Yatta! I know, I should try to finish my other stories instead of start a new one but this was supposed to only be a one-shot. Then it ran from there.

Zero really, really, really wanted to kill Chairman Cross or at least maim him permanently. The stupid scarf wearing, useless idiot had decided to hold yet another ball, a St. Xocolatl's Day Ball. This involved mixing both Day and Night classes together on an already emotionally, or hormonally, charged day. If that wasn't enough, the Chairman had decided that Yuki and Zero needed to enjoy the party so he and Yagari would be monitoring the ball, leaving the prefects free. This, of course, meant that they, meaning Zero and Yuki, would be needing dates. Zero wondered if his master would still kill him if he asked.

Considering the way the man had been smirking at him from the corner of the Chairman's office though, Zero didn't think he'd get much help from his dear Master.

Sighing, the sliver haired teen checked his reflection in the mirror again. Yuki and Yori had happily taken, (read: drug) him shopping to find the perfect outfit for him. So here he was in a silk violet button up, tailored black cotton suit coat, black silk tie, black cotton pants, and black patent leather shoes. With his usual silver gothic earrings, violet eyes, silver hair, and violet eyes the effect was striking. Zero groaned, couldn't he have just shown up in his school uniform? Would have made more sense to him, but Yuki and Yori were having none of it.

With a sigh Zero grabbed the violet boutonniere that Yuki had forced on him and headed out the door. Yuki, who was naturally attending the event with the pureblood prick, er Kaname. Since Zero hadn't bothered trying to find a date, his wonderful but incredibly irritating best friend had taken it upon herself to find him one. She had, to Zero's surprise, been successful. However she'd also refused to tell him who it was because she 'didn't want to spoil the surprise'.

Didn't want him heading for the hills was more like it but Zero had finally agreed to wait until he met the girl the night of the ball. Knowing Yuki, it was because she knew that he was too nice to just ditch a girl right at the dance. He found himself wishing that she didn't know him so well.

When Zero arrived at the ballroom, on time even, he almost decided to go with the whole, 'run for the hills,' idea. Standing outside beside Yuki and the prick, er Kaname, in a flowing violet gown that matched his shirt perfectly, was none other than the prick's personal bodyguard.

Zero groaned. Did Yuki actually expect them to get along? His main goal in life was to kill Kaname Kuran, preferably while Yuki was visiting another country, while Seiren's life goal was to keep Kaname alive. This didn't seem to be a basis for a sort-of friendly date. Recipe for disaster was more like it. With another put upon sigh, Zero headed over to Yuki.

"Zero! You're here!" Yuki declared, smiling warmly at him.

"Yeah," he replied unenthusiastically.

Yuki frowned at him. "Zero, this is supposed to be an enjoyable evening, try to have fun will you, if not for yourself than for your date."

Zero glared at her, gritting his teeth. "Who is my date anyway?" He asked, being purposefully obtuse.

"That would be me," Said Seiren, her voice as emotionless as always.

Zero turned and finally took in what the vampire girl was wearing.

The gown was a silk, toga style affair with one strap clinging onto a slender shoulder and the rest tumbling elegantly down to meet at her waist and then trailing down her legs to the floor, leading into a small train. Her ash blond hair had been caught back into a simple up do with a thin line of violets falling down from it. If she'd been anyone else, Zero would have said she was beautiful. Being who she was, who he was, he just nodded stiffly at her, ignoring Yuki's annoyed huff.

Zero awkwardly held his arm out to her, mentally reciting the times tables in his head to keep his temper in check.

"Shall we?"