A/N: Hey guys! So this is the very last chapter in the Blood Stained Flower. I actually completed a story, holy sh*t, but then again it was very short and I already had it written and planned out XD. I would have posted this sooner, but I got busy with the last weeks of school and then laziness. I wanted to sleep in and stuff at home rather than post chapters to my stories.

BUT I did post this last chapter before MY Finals are over. I'm doing my presentation and then tomorrow is my last test. Wish me luck! And I wish you guys luck too! ^^ It's been one hell of a year for me. I am hoping to graduate from college next spring, but we'll see how that goes .

Anyways, in this story it just about wraps up the start of the relationship between the OC and Nekozawa. I don't know if I'll continue this or think about continuing it, but if I do then I'll probably add a 7th chapter just saying that the new story is on my main profile page. Honestly, I don't think I will. That's why I cut it here, but maybe in the future. You never know ^^ and if you guys like it do comment and tell me what you liked about it. It's been a while since I've posted my writing here on and I don't even remember a time when I FINISHED a story. I'm so happy! =D The last time, well, I lost the last half of my story so now I can finally put 'completed' for this story. Thank you guys so much for reading my story and ENJOY YOUR SUMMER VACATION! I certainly will ^^… try. I probably will.

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A sigh left your lips as you stared out the window, watching the downpour as you stood in front of the school doors. "Rain huh? I guess some things never change, but by this time it's usually snowing as well. Japan is so weird," you thought aloud, assessing what you should do. You usually never skip out on the Black Magic Club, but when it comes to rain you kind of would rather sit out in the rain and enjoy yourself then go to the club. So, with an impish smile upon your face, you turned back around, making your way to the nearest girl's bathroom in the school to change. You were prepared for today, for you knew it would rain, and you were stoked to enjoy yourself.

Most would expect a person who has lived with rain and gloom most of their life to not appreciate the rain, but you knew that rain helps life grow and flourish… but more importantly this is the perfect chance to practice your water skills without being noticed. Since it's raining no one will see you manipulate the storm clouds, the raindrops, the flowing streams and lakes and rivers. A rainstorm was your playground and while a windy day can be one as well, a rainstorm is your favorite… even though you're more compelled to use fire abilities. It's actually your forte, but this'll certainly do. You don't mind changes. And living where it's always raining or at least where the sky is always gloomy made practice a lot easier… and fun, but you'll have fun with this. That's for sure.

You wore a simple 'V' cut black tee shirt with a white splatter pattern on the side, blue jeans, and a cloth purple and black belt tied around your waist. Your pendant gleamed against your chest as you slipped on your leather jacket, a different sort of leather jacket with a hood attached to the back, now slipped upon your head. You had a simple black umbrella to shield your head from the rain and with your backpack on your back; you stepped out into the rain.

Awww~, rain. The smell of the disgusting air particles falling to the ground, becoming mixed with the mud and soil, filled you with glee. The air was so fresh now, for it's been raining for a while. You felt yourself running, running up to the fountain in the middle of the main courtyard. You sat down on the marble and slumped back, staring up at the sky with a joy fit for a child.

At some point, you let your umbrella fall on the ground, your hood back as your hair and face got soaked from the storm. Luckily you weren't wearing makeup, but still. You sighed, contently, falling onto your back as you lay down on the fountain, holding out your hand towards the pool of water in the fountain, starting to get quite high in its container. "Aqua, fluere~" you spoke, waving your hand over the water before moving your hand lazily up, then down, up… then down. A small portion of the water in the fountain began to move, gliding up and down, hovering in the air, as it circled the fountain.

You would have easily fallen asleep if you hadn't felt a shadow falling upon you, sitting up, your index finger up, the water hovering up in the air as you looked curiously at who was watching you. As your hand fell to the stone to pick yourself up into a sitting position the water fell as well, disappearing into the pool of water that was getting quite close to overflowing over the side of the white marble barrier. "Good evening Neko-sama."

"Trixie-chan," he responded, a slight pout on his face as he gazed at you. "Why are you out here in the middle of the thunderstorm? And why didn't you go to the club today?"

