It was raining outside, and the pitter patted of paws scurrying through the woods echoed through the treetops and across the sky were the bat flew overhead; the Founders were roaming like a winter breeze, one by one making their way to the very sacred place in which they suspected their sacred Eve to be.

They, Carla and Shin, sought many a things as they made their way through the woods. They'd talked for hours of the place in which their familiar was, eating up information from the sadists in the Sakamaki house.

"He truly is a mediocre fool, isn't he?" Carla seemed to sneer, his words directed towards the eldest Sakamaki son. Shin, who was practically half naked and standing near a window, turned around and smirked at his brother.

"Indeed he is, in due time, we'll be on our way to resolve this issue first hand, wouldn't that be rather interesting? If the girl is Eve, wouldn't those fools protect her with all of their strength?" Shin's eyes shifted back to a sinisterly disturbing face, one countered in lascivious thoughts and that of sinister thoughts.

"If he fails, she's ours," Carla rose from his seat and approached the window where Shin erupted into his animalistic form of a beast and seemed to run for the door. "In due time, Eve will be ours, the lovely Eve of our race. She will be out of Karlheinz's protection, and if that boy truly wants to protect her, that will affirm our beliefs even more."

That was many days ago in the land of eternal fire and darkness where Carla and Shin remained, the last Founders who had been watching for days it seemed like. They were making there way through the forested sea of trees behind the Sakamaki manor in the sea of mountains and autumn air. Shin splashed through the creek and caught scent of a stench of something sweet and fragrant; when he shifted his gaze to his brother, who could barely keep up with him, there was a look in his eyes that seemed to say, "that stench is gross. It reeks of plants and flowers."

Carla ceased his fluttering as the creature, abruptly resuming to his stance and crashing from the sky to the leaves and puddles bellow. He rose up like a demon, his eyes glowing a million shades of the stars. Shin followed in his steps, returning to his vampiric form and casing himself in the flesh of an immortal once more.

"It reeks like humans," Shin brushed a bushel of tree branches aside, glancing about to the space opening up. A single white lily was nestled in the warmth of the earth, its petals still bloomed despite the season. Carla's face shifted, stepping closer and blocking Shin from taking even a foot near the flower.

Suddenly, he bent down and picked it up with his fingers; Carla lifted it to his nose and caught the scent; it was a familiar one, truly that of a pure blood; it smelt like a warm bath full of roses, the elements of the deceased masked behind its alluring smell. Then, he proceeded to crumble it; Shin crossed his arms and gasped lightly in a sarcastic manner.

"Brother! You're going to catch holy hell!" He shouted in a sarcastic tone of disbelief, though his expression snickered ever so slightly.

Carla stepped his boot on it, walking past through a bush of thorns and slowly catching sight of a few more lilies; for they, the founders, were on the outskirts of Yuri's sacred place. However, there was something that came over them when they arrived. It was a sense of repulsiveness, and Carla and Shin felt their heads begin to feel heavy.

Yuri of course, didn't take notice of them; she was too busy working in her field to care, just tending to the flowers. Shin released a loud roar from the muzzle of his wolf form, undergoing the transformation into his animalistic form as Carla abruptly followed. The both of them experienced some kind of brash feeling in their chest, and from where Yuri was, she could hear a scream.

Her eyes broadened wider than a sunset; Yuri was alert and attentive, looking about the otherwise silent field for anything that could be different about the place. There was some rustling coming from the bushes, and Yuri sank into the flowers to hide from such a thing in case it could be something sinisterly uninvited. However, there was a moment when her heart stopped, and the faint sounds of crying began to wary themselves.

There was a boy, the same one she remembered from her very first time in the field. His eyes spilt tears like a waterfall, and his skin was drenched in rainwater. The treetops above provided as a mask to the flowers, only allowing a few drops of water down bellow to quench their thirst. In spite of this, they grew anyway. Yuri was particularly dry but cared nothing of this as she slowly stumbled upwards; he was crying, emotional, and the utmost upset.

