Fan Fiction ❯ For the Love of a Vampire ❯ What's A Baka? ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Hotaru-kun 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Romance / Horror / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.15.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 194 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Comedy / Romance / Horror / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.15.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 194 | Status: Completed
Yay! Here's the second chapter!
Kat: Just shut up and get on with the chapter!
Kit: Well, first off...Kat wrote this chapter, and I wrote the prologue.
Kat: I wrote this one! (does little dance)
Kit: (sweatdrop). You is pathetic.
Kat: And you don't use proper grammar.
For the Love of a Vampire
Chapter One: What's a baka?
Ah, the sounds of morning! The birds chirping... the wind blowing through the trees... Mr. Weasley tripping on one of Fred and George's old experimental pieces of taffy and falling down the stairs... yep, it was a normal morning in the Burrow.
"Good morning!" Came Mrs. Weasley's cheerful voice from downstairs.
"Morning, Mum," mumbled Ron as he sleepily padded down the stairs.
"So, is the lazy bones finally up?" Ginny asked from her place at the kitchen table.
"Oh shut up, Ginny," Ron said, scowling irritably. "It's too early in the morning for that."
"It's ten!"
"Hush, dears," Mrs. Weasley interrupted the imminent quarrel. "Where's Harry this morning? Breakfast should be ready soon."
"He made it as far as the couch, then he crashed again," Ron replied, a grin adorning his tired face. Harry had been staying with them during the summer, and had never been much of a morning person.
"Oh, the poor dear. Well, I'll just tell him the news later."
"Huh? News? What news?" Ron asked articulately.
"Don't you remember the foreign exchange program Hogwarts is trying this year?"
"Yeah. But what does that have to do with us?"
"Well, I volunteered to host the new student until school started next week!" Mrs. Weasley answered with a beaming smile.
"Cool! A foreigner!" Ron exclaimed, all traces of fatigue suddenly vanishing from his face.
"He should be arriving via flue powder very soon."
Then, a flash a green light and a loud yelp echoed from the living room.
"That must be him now," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling. She, Ron, and Ginny all ventured toward the source of the sound to see their visitor...
Harry was somewhere in between sleep and wakefulness. The dim voices in the kitchen resounded in his ears, but the words did not register in his tired brain. That, combined with the fact that a spring in the couch was pressing uncomfortably against his spine, kept him from falling completely into dreamland.
He was just about to make it into the restful blackness, when he heard a startled yelp and a weight land on his chest. He groaned and grabbed for his glasses to take a look at the offending object and his eyes met a mass of what looked like black hair. The 'object' shifted and suddenly he was staring into a pair of slightly dazed amethyst eyes.
The violet orbs widened in surprise for a moment, and the body they were attached to jumped onto the overhanging light fixture screaming something like, "Gomennesai!"
After reorienting himself, Harry sat up and stared at the black-clad figure clinging to the chandelier. "What the bloody hell?"
"Hey, that's my line, Harry!" came Ron's voice from the doorway as he walked in, followed closely by Mrs. Weasley and Ginny.
"It's okay, dear!" Mrs. Weasley said to the hanging figure. "You can come down!"
The person nodded nervously and dropped to the floor.
"The exchange student's a girl?!" Ron exclaimed, and indeed she was.
Her midnight hair was in a bun held together with what looked like black and silver chopsticks. The only loose hair fell in front of her ears in two long locks.
Her outfit consisted of... well... basically it was leather- black leather. Her top was strapless and had a silver cat with wings embroidered on it, and her pants were formfitting. A pair of black, lace-up boots completed her ensemble. All the black contrasted sharply with her abnormally white skin, as if she had intended to bring attention to her paleness.
She was petite, and slightly built, but not so figureless that the effect of the tight-fitting leather was completely wasted.
Harry's gaze was once again brought to her purple eyes; they were beautiful, just like the rest of her make no mistake, but there was something different about them, not just the color. They say that eyes were windows to the soul, but her eyes seemed to lead to a wall, with no way to tell what she was really thinking. She'd be prettier if she smiled though...
