Pairings: JxIno, hint of SugizoxRyuichi
Rating: PG-15, yes no sex here!
Summary: J has a crush on one of his co-workers in the Flower Shop…
Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,
Note: this story is based on the outline of an original fiction about female vampires and their preys (link), I never write that story down, but the plot reflects upon my thoughts on love relationship, so I wrote it down as a fanfic instead. Plus the vampires in the story are rather humanlike, okay? XD
PS: it has been so long, sorry for keeping everyone waiting!
In Inoue’s memory, his mother was never a happy woman, the mournful air that surrounded her constantly might be explained by the loss of her beloved husband, Inoue’s late father whom he had hardly any clear memory of.
During his childhood, little Inoue sensed that his mother was different from anyone else, and for unexplained reason beyond his understanding, she was distant from the other people around her, including Inoue, her only child. He sensed that for some reason his mother had long closed herself off from others, from the outside world, sealing herself off in her tiny private world of past memories and sorrow; a world that excluded everyone; a forbidding realm in her heart that even Inoue could not enter.
Although she was by no mean a bad mother, she was always kind to her son, she had always tried her best to care for little Inoue, making sure he was fed and clothed, raising her son as best she could as a widow. For her effort, many years later on, Inoue was grateful.
And back then Inoue was a mere child who did not know much outside of his own family, he did not know clearly how other parents would interact with their children. Therefore he simply accepted his mother just as who she was and adored her with all his innocent affection. To him she was always beautiful, gentle and kind yet somehow distant, lost in her own world of mournful memories of her lost love.
Even since a very young age, Inoue had already known that he and his mother was different from other people, in more than one way.
For example, his mother’s youthful appearance had remained unchanged for years upon years; even when her own son grew slowly from a child to a teenager through time just like every child else. And it was difficult to avoid gossip and suspicion if they stayed in one place for far too long; therefore as a result they had to move from one place to another frequently. So no one would notice that the Kiyonobu Family of two was different than the others.
Plus there were more secrets to keep, when Inoue grew a little older, his mother started taking him out at night, holding his hand as the two of them walked into among dark allies in town, wandering in their seemingly aimless quest. A quest for nutrition.
She chose preys who were trusting and unsuspecting, luring them to quiet places, away from the public view. Then she showed her son how to lure the preys into surrounding themselves with smoothing words and other little tricks, also her charm as a helpless young woman of who she would sometime pretend to be. Every time when she did it and success, it always looked like magic to young Inoue. But his mother promised that when he grew up, he would learn to do exactly the same, if not better.
"It is instinct." She said to her son one time, after luring a stranger to fall into a trance, lying next to her feet. ”We need to feed from them, therefore one way or the other we’d learn what to do, eventually.”
Then his mother showed him how to feed, from her chosen preys. But unlike the amazing process of toying with the preys, feeding was actually the part that Inoue found himself not able to like.
For many times he watched his mother bent over her preys--who usually would be unconscious by then, exposing their necks before sinking her fangs into the flesh until blood flooded.
But she never truly hurt them, not once. In the end of the evening, the mother and son always watched their victims regaining consciousness, they would stand up, still confused and dizzy, unable to remember what had just happened, then eventually wandered off, forgetting their encounters with the strange woman and the young boy she brought alone with her.
At the end of their adventure, Inoue would go back home, hand in hand with his dear mother, and she would explain to him that he would have to do just the same when he grew up, therefore getting used to the process, sharping his skill early would be good.
Her words would be later proofed true, learning how to fend for himself early did Inoue good, but this reminder always came back to him with regret.
When they weren’t going out at night, mother and son led an ordinary life in the small corner of town. Every morning Inoue’s mother would take him to school, then she would go to work. The little boy would stand behind after school till dusk when his mother was freed to take him back home.
It would have been enough for little Inoue, if he didn’t slowly, as years passed, came to notice the sadness within his mother’s eyes only seemed to deepen. He had done anything he could try to cheer her up: studying hard to earn good grades, drawing pictures, helping her to do housework the best he could, drinking the nutrition dutifully despite of his discomfort; even though sometime she smiled and praised him for being a good boy, still the shadows kept lingering around her, and she became more drained.
Inoue was worried, but as a child, he had already ran out of things to try. As time passed, it seemed like part of her sorrow had passed on to him, Inoue found it increasingly difficult to remain cheerful, to keep taking conversation, or even to smile. Who should he be smiling for, if his mother was buried so deep in her sad memory to notice?
It didn’t take long for the boy to grow, becoming a quiet teenager, while his mother withdrawing further into her own silent inner world.
For mother and son, their quiet life stretched on, until one day, everything changed.
When Inoue was about 12 or 13 years old, one day he went back home from school, but before he ever opened the door to his home, he could hear laughter coming from the inside.
It was his mother’s voice, and Inoue could not recall since when did he last hear her laughing like this, her voice ringing off so clearly, so pure and filled with true happiness.
For a second Inoue was dumbfounded, unable to believe he had just heard his mother’s laughter. Still, very slowly as if in a dream, Inoue managed to unlocked the door and pushed it open.
Once stepping in, the teen immediately found his mother siting in their tiny living room, and she wasn’t alone, there was a handsome man with shoulder-length blond curled hair, who appeared to be in his thirty. The man was sitting opposite of Inoue’s mother. The first thing that crossed Inoue’s mind when he took in the stranger’s feature was that this man looked rather out-of-place in their humble household, he was so certain of himself, so gorgeous, so...grand without being overconfident; his designer suit too smart looking to match his surrounding. He was someone Inoue knew he could never hope to become. How would a man like this set foot into their house and visited them?
They both looked at Inoue’s direction when the teen walked in. Then his mother stood up, her movement light and causal as if she had grown wings, walking toward her son and gripped him by his elbow, urging him to come in and meet her guest.
His mother’s guest--though Inoue had never seen her inviting any friend home, was a man surrounded by an unusual regal aura, who introduced himself with a smile as Yoshiki Hayashi.
The moment their eyes met, the younger one of the two could sense a jolt of eletrictsity shot through him like thunders. The teen froze, staring blankly at the guest. Then out of sheer instinct, Inoue recognized what the man actually was at once.
It was the first time, aside from his own mother, Inoue came face to face with another member of their race.
to be continued.
This chapter is one of Ino’s flashback, and don’t worry Yoshiki isn’t going to be Ino’s stepdad!