*Author stares blankly at her readers* H-Hi! *smiles innocently*
I'm terribly, utterly, truly sorry for my absent for almost the last couple of months! My life had been truly hectic especially with my school. And here I'm posting my story at about 5 o'clock in the morning, because I'm really busy with my tight schedule as exam is around the corner!
P/S: I changed my pen name from Cocobi94 to Kaikaze; for some private reason!
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I hope you won't be bored with this kind of chapter, but somehow I feel this is important for the mood in the whole story, so yeah! Please enjoy! And I hope you won't get confused or anything since it's not beta!
Petal 5: Relations with You
Ever since I have my own little consciousness of remembering the chain-of-events that happened in my life, I have always had a dream that involves someone. It was a man, a beautiful young man, almost like a teenager and yet there's a senses of maturity surrounding him, making his feature looking like a fine young man.
Father always said to me, that my late mother was really a beautiful man, with his amethyst eyes shimmering like the most exquisite jewels, the bizarre straight silver hair which shone luminously under the moonlight, with a perfect pure pale complexion envied by the others. Yes, both of my parents are actually mans, and seriously, who cares?
After much thought to myself, it didn't take me days to notice that the young man who always appeared in my dream was actually my own mother...Okaa-san. That would be how I will call him, if I'm ever be given a chance to do so.
But it's impossible to interact with someone who no longer exist, right?
Every time I stare into the mirror, my eyes reflected the same amethyst eyes that my mother possessed. Maybe that was the reason why father always had that longing looks on his face, each time his eyes landed into my gaze.
If I had one single wish, that would be for my mother to resurrect back. It pains me so much to see my father struggled to keep on living without his love one. Even though he showered me with so much love, and yet I could see the emptiness in him.
I once asked Uncle Kaito, who turned out to be one of my mother's trusted friend. I asked him about the relationship of my parents. He said that even though he was not always there to witness them, just a little glanced was enough to know that my parents are deeply in love with each other. Just like the lovebirds which can never be separated from one another.
And ironically, they were separated from one another...
Aside from my father, I never deny it, that I want to feel the warmth of being love by my mother too. The idea of replacing my biological mother, will absolutely be a big fat no from me, and even from my father.
It must be a wonder to anyone else, as to why I hold so much feeling for a person who I barely known in my entire life. Well, they thought wrong, actually I know my mother more than they could ever imagine.
Being slightly different from everyone else, I have always been isolated from kids of my age, especially my human 'friends'.
There was a time, when a group of five boys, older than me, tried to pick a fight with me, I had accidentally lost control of my power, resulting of me exerting too much force on paying back at them. They're still alive of course, but sustained some serious injuries that day.
Ever since that event, the kids started to put a boundary between me and them. I'm considered as a dangerous type of kid, and even their parents forbid them from playing with me or being involve with me.
When it comes to the other vampires child, I can't seem to distinguish if any of them befriended me for who I am or just my status. Father said that one day, I'll be able to see through their façade, and only then will I know who's exactly friend or foe.
Aside from my dear Takamiya Reika, I basically don't have any other true friend.
And of course that fact sadden me so much...
Albeit I gained the comfort from my father, but I can felt the emptiness in my heart, that I'm longing for a comfort from a mother. And that's when I learned about Okaa-san... in my dream.
He won't appear for every single night or day, but one thing for sure, my mother will surely comes into my dream when I'm upset with this world.
Often time in my dream, I'll found myself sitting in the middle of a dark surrounding, I won't bother to run, because I know there's no way out, and hence my figure just sat there in the dream, alone in the dark.
I can feel it when my mother was coming.
My mother will appear in his simple white attire, which never fail to make him appear as beautiful as a pure white angel.
He'll come to my side, whispering comforting words with the gentle voice of his, and I can see through his deep meaningful eyes that he really meant his every words.
Sometimes just having him near myself, with him wrapping his arms from the back, or hugging me from the front, even the total silent is enough for me to feel the connection between us, as long as mother is there... in my dream.
I love to feel the touches of his delicate hands against my skin, caressing my hair, brushing away any trails of tears on my face, and even cupping my cheeks just for the sake of looking through my eyes. And I love it the most when Okaa-san's soft lips kissed me on the apple of my cheeks also my forehead.
It's only a dream, and yet it felt so real. Sadly, I can't control my action in the dream, I can't say what I actually wanting to say to him. And that's the only fact that I hate about dreams.