"Ah… cause I was enjoying the rain?" you spoke back with a question of your own, sitting up and giving him a happy smile. "Say, Neko-sama, have you finished the book yet? Maybe you could show me what you can do," you smirked deviously, now sitting your legs crisscross in front of you, looking up at him curiously while your hair and clothing got soaked, but you didn't care. For it was the first rainfall of the fall and the rain still felt relatively warm to what you're used to. It certainly wasn't icy. Like… lukewarm is the best way to describe the temperature of the rainfall.

His eyes widened before he reached out a hand, your eyes staring at him confused as he gave you a crude smirk. "Of course I can, but first let us find a more secluded place on campus so no mortal eyes can see. I know the perfect spot."

"Mortal eyes," you snickered at his choice of words as you accepted his outstretched hand, standing to your feet, grabbing your umbrella from the ground as you put it over your head. Though you were already soaked, you figured you should look like you were trying~ to stay out of the rain. "It's funny because we're mortal as well, but show me," you continued and he grinned, waiting for you to start walking towards him before turning around, walking in the direction of his usual hideout. Not the Black Magic Club, but a particular spot close to the academy, secluded and usually barely occupied… except by him.

He didn't know why he felt so nervous, but out of the corner of his eyes he watched you playing around with the rain water, first controlling one raindrop, then moving the raindrop to the side to combine with another drop, and then another… and another, and the raindrops grew slowly into a massive force of water, gliding around the two of them like a flying serpent or, well, a small heavenly storm dragon. Noticing his staring you turned to him and grinned mischievously before going back to what you were doing, your feet following his strides as he raised a curious eyebrow at you, a light blush upon his cheeks.

He wanted to know why you hide, but don't hide your obvious powers at the same time. You did tell him magic and sorcery in general is as natural as breathing to you, but then how can that be? In order for him to even start a spell he had to enchant something, but for you it comes so easily, naturally… Hmm… and how come, now of all times, you're just preforming your magic in the middle of the day, in the middle of a public courtyard, for others to notice if they happened to be passing by? –

"You must be wondering why I'm not bothering to hide this," you spoke aloud, as if you read his mind, and he realized with a deep nervousness that perhaps you can read minds.

However you didn't read his mind, though with a devious grin you could tell that's what he was thinking. It was just how his eyes wandered to your hovering liquid water floating above your palm, now sitting just above your hands in a gooey blob, slowly growing larger and larger as the raindrops fell upon the top. "I've learned that humans these days simply throw aside the notion of magical beings and entities. They figure it has something to do with science or maybe their eyes are playing tricks of them. In a storm like this no one truly notices when I start playing around," you giggled excitedly at the idea of 'playing', starting to move your hand once more, letting the water stretch and flow around you, hovering over your head before moving in front of you, as if you were performing some interpretive dance, your other hand also joining in on the fun.

You sighed after a moment, a nostalgic feeling overwhelming you, and it wasn't something you could fully hide now that your emotions and feelings are expressed through your energy and aura. The more you use magic the more prone that energy is to being taken over by emotions. That's just how it goes, with anyone for that matter. "… Back home, Neko-sama, I found a place where I could fit in. In elementary school, I will admit, I was constantly being picked on, but after a while I was feared and others shunned me. But then in middle school I was sent to a public school that knew quite well that magi existed, or sorcerers and wizards as they would call it. That's why everyone I knew who are my age went there.

"Their Magical Arts Club had the same sort of funding and prestige as, say, any sports club or even the theatre department. The Magical Arts Club was placed under the general arts, but every school day, five days within the week, our club got together to learn and practice our magic. Heck, there were even some elective classes I could take that taught me about different spirits and the fey, history of magic, and many other classes. I couldn't take every class, but I learned how to be more social there," you smiled happily, "and not be embarrassed about my magic or afraid to use it. However, I went through a rebellious phase as well. Since my aunt teaches me and I'm constantly being taught magic, I tried to shy away from it, but I learned that no matter what I try I'll always find my way back to using magic, one way or another. It's what I'll do with it into the future that I'm not so sure about," you huffed, but then you dropped your hand, the boy beside you flinching back in surprise as the water fell to the ground, splashing, and disappearing with the rest of the rain water.