Harry was unaware that he was staring until she gave a slight cough and raised a delicately arched eyebrow. "Nani?" she said, cocking her head cutely.
Harry's cheeks immediately colored, but the others were too busy staring at the newcomer to notice his awkwardness.
"Doesn't she speak English? Do- you- understand- me?" Ron asked her, pausing after every word as if he was talking to a two-year-old.
Her raised eyebrow twitched as Ron clumsily tried to talk to her.
"I speak English, you moron," she said dryly.
"Oh," Ron replied, embarrassed.
Harry put a hand over his mouth in an attempt to suppress the snickers that were threatening to come out. Ron glared at him.
"You must be the foreign exchange student!" Mrs. Weasley's voice broke through the awkward silence.
The girl turned to Mrs. Weasley and bowed. "My name is Minako Yami of Japan. It's very nice to meet you." She then straightened with a small smile. "I take it you are Weasley-sama?"
"Uh, yes I suppose so."
She then turned to Ron. "And your name is?"
"Uh, it's Ron. Ron Weasley," he replied, stuttering. He gestured towards Ginny and Harry. "This is Ginny, and my friend Harry. Harry Potter."
Harry half expected her to immediately ask to see his scar or gasp and cry, "Are you the 'Boy Who Lived'?!" or something like that. Instead she simply bowed politely again and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ron-san, Ginny-san, Potter-san."
"Why don't you go on upstairs and freshen up?" Mrs. Weasley offered. "Harry, would you be a dear and carry up her trunk for her? She'll be sleeping in Fred and George's old room."
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," Harry answered. He grabbed Minako's large, black trunk and duffle bag and followed the mysterious girl up the stairs...
Minako sighed dejectedly, earning a curious look from the Potter boy. Luckily, he didn't ask any questions. She didn't feel like talking.
"Um, here's were you'll be staying, Minako," Potter said rather awkwardly.
Minako looked around the room. It was rather dingy and cramped, but in a homey kinda way. It was much better than some places she'd had to stay in.
"Arigatou, Potter-san," she replied softly. At his confused look, she elaborated, "Thank you."
"Oh. Do you need any help unpacking?" he offered.
"No thank you. I'll manage."
After Potter left, Minako flopped on the bed, wincing as a spring dug into her back. Oh how she wished she didn't have to go back to Hogwarts! Ever since Zachary- she cut that thought off right there. He was dead, and no amount of blubbering was ever going to change that.
She sighed sadly. There were times she missed Zack so much. Seeing the Potter boy had brought back such painful memories. It was amazing how much they looked alike, despite the hundreds of years separating them. The same messy, raven-black hair, the same mischievous emerald eyes, the same sense of comfort and fun around him- she cut off that train of thought too.
She couldn't afford to start thinking like that again. She was a predator, and sentimentality was something that could get her killed. Caring for someone was the quickest way to get killed in her world. Besides, she didn't want to be responsible for the death of another Potter.
It wasn't until she heard Weasley-sama's voice calling for dinner that she realized just how long she had been lying there thinking. She sighed again and headed downstairs to pretend to eat ningen food...
Harry looked up as Minako walked down the stairs. He couldn't place it, but her amethyst eyes seemed depressed at seeing him. He wondered if he had done something to offend her.
"So glad you could join us dear," Mrs. Weasley said warmly. "Come, come sit down! Next to Harry, that's a dear."
Without a word, Minako pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"No thank you, Weasley-sama," she answered quietly, showing her a small pouch of something she had brought downstairs. "I have my own." And with that she began sipping on it like it was a Capri Sun.
"So," Harry said, attempting to start a conversation, "What year are you in, third?"
Minako's eyes went wide and she began choking on her drink. She finally managed to swallow and stare disbelievingly at him.
"I'm starting my sixth year, thank you, Potter-san," she answered, rather coldly.
"Oh," he replied, embarrassed. "I just gathered from your height that you were just thirteen. I apologize."
"I just turned sixteen last week, baka."
Harry had no clue what a 'baka' was, but it didn't sound like a compliment.
"Look, I said I was sorry, and you bite my head off! What do you have against everyone?!"