Each time, after he appeared in my dream, I'll abruptly woke up from my sleep, the next thing I knew, I'll be crying. Crying out all of my distressed and in the end of the day, I felt refreshed, I felt calmed. It's just like a magic.
I still remember, father told me that when I was a little, I'm such a cry baby. But toys won't make me stop crying, I'm not really fascinated by toys. But he said, when he put the pendant that I'm wearing, into my grasp, my cries will miraculously stopped.
I learned from my beloved father, that the pendant belonged to my late mother, a possession which I inherited from him because I'm his flesh and blood, a Kiryuu as well as a Kuran.
I never blame my mother, for leaving us like this. Even though I saw the miserable look in my father's eyes, I just can't blame my mother for leaving him.
Okaa-san had sacrificed so much for us, for me, and there's no way I'll hate him.
For now, I can just hold on, and try to make an effort to ensure my father's happiness.
People said that my way of thinking is too mature for someone of my age. But again, I don't care.
I have a dream to achieve, and I'll do everything possible to make my parents proud of me. Father never ask me to do so, he just wanted me to be myself.
This is not an obligation, but this is just what I want. My parents' happiness will equally be my pleasure.
I just have a problem though, due to my slightly slow physical growth rate, it tends to limit my exploration on what's my true power, aside from the usual Pureblood power that my father taught to me, theoretically.
I'm almost 10 years old, and yet other kids below my age surpassed my height in a great measure. I wonder from who did I inherited this kind of genetic?
That aside, today I discovered something. While strolling through the garden at Reika-chan's house, I saw a wilted Rose flower. My mind was telling me to touch it, to hold the flower gently in my grasp, and so I did just that. Suddenly, without knowing what was happening, the wilted flower grew back to its turgid form, red and fresh.
I was startled for a second, but then a wafted of excitement surged through me. I wonder if that has something to do with my own inner power.
Even succeeding in reviving a single wilted Rose was such an exhilarating feeling.
Purebloods are creatures known for their destructive power. However, a Pureblood with a resurrection power was unheard of.
I wonder if that's even possible?
But my existence in the first place was a miracle to be happened, right? So there's no harm to expect the unexpected.
Tonight, my true ability will be unlocked, and it will be just a matter of time after that, for me to discover my own power.
-KxZ-
"...Just one more slice please, Otou-san?..."
The father and son were in the spacious living room, enjoying the birthday cake specially made for the young Kuran. Currently Mamoru was staring at his father with his pleading eyes, asking for another bite of his favorite Dark Chocolate Cake.
Kaname sighed warily as he was slowly falling for his child's pleading puppy eyes. He was aware of the fact that his son doesn't enjoy sweet treats very much except for anything related with dark chocolate. But he never thought that Mamoru was almost addicted to it.
Just one more slice..
"Fine... Just one more slice, and the rest go into the refrigerator, alright?" Kaname stated with a serious tone in his voice.
The Pureblood child nodded vigorously as his father took the cake knife, cut a reasonable slice of cake and served it into a small plate, which the brunette child took gladly into his hand.
Mamoru eats his share of cake, savoring the taste of the bitter and yet sweet cocoa in his mouth. The moist texture of the cake just made him craving for more, but sadly he won't be able to have anymore for that night.
The child stopped on his action, as he eyed his father curiously. It seems like the older Pureblood was staring off into the distance, his eyes speak nothing but a blank gaze like a calmed vast of red-wine in a glass, too calm for Mamoru's liking.
His father barely eat anything during the dinner, just a small portion of meal, and he just ate a really thin slice of cake. Mamoru wonders if his father didn't like the meal, or was it because of something else?
The young brunette's eyes shifted from his cake, to his father and back to his appetizing cake. He seems to be in deep in his thought before he launched his next action.
"Otou-san... Open your mouth!" The child demanded as he held a forkful of cake in front of his father, near his lips.
Kaname was startled by a second when his son suddenly climbed onto the couch, the child's small form made his face leveled with him as the child stood still on the soft couch. A forkful of cake nudged upon his lips. The brunette wondered for a second if his son was just pulling a prank on him.
"Please...?" Mamoru stared at his father with the puppy eyes of his, small hand still gripping on the fork and held it upon his father's lips.
The wine-red eyed brunette was about to protest, but when he saw the hopeful orbs of silver amethyst eyes, his heart became softened and slowly he parted his lips, a flicker of amused was visible in his own eyes.
Mamoru eagerly shoved the cake into his father's mouth, suddenly getting excited by his own action. He wonders if it tastes any different from feeding by your own.
