Hello! Welcome to my new fanfic and also to my profile :3 I have been writing fanfics for a while now and this is my first one to be published on . I hope you enjoy it and I always appreciate reviews, comments, etc ^^
The story is already underway and I do hope that you can follow Sakura and Kyoko's journey through all the twists and turns :3 I have taken a little bit of creative license so it doesn't line up fact to fact with Vampire Knight hunters but it's for all the more fun :3 Take care and enjoy the fanfic!

He was a boy. She was a girl. They met, fell in love, had children, and died. No other words, no names, not even a face to these two people. All we know is about their offspring, the two that would carry on their name. But… What happens when we put a face on the faceless? A name on the nameless? A story behind the storyless?

His name was Kyoko. Hers was Sakura. They met, fell in love, had children, and died. But there is much more behind the story than any have been willing to unearth…

Until now.

-Sakura-

The sandbox's sand squished beneath my feet, oozing out between my toes and sticking to my pinkish skin. The soft giggles of the other children were fading as they rushed to play with their friends, but one remained in the sandbox with me. My gaze flicked up from the sand as I tossed my shoes to the side, and soon I caught sight of the black hair shadowing over the ice blue eyes.

Toga was so shy… He was always so shy around the other kids as I watched his hand pick up a little sand, then let it fall through his fingers. He rarely said a word to anyone else… but me. It was because I shared my lunch that mother made for me on occasions when he would have nothing. He said that his family didn't have money… And that it was because his parents fought constantly.

It was just another day of kindergarten… The spring sun was high above the clouds, warming my body and the light uniform I was wearing. It felt itchy… But Mother told me many times that I had to wear it no matter what, or I would get in trouble. I let out a soft sigh as the sun moved just partially overhead, until I looked back at Toga. Recess was about over… Maybe if I tried one last time…

His hand picked up a little sand again, letting it fall away, before he looked up at me. "…Do you want to play?" I asked him again, the third time during this recess. His face seemed to pale at the thought… and he quickly shook his head no.

Well, even if his answer had been yes, it wouldn't have made a difference as the recess bell soon rang. The collective groans of the other children was easy to hear, and I soon joined the groans. I slid up to my feet, brushed some of the sand from my uniform skirt, and looked back up at Toga. He was still playing with the sand, picking up a stick and drawing soft circles in the dry dirt…

"We're going to be late, Toga…!" I sighed as he refused to move from his spot, as if he had not heard the bell in the first place. We had been late to lunch three times this week already, and I refused to have to give up my pudding cup again just because we didn't have time to eat. So without hesitating for a moment, I rushed over, grabbed Toga and our shoes, and pulled him out of the sandbox. He barely whined… It was strange from his usual complaining when I would have to drag him off to class.

But I pulled him anyway. The guardians of the school were already starting to corral the children in, and others were starting to check the gates. They did this every time before and after they went out to play… One of the kids had started a rumor saying that they were looking for vampires and Level Es, but that was silly… Level Es would never go near a school full of hunters. Plus, it was only a nursery story that the grown-ups would use to scare them, saying that vampires would grab them and take them away if they strayed too close to the fence.

…But it would explain why the grown-ups always looked so serious and so on edge when they checked the fence.

The guardians guided them inside the school with haste, and I looked up to the front of the building, looking again at that symbol that stretched across the front… The hunter's symbol. It looked like a flower… But with deadly thorns intertwined with its petals. It was to show the strength of the hunter… And the beauty of the hunter that was guarded by the array of thorns.

The caretakers quickly proceeded to take them to their classroom. They were the only children in the school… The first generation of the Cross Academy. It was lead by their Headmaster Cross… The vampire with no fangs, they called him. It was a silly thing to call a hunter… Why would a vampire be a hunter, and a vampire be without fangs? So silly…

I looked up at the guardians that were ushering us into the classroom. I recognized some… Some had been ones that were coming to her home. They would talk with Mother, murmur softly to her, but usually it left her crying… The words that they would pass to each other were about Daddy.

