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“Welcome to Ru Paul’s Drag Race, and may the best woman, win!”
“God, I love her.” I stated dreamily from my cocoon of blankets.
“I know. You’ve said this five times now.” Akane laughed shortly from her place on the recliner.
“And every single time, I mean it more and more.” I clarified, groaning as I got up to check on the chicken nuggets. They were still cooking cheerfully, or as cheerfully as one chicken nugget can be while being essentially burned alive. Poor chicken nuggets. However, I felt no sorrow for this atrocity.
Akane and I were watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race, which is our favourite show. What can I say? We’re both suckers for good makeup and drama. It was sort of our new thing to bond over on these lonely friday nights. I peered at the TV screen from my stance by the oven, watching the way the drag queens set out to try and please Ru with their performances. If I were being a hundred percent honest, I would say that it was a secret dream of mine to one day try drag for real and compete against other drag queens for the crown.
Sadly, I’m a dirty sinner and would never admit it.
Anyway.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out, glancing at the screen.
Asura:
Have you burnt the children yet
“Dumbass.” I muttered, snickering to myself. By ‘children’, Asura meant the chicken nuggets. Though how he knew I was cooking chicken nuggets was beyond me. It was one of our inside jokes.
Me:
Yes honey they’re having a grand ol time in the oven rn
Ah, Asura. Him and I have been texting back and forth, making inside jokes and flirting. I wasn’t really sure what we were. I had a feeling he had a crush on me, but I wasn’t entirely certain what I felt for him. Every time I thought about a possible relationship with Asura, I found myself ending up daydreaming about Mika. What it would be like to hold Mika’s cold, cold hand, to kiss his soft lips, to-
I blushed at my trail of thought. See? Even with Asura on the other end, I still think about Mika. The more I thought about Asura, the more I thought about Mika. That mysterious blonde. That gorgeous, mysterious blonde. I realised that when I looked at Asura, I was seeing someone else. That...wasn’t right.
I shook my head, sighing. I was just a little too hopeless, wasn’t I? Me, the most average looking guy, wanting to try to get together with a god like him? Was I crazy? Yeah, probably. I mean, I know there’s that whole ‘looks shouldn’t matter’ thing when it comes to love, but when your crush just so happens to be perfect at everything, how can you not feel insignificant?
Crush.
Did I really think that?
I was making a huge mistake. And I definitely knew it. Did that stop me at all?
Nope.
I knew right then and there that I, Yuuichiro Amane, liked Mikaela Hiiragi.
But there was something so off about him. Why would he let me call him dangerous? Why does he speak in riddles, as if trying to guard a huge secret? What am I missing out on?
My mind started running at the speed of light, fitting all the pieces together.
“You’re dangerous.” I guessed.
His hands were so cold.
“You think I lifted a van off of you?” Mikaela asked incredulously.
-sounded like a perfectly delivered line from a skilled actor-
“In any way that I see it, you end up hurting someone.” Shinoa singsonged.
“I think, as long as I’m damned anyway, I might as well do it thoroughly.”
“And what are these, ‘cold ones’?”
Asura looked at me, amused, “Your people might call them-”
“Vampires.” I whispered in horror.
I dropped my phone.
This was impossible. This was so unrealistic. This could not be. It simply could not be.
“Did you say something, honey?” Akane called over her shoulder.
My voice trembled, “No. Nothing. I’m gonna go upstairs, head in for the night, y’know?”
She hummed in an answer, but I was already up the stairs.
I had to find out if this could even be real. I had to find out if I was in love with a-
I couldn’t even think the word.
“C’mon, c’mon.” I tsked as the desktop wheezed to life. I knew I could just use my phone, but I wasn’t really thinking in the right places. I tapped my fingers impatiently on the desk while the computer loaded up. I clicked exactly seven times on Google Chrome, my hands shaking as I closed six tabs. Focus, focus. I had to keep calm.
Google asked me what I’d like to search.
One key at a time, I typed the word in.
Vampire.
Up came 230,000,000 results.
I laughed out loud at the absurdity of it all. And how was I supposed to look through that many results and find the answer for what Mika was? I clicked on the first site that came up, the fear dying down.
Wikipedia told me exactly what a vampire was: an undead being that fed on a life source, more commonly told in stories as blood. Thanks, Wikihow, for showing me exactly how to give my life to becoming a vampire. Awesome.
“Fucking bogus.” I snapped, exiting out of the unhelpful page. I clicked on another, more promising page. This one spoke of different types of vampires, ranging from Italian, powerful families of vampires, to the ones that were only half-vampire, called Dhampirs, who possessed most vampiric qualities but still were fatally human. The descriptions for the vampires, however, were all the same: ice cold temperature, inhuman beauty, unstoppable speed and strength, alarming intellect, and above all, their need for blood.
The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Mika was gorgeous not in the way he looked like everyone else, but the way that his face held an old, ancient, angelic beauty. Mika even spoke not so much with an accent, but the way his words were phrased sometimes hinted at an earlier century. Mika lifted a van off of me, there were clear dents in the other fucking car, for Pete’s sake. Hell, if he hadn’t saved me, I’d’ve been that dent in Chess’s car.
Mika wasn’t there the day that we did blood typing.
“Oh my god.” I gasped.
It all made sense.
And all at once, it didn’t matter.
I shut off the computer’s main power drive, not bothering to shut it off properly. I stayed sitting in the dark, on the chair even after the computer zipped off. I could only think about one thing.
There were about three things I was absolutely positive.
First, Mikaela was a vampire.
Second, there was a part of him-and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be-that possibly thirsted for my blood.
Third?
I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.