Alone. Again.

Not that Rurutie minded it, but to be honest, she was supposed to go to the botanical garden with her second eldest brother. They planned to take a walk around the garden while thinking of a gift for their eldest brother's upcoming birthday, but an unexpected event ruined their plan.

All of a sudden, someone called her brother. He said it was a client who wanted to talk about something extremely important, and then asked Rurutie to go to the garden alone. He promised he would catch her up as soon as he finished his business, but an hour has passed and he was nowhere to be seen. Yet.

I don't want to be suspicious, but, I wonder if this 'client' is actually one of those females who would do anything to be famous... Never actually know any of them, but I heard Kiuru talked about them quite a few times already, I think.

Rurutie sighed and looked towards the midnight sky for a moment. She had tried to contact her brother a few minutes ago, but her text messages didn't get any reply yet, and her calls were unanswered. Geez. What was he doing right now, I wonder? Don't tell me he ended up 'having fun' with a random girl.

"Stupid Kiuru."

The vampire girl muttered a curse under her breath and continued her stroll around the garden. Letting out another deep sigh, Rurutie looked around. She could see the green grass, as well as some blossoming plants, illuminated beautifully by the moonlight. She could also see some bugs flying around—for a moment, the vampire smiled a little before returning to her usual, almost stoic face when she saw another girl walking nearby.

"Oh, dear. I never thought I'd see someone else around at this hour," muttered the dark-haired vampire as she passed the other girl.

If the other girl was a creature of the night, Rurutie would not be so surprised to saw her. But the raven-haired girl was nothing more than a human, and normally people would be sound asleep in their home around the time, so the vampire couldn't help but wondered about what she was doing. Rurutie did not bother to ask her, though, because: one, she was not someone who like to stick their nose in someone else's business; two, the girl seemed like she was on her way home; and three, Rurutie did not feel like talking to someone else at all. Not with this kind of mood.

The dark-haired vampire continued walking, her mind occupied with thoughts. About what the perfect gift for her eldest brother would be, what was her second eldest brother was doing at the moment, was he really doing business or was he ended up having fun with some random girls—no, she was not jealous or something. It just bothered her whenever Kiuru went out because sometimes he came home with such an intense woman's scent. It did not matter if he was just feeding on them, but the scent usually indicated that they were doing something else... Kiuru's lack of self-control is worrying, really. I really wonder if they are that kind of people he talk about every now and then.

All of sudden, Rurutie heard a noise coming from somewhere. At first she did not want to be concerned, but it was like a sound of someone hitting the ground, so she turned around to check what was actually happening. Apparently the girl she passed by not so long ago had fallen from the small stairs—Rurutie sighed as she walked up to the girl and asked, "Are you okay, I wonder?"

Even though she did not seem like it, nor her voice did not sound like it, Rurutie was concerned. A little bit. Just. A. Little. Bit.

"Oh, good to—huh?"

The dark-haired vampire tilted her head a little bit when she heard the human girl's answer. "Gravity—challenged?" In only a few seconds Rurutie shifted from being slightly concerned to slightly irritated. "Gravity challenged—you said?" She repeated the raven-haired human words once again. "You bloody fool. You—"

Tch. Silly human. Gravity challenged, huh? What a joke.

The vampire did not know how exactly it was happened, but she believed that the other girl was being a total klutz who did not really pay attention to where she walked so she fallen down from the stairs. Stupid. The cornflower blue-eyed girl sighed as the other girl dusted herself off, a quick glance informed her that the raven-haired had scraped her knee. It didn't look that bad, but the raven-haired girl said that it was going to be hurt for a while.

Without any question, Rurutie squatted to see how bad the human girl wounded herself actually. It wasn't that bad, indeed. When she touched the girl's knee, her finger only picked a small amount of blood. Other than that, the raven-haired girl only broke her skin—but that was the reason why it would hurt for a while. It was a common knowledge that shallow wound didn't mean it would hurt less than deep cut—both would be hurt of course, but sometimes shallow ones could be more painful especially when one got it on a particularly sensitive area of their body. Either way, the wound should be treated—

The young vampire instinctively licked her finger that touched the raven-haired girl's wound and frowned momentarily. S-sweet... However, her expression quickly returned to its default state as she looked up at the other girl and spoke, "Can you sit down for a while, I wonder? I'll treat your wound, I think."

Rurutie sighed when the human girl said that it was better to make a dumb joke than to sit on the ground sobbing about her wounds. "There's nothing wrong with crying if there's a good reason for it, I think," was the vampire's answer when the girl asked her whether if she would rather see her joking or sobbing like a baby. It was not that Rurutie could not appreciate jokes, but for her the raven-haired's joke was not funny at all. And, no, it was not like Rurutie would enjoy seeing someone crying because she wounded herself. But if crying could make someone feel a little bit better, then why not? Although, admittedly, more often than not Rurutie herself tried her best not to cry in front of others. Most of the time she would endure it until she found a quiet, safe place to cry.

Makes me wonder if this girl's trying her best not to cry because I'm here...