Her eyes narrowed in fury, in the first real show of emotion she had shown since she had come up.
"I don't have anything against anyone, Potter-san. It's everyone that seems to have something against me," she spat, almost bitterly. For a moment, Harry thought he could see a true part of her soul. Through her suddenly angry eyes, he saw bitterness, rage, loathing, pain, and something that cut him to the bone... loss. Then her eyes became hard again, and the ice wall behind her eyes was back up.
"I apologize for losing my temper, Potter-san," she answered coolly. "I must suffering from fatigue and it's made me short-tempered. I think I shall turn in early, if you don't mind, Weasley-sama."
"O- of course, dear. You must be tired," Mrs. Weasley answered, recovering from her shock at Minako's outburst.
"Again, I apologize for my inappropriate and impolite outburst. Good evening everyone." And with that, Minako walked back up the stairs, still sipping that weird drink.
"I think you should apologize, too Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, her eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter at Harry's gaping mouth. "I believe you made her mad." Oh the queen of understatement.
"Yes, ma'am," Harry answered, still in shock at what he had seen.
"Aren't you smooth with the ladies, Harry?" Ron said teasingly.
"Oh, bugger off, Ron," Harry answered irritably. He was going to find out more about Minako, whether she like it or not.
Later, Harry walked up to Minako's temporary room and knocked politely.
"Nani?" came the voice from inside.
"Um, it's Harry. I need to talk to you!"
He could hear her hesitation, and said hurriedly, "I came to apologize."
"Okay. Come in."
The old door squeaked as he swung it open.
"Hey, I'm sorry about downstairs," Harry said sheepishly as he shut the door.
"It's alright. My behavior was absolutely deplorable, and I am truly sorry, Potter-san."
Harry smiled wryly. "No. I started it. I shouldn't have been such a blockhead. I think we got off on the wrong start."
Her nod gave him more courage, so he continued, "I would like to be your friend, Minako."
She gave him a small smile and said, "I'd like that, Potter-san."
He felt a similar expression on his own face at her agreement. He got up to leave, but stopped in the doorway. "One more thing..."
"Yes?"
"What's a 'baka'?"
Kat: Just shut up and get on with the chapter!
Kit: Well, first off...Kat wrote this chapter, and I wrote the prologue.
Kat: I wrote this one! (does little dance)
Kit: (sweatdrop). You is pathetic.
Kat: And you don't use proper grammar.
For the Love of a Vampire
Chapter One: What's a baka?
Ah, the sounds of morning! The birds chirping... the wind blowing through the trees... Mr. Weasley tripping on one of Fred and George's old experimental pieces of taffy and falling down the stairs... yep, it was a normal morning in the Burrow.
"Good morning!" Came Mrs. Weasley's cheerful voice from downstairs.
"Morning, Mum," mumbled Ron as he sleepily padded down the stairs.
"So, is the lazy bones finally up?" Ginny asked from her place at the kitchen table.
"Oh shut up, Ginny," Ron said, scowling irritably. "It's too early in the morning for that."
"It's ten!"
"Hush, dears," Mrs. Weasley interrupted the imminent quarrel. "Where's Harry this morning? Breakfast should be ready soon."
"He made it as far as the couch, then he crashed again," Ron replied, a grin adorning his tired face. Harry had been staying with them during the summer, and had never been much of a morning person.
"Oh, the poor dear. Well, I'll just tell him the news later."
"Huh? News? What news?" Ron asked articulately.
"Don't you remember the foreign exchange program Hogwarts is trying this year?"
"Yeah. But what does that have to do with us?"
"Well, I volunteered to host the new student until school started next week!" Mrs. Weasley answered with a beaming smile.
"Cool! A foreigner!" Ron exclaimed, all traces of fatigue suddenly vanishing from his face.
"He should be arriving via flue powder very soon."
Then, a flash a green light and a loud yelp echoed from the living room.
"That must be him now," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling. She, Ron, and Ginny all ventured toward the source of the sound to see their visitor...
