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“To hate something you used to love is such a painful feeling.”

“I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.”

Nickname: Kari or Ari

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Pure-Blood turned human.

Role: Pure-Blood turned human Prefect,Day Class Student Council President.

Hair Color: Natural light pink

Eye Color: Dark red

Skin Tone: Fair/Pale

Height: 5'5

Weight: 125lb

“I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I’m already too late.”

Physical Description:
Hikari has long, natural light pink hair that most the time she loosely ties off on both sides of her head. She has large dark red eyes that contrast's with her pale skin nicely and full light pink lips, that most of them time are turned down in a frown. She tends to lose her train of thought easily and she tends to day dream and zone out all of time, and when she does she ends up pursing her lips and pulling together her eyebrows as she stares, unblinking at something for as long as she stay's trapped into her mind, captivated by her own thoughts. When she is in this state, most people don't go near her, and that's mostly because her eyes get a hard, steely look that could scare off any who are lacking courage. When she wear's her hair down, it goes a little past the middle of her back and lays in waves. Most the time she'll be seen in the schools uniform or her own clothes.

She has a very slender, yet curvy form, through she isn't one to show off, she doesn't connect to other's very well, and most of the time it's because some people are too scared to approach her. Through her body is slim, she still has a bit of a athletic build, and she tends to work out at least three times a week, to keep up her build and not become frail and helpless. When she is angry, her eyes will seemingly darken until a dark red or nearly black, but when she is happy they'll be bright and have a kind of spark in them that most people would notice wasn't there before. Most of the time she just has an expression less look on her face, not willing to give anything away about how she feels or what she's thinking.

Romantic Interest: TBA

Skills and Abilities:
She is a really good runner, she loves to run and jog and swim, that's what she does when she is overly stressed and cant think straight. She is an avid reader, and could read a whole book in one day, then be able to write a brilliant essay on it and nearly get a equally brilliant scour on it. She loves to write, and that's another thing she does to clear her mind, she writes. A lot of the time she can be found in the library, reading more than one book at a time with a very peaceful look on her face. She is very tough, and can withstand quite a bit of pain.

She also likes to go for walks at night or in the rain, both seem to calm her down and she can just relax and feel comfortable and more open. She tends to skip out on class and ends up finding little hiding places to take a nap in. Ari also has a small garden out on the forest, hidden from view. She is the only one that knows about it and she safeguards it with her life. It's the place she escapes to quite often.

“Avoid hurting the hearts of others, the poison of your pain will return to you.”

Dominant Traits:

STUBBORNNESS: She hates being told what to do and when to do, she likes you go her own way and not listen to people if their being unreasonably bossy.

BIG HEART: She tends to be too trusting and loving, she takes pity on others and she loves everyone, through she hides it, and her emotions can get the best of her sometimes.

HUMOR: She tends to crack jokes all of the time, even at the worst of times.

SHORT TEMPER: She has a very short temper, and when it gets off she tends to see red and do thing's she shouldn't do, which never really ends up helping the situation.

TARDINESS: Never bothering to set alarms of any kind, Ari often finds herself losing track of time and thus being late. Due to her stubbornness, she refuses to even simply wear a watch or set an alarm on it.

Likes:
✔ Reading
✔ Writing
✔ Flowers
✔ Music
✔ Rain
✔ Night time

“Things get bad for all of us, almost continually, and what we do under the constant stress reveals who/what we are.”

Dislikes:
✘ Bright lights
✘ Loud people
✘ Boring classes
✘ Rude people
✘ The heat
✘ Mornings

Other: Unknown to most is the fact that Hikari is a human turned Pure-Blood, in fact it is unknown to ever herself. The young girl has no idea that her real family are actually descendants of the King who had made the deal Devil, which is why to most her blood smells very pure and tempting. When she was younger her parents, who loved her dearly, turned her human in hopes of saving her from a Hunter attack at the last second..

When the hunters found them, they were surprised that the two Pure-Bloods had a small human child with them, and thinking the worst, they killed them and took the small girl with them. She didn't know anything except her first name, so the hunters passed her off to another family, who raised the girl as a hunter. The reason Hikari hates some Vampires is because she has been led to believe that the Vampires that had her were the ones that had killed her real parents. Hikari has no idea that all it would take to get her memory's back and to turn back into what she was truly meant to be, is one bite from a Pure-Blood Vampire.

She attended Cross Academy because she doesn't want to hate all Vampires, and wants to get over her belief that they are all blood thirsty monsters, through that is easier said than done.

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.. So I'll be your light if you be my love.”

Personality:
Valiant:
1. Possessing or showing courage or determination: "a valiant warrior".
Courage or Courageous:
1. The ability to do something that frightens one.
2. Not deterred by danger or pain; brave.
3. Strength in the face of pain or grief.

Hikari is very tough, and it's hard to earn her trust. Most of the time, if someone wants to gain her trust, she has to know she can be happy around them, that she can put her life in their hands and they wont end up killing her. Often she isn't at the front of the group but rather at the back watching and learning far more than you would think. She has always been able to read people and see things about them that others can't. She is quick witted and willing to speak the truth when no one else will, she has a knack for showing the harder side of life that people want to ignore. Most people take notice of when she butts into a conversation, since she more than likely has something important to say, but she'll only say something important if she thinks it's worth while. She's the girl who stands up for what she believes in, doesn't let others push her around, and does what she wants. She's headstrong, and everyone used to say she was born a natural leader.

