Hey friendship!

Sorry I haven't been tending to my story garden lately. I've been sort of strapped for time and ideas. So here's a short update for y'all to prove I'm still alive, and that I still love yehz.

As always, please let me know if you have any ideas for this story. I'd love to hear them! And they may even help me get off my butt and manage to finish this for you.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Ouran. I wish I did, but I don't. We need to accept this and move on.

Do not make me kiss, and you will not make me sin.

All in the large house was still and quiet.

The only noise came from the crackle of the flames as they danced in the fireplace, licking the grate in an attempt to be free.

Dima watched this futile battle for a while longer before letting out a sigh and massaging the bridge of is nose in order to try and calm the headache that was trying to start.

His heightened sense of hearing allowed him to hear the steady breathing of the golden haired boy on the third floor.

Tamaki had fallen asleep a few hours ago, but he still managed to occupy the Russian vampire's thoughts.

Said blonde was proving to be more stubborn than Dima had originally predicted, but the Russian was sure that in time, the boy he had chosen would not only come around, but prove to be more than worth the wait.

The only problem was that Dima was not a very patient being.

With another sigh the vampire reached over and lifted a brandy snifter, with a small amount of the amber liquid sloshing within it, to his nose to inhale the spiced scent of the alcohol.

With his diet consisting of blood, Dima lost his desire for fine food and rich liquor. But even though he no longer had the ability to stomach such things, he found the smells comforting. They brought him back to a time when his heart would beat, and his mind was still full of fantasies of one day starting a family.

"The young man, is a foolish one." He snickered before once more turning his attention back to the fire.

Now a creature of whim and greed, Dima needed to find a way to convince his blonde to stop fighting the change and just accept his fate, and Dima himself, with open arms.

"It's that Kyouya boy that's stunting the progress of our relationship." Dima muttered to no one in particular.

At the thought of the bespectacled boy, Dima sneered.

Perhaps a chance to prove the boy's uselessness was all that was needed to stop Tamaki's stubbornness.

Leaning back in his arm chair Dima pondered this as he unconsciously braided and unbraided his hair. A habit he had picked up when he was in his fifties; just a baby, really.

Maybe Kyouya just needed to be put in his place.

Maybe Dima could prove to Tamaki that Kyouya was not only not in the same league as Dima, but that the raven haired teen couldn't even save Tamaki when it came down to the final moment.

And then, maybe Tamaki would come running.

Although it could be seen as cocky or even slightly foolish, the vampire decided to give Kyouya a chance to save the host king. And when he failed (and Dima would make sure he failed), then Tamaki's heart would break and Kyouya would no longer be a road block in Dima's happiness with the blonde.

Time heals all wounds, and once Tamaki accepted him, then time wouldn't be an issue for them.

With a smile Dima relaxed into his chair once more.

"Should things go wrong, I'll be considered a fool." Dima said to himself "So I will just need to make sure things don't go wrong."

Dima smiled to himself. In due time Tamaki would be his; he just needed to prove it to Kyouya and Tamaki first.

Challenge accepted.

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A.N.: Wow, this was sort of a nothing chapter. Sorry guys. Hopefully I update soon. I make no promises though, it took me two years to update this. I'M SO SORRY!