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Mana/Klaha fluff

xxxxxxxEver so quietly, the sun had begun to peek out over the hillside. Rays of pale yellow filled the sky as the darkness of the night began to melt away. I could feel the warmth beside me in the cool and damp grass. Your quiet breathing is inaudible, but I could still feel it. My arms around you, just as they had been. My eyes slowly open; my sight clouded by blue. A smile upon my lips; Such a beautiful colour, your hair is. I look down, to see you tenderly laying in my breast, your hands clasped together between us. With my gloved hand, I push away a few strands of your florescent hair obscuring your innocent face. Your eyelashes begin to flutter, like voluminous black butterflies. Those clear and grey eyes, then, look up to me without you moving. I only smiled to you, knowing you will never return the gesture. Such beauty was perfect; no smile or frown will ever need to grace or curse those blue lips of yours, but I can see it in your eyes… Your eyes smile back at me, glistening as the day softly graced us with a lukewarm touch. The sky was not blue, only white as it was covered in so many feathery clouds. It made the air feel cool. I touch your cheek and you lean into it, placing your own gloved hand on top of mine. Caressing your face, my hand then slides up to your hair, where those flowers that I had placed were. They were in full bloom, but I could feel their jealousy of you for you are so much more beautiful and fragile...

xxxxxxxI gaze out of my balcony, towards our garden. I can't help but smile as I see you there in radiant splendour. Oh, how you love flowers… Leaving my chamber, I step outside, to find you where I had seen you. Searching among the flora, I find the perfect one…

xxxxxxxAs you walk down the path, you stop and turn to me. Your keen eyes study the flower curiously in my hands as I come towards you. Gracefully you reach out as I hand you the flower. You hold it to your chest, and I swear I saw the hint of a smile upon those lips so blue. As if to try to match your beauty, it blooms in your hands. Looking back to me, I gaze deep into your eyes; so innocent and bright, like those of a cherub. In your eyes, I see all that is dear to me. I will take you away, to some place beautiful, exotic, and new. A place worthy of your beauty. I draw you in my arms, your head resting in my chest. I can feel your warmth on this cool morning. We will always be this way, together. Never will I let you go.

xxxxxxxI hold your hand as I then take you with me. This dream continues, like the day before. I keep you close to me as we begin to run along the path. I glance back to see you, your blue trail flying behind like that of a gorgeous star falling from the sky, blessing me with a wish I always wanted to wish. We come to the forest, as if in a new world. I turn back to you with a smile, and the flower in your hand grows, so dearly touched by your beauty. You look upon our new world, leaving my hand behind for just a moment. You look up and around before to me. Your lips are parted, your hands folded in your bosom. I come towards you and you immediately come to me. I hold you before lifting your gentle face. In those angelic eyes I see everything I love; everything I hold close to me. Here, in this place, it doesn't seem to matter any more. I hold you close, I hold you tight. You wrap your arms around me this time, and lean into my shoulder. Enfolded so dearly, I will never let go. My lips beside your ear; you shiver under my breath. Affectionately, I whispered to you.

Kiwamu Kai/Ken of GPKISM
((only part of it. Its a yaoi and well... not done for 1, and 2 Gaia would not approve! ))

xxxxxxxThe cold air swept through the stone walls of the palace, blowing the curtains of the balcony as the silvery waxed moon shone through. It illuminated the large chamber, shining upon the divan within. There lay the prince, silent and unstirred, breathing quietly through his parted, lush lips. His fingertips lightly touched the page where he last read in a small book beside him. His raven hair spilled over his bare shoulders, skin milky white. His thorn crown from upon his head was sliding off the down and silk pillow he rested on. The large room was lonely, besides the prince that dwell within. Hardly any furniture. The divan, a smoky fireplace, a vanity, and a dresser was all there was with plenty room to spare. The large doors leading into the room creaked loudly, but still did not disturb the prince's sleep. His humble knight, a vampire, silently making his way into the room, shutting the rickety old doors. He calmly approached the prince, who's back was turned to him. Such a vulnerable position to sleep in. The vampire sighed, leaning down to pull the sheets over his superior, gently kissing his jaw just below his cheek. The prince stirred quietly, but only did his eyes flutter open when the vampire pulled the thorny crown away before something fatal would happen.