Harry was somewhere in between sleep and wakefulness. The dim voices in the kitchen resounded in his ears, but the words did not register in his tired brain. That, combined with the fact that a spring in the couch was pressing uncomfortably against his spine, kept him from falling completely into dreamland.
He was just about to make it into the restful blackness, when he heard a startled yelp and a weight land on his chest. He groaned and grabbed for his glasses to take a look at the offending object and his eyes met a mass of what looked like black hair. The 'object' shifted and suddenly he was staring into a pair of slightly dazed amethyst eyes.
The violet orbs widened in surprise for a moment, and the body they were attached to jumped onto the overhanging light fixture screaming something like, "Gomennesai!"
After reorienting himself, Harry sat up and stared at the black-clad figure clinging to the chandelier. "What the bloody hell?"
"Hey, that's my line, Harry!" came Ron's voice from the doorway as he walked in, followed closely by Mrs. Weasley and Ginny.
"It's okay, dear!" Mrs. Weasley said to the hanging figure. "You can come down!"
The person nodded nervously and dropped to the floor.
"The exchange student's a girl?!" Ron exclaimed, and indeed she was.
Her midnight hair was in a bun held together with what looked like black and silver chopsticks. The only loose hair fell in front of her ears in two long locks.
Her outfit consisted of... well... basically it was leather- black leather. Her top was strapless and had a silver cat with wings embroidered on it, and her pants were formfitting. A pair of black, lace-up boots completed her ensemble. All the black contrasted sharply with her abnormally white skin, as if she had intended to bring attention to her paleness.
She was petite, and slightly built, but not so figureless that the effect of the tight-fitting leather was completely wasted.
Harry's gaze was once again brought to her purple eyes; they were beautiful, just like the rest of her make no mistake, but there was something different about them, not just the color. They say that eyes were windows to the soul, but her eyes seemed to lead to a wall, with no way to tell what she was really thinking. She'd be prettier if she smiled though...
Harry was unaware that he was staring until she gave a slight cough and raised a delicately arched eyebrow. "Nani?" she said, cocking her head cutely.
Harry's cheeks immediately colored, but the others were too busy staring at the newcomer to notice his awkwardness.
"Doesn't she speak English? Do- you- understand- me?" Ron asked her, pausing after every word as if he was talking to a two-year-old.
Her raised eyebrow twitched as Ron clumsily tried to talk to her.
"I speak English, you moron," she said dryly.
"Oh," Ron replied, embarrassed.
Harry put a hand over his mouth in an attempt to suppress the snickers that were threatening to come out. Ron glared at him.
"You must be the foreign exchange student!" Mrs. Weasley's voice broke through the awkward silence.
The girl turned to Mrs. Weasley and bowed. "My name is Minako Yami of Japan. It's very nice to meet you." She then straightened with a small smile. "I take it you are Weasley-sama?"
"Uh, yes I suppose so."
She then turned to Ron. "And your name is?"
"Uh, it's Ron. Ron Weasley," he replied, stuttering. He gestured towards Ginny and Harry. "This is Ginny, and my friend Harry. Harry Potter."
Harry half expected her to immediately ask to see his scar or gasp and cry, "Are you the 'Boy Who Lived'?!" or something like that. Instead she simply bowed politely again and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ron-san, Ginny-san, Potter-san."
"Why don't you go on upstairs and freshen up?" Mrs. Weasley offered. "Harry, would you be a dear and carry up her trunk for her? She'll be sleeping in Fred and George's old room."
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley," Harry answered. He grabbed Minako's large, black trunk and duffle bag and followed the mysterious girl up the stairs...
Minako sighed dejectedly, earning a curious look from the Potter boy. Luckily, he didn't ask any questions. She didn't feel like talking.
"Um, here's were you'll be staying, Minako," Potter said rather awkwardly.
Minako looked around the room. It was rather dingy and cramped, but in a homey kinda way. It was much better than some places she'd had to stay in.
"Arigatou, Potter-san," she replied softly. At his confused look, she elaborated, "Thank you."
"Oh. Do you need any help unpacking?" he offered.
"No thank you. I'll manage."