You sighed, scratching the back of your neck before reaching back, putting your hood on top of your head and having the umbrella cover you more fully as you walked. "There are stuff I am proud of and other stuff I am not. I decided the best course of action is not to immerse myself in magic, like my aunt, or throw out magic, like my uncle who lives in the Americas. Have a combination of both, I suppose. I agreed to coming here because of the classes, Neko-sama. S-so… yeah," you shrugged, looking over at him. "I don't want to be defined just by my magical skills. I want a decent profession and I want to work. Sure, considering my family, I can certainly just follow what my predecessors have done for the generations, but I want to do more than just that. That's why I haven't become the official head of my family, yet… Do you see where I'm coming from, maybe?"

"I suppose," he sighed deeply, stopping in front of a grouping of low hanging trees, which you never realized were on the other side of the school, the particular entrance rather gloomy and creepy, in a way, which would keep anyone away. "You seem to know a lot more about yourself then I do about my own problems. I'm quite surprised. I would expect you to be my age or in college to have such insights."

You smirked. "Training, Neko-sama. Magic is in my blood and I've been trained to control it, not use it. I can easily unleash magic with my particular skills, but when it comes to control… that's the problem," you shrugged. "Plus there are always expectations thrust upon my shoulders. The great thing about starting fresh at a new school is that I could decide what I want to be, but… I guess this universe wants me to be magically-bound," you pouted at the thought, "for I never seem to be able to get away from the magical world…

"Anyways," you shrugged once again, shifting the umbrella in your hand as you stood and looked up at him, "I decided when I tracked you down a while back that I will offer my help. In fact I kind of prefer being the teacher instead of the student," you giggled, giving him a rather genuine smile from the usual crude or irritated smile you'd usually have, he realized. "I've been spending a lot of my time trying to go through the Japanese folklore and understand how this particular region of the globe ticks. I bet you somewhere they have an Order like back in the isles, but I'm just trying to avoid them for I want to do stuff on my own. I don't want them asking me to join them or just to help them," you shrugged. "There's a lot of learning I still need to do here in Japan, but I don't mind helping you with any sort of training you may need. You have the ability, I can tell, but you need to train more.

"You little club you've started in a nice beginning, but in order to truly blossom you need someone to help guide you in the right direction. Neko-sama, I'm just saying that while dark magic is quite easy to use, using both and understanding both will put your skills to a new level. That's why I leant you my aunt's book. That's why I'm trying to help you out with going through the actual spell books in your collection and all sorts of other things… I-I hope you've come to realize that the only reason why I haven't shied away is because I'm helping, I hope I am… at least," you finished, waiting for a reply that you knew may take some time, for with him Umehito seems to take a while to process the fact that you wanted him to talk or answer you.

So you waited, patiently, for his mind to process your words, before he let a rather content smile appear upon his own face, his wig as soaking wet, now, as his cloak was. You noticed that the rain was letting up, but not by much. It wasn't a downpour anymore, but it was still raining quite a bit. "I maybe be called strange, but so are you, Trixie-chan," he couldn't help but smile and you chuckled, happily, earning you a wider smile, but then that smile faded as a thought crossed the boy's mind. "You've had a lot of gifts given to you, haven't you?"

"You could say that," you shrugged. "What do you mean by that?"

"You found a place you could belong to, people who don't call you crazy or get scared when you use magic. You have a family centered around the magical arts, it sounds like, and England seems to have been the perfect spot to be raised."

You chuckled lightly, scratching the back of your head. "Y-you could say that. I mean… most magic is taught in the family, actually. That's kind of how it's been, unless you decide to wander the globe learning from others or looking for a mentor to guide you. I guess you could say England, the British Isles in general, still believes in magic, but not as much as before," you shrugged. "Our fairy tales are as mythical as yours are. The humans in general do not believe unless they see. While others may hide their magic, I've learned it's better to show off then hide yourself in a corner and hope you're never noticed," you huffed, "like a bat."