Ari holds a great hatred towards most Vampires, her grandfather would always tell her little things, like how somehow,everyone weakness was their strength, how she would one day fight not for other's believes, but for her heart. Ari looked up to her grandfather more then she did her older brother, her grandfather would take her out into the woods, twice every week, and teach her how to fight, how they used to fight in the old ways instead of the new, which she also was learning from her parents, but he had never taken her brother out there to train, only her.

Ari is a firm believer in the idea that scars never go away, that time cannot heal everything. This goes is part of the mindset she has that people need to face there problems and that it is by doing this that they can grow as a person. Never being one to shy away when problems arise up her direct and no nonsense attitude in life makes it so that she very rarely has an issue that is not dealt with quickly. Ari is really smart, and she tends to speak her mind freely and if she offends someone by what she says she always points out that its only offending because they know it's true. She doesn't like to be pushed about or bossed so she stands up for herself and her friends because she believes that if your going to pick on someone, you should be per paired for what would happen next.

She is very imaginative, creative, and extremely crafty. She likes to think out of the box, no matter how ridiculous her ideas are. She hates being told how to do anything, when she should do it, or that she is wrong. She's very blunt, in your face, and can border on rude because she will not hold anything back. She often gets that sarcastic and witty look like she's about to mess with you, but if she doesn't know you and doesn't know if she can trust you, she wont.. She is extremely good at lying and fibbing and shes mostly and extremely, painfully, stubborn. However, if you should ever, ever get past that side of her, you'll see someone who wishes they could trust others, but try's to avert from doing so. When she helps someone, she helps them in a natural way, making it seem like she did it cause she had to. When angered, she'll simply glare or just walk away. She hates to be around crowded areas and prefers to be alone most of the time.. She's distrustful, but all around nice on the surface to nearly everyone. Though she doesn't stand for any injustice, she understands that the world is often filled with injustice, and there isn't much she can do about it.[/font]

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“We are so used to releasing words, we don’t know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, no matter how badly we don't want them to stay, they come back. The words that matter always stay.”

History:
Hikari was raised by a hunter family, to be a hunter. When she was five hunters found her in a home with two Pure-Bloods, they had saved her and given her off to the Tanaka family, who raised her and led her to believe that her true parents had been killed by those Pure-Bloods, and that is why they had killed them and saved her, but in all honesty they had killed them because they were descendants of the king and very first Pure-Blood, they never knew what she really was, in fact very few know, and she is not one of them. Ari often trained with her grandfather, rather than her parents and older brother, and so she took on a new view of the world. As she grew, her hate for Vampires grew, and it didn't help that she had watched her grandfather, her idol, killed by a vampire. In hopes to rid her of some of this hate, Hikari left for Cross Academy, she had been there for two years and started to feel a bit better about vampires, but she knew these were the only good ones out there, the few that came to this school and wanted more than to kill humans.

When ever someone brings up her real parents or her grandfather, she gets either very angry or very sad, mostly Hikari hates that was hadn't been able to save any of them, so she tries to make herself stronger, because she often feels so weak and helpless.

WIP

“Every second of every day, we are dying. From the moment we were born, we were dying, we will always be dying until the very moment we are dead. I never understood why people said that they are living, while people who are ill are said to be dying, whats the big difference? Maybe that they'll die before us? Or maybe..maybe people cant come to terms with the fact that one day, we'll all be dead, and everything we have done will be for nothing.”

Theme Song:My Black Dahlia-Hollywood Undead

So begins...

Hikari Ami Tanaka's Story

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#2013-06-12 09:25:06, as written by Equilibrium

It was good that the girl did not have the audacity to retort. He was not in the mood to tolerate such things at the moment. If she had, she would find herself drowning in the lake. The idea was rather tempting to begin with yet, it would not be in his best interests. At the same time, he does not want to defile the lake which his parents were particularly fond of with her dirt. Soon, the destination was reached. They were now at the grand foyer of the mansion. The pure-blood continued to the stairs. There on the wall, the large family portrait of the Nouralail family could easily be seen. He simply walked passed it and proceeded to the hallways. As for Sodom flew, he towards it happily. "Lady Haruka! See! This is Papa Nouralail and then Mama Nora!" As the black familiar spoke the affectionate labels, he pointed to the specific individuals on the picture.

Haruka found herself in the large foyer behind Azriel when Sodom flew to a rather large portrait. He mentioned who they were, and Haruka couldn't help but stare. "They look like wonderful people," she whispered to the familiar. They were beautiful in a way that only a vampire could possess. She almost felt envious at their appearances, or rather their expressions. She wanted to reach out to the portrait and trace her fingers along it, but kept her hands to her side. She didn't want to be reprimanded for dirtying it. As such, she continued to follow Azriel, keeping her distance in doing so.

Sodom beamed happily as far as it would be possible for him. "They are truly! Mama Nora attended Cross Academy too!" The little familiar noted as if it was common knowledge. He flew besides Haruka while Azriel did not react or much looked at their direction. Perhaps, he did not mind the talk regarding his parents in such a pleasant manner. "I believe..." Having a thoughtful expression, Sodom hummed for a brief moment before finally remembering it. "Mama Nora was Student Council President and helped beautify the gardens at the academy."

It was then the pure-blood stopped on his tracks. Beside him was a door, his eyes glanced to the talkative familiar. "Sodom. Enough." The familiar looked at his Master in wonder. What was wrong with talking about Mama Nora? "But Master..." Those ash ebony eyes of his held a simmer of cold flame. He clearly did not like repeating himself. As a result, Sodom pouted with clear disappointment. Seeing this reaction which was to his liking, he opened the door near him. "This will be your room for the remainder of your stay here." He did not enter the premises but instead looked at the girl prompting her to enter first. He had an idea of locking her there forever it was plausible but his goals intervened.

