Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight by Matsuri Hino, nor do I own her characters. I only borrow her beloved characters from time to time to use in my fanfictions...which, in my opinion, aren't very good. Perhaps it's just me.
Author's Note: The pairing for this work is actually my OTP- Juri and Haruka. Much as I love to write about Kaname, Zero, and Yuuki, I feel like it would be a good idea to get at least a couple of works for Juuri and Haruka out of my head and into writing. Let's just see if I can do this correctly, and actually do justice to their characters.
He didn't remember when he had first fallen in love with Juuri, for it seemed like they had always been together. Even now, his heart still skipped a beat when seeing her, his eyes still brightened when he saw her lips twitch into her bright, cheerful smile that seemed to be a constant presence on her face.
Juuri's smile, yes, that's what he had noticed first about her- that smile, her pure happiness just coming off in waves from that one sign. Her eyes, those eyes so much like his own, if not a couple of shades darker than his, were absolutely entrancing. Perhaps he was a lovesick fool, but he couldn't help it, she made him that way.
Or rather, his feelings about Juuri, which so often consumed him whenever he caught even a whiff of her scent, made him into a lovesick fool. That woman, she would always hold this power over him, if not over anyone else. The wind stirred the air as he stood on the balcony overlooking the front yard, her scent wafting into his nose, overpowering his senses.
That aroma, that sweet, comforting scent that reminded him so much like the very blaze of the sun, she truly could defeat him with this alone, and he wasn't even ashamed. The gentle lord watched the stone path for any sign of his dearly beloved, and when he caught sight of her, his mouth curved upwards into a soft grin.
Oh yes, she would be the death of him. Even though he wasn't normally much of a fighter, if anyone ever hurt Juuri (not that he could fathom why anyone would), he would kill them.
Yes, the lord famed for his gentleness would kill the perpetrator, scattering their remains to each of the four directions as a reminder, and a warning.
Juuri was his.
He was Juuri's.
...
When she caught the calming scent of her husband on the wind, the Pureblood raised her head, and caught sight of him on the balcony, eyes straining to catch a glimpse of her form. She couldn't help it- her lips stretched into a wide grin that went from ear-to-ear, enthusiasm bringing a spring to her gait as she sped up, running over the cobblestones, eager to be with her husband after a long time away (it hadn't been more than two days, but still).
"Haruka!" she cried out jubilantly, curly, mahogany locks drifting behind her as she ran, seeing him appear at the doorway.
He had opened the door, his gentle smile still in place as he watched her lovingly, grunting softly as she crashed into him.
Arms wrapped around the male vampire, pulling him into a crushing embrace as she hugged him, her face buried against his neck.
He was hers, and she would never be content with anything else.
Author's Note: Oh god, this was awful, I can't believe that I tried writing romance. I guess I know which genre I'm not writing in the future- too much telling, not enough showing. I think Haruka might have been OOC, gah, I don't know what I am doing anymore. Oh well, maybe if I receive some critiques or suggestions (which I would dearly apreciate), this can get better. Well, read it, comment if you like, I'm just sitting in a corner, cursing myself, this is so corny and cliche.
