Moonlight Melody

Untitled Part 1

A soft and sad, almost haunting melody, dances gently and eloquently through the wind, as moonlight shines brightly down into the room, where a little boy of no more than ten plays immersed into the music as a melancholy and sad expression dons upon his soft and delicate, pretty, childlike features, as his fingers fly expertly across the keys in front of him.

Zero Kiriyu is blind and deaf to all but the piano and the music that flows so smoothly under his fingertips as he fully immerses himself in the Ill-fated and unwelcome memories, in which consume his every waking moment and thought, as it burns him.

It burns oh and how it burns these confused and incomplete memories that he is forced to bare.

In the back of his mind, he wonders which burns him more... the vampiric bite from which warm, thick life-giving liquid still leaks and flows from his wounded neck and that burns his veins as he changes, into what so many, for so many years have told him he should hate or the memories that oh so consume his every waking moment and has for so, so many years already.

Those thoughts are inconsequential though in the grand scheme of things he silently muses for in the end he is no more than a pawn, a knight in this game of chess that others have orchestrated and demanded he plays.

So, he plays, he plays the melody that haunts his entire being, every moment of every hour that he both loves and loathes in equal measure. A treasured and beautiful melody that so dominates and consumes and repeats in the incomplete memories that should not belong to him yet does and burns him oh so painfully.

Zero Kiriyu plays Moonlight Sonata long into the night and even as the morning rays of twilights dawn breaks through the morning horizon and even when he is discovered by people whose names he has already forgotten despite having seen them only days before.

Zero decides that he much prefers the vampiric bite, than this all-encompassing and consuming ever present agony that forever plays on repeat in this everlasting painful melody that burns him.

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Zero says nothing as the seal placed on him sears his flesh as the hunters try to stave off him becoming the level E vampire they oh so detest, he says nothing as the one he vaguely recalls as being his master in training to become a hunter, brings him to the doors of another with a little girl who looks nothing like him.

He says nothing as he is left in their cold, untrustworthy, though deceivingly warm and gentle hands and he says nothing as the days turn into weeks, while he holes up in the room the one named Cross, provided him.

He says nothing as the burning and painful incomplete memories that are but shouldn't be endlessly play, within his mind and soul as the melody he oh so adores and detests consumes him to the point he is deaf and numb to all else.

The first time Zero reacts to the one named Cross and his ward named Yuuki is when a vampire that looks oh so alike in looks to the little girl, Yuuki and ward of Cross, crosses the threshold of the cabin and into the dining room in which he and they sat eating a meal that he barely tastes or remembers the name of.

He does not attack, for he has no hatred for anything but the melody that burns his being and consumes his soul, instead, he stares as for a moment.... A brief and oh so precious but so, so unsatisfactory and cruel but blessed moment so inconsequential one might have never noticed.

For an, oh, so tragically blessed moment the soul-consuming melody and the painful, almost fatal, insanity-inducing burning memories that are but shouldn't be vanished completely.