"These things..." Her thoughts wandered, her palms sweaty as she rustled upwards from the bed and slowly, her footsteps began. "Are they real..? Or are they a dream..? Like that night in the snow...the man with the golden eyes..." Yuri could see him standing there and approached him, and the loud cry of a beast or a wolf sprang out into the midnight moon. It scared her so terribly she could do nothing but draw closer and grab his hand. Within a few moments, he was nestled safe into her arms and greeted with the pitter patter of Yuri's beating heart.

At first, Yuri was continuing to search the bushels for anyone else who might be lurking, but then, it all appeared so hastily she barely knew what to do or how to react.

A pair of boots clambered and mowed their way through the flowers; up the scrawny legs, past the somewhat exposed chest, was a man Yuri hadn't formerly met before; this only caused her to grip the child in her arms tighter. Yuri, by now, especially after years of living the rough life in Yakimura's house of mirrors, Yuri was somewhat capable of braving the unknown. After all, she certainly had some guts to stay in the Sakamaki manor, or at least she thought so.

"So you're the girl with the long brown hair," Shin Tsukinami stood there, his eyes a golden aura; Yuri's face became slightly panicked, but she then gripped tightly to the child in her arms. "We'll just be seeing ourselves in,"

Yuri simply wouldn't hand an innocent over. So, Yuri held him firmly in the assurance of her grasp. The child however, just continued to cry. Perhaps it was elements of her past self that opted her to protect him; Yuri only longed that someone would do the same for her when she was vulnerable. Now, whether she wanted to be or not, Yuri would have to be the slightest bit brave.

"What do you want?" Her voice croaked out in a rather confident tone, which was slightly unusual for her. However, she held her ground. She wouldn't be undermined by these two strange men creeping their way into her sacred place.

"Let's not make this any more complicated than it has to be. You're with the Bat Clan, correct?" Carla, who was now positioned ahead of his brother, spoke in a cocky tone towards Yuri. "That filthy pureblood is a man you've had relations and conversations with. You scheming bitch."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Yuri stated firmly, her eyes beginning to narrow and these somewhat handsome men invading her field.

"It seems like you do considering you've been in the pants of that Shu guy," Shin wore a smug expression, and he laughed a little beneath his breath. Carla, who Yuri found to be far more calm and collected than his peer, couldn't help but chuckle at this remark.

"T-that's not true!" Yuri quickly protested his accusation; her face went as red as her blood, and she refused to find humor in such remarks.

"Dirty girl, come along, let's not drag this ordeal out any longer than it has to be. We're going to give you what you want," Shin drew closer, and Yuri, who felt herself beginning to have a panic attack in her midst, panted at the struggle of air. "After all, precious Eve, your role in this will all be resolved if you join us."

Carla's feet began to trample over the lilies, and Yuri, who felt herself becoming frightened over the thought of a man touching her, began to back away. "Don't be so arrogant," Carla snickered.

"I'm not going with you," She said firmly, her heels practically dug into the dirt like a lily. Shin narrowed his eyes ever so slightly; after a few seconds, he grew closer, and Yuri could almost feel him snatch her by the hair.

Yuri felt a strange sensation flow through her body, and she screamed loudly; her eyesight fell into the darkness, and Yuri fell into the flowerbed beneath her. As for the child, well, God only knew where he vanished to; for now, Yuri laid there completely helpless and unconscious. The Founders were not a stupid set of siblings, they knew quite well how to obtain Yuri even if she struggle.

Thus, Carla bent over and grabbed Yuri by the collar; a little blood oozed its way from her nose. A fate worse than death would be awaiting her...

"Eh! Brother, this'll make a fine bride, eh? Honeypot of gold, I could fuck her all day long," Shin's tongue swiped across his lips; his fantasies ran wild, how he longed for his tongue to creep into her nether. For a moment, he envisioned his lips to be tasting the blossoming little flower between her legs.

"Get your hands off her,"

Shu's voice rang out; within moments, he stepped through the flowers, thrashing about until he reached the bed in which Carla held her.