He raised an eyebrow at this before snickering. "Bats huh?"

"They're flying rodents! They get all over the place! You can freely complain or compliment them when you've had to live with them, but they're always in the worse places. Catching me off guard and scaring me half to death," you snorted in disgust, but then pouted even more as he began to laugh at you. "… What's so delightfully~ funny?"

"So you hate bats. I wonder what else you disapprove of," he giggled and you rolled your eyes, sighing deeply to yourself.

"… Well? Where is this courtyard, hangout spot you were talking about?" you snorted, waiting for him to stop his laughter, and he grinned, pushing up one of the low hanging branches, silently ushering for you to walk into the grove. You gave him a curious look before stepping inside, walking several feet forward to let the man inside as well, as your eyes looked around with curiosity.

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The grove was actually a courtyard that you figured had been abandoned. The grass was starting to overgrow, the branches of the trees need to be cut, and there was a statue in the middle with cobblestones covered by the grass and stray dirt, your eyes noticing it was the founder of the campus. This courtyard is relatively small compared to the others, but it sat in a spot out of the way of everything else, unnoticed unless someone was looking. "I found this spot when I was in middle school," Umehito told you, getting your attention as he walked into the middle of the grove where the statue was, staring down at the plate before looking over at you. "I was trying to find a place to hide and found this delightful spot. The trees overhang to cover most of the sunlight," he told you, pointing up to the sky, and while the rain dripped from the trees you did notice that, if you stood in certain parts when the sun was out, you could certainly hide from the sunlight. "It's a nice, refreshing, dark spot out in the open, don't you think?"

"I agree," you responded with a light smile on your face, folding up your umbrella and setting it beside the trunk of the tree beside you, walking into the grove, standing away from the very center where the trees parted and the rain harshly fell from the sky.

"This is my own personal hiding spot," he continued, turning to you and smiling meekly, "and I've never shared this spot with anyone, not even the other club members."

"Then why me?" you had to ask curiously and you watched his mouth open, but then close, kind of like a dehydrating fish, you thought, but then he opened up his mouth again after a pause.

"Because… b-because, ah… So we can practice magic without anyone seeing, I guess," he told you, but you couldn't help but giggle at him. He turned to you and pouted. "What's so funny?"

"I thought it was for something else," you giggled underneath your breath, the boy's cheeks turning bright red. You just had to laugh a little more before sighing, brushing away a stray tear that had shed your eyes and then pushing back your hood, running your hands through your wet hair to straighten everything out. "Neko-sama, I know this may make things weird between us, but… do you like me, like… as a lover like?" you decided to ask, for while this was going a bit fast, even for you, you wanted to know what he was going to say.

You watched as his entire face turned red and he looked away from you, now turning his gaze back to the statue as he pondered your question. You were going to sigh and turn away, but then he spoke, "You… you could say that," and you looked at him, your eyes wide, for you never expected him to speak those words. "However… I wonder if you are bewitching me," he continued, but you snorted, his head looking over and turning to you while you smirked at his thoughts before the smile disappeared to a look of pure seriousness.

"I don't bewitch people, Umehito, or rather Umehito-sama. Sorry," you quickly apologized before continuing. "However, with my family… I'm not surprised you would think so," you sighed deeply, slumping against the trunk of a tree, looking up towards the gray sky, figuring this storm will last until eight, nine o'clock at night.

"What do you mean your family?" he had to ask. While Umehito certainly has his own family problems in the Nekozawa clan, he had to wonder what you could possibly have. After all you're from England and the western countries aren't exactly something he specializes in. He's always been fascinated by the English, but he honestly never expected to hear how accepting they are of their magically inclined children… or maybe you're just a special case.

You have him a meek smile before staring back up at the sky, deep in thought. "… For centuries, generations, the Underwood family has been known to work as the shadows of the English royal family, and at one time it had been the Welsh family. Sometimes it's the oldest boy, other times it's the oldest child, or even the most magically gifted. Regardless, one sole individual, if they be male or female, has to take on the role of family head. That would be me, considering that I'm the oldest, born from the previous head, and that my parents are both dead and didn't give birth to another child." You sighed deeply, thinking over what you would say next, before opening your eyes once more and having your eyes fall upon the dense canopy of trees up above your head. If you were going to keep your nerves and not bluntly lie or shrug off the question, you couldn't look him in the eye. You would lose your wits if you did that, especially now. "… I have said before that my parents died. How they died… well… I'm not content to say that, yet.

