Ethan
The voice that had escaped my throat to ask Akane about the vampire almost startled me. It was much more gravel-like and tired than I had expected. I guess I hadn't realized how tired I was from the day. I had used quite a bit of energy with Akane. And it was energy very well spent.
She explained the story of the vampire, Daphne.
I ran my fingers through her hair, listening to her unfamiliar voice. It was very sultry, in a lower tone than that of Akane's usual voice.
"How did you meet?" I asked, my fingers traveling from her hairline down her cheek and along her jaw.
"Gambling and sex. It was 4 years ago. I was 16 and stupid. I had gotten caught counting cards at one of her casinos, and I was fucking the boys that had caught me when Daphne walked in all matter of fact, watched us finish then brought me up to her office. Offered me a job. I took it."
"So, how do you shift into them?"
A finger to my lips, I was hushed. Though curious, I let Akane talk.
"You talk too much. I want to know more about you. Why are you a fallen angel? What happened?"
I gazed off into space for a moment, gathering my thoughts which were jumbled all of a sudden.
"For starters, I would say that I'm not exactly fallen." I spoke, my voice low. I returned my eyes back to her. I stroked her chin with my thumb, my forefinger underneath her jaw.
"The strangest thing happened when my sister and I were born. Our parents were human. But, though my sister was a human, I was not. By some miracle, I was born an angel." I glanced upward, then sighed.
"But my parents were worried, that despite my heavenly status, I wouldn't be accepted into the world. So with the help of a witch, my soul was placed into the body of my sister. And, up until a few years ago, I've been trapped inside her. I've only seen the world from her perspective aside from a few times."
I explained, then paused for a moment before continuing.
"But, I suppose you could consider me fallen. I'm not exactly the most virtuous character that I should be." I grinned at her playfully.

BrokenTear
"Thank you, Brokentear. Sorry I woke you up. Sweet dreams, and I'll see you in the morning."
A sweet smile, and Yuki was gone. My skin tingled where her lips had touched my jaw. Instinctively I put my fingers to it and smiled widely to myself.
Before I knew it, I had meandered to Yuki's door. Before pausing to knock, my mind was racing.
What, are you just going to barge in her room? You sick pervert. And even if you get to talk with her, what are you going to say? You're a dumbass, BrokenTear. Just stay away from the poor girl. Just st-
I cut myself off by opening the door. Yuki, sitting on the floor, turned to look at me. At her side were paints, an iPod and a half-eaten apple.
"Hello, Yuki..." I blinked, realizing I definitely should've listened to the voice in my head. I was absolutely clueless. What was I doing here?
"I.. uh... just wanted to say goodnight. I mean, you already said it. But I... I didn't get to say it back. So... yeah, goodnight."
Smooth. the voice in my head giggled, mocking me. My calm and collected facade had faltered, leaving me leaning in her doorway, with the most awkward feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Forever
"Do you wish for me to leave?" A pouty expression crossed Setsu's face.
"No~" I replied in a whiny tone. His arms tightened around me and I felt his warmth around me. It was a feeling I highly enjoyed, as all too often I was freezing, even in my oversized sweaters. I smiled brightly under my mask.
I never felt so close to anyone before-- neither physically nor emotionally. I could feel Setsu's off-beating heart against my own chest. It only drew me to him more. I pressed my lips to his shoulder and laid back. I looked up at the ceiling and couldn't wipe the smile from my face. I turned to face him and ran my fingers down his cheek, and along his jawline.
"Of course I don't wish you to leave, Setsu." I whispered and enjoyed the feel of his soft warm skin against my fingertips.