She softly smiled at the familiars response. Cross Academy seemed to draw in many different people. That much could be said seeing as it did currently house a very notorious pure-blood with a personality resembling that of a rock. Ah, so that would explain why some of the landscaping around the school looked rather...beautiful. But then again, how long had it been since this Mama Nora had been at the Academy? The gardens didn't seem like they were well kept now a days, but that was because the gardening club hadn't been as large as it once was. Whatever the reason, her thoughts were rendered to the snap of the pure-blood as he quieted his familiar.

"Stay with me Sodom," she whispered to the familiar as she winced slightly at the tone and reached out to the familiar, grasping him softly as she cuddled him close to her in a comforting manner. He then opened the door to a room and declared this as hers for the remainder of her stay. Hopefully that wouldn't be much longer. She took a hesitant step towards the room, never glancing at the pure-blood. She didn't want to see those eyes that held such a deep abyss. Everytime she did, it only felt like the shackles of the darkness would clench tighter around her, trying to suffocate her in the process. If she could avoid looking at him, then she could perhaps survive the rest of this ordeal until they returned to the Academy where she could hide from him for a bit.

The room in question was fairly large in many aspects. It was fitting to the grandeur of the mansion. Everything was in order and neatly placed to a perfect symmetry. It displayed an array of warm hues which was rather odd depicting a pure-blood family who had been feared by their very own kind as well. The pure-blood did not pay heed to the rather disappointed look of his familiar. Sodom was too much for him at times which was rather peculiar. Why did he have such a creature to be his in the first place? Truly odd in more ways than one. In any case, the girl handled his familiar. It seemed she was not a dull tool as he thought her to be.

"Your luggage should had been stored in those closets beforehand." His eyes lingered at the exquisite wood-crafted dresser with such intricate and detailed carvings of the moon and sun in a harmonious synchronicity. The silent contemplation was interrupted with Sodom's curious query. "Master, are you going to cook?" Yes, there were no servants to begin with. In short, all the needed household chores would be done by them. Sodom who remained closed to Haruka asked with those big amber eyes of his. There was a great deal of silence in the pure-blood's side before looking at the girl. "You should know how to cook." It was not a question rather it was a statement that should only be viable for the answer yes.

So, he hadn't been lying when he said that her stuff was already retrieved from the school and settled into this place. She let a small sigh escape her lips. She was too engrossed with her own thoughts to even notice the grandieur of the room. She might have been left breathless otherwise if she had. The mentioning of food caused Haruka to stare down at the black familiar. Why would he cook? Shouldn't vampires be only able to consume blood? He had tablets for that, or so she pressumed. Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he glanced at her. She knew how to cook, that was a given. She used to do it for Akihiro when her parents were not around. She only frowned.

"Yes, I do, but," she paused. She wasn't the best cook in the world, but a majority of the dishes she could make were edible. With a deep breath, she glanced at the familiar, "What do you wish to eat?" she asked the familiar as she forced a smile on her lips. She would cook for the both of them, but not the pure-blood. Unless she had too, which she was hoping the answer to that would be no. She still couldn't comprehend a vampire needing to consume solid foods. Although, she herself could survive on either foods or blood tablets, however; blood tablets were needed ever so often.

There was no denying it. Haruka's answer delighted Sodom who did a pirouette in the air to express this. "Yehey! Master's cooking is dreadful!" Upon hearing this statement, the pure-blood narrowed his eyes towards Sodom who immediately froze and hid behind Haruka. This creature was truly troublesome than useful. "But... But..." He then turned his back from them as he proceeded to leave the room. There was no need for him to eat such meals. Actually, it was for Sodom who liked such cooked meals He would never understand why the creature liked such things.

At the same time, his familiar had the nerve to criticize his cooking when in the end he only did it due to the annoying cries of Sodom. "I will show you the kitchen." This was the only statement that the pure-blood said as he finally exited the room. As for the hyperactive familiar, he peered behind Haruka and released a sigh of relief. "Lady Haruka, you should never let Master do any kitchen work.... It's... horrible..." Remembering the times the pure-blood did cook, it was a scene out of a macabre film. The familiar visibly trembled before returning to his usual energetic self. "Come! Come! Come! I want curry!!!" With that said, Sodom gestured for her to follow his Master.

It seemed the familiar was truly something. He momentarily caused her to forget about Azriel's appearance and let a light laugh escape her lips. Jiro only cocked his head in confusion as he found the familiar's antics a bit childish. He seemed too easy to please really in his mind. The laugh was cut short though when Sodom hid behind Haruka. But if Sodom was hungry, and she needed to cook, there was only one question on her mind. Where was the kitchen? This was soon answered by the pure-blood, stating he would show her the kitchen in which she could only obey and follow. She glanced at the familiar when he mentioned to never allow Azriel to do kitchen work. She laughed lightly again, rubbing the familiar's ear in the process.

"If I live that long Sodom, I will cook for you. But I do not promise anything," she replied to the familiar. Honestly, she wouldn't mind cooking for Sodom or Jiro. She could do that much for the familiar who was the complete opposite of his master. He then shouted something about wanting Curry. A faint smile tugged at her lips. It was Akihiro's favorite dish, and something she had learned to perfect for her younger brother. She remembered the first time she cooked for him, it was spicy the first time. Too salty the second time, and too bland the third time. Needless to say it took her almost two years to perfect the meal. "My little brother likes Curry, you are in luck Sodom," she spoke to him in a whispered tone. Why? She didn't know. She didn't want the pure-blood to hear her she supposed, but given his heightened abilities, he would regardless.

