Disclaimer & Author's Note – I do not own anything related to Vampire Knight, sadly. This was an idea that came to me...somehow. I can't really remember. I wasn't sure if I should post it (I wanted to include it in one of my longer stor fics for Rima x Shiki that I'm writing) but it didn't fit.
I considered making this a drabble...but then it would turn into a really LONG drabble. So I had to split it up into somewhat short chapters. Hope you'll like it!
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Time Capsule
It was Ichijou's idea.
Anything out of the ordinary was either his or Aidou's.
Anything out of the ordinary and related to whatever human's did however, was definitely their vice-dorm leader's.
"It's ridiculous." Ruka said, shaking her head at the proposal.
"I agree." Rima said, her voice in the usual clear but bored monotone.
"Takuma-sama, as much love and respect you have for the humans, I doubt the world would have changed drastically in fifty years under their administration."
"We're not exactly waiting until fifty years later, are we?" Akatsuki asked. Ruka shot him a look. That wasn't the point.
"I don't think any of us will even remember or be bothered to remember then."
"Are we actually going to put treasures in a casket and bury it underground?" Aidou wailed at the thought of parting with his treasures. "What if we forget the location? What if a stupid mutt digs it up?"
"Mm...?" Shiki murmured, the idea of burying Rima's precious silk ribbons as a memento in the dirt brought him out of his sleepy reverie.
"No, no. Have you guys even been listening to me?" Ichijou sighed exasperatedly before attempting to explain again. "What we're going to do is write our hopes, our dreams, our ambitions on a piece of paper. Even if it seems unrealistic or stupid."
"Which it does." The comment was ignored.
"And in two years, not fifty, after we've left Cross Academy, we'll arrange a reunion of some sort and read what we've written."
"Is this some stupid see-how-far-you've come self-reflection thing you read about in a manga?" Ruka muttered. Ichijou sweat-dropped, almost pouting at the half-true accusation.
"Of course not! It's just something fun and memorable that I thought we should do. We'll be able to see how somethings have changed or been accomplished. Sometimes, when life is moving on too fast, you tend to forget or miss what's around you."
"That definitely came out of a manga."
"When did he become so sentimental? That's usually Hanabusa's department."
"Hey Akatsuki! What does that mean?"
"Hm...wait. Why do we have to arrange a meeting? It shouldn't be that complicated."
"We're all going to be busy when we leave here and reenter society officially as adults. You know that, Shiki. We all have our familial responsibilities..." Ichijou sighed.
"Mm..." The brunette turned away, staring blankly out at the window. He hadn't thought about that. Rima's hand itched as she watched him carefully.
"So this is like a planned reunion in two years time."
"Exactly, Kain! Isn't that great?" Ichijou grinned broadly, unwrapping the bundle of velvet cloth he was carrying, revealing an antique wooden chest from the Renaissance age.
"Mother has something like that. Did you steal it?"
"Of course not!"
"You already brought a container?" A light, well-groomed eyebrow was raised.
"That's right Rima. I even bought the finest parchment paper for your secrets." The blonde winked, handing out a thick, rich piece of paper to each of them. "I wonder if I can convince Kaname to write something."
"I guess it's better than a tin can." Shiki commented, accepting the paper somewhat reluctantly, handing a fountain pen to Rima.
"Fine..."
"Are we really doing this?" Akatsuki sighed, sitting down on the couch, pen twirling in hand as he wondered what to write.
"...I still maintain that it's pointless."
"Oh, just write it, Ruka!" Aidou said, suddenly scribbling furiously.
Although they feigned exasperation, maintained a facade of annoyance, they all felt a bit of excitement as they wrote down their desires. It was as if they were kids again, if they had ever been truly kids, writing their Christmas wish-lists to wealthy parents, which were then in turn handed down to butlers and maids.
"I wonder what everyone wrote." AKatsuki mused after he was done his.
"I guess we'll have to wait and see."
"Rima even tied a ribbon to hers." Shiki remarked, lightly touching the pretty material tied neatly around the model's roll of parchment. He wanted to read what she had written.
"What did you write, Hanabusa?" Ruka asked, peeking over his shoulder.
"I'm not letting you see!" Aidou huffed, covering his paper with one arm and taking hers with the other.
"Hey! That's mine! Hand it over!"
"No peeking Aidou, that's cheating." Ichijou chuckled, more to himself than anything as he observed the scene in front of him.
Some things never change.
Two Years Later...
An ornate box remained hidden in a corner of a very large, fine bedroom.
A thin layer of dust settled on the fine wooden top, soon to be swept up by the intricate cleaning maids.
Although pampered and polished, it sat there, in all it's loneliness, long forgotten.