would you follow them? Or would you stay in hell?”





Haruka was sleeping peacefully, her body was wrapped up in a comforter as a beautiful and calm dream wrapped itself around her as if she were being embraced. The dream was strange at first, she had seen her mother and father, laughing and talking, they were all laughing and talking at the dinner table, and then her parents had sent her off to bed. That's when the dream started to change. The younger Haruka had lay in her bed until her parents had fallen asleep, and then the dream had consumed her, at first all she saw were glowing orbs..and then they changed into something more...butterfly's. "So..pretty..." She murmured as she stood from her bed, her eyes still shut as she followed the pretty glowing butterfly, in the dream she had walked right out of her house and gotten lost in the woods from sleep walking, her parents had found her the next day early in the morning, but Haruka had never had that dream again until..now.

She silently stood from her bed as the butterfly flew around her head three times and then towards the dorms door, leading her out of the room. Haru walked in a sluggish manner and manged to open the door in her unconscious state of mind. She stumbled down the hall, and right outside into the rain, still asleep and following a dream. "Pretty.." She sighed in a quite voice as she reached out in from of her with one hand while the other hung limp at her side. She wanted the butterfly, it was so beautiful in the way that it glowed, it was like a beacon of light in darkness, it was trying to bring her somewhere just like it had when she was a child..but where could she go while sleep walking, surely not very far. However the butterfly started to get further and further away, leaving Haru alone in the darkness. "Choucho...?" She called out while reaching blindly at the butterfly her sleeping mind could only see.

No...don't leave me...please don't go like all of the others...I need you I need the light...I need... Haru kept walking, her bare feet hitting the rain soaked ground with light taps as she took each step. The light was getting dimmer, if she lost sight of it now she would be stuck all alone in the darkness without any light, she would be alone. What do you need...? The sleeping girls body seemed to do a strange jerking motion as a new voice entered her mind, it was so familiar and yet.. and yet so distant..so cold. What do you need? The voice sounded so young...and yet so hurt. I think you needed someone so long ago to care for you Haruka-Sama...but when no one came you gave up...you gave up hope of anyone ever coming back for you and of ever fitting in, and when you gave up on the world, the world gave up on you. The word's filled her head, as a sudden realization struck her, the voice, the hurt and broken voice of someone who had been betrayed and let down...that was her when she was a child..all alone.

The world gave up on us...

Haruka stumbled, her wet feet slipping on the cold wet stone ground. She was still asleep as she fell to the ground with a thump, her body giving out and her head smacking roughly against the pavement as if she were a broken doll. She had given up on the world so long ago, it only made sense that her butterfly, her Chō, her beacon of light, would give up on her as well and leave her to the darkness. We have always been in the darkness...there is nothing wrong with it..it just takes some getting used to...and just because your in the darkness doesn't mean you have to give up the light...because they coexist like yin and yang. Empty eyes opened up to stare at the sky as the rain fell down upon her seemingly broken form. Promise me Haruka-Sama... promise that you will never give up...I don't want us to die yet...I want to find our parents... Haruka slowly shut her eyes once more, she was still half in the dream world, but she let the darkness take her once more as sleep consumed her very being. She was soaked, cold, and laying in the middle of the sidewalk in only and overly large T-Shirt. And she was alone...but...maybe..maybe not...she was alive, after all the sing on the side of her head told her that much, she could feel the warm spot where the blood was mixing with the rain. She not really alone anymore...

I...I promise... Was Haruka's last thought as she allowed her sleep to take her once more. She decided there and then that she would happily step in with the darkness, but for all who were trapped within it, she would be their light, the yang to their yin, perhaps she would be that glowing butterfly, and she would be able to lead all of her new friends to a better, safer place..maybe...just maybe...

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"Trust is something that should be shared not something to hoard to oneself."




Asuka had lost a moments consciousness in her mind when Sora put his hands on her face, speaking something that she could barely hear against the roaring sound of the rain, or was it her beating heart? She felt the words slip on deaf ears, however; she managed to listen long enough to understand the words spoken to her. The peculiar spark behind his black abyss stirred something in Asuka that she couldn't explain. The only thing she could explain was the unrelenting need to feed. When he pulled away from her, she felt her hands twitch slightly, reaching out for him once more until he tilted his head. Immediately, just as quick as the notion had been, Asuka was in front of him, her head nestling in the crook of his neck.

