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Mmm, this yukata designed by Mother is really pretty. Momoi Satsuki smiled.

She fingered the sleeve of her smokey pink yukata, the softness of the fabric lending the wearer a look of sophistication that many would kill for. The subtle splashes of red intermixed with the smoky pink, matches well with her baby pink hair.

Momoi walked towards the shrine holding the summer festival, smiling at others adorned in yukata mixed in with crowds of people wearing ordinary clothes, all heading in the same direction.

Momoi, not wanting to let her hair down or do it up in a complex style, had tied her long hair up in a simple ponytail. The simplicity, though unintended, made her seem even more radiant. The lengthy pathway seemed cramped, with the fair's vendor booths lined in a row along the side of the street. Momoi squeezed her way through the throng, unsure where exactly she wanted to go, just soaking up the atmosphere.

Countless times she had been stopped by exclamations of "Pretty girl! You're alone? Come spend some time with us!" "Hey, you're cute, are you in high school? Come join us!" and the like, only to refuse each invitation.

Momoi, blessed with a stunning figure and a cute face, was used to being hit-on, especially if she was alone.

"If only Dai-chan had come with me, maybe I wouldn't be hit on so much! Why do I have to endure this while doing something I love?" Momoi murmured angrily.

Her childhood friend, Aomine Daiki, had refused to accompany her to the festival despite her constant urgings, saying that he wasn't interested in such things as she was.

"What's wrong with going out to an event once in a while? It's so rare to be able to meet with others that are different from us!" an exasperated Momoi looked to the beautiful night sky filled with twinkling stars.

She walked on, looking at some booths with interest, and just glancing at others. She looked towards the shrine, and that's when she saw him.

A teenager, with light blue hair. He was wearing a simple black striped yukata, carrying a plastic bag filled with colored balls. She watched, as though spellbound, as he turned to talk to a huge brown-tipped red-haired boy who arms were laden with packets of food, stuffing takoyaki into his mouth like a squirrel.

"Oh, that huge guy, he has such weird eyebrows! Split eyebrows? And he's eating so much food! Reminds me of Mukkun... Wait, I don't care about him! Where is the light blue hair guy?" Momoi frantically searched the area where she last saw him, but to no avail.

Even after a few minutes of searching, she still could not find him. Although she managed to locate the huge red haired guy, the light blue-haired one was nowhere to be seen.

Where is he? It's like he suddenly became invisible. That aside, why am I so bothered by him? For some reason, I feel intrigued. He seems….. fascinating. Momoi lost in her thoughts while walking around looking for him.

"Ano…."

"Kyaah! Where did you come from?!" Momoi shrieked in surprise as the light blue-haired guy appeared in front of her.

"I am sorry. I do not want this anymore, so you can have it." He said while extending his hand towards her.

Momoi, who was in shock, took the eaten ice cream stick from him.

She gave him a quick lookover. He's slightly taller than me. Pretty cute, but has a blank expression. Oh, he has such cute round eyes. Momoi met his gaze.

"What, you're giving me your garbage? Don't you think that's mean?" Momoi pouted.

She turned the ice cream stick over, and saw the words "WINNER" printed on it. Gasping in surprise, she looked up to see him walking away from her.

"W-wait! Thank you for this. What's your name?" Momoi asked, holding up the ice cream stick.

He looked back, saying "You're welcome. My name is…. Kuroko Tetsuya." with such a gentle smile that made Momoi's heart beat faster.

"I'm Momoi Satsuki." Momoi introduced herself, a shy smile on her face.

"Momoi-san." Kuroko bowed his head slightly, before disappearing into the crowd.

Momoi clutched the ice cream stick to her, repeating his name over and over again silently in her heart.

Kuroko Tetsuya…. Kuroko Tetsuya…. Kuroko Tetsuya.

x-x

"Goodbye Kagami-kun. I will be heading this way." Kuroko pointed in a direction opposite to where his red-haired best friend was heading.

"Ah, alright. See you at practice tomorrow." Kagami waved.

Kuroko gave a small wave, before turning and setting off on his way home.

x-x

"Can... anyone please help me..?"

Kuroko looked around, trying to find the source of the crying voice. He saw a small boy, who looked about 9 years old, crying on the sidewalk. He walked towards the small boy, who looked up as he heard Kuroko approaching.

"Hey.. What's your name? Why are you crying? Are you lost?" Kuroko squatted down in front of the small boy.

The small boy blinked a few times, then wiped his eyes dry with his sleeve.

"N-n-nagisa. I don't know where my mummy is.." that was all the small boy managed to say before he burst into tears.

Kuroko patted his head, telling Nagisa that it would be okay, and that he would bring him to the nearby police station.

"I think my mummy disappeared there. I think we should we go find her instead?" a teary-eyed Nagisa pointed into the dark alley just beside them.

Something doesn't feel right. It's better not to get involved. Kuroko felt a sense of foreboding.

"No, I think it's better if we go to the police station. The alley looks dangerous." Kuroko scratched his cheek, looking in the direction of the police station.

Silence.

"Nagisa?"

"Honestly, you are so irritating! Why can't you just follow what I say!" a snarl came from behind Kuroko.

Shocked, Kuroko turned around, only to see a blur of five fingers coming at him. He instinctively raised his arms to block his face, his scream cut short when he felt an immeasurable pain on his chest, a pain so intense that he immediately fell unconscious.

x-x

A vampire is near. I should be careful not to expose myself. Momoi looked down at the small figure in black walking on the sidewalk below.

She could not explain it. She just suddenly had the urge to follow Kuroko, a feeling so intense she just could not ignore.

"Doesn't this make it seem like I'm stalking him?" Momoi sighed. She closed her eyes, cupping her face with her hands as she remembered when their eyes met.

When suddenly –

A short scream pierced the night, jerking her out of her thoughts.

"Kuroko!" Momoi leapt down from the rooftop with lightning fast speed, landing in between Kuroko and Nagisa, the latter in the midst of bending down, about to drink Kuroko's blood.

She bared her fangs, snarling, and leapt at Nagisa, who was too shocked to react in time. Momoi grabbed Nagisa's head with her hands, and gave a sharp twist. She let go of the now dead Nagisa and swiftly turned around to where Kuroko was lying unconscious.

"Oh no, is he okay? Thank goodness he's unconscious, I can't bear to see him in pain. Oh no he's losing too much blood! What should I do!? At this rate, by the time any form of help comes, he'll be dead!" Momoi panicked.

She squatted down, and gently caressed Kuroko's face.

"What should I do? Why can't I just leave him to die? He isn't anyone of significance to me. But…. What is this feeling? I… I can't let him die!" Gathering her thoughts, Momoi made a decision.

She gently tilted Kuroko's face away from her, exposing his neck to her. She whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry. I don't want to do this, but I can't let you die. And this is the only way."

He smells delicious.. Momoi fought her desire to just drink his sweet-smelling blood.

She laid a hand over Kuroko's now unbeating heart and took a deep breath. She bared her fangs, and in a flash, bit Kuroko. Injecting the poison which will change his life as she pumped his chest once. She paused, breathing a sigh of relief as Kuroko gasped awake.

A/N:

This is my first fanfiction, and this is my first time using the website. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but no flames please. Beta'd by SaphyreDraconis. Fyi, this Nagisa has no connection to Free!'s Nagisa. Purely coincidental.