Author's comments:

This chapter features a few drabbles depicting Kaname and Takuma's relationship simply because I think that the two friends would make a nice couple. Hopefully this won't be the first and last chapter though and hopefully I can manage to pull my procrastinating lazy self together long enough to continue writing it... But, um, anyway, this fanfic is rated M for later chapters, just to let you know. Enjoy.

Ice cream:

Kaname wasn't a fan of the frozen dessert to say the least. The concept of indulging in cold flavored cow juice never really appealed to him as much as it did to other people, but when a certain blond haired boy asked him if he wanted to go to a local ice cream parlor he quickly accepted… maybe a little too eagerly though.

Hello:

It was such a simple word- five letters and used at leisure- but to Takuma, who was trembling terribly in his shoes just five minutes ago, it was the most comforting thing in the world especially when accompanied by a small smile.

Books:

The brunette couldn't understand his friend's choice in literature. While he was more interested in historical novels the other boy preferred reading the large speech bubbles and narrative boxes of the black and white pages. He would crowd the tables and empty chairs with these books almost to the point that it looked like he was trying to build a fort around himself. Some people thought that he should abandon such picture books and move on to more "culturally rich" books like the ones Kaname read, but to the pureblood there was nothing cuter than seeing the blond tucked away amongst the brightly colored books. Takuma's expressions would shift in accordance to whatever manga book he had lost himself in and every once in a while a delightful laugh would break the near silence. His green eyes would grow so wide and bright whenever he was reading them. No, even though Kaname couldn't understand it, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Table:

The first time Takuma ever heard Kaname raise his voice was when the pureblood stomped his toe on the corner of a table. One would think that the pureblood would be more graceful and conscious of his surroundings but he wasn't. A stream of angry words and half mumbled curses poured from his friend's lips as he held his injured foot. Takuma didn't like it. Not because of the words though, he had heard them plenty of times before, but because the nasty language didn't seem right coming from the sweet-faced vampire. They just didn't seem to fit together right, like when one hears a child scream out their first bad word unsurely, having heard it from his mother when she was stuck in traffic. Takuma didn't like it at all and now he wasn't sure if he liked the table either.

Blueberries:

Kaname, being a pureblood, wasn't allergic to anything but he surely dodged blueberries as if he was. He would go so far as to even sit at a different table whenever Takuma was eating the food, staring back at him in contempt the entire time. It such an odd thing though Kaname would refuse to talk about it whenever he questioned him. Takuma could only assume that some traumatic event involving blueberries had plagued the vampire's past.

Parents:

The boys' parents were completely different. While Kaname's were more cheerful, Takuma's were stoic, almost emotionless. There wasn't a time in his life that he remembered his mother or father smiling. Maybe his mother did when she was younger but he absolutely couldn't imagine his father cracking even a smirk. Maybe that was just the effect of growing up with someone like the infamous Ichio as a father. It was a miracle that Takuma didn't turn out like that, serious and emotionally numb.

Respect:

The way that Kaname was so entranced by snow was very odd to Takuma. The brunette would sit there, by the window, every snow fall staring out for what seemed like forever with sorrowful eyes. He would hardly say a word the entire time, only mumbling something to himself every once in a while. Takuma would later grow used to this. He would later sometimes sit down beside him on those winter nights, neither saying a word. Takuma would wonder what Kaname thought about on those quiet nights, but he would never ask, simply out of respect.

Lost:

It was a quiet night when they found it; a tiny puppy dog with deep brown fur and big blue eyes. It was hiding beneath a bench beside a street lamp during a chilling night. If it hadn't been for its whimpering they doubted that they would have discovered it. Takuma had tried to coax it out with a voice usually reserved for infants and small children but the puppy didn't budge. In fact, it shrunk away. It was only when Kaname tried to urge it out with gentle words and a calm voice that the creature finally crept out of its useless shelter. It had clung to Kaname as if he was its mother and Kaname had held it close to his chest, tucked away beneath his coat, trying to keep it warm. In the end they ended up giving it away to a humane shelter. It was Takuma's idea. Kaname was reluctant. Even after the bubbly employee assured the young men that the puppy would be well taken care of, the brunette still wouldn't let go. Perhaps it was because the puppy was lost and Kaname somehow felt the same way. Takuma didn't dare tell friend his theory though neither did he tell anyone else what had happened.