"Mmmm... It tastes much and much better, Mamoru." Kaname said as he chuckled when a tinted of red became visible on his son's cheeks.
He swears that Mamoru had his own way of manipulating others even with the innocent face of his. Whether his child is aware of that interesting fact or not, it's out of question.
Because Mamoru appears to be so oblivious of his own ability, and yet the child surely has a mind of his own.
"Otou-san?"
Kaname's trail of thought was cut off when he felt someone tugging at the sleeve of his shirt. The Pureblood raised an eyebrow at his son, inquiring what's with the hint of hopefulness on the surface of his child's amethyst eyes.
"Can I have milk tea with herb and honey, after this?" The brunette child asked as he puffed his cheeks, subconsciously trying to charm his father with such manner.
And he succeed.
The Pureblood smiled inwardly upon his son's request. The mixed milk tea was his only expertise when it comes to culinary skill. He remembered the moment how he learned to make such a unique tea from his childhood friend, Takuma Ichijou.
And most importantly, it was one of the elements that he had used to win Zero's heart during the phase when the hunter was still struggling inwardly with himself because he was falling for a Pureblood.
Kaname nodded at his son's request, loving how Mamoru's face shined with happiness.
If only Zero could be with us... Then he'll be happy too...
Kaname brushed off his thought, he needed to remind himself, to not show such emotion during the moment of spending the precious time with his son. But he just can't help himself when the memories of the past keep haunting him.
But the time will come... Very soon..
For now, the Pureblood just settled to distract himself, and Mamoru is the best medicine ever if he wanted to distract himself from thinking of the inevitable.
"Mamoru...?"
The lilac-eyed child looked up to his father, as he licked the thick chocolate stains off his fork. Almost like a kitten licking its portion of milk with a small pink tongue.
"You'll be having your tea after we settle with your Pureblood power, alright?"
Mamoru only nodded vigorously at his father's suggestion. After all, he can't wait himself, to unlock his true Pureblood power, and soon he'll try every way possible to discover his personal ability. The fact that a strong hunter bloodline running through his veins, made his curiousness piqued even more.
Because maybe he possessed something special courtesy of his mixed blood.
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"Are you ready?"
"...Yes."
Books lining up the well-aligned shelves, the smell of aged books dominated the whole room. The only source of light in the room was the dimly lit classic chandelier hang over the room, giving almost an ancient atmosphere.
At the small table situated in a corner of the room, there seated the two Purebloods facing each other, ready for event of the night.
"Remember, Mamoru... Even after your Pureblood power awakened, the Hunter blood will still be running through your veins, it will take some times for you to adjust. But you'll get through it, eventually.." Kaname assured his son, he could feel the anxiousness of the child, but somehow he knew that Mamoru is capable to overcome anything.
The child nodded in understanding, taking in the information told by his father. He read about the process from an ancient book that his father gave him anyway, but it's a whole new feeling when it was told directly to you.
"Otou-san?" The child fidgeted with his fingers while trying to get his father attention, not regarding the matter at hand.
"Hmm...?" Kaname leaned forward and put his chin on the palm of his right hand, eying the child curiously.
"Can we... C-Can we snap a picture or two, first?" Mamoru said as he simultaneously took out a metallic black camera from under the table.
Kaname raised an eyebrow at his son's request, the child can be seriously unexpected at times. But maybe he isn't the one fit to complain about it, because Mamoru obviously inherited that traits from him... and from Zero too.
"Of course I don't mind, son. But do you have any particular reason as to why.. now?" Kaname inquired not-so-seriously, a hint of amusement was visible through his question.
"It's nothing, Otou-san! I just... Well... Just want to take a picture for one last time, before I become a true Pureblood.." The child said with slight determination in his voice.
"Mamoru... Don't tell me, that you think the awakening of your power, will changes your physical appearance too...?" Kaname eyed the child suspiciously. He took note as his son's eyes suddenly widened in realization.
"E-eeh? Otou-san means, there's none?"
"You're expecting yourself to get taller and grow a little immediately, aren't you?" The older Pureblood almost chuckles at his own word. The child obviously had an issue with the small body of his.
"...Actually... Yes.."
Kaname could senses the disappointment in Mamoru's voice. He finally let out a heartfelt chuckles as the child blushed in embarrassment at his own misinterpretation. If only he could help with it, he will. But the growth rate will naturally proceed with normal phase for the child, and he just needs to wait patiently.