xxxxxxx"Ki…wamu…?" The prince whispered, so tired, seeing nothing but darkness in front of him. He turned his head, meeting with crisp blue and icy eyes. His pink lips formed a soft and weak smile. His hand reached up, lightly touching his knight's petal-soft cheek. So strange for such a cold-hearted creature to feel so warm and plush.

xxxxxxxKiwamu, as he was called, tilted his head into the gentle touch, placing his own hand over the prince's before tenderly sweeping away a few strand of hair from the delicate face in front of him. He stepped back a pace or two as the prince sat up, pulling velvety strands of hair behind his ear. His own ocean blue eyes looked to the vampire, sparkling in tired delight to see his close friend. Kiwamu let his slender hand touch the prince's cheek, seeing him close his eyes. Although, he felt the pang of sadness within him. He sighed, feeling the prince lean into his gentle touch.

xxxxxxx"Kiwamu…" The prince whispered, opening his eyes without that smile. So young, Kiwamu thought. But he did not live forever, like himself. Kiwamu silently leaned down, placing a warm kiss to the prince's brow. He felt the sadness, or part of it, seem to melt away, and he was glad. It was his duty to protect the young prince, not only from physical pain but emotional as well.

xxxxxxxSerenely, the prince placed his hands behind the vampire's neck, pulling him just a few hairs closer.
xxxxxxxPrince Ken sighed, laying back down, facing his vampire friend. The prince had noticed how unusually pale the night-walker had seemed. The prince gently took a soft hand in his own before kissing it tenderly.

xxxxxxx"Kiwamu… " He whispered, digging his nails into his own flesh on his wrist. Before he could draw blood, the vampire yanked at his arm.

xxxxxxx"Ken…!" The vampire scolded, pulling away from the prince. He bowed momentarily. "My liege… You mustn't worry, I can live on without a meal for a long while, unlike humans…" He then looked up from his bow and sighed, placing his thin hand to the prince's shoulder.

xxxxxxxPrince Ken furrowed his brow, both his arms wrapping around the knight and pulling him closer. "Though… It doesn't mean you're not in pain." He remarked, his fingers playing with the long strips of blonde that flowed over the vampire's shoulders. The vampire turned his face away, his expression almost shamed. He felt the gentle touch of fingers on his cheek, turning his face back to gaze upon the prince who smiled so warmly at him.

xxxxxxx"Drink from me, then-"

xxxxxxx"I will do no such thing…!"

xxxxxxxKen frowned before slapping the vampire. "Do not use that tone on me, Kiwamu!" barked the prince before cupping the vampire's face in his hands. He stroked the reddened spot with his thumb carefully.

xxxxxxx"Kiwamu, if it is my safety you fear, have no worry… Drink from my veins and be well." Ken said once more, touching his wrist to the vampire's lips. Kiwamu closed his eyes, taking Ken's hand. He listened to the sound of his blood flow, he could smell the ripe liquid; it made his mouth water. Without a second thought, Kiwamu sank his fangs into the prince's flesh. Prince Ken tensed, grinding his teeth as he gave a hiss of pain. His eyes were shut tightly as he tried to relax his arm. The blood being drained from his was a strange feeling, but it wasn't as if he hadn't felt it before. His breathing became laborious as the vampire drank the sweet red nectar. Kiwamu's hand held onto the prince's as he drank. Stopping himself from going further, the vampire pulled away, blood dripping from his stained lips. Ken tried to regain control of his breathing; his head hung back as he gasped once or twice. Kiwamu stared at his exposed neck; his milky white skin. Uncontrollably, the vampire dove for the prince's neck, sinking fangs deep into his throat. Ken cried out in sharp pain, gasping on the contact of cold teeth to flesh. His hand was still held by Kiwamu, out in the air. His other gripped the sheets beneath him. His legs pulled up and his toes curled; it hurt so much. It burned his flesh as he felt the life begin to drain from him as well. "K-kiwamu…" He rasped, his mouth hung open. Blood seeped from the wound and down the prince's pale neck , onto his flat chest. His body temperature began to drop significantly. "Kiwamu.. please stop…!" He pleaded, his eyes beginning to water.

