I'm sure you do ;D In the meantime, how is school?
And they're younger, so they're cute.
That makes one of us an angel of some sort.
Alcohol? Unless you count wine and alcohol as the same.
At least you're not bored XD
Hope is a very dangerous thing to lose. -Naveen Andrews Above me, I hear the doves. Below me, the floor is polished, no sand or outside debris allowed in. This is a sanctuary, a place of peace, even for murderers. The law is that anyone can find safety here, even a thief. The law does not extend to those who take more then items. The doorkeeper, a blind man, keeps watch. He senses what is in the hearts of those who pass, and what they have done. If he finds you lacking, he will “escort” you out. I have passed before, and this time is no different. He even gives me a smile, though his eyes are focused on the floor. I can't help but smile, then make my way slowly to the altar. There is a staircase behind it, that leads up to the bell, supposedly. It also leads to the room where my masters have adjoined, waiting for me. All four masters are beyond the age of fifty, and each are chosen for their certain quality. Trust, dedication, secretiveness, quickness. Each is represented by an animal, and each has taught me the skills I hold. They await me now, dressed in solemn gray robes, sitting in front of me. I kneel before them, showing the due respect, and lower my head. “It is done, my masters.” Laying the bracelet before them, I keep my face downcast. “He has left this earth.” “Well done, child. You have great talent.” It is Master Nuhktab who speaks, his voice gentle. “We were right to place our trust in you.” The other masters concur. “Tell us, did he give you any words before departing?” This time Master Ariyana speaks. Even with my eyes averted, I can feel hers piercing me clean through, like a falcon. “Truly, the last words a man speaks are the most important of his entire life.” I don't hesitate. “He said nothing, only silence with his last breath. Such seems to be the way of their brotherhood.” Silence meets my answer, but it is not uncomfortable. I rise, and meet each of the eyes that watch me. Seeing no disagreement, I bow, then take my leave. The sunlight beckons to me, and I have an entire day of rest, before I must perform another task. In the town, people are sparring, guards patrol, children run and mothers and wives perform daily chores. It is like any other town, except, when you look up, you see my brothers and sisters, the men and women of my order watching, waiting. They are only novices, not yet ready for a full assassin's job, but they are skilled enough to kill any man. For now, they guard us. I, however, am looking for one. Tainya waves to me from her post, smiling, then offers me a hand up onto her platform. “May you see all that the eagles do.” She greets me, tilting her head downward to to give me the dignity of my station. “And may you fly as high as them.” I embrace her instead, smiling in return. “You are well?” “Yes, not much has stirred the town. The masters are jumpy though..” She draws me into a corner, in shadows, where the two of us may talk in secret. The platform is fifteen feet off the ground, and the highest thing by this rock wall. The wall itself is unclimbable, and we can see anyone coming from below. “They have had double postings of the guards, and everyone has gotten little sleep. They are training us in different fighting styles, but they won't tell us why.” Her dark brown eyes are worried, and rest on my face. “I have noticed. They did not greet me as usual. No word on what has them so excited?” She shakes her head, her black hair just brushing her shoulders. “I shall keep my eyes and ears open, as always, my friend.” I nod, and embrace her again, then jump down, making my way to my temporary quarters. All assassins live in town, and we are each given a house to keep as our own. It passes to someone else when we die, so everyone who lives here now owns a house by a former assassin. Mine belonged to my parents. I check the small stable first, to make sure Star is safe, then head up to my room, shedding the light armor we must wear, and changing into a cloth robe with trousers. The leather boots stay on, with my knife sheaths wrapped around my shins. I replace the knives, then go back out into the town. My hair is loose now, lightly blowing in the breeze. The men take notice, then look away. They know I am untouchable. I head for my secret place, to think. I know my next target, for they leave the name on a single slip of paper, along with a black thread, on your bed. If possible, they give a small amount of information, though such targets are usually hidden quite well, and impossible to search for out of the location. Dipping my toes in the cool water, I stare into the light blue of the ocean. This town is near the sea, a mile or so away. Beautiful as it is, it is defensive as well. We can escape as easily as we can fight for it. My boots lay beside me, the knife in easy reach. I sigh, then slide my legs in a little deeper. This target is difficult, morally. He has a family, or had one. A little sister, a mother, and father. Parents dead, a few relatives left in the city that might offer him shelter, and his little sister. He will not be able to move easily, for she is small. As much as I can think this over strategically, it brings an ache to my heart. The masters do not want the little girl to go free. Digging my nails into the ground, I lose myself in my thinking, and in the clearness of the water. Stupid of me, but irresistible. It is while I am lost in this world of my own, that I sense something outside of it, a danger to me. Moving on pure instinct, I duck, grabbing one of the knives next to me and slashing out while rolling into a sitting position. The man is average, or so he appears. I know better, just as he knows me. I can see his smile as he puts away his weapon. “You are indeed as good as they say, Nigra Cati.” “What would you have of me?” I stay where I am, ready to strike. He could be faking, or signaling. “Simply to ask you a favor. That you hear me out.” “Why would I?” I hiss, baring my teeth in a feral grin. “There is no reason, when you attempt to end my life.” He shrugs. “What I have to say concerns your master, and your newest target. It is not as they would have you see.” Watching him, slowly standing up, I nod. “Fine. Speak, and I will decide whether or not to end your life.”