She felt her senses go numb, however; his scent, his scent caused a flicker of recognition to shine beneath the crimson colored eyes. She hesitated, opening her mouth to expose the elongated fangs. She could feel her lips quivering as she continued to hold her spot. If she did this, if she did it now, there was no turning back. Everything she had worked so hard to protect would finally shatter and crumble. The last piece of humanity she held would disappear. She could pretend at least that Zenith had never fed on her, that her secret was still safe, but that was wishful thinking. Sora was placing his trust in her, whether she knew it or not, and was giving her something that her body desperately needed. For that, she finally allowed herself to pierce his neck, feeling the warm liquid pour into her mouth.

The taste, it was just as intoxicating as the scent and she closed her eyes to the rain around them. She didn't want to pull away. She wanted to remain like this, feeding off of the blood that was giving her new strength in her deprived muscles. She was taking only what she needed to replenish the rest of the blood into her veins. It was then she forced herself to stop, biting her lip in the process as a means to restrain herself. With the blood now leaking from the open wound on her mouth, she did a rather unexpected thing. It was easier for her now to wrap her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, reaching his lips with her own and allowed her blood to flow from the wound. If there were bystanders around, they would have thought this a scene straight out of a romantic movie, however; Asuka was not kissing him.

She was giving him her blood so that he may now know the truth about her. It was only fair in her mind that he had trusted her enough to give her what she needed. The least she could do was show the same trust in him. She pulled away, wiping her lips from any of the access blood from the now-healed wound. For once, Snow remained quiet. He watched the scene play out and could do just that: watch. He had seen the rather hesitant step in her gait when she had approached Sora, even if she had moved at an incredible speed. In a way, he was sort of happy that his master was finally allowing herself to feed on the precious liquid she needed, however; something in his heart felt as if it were breaking. Had this truly been for the better? Why was he doubting it now? Embracing her vampiric side was always something he had encouraged her to do, but now that she was doing just that, was it really the best thing?

"I would thank you, but then you'd just scoff and get mad, or tell me I am off my game. I do not understand you Sora, and I probably never will, but," Asuka spoke as she stared at the pure-blood in front of her, "you..." she paused, a hesitant hiccup in her voice as she did so. How could she put into words what she wanted to say? She didn't want to say something that would come across as a completely different message than what she had intended. "I don't know when it happened, but you are important to me. Somehow, that's all I wanted to say," she stated without another glance. She needed to clear her own mind now and return to the Academy. She was still a prefect, and now that she felt better, she could sort out these feelings that seemed to bother her as of late. She meant those words to Sora, he had become important to her. He had, unconsciously, become something of a friend to her and she cherished that thought.

It had nothing to do with his generosity nor of the moment that just happened. Perhaps, in the back of her mind, she had always thought of him as someone important to her, like a friend was. Regardless, this day was surely coming to pass as one of the most unexpected turn of events.

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“Looks like you might make me remember some things I've tried to forget.”



The twin sharp pricks of her fangs on his neck nearly caused him to flinch—not from pain, because pain was trivial at best and it hadn’t really even hurt—but from the sheer unfamiliarity of it. None of the members of his family had ever been close enough to him to request or imperious enough to demand something like this from him, and he’d not have offered any of them. Sachiko, he would have trusted enough, but they were about as interested in such n exchange as they were in the dust at their feet, which was to say not at all.

The sensation may have been unfamiliar, but he could still sense her restraint, and the feeling that accompanied this was, most strangely, pride. As though he were happy that she was rising above this hunger whilst refusing to deny that it existed. It was a delicate balancing act, and he supposed it must be even more so for her, who was not quite of his world, at least no wholly.

He relaxed the remaining tension in his muscles as it became evident that this gesture was actually not going to backfire on him, only for it to take a most unexpected turn. Diluted by the rain or not, his sense of smell was still more than adequate to the task of detecting her blood, and he spared a glance down as she pulled back, noting the double wounds on her lower lip. An accident, perhaps? That had been known to happen on occasion when—

At first, he didn’t understand why she was pulling him down to her, but the metallic, slightly sweet taste of that life-essence was sufficient to motivate his understanding. Tentatively, he swiped across her lip with his tongue, and understood something he’d only suspected before. A most unusual smell, and the flavor no less different. It was far from unpleasant, but he refrained from anything more than that, allowing her to put the distance back between them that most people kept from him. Only… it wasn’t quite that, was it? She was still standing closer than most people dared. He found he didn’t really mind, as long as it was her.