The wine-red eyed Pureblood finally stopped his taunting and gestured for the little child to come to him as he take the camera and settled it on the table.
"It's okay, we'll still take a picture, alright?" Kaname said as he ruffled Mamoru's hair, the brunette child getting used to his father's way of show his love by messing with his hair.
Kaname seated his child on his laps, hugging Mamoru from behind as the said child adjusted the timer for the camera.
The 10-seconds timer started immediately as Kaname finally settled his chin on his son's silky hair, both of them wearing a heart-warming smiles on their lips. In a matter of time, a white light flashed upon their frames, and a picture was projected onto the film, ready to be developed anytime they desire.
"One more?" Kaname asked as the child hummed in response.
The Pureblood requested for the child to sit on the chair, as he himself, stood up while resting one of his arms on the right arm of the wooden chair, his left arm wrapped behind Mamoru's neck. He leaned his head a little, ready to land a kiss on his son's right cheek, as the child readied with a hint of red on his cheeks.
… 7... 8... 9... 10... SNAP!
Mamoru could felt both side of his cheeks getting warm. Warmer than usual as he rubbed his cheeks with the palm of his hands, trying to soothe the obvious blushes there. He can't help with himself, that he blushes way too easily.
The brunette child looked up to his father, watching silently as his father's gaze was directed at the scenery outside the window. It seems like that night will be snowing again. Mamoru scrutinized his father for a little longer, and suddenly he noticed something.
...His father's pendant... It's glowing...
"..O-Otou-san!"
And suddenly... The glow faded..
"..Yes?" Kaname inquired curiously, wondering why his son calling him with such an anxious voice.
"...N-Nothing. I just suddenly remembered that I haven't visit Lilium today.." The child stuttered on his words. He never want to lie to his father, but he doesn't want to raise his father's hope over nothing. If only the pendant was still glowing, he'll tell his father right away. But not when the glow has faded.
Not when the hope has faded...
"Oh..." Kaname acknowledged Mamoru's statement before he added, "You spent almost half of a day with him in the stable, yesterday. I don't think it'll be any harm if you didn't visit him today, right?"
Mamoru mentally sighed in relief as he nodded his head and abruptly went back to his chair. He was glad that his father didn't spare any suspicious glance at him.
Kaname took back his seat on his chair, facing Mamoru as the child kept the camera under the table. The atmosphere suddenly turned serious and Mamoru knew that his father was ready to begin with their ritual.
The petite boy watched warily as a small razor-sharp blade was pushed along the table toward himself. A glass cylindrical vial tube, about the size of his hand, was put on the table in front of them. He supposed he knew what's going to happen next, but he just waited for his father to explain it for one last time.
"Alright, Mamoru. Now you just have to slice a tiny bit at your skin, and drip your blood into that vial glass. I'll do the same after you did yours." Kaname explained and he scrutinized quitely as Mamoru took the razor into his hand, testing the sharpness of the razor.
"Anywhere is find, right?"
The child received a nod from his father, as he inhaled the air deeply into his lungs before exhaling it just as fast. He closed his eyes as the razor blade made contact his left thumb, drawing blood immediately. He hissed for a second, even though he know that the wound will heal in no time later on.
Mamoru kneeled on his chair as he leaned on the table, and dripped his blood onto the vial, filling half of the container with his life essence.
"Okay... Enough."
The brunette child drew his hand back and licked at his wound, paying no attention at the metallic taste of his own blood. The small wound healed in less than a minute after it was licked thoroughly.
Mamoru scrutinized his father silently, as one of Kaname's nail elongated to a sharpened claw-like nail. The older Pureblood, unhesitatingly grazed his claw into the palm of his own hand, and let the blood dripped from his gripped into the vial, filling the rest of its space.
Soon, a thickened scent of blood enveloped the child's sense of smell, the said boy felt uneasy at the sudden change of air.
It feels weird, and suddenly he found himself rubbing at his own throat. As far as her remember, he had never taste any blood... or did he? Although he's aware of the presences of his little baby fangs, he haven't use it before. He received his vampire energy through the skin contact with his father.
Mamoru's thought was cut off the moment his father clarified that the blood in the vial are ready, and Mamoru is required to savor the whole content.
"Otou-san..."
The petite brunnete took the vial into his grip and eyed its content warily, and then he directed his gaze back to Kaname.
"Is this... really edible?" Mamoru can't help but asked. He stirred the red liquid lightly, eying it suspiciously as if in any second a monster is going to appear from inside the vial.