Soon enough, they reached the kitchen. It had the similar beautiful architecture trend. The kitchen screamed luxury and catered all the needed kitchen appliances and utensils. Everything was in order. Azriel glanced to the girl and the familiars who trailed behind. "Do as you please and cook that rodent something to eat." Sodom clearly did not like his Master calling him rodent. Although, this was only done by the pure-blood when he is rather offended by his familiar in terms of someone being better than him. "Sodom is not a rodent! It is because Master cooked curry before and turned into soup!"

His eyes narrowed to irritation due to Sodom's statement. However, there was truth to that. It was then he looked at the girl. There was lingering doubt and hesitation. However, it soon returned to its usual steel and icy gaze. "Show me how to cook that curry." Sodom's eyes widened in horror as he attached himself quickly onto Haruka. "No! No! No! Don't allow Master to cook it! Lady Haruka, don't let him!" The familiar begged like spoiled child. It was evident that the pure-blood was getting annoyed by his familiar. His eyebrow was already twitching which was a rare sight. Perhaps, this was one of the reasons why Sodom was not called out too much.

As she pleased? What funny words. If that were the case she would leave and never come back, however; she knew the underlying meaning to those words. Do as she pleased within the kitchen, not what she wanted to do. The next set of words caused her brows to furrow. Sodom may have been many things, but a rodent he was not. Before she could state such, Sodom beat her to the punch, mentioning his master's cooking. Curry into soup, how does one manage that? Well, apparently she had once when she first began to cook curry. Well, it was a good thing Curry could come natural to her now. Without a moments glance, ignoring the eyes on her being until those words came out of his mouth. Had she heard correctly? He wanted to learn to cook Curry? Had this been another life, she would have laughed. Oh yes, laughed so much that she would have cried. Sodom clung to her being, pleading for her to not let him cook.

"Sodom, he wants to watch. He will not be cooking, I will," she stated, trying to reassure the familiar that she was still going to be the one cooking. Although in reality, she didn't want an audience. It made her nervous. She could already feel her palms sweating slightly, however; she took a deep breath and made her way to retrieve the utensils she would be needing along with the proper pots, pans, and other tid bits. She was going to make an easy, simple curry, or rather, Karē. It was a simple dish, only requiring minimal effort really and the one type of curry dish she mainly made. The rice would be the easiest thing to cook, so she'd save it for last as to not let it cool too quickly.

Grabbing the necessary ingredients, she proceeded to make the curry with much effort. A tedious task really, but regardless, she put much effort into making it. She didn't want to disappoint the familiar and would honestly like the ability to say that she could do something better than the pure-blood. Who knows, maybe she'd even try and steal the familiar away from the pure-blood in the process. He didn't deserve the insults he threw at the creature any more than she did. When everything was finished, she put together a small plate and gave it to the familiar first, awaiting to see his reaction to her dish. She hadn't put much effort before into creating a dish, but like she had previously wanted, she didn't want to disappoint the familiar. "I hope you enjoy it Sodom," she stated towards the familiar.

Her reassurance served well as Sodom was once more happy. Knowing his Master would not soil the food, it was truly a wonderful thing. As for the pure-blood, it was rather unprecedented that this little incapability of his be revealed to someone. More over to a girl he cares nothing for, it is true she is his wife. But then again, it was nothing more but a means to an end."Yipee! Lady Haruka's curry! Lady Haruka's curry!" Sodom hummed enthusiastically while flying around Haruka who was now busy preparing his curry meal. On the side, Azriel cannot help but get more infuriated by his familiar. It was probably better not to have called upon the black ball of chaos. From the very beginning, Sodom was useless. Yet, if that was the case why did he not just throw the creature away? Sometimes, he does not even understand himself as he watched the girl cooked. He could easily tell the girl was giving effort in preparing a measly meal for his familiar. What was the point in doing that?

When it was done, Sodom looked at the presented curry before him. His eyes sparkled like the rising sun. It seemed he was even shedding tears in complete joy. "Finally a curry that looks curry! You're a blessing Lady Haruka!" The familiar stated with truth as he soon quickly plunged himself to the curry and tasted it. A few moments were filled with silence as Sodom registered the taste. His face then twisted into pure pleasure. "....Delicious! It's really good! Much Much Much Trillion times better than Master's!" Yes, it was the last straw. Azriel who had stayed on the side approached Sodom and pulled the dish out of his familiar's way. "My curry!!! Give it back!" Those eyes of silvery black held a distinctive amount of annoyance and his lips were in a frown. "What is delicous about a meal cooked by her." Yes, there it was again the arrogance and haughty show of displeasure. "Lady Haruka made that for me! Master is just jealous! Jealous!"

Jealous? Him? Why would he ever feel such a thing towards any object or a person in that matter? He is never jealous. "Enough Sodom. This is not delicious at all." As if to prove that point, he took a bit of the curry and tasted it. Sodom who was already crying and wailing knew what would follow. It would be his Master's cruel criticism. The pure-blood never run out of anything bad to say which Sodom was beginning to take notice. However, there was just a great deal of silence before placing the plate down before Sodom. The familiar immediately stopped crying and looked at the plate then to his Master noticing a change in demeanor. "Master?" The said pure-blood looked at the girl with such a pointed look. He would never admit it to her. It would be better to die than anything else. But... "Curry now."