He may not have looked it, standing with his eyes focused somewhere over her left shoulder, fingers subconsciously tracing the spot where the wound had been, now healed over to marble-like skin again, but he was listening intently to what she said, perhaps hoping that it would provide him some clue as to how exactly this had happened. He knew, in one way—necessity had demanded and he had answered. But the fact that he’d ever found himself in such a position in the first place… wasn’t it he who had so adamantly insisted that he not interact overmuch with any of the people here? Yet from day one, the firecracker of a prefect had been the exception to his little rule, hadn’t she? He’d not thought about it too closely, but he’d sought her company when he needed to be elsewhere than alone, and perhaps that was where it had started.

He sighed. There was probably little helping it now. One thing he knew about himself was that as soon as he was even a little bit attached to or fond of someone, he didn’t break those bonds. “Fujiwara,” He said, and for once his voice lacked its usual acidity and contained instead a weariness, as though some great weight bore him down. “I haven’t had friends in a long time. I’ll probably get it wrong… a lot. But if you don’t mind bearing with me… I think you might be important to me, too.” He shook his head faintly, though at himself, not her. When had she become his friend? Did he even know how to be one of those anymore?

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"A friend is someone who will always be there for you, but those feelings are much more than that are they not?"




His voice stopped her from leaving too soon. In a way, his words made her smile at the small gesture. Perhaps over the years they both had become important to each other without realizing it. Maybe it was the constant arguments or the battering the two constantly found themselves in, or perhaps it was just the need to have someone there and not hold back on words that needed and should be said. Whatever the reason, it caused something to flutter within the depths of her mind and she turned to face the pure-blood once more. Her eyes remained the jade color, and for once, she didn't feel the itch at the back of her throat for more. It was subdued, for the first time in years, her hunger had not resurfaced at such a short time as it had done before.

"We have a lot of time for that," she referred to his immortality and her own longer lifespan. She didn't exactly know when her time would be up as she was, or at least she thought she was, the only one of her kind in existence. She knew pure-bloods had immortality while vampires of a lesser blood only had longer lifespans, but they still aged and eventually, they died. The thought of death alone had not frightened her, but the thought of watching her family die while she remained stuck in a frozen time, did. She glanced up at Snow who seemed to be watching, staying silent for the time being as he had nothing to say. As odd as it was, she was thankful to her familiar for not putting her in a more awkward position, knowing Snow, he would.

"Even as such, you should be returning back to your dorm or class, it's almost curfew for you," she stated, however; it was in a lighter tone than it had before. She was giving him the option to return to either of his place of need, but she wasn't going to force him to. Not tonight at least. With that, she waved farewell to the black haired vampire and made her way through the woods, Snow flying after her and perching on her shoulder. She gave her companion a worried look as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. She didn't want to pry into them for the sake of understanding the turmoil of her familiar, but if he did not speak to her soon, she might have to.

"Asuka," he stated, his voice low in a calm whisper. She raised an eyebrow at the hesitance in the usually firm and confident voice. He glanced at her, his ice blue eyes holding a sheer amount of concern. Twice she had given her blood to a pure-blood, once for the sake of one's life, and once for the sake of returning a favor of being trusted. "Do you think you will be fine after this?" he finished as she glanced away, pulling absentmindedly at her locks of auburn hair. She didn't reply right away, giving the answer Snow had feared a bit. She didn't know how to respond to that really. What would become of her now? She had shared her secret not only to the pure-bloods, but partially to the human girl who was her dorm-mate.

She had bitten the girl out of some trance she was in and it terrified her a bit. Perhaps she should ask for a private dorm room. But of course it would cause a lot of explaining and she didn't want to expose her secret to the headmaster either. Before she knew it, she was back at the Academy, walking absentmindedly with no particular destination in mind. She stopped in her steps as she noticed the white-haired pure-blood coming from the infirmary. There was a scent of blood lingering in the air, and she couldn't decipher through the many different scents. After all, there was an accident that had involved the exploding to occur. She shook those thoughts from her mind and approached the pure-blood.