The child received no response from his father, and Kaname just stared at him knowingly, waiting for his next action. And so Mamoru added his words.
"Do I really need to drink... this?" The lilac-eyed boy inquired, glancing at his father with the pleading eyes of his. If he can skip the procedure, then he will.
"Are you that reluctant of drinking the blood, Mamoru?" Kaname finally voiced out his thought, letting out a troubled sigh. He know where did his son get this attitude from, if it isn't obvious enough.
"No... I just... Urmm.." Mamoru's gaze fell down, unable to find the exact word to say.
"Come here..." Kaname requested, patting his laps as the gesture of inviting his little son to sit in front of him.
The little one hesitated for a second before he slowly stood up from his chair and paced towards his father, the vial left onto the table.
They're back into the earlier position, with the petite brunnete sitting on Kaname's laps, while the older Pureblood's arms encircled the child from behind.
"Did you know, that you have feed on blood when you're much more younger?" Kaname leaned his face to Mamoru's right side, whispering towards his ears.
"..I d-did?" The child questioned back, confusion was written on his face. He doesn't recalled anything from the past that concerned about him drinking any form of blood, not even the blood tablet.
"... Yes, you did, 7 days after you're born into this world..."
Oh... No wonder he can't recall anything..
"And your little fangs here started to grow ever since that day... But you won't be able to use it before the right time." Which is now... The Pureblood decided not to voice out his last thought, he will handle the matter at hand slowly but surely.
"I see... Was it Otou-san's blood?" Mamoru's interest suddenly piqued slightly, his eyes meeting his father's eyes on his right side. But he was met with those eyes again, the eyes full of longing and sadness.
"..Mine mixed with your mother's blood.." Kaname whispered softly and quietly, suddenly unable to find his own voice.
"Okaa-san's? B-But how...?"
"He pleaded me to drink his blood, during the brink of his death. H-He wanted to give you his blood..."
P-Please... I beg you, Kaname. If y-you can't do it for me, then do it for our child. After a week, M-Mamoru will be having his f-first taste of blood, I want to be able to give m-mine to him... through you...
Zero's words ringed in his thought, the vivid image of that day replayed in his mind, like a recorded nightmare. Kaname shook his head suddenly, trying to clear off his thought. He will deal with his matter... soon. But for now, he needs to convince his child first.
"Otou-san..."
Kaname's attention was pulled back to his son, founding that the petite boy suddenly refused to meet his gaze... again.
"Is it.. my fault?"
What? The Pureblood was about to reply, but Mamoru cut him off a second ahead.
"Okaa-san's death... It is m-my fault,right?"
Kaname could feel the small body in front of him shook slightly, a fresh scent of tears lingered in the air, signaling that his child is crying, and yet still refused to meet his gaze.
"What? No...! Of course not-!"
"Yes... It is! If it wasn't because of me becoming a hindering, Okaa-san could have survive that attack!"
"Mamoru! No...-"
"Don't deny it Otou-san! My existence is... a c-curse from the start!"
"MAMORU!"
The enraged Pureblood spun his child around, making the said trembling boy to face him. He's angry, but he didn't know to whom his anger was directed to. Maybe his son or his son's word, he didn't know. Perhaps mad at himself for not being able to convince such a little child.
"Listen, Mamoru..." Kaname demanded, despite his voice has calmed down to a softer tone, but his child refused to look up at him, his head shook agitatedly, and his hands went to his ears. The Pureblood had to disentangle the child's tiny fist from shielding his ears off from hearing anything. Kaname cupped his child's wet cheeks and made him look at him in the eyes.
"Listen.. Your existence is a miracle that happened in our life! It's never your fault, Mamoru, never! Those heinous ignoramus pathetic beings are the ones to be blamed! Your mother loves you, Mamoru, he cherished you ever since he knows that you lived inside him, to the extent that he was willing to sacrifice anything for you... for us.. So don't you ever said that you're a...curse."
The silence soon followed after Kaname's words, the only sound that can be heard in the room was the weeping sound of the brunette child. They exchanged their eloquent gazes for another second before Mamoru lunged himself at his father, and Kaname welcomed the child with open arms, letting the boy to cry on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry... Sorry... Really really sorry..." The words are repeated like a mantra from the Pureblood child, his words intervened with constant sobbing from himself.
"Sshh... It's okay, be a good boy and stop crying, alright?" Kaname rubbed a soothing circles on his son's back, hoping to calm the crybaby in his arms. Truth to be told, he tried as hard as possible to avoid himself from remembering that day, although such thing was proven to be futile, and there's no way he will forget that day.