Sodom's reaction caused the small smile to return to Haruka's face. It seemed that this creature truly was a ball of light, unlike his master and despite his coloring. It was a shame really. She was growing attached to the black creature that belonged to something she wanted to break free from. This feeling, it was contradicting her nature so much that the irregular beating of her heart began again. But this time, it was something completely different. It wasn't the irregular beating of fear, but of anxiety, worry. What was she so worried about? She'd have to think about it later, Sodom was creating a mess. With a sigh, she grabbed the nearest towel she could and made her way towards the familiar, however; she was stopped at the next set of actions. Azriel took the plate away from Sodom, and questioned her ability. She wanted to comfort Sodom, but found herself unable to.

The next course of actions, followed by words spilling from the familiars mouth, had elicited a reaction from the pure-blood she wasn't quite sure how to react to. He declared her dish as something not delicious, and to prove it, he tasted it. She winced a bit, waiting for the harsh words to fly from that mouth of his, however; only silence greeted them. It was an odd sensation and something that she found rather unnerving. It didn't serve better when he fixed her with that look of his. Then, words left his mouth. Was he demanding curry from her? After what he just stated, he was demanding her curry. The irony was just too much for Haruka as she finally allowed the laugh she had been holding in to escape. She truly did have a death wish for laughing at the pure-blood, but regardless, she now has something she could hold over the pure-blood. Why did that make her happy?

"As you wish," she couldn't help but state, although it came out a bit more endearing than she had intended. Maybe she finally snapped? Or perhaps she finally just lost all sense of reality and was now in a world in between? Really, she hated the pure-blood, but this...this was something she was going to record in her memory and have for a while. She felt a swelter of pride fill her being as she obliged the pure-blood, grabbing a larger plate than Sodom's (since Sodom was a small creature) and filled it with her cooking. She placed the plate in front of the pure-blood and went to clean the mess she had created before making her own plate. Although she truly wasn't hungry, so she opted to play with her food for a bit.

Finally. Sodom cannot help but beamed very brightly at the words that escaped his Master's mouth. His Master demanded curry. "Master really is the shy type, aren't you?" Without another word, Azriel delivered a painful flick to the familiar's nose in which Sodom wailed once more. "Master is being a meanie! Meanie! Meanie!" In any case, the pure-blood decided to ignore the incessant cries of his familiar as the girl indulged with a laughter. When did the world turned upside-down and he was someone to be laughed at? Truly is she laughing at him? How he wanted to tear her throat and to say that she has no right. Yet, it would impossible for him to do such a thing. Then again, there was also this sense he did not mind her voice that much. So, he let her laugh like that.

Then, a plate of curry was served before him. He directed his eyes to Sodom who was still crying about the flick he did. "Don't waste your food or I will eat it." This effectively silenced Sodom who immediately ate his portion. There was no way he would allow his Master to hog all of the curry. Seeing this, Azriel was finally able to focus on the meal before him. He then ate the curry with a rather pronounced elegance that was inherent in him. It was then his eyes traveled to the girl who seemed busy with playing with her meal. "Don't play with your food." He stated as he took another bite from his plate. Whether he was enjoying the curry or not, it cannot be observed as his face remained indifferent. Yet, he was the kind who would not eat anything he does not favor to begin with.

"There will be a party." Azriel noted once he was done with his meal. His eyes glanced at the girl. "You will attend with me." His voice once more did not leave any room for arguments. Although, there was a certain glint in his eyes of concern. However, it was so easily ignored as it turned into an illusion. "Once there, don't stray from my side. I cannot protect you when you're not near me." For once, the cold tone he used held a degree of truth. Actually, he did not see any reason to lie to the girl. So, he never did. After all, there was no use having the effort to do so. Standing from his seat, he picked his plate and Sodom's which were both empty. He looked at the girl's plate as well. "Done." In his monotone voice, one would wonder if he was aking a question or not. But actually, he was.

Haruka kept her attention on her plate, pushing pieces of the rice into the curry sauce and watched as the two mixed. The white coloring was becoming stained with the browns of the sauce. She knew it would be cooling down soon if she didn't eat it soon, but she couldn't force herself to eat something when she herself wasn't hungry. She heard Azriel state to Sodom to eat his curry otherwise the pure-blood was going to and then for her to not play with her own food. She frowned slightly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes when the soft purring of Jiro captured her attention. He gave her a look that said how could you forget about me, as she smiled at the cat. Quickly standing from her spot, she grabbed a bowl and placed a small portion of her meal into it and gave it to Jiro. She wouldn't be wasting her food then. She could give the rest to Sodom, but before she could even ask, he spoke.

"A party," she couldn't help but repeat. She didn't know he had such things. Weren't they usually labeled as formal Ball's or something similar? She ignored the feeling as she finally met his obsidian gaze. A frown marred her face when he spoke of her to not stray from his side. If this was such an event, then why bother going in the first place? That did not make sense to her at all. Even so, why should she go if all she would be is a hinderance to the pure-blood? Regardless, she had already learned that to avoid pain and torture, she wouldn't go against his word. At least not for now she wouldn't. She hadn't even realized she absentmindedly ate her food as he stood from his seat, stating (or questioning, she couldn't tell) she was done. She lanced down at the empty plate now and sighed. So maybe she was a little hungry.

"I'll take care of them," she stated with a sigh, standing from her chair as well, grabbing her empty plate and Jiro's from the floor. She went to collect the plates from the pure-blood, and for a moment, she felt a skip of something. She didn't know what it was, and she stopped momentarily in her place. She was going to take care of the dishes, after all she was the one who cooked. It was only what she had been taught. The one who cooks cleans up their mess as well. With that in mind, she took the plates and piled them in with the dishes, allowing the warm water to sooth her hands. She hadn't realized she had been clutching the dishes tightly either. Well, this was surely an interesting night, and now she gets to attend a party with the one thing she'd rather not. One thing was for certain in her mind, she had truly lost it if she was even considering the thought.