"Rosenkreuz, is everything okay?" she stated as she approached. Although he seemed to be fine, it didn't help discern the fact that something was still amiss. Even if the pure-blood hadn't really shown much emotion, it was still easy to read when something weighed heavily on one's mind. She had learned to pick up on those signs from her uncle. She didn't blame the man. He was raising an abomination of sorts and, even though he had accepted her, she knew he didn't fully trust her no matter how many times he told her he loved her. She knew he truly did, but still, that inkling in the back of her mind had wanted to believe otherwise. The thirst will always win no matter how hard one tries to cage it up.

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|"The shackles and locks around the lone door to my heart slowly disintegrates and that frightens me so."|

Upon exiting the infirmary, he had finally noticed that he had forgotten to retrieve his jacket. Well, it was little consequence to him. He had only hoped to gather it to not alarm Yamazaki of his presence. He does not like the girl to be attached to someone like him. The embodiment of the darkness which bore a creature so twisted, the likes of him should never be bestowed any kind of light. He fears someone like her to be swallowed by the black abyss although, he did note she is a strong person to face the truth of her memories. Even then, he had hoped that she would learn to stay away.

As such, he stood there for a moment as his thoughts conglomerate and prioritized itself which was more important. The pure-blood had completely forgotten that he was dripping wet from the rain. His white shirt clung to his physique like a second skin. No wonder, the people inside the infirmary had swooned or even blushed at his beauty. He was like a chiseled statue of perfection and his body was not second to anyone. His hair of snow veiled his face like silk and just like that, he looked a vision of an angelic creature which is such a contrary statement.

Due to his deep reverie, the pure-blood was not able to detect the presence of the prefect. He had only noticed her when he heard her spoke. She was inquiring about the state of things. His eyes of golden yellow then drifted to the girl who had provided him the blood needed to recover from his wounds. Nothing betrayed his feelings as he remained silent for a brief second before answering her query. "Yes." It was the usual monotone voice of his. As it would appear, he could sense the faint scent of blood on the prefect. There was the presence of her blood on her form and then another one. She must have fed and the only one he could think who would have the reason to do so was his roommate.

"It is good to see you are feeling well now, Ms. Fujiwara." Whether he was glad or not, it was not certain as he remained a mystery regarding to his true emotions. At the same time, he did not say anything about his observation or asked about the possibility of feeding from the Tsukino pure-blood. It was not something he finds troubling or terrible. To him, it was normal and within reason. He then glanced towards the door to the infirmary where Yamazaki currently resides. The human girl seemed to attract trouble whether it was out of recklessness or pure accident. It worries him but that was not seen through his face or even eyes. "Ms. Yamazaki had injured herself. She is fine, yet still unconscious." He started as he then gazed back to Fujiwara.

"Watch over her and keep her away. Keep her away from me especially." Despite his vacant expression, there is an edge of seriousness in his words. Zenith does not wish to involve anyone in matters concerning about him. It would certainly be better for him to stay away and for others to do the same. Even more so with what occurred at the Academy. He did not want to take the risk of having someone hurt in the likely event just to get to him in a sense. Then, someone to be burdened by his shortcomings which what had happened to him. "I wish for you to do the same. Stay away from me, Ms. Fujiwara."

He then turned his back to the prefect. "Once is already too much." The pure-blood began to walk away but not before stopping mid-way and looked over his shoulder. His expression remained indiscernible. "Good bye Ms. Fujiwara, Take care of yourself and thank you." After stating that, Zenith began to walk away. This was a path he had decided to walk alone. There was no point sharing a path bathed in blood and hidden by darkness. He was born to be alone and he had accepted that from the beginning. People who tried to get closed to him only suffered in the end. He did not wish that fate for anyone else.

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"Walking alone in darkness? That is truly sad when there are others around who would illuminate it for you.




Asuka sighed a breath of relief when the vampire mentioned everything was okay. She let a line of worry cross her features when he mentioned Haruka had been injured lightly but she was fine. She was glad that Haruka had chosen to be stronger than Asuka gave her credit for. The girl was truly remarkable in that sense and she smiled at that thought. That only lasted a second when he spoke his next choice of words. She couldn't do that. Not because she didn't want to, but her job as a prefect would require her to interact with the vampires from time to time. She didn't voice this thought though as she found herself walking after the pure-blood. His words had seemed to anger her and she stopped so that she was in front of him. She fixed her gaze into one of determination and a light glare. She reached out to him so that her hand was placed on his cheek slightly while the other held his hand.