"I'm pretty sure, I think," said Rurutie when the girl asked whether if she was sure about asking the raven-haired girl to sit down and treat her wound. When the girl said that it was merely a scrape and that she was alright, the vampire asked in return, "It's just a scrape, doesn't bleed much, yes, but is it really okay to left it untreated at all, I wonder? I wouldn't be pushy if you feel you're totally alright with the wound, though—I guess."

The dark-haired vampire wondered why the girl thought a scrape was nothing to be worried about. Sure, it did not look that bad and probably would heal itself in a matter of days, but would not it be better to at least clean and disinfect the wound? Well, admittedly, the vampire was a little bit tempted by the scent of the girl's blood. Good thing she was not feeling particularly ravenous today, that sugary sweet blood was not her favorite, and that she had pretty decent self-control. Otherwise she would just hold the girl firmly by her legs and lick her wounds clean even if only a very small amount of blood coming out from there.

Anyway... Did she noticed what I did earlier?

The young vampire gave out a deep sigh when the other girl said that she didn't want to cry over something trivial because she tripped herself quite often. "I see," Rurutie muttered, silently wondering how often such a thing actually happened to the human girl. And if it's that often, I wonder, just how clumsy she is?

Rurutie gave out another sigh when the raven-haired girl chuckled as a response to her question about leaving her scrape untreated. The girl said that she would be fine since it happened quite often when she was not paying attention—Rurutie could not help but quietly said, "What a klutz," and sighed again.

The dark-haired vampire did not respond to the other girl's joke about toughened skin despite the fact that it was still not funny, as her mind suddenly wondered about the latter's way of thinking. Alright, maybe it was just her who was being worried—and admittedly, slightly tempted—but, really, was the raven-haired that okay with letting her scrape untreated? Or, did she noticed how Rurutie looked at her scrape, touched it, and sampled the very small amount of blood that came out?

She kept silent for a while until the raven-haired girl's voice came from seemingly nowhere, asking whether if Rurutie is okay, since to her she looked as if she dazed out a little. Eh? Did I?

"Uh, I'm okay—I guess," the vampire responded as she blinked. "W-well, if you really are fine with that scrape untreated, then I will leave you be, I guess," she added a moment later as she stood up from the ground.

"Next time be careful and pay good attention to your surroundings. You'll never know when you'll get something worse than a scrape when you fall, I think."

The raven-haired human girl thanked Rurutie for her concern. Admittedly, the young vampire was not that concerned. Just a little bit, perhaps. And a little bit tempted as well. However, that did not stop her from giving the human an advice that could be useful. Even though I’m not sure if we will ever meet again someday, I definitely wouldn’t like to see her being a total klutz again. Wait, why do I care?

“No need to thank me,” said Rurutie in a rather flat tone. The other girl’s sentence was kind of unfinished, as if she wanted to mention or probably ask Rurutie’s name—ah, yes, they had not introduced themselves before. But before the cornflower blue-eyed vampire could say anything else, the raven-haired responded to her advice to be careful, saying that she could not promise Rurutie but she would at least try to pay attention to her surroundings.

Well, I don’t need promises, honestly, but—

“That is good enough, I guess,” responded Rurutie, her voice was kind of soft yet still monotonous at the moment. “At least you will try, that’s what counts, I think.”

A tiny smile formed on Rurutie’s lips. Really, if the raven-haired girl is going to try and be more careful after this, then it would be good enough. Now, since the human girl is alright—according to herself at least—perhaps it would be fine if Rurutie excused herself and continue her stroll. No, she was not going to wait for her brother anymore—at this point she did not care about his whereabouts and/or what he was doing. She just wanted to walk around for a while and then go home. As simple as that.

“Well then.” The young vampire spoke again before she turned away. “I shall be going now, I think. Take care and farewell—”

Rurutie was already walking away a few steps when the other girl called out to her. The young vampire stopped and looked back at the raven-haired girl with a questioning look in her eyes. The girl asked whether if she could get her name—oh, right, Rurutie just remembered that they did not know each other’s name—they had never mentioned about them at all. Though, to be fair, the vampire with cornflower blue eyes could not care less if she did not get the other girl’s name at all. It’s not that important, honestly.

“Yunneth.” The vampire girl repeated the other girl’s name with a low voice. “The name is Miyazawa, Rurutie—Rurutie is enough, I think.” A moment after that she let out a sigh and said, “I did tell you that there’s no need to thank me, right?”

No, it was not that Rurutie did not appreciate the girl’s thank or something. She was just feeling a little bit—oh, to be honest she did not know how to properly explain how she felt except for the fact that she thought it was not really necessary to thank her. I was not that concerned—perhaps ‘strange’ is the best way to summarize this feeling.

“Well then,” she spoke again as she turned her back again and excused herself for the second time, “Farewell, Yunneth. Take care of yourself.”

A few steps, before the young vampire stopped for a second and tilted her head a little bit to glance at Yunneth. “Try not to fall too often, perhaps?”

There was a tiny smile on Rurutie’s face before she continued to be on her way. The night was just beginning for her, so she might continue to take a stroll around the botanical garden for a few hours more. No, don’t talk about her second eldest brother—she’s still trying to forget him for the time being.