The plates were removed from his hands as the girl decided to take care of it. If she wanted to do that, he had nothing to say against it. Thinking about this so-called party just came out of nowhere. He was not certain who was the organizer however, the majority of all the vampires were invited. The Celestias, the Morgans and other affluent and influential families of the vampire world. He saw the invitation that was placed on the desk at the study. It was insinuating and outright challenging him with such poetic words. As such, he knew for a fact that the girl would not be completely safe if he chooses to leave her here all alone. He hardly cares for her welfare. Even if she runs away, there was no severing the twisted bond they now shared. But, the fact this place might be targeted because his one weakness was home alone. He cannot afford that. This Mansion had enough attacks for a lifetime. There would be no second time on his watch.

"Haruka." This was the second time he called her name. However, this was the first time he had done so without the need of a lie. He only does this when he acknowledges someone for a specific ability. Well, he could have called her Kurosawa but the face of Yoshiro bothered him. In addition, he never called a person the same name. So, this was the only thing he called her except for tool, you, woman, or wench. "This is a formal event." Noticing her hold on the dishes, he approached and took them away from her hands.

"The Nouralail is respected but has a lot of enemies from both vampires and humans." He stated, as he proceeded to wash the dishes in her place. There was a prevalent grace in the way he does it. "To get to me, they will get to you." Ordinarily, he would have not inform her anything and just dragged her to anywhere he liked. As for danger, he would handle it since the girl was easily frightened and was incompetent in front of the vampires. But, she cooked well. Then, there was the inviation dripping with many connotations and most of them were not entirely pleasing to him. So... "Do you understand." There it was again the monotone voice that was natural for him. Yet, it was a question.

She seemed to have drowned everything out as the water ran. The only thing that snapped her out of her dream-like state was the sound of her name. It hadn't come from Jiro or Sodom. It came from him. This was the first time (she didn't count the first one truly at her home) he addressed her as such. She turned to see him approach and took the dishes from her hands. He proceeded to wash the dishes and spoke of the enemies his family possessed. It was natural that a vampire would have enemies. Humans as well, it was just a vicious circle of life. This she knew a little about. Although she hadn't known enemies truly, she never gave anyone reason to hate nor like her. She settled for neutrality regardless of her closed off ways.

She only sighed deeply when he mentioned her. Not only was she a tool to this man, but to his enemies as well. She would have scoffed at the bitter-sweetness of it all had she been in the right state of mind. So, in order to prevent being used any further, all she had to do was remain at his side. Easy enough. If she could pretend for the sake of her parents, then for the sake of her own life (or was it for him?) she would do as she was told awhile longer. She glanced at him when he finished speaking. She understood. That much she truly did. Wiping her hands on a nearby cloth, freeing them from any access water, she gave her full attention to the pure-blood, her stone eyes reflecting something she wasn't quite sure how to describe.

"I do," she replied. He mentioned it would be a formal event. That meant she had to have something pleasant to wear. She could find something and put it together that would be pleasing enough, and also cover the mark on her chest. Her hand rested on it slightly as her thoughts blanked. She finally came to realization that not only would she be attending a formal event, but she'd be attending an event that would no doubt house vampires. So far, her fear had seemed to be suppressed at the current moment. Maybe it was because Sodom and Jiro were around, she didn't know. But would she be able to contain it there? She'd deal with it when the time came.

There was silence at Azriel's end. He contemplated if she could handle such an event. Back then, their sharing of a room at the academy was a breeze for him. It was because she had this great fear of vampires. Thus, it was easy for him to make the girl stay away as far as possible. This time, it would be different. He cannot afford to have her far from his reach. "Sodom and Jiro will be there with you." He reached for a towel and wiped his hands dry as well. "I will be waiting for you at the foyer." The pure-blood noted for her as she would need to prepare and all. It will be the same for him but he had deduced women needed more time than men could ever do. But before he stepped away from her, he noticed a speck of curry traces at the corner of her mouth. Normally, he would have ignored it. But, somehow, there was this inkling. May be, it was because he was back at his home, may be it was due to the song, due to the curry... due to...

His hand reached out unconsciously and removed the trace with a gentle swipe of his finger. He then placed the said finger to his lips and licked it clean from the leftover curry. His eyes held a brief flash of disappointment as there were no more curry. Such a glint should be considered childish and unfitting for him, but it was soon gone allowing it be a mere hallucination. "If you ever feel fear that paralyzes you. Remember, I am the only one allowed to do that." He let his hand near his lips to fall to his side.

"So rise. I would not have it any other way." After stating that, he turned his back at her. Soon, he was out of sight as Sodom hovered near Haruka and smiled warmly. "Don't worry Lady Haruka! We won't let anything happen to you ever!" Then, the familiar had a thoughtful look. "Does Sodom need to wear a tuxedo since it's a formal event?" He then looked at Jiro then to Haruka. Because, he specifically wondered if he had any at all. "I bet Lady Haruka will look very beautiful! Go knock Master a peg down again!" Whether that was out of the most innocent notion, this night was yet to come to an end. After all, a meeting that spanned generations was about to be unveiled.