xxxxxxxThe night-walker finally released the prince, though reluctant and tempted to dive for more. Quickly, he sealed his lips to the prince's, the blood lingering from his lips passed onto the prince. Ken's eyes were clouded, his body relaxed but trembling. He closed his ocean blue eyes, letting the blood from the knight's feeding pass to him. He felt calm and wanted more of the sweet taste. His free hand released the sheets and dug into the gold locks of the vampire's hair, pushing him into a deeper kiss. Kiwamu growled, his lips parting as his blood soaked tongue probed the blue-blood's mouth, delving deep inside. In moments, their bodies were both cold but yet somehow still felt the heat of lust. Passion was not among them; pure carnal desire had taken over the prince as he cupped the vampire's face, his wrist still bleeding slowly.

Based off "Cantarella", a song made by the program Vocaloid.

Kiwamu/Ken

xxxxxxxKiwamu sighed, looking up to the shining full moon. His wavy, platinum blonde hair shimmered brightly; pale skin illuminated by the light. A perfect black rose sat over his left eye with four erected feathers atop of it. He was standing on a white marble staircase which spiraled up into a room high above. His piercing blue eye looked to his right, watching someone approach him.

xxxxxxxGothique Prince Ken strode through the halls of his mansion with the clicking of his heels echoed in the marble walls. He came to a large opening which led downstairs into his large courtyard. He smiled to himself as he saw his close friend as he turned to walk to the vampire.

xxxxxxxKiwamu greeted his master and friend with a smile, holding out his hand. Prince Ken smiled gratefully, taking the vampire's hand. Kiwamu eagerly pulled Ken up to him, kissing his hand. Ken pulled away his hand, holding onto the railing of the stairway. He looked up to the bright moon with Kiwamu; the orb reflected vibrantly in his glossy blue eyes. Kiwamu couldn't help but stare at the prince, the way his immaculate skin and hair seemed to glimmer and his perfect, Queen Rose worthy lips contrasted his pale, black and white look. Kiwamu reached out, having an urge to touch his master, but he hesitated, pulling back. He looked back to the moon, resisting such urge to touch the prince without permission, despite their close friendship.

xxxxxxxKen's lips parted slightly as his eyes were fixed on the moon. Kiwamu sighed to himself, looking down. Ken looked to his friend, giving him a quick farewell for the night, brushing past the vampire to his room. Kiwamu wanted to stop him to make him stay a while longer but resisted. Saying his end of the farewell, he stepped down, glancing back to the Gothique Prince's room before leaving.

xxxxxxxKen quietly slept lightly in his deep black, canopy bed. His room was entirely ebony and black marble. In the deep night, Ken stirred slightly, feeling an unwanted breeze in his room. He ignored it, only to feel something soft against his lips, like silk or a rose. He fluttered open his eyes, gasping as he shot up, backing away to the corner of his bed. A smirk was placed on the lips of an outsider. He was cloaked in deep black with white gloves and white mask to obscure his features and a black hat casted shadow on his pale face. Silvery hair was pulled back into a tight, black ribbon. He pulled a dazzling, royal blue rose from his sleeve, leaving it on Ken's pillow before backing away, jumping from the window that had been opened. Ken had pulled the covers up to his trembling lips, startled but relieved nothing further had been done. He looked to the rose and carefully reached out, taking it quietly. He lowered the covers, letting the rose to his face, taking in its unique scent. He sighed, laying his head back onto his pillow. He closed his eyes, but could not sleep.

