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A/N: Hello everyone!! I thank you, beforehand, for reading my story! It would also make me happy, and hopefully improve, if you reviewed for me (hint hint)!!
This story came up oddly while I was watching T.V. and I didn’t have anything to do, and then I got all inspire all of sudden to write a vampire romance. This is basically my first time trying to attempt to write something like a vampire romance (so if u can tell me tips and advise for me that would be great!). Oh and because I’ve never been to Ireland I’m basically getting all the information I use about Ireland from the internet, my friends knowledge, and descriptions. So if I get anything off or anything please say so, but don’t nag at me please.
Major arigato’s/thank you’s to Hakunio-san, for giving me lots and lots of info about vampires and other related information, Eclipse-chan/E-chan/Nee-san for helping me with the names and support, AJ-chan/Araxia, for giving me bunches of support and writing tips, and last but not least, Dark-san, for giving me romance scene tips and writing tips and for all her inspiration she gave me!!! Also, last thing, thank you readers!!!
O.o…too long of a note…sorry bout that...Enjoy!!!!!!!!
Prologue
Mitsukai Residence, May seventh…
“You’re naming her Seijun?” an old woman replied. She was a bit taken back by the answer she was given to by her daughter, who was cradling her sleeping newborn in her arms.
“Yes, isn’t it cute?” She was a beautiful person, even though she just had a child, with long black hair and a warm smile on all the time. Her face looked delicate like porcelain, but had a childish demeanor to it, in a way.
”W-wait a minute, when did you decide a name already, Akiko?” the father of the child asked. He was obviously a business man since he had on a business suit and had a fine trimmed haircut on his black hair and spectacles from being in front of a computer too much.
“Last night, Yamahiko,” the mother piped.
“That’s just like my sister she always picks something unique, can’t be plain and simple can we?” another man in the room said as everyone began to laugh lightly. He had long silver hair tied at his nape but long bangs were still loose in front of his face with a built body portraying that he was more of a fighter then a business man like the newborns father, but he did have a warm face showing.
“Well this child is unique, Hiroshi, I’ve never seen or heard of a Japanese child to be born with green eyes. I simply can’t get over them. My little Seijun even stumped the doctors with these emerald jewels, didn’t you? Yes, you did!” Akiko cooed to the baby as she rubbed her face gently against the newborn.
“Then why didn’t you just name her Midori? There’s nothing wrong with that name,” the same man asked.
“No, that’s too plain for my little Seijun...and besides, I didn’t pick the name,” she said calmly but slyly as she looked at her daughter with a smile as bright and proud as the sun.
“Eh? Then if you didn’t pick the name who suggested it to you?” Hiroshi said.
“Akiko, why don’t I get a say in this?” Yamahiko said sadly.
“An angel did,” she said proudly.
“What, an angel you say?” the grandmother said calmly but curiously.
“Yes, she came to me in my dream the night I was in the hospital and said to name her Seijun meaning pure and clean. She told me that “this child would do great things” and told me to raise her right.”
After Akiko’s revelation, the room went silent as everyone had their eyes on her and the newborn with faces of confusion written all over. Akiko knew that they wouldn’t believe her but she didn’t care. She loved this baby no matter what, and she knew that Yamahiko would too as well, although it was a trifle thing to argue about anyway.
All of a sudden Akiko’s brother began to laugh loudly and everyone’s eyes moved to look at him in confusion. A few seconds later he calmed down and let his head hang when he was done laughing. There was a moment’s pause as he finally brought his head up with a warm smile and opened his mouth to talk.
“That’s just what it was, Akiko, a dream. You were probably just over excited about the baby and dreamed of an angel because of all your excitement. I mean really? You’re a twenty-four year old mother now, and that means you have to stop believing in that nonsense. Otherwise the baby will be just as over imaginative as you are, you have to start facing reality even more so now that you have a baby.”
Akiko began to tighten her lips and puff up her right cheek, staring at her brother with a childish stare. That most children would do when their pouting, and Akiko was defiantly pouting at her brother in the most childish way possible.
“But it wasn’t a dream. I really did see an angel in my dream and she even said that she wasn’t part of my dream, that she was real,” she whined. She literally squeaked her voice, making her even more rebellious and childish if even possible.
Yamahiko suddenly noticed that the newborn was stirring a little and opened her eyes drowsily. On the other hand, Akiko and her brother were too busy arguing to notice and continued to argue like children.
