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Birth Of The Stalker

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Character/Pairing: Mizore Shirayuki.
Fandom: Rosario + Vampire
Type: Drabble
Rating: T

Extra Notes: This fanfiction is based on my own headcannon of Mizore before she arrived at Yokai Academy to meet Tsukune. This is set when she didn’t know any of the group and simply knew Tsukune by his name.

Please take this into consideration when reading this, faves and comments are also greatly appreciated. Thank you.


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It had been extremely warm for the past few days and it had made Mizore’s bedroom stuffy and very difficult to live in.

She had been sleeping on the floor of her connected kitchen with the fridge open for over a week now and she had begun to have cramps in her back and her sides ached considerably from sleeping on such a hard surface.

She was thankful that she had decided to leave school to get better, Mizore suffered from Agoraphobia and Depression; finding it difficult to get out of the house after being terrified of one of the teachers at Yokai Academy.

Sighing, Mizore sat in front of her fan, her lilac hair rippling in the cool blast. In her hands was a newspaper that had come from Yokai Academy, she had stayed in touch with her homeroom teacher requesting that she would still receive the Yokai Times like everybody else at the school.

She was smiling and blushing as she read the words of a boy names Tsukune, Tsukune Aono.

He understands me so well.

Mizore ran her fingers over the words of the boy in an almost sensual way, her ice coloured eyes glittering like small gems; her heart racing at the thought of Tsukune. Somebody finally understood her, she could just tell from his words that he belonged to her and her only. There wasn’t any sort of doubt in her mind.

How could somebody write like this and yet not be the perfect mate for her?

“Hmmm,” she sighed trying to picture what Tsukune could possibly look like, she imagined him to be quite tall and handsome with a love for all things cold, winter and ice.

It was only when her room turned dark that she realised she had been dreaming all day about a boy she didn’t even know which made her giggle quietly.

She stood up away from the lovely feather light breeze of her fan and grabbed a few extra cushions to make a mattress on the kitchen floor, taking a thinner blanket too.

I want to meet him, I need to see him, we belong together.

Her heart fluttered madly at the thought of being swept off her feet by Tsukune as soon as their paths crossed she just knew he’d feel the same way and they’d stay madly in love for all of their years.

She began to daydream once more about her wedding with him, what their children would look like, what sex would be like with him, how good of a kisser he would be, how he would treat her right and rid her of those cruel and saddening moments she often remembered.

She and Tsukune would be together and he would bring her out into the world, holding her hand as they strolled through parks and went to class.

She wondered what monster Tsukune would be, by the way that he writes she thought that maybe, he too, could be a Snow Fairy. Most of her kind were female so their species had trouble keeping numbers up but if Tsukune was a Snow Fairy then not only would she have finally found her true love but she would have found one of the many saviors of her species.

Tsukune.

Stuffing the newspaper underneath her pillow, Mizore laid down, pulling her shirt off and skirt so she were only clad in a light blue vest and knickers.

She would go to Yokai Academy when the new term started.

She would meet Tsukune.

You…understand me…I need you…please…love me.

A tear escaped her pretty eyes as she closed them, the light of the fridge casting a cold white glow over her covered body as if trying to comfort her as she drifted off to sleep, tears still slipping down her cheeks and turning into small crystals before they dripped onto the floor.

She would have him at her side as her lover, no matter what the cost.
:damphyr:Drabble I conjured up. It's shit I know.
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it's not shit, it's just short