"No one, no matter who they are, should be alone. Regardless of what you may think, everyone shares that darkness," she stated, removing her hand and placing it over her heart. "It is a burden we bear, but that is why we have others around us. They bring a light into our lives that helps us live with this darkness. The two will always be hand in hand, but" she paused as she placed her hands to her side.

"I am sorry but I cannot do that for you Rosenkreuz. You may hate me for it, but maybe, someday you will learn that even though we may come into this world alone, we are never truly alone because we have those who welcome us into it with open arms," she replied. She shook her head as she then bowed in light respect to the pure-blood and walked away. She needed to clear her thoughts and sort everything out now, but first, she wanted to check on her roommate.

She entered the infirmary and noticed the large amount of workers running about, trying to figure everything out themselves. People were being tended to as the nurses and doctors ran with charts in their hands. A frown lightly marred her face as she noticed the extent of every ones injuries. Who were those people who did this to the school? It was obvious that they must have had some sort of grudge against the Academy, but the question is why? She soon found Haruka laying on one of the empty beds and walked to her side. Her face was twisted into a light, gentle smile as Asuka noticed the clothing around her. She smiled as she noticed the scent belonged to the white-haired male she had just spoken to.

Maybe there was hope for him with this human girl. As much as she would rather Haruka not be involved with the vampire, she couldn't help but have a light feeling of this is what exactly he might need. She meant those words she had spoken. No one should have to be alone no matter who or what they may be. Everyone had something inside of them and it clawed at the back of their minds relentlessly. It was only by accepting others and becoming important to them that it seemed to tame that clawed beast. Asuka learned that through her uncle and brother. Although she couldn't say the same for Hayate as he still seemed to harbor and incoherent amount of hatred for vampires. She understood why, but that didn't mean that she fully understood his course of actions. She pushed those thoughts away as she grabbed a hold of Haruka's hand and gave it a light squeeze. She would protect this girl as well. Even if it meant being by her side until she could forgive Asuka for biting her, she would remain.

"You are much stronger than anyone will give you due credit for Yamazaki. Don't let go of that strength," she spoke as she released the girls' hand and walked out of the infirmary. She returned to her dorm room for a change of clothes. She was still slightly soaked and she still had rounds to do as a prefect.

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"The play we call life, where will it lead us when it ends? Somewhere where we'll be allowed to be free."




Black with hues of purple and indigo.

That was the color of the dawn sky over above Asuka as she stared out her window. She had finally been able to fall asleep into a peaceful slumber, but her mind was still plagued. Her mind was focused on the events that had played out the previous days. The school still managed to operate after the explosions but the evidence still lay about, covering the fields. It was a depressing sight. The old architecture of the building had been destroyed, something that couldn't be replaced, only replicated into a falseness. Her hand traced along her throat subconsciously. She hadn't felt the thirst since that night. Usually, even after ingesting a blood tablet, the thirst would return after a few hours, but she could usually keep it under control.

After taking his blood, the thirst seemed dormant for the time being. She couldn't understand why, but she was grateful to the pure-blood. A smile covered her lips as she stood from her bed. She glanced at the empty bed across the room. It seemed that Haruka had still not recovered from the head injury, but the nurses had assured her that Haruka was fine, she just needed rest. She partially blamed herself for that since the girl was probably still fatigued from the blood loss Asuka had taken from her. Although a human's blood only needed a few hours to replenish itself where as a vampires blood was a bit longer than necessary. This she could attest to as she had needed blood after the incident with Zenith. She pushed those thoughts from her mind as she dressed herself.

The night class would most likely be coming from their class and with the rising of the Day Class, she could only imagine the mingling of the students with the vampires. This, however, she didn't seem to mind as much anymore. This school was here for a purpose of having the two species mingle with each other to keep the treaty that had been held as something precious and sacred. If it could allow a shimmer of light into the veil of darkness, then she would allow it. Just as long as they didn't do anything to jeopardize that trust, she would allow it. She left her room, closing the door behind her and was greeted by an odd sight.