"What was that?" Carla seemed to mimic him in a sarcastic, arrogant tone; he was fishing for a displeased reaction, and thus, things began to ensue turmoil. He grew closer, until he stood right up on the two holding Yuri with a deadly grip.

"I said get your filthy hands off her." Shu grabbed Yuri by the back of her neck, practically tearing the two of them apart as Carla seemed to nearly gawk at this sudden reaction.

Shin growled; he growled like a wolf, like he was in his animalistic form, and desperately attempted to reach to grab Yuri back from Shu.

"And who the hell do you think you are!" Shin's voice snapped like a twig; Shu's strength was vast in contrast to Shin's mediocrity. He pulled Yuri, who was currently in her own oasis of dreams and nightmares, into his clutch.

"I'm her fucking bodyguard."

Carla's eyes widened ever so slightly, and for a moment, there was a loud thrashing noise; hundreds of petals flew into the breeze created by Shu's diversion, and their eyes met between the barrier. Carla's shone like the sun, and Shu's, like the ocean. It was evidently paranoia that drove Shu to the field that night, and just as soon as he was there, he vanished into the moon with Yuri collected in his arms.

He found very quickly, when he laid Yuri to sleep in his quarters, that there were a bundle of lilies collected in her sweater. They fell out when he laid her down, and, at first, he was confused. Then, when he caught sight of a little piece of paper tucked between the flowers, it began to make sense.

I had a great deal of fun the other night, and wanted to thank you. Have these lilies! I'll be where I always am, and I probably won't be there when you wake up. So, enjoy the flowers! I pray you feel better soon, Shu...

P.S, we should go stargazing again!

Shu furrowed his eyebrows; his eyes had a hard time wandering, for they were attracted to her and the way she slept. Yuri pouted out her lower lip a bit, and her hands were sprawled out beside her pasty, white face. Oh it truly felt like an art museum, and oddly, she seemed to grow on him.

Yuri was out for hours; he wasn't sure why, but Shu just decided to let her sleep. He played many a album for her on his radio and record player, sitting by the type writer in his bedroom. Eventually, he couldn't resist his boredom. He needed to feed his yearning desire to entertain himself to distract him from the anxiety in his chest. Subsequently, Shu was awake into the afternoon typing something on his desk.

The pitter patter of keys and the ringing sound when he reached the end of a line was quite satisfying; it comforted him, which was exceptionally strange in a sense.

As for Yuri, her dreams haunted her; she would have nightmares, yet show no sign of so; a subtle string of tears oozing down her cheeks in a way similar to the blood that had left her nose earlier, and Shu never noticed.

Though, truthfully, he could hear her murmuring things beneath her breath. It was always something, or someone's name, that Yuri seemed to pine for. He scribbled the sentences into the back of his mind and proceeded onward with his work, and when Yuri awoke, the room was empty. Her lilies were scattered amuck, for Shu had been too lazy to arrange them in a vase.

Yuri's recollection of event was strange; she had a hard time recalling, to say the least. Though, when she slid off the bed, she remembered the boy from the field.

"Why is this sort of thing always happening...it's, bonkers.."

Then, her eyes roamed; they took sight of the crumbles of paper on the floor near the desk. The typewriter had been in motion, and Yuri, who slid out of bed in shear curiosity, began to step over the pages. There was something sitting on the platen, and Yuri slowly began to read it.

There is always something, or someone, we are searching for. Who? When? Where? What? Like the cherry blossoms in spring, or the snow in a harsh winter, love comes to an end. It is not an indelible mark on one's soul; it is a wound, a cut in the side. It is a crown weaved of thorns piercing into the recipient's flesh and bone.

What becomes of these things? They die out. One cannot suffer death from a wound the length of a grain-salt. Just as this, the feeling of love is a shallow minded confevt thatsd onefj jfcanneo unseeck ncjdjskskoaisogoxsakakjd jdjdisi iidisk

It stopped. The letters were jumbled, and Yuri couldn't read past the final paragraph or so. Instead, she departed the room and dressed for school; their feelings were there, and Yuri could feel it. Deep down inside, she was petrified.