"There have been stories that perhaps the Underwoods had come from the line of Pendragon, from King Arthur, like, you know. The roundtable of knights and such. Though the tale isn't King Arthur himself, but his father Uther Pendragon. Perhaps my family came from that line, maybe not, and the story goes it could be Arthur's sister and bastard son… or Arthur himself. Another tale is about Merlin, the great wandering sage, one of the strongest magus to live in recent history, actually. At least in British folklore he's the best there ever is and ever was… But once again, I'm not inclined to disclose what is true or not," you shrugged. "I'm just telling you the facts, really."

Your eyes now fell to look at the statue in the middle of the courtyard, noticing the rain was finally dying down to the point that it wasn't raining cats and dogs, but the clouds will certainly be hiding the sun for the rest of the day. That's something good to think over, at least. "Regardless of myths and facts, my family has been in the royals' services since we've been given the title of Underwood. We act in the underground, mainly taking care of 'business' the more… public, elegant society doesn't want to see or deal with. Even in my short span of time I've had to do things I… wouldn't be proud of if I lived in a different sort of home, but that's now how it can be, I suppose. Hmm…" you thought for a moment, wondering if you should say anything more, and decided that, yes, you'll actually tell him the truth.

You know already that he has a problem with sunlight; you've looked up his family curses. You understand all of it and perhaps your gut tells you not to say a word, but your heart is leading your down a different path. "… No matter how I glorify light magic, good magic, my family is naturally moved towards the dark magic. The occult is something I'm quite familiar with. However, in my short span of life, I've discovered the idea of dualism, yin and yang and so forth. The idea that everything has a good and bad side to them. I've tried applying it to my own life," you smiled meekly at the thought. "I can certainly go bat shit crazy and kill everyone, but I don't because I've taught myself not to. My mother was a saint," you smiled at the memory, "and she taught me there is goodness and life in this world. Nothing is as bleak and helpless as I used to see it. Even her death… I tried to stay away from such practices.

"My father, I deeply believe, married my mother for her light. She was a beacon of hope in a bleak existence. I-I may be quite skilled, but my learning never stops. The moment I believe I've learned it all something new will come my way. Plus… if I stop reaching for that light I will fall straight into the darkness," you pouted, and then sighed deeply as you turned to the boy, giving him a light hearted smile. "The rumor is that the strongest of my family members are naturally moved to the dark magic. I can easily think a nasty thought and curse someone and my mere presence can cause some to run away screaming in fear, others to stare unable to resist my charm and beauty. I just want to make sure, Umehito-sama, if you're truly thinking clearly." You had to look away, a sad look crossing your face. "It wouldn't be the first time I unknowingly 'bewitched' someone. If I did by accident, I apologize, but it's not my intentions at all. You came to me to join the club, remember? So you shouldn't blame your own thoughts on my presence."

He studied you as you looked towards your umbrella, your backpack still on your shoulders as you looked quite sad, even grief stricken. As if this wasn't something new to happen to you, but you simply didn't approve. He soon realized why he couldn't stop thinking about you. It wasn't because you were a magus, naturally beautiful, or even bewitching him in some sort of way. No. That wasn't it at all.

It's because you took the time to get to know him, accepting him with his flaws. You never even insisted he take off his wig, though he could tell you wanted him to do so. You listened attentively, tried to help him, and even… well… be friends. You were a sweet and kind person, and if he had first taken a glance at you he would have never suspected how heavily involved you are in magic, how close you are too dark magic. Not at all.

And for that, he actually did like you – No… maybe it's more than that, but he didn't have the strength to admit anything so… lovely dovey, so sweet and kind, as the notion of loving another being. Not like… the way he is.