Snow? What are you doing inside? she questioned the owl as he stood on the floor, peering up at his master. She tilted her head to the side as Snow continued to peer at her. You know you can't be inside, people will be curious and might freak out. Some people don't like owls, she continued. Snow merely blinked his eyes as he studied his master. Something seemed a bit off about her and he didn't know what it was. He had known about the thirst that seemed to be quenched for the time being, but the source of it was what had him curious. It seemed she didn't know about the lore of a vampire's thirst and the only way it could be satisfied. Oh this he had to use against her now. If he could have grinned, he would have. Instead, he opted to remain silent before Asuka walked towards a window and opened it up.

"Be a good boy and go wait outside," she stated to the owl, smiling down at him in a playful manner. Snow chuckled and obliged his master for the time being. He'd wait on the roof for her since she would be heading there later for her break. She truly loved that roof, and he didn't understand why. With Snow gone, Asuka closed the window and made herself ready for her rounds. Snow, meanwhile, wanted to laugh at the irony of being on the roof. There, with a book in hand was the one responsible for the change in his master. He settled himself so that he was above the pure-blood and glanced down at the book the vampire was reading.

"You know, my master hasn't been quite as thirsty as she used to be. And it's all thanks to that blood of yours," Snow stated in an amused voice. He had spotted the book the vampire was reading, and it was an interesting choice to say the least. He never read the book himself (he doesn't have fingers to turn the page) and his master hardly read to begin with. He'd have to change that now wouldn't he? "She won't tell you herself, but she is grateful to you for that. She's just too stubborn to admit it outloud," he continued. He wanted to embarrass his master as much as possible since he knew her weaknesses now. Oh yes...he would have to do so.

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"Slowly, it felt like I was falling deeper into something I was afraid of. Now, I don't know what to do or feel. It's strange."




Snow blinked rather owlishly in his own defense as he heard Midori's response. He couldn't help but join the panther in laughter. So, not only had his master not known the secrets of blood sharing and why it quenched ones' thirst, but also this pure-blood as well. Oh he was going to have such a grand day with this. Then, he contemplated of whether or not he should tell the pure-blood, or let Midori do the honors, however; the feline beat him to the punch. As such, he only chuckled further.

"A vampire's thirst can only be quenched by that of a loved one. And by that, it is not a friend, but more of a lover," Snow stated, throwing all of the information at him at once. He was going to enjoy torturing Asuka with this information since he knew how she felt about things like that. Plus, it would be amusing to see the pure-bloods' reaction to such a thing. Would he believe Snow? Regardless if he believed him or not, it was still going to be amusing on both parties, and the fact that Snow wasn't lying either, only shined through his blue eyes.

Asuka had enjoyed the peace of the silent hallways. The Day Classes had yet to start and so far, everything was in order. She was grateful for times like these. It allowed her a moments peace that allowed her to focus on other things, such as what project needed to be done or was due for her classes. A smile graced her lips as she found herself in front of the infirmary again. She glanced at the door knob and contemplated whether or not she should check up on Haruka. The girl had been unconscious for a few days and Asuka was truly worried. It seemed as of late that the red-head had attracted trouble wherever she went, although Asuka couldn't blame her.

She was introduced into a world that should have been kept hidden from her. With a sigh, Asuka opened the door in time to hear someone scream with a sudden jolt. Without thinking, Asuka made her way to the source and breathed a sigh of relief when it was Haruka's awoken form doing the screaming. She stood, hand on her hip, as she stared at the girl. She must have woken from a nightmare since it was the only logical reason someone would scream. That or she was awake previously and saw something. This prompted Asuka to stare out one of the windows. It was covered by a drape, so there couldn't have been something their. Unless a shadow passed by which would only make sense if it belonged to a bird.

"Haruka, how are you feeling?" she found herself asking the red-head. She was concerned about the girls' health, but there was also the hint in her voice that she wanted to speak with the girl. She needed to confront her about the incident when she bit Haruka. It wasn't something she really wanted to talk about, but she needed to know if the girl harboured ill-will towards her. If she did, she would have to find a way to remedy that. She didn't want Haruka to hate her for what she did, but at the same time, she wouldn't blame her if she did. She hated herself enough for the action and it was something she never wanted to repeat again.

Subconsciously, her fingers traced her throat again. It was confusing her still that the thirst still hadn't returned or even seemed to scratch at the back of her throat. Although she'd never admit it, the taste of his blood had only rendered her to a sense of nirvana when she had fed from him. She liked it and even though she wanted more, she couldn't risk taking more than what she had needed. Would that be considered being addicted? She inwardly laughed at herself for the notion. It's not like she'd ever feed from him again. It was a one time thing and something, no matter how disappointed she seemed, that wouldn't happen again. These thoughts only prompted to cause Snow to laugh out at the black-haired vampire and his familiar.

