Red Snow
by Perdendosi Muse-ing
Rating: PG-13/T
Main Character: Kuran Kaname
Summary: She is one, and he is three.
Disclaimer: I think I'd be really, really rich if I owned Vampire Knight… But I ain't. Yeah. Totally.
Author Notes: I don't know- it was just so fun writing this, I just had to post it up! And yeah.
WARNING: Contains spoilers from Chapter 34 to 36. Don't say I didn't warn you. I just did.
She is one, and he is three.
In the corner of his eye, he sees her eyes staring at his. (Innocently.)
He becomes nervous as he goes closer to her, but he is smiling gently as she grabs his finger and laughs.
What'll happen to those clear, innocent eyes? What'll happen to her-
(They'll take her innocence as they did his-)
The first time he is scared for anybody else, it is for her.
Time passes fast, and now, she is three and he is five.
That evil, hypocritical society is about to devour the pure-bloods.
(Those vile, treacherous people.)
Society is always, always cruel like that, somehow. It bites you when least scared, and it tramples over everything that is weak. It tries to go over anything in it's way, and most of the time, it succeeds.
("Corrupted, corrupted world," he muses to himself, but it is too worldly, too adult-like, and far too scary.)
They always hid her from twisted societies as best as they ever could.
(Her world consists of four people, a basement, and a mansion.)
It is the day of the massacre, that blood-filled day.
She is five and he is seven.
The day is filled with bloody crimson and the scent of father and mother's blood. It is snowing outside, and the pure white snow is soon blanketed with red Kuran blood.
(Bloody rose petals fall to the floor gracefully, dangerously slow.)
His hands shake lightly as he walks away from now-dead-Kuran Rido. Breathing in the cold winter air, he turns away into the future.
He has nobody now, and he is alone.
(Grabbed a small, small snowflake that was red with Kuran blood.)
She is now seven and he is nine.
Two years have now passed from that 'incident', and he smiles bitterly as he stares at currently-Yuuki-Cross.
(She was previously Yuuki Kuran, but is now Yuuki Cross. She is now a human saved by Kaname Kuran from a Level E vampire, not a pure-blood that is the sibling of Kaname Kuran.)
He knows that she won't remember anything even if he wants her too. It wouldn't help even if she remembers anything right now at this instant, because it would be too much for her to understand.
(He wanders hopelessly into the future, being the wanderer he is.)
Years pass, and she is fourteen and he is sixteen.
(The eye of the storm is yet to come, so why not sit down and have some tea while we wait for our house to crumble?)
He lives in the Moon Dorms with the vampires, and is the President of the Night Class.
She is in the Sun Dorm, being a Guardian and in the Disciplinary Commitee with that other Kiryuu.
It's ironic, really, in so much different ways it's hard to explain every single one of them.
"Come on in, Yuuki," he says with that fake smile plastered on his face, "it must be hard for you to get all those girls back to their dorms. Why don't you stay for a cup of tea?"
(She still addresses him as her savior. He is never her brother, but is always her savior.)
And in the midst of it all, he sees Zero Kiryuu glare at him, eyes brimming with hatred and jealousy.
She is sixteen and has just fallen into bloody hell.
He is eighteen and has just saved her from that said-hell.
There are so much more frightening prospects, more scary dreams to come. But it'll come so suddenly that they won't be ready for it.
(When will this nightmare ever end?
It seems like it's endless and it'll never be the end.)
"I'll always be there for you," he whispers into the cold winter snow.
(It snows bloody snow, like that cold winter night when it smelled of mother and father's blood.)
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I hope you enjoyed it! I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoyed reading it.