"Otou-san..."
His child hoarse gentle voiced interrupted his thought and he responded by inquiring at his child's calling.
"..Hmm?"
"Does Okaa-san ever mad at me, when I was born...?" The child asked with uncertainty in his voice. He rested his head on his father's shoulder, while his eyes seeking for the answer. But the thought of his mother being mad at him, had never cross his mind, and he wonders why did he uttered such a question.
"No... He didn't."
"Really...?"
"Yeah, truly... As soon as you came to this world, he cradled you in his tired arms, he caressed you, he shed his tears for you, he kissed your soft baby skin for countless time... He admired every single detail of you, Mamoru." Kaname paused for a second as he recalled the words from the past.
I'm sorry... Mamoru. I'm afraid t-that I can't watch you to g-grow up. But you must know... That mother love you so m-much.
"...And he said he's sorry, that he can't watch you to grow up. And he loves you, Mamoru, he said that as the parting words between the both of you..." Kaname assured his son. He felt like there's a lump in his throat every time the stream of events came back rolling in his mind. Without even he realizing it, Kaname had choked on his own tears, letting a single lining of tears fell onto his child's form.
"... I finally realized, where did such a deep connection between Okaa-san and myself came from..."
Mamoru reminiscence back on those time he met his mother in his dreams. And he can't help himself but think on how their life will be if his mother is still alive, and be by their sides. One thing for sure, it will be such a perfection.
"..Otou-san..? A-Are you crying.." The brunette child tried to look up at his father, but was hold back in place when Kaname tightened his grip on his, keeping Mamoru from seeing his face.
"Let be in this position for a while..." The words were whispered softly with a hoarse voice filled with misery.
"Will you be okay, Otou-san?"
"Yeah... I'm just missing your mother, that's all.."
Kaname finally loosened his grip and let his head fall on the soft brown locks of Mamoru's hair. The moment Kaname lost his precious Zero, he'd lost the only person who always comforted him. But he had soon came to realize that he could rely on Mamoru more, even if Mamoru mostly just being quite, at least the child always made him felt the serenity.
Kaname was startled for a second, when the petite boy pulled away from their bear-hug position, and suddenly the child pecked on his cheeks side by side. It's not because of the gesture that startled him, but it was the fact that his child actually initiated such gesture on him. Kaname stared deeply into his son's eyes, the twinkles of relief are visible in the amethyst orbs.
"I don't want Otou-san to be sad... So please don't cry, alright?"
The child yelped suddenly when he was pulled back into a big bear hug, his hair being ruffled messily by his father. A smile plastered on his face, when he heard the heart-warming chuckles coming from his father.
" I love you, Mamoru... Thank you..." You're such a precious child...
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Gulp..
Gulp..
Gulp..
Kaname watched expectantly as his child swallowed the remaining trickles of blood from inside the vial. The child's face contorted in slight bewilderment as he savored the taste of the strange liquid which will be consumed by him on regular basis for the rest of his life, courtesy of his vampire nature.
"It d-didn't taste that bad actually... But there's still the tangy taste of coppery from the blood.. Urmm..." The child stopped on his words as he contemplated more on the taste of blood. He didn't deny that the blood taste extra-ordinarily sweet and yet a part of it tastes a little bit off; perhaps because he consumed his own blood mixed with his father's?
"You'll get used to it eventually, Mamoru. And of course drinking your own blood isn't that pleasant." The Pureblood stated with the knowing voice of his. He won't tell his child for now that the true pleasure of drinking blood come from drinking one's own true mate's blood. It's just too early for that.
"Anyway, the next step will happen naturally, son. Prepare for that, alright?"
Mamoru was about to ask, what does his father's words mean. But just when he was about to open his little mouth, he felt something slowly growing, protruding from the inside of his mouth, and he gasped inevitably as he tried to hide the view from his father's sight.
The little Pureblood felt unbearably hot all of a sudden. He felt as if his body was on fire, and his eyes are getting blurred by a second to another, his vision becoming red.
Kaname became alerted with concern as he saw the amethyst orbs of his son slowly turning their colors to bloody red. He could see Mamoru clutching at his own neck, probably from the onslaught of unfamiliar thirst that suddenly activated in the child's body. It's about time...
"Otou-san... W-water... Thirsty.. I feel unbearably thirsty..." The child said without knowing that his true vampire nature is lusting after blood and not the familiar plain liquid he used to drink anymore.
