Such a strange night indeed. The funny thing was he didn’t even feel the pain behind his head, only a matter of dizziness and head spinning back then. He didn’t feel awful although the knocking did curved a slightly swelling shape at the area he had banged. In addition to that, he actually had seen a weird vision in the middle of his being unconscious and was saved like an angel by the arms of a stranger.

No.

It was two people when Tatsuya corrected his count but he didn’t prefer the second one. The other man seemed too pushy, too easygoing and less gentle compared to the first one. The first guy was sexily daring, a bit playful though sometimes he couldn’t stand him but whenever Tatsuya gazed over his dark eyes, his heart, body and mind were swamped in a mixture of emotions he couldn’t describe about the man, just simply hard to predict and assume.

It wasn't so bad for the first day of his adventure in Paris. Perhaps, he began to enjoy this kind of unpredictable moments meeting new people to set up his mood for seeing a different world. Little did he agreed, he sensed something unusual was rippling around the air at the bar just now. Like a source of mysterious power was watching his moves, voicing out to him through whispers only his ears could hear and after split seconds it was long gone and disappeared. The echoed voice slowly faded from his head and returned to the nowhere he known of; his blurry vision of the tall dark haired creature with two sharp fangs dripped with blood shown on his teeth seemed to fade as well when awareness slowly crept back to his senses, and his feet was back on the ground.

Back to the reality.

“Oh God! He is so gorgeous! I knew they will look that. For heaven’s sake, I wish that I could meet him again…” Nakamaru plopped his body on the left bed which his best friend already taken the one located near the window; his hand crossed and beamed hard upon his chest, his face dipped in romance looking as if someone has taken his heart away.

Puzzlement took Tatsuya to burst out at the view once he finished tidied up his clothes to pyjamas and asked, “Who?”

“Vam-pi-re…” Nakamaru mouthed the words.

“There is no such thing as vampire. You’re just imagining it. Stop seeing things that do not exist, Nakamaru!”

“No, I really saw him! He was just right in front of you…” His friend snickered with his both hands picturing the scene.

“And who could that be?” Tatsuya asked, ever curious.

“The one who assist you to get up—“

“Ohh,” Tatsuya breathed, “the jerk one?”

“Why is it so hard to believe?” Nakamaru frowned because every time he brought up the issue, his friend would flare up like mad.

Tatsuya raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “I warn you. Not another word of it, else I would kick you out the room tonight! Lord, save your mercy!”

Nakamaru giggled and sing-song the ‘Vampire’ words as he went on to pick up the bet.

“You really never stop, huh?” Tatsuya threw a pair of medium size pillow but Nakamaru managed to catch them in time.

Tatsuya got himself a pack of ice bag and bent onto the swelling area. “How’s your head? Is that bad?” Nakamaru was sitting up, looking at his friend who was already lying down to sleep.

“I’m far from dying if that’s what you mean.” Tatsuya snorted.

“Luckily, someone is saved by the arms of gorgeous men. I hate you… You always get the best remedy.”

“I’m not. You make me sound like I was throwing up myself to them. Not in any years!”

“Well demoiselle, at least you’re alive!”

“I’m absolutely fine. Light out the lamp and go to sleep. Good night!”

“Seriously, I think he is The One that the old woman told us. I can feel it, Tat-chan.”

“Nakamaru if you don’t shut your mouth, I’ll…”

“—Okay, okay. I’ll sleep now!”

It only made sense if Tatsuya was aware that he has been watched by someone or rather an unknown creature. He saw things, and he knew they’re not real… they’re just his imagination, but he could not stop seeing them. He knew it’s his head and stuff but what could possibly the creature wanted from him that his vision about The One kept on bumping into one person.

The guitarist.

“I think we need to perform a top secret investigation. It’s getting mischievous you know. What if The One sends a spy to check on you? It could be another vampire, let’s assume the previous man was actually his right hand man.” Nakamaru began to work out his sensible thoughts.

“Nakamaru, it’s getting late. I’m tired. Let’s just sleep, okay?” Tatsuya mumbled under his blanket.

“B-but—” Nakamaru wanted to reason but Tatsuya cut him off.

“I don’t believe any of those things. If I ever wanted a lover, I’ll seek it myself. Those Tarot readings are only a general-based guide. It’s actually leading you to a point where you can start the first move. It’s not totally true but not totally wrong either. Whatever it is, it’s only read the theory. Experience is what makes the thing seems logical.”

There was a deep silence. Tatsuya squinted his eyes when Nakamaru didn’t response to his call.

“Are you already sleeping?” he asked but nothing came. “Nakamaru?”

“I know why you said like that. You have eyes on the guitarist, haven’t you?”

“WHAT!” Tatsuya couldn’t believe his ears.

“Don’t deny it, I sense it from the start you bump into him.” The young man pointed out his remark.

“Ha?” Tatsuya seemed puzzle.

“Never mind. We don’t know the truth yet. So he can be in our top secret investigation suspect!”

Tatsuya chuckled. “What is this? FBI? You think it’s funny?”

Silence came again. Tatsuya moved his body to the other side. “Nakamaru?”

And the last thing he heard, it was his friend’s snore.

+.+.+.+.+

A shaft of summer sunlight poured through the window. Kazuya moved his muscle, stretching his hands upright then rolled over his body and beamed his face on the pillow. A surge of annoyance filled him up as the clock made the tickling sound at the early morning. Hissing and shrugging on his own, he sat up straight lazily. With his eyes closed, he caught the strong scent of cooked food from the window; it was so good that his nostril went high and the taste of it made his mouth waters.

Then came another scent mixing in the air; it was the scent of a garden drifting from the lilies he could tell. He closed his eyes to savour the smell a lot like cloves and cinnamon, the sting of the smell brought him to recall the smell of a stranger he bumped last night. The air around him smelled like fresh flowers. His stage presence burst out the glowing aura of quiet power and confidence that seemed to captivate and turned every eyes on the stranger; great waves of passion overflowing through the veins making the skin tingle and driving them insane.

He remembered it well. The night before, when he was about to vomit near the drain.

Kazuya felt a vague sense of warmth and comfort fill him as the stranger rubbed his back and muttered, “There you go. Just throw up if you feel like it. Don’t hold back.”

The man he barely knew spoke a substance of concerns and worries. He couldn’t see his face as the dark shadowed him from the light and he kept on sweating and vomiting near the drain. His brain had gone mad, fuzzy in the background and the last thing he remembered only a glimpse of the man’s back walking like a whoosh of dramatically elegant.