xxxxxxxOutside, Ken sat in the courtyard with the blue rose in the vase. Despite the man who gave it to him, he did enjoy the aura the rose gave. Kiwamu came soon, cloaked from the sun as he sat beside Ken. He removed his hood, now far enough in the shadows with the prince to not get burned. The rays still stung, but it was not lethal to him. He noticed Ken's tired face and asked him if he was alright. Ken nodded slowly, closing his eyes. He dared not say anything about last night, only that he could not sleep. Kiwamu listened and looked to the rose. His blue eye widened slightly but he kept quiet. He pulled Ken into a gentle embrace. Ken murmured but rested on his friend's shoulder. Kiwamu stroked Ken's arms soothingly as he held him, sensing how tense Ken felt. The Gothique Prince sighed quietly, trying to enjoy the peaceful silence and comfort and not think about the masked man from the night before. After a while, Ken spoke up, asking Kiwamu if he would like some tea. Taking the hint, Kiwamu carefully stood, being sure Ken would not fall to his side from his drowsiness, pulling over his cloak and left to brew tea. After perhaps half an hour Kiwamu returned with a tray of tea, setting it on the small, round table in front of Ken. He sat beside the prince, keeping quiet as the prince drank his cup.

xxxxxxxAs the evening grew close, Ken began to speak more, chatting with Kiwamu. Kiwamu did not speak much, although he did share part of his opinion. Ken did not mind Kiwamu's silence; he preferred it over talkativeness, even though he himself was very talkative. Kiwamu listened to Ken's voice, leaning on his hand. A small smile was placed on his lips but it was small enough for only the prince to detect it. Ken noticed how unusually pale Kiwamu seemed as asked him if he would like something to drink. Kiwamu never liked asking the prince for blood, but slowly he nodded. Ken stood and left to get Kiwamu his glass. He returned shortly with a wine glass filled with blood. Kiwamu glanced to his hands. One had a glove over it now. Kiwamu thanked him, reminding the prince he did not have to do such a thing. Ken sighed, holding his sore, gloved hand. He watched Kiwamu drink every drop of the glass, placing it down quietly. He never approved of the slaughter of humans and he knew animal's blood would not satisfy the vampire. The animal's blood was either too sweet, too bitter, or never gave him enough nourishment. He always noticed when Kiwamu starved himself for his sake. His skin, although already unnaturally pale, would seem too sick or ashen. Despite Kiwamu's disapproval for Ken using his own blood, he did enjoy the sweet taste of it. Not too sweet, but it did have a unique taste. He closed his eyes as the silence between them grew. It was not awkward, just peaceful. The vampire's memory had returned for a moment, reliving his first meeting with Ken. Ken was still very young when he had first met him; a sweet child who enjoyed music. Kiwamu would play violin for him every day in the courtyard. Ken was entranced by the sound of the instrument that he learned how to play it himself. He was a sweet and delicate child who had grown into a beautiful, kind hearted young man. Kiwamu's smile still stayed on his lips, enjoying the prince's company. He risked the burning rays of the sun for him. Even now the sun stung his skin but not bad enough to hurt him fatally. Kiwamu could still sense Ken's wariness, but he did notice how much better he was. Night came all too soon for Ken and, unlike Kiwamu, Ken needed to sleep. He headed up to his room, saying goodnight to his friend and shut the door behind him, blocking out the stairway. He gave a tired smile to himself as he sat at the foot of his bed. He kicked off his heeled boots and untied his corset. Sighing with relief, he slid off his blouse carefully, folding it neatly and placing it in the small laundry pile. He stood, facing the bed, brushing down his long and black hair. Suddenly he gasped, turning quickly as he felt soft hands hold his sides. The Prince fell back onto his bed, looking up at the dark cloaked man from before. His white mask and gloves glistened, standing out brightly. He leaned close to Ken, cupping his face, pulling him into a gentle kiss. Ken whimpered slightly, trying to pull away, only to have hands tightly grip his arms. He yelped slightly from the pain in his arms only to be pushed onto his back, pinned down with his wrists above his head. With fear in his eyes, Ken turned his head away, only to see a blue rose beside him. He then felt nothing pinning him down. He looked up, seeing only darkness. The man was completely gone. Ken was only staring at the darkness of his room now. He carefully sat up, rubbing his tender arms. The man was nowhere in sight, as if he melded into the darkness. Ken was slightly shaken but glad it was just a kiss and nothing further. He held the rose to his bare chest, sighing. His breathing wavered slightly. Lying down, he closed his eyes. His lips parted slightly to kiss the beautiful rose before he drifted into a long wanted sleep.