Chapter 10 I wake up, in a soft bed, but not the one I have been used to. The room isn't dark, but a light color, almost white. An unoccupied chair sits next to me, as well as a large pitcher of the always present water and tablets. Slipping one into a glass, I pour some water in and drink it, letting it refresh me. Setting the glass down, I check. It is still quiet, perhaps even beaten. Great. Checking the doors and windows, I find them locked. I should be worried, but I just can't bother, for some reason. Sitting back on the bed, I stare at the glass, making small fractures in it. The door unlocks, and in steps Zero. His eyes are blank, as usual, his face set in the perpetual grimace it is always set in. I tilt my head, then go up to him, circling him. “What the hell, Yuki?†he mutters, watching me until his head can't turn anymore, then turning his head the other way, to watch me circle again. “Why did you dress in the Headmaster's clothing?†I'm teasing him. But for a moment, a manly fear crosses his face, and he looks down at his shirt. “This is mine!†“You men, always switching clothes.†I shake my head, sighing. “Without me to do the laundry, you've resorted to it yourself.....and look what happens.†He looks again, looking slightly worried, before I can't keep a straight face anymore and start laughing. Surprised, he watches me, then smiles, poking me. “Don't do that! I was seriously worried!†I keep laughing, holding my stomach because it hurts. Eventually, I stop, gasping for breath. “The sad thing is that you actually fell for it!†He smiles again, this time the smile lighting his eyes. We both smile, and then I sit down. “So you rescued me from evil Kaname's clutches. I suppose I should thank my rescuer.†The smile disappears, and he sighs. “You were starving, when I got there. Do you want to tell me what exactly happened?†I shake my head, lowering my eyes to the floor. “I was having issues.†Zero is too perceptive, but he doesn't push the subject, as usual. “This room is yours, as long as you want it.†I nod again, then look up at him, and manage to smile. “That sounds okay.†The moment seems awkward now, as if there's nothing left to say. I want there to be something to say, some reason to make him stay here, but I have no right, not after all the pain I have caused. “I....I'm sorry. For making your existence miserable. For ruining your life here.†I murmur, keeping my gaze away from his straight forward one. I feel like such a liar, and such a nuisance, always needing saving, always in the way. “You didn't ruin it.†He replies. I look up, but he's gone with the slight breeze. Now I know the door was locked, and the window, to keep my scent from getting out. The window is unlocked now, and Kaname will be here soon enough. All I can do is hope that I will be able to handle him w hen the time comes. My conscience twinges, as I remember the cost of my actions, but I did what I had to. Hopefully he will realize I am not a human child no longer, but a vampire princess. He brought this change, he had better be ready for the consequences. * * * * * * * Kaname stared out the window, and inhaled deeply. Yuki's scent had always been irregular, even for a vampire. It still smelled slightly human, like a rose, almost. While it made it easier to find her, it made it harder to stay away. Seiren sat at his side, reading her book. “Don't you find human histories boring?†He asked, not bothering to glance at her. There was a small sigh, then he sensed her smile. “I like history, Kuran-sama. It's interesting to see what people were, and compare it to what they are now.†a page turned, and all was quiet. “Seiren.†Again his voice broke the silence. “I need you to check on a few things for me.†She stood, the book set to the side. “Of course, Kuran-sama.†She bowed, her light colored hair swinging across her face. “The three of your pieces, correct?†Kaname nodded, then smiled at her. “Seiren, if what I think is true, then you know what must be done.†She nodded, her eyes thoughtful, then turned to go. “Kaname....†Rare that she called him Kuran, it was rarer still she called him Kaname. “Yes, Seiren?†He turned to face her, his eyes focused on her face. “You know where I come from, and yet you trust me with all this. Why? Why do you think I will never hurt you?†“You will hurt me one day, Seiren. One day you will unavoidably hurt me. I trust you, because I know that you feel the same as I do about peace. You want it too.†She nodded, gave him a small smile, and disappeared. Kaname turned back to the windw, closing it, and watching as the glass full of liquid next to him shattered. “I should never have begun this.â€
I wonder what it would take to make you say something other then that.
That's got to be interesting XD
Not much. My internet is spazing out, so I'm going to probably have to get off soon. Yourself?
FUUUUUU- uuuuuuu lololololol wat u bin duin?
Aw, you're sweet. I'm okay, yourself? Thanks XD yours isn't bad either.
Nah, I wouldn't. Because then couldn't people do the same to me?
I know, I'm so happy. Then summer soccer'll start.
in ten words or less, yeah XD
Not doing so great XD
I'm sure you didn't mean anything of the sort. Gosh, you taking my searching so literally ;D Movie theater would be cool ;3 I love how you say...
Vampire Knight. Unfortunately it is the only anime I have ever been able to finish. Tried Bleach, but it's sooo ****ing long..... I still didn't like the ending to Vampire Knight, it touched on quite a few moral and ethical issues, but I suppose they wanted it that way to show the difference between vampires and humans.
I have always pronounced it "Zion", like xylophone, because that made the most sense at the time. Apparently now, the characters say it like "Shion", but I will always refer to it as "Zion". Pick what works best, I guess.
There's always a stereotype, and some people like this do exist. The geek, the football player, and such. But some people are willing to break through the stereotype and go out with others "not in their league." That's not even going into the whole popular kids clique ;D