Jiro and Sodom? Wouldn't that create more hindrances? If she had to keep an eye on her own familiar, it would only cause her worry. Jiro stared up at his master, eyes sharing the concern she had. As much as he'd like to be there with her, he didn't think it was wise either. He'll be there in another way for her. As for Sodom, he was Azriel's familiar so that was his decision to make. If Sodom would be there, then that would be enough for Haruka. At least so in her mind, so she shook her head. She glanced at the pure-blood as he dried off his hands, however; he didn't step away. He did something rather odd and unbefitting of himself, or at least that was the impression she had. His hands reached out to swipe some left over curry on the corner of her lips. He then licked it from his hand, and for a moment, Haruka thought she saw a disappointed look in his eyes. The inkling was ignored previously as she was listening to his speech. And then there he was again, stating he was the only one who could cause her such fear. The notion had left a feeling of heat flooding her face. Such a notion, an action, was something that shouldn't be shared so easily.

"Easier said than done," she whispered when the pure-blood left. Sodom brought her back to reality with his question. "I am sure you do not, but regardless, you will look handsome if you do wear one," she stated, leaning so that she pecked the black familiar in the middle of his forehead with her lips. With a deep breath, she left the kitchen and made her way towards her room. She was to get ready. It wouldn't take her long really, but since it was a formal event, she would need to at least take care in her appearance. She didn't have very many nice articles of clothing. Things like that didn't matter to her, especially when she had grown up in a hunter's home. Appearances meant very little in the Kurosawa house-hold. With that in mind, she rummaged through what clothing she did have. Then, she found it. The one thing that would be fitting to wear and still manage to hide the mark across her chest. It was a simple black dress. Nothing too revealing, and covered everything that didn't need to be seen.

Now it was time for her hair after slipping into the article of clothing. She found the clip her mother had given her for her birthday last year. It was a turqoise color, a contrast to her orange hair and would without a doubt be noticeable. Pulling her hair up into a loose bun, she clipped the clip in place, allowing some of the strands to fall behind her in elegant waves. Next, it was time for the one thing she hated most. Make-up. She didn't see a need for it as it only irritated her. Once, she had forgotten she was wearing it and had rubbed her face with something, smearing it in the process and gave her a rather, unforgettable appearance. So, this time, she'd just do it rather lightly. Once she was finished, she did a once over and seemed satisfied. She didn't want to have to put too much effort into her appearance if she wasn't really going to be noticed that much. As such, she glanced at her familiar and Sodom, her eyes giving the questioning glint before walking out. She'd make her way to the foyer to wait for Azriel if he wasn't already there.

Eyes held great contempt towards the invitation in his hand. If it was possible that such emotions could be delivered to the sender this way, he would already slaughtered the proponent of this party. He disliked such public events and rarely attended any of it. If he does, he has a purpose, specifically towards someone that earned a spot in his grand design. Keeping the offending paper, he proceeded to the foyer where he had deigned to wait for the girl. Truly, he did not like to have her accompany him to this charade. It is true that the news of him taking a wife had spread like wild fire to the vampire society. Many had already asked for a chance to meet her.

This only meant one thing as well. She will be viewed as a threat or an asset by those people who wanted to destroy or to use him. It would be problematic but, leaving her behind was not also an option for him. So, he would just have to keep a close eye on her. As he arrived there, the girl was not yet present. He simply stood there donning a tailored black suit with a white inner shirt. It fitted his form quite majestically. He wore a coat around his shoulders and somehow, he seemed to be a character that literary stepped out of a painting about a duke or prince.

Few minutes passed by, his patience was soon rewarded when the girl made her appearance. His eyes of ash onyx affixed on her form. It seemed he would rather have a hard time from keeping the eyes of annoying maggots away from her. Although, he would rather bite his own tongue than to tell what she looked like right now. "Finally." He noted as he removed the coat around his frame and placed it over hers. After wards, he walked away knowing the girl will follow. The car was already waiting outside. Once, they were inside. The driver drove to their destination.

There was just silence as Azriel did not speak throughout the duration of the trip. But once they arrived, he could see that there were already a lot of people judging by the sheer noise and senseless chatter. The car door opened as he stepped out first. From the simple notion, he already captured the attentions of the vampires. He was well-known and recognized as the Nouralail pure-blood. He then turned to look at the girl before presenting his hand to her. "Come here."

She wasn't in a rush to leave this place. As odd as it might have sounded in her mind, she didn't want to leave the place because it meant traveling to another unknown location. So, she opted to take her time to the foyer. She had allowed her hands to trace the contours of the mansion as she finally approached her destination. There stood her husband adorned in a tailored outfit. In reality, he looked like one of those characters who were sophisticated and regal in their appearances and only came out in those drama's her mother liked to watch. Although she wouldn't admit it outloud, he had this inkling to him that she couldn't help but smile once more. He placed his coat around her as they made their way to the car. She was so confused really. Everything seemed to have stopped. Maybe fate was playing her wicked game again on Haruka, luring her in with sweet whispers.

In a matter of minutes, or was it hours, they arrived at their destination. There were people present already and were chatting amicably amongst each other. She felt her breath tighten against her throat as a wave of nervousness filled her. It wasn't fear, just her nerves. Her attention was garnered by Azriel who offered her his hand and told her to "Come here". She hesitantly obliged, slipping her hand in his as she stepped out of the car. Instinctively, her hand clutched tighter against his as the scents of various vampires assaulted her nose. They were all different, but at the same time, all the same. They were pungent and disgusting, however; she found it odd that his wasn't. She glanced to the vampire at her side. His eyes were fixed on the people around them as well.

"Just a few hours," she repeated like a mantra to herself. All she had to do was think of this as her parent's home. Only with more vampires. She couldn't stop the goosebumps that pelted her skin and the shiver from falling down her back. How odd it was to feel this fear again when she hadn't felt it so much when they were at the Nouralail Mansion? But then, his words rang through her ears. She sighed, and took a deep breath, allowing him to lead the way to where ever it was they were going.