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"I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold."





Haruka woke with a jolt as a scream escaped her lips, merely seconds later someone flew into the room through the shut door. Asuka stood in the open door way as a sigh of relief escaped the girls lips. Asuka hand put a on her hip, as she stared at Haruka before looking around the room and towards the window, most likely wondering what had made the girl jolt awake and scream so suddenly. "Haruka, how are you feeling?" Asuka broke the silence with a simple question. For a moment Haru just started at her, and then she let herself fall backwards onto the pillows. "Like I slammed my head on the ground." She replied plainly as she stared up at the ceiling.Clearly she had been out for longer then one day, and of course she remembered what had happened, but at the same time..

Haruka turned her head to the side and nearly groaned when she saw what day it was, she out been out of it for more then one day, which meant she had so much work to make up it wouldn't even be funny, it would just be headache. She sighed aloud before sitting back up and staring at Asuka she was deep in her own thoughts as she subconsciously traced her throat with her hand. Seeing the Prefect do this brought up memory's from the other night, along with questions. Haruka frowned as she lazily leaned her head back to stare at the ceiling once more.

"Asuka..." Haruka's voice came out in a tired way, as if she had gained many years of life while she slept. "Human...Do humans have a purpose when they are born?" She allowed herself to fall backwards once more, her body making a dull thump as it hit the bed. "I know you don't know the answer but...I have been wondering recently...because they are born, do they have an important duty?" Haruka held her hand up in the air as she stared at it, her blue eyes duller than usual as she allowed her thoughts to flow from her mind and out her mouth, a forbidden passage she had tired so hard in the last few years to keep blocked. "The meaning of being born...for humans to find that answer,for us to find that answer...one human can only do so much." Haruka let her hand drop back down to the bed as she let out a deep breath. "I've realized what is the most painful thing one could feel...what I have felt." She bit down on her lip, hard.

Did she really want to tell Asuka about her past? Did she really want her room mate to know? Would it be so horrible for someone else to know what she had been through in life, or would it be better to end the conversation here and now? In a strange way, Haruka felt like, by telling Asuka about her past, she would be secretly telling her she was forgiving her for what had happened. "The feeling that...you are not needed by anyone in this world." She covered her eyes with her arm, she didn't want to dry by going over her memories, by thinking about her past. She would feel weak if she cried now for something that had happened so long ago. "Flesh woulds bleed and they may seem painful, but as time goes on the pain eventually disappears, and if you use medicine, the wounds will even heal faster." She moved her arm and brushed her fingers across the badge on her fore head. "But the tricky wounds are the one's in your heart, those are the wounds that are difficult to head..." She moved her hand from her head and rested it on her chest, where her heart was. "A wound to the heart is different from a flesh wound...there are no ointments to heal it, and there are times when they are never healed, when the wound is to grave and to deep within the heart to be able to heal properly." Haruka dug her finger nails in the skin the protected her bones and blood.

She wanted the pain that would always be with her to leave, she was so tired of the ache that always filled her heart because she was not needed, let alone wanted, but those around her, and if she was she was merely a tool to be used. Why do people do that to other people? It makes no sense...Right? "I...I wonder why we are born, if we are meant to feel such pain, weather a flesh would or a wound of the heart...what's the point of it all if we all are taken away by death in the end? Are we meant to learn from the pain? Why? So we can take it's secrets to the grave? This world..this world makes no sense...but at the same time...maybe it's better we don't have the answers...I don't know..I just....I don't want this pain anymore." Haruka sat up and started at Asuka, her blue eyes looks empty and dark as her bangs covered half of her face. "It's killing me from the inside out." She whispered the last part more to herself than to her room mate, but it couldn't have been more true.

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"These feelings of not having a purpose...they are natural, because everyone wants to have a purpose whether it's to a cause or just to someone."