xxxxxxxKen awoke to the sound of someone calling his name. He lazily opened his eyes, seeing a worried Kiwamu with the door to the courtyard wide open. Yawning, he sat up, propping himself on his hands, brushing black hair from his face. His skirt hung low, out of sight under the covers. He noticed it was high noon already and looked to Kiwamu, apologizing. Kiwamu sighed, relieved the prince was alright. He blushed faintly as he noticed Ken was apparently wearing nothing under the covers. Ken looked to the vampire, a little confused. He pulled away the covers and stepped out of bed, walking to his chest of drawers. He took a new corset, blouse, and skirt from it, setting them aside. Ken slid off his skirt, letting it fall to his feet, not really caring if Kiwamu were there or not. Kiwamu looked away, blushing still, from his master's half naked form but gave a slight peek as Ken carefully tied on his blouse and corset. Ken turned to Kiwamu with a small smile, oblivious to his effect on his vampire friend. He laced up his high boots and stomped the ground gently, fitting them on more properly. Another smile placed itself on Ken's red lips as his blue eyes looked to Kiwamu. He gently took Kiwamu's hand and pulled him along. The vampire followed him willingly with a faint, unnoticeable smile on his lips. They walked through the halls as Ken's heels clicked loudly, echoing through while they chatted among themselves. Ken wore his second blue rose in his hair and Kiwamu couldn't stop glancing at it. Due to the prince sleeping in longer than usual, nightfall came much quicker. Heading back towards his room, Ken stopped and gave Kiwamu a friendly kiss on the cheek before brushing past him. Kiwamu smirked, touching his cheek. He walked in the opposite direction Ken was, melding into shadows.

xxxxxxxKen yawned quietly as he entered his room, shutting the door behind him. He looked up and turned to walked to his bed but gasped, jumping back. His back was against the door as he looked at the masked man, sitting on his window sill. His cape fluttered in the slight breeze and his mask and gloves glowed brighter than usual. He stepped down from the sill, staring directly to Ken. Fear held in the prince's eyes as the man approached him. He looked away, only to be forced back to look at the masked stranger whose white gloved hands cupped his face. The man leaned down to gently kiss Ken. Ken unwillingly kissed him back with a small tear that rolled down his cheek. The man pulled away, wiping his tear to ask what was wrong with a smug smirk. Ken stayed quiet for a few moments before admitting he was in love with someone. The man's smirk faded as he softly stroked the prince's face. His hands slid down Ken's arms and down to hold his hands for a moment before walking back. He released Ken's hands and jumped back off the spiralling stairs, fading into the darkness. Ken felt his heart pound. It hurt him slightly, actually. His held deep feelings for his friend, but this man, this stranger, affected him the same way. He couldn't just abandon his feelings for the vampire, though, and go with this man he barely knew. The prince slid down to sit on the floor and hugged his knees, hiding his face.

