灰色の春

Grey Spring

Note: This is a girls love story. If girls love does not interest you then please do not read this story.

Fukune had always hated grey days during springtime. It just wasn't right; spring needed to be bright and cheerful, the ending of the cold winter and the renewal of nature. With a dark grey sky it just seemed to be winter again.

That was what Fukune had always thought, until she met her lover from the darkness.

"I can't come out during the sunlight," Night said, "but an overcast day like this is comfy."

Fukune smiled, walking along side Night. They strolled through the labyrinth of Shizuoka Public Park, a sky as grey as granite above them. It was just the two of them.

"What is spring like in the World of Darkness?" Fukune asked.

"It's not very different from your spring," Night replied. "I never enjoyed it though because I couldn't enjoy anything at the time. I can't much enjoy your spring either because of the sun, so I need to treasure this overcast day. It's the only way to experience it for myself."

As Fukune glanced around at the darkened park she felt kind of bad for Night. Everything seemed so gloomy in the shadows. Night could only see the usual image of spring on television. "I'm sorry if spring isn't that exciting to you," Fukune said apologetically. "Humans sometimes make a big deal of it, but it must not be anything special to you…"

Night laughed cheerfully. "Oh? It's very beautiful to me! The grey sky brings out the vividness of the green so much more than if I saw it bathed in sunlight. To me, everything is drab in direct light. This grey day is perfect for me."

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Fukune said. She kept forgetting that Night perceived things differently from humans.

"It's all right, really," Night said. "I forget you experience life differently from me at times."

She sat down on a bench and smiled at Fukune, patting the spot next to her. "Sit down, Fukune. I've got a treat for you."

Fukune took a seat to Night's right. Her lover reached into her red purse and pulled out a large bar of chocolate wrapped in gold foil. Smiling, she offered it to Fukune. Fukune couldn't resist.

"For me? Thanks a lot!" Fukune gratefully took the chocolate and unwrapped the left corner. She took a little nibble, savoring the rich taste. It was her favorite brand.

"My pleasure." Night had a chocolate bar of her own to eat, which she did considerably faster than Fukune. Fukune thought it was adorable how much Night liked to eat. A bit of melted chocolate clung under the lower right of her mouth. Eyes twinkling, Fukune couldn't help herself. She raised herself up and licked the little bit of chocolate off Night's face.

"Ah! Fukune—!"

Fukune giggled at Night's surprise. "Sorry, but you look so tasty! Hey, if you think I taste good then I can taste you back."

"Touché," Night laughed. "Let me give you a better taste of me then."

Her gentle hands moved to the sides of Fukune's head, brushing the soft twin tails. Fukune gazed into Night's misty grey eyes, then closed her own as Night pressed her warm lips to Fukune's. It was a hot, heavy kiss, the taste of chocolate lingering in Night's mouth. Fukune lost track of time, she was so absorbed in that embrace.

When they finally withdrew, Fukune licked her lips sensually. "I'd have to say you taste really good," she remarked suggestively.

"I'm glad you think so," Night chuckled.

A dying flower in the grass caught Fukune's eye. It looked like it was once very beautiful, but now it was hard to tell what it had been like before, most of the color replaced by brown, the body so dried it was twisted up. Turning from it to Night, something occurred to Fukune.

"Night," she began, "are you immortal?"

Night smiled softly. "I'll live longer than any human, but I'm not immortal, Fukune. I'll eventually pass on too, just like everyone else."

"How long do An'uuto live then?"

"About one thousand years."

"Whoa." It was difficult for Fukune to imagine such a long life.

"It frightens me a little to live for so long in your world," Night said. "People I care for will all die before me, and I'd have to move on to avoid suspicion."

Fukune's heart grew heavy. She hadn't given thought about how Night would continue living once it became obvious that she didn't age like other humans. How fleeting the lives of humans must have seemed to her! The thought made Fukune feel fleeting, transient.

"There is a way you can join me," Night said.

"What do you mean?" Fukune was eager and frightened at the same time to hear.

"I can make you into an An'uuto. You would be like me, living in darkness and feeding off blood and meat to survive. We could live together for the rest of our lives like that."

Fukune was silent. She understood that it would be selfish to refuse; doing so meant she would eventually die and leave Night alone. She wanted to be with Night for as long as possible, supporting each other. Fukune didn't have any close family, and only a few friends. Her situation was ideal for joining Night.

"Don't ask to be changed now," Night said. "You should grow up a bit more. You wouldn't want to be 16 for the next forty or so years!"

"Maybe I would," Fukune said. She smiled and hugged Night tightly. "Night, I love you and I wanna be together forever. I'll become an An'uuto for you. Maybe not now, but someday."

Fukune then moved back a bit and tilted her head back. Night understood the motioned, and moved to kiss the exposed neck. Fukune winced at the sharp sting of Night's fangs, but relaxed at the unique kiss. She gazed up into the dark sky above and smiled. She hoped next year had another grey spring to spend with her lover.

終わり

The end

Author's note: This story was written for a contest involving girls love during spring. It was a challenge to write at first, but one day I found myself in a very grey day for spring, and the idea came to me at last.