Lust and Obsession
Disclaimer: Vampire Knight isn't mine, it belongs to Matsuri Hino.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock...
She glares at the old wooden clock, wishing it would stop its unbearable noise. She has no need for it to remind her of how long she hasn't seen Kaname, she herself can (does) count the seconds, the minutes, the hours.
He notices her fingers tapping against her skirt, and her foot struggling not to do the same. "Stop obsessing so much."
She ignores him, blocks him out, keeps her eyes on the clock's hands. What does he know, anyway? He annoys her. She hates everything about him. His disgustingly sugary words to any girl, his complete lack of self-restraint.
So different from Kaname. Kaname is perfect. Aidou is not.
He uses his right hand as support for his beautiful face and makes himself more comfortable on the sofa. His amused lips twitch at being ignored by her. "So cold. So different from Yuuki."
This time she tears her eyes away from the clock and makes the blond her glaring target.
Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about.
"You know it too. That he loves her. More than he cares for any of us."
Shut up, Hanabusa. You're lying.
He knows what she's thinking, he knows how her hatred of him is growing with each word that leaves his tongue. A sly smile appears on his face, and he bares his white fangs. "And why wouldn't he? Her blood is so sweet. I'm sure it puts your blood to shame."
She knows what he's doing. He wants her to argue with him, to say that it isn't true. And then he'll ask her to prove it by letting him drink her blood, under the guise of comparing it to Yuuki's. Bored, she returns her gaze to the old clock. "Your bloodlust makes you too predictable."
"And your obsession makes you too pathetic."
"I'm not obsessed."
He laughs. His icy laughter echoes throughout the dark room, the deserted corridors, and the sleeping Dorm.
Mocking.
Cold.
Pitying.
"What do you call this, then? Love?"
"You know nothing of love."
He smiles condescendingly. "I know of people in love. I know those who are in love with you."
"I don't care."
"I know."
You never care.
"You're too obsessed with him to care. You don't even care that he finds you a nuisance."
She digs her nails into the armchair. Who is he to judge her? "You don't know what love feels like. You only know how to lust."
His smile is still plastered on his face, but the amusement disappears from his blue eyes. "If you say so. But at least I know my limits, and don't cross the line."
It's her turn to laugh. A hurtful laughter.
Short.
Fake.
Bitter.
"You always cross the line. It's the only thing that you know how to do."
He is in silence for a while, and only the clock's ticking fills the room. (there's a line he never ever crosses can't cross won't cross must cross will)
He gets up and faces her, blocking the old clock from her view.
He places his fingers under her chin and lifts her face to look at him. She narrows her eyes and shoots him a suspicious look. (warns him.) "Hanab..."
He brushes his lips against hers for a moment (far too long) and she falls silent and he smirks when she tenses. "Do you want me to..."
Pain.
She slaps him. Hard. (harder than she should) "Control your lust."
He glares at her.
Outraged.
Disappointed.
He walks away in silence (moody, sulking), and violently slams the door behind him (harder than he should.)
The golden pendulum still oscillates, the clock still counts the seconds, the minutes, the hours.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock...
A/N: I've been giving my darker writing side some freedom lately and it seems to like clocks ;) I might write another chapter for this, not sure yet.
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