♢ Kiss Me Sweet 《Tokyo Ghoul/Vampire Knight》 ♢

5: The Meeting

Sometimes you must Fall,

Hurt in order to Know,

Fall in order to Grow,

Lose in order to Gain,

Because life's greatest lessons

are learned through...

...

...

Pain

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꧁Amon's POV

Meet me at the place where there are a million stories, but it cannot tell them unless you read them.

Then we'll talk.

ALONE.
~M
P.S. I'll even give you a hint. It's in the 20th Ward. Hope to see you there.

Reading the note she left me, I quickly folded it up and placed it into my pocket for further investigation. As of right now, my duty is to exterminate ghouls, but this girl isn't exactly a ghoul right? Her eyes were blood red, yes, but they lacked the killing intent that normal ghouls have. In fact, her eyes were just plain cold. I could see no bloodlust at all in them.

'Cold...

Just like the snow. '

'Except no matter how cold it is, you still want to reach out and touch that delicate and enchanting snowflake.'

'Wait! What am I thinking!? I'm acting like some crazy hormonal teenager. This isn't like me. To blush so easily and actually want to meet up with this girl. It's just not me.'

'Okay. Get your mind back on track Amon.'

'Could she be a ghoul variant? Or is she something else entirely? I'll hold off on my weekly report of the investigation on the Rabbit for now.'

With that in mind, Amon resumed his daily duties as an investigator. Little did he know that his life would get so much more complicated than he could ever mention.

...

'A million stories, huh? Who gives a riddle to someone that just pointed a weapon at them?'

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꧁3rd Person POV (a few days later)

A simple yet peaceful melody could be heard playing in the library. The sound of the keys of the piano vibrated throughout the instrument, producing beautiful but tragic tunes. A steady beat and an angelic accent voiced the sense of loss and reminiscence of good times. Loss of innocence and purity of that of a child. The good times when everything was perfect- full of happiness and life.

Although no words were exchanged as passersbys paused to take in the tune the instrument was able to bring about, they acknowledged the talent and wondered what extent of adversity the girl must have faced to be able to produce such sadness. Or perhaps they paused rather to stare in awe of the girl who was able to make the music come alive.

Her hands glided through the keys with practiced elegance and expertise, her face reflecting her melancholic melody in a sea of memories. Her eyes, deep and rich in the color brown, appeared half lidded without a grasp on reality...

Even though no one could understand the pain and hardship in her eyes, they could somehow relate to her on a miniscule scale. Such was the power of a musician and artist. To affect those around them on an emotional level without the need of words.

But in actuality, her plan was following along rather smoothly. Her content smile at noticing the crowd she was able to draw up and the specific individual that came to visit her in her afternoon session in the library could easily be mistaken for sentimental value. Her charm from her vampire blood never failed to amaze, even herself.

Her playing slowly came to a finish with dramatic and accented endnote.

"I see that you were able to solve my riddle," she stated, still not looking at the individual standing at her side to the right. She could sense that he came unarmed and dressed differently, more formal and less battle ready. Interesting.

She, too, was dressed in her uniform from her old school, Cross Academy. Wearing the signature attire of a night class student consisting of a black and white buttoned-down blazer atop a black blouse and matching skirt. There was no mistaking it. She was a beauty complimented not only by her good looks, but also her choice of attire. If there was a theme to the outfit, it would be a blood red rose.

A site to behold and each thorn, adding another layer to her complexity.

"It was tolerable. Now that I've solved your riddle, you must answer my question. Who are you?" he questioned seriously, not even taking a moment for polite formalities.

"My name is..." her voice faded to a whisper, standing up, she made her way to Amon, face to face. Her bangs covering her eyes, she leaned forward pulling his tie towards her to reach his ear and whispered,

"Miyako." Like a siren, her soft words sent shivers up Amon's spine. Immediately unsettling him more than he already was.

Taking a seat on the cushioned seat by the bookshelf, Miyako beckoned Amon to have a seat in front of her. Cautious as ever, Amon seated himself before asking, "why have you called me here? I don't remember your kind ever being so civil."

"Assuming that your assumption of me is that I'm a ghoul, then you are undeniably mistaken." came her reply. "I can see that you came alone like my message told you too. Hehe. I knew you were the one I could put my trust in." she continued with a content smile. "It's hard to come by people like you. Keep in mind that I don't give my trust to anyone on a whim."

"Then what are you?" he pursued.

"Always eager and right to the point, I see." she retorted in observation. Relaxing onto the cushion, Miyako brought her hand to prop her head on like this was an simple, everyday meeting. A bored look turning into a satisfied expression.

"I can't say that I hate that about you."

꧁Amon's POV

Keeping her eye contact with me, Miyako asked, "have you ever chased a dream that was said to be impossible? Absurd, even?"

"I suppose." I replied, thinking about the times when my comrades warned me about the possible consequences of my chosen profession.

"Then hit rock bottom before realising that the dream you chased was unattainable? A happiness not destined for you?"

"Peaceful and trivial conversation" she continued. "Having the pleasure of being both happy and sad over petty matters. Even crying over concerns not worth bothering with in the first place."

"I can't say that I've experienced that kind of darkness... However, I do what I can to keep others from finding themselves in that path," I reply with no hesitation.

She took a few moments before replying to my statement. Her eyes narrowing in a manner that made me second-guess myself slightly.

'Have I said something wrong? But what could be wrong about this just path I've taken?' I thought questioning myself.

"I, for one, am too sullied to live such a peaceful life. One of ignorance that is. Or live a life of solely pure intentions" she paused, thinking over her next words, it seemed.

'Too sullied?' so even she has a few regrets.

Deeming it suitable to be mentioned, she added, "For I am someone who lives a life of darkness, but hungers for the light."

...

...

...

"A vampire."

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꧁A/N: So what do ya think? How will Amon react? What does Miyako have up her sleeve to even go to the extent of admitting that she is a vampire- a race from children's bedtime stories? Find out in the next chapter! Stay tuned and comment! And if anyone can maybe tell others of my story so that I can get more feedback? That'd be great! Thanks!!