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#2013-06-18 11:02:53, as written by Emily3456

“Life is never easy, and I shouldn't expect it to be.”

Twenty-Four hours earlier

A breeze swept across the field where two people stood, each holding a sword. Hikari stood across from her adoptive father, the man who had taught her how to be a hunter so she could protect herself against the vampire that had killed her family...if only she knew the truth. They both looked out of breath, but Kari was more beat up than the older man before her. She had slices on her stomach and sides, each of them from when she lost a match. "Again!" His gruff voice shouted from across the field, making Hikari flinch, but she didn't hesitate as she ran towards him, sword raised and at the ready.

"I suggest a blade. It would at least inflict a wound and even useful against humans."

The Pure-Bloods voice rang in her head as she swung on her father, aiming for his neck, through he easily blocked and swiftly kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying a few feet into the air and then into the ground. Hikari forced herself to sit up as she gasped for breath. "Stand up!" He called out once more, unrelenting when it came to her training. She forced herself to stand as she raised her sword once more, ready to attack when the order was called. The two watched each other carefully before he screamed out once more."Again!" He snapped, and as soon as the words left his mouth, she jumped towards him, using an air attack this time. He raised his weapon just in time, making the two swords clang together before the real battle took place. their swords made contact over and over again as their boys moved in blurs across the field. Another loud clang sliced through the air once more as Kari was pushed backwards into the air.

She raised her sword in defense, blocking the attack that would have sliced through her skin like a knife slicing through butter. Her father expected this through, and so he used his other hand to punch her in the stomach and send her flying backwards once more. Hikari grunted as she landed on her feet in a crouching position and slide backwards, stirring the dirt and sending it into the air around her. "Again! You need to cut my left shoulder before we can stop." he said while holding up his blade. Hikari grimaced and ran forward once more. They both moved at the same time, her aiming for his should and him moving to block, however Kari was going for his right shoulder instead of his left. At the last minute she spun around, dogging his move to block her sword, and slashing towards his left shoulder until she felt his skin slice open.

His moved his own sword, aiming for her side and making her blood stain the ground before she could jump away. "Why would you do that?! I got the point, it was over!" She screamed holding her side. he merely shrugged, the shoulder wound seemingly nothing. "By using that move to get my shoulder, you left your left side open to attack. If you are fighting a vampire, they will not stop to end your life, if you leave any blind spots, you're as good as dead." He sheathed his sword as he spoke. Hikari held up the hand that was now covered in her blood as her world blurred. "Grandfather would have never purposely done that.." She spat at him as her world tilted to the side. "That is why you were never taught in sword fighting." He said as her world went black.

. . .

Hikari woke up after five hours of sleep, her mother had banged up her wounds and cleaned up the blood, luckily her father as only attack aiming for her stomach, and not her legs or arms or face, so she didn't look like she had been beaten up unless someone somehow got a glimpse of her bruised and cut up stomach. She winced before shaking her head in annoyance. "I go on vacation from school and end up in worst condition than when I left. Go figure." She rolled her eyes before pulling on a t-shirt over her bandaged chest and stomach before padding out of her room and down the hall to where her parents sat at the dinning room table. She silently sat down with them while drinking the cup of tea that had been waiting for her. Hikari, you have mail." Her mother, well her adoptive mother, said, handing a fancy plain while envelope to the younger girl, who rose her eyebrow.

After carefully opening the letter and reading the contense, she nearly screamed. "What the fuck?" she said plainly, making both her parents look up sharply at her. "Watch your mouth young lady!" SHe mouth scolded while her father just shook his head. "Who ever sent this letter must be mixed up in the head, because they are referring to me as a Vampire and their asking me to attend an All Vampire Party...the hell man." She said shaking her head and throwing the paper down in the middle of the table. She watched as her 'parents' shared a look before turning towards her. "I think you should go." Her father stated before going back to drinking his tea. Hikari looked at him as if he had just grown a second head. "I never knew you had just a broad sense of humor." She said dryly, making her mother snort. "Vampire's do not make mistakes, if you were invited to a Party being hosted by a Vampire, surly you will be safe, seeing as to the fact that you are invited. They will know you are human and they will stay away, you have enough training to protect yourself if need be." He never once looked at her, and a strange feeling settled into her stomach.

"Don't you think it's just..stupid? Sending a human into a party for JUST VAMPIRES?! I know what your getting at, you think something is going down, and if I go we'll have eyes and ears on the inside, well you know what, I'm not gonna stick my neck out for those damn vampires or be you friggin spy!" Her voice raised as she spoke before she stood up and slammed her hands down on the table. "Your grandfather would have wanted you to go." He said cutting her off before she could say anything else. She stood there for a moment, with wide eyes, before shove backwards and making her chair scrape across the ground loudly. "If I'm not back by midnight, don't both looking for me." She hissed the words with so much hate it made her mothers heart sink, and then she was gone, down the hall into her room.

Not even five minuets later Hikari left the house with a bag over her shoulder and the invention in her hand. She would go to that damn party,but not because her grandfather would have wanted her to or her parents wanted her to, none of them were her real family anyway, when it came to family she was completely alone. She would go to the party because she wanted to find out what was going on.

Present day

Hikari neared the location of where the part would be held dressed in a nice white dress with a red pattern on it, and her bag slung over her shoulder. Most of her wounds had healed over night, and she had cleaned and dressed her worst cut before changing and heading towards the Party so none of the vampire got a better smell on her wound than they already would. To be honest, she wasn't sure why she was here, or why she was even going to this stupid party, but if someone thought she was vampire, they were very wrong, and they had to be corrected now, or never.

Let the party begin...hopefully it wont end with blood.

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