Snow let out a hearty laughter at Sora's response. His feathers plumed with the laughter as Snow kept his gaze on the boy. Truly this pure-blood was something interesting for the way he stared at him. The confusion, whether anyone could tell if Sora was or wasn't, was evident to Snow. He could see it in the black abyss of his eyes and this only added to the laughter. Settling down, he was about to continue when the ring of a phone echoed throughout the rooftop. He glanced at Sora as he picked it up. He cocked his head to the side in confusion when the pure-blood mentioned something about keeping her safe. Oh, so there was someone else important to this vampire. This Kaede seemed to be very important to Sora, and Snow's eyes only gleamed with amusement.

"You should know that I am not lying Sora. I might not know you, or your history, but I can see the emptiness in your eyes. An empty being, a soulless husk, can still have someone love it. How they choose to receive it, that is up to them," and with that, Snow left. He would leave the vampire alone for now. He did not need to intrude on the vampire's personal business and he wasn't going to pry any further. He knew how to keep his distance.




Asuka was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of Haruka's voice. She smiled at the girl's response. If she had known how true those words were, she would understand why her head felt like that. What took Asuka by surprise was the next string of sentences flowing from the girl's mouth. Asuka's eyes softened greatly as she contemplated the words. Everyone has a purpose, it just takes a bit of time to discover that. But then again, at the same time, Asuka had felt the same at one point. What was her purpose? She was the first of her kind, or at least she thought so. A being in between light and dark, what purpose could she possibly serve to anything, let alone anyone? She sighed as she sat at the corner of Haruka's bed, grasping the girl's hand as she noticed the faint amount of blood the girl had drawn from herself.

"It's natural for anyone to feel ask those types of questions. I believe that everyone has a purpose. While it is true, only one person can do so much, it is enough for them to be recognized as important to something else. Whether that something along the way becomes someone, we all have a purpose," Asuka stated. Her heart was heavy, she could see that much in Haruka as she glanced at the red-head. It was a shame for someone, especially a human, to feel such things. It only caused Asuka to want to protect this girl more. Whether she would allow her to, it was up to Haruka, but she would still protect her from the shadows if it came down to it. She sighed, releasing the girl's hands before cupping her face with both hands. She forced Haruka to stare at her and continued.

"That is where you are wrong. A wound to the heart can be healed. It might be an unorthodox way of healing, but it can still be mended. We just have to have the courage to see what exactly it is that our hearts need," she sighed. This was a feeling all to well Asuka knew. Deep down, her heart had been scarred by her mother when she left. Asuka knew it wasn't her mothers fault, at least now that she is older she does. But that scar had been healed thanks to her uncle and her brother. She shook her head slightly as she released Haruka's face. The last piece of information still rang in Asuka's head. Born to feel pain? That was truly something she had often wondered herself, but that pain...it became tolerable. Slowly, she was finding something else to fill that pain with, or rather, she was learning to lean on someone for the pain to go away.

"Death, life, pain, pleasure, these all coincide with each other. Remember this, everyone dies, even those who are deemed immortal. We are never truly alive unless we have someone to share a life with. Pain becomes tolerable and so does the notion of death because in the end, we didn't take the secrets to our graves, but we shared them with someone. No one wants to feel pain, but if we never felt pain to begin with, how would we ever know what pleasure would feel like?" she stated as she grasped Haruka into an embrace. This girl, even though Asuka felt nothing but remorse for biting her, was slowly becoming important to her...just like Sora. He was important to her and it was a feeling she couldn't quite understand. All they ever did was argue or insult each other, but why did that matter so little to her? Their interactions, regardless if she had shown it or not, had always made her smile.

There was a sick twisted part of her that had always enjoyed their little talks and she couldn't imagine what she would have done without them. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why his blood had seemed to sate her for the time being. Because he was her friend now. Even as this girls' blood flowed from the open wounds, Asuka made no notion to try and take it from her. Although she would like to, she just didn't feel the need to. She released Haruka from her embrace and smiled brightly at the girl.

"No one can change the past, but they can make the first step here and now into a better future. Will you allow me to be part of your future Haruka? As a friend?" she questioned, holding her hand out in what was an attempt for the girl to agree and shake it. Before she could get a response, there was a fluttering scent echoing throughout the halls and through the school. She knew this scent, it belonged to Rosenkruez. But why did it seem to be magnified? Like he had exploded and all of his blood had been smeared along the halls? She shook the scent from her senses. As alluring as the scent may have been, she was going to ignore it as much as she could. She didn't need to be lured into a dangerous situation again, especially with Haruka in front of her bleeding.