Kaname hesitated no more, as he saw his son's miserable form thirsting for blood. With a vampire speed, by a second, he knelt in front of his son as he motioned the child to come nearer to him. He effortlessly guide both of them to the nearest wall beside a bookshelf, as he leaned himself onto the concreted wall.
"Now... Follow your instinct Mamoru, can you recognized your true nature?"
Blood...
He can hear it clearly... The sound of blood running in his father's veins...
"Blood..." Mamoru barely whispered and he didn't even realized when the next words left his mouth.
"..I want... blood..."
The child's eyes could scan through every pulsating veins in his father's neck. He was lured by the rich scent of pure Vampire blood, his instinct told him to satiate his thirst. It was too much to handle that he found himself sniffing the sources of the blood, like a stray cat sniffing on its rare meal.
"Alright, Mamoru, go on... You obviously know that I don't mind... I'm your father, right?" Kaname guided the curious child to his neck, motioning for the young boy to proceed on with their agenda.
"Otou-san... I d-don't know how to use my f-fangs... It's weird.." The brunette child finally admitted his query. Albeit the urge of wanting blood could surpassed anything, but he really have no idea on how to use his newly grown fangs.
"It's something that will happened naturally, Mamoru... You just have to make an attempt to do so..." Kaname assured his son, ruffling the soft brown locks of Mamoru, and settled the boy on the right position for his next action.
The child followed his instinct as he hesitantly licked the pulsating area on his father's neck, letting the vampire nature of his leading his moves as he tested and poke his fangs lightly on the targeted veins.
It felt weird that he doesn't know how much force should he exerted on the flesh in front of him, but he just succumbed to his hunger and the next moment he knew, his young fangs pierced through the flesh of his parent's neck.
Mamoru's eyes widened slightly as the streams of blood entered his system, and he could felt a surged of power awakened within himself. He felt hot all over his body, probably from the changes that he's undergoing in the process of unlocking his Pureblood power.
He continued to savor every bits of the crimson liquid into his mouth, satiating himself as he closed his eyes, not expecting to see a vague image that suddenly surfaced through his vision.
It was a scene, of his father in a pulchritudinous garden, roses are everywhere, the vines wrapping the fences that are aligned along the garden, running aimlessly as he looked through his surrounding, searching for something...for someone. And then Mamoru saw him, he saw his silver-haired mother, walking towards a direction, unaware of his father's desperate calls.
The child saw his mother walked towards a door, a massive door in the garden, the roses and vines scattered around the wall of the door, the only bizarre thing is that the vines are silver in color, not the usual dark green. And for some reason, the roses looked bloody red.
His mother walked through the door as he entered the secret door, his father finally catch up to the former. His brunette parent stood silently in front of the door, hanging his head low to the ground, Mamoru couldn't see his face, but he thought he saw droplets of tears suddenly fall onto the earth.
The last thing he saw; his father was about to make a move, to make a step, either forwards or backwards. But before Mamoru could see the rest of the vision he was stopped when he heard his father calling to him as he abruptly opened his eyes and the vision disappeared.
"Mamoru... You won't be able to digest too much blood on your first meal, you know..." Mamoru could smell the amusement in his father's voice and so his fangs retreated as he made up his mind that he has had enough of blood.
"Sorry... Is Otou-san okay?" The brunette child inquired as he looked up to his father, his task of mending the punctured wound done. The only reply that he received were a nodded and a smile on his father's face.
He thought he wanted to ask about the vision that he get just now, but he decided to just let it go, since perhaps it's his father's inner-conscious that he was seeing. He's aware of the desperate longing his father had for his mother, somehow he's satisfied with just that explanation for now.
Mamoru was cut off of his thought when he was suddenly lifted up by his father.
"Otou-san? I can w-walk by myself!" The child puffed his cheeks as his father continued to carry him out of the library and towards the living room. So it seems like the size of his body wasn't effected at all by the power that had awakened in him.
"I know you can walk, Ma-mo-ru. But just let father gives you this special treat, alright?"
The younger Pureblood pouted a little, but snuggled himself in the embrace of his father, somehow feeling contented by the simple act of him being carried. He treasures every single moment that he get to spend with his father, and he was grateful that his father didn't use the vampire speed as he usually does.
Kaname put Mamoru down, onto one of the couches in the living room, giving a pat on his son's brown locks as he asked Mamoru to stay as he disappeared into the kitchen area.