“It was real,” Akiko said sternly and glared at her brother as he did the same.
“A dream,” he replied back.
“Real.”
“Dream.”
“Real!”
”Dream!”
“Um, honey, Hiroshi-san(1),” Yamahiko interrupted hesitantly.
“What!” they yelled at him harshly, making Yamahiko back away slightly.
“W-well um, t-t-t-the-”
“The baby’s awake…” the grandmother interrupted.
“The baby-” they couldn’t finish since the newborn immediately started to cry loudly making Akiko and Hiroshi panic.
“T-there there, good Seijun, be a good girl for mommy,” she cooed in alarm as she cradled her newborn who quickly calmed as she reclaimed her attention.
“You’re a terrible mother,” Hiroshi stated.
“What did you-,” before she could finish that the baby cried even more, turning her wails into a scream.
Yamahiko chuckled lightly at the quarreling siblings and moved forward and took the crying baby out of Akiko’s arms and into his. He cooed the baby to calm down and she did. She smiled and giggled for her father and her grandmother smiled and chuckled with him as well.
“Well, I think we should start right now. I’m not getting any younger and her future isn’t getting any clearer as time ticks on away,” Akiko’s mother said.
“Oh right, the divination,” Akiko replied.
Yamahiko set his daughter down in a cradle in the room and his mother-in-law stood up with a hunched back and walked over to the child. She looked down at her and smiled pleasingly at the newborns happy expression, giggling and making funny noises like all babies do.
The others stood around the cradle as they watched her perform an Onmyoji’s(2) Divination. This was a traditional ceremony in the Mitsukai held whenever a newborn was brought into the family or when someone is accepted into the Mitsukai family. An Onmyoji, in the family, would perform it to look into the future of the child and see what will happen to them and if the family name will perish or something important.
It was all because of the fact that the Mitsukai family had long been in touch with spiritual related abilities that cause many events to happen to the Mitsukai. Although nowadays this ceremony is just for personal knowledge since the ability is starting to weaken and their have been no reason for events to happen, but it is done just in case.
Akiko’s mother placed her right hand just a few inches above of the newborn. There didn’t need to be a direct connection since newborns had a strong spiritual connection. She slowly closed her eyes to concentrate and the baby, as if in sync with her grandmother, began to slowly drift asleep silently while the whole room quieted with anticipation waited.
Akiko was holding her breath the entire time because of the worry for her child, but she wasn’t the only one causing anticipation in the room. Yamahiko was just as worried for their child as Akiko and stared intently at Seijun as a small bead of sweat fell from his head. While Hiroshi was just anxious to know how his niece would grow.
A moment later she half opened her eyes making it look like she was half a sleep. Her eyes were blank, if you looked at them closely, but they all knew that she wasn’t truly there anymore but exploring Seijun’s future with her spirit.
Nothing happened for a long while and the old Onmyoji priestess didn’t make any movements or reactions since she partly opened her eyes. Then something strange happened, she chocked out a painful sound. They soon became cracked words that weren’t understandable to Akiko, her brother or her husband, but it did cause them to worry and fear for the child. Soon after, her body, arms, and hands began to shake violently, straining to stay in contact with the child.
Then, she could hold on no more and quickly drew back from the child, lifting her head heavenwards. Her neck stretched as far back as she could strain it to and her eyes dilated as life slowly came back to her eyes and all the while straining to keep them open long enough for her to completely enter back into her body.
As soon as she returned to her body she immediately dropped to her knees and fell to her hands as she gasped for air desperately. With cold sweat falling from her wrinkled face to the matted floor.
Yamahiko and Hiroshi didn’t waste time and went straight over to help her while Akiko went straight to her baby. She took her out of the cradle and into her arms and when she saw that her baby was still fast asleep with nothing wrong she heaved a sigh of relief. A breath she had not known she was holding.
“Oka-sama(3), are you alright?” Hiroshi said, breaking the rooms’ silence in urgency.
“It’s coming back,” she replied with a hoarse voice, ignoring her son’s voice. She gripped her sons arm with all the strength that was left in her aged hand and took deep, croaked, breaths that sounded as if each breath was too painful to respire.
“What’s coming back? What did you see?” Yamahiko asked patiently but desperately.
Akiko looked at her mother with so much fear that she held onto her baby with all her might and hoped she would never to have to let go.
“The Museigenketsu…(4)”