xxxxxxxOnce again, Ken woke to the sound of Kiwamu, but he was knocking frantically on his door in a panic. Ken quickly stood, smoothing his skirt, and opened the door. His eyes were heavy in confusion, sadness, and restlessness. Kiwamu cupped his face, stroking his cheek. Ken smiled sadly, touching the hands on his face. He shut the door slightly to leave and dress himself. He noticed a third blue rose by his vanity mirror. He choked out a sob. Kiwamu's pointed ears twitched, hearing the sad sound from Ken's throat. He looked down, thinking to himself. He gave a soft sigh, thinking of a plan.
Ken finished brushing his hair and getting dressed. He stepped out of the room, holding two of the three roses in his hand. He took Kiwamu's hand and led him to the courtyard quietly; being sure no sun would touch Kiwamu's skin. Ken sat quietly at the small table, tea was already prepared and waiting for them. He only assumed Kiwamu did this for him, so he thanked the vampire. Kiwamu nodded and waited patiently for Ken to take his sip fist. The prince had a look of subtle surprise as he tried the tea. Asking if it was different, Kiwamu shook his head. Ken ignored the sudden new taste, thinking it was probably just because he was still tired, as he took another drink. He was about to ask Kiwamu if he was alright, seeing as he did not take any drink at all but he suddenly felt light headed and very drowsy. His hands were weak and dropped the priceless cup as he fell unconscious into Kiwamu's side. The vampire stood, picking him up carefully.

xxxxxxxKen awoke about a few hours later. He felt very groggy as he fluttered his eyes open. Gasping, he couldn't find strength to stand. He realized he was within a different mansion. He recognized it, but he was too dazed to remember whose it was. Looking down, he saw he was dressed differently as well. He blushed faintly, seeing his new attire was that of a gothique wedding dress. He also noticed the veil that was over his eyes. Looking up, he whimpered. The masked man was a few meters in front of him, dressed more elegantly in an aristocratic guise, but he still wore his white gloves, mask, and the hat which obscured his face from most view. He reached out to Ken, stepping towards him. Ken, surprising himself, gained the strength to take his hand and be pulled to stand. He was pulled closer to the man as his gloved hand touched his hip. His other hand was laced with Ken's, reaching out together. Haunting music began to play from an organ and violin, out of sight from them. Ken blushed as he was pulled into a waltz, dancing quickly, twirling with the romantic stranger. Ken felt light as he danced with this man who's face he didn't even know. As they slowed into a stop, the man pulled Ken into a tight embrace before kneeling, kissing his hand. Ken blushed softly and reached out his hand to grasp the mask. He gasped as the man's hand snapped onto his wrist, pulling it from the white mask. He held two fingers to his lips, smirking. From his coat, he handed the prince a small key before standing, covering Ken's eyes and dipping him back. Ken immediately passed out for unknown reason.

xxxxxxxKen fluttered open his eyes as it was late evening, almost night. He was back in his room, he noticed. He sat up on his bed, holding the key. He was still dressed up, but the veil was gone. He knew he didn't dream now. He stood carefully and walked to a drawer by his Vanity, opening it to reveal a violin case. He never was able to find the key. It was a gift from Kiwamu, which he lost the key as a child. He bit his lip, hoping Kiwamu wasn't this man and yet... Part of him wished Kiwamu was the man in the mask. He opened the case, revealing it. He sighed as it as just the violin. He sat onto his bed and lay back down, sighing. He was upset to think Kiwamu wasn't the man, but also relieved. Suddenly, he felt lips pressing against his. He gasped and tried to sit up, only to have both his wrists pinned. The man under the mask was straddling his legs, pinning him down. The window and doors were shut, keeping out light. Using his free hand, the man pulled off his guise, revealing the single eyed Kiwamu. Platinum hair fell over his left eye as he leaned close to kiss the prince. He pulled away to show him all three blue roses, and an extra fourth one. Ken trembled slightly and closed his eyes. His lips quivered slightly but he opened his eyes, looking at the vampire whose expression kept stoic. Just as Kiwamu was to lean down as steal another kiss, the prince whispered to him. Kiwamu gave a slight look of surprise but smiled softly, kissing the prince's lips and releasing his wrists. Ken immediately wrapped his arms around the vampire. As they pulled away, blue spheres met as Ken submitted to the vampire for the night.


"...Make me Yours..."