Prince of the Enigma
Into the world of the tortured and cold-hearted Kaname Kuran, the vestige of his once light and providential self burried deep within.
du Sang, here.
So greetings, this is my debut fanfiction (oh no) and kicking it off with a Kaname Kuran dedication. I wanted to show a sort of insecurity in Kaname (only for this first chapter. Planning on making this kinda long.), since he's so elusive and almost omniscient (that boy practically never misses anything). A look past his cold/selfish/arrogant persona. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing, come on. You know you love him, unless you're pro-Zero in which case just close this window now. Or look up some other fanfic. I fully support KxY. Reviews greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own (I wish I did though) Vampire Knight, I'm simply a fan.
A godforsaken decade of planning, infallible calculations, dealing with the people who would one day show their true natures and strike, but what was most unbearable was the loneliness. Knowing that his own remaining kin would not be able to recognize him now or perhaps even ever, was a burden that no one should ever have to carry. However, the great Kaname Kuran had done just that, he proceeded through his despisable future without complaint- not that he could tell a soul of his planifications-. More importantly, he had maintained most of his sanity, regaining small fractions of it with each visit of his beloved sister, Yuuki.
The Pureblood lord himself had never permitted anyone to gaze into his world, not a single soul could possibly comprehend his cryptic way of thinking, nor decipher his true emotions. Yet somehow he could easily read the mind of another as if it were written just before him and only for him. How could someone so understanding and all knowing so effortlessly hide his true feelings and intentions? He was the Prince of Enigma, but how did he cope through all those years?
A look at the past.
It was done, he had utterly abolished the body of his uncle, Kuran Rido. The young Kaname stood over his pathetic corpse, crimson eyes fully reflecting his abhorrence of the man. For someone so young he had to be forced into this life of malevolence, though he didn't wish he had to, he accepted it.
"Well, uncle... I do hope that this will be our last encounter. If not, you will surely fall once more."
The vast space surrounding the Kuran estate was a vision of red, carnage in the snow. Kaname veered down upon his hands, drenched in the blood of Rido, it disgusted him. Turning on heel, he returned into the house to retrieve his sibling.
Retinent.
The house itself was magnificent even in its ghastly emptiness. Would he be able to return again without breaking down, knowing that never again would he see the people he loved? He stepped into the safety room his parents had built to protect them and Yuuki, he stopped at the centre of the room, examining the fragments and blood from his mother's death. A singular tear fell, as he finally realized, rather accepted, that Haruka and Juuri really were gone. His parents were extraordinary people, he respected them as much as he loved them. But where was Yuuki? At first Kaname thought that she would be in the secret compartment room of the underground safe however his mother would never have been able to perform the ritual and end up here. Meaning...
Kaname noticed that the window had been left open, and the scent of his sister permeated the area around it. Immediately he ran outside to follow her honey scent, apprehension filling him to the point of nearly panicking. He could sense the presence of another being, a level E vampire and... a scream? Within seconds, Kaname had inserted himself between the form of his sister and that of the monster who dare attempted to take her blood. Adrenaline and anger filling him, no one, especially a lowly ex-human vampire would be able to touch his sister.
Slash.
"You're a disgrace to all vampires. "
He turned to face Yuuki.
" Are you okay? " he said whilst offering her his hand. Hesitantly she accepted. As much as it hurt him, knowing that his dear Yuuki no longer knew who he was, he brought her to Cross Kaein's house. From there, he only felt even more crestfallen when later on Yuuki had seen his fangs; they scared her. Yet just hours before he had sworn to be there for her whenever something frightened her, regardless of where she was. It was a broken promise now, for Yuuki was somewhere Kaname couldn't reach and that tore what was left of his heart apart.
One Week Later
He hadn't seen Yuuki since that day out in the field of snow; he couldn't, not yet. The room he temporarily resided in, with the Takuma, was completely apothic... not a single hint of light was permitted in this dark enclosure he had incarcerated himself in. He had not fed in three days, his door was locked and he felt as though he was literally going psychotic. How could he possibly deal with the pressure? Could his plans really succeed? He was risking everything at the expense of protecting his sister, but did she really need the protection? Yes, of course. There was no telling if Rido would be back or not, only a fool would assume that he wouldn't. Still, stress and worry had taken its toll and the young Kaname pressed himself into a corner, his hands covering his beautiful face. Tears streaked down his young and innocent face, shoulders heaved and his body shuddering from the lack of nourishment.
Withdrawl.
A few moments passed, Kaname didn't think he could really make it. His heart ached from the loss of his parents and his sister, but he couldn't let anyone see him like this. He had to be stronger, no one would dare ever touch his remaining kin. Several mirrors and windows in the room shattered as Kaname began to rock back and forth in his body's own way of trying to console him. Hatred and the need to act on revenge began to fill his now blackening heart. The darkness of the room seemed to be enevelopping his petit form sitting in the corner, with every passing second his soul became just as atramentous as the room he sat in. There was a knock on the door and instantly the darkness of the room disappeared, the heavy drapes were somehow pulled back to allow the moon light within. Kaname stood as the door cracked opened and a shadowed figure peaked through.
"Is everything all right, Kaname-sama?"
Crimson eyes seemed to glow with malevolence just like when he had killed Rido, his mouth twitched into what would become his signature half smirk. The moon's light bathing him in a celestial glow that would make anyone doubt that he was demon but an angel. Kaname had completely changed on the inside however, no trace was left of whatever innocence he bore. Malignance now becoming a permanent feature to his aura.
"Yes everything is fine, my apologies if the noises bothered you. Please leave me now."
The unforgiveable sinner had been born, his mask fully in place and the chess board had just been set up. It was time to play.
du Sang, again.
That's it for the prologue of sorts. Not sure when I'll post up the next chapter, but it won't be too long until then. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.
