servitude

He hopes to God she doesn't remember those times. -Hanabusa Aidou, Kuran Yuuki. Post-first revelation.


Aidou remembers a time when he'd looked down on Yuuki-chan -sa - Yuuki-chan.

He would invade her personal space, draping himself around her smaller frame disrespectfully in order to rile up his more rabid fangirls, citing jealousy and causing the then-human girl to run around in a rather undignified manner.

If Kaname-sama knew about all of his extremely outlandish tactics towards her then - he knows he would receive more than a bloody smack across the cheek or a whimsical punishment in the form of holding up three buckets all day, one of which on his head.

Nowadays, he bows at her feet when she passes by, rather than make derogatory comments to her face as he once did.

When he looks back up, he immediately finds her gaze; locked onto his own, she lifts a inquisitive finely-shaped eyebrow then walks away.

He hopes to God she doesn't remember those times.

The vampire aristocrat part of him, the one raised to obey and give absolute respectworship to Purebloods, refuses to be disgusted by this sudden change of attitudetreatment. But there's still that teeny, tiny part of him that abhors this, skin crawling at the added honorific, the bowing and scraping and all around politeness.

However, both parts of him are absolutely, ridiculously petrified of the newest vampire resident.

Now, he shies away, averting his eyes in her presence, becoming the last to enter the dinnerhall (or the studyroom or any other meeting or general gathering places he knows she would be at) and the first to leave.

Because he is afraid, afraid she will do the exact same thing to him.

As not only a vampire but a Pureblood to boot, she has unbelievable power sparking at her fingertips, flickering beneath her skin and veins and blood. As the legends say, she can make tongues of fire dance across water and physically mutilate a person without laying a finger upon them.

Indeed for the first time in his life, he is absolutely terrified at its very existence.

The smallest bit of (unintentional) awe and respect seeps in - and his mouth becomes inexplicably dry,

a bittersweet taste flooding his senses.


AN: very old ideas/story. I don't follow canon anymore.