The child blinked in confusion as to what his father is up to, when suddenly he remembered about his request of wanting the special milk tea made by his father. Somehow the idea tempted him even more, to soothe the foreign taste of blood on his tongue.
With a swift movements, the Pureblood collected the ingredients and settled them in front of himself, on a counter in the kitchen. He reached for the milk and honey and started to mix the two elements together, heating the mixture on a low heat.
As he stirred the liquid, the aromatic smell of the tea and fresh herbs hit his nose and a sudden flash of memory flooded into his mind
"It is such a wonder that you didn't make the tea by yourself, when you've been craving for it for almost three days while I'm away...Zero."
Kaname articulated on his thoughts that had been lingering in his mind ever since he introduced the tea to his lover. He observed the hunter, who looked very contented with every sips of tea that he took.
"I don't want to make it..."
Kaname raised an eyebrow upon that statement. He wondered why, because as far as he knows, his lover had no problem when it comes to anything related with culinary skills.
"Why not?" He can't help but asked, because there's no way that his Zero doesn't know how to make such a simple tea, well at least it's simple enough considering that he himself mastered the skill.
And yet the only reply that he got was, "I made one, once... But I think I might make it for you, but not for myself... It's not the same." The silver-haired hunter said, with a hint of blushes on his pale cheeks as he turned around, leaving no space for Kaname dodging any question to him anymore.
And up until now, Kaname still doesn't get any idea as to why his lover complained over his own tea. Zero made the same tea for him, several times, and he loves the taste, it tastes even better when the hunter made it for him.
The sound of boiling water caught onto his sense, and he quickly poured the hot liquid into the slightly bigger than normal tea-cup, belongs to his son. He guess the kid just loves the big portion for his every meal, just what he expected from a growing child.
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"Mmm... I love those herbs that you used Otou-san!" The child beamed happily as he enjoyed the taste of the fresh herbs synthesized brilliantly with the not-so-sweet milk tea.
The older Pureblood smiled contently, while instructing his child to slow down or he might choke on his own tea, which was one of the worst experience that ever happened in his life.
"Why don't you try to make it yourself, one day?" Kaname inquired, and for some reason, he had just asked the same question that he had utter to Zero, years ago. He might be fortunate enough if he can get any clue to the unsolved query in his head.
"Hmm... I might try it one day, but I doubt it will taste the same as this..." Mamoru replied as he lightly twirled the tea in his cup, looking down at the liquid with an air of curiosity.
One step ahead for the answer... Kaname thought in his mind.
"Why not?... You could follow my any other instructions just fine, this won't be any different..."
The child finally switched his attention to his father as his lips quirked to a smile.
"It's not about the instruction, Otou-san. It's about something that only you can do."
For some rare moments of his life, the Pureblood was taken aback by the statement.
"I don't understand.. What do you mean?" Kaname asked as his brows subconsciously furrowed to a frown.
"It's the love that you pour into the tea, while you're making it. That's the different, Otou-san. If I make it by myself, it won't be the same, the taste won't be the same." The child smiled innocently as he finished up the last sip of his tea and settled the teacup onto the coffee table.
The older Pureblood seems to be deep in his thought and the only word that he could utter to his child was, "I see..."
So that means, years ago, Zero meant to say this. It's such a contradiction that a child could utter such a simple thought innocently, and I took years to understand my lover's indirect words.
And perhaps, my next decision is right, and I will be united with Zero... Soon.
-To be continued-
I have nothing to say for this chapter, not really quite satisfied with it myself, but I kinda like it too! I'm sorry if it bored you to hell because of my lack of vocabularies! T^T
Alright, that's it! The next chapter might be the last, but I bet it will be the second last since I tend to venture more than I intended!
About this new name of mine, Kaikaze; Although I made up this name from my favorites characters, it has a meaning of its own! 'Kai' means 'The ocean' or 'The sea'... While 'Kaze' simply means 'Wind'! Somehow it portrayed the independence of my passion of writing something that I like! You know.. like spreading your wings in the middle of the vast blue ocean surrounded by the comforting wind! ;D
Alright, enough with my rambling! I want to sleep, so tata for now!
Anyway, I have a short story about Zero's first experience with Kaname's tea, anyone wanna read it? I might post it in 'Chapter of Eternity' if it's requested by many!
Anyway, English isn't my mother language, hence you may found some critical grammatical mistakes here in my story! Pardon me for those unintended mistakes because I'm still learning! T.T
Review, if you think that I deserve it! T_T