After Potter left, Minako flopped on the bed, wincing as a spring dug into her back. Oh how she wished she didn't have to go back to Hogwarts! Ever since Zachary- she cut that thought off right there. He was dead, and no amount of blubbering was ever going to change that.
She sighed sadly. There were times she missed Zack so much. Seeing the Potter boy had brought back such painful memories. It was amazing how much they looked alike, despite the hundreds of years separating them. The same messy, raven-black hair, the same mischievous emerald eyes, the same sense of comfort and fun around him- she cut off that train of thought too.
She couldn't afford to start thinking like that again. She was a predator, and sentimentality was something that could get her killed. Caring for someone was the quickest way to get killed in her world. Besides, she didn't want to be responsible for the death of another Potter.
It wasn't until she heard Weasley-sama's voice calling for dinner that she realized just how long she had been lying there thinking. She sighed again and headed downstairs to pretend to eat ningen food...
Harry looked up as Minako walked down the stairs. He couldn't place it, but her amethyst eyes seemed depressed at seeing him. He wondered if he had done something to offend her.
"So glad you could join us dear," Mrs. Weasley said warmly. "Come, come sit down! Next to Harry, that's a dear."
Without a word, Minako pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"No thank you, Weasley-sama," she answered quietly, showing her a small pouch of something she had brought downstairs. "I have my own." And with that she began sipping on it like it was a Capri Sun.
"So," Harry said, attempting to start a conversation, "What year are you in, third?"
Minako's eyes went wide and she began choking on her drink. She finally managed to swallow and stare disbelievingly at him.
"I'm starting my sixth year, thank you, Potter-san," she answered, rather coldly.
"Oh," he replied, embarrassed. "I just gathered from your height that you were just thirteen. I apologize."
"I just turned sixteen last week, baka."
Harry had no clue what a 'baka' was, but it didn't sound like a compliment.
"Look, I said I was sorry, and you bite my head off! What do you have against everyone?!"
Her eyes narrowed in fury, in the first real show of emotion she had shown since she had come up.
"I don't have anything against anyone, Potter-san. It's everyone that seems to have something against me," she spat, almost bitterly. For a moment, Harry thought he could see a true part of her soul. Through her suddenly angry eyes, he saw bitterness, rage, loathing, pain, and something that cut him to the bone... loss. Then her eyes became hard again, and the ice wall behind her eyes was back up.
"I apologize for losing my temper, Potter-san," she answered coolly. "I must suffering from fatigue and it's made me short-tempered. I think I shall turn in early, if you don't mind, Weasley-sama."
"O- of course, dear. You must be tired," Mrs. Weasley answered, recovering from her shock at Minako's outburst.
"Again, I apologize for my inappropriate and impolite outburst. Good evening everyone." And with that, Minako walked back up the stairs, still sipping that weird drink.
"I think you should apologize, too Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, her eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter at Harry's gaping mouth. "I believe you made her mad." Oh the queen of understatement.
"Yes, ma'am," Harry answered, still in shock at what he had seen.
"Aren't you smooth with the ladies, Harry?" Ron said teasingly.
"Oh, bugger off, Ron," Harry answered irritably. He was going to find out more about Minako, whether she like it or not.
Later, Harry walked up to Minako's temporary room and knocked politely.
"Nani?" came the voice from inside.
"Um, it's Harry. I need to talk to you!"
He could hear her hesitation, and said hurriedly, "I came to apologize."
"Okay. Come in."
The old door squeaked as he swung it open.
"Hey, I'm sorry about downstairs," Harry said sheepishly as he shut the door.
"It's alright. My behavior was absolutely deplorable, and I am truly sorry, Potter-san."
Harry smiled wryly. "No. I started it. I shouldn't have been such a blockhead. I think we got off on the wrong start."
Her nod gave him more courage, so he continued, "I would like to be your friend, Minako."
She gave him a small smile and said, "I'd like that, Potter-san."
He felt a similar expression on his own face at her agreement. He got up to leave, but stopped in the doorway. "One more thing..."
"Yes?"
"What's a 'baka'?"