Daddy… hadn't returned from his hunting. He left before my first day of kindergarten. He promised to take her to the classroom for the first day, show her around, help her make friends… But he hadn't been home. Now, every night, Mother and I waited for him on the porch for him to return home. Mother promised him that she would wait for however long it would take to return home… And so was I.

The classroom opened up to us in moments as the door swung away, revealing the desks all lined up in a row. Fresh clean papers were resting on their desks, including their lunches that they were all given. Every seat had a lunch bag placed on the desk… Except Toga's. He said his mother never bothered herself with paying for his lunches, which was why the chances of him ever gaining a meal was slim to none.

Meaning that I was sharing my lunch again with him.

"…S-Sakura, you can let go…" the meek voice spoke behind me, making me look back and looked back at the pale blue eyes. A faint blush was crossing his cheeks… I wondered why until my eyes turned down to our hands, still firmly locked together.

I quickly broke the grip without another second, a faint blush coloring my cheeks as well. It felt warm… as warm as the sun. I giggled, even if nervously, and looked back up at Toga. "S-sorry… But I brought a chocolate bar we can share~!" I tried to make it up to him immediately. Toga hated to be touched, even by me. Whether it was shyness or something else, I couldn't decide…

Toga let out a faint sigh of relief and followed me into the colorful classroom. It was just another day of kindergarten… The other children flooded their desks, tearing into their lunch bags and giggling to each other about what their parents had brought for them. The teacher was not yet in the classroom, which was suspicious… But it only meant that it would give them more time to talk and eat before classes would resume again.

I had just pulled myself into my chair, with Toga scooting his chair next to mine to sit next to me, preparing to tear into my lunch bag… when the doors opened.

All thirteen children's heads perked up at the sound, looking up to the door. A familiar figure stepped out… Headmaster Cross. His long blond hair nearly overshadowed the amber eyes, the amber eyes sharp and cold… The coldness nearly chilled me to the bone every time I caught the sight of them, and I soon forced myself to look away. The strange, jagged sword, symbols from the hunter's association patterned onto the blade, remained by his side as it always had whenever I saw Headmaster Cross.

"…Now students. We have an important new addition to our classroom, and I hope you can treat him with respect. …He is an elite."

An elite… My mind swirled back to my mother's warning just before I had started this kindergarten class. Elites… were the most powerful of hunters. Headmaster Cross was an elite… Their blood came from the most powerful branches of hunters, and no one must ever cross them. Underneath the elites were the scattered remains of those branches, known as commoners. This would include every other hunter underneath the prestigious clans. The rest of us were nothing compared to the elite's power…

There were no elites in their school, other than Headmaster Cross. Mother had told me that elites trained under their parents and remained at home for their training and schooling, like how commoners were. But there was one rule that was most important…

Never tangle with an elite.

Don't talk to them, don't question them, don't look at them. If an elite talks to you, do whatever they wish… Because elites were the ones that would control every aspect of the commoner's work, and could easily make a life hell.

"…His name is Kyoko Kiryuu," Headmaster Cross finished as he stepped back from the doorway, and revealed… a child. He… looked the same as me, except he was a boy. There were no bulging muscles, weapons bursting from his body… He was just a… kid. Why was everyone afraid of an elite if they looked the same as everyone else?

The other children, though, seemed to know the stories of the elite, and knew better than to think the same… They seemed to almost cower away and lower their heads. Two men soon came into the room next, but each of them were silent. They guided 'Kyoko' to an empty desk in the back of the classroom… The one directly beside my own.

Toga gasped softly and quickly gripped onto my desk, trying to drag it away from the empty desk. He seemed to be afraid… But there was nothing to be afraid of! "…Toga, stop that! Don't be rude…" I scolded him like my mother would scold me, and he immediately stopped, though he didn't see to be any more at ease than before…

The elite followed the two men closely, never meeting the eyes of the other students, never lifting his head as it stared at the ground. He had a soft mop of white hair, one that cascaded down his face and nearly concealed a pair of dark blue eyes… They stared down, refusing to meet her gaze, even as Kyoko slid into the seat beside me. The men stepped back, turned, and exited the room all the same… But I doubted that it would be the last time that the two men would be guiding the man around, as if he was their prisoner.