You didn't except him to walk up to you, his movements surprising you as he leaned down and planted a kiss on your lips. It was like a butterfly fluttering over and barely touching your lips, but the mere touch made your cheeks turn bright red, your body standing stiffly, unsure of what you should do. You won't say you weren't expecting this at some point, but… now? How sudden.

Umehito didn't know what he was doing. He must be making a mistake. He felt embarrassed and horrified. However, as you saw him starting to back away, a look of utter terror on his face, you reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him from gliding any farther away from you. "… Umehito," you spoke, hoping you got his full attention. "A-ah… do you, ah… Why?"

"I-I-I… I don't know," he confessed, but you stepped closer to him, closing the distance, standing only a couple of feet away from him. Boy was he taller then you! But that didn't matter.

His own cheeks blushed horribly red as you chastely kissed him on the cheek, a content smile on your face as you pulled away; keeping a hold on his hand, but your grip wasn't as tight as it had been a moment ago. "… I love you too, Umehito… or Nekozawa. Whatever you would like to be called," you grinned at him, now letting go of his hand. However you still keep eye contact with him, making sure he really wasn't under some spell, but no matter how hard you looked you didn't see a thing. Just… his soft aura reaching out to touch your own; no longer hesitant, but in a rather excited state of mind. "We don't have to take anything too fast, if you don't want. But… I like you too so… perhaps we can hang out? Outside of school, maybe?"

Umehito blushed madly. Shouldn't the guy be asking the girl out on a date, or in this case to 'hang out'? But… he let that slide, for he truly was nervous. He didn't even know what to say. He's not used to this sort of thing. "A-ahm… Yes. I would love that," he managed a smile, making you giggle happily.

"Great! Maybe this weekend? Or maybe after school on Friday? I've been roaming around the town looking at everything I could easily enjoy. Perhaps you'd like it too, but ah… should I meet at your place, wherever that is, or at mine?" you decided to ask and he coughed into his hand.

"I-I can come… pick you up… if you wish. I mean… my parents are usually out of town… It's just my little sister and myself at home most of the time."

"Oh yes! That's… Kirimi right? I never met her before, but I think that's her name," you decided to say, a content smile on his face.

"Yes. That's my little sister. She's in preschool."

"I'd love to meet her," you continued with a smile on your face, "and if you want we could take her with us –"

"She doesn't really like scary things –"

"Magic isn't as scary as others may think," you snickered, nudging him in the arm. "She just needs to be exposed to more… light hearted~ forms of magic. But yeah, you can meet at my house or your house. We can plan this later, but I think it's almost time for me to go get my cousin," you said absentmindedly, reaching into your pocket to pull out your cell phone to look at the time.

Umehito smiled meekly, looking at your phone, realizing his time was up, but… he seemed happy, content about this. For some reason, he felt great. Better then great! Strange feelings he's having these days… hmm… "You didn't actually get to see what I could do," he responded, realizing he hasn't shown you a darn thing.

Realizing this, your eyes widened. "Oh! Right! W-well you can do something right now, if you want. Or, I have a better idea. We can go to your place and you can show me what you can do there. I'm living in an apartment complex. Bystanders would see us and think we're crazy, freaks, or scary threats. So it'll be best for me to go to your place, okay?"

"Of course," he smiled, simply ecstatic that one of his classmates was going to go to his house to see him. Not because they're forced to, but because they want to. And with your confession… he really does feel gleeful, happy, joyful, a feeling he's never fully felt before… not like this. "I shall walk you to the elementary school. My little sister will be close by," he told you and you nodded in agreement.

"Then let's go," you smiled, opening your umbrella the moment you walked out of the courtyard, out of the trees, even though by now you were soaked. It didn't really matter. Not only is your magic keeping you naturally warm, but… you felt warm all over. A familiar feeling, but a lot stronger than before. You can't believe you confessed like that, but hey life is short. You can't keep things hidden for too long, especially if you like someone like this… No matter how weird he may be, you find him to be quite sweet and you could tell by his aura he's a kind man.

You just need to find a way to open him up, is all. To discover his secrets, what makes him tick.

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aqua, fluere – (Latin) 'water, flow'