Title Serve thy Love
Genre Angst / Action / Romance
Date March 7, 2007

Notes This will be my first on-going series for Vampire Knight. I came up with the idea after a story my homeroom teacher told us. Also the fact that there isn't much ZeroxYuuki fanfics out there. XD

Disclaimer I do not own Vampire Knight or any of its characters. They belong to original creators and companies (e.g. Matsuri Hino).

It was either wind or the frosty bits of snow that made traveling through the dense forest difficult right now. Or both. Only bits of green would pop up in sight from time to time. The breath came out in a billow smoke while its inhaler ran through it with a loaf of bread, a small and thin blanket, and a bottle of wine. Long and soft brown hair covered part of her face like rain. Even with the tree roots in her way, the little child jumped over any in sight, once falling down. Despite the cold and her weariness, she was smiling. She was determined to get to her destination.

Farther off in the woods, sat a small boy on top of a tree branch in a sicken state. His clothes were muddy and torn, even his feet were bare. Bits of snow clipped down on his shoulders. Suprisingly, he didn't dust them off when it made him feel even colder than he actually was. The boy stared angrily down into nothingless, as if blaming the tree that he was in such a pitiful position. He was cold and hungry, once his stomach made a little growl to demand food. It was as if he had suffered something like this all his life. Streaks of silver hair were visible underneath the boy's dark brown hair. Even worst than these signs, if he had stepped down, anyone could see the red drenched on his back, dripping.

The boy heard light footsteps underneath him. Out of the trunks, the small girl appeared and to his tired delight, he saw food in her arms. She called up to him.

"Silver!" cried a tired girl. "Are you there? I've brought food for you."

"Hm."

That was the only reply he could make out of his raw throat to let the girl know he was there and not dead. He hadn't eaten or drinken for the last 36 hours. Silver, as the young girl called him, slowly climbed down the tree and while he did so, he heard her gasp. The blood was starting to dry, leaving a dark red color onto the fabric.

"You're hurt," said the girl softly.

She set aside her things carefully onto the white blanket of snow. Silver plopped down to snow, leaning against the trunk for support. The brown-haired girl lightly put a hand on his arm.

"What happened?"

"I was being... careless."

"You shouldn't try so hard Silver," said the girl. "Even if you refuse to tell me, it's even more scary for me."

Silver looked away as the girl looked up to his face. She held up the green blanket up to him and wrapped it around his scrawny body. His lips were in a thin line. A little warmth surged over Silver but he didn't speak.

"I've brought food," said the girl. She handed him the loaf of bread. "I, um, couldn't find water so I brought this instead. I was the only thing I could find!" The girl held up the grape wine bottle and if Silver wasn't so expressionless all the time, she was sure he'd given her a look.

Nonetheless, Silver took her offer without a word. And she smiled. In a warm cloak of many layers, the young girl was warm enough and her stomach was full. So she sat there, listening to Silver's chewing noises and his last gulp of the liquid. To his side, it tasted sour and bitter but the wine had to do after starving for so long.

"You're cold aren't you?"

The girl had shivered slightly and Silver noticed her face was pale. "It's okay," said the girl. "The clothes Papa gave me are very warm."

"..."

Papa...Silver had met this girl when she helped him, like today, by bringing food and some bandages when he was injured nine months ago. Back then, she was too concerned about the mess to even ask how he had developed those scars. Likewise, Silver didn't ask where was she from or who she was. He sat in silence as the that brown-haired girl wrapped the bandage around his arm tightly. Then on, she persisted into going at the usual place where they met to assist him everytime he came back, usually injured.

"Silver where is your home?" asked the girl.

"I don't have one."

Simple answer. The girl expected it from someone who rarely spoke.

"Do you wish for one?"

"..."

"You know," started the child, "snow reminds of Silver!" She picked up a handful and waved it up to Silver's eyes. He gave a questioning look. "Because it's white and soft like Silver's hair!"

This was one of the times when she acted cute and bubbly which made Silver almost smile in return. The girl was strange, at least to him. She talked about random things that popped unto her head. She smiled, seemlingly that she was content with everything she had. But a person who has experienced pain could see pain. Silver was not fooled by her sometimes acts. Right now, it wasn't a show but the little girl was really smiling.

"Can I touch Silver's hair?" asked the girl.

Silver had no idea why she described his hair as white since it was brown with only gray streaks of hair. Nonetheless, he nodded relunctly. She smiled and moved closer with an outstretched hand. They were about the same height so the girl didn't stood up, using her free arm to suppert herself. The girl's fingertips brushed against his hair until they clasped softly around the silver streaks. She rubbed between her fingertips. Silver didn't say anything while the girl played around with his hair.

"It's so pretty!"

I can overcome obstacles,
When I have a place to stay
Where I would be welcome.
My home is the place where you are.

Well, that was lame and unexpected. TT Sorry readers. I've been busy with web-designing and such. I've never read a "princess and medieval" Vampire Knight fanfiction and I'm really looking forward to see how this goes. However, if I don't get reviews, then I might not be so to as update often. This was just a prologue so please look foward to the real chapter one in a few days weeks. Thanks for reading and please tell what you think!

Anza