Alright, I'm taking time off of my other fics to write this. It's a KxI fic, and it's got to do about vampires. But, I'll try to make it my own creation.

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Summary:

Kish, the Blood Prince heir to the vampiric throne, has always lived quite a solitary, cold life. He never really cared about much, and never stopped to think of humans as more than just food. But, when some rebelious lowerclass vampires attack and weaken him, and he's saved by who he believes is a human, things start to shift.

Ichigo, a peasant tailor's daughter and dress maker. On a rainy afternoon, with her father out of town on business, Ichigo had been heading home with bags of groceries from the market. Having little to no money, she can't afford to get more if she drops these, so it's even worse when one of a group of rough necking kids bumps into her, causing her to drop all of what she had been carrying.

In a moment of pure blind rage and despare, something happens to her. She's suddenly tossing the men left and right, yet holding back from doing any more damage, seeing as how they're already unconcious.

What's strange though, is that once she's done, and has cooled down, she catches sight of a wounded man on the street. Obviously the victim of the men she thought were human. So, in an act of pure kindness, she manages to take him to her home for a while, to doctor his wounds.

So, upon returning home, having left her groceries scattered on the ground, she does her best to fix something for the man to eat. When he declines, however, he leaves her to eat it, saying that he'd already eaten.

That night, she offers him a place to sleep, which he all too willingly accepts.

In the morning, however, she wakes to find him gone. The window to the guest room of their shop is open and the curtains are left to flow in the morning breeze.

Deciding that the man probably missed his own home, and seemed well enough to leave, she makes her way downstairs and finds a kitchen full of fresh groceries awaiting her.

That afternoon, being sunnier, yet still cloudy, the man returns and asks for his coat. Though, when he gets it back, he finds that it has been stitched and mended and washed to perfection, where it had once been dirty and torn.

So, the two sit for awhile and talk, beginning to bond. Just then, her father comes home and nearly faints. Has he not been telling her something? Something that could potentially change her life?

Ok, I want you, the wonderful reviewers that you all are, to review and tell me wether or not I should make this M or leave it T. God Bless!