Kyoko remained deathly silent, as silent as the rest of the classroom as the children sometimes shifted with unease. But I scanned over him all the same… He looked… Lonely. And hungry…

I looked back to the brown bag that was placed on by bag, still unopened. I carefully peeled back the flaps that contained the food inside. There, I saw the object of my desire… A pudding cup. Chocolate even, my favorite. My little fingers wrapped around the cup and the spoon and looked back up at Kyoko. …I knew that I was going to hate myself for what I wanted to do, but…

"…Would you like some?" I asked the boy, but I quickly saw him stiffen at the sound of my voice… Did I do something wrong already? I felt the frown crease across my face slowly, but I tried again… "…It's chocolate… It's really good…"

Still no answer… Or no answer except the sign of his hands tightening into faint fists, his knuckles turning white under the strain.

Maybe I had to do it by myself for once… I bit back a sigh and leaned slightly out of my chair. Toga hissed something behind me, but I ignored it. The boy was just as hungry as Toga was… He was thin and he wasn't about to admit it, either. There was no reason why I couldn't help him, and there was no reason why I shouldn't, either.

Delicately, I placed the pudding cup on his desk table, and placed the spoon beside it. When he didn't move to take it, I only prodded it closer to him. Finally, the elite hunter moved… His dark blue eyes looked down at the pudding cup, surveying it slightly, before his hand slowly wrapped around the pudding cup and slid it closer to himself.

Success…

A faint smile tugged at my lips as I watched him peel back the lid and pick up the spoon but cautiously. At least he was listening to her… "…We have playtime in a little bit. Can we… play together?" I murmured to him, trying to keep my voice down from the others, especially Toga, to hear me. That was the last thing I needed right now…

The dark blue eyes flashed to my face, scalding into me like hot fire. I couldn't suppress the shiver that pulled down my spine as I looked back… The eyes were… chilled. There was nearly nothing in those eyes but a dark pit of… nothing. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. Not even the other hunters or the elites held those eyes…

The eyes stared at me, but he didn't speak… He didn't want to play? Or maybe… "…You know, play… With… toys? Playing house?" The eyes stayed on me for a few moments longer… but eventually they looked back to the pudding cup and Kyoko picked up the spoon. He didn't even know how to play…!

The shock numbed me for a moment. There was a kid who didn't know how to play…? The thought of giving up crossed my mind at that moment, and I was nearly ready to give in… before I spotted something. Kyoko's sleeve was sliding down just slightly as he ate… and revealed a dark blotchy bruise just underneath the skin. He was hurt…?

Curiosity could easily kill the cat as I grasped the edges of my table, careful to try to not make a sound, and shifted closer and closer to try to take a better look… I reached out to gently shift away the sleeve to examine the bruise better and to see just what was wrong with him…

But then the claws flashed and a hiss ripped through the boy beside me. It was as if an animal was released at my touch as he jumped back. It was all a blur to me as pain slashed into my arm and the boy in front of me had darted away and against the wall. His lips were peeled back in a hiss, his claws extended to slash again…

Pure silence clung to the classroom, and I was far too stunned to even screech in pain and fear. But I could feel the blood slowly dripping down from the shallow cuts… Dripping slowly down my skin… Hands grabbed onto my desk and yanked it back to sit back beside him, and I could feel Toga gripping my arm to try to stop the bleeding. But I didn't feel the pain… I felt numb because my eyes couldn't tear away from Kyoko's dark blue eyes…

They were wild… Animalistic…

This was the elite's power that her mother had warned her of.

"Sakura!" I heard the teacher call out my name, but I was still numb… The hunter that was still on edge, his back against the wall, his claws dripping with blood still stared back at me, as if waiting for me to attack again. I tried to move out of my desk to try to go closer to him, to tell him that he didn't need to be afraid of me…

But then my teacher's hand gingerly grabbed my wrist, easing me out of my chair and leading me towards the door. I tried to keep my eyes on that hunter, but as the door slowly tilted its way behind me to close, my teacher spoke again… "…Sakura, this is why you must never approach an elite. They are too strong for the rest of us…"

…too strong.

…And just like any other day of kindergarten, I learned something new. Never look straight into the eyes of an elite again.