Accidental Happiness

Author: Suryallee

Rating: T, Mature for later chapter's contents!

Parings: Wakaba Sayori / Aido Hanabusa, others

Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Knight and its characters nor the Manga or the story.

Authors note: This is a un-beta fic, Sorry for the grammar and spelling: I am native German, please be kind.

Warning: m/f. if you have a trouble with such pairings, please leave now.

Story: Takes place after the Rido ark, with slight twists. Was meant to become a Oneshot… was is the main word here, sighs.

Summary: A near care crash on an wet road brings out wonderful changes in Yori's and Hanabusa's lives.

This, points at the chapter under her rant, was actually meant to be my aforementioned mentioned Oneshot… needless to tell you that my muse ran away with me again.

Growls.

I really did only want to write a nice short Oneshot, look what happens if you let me write unsupervised away alone here! See? Of course I did not stick to that, damn it!

Gnaws away on her keyboard in her anger.

This monster did not listen and is currently six chapters long already…sometimes I hate myself. Anyways, I hope you like it, leave me feedback if you do please, I want at least know what others thing of my little six shot? More shot? Oh hell I give up here!

Suryallee

Chapter one

"Come on Yori Chan, it's only a little further from here. Carful, there is a root prodding out in your path!"

Aido Hanabusa carefully guided Sayori over a rather wicked looking root along the forest path. Next to them a young boy not older as maybe ten years in age carried a trolley bag behind him after the pair. Now and then his red eyes looked guiltily at the young woman that looked like she had come from an warzone into the rather peaceful woods.

Her uniform was ribbed in several places and stained with dry and still drying blood stains. Her normally combed hair was a bloody mess on the back of her skull and she sported a black eye that was healing faster as normally humanly possible. One arm was in a messy sling and the hand of the other was held rather carefully from the heir of the Aido house. Through one hole in her black colored uniform one could see makeshift bandages that run around her midriff, partially stained with blood.

In one word, Yori looked like a true car crash victim!

Hanabusa groaned and stopped their walk again for a moment.

Not only to give Yori time to catch her breath but to do so himself too. He too looked like a plane crash survivor to the boy who also gave him often guilty looks now and then. Actually it was his fault, in a way, that both young adults looked like they did. Hanabusa had his left leg messily secured with a band-aid and sticks. It was halfway broken and hurt like a bitch, with each step that he took even more. His left torso was bloodstained and that had soaked through his formerly rather stylish sweater.

The left leg of his pants was cut off, the rest in tatters and scratches, bruises and bi sometimes tricolored spots made an interesting picture of patterns across his skin down to the bracer on the lower leg.

"You really sure that she isn't dying?" The boy, the only one of the weird trio that looked relatively unharmed asked for the seventh time Hanabusa in a meek voice. The blond haired Noble turned rather surprisingly fast around to the boy behind them who sat onto a bigger root and swung his legs in his attempt to hide his rather meek state of mind.

Hanabusa heaved another sigh at the looks of the ten years old. His ice blue eyes closed for a moment, next to him Yori sat rather clumsily down onto a bigger stone. She looked still more then less injured and clearly she was still confused and deeply in shock. Her mind state was equally injured as her body from what Hanabusa could say.

"Yes, I told you Touma Sama, she will be fine once we reach the holiday house of your family. So stop to be such a worrywart, there was nothing one could do as what we did. See?" He pointed at the slowly vanishing bruise around Yori's eye." She is already healing more then fine, so stop worrying. Yori Chan wouldn't want that if she was clear in her mind. That much I know about her, trust me.

Actually she would already fuzz about you instead… why am I always burdened with such difficult people!"

The boy named Touma Sama looked not that much better as the two, just a little better if honestly told. His short pants had some ribs in them and the pullover was disheveled too and on a few spots it looked like he had fallen into mud and leaves on the way. An odd cylinder hat sat on the boys blond locks, looking dented in one part and a rib was in the brim on his left side. While he spoke his fangs sometimes pocked visibly through his lips. One side of his young face had a bluish color, hinting that he too, sported some slighter injuries.

"It is all my fault!"

The boy began to cry. Next to Hanabusa Yori stirred out of her daze and suddenly stood unsteadily up to walk over to the boy Vampire and then she kneeled next to him down to take the small frame into a bear hug. The boy hung bawling at her, his tiny hands clutching her ribbed jacked in his anguish. Next to both Hanabusa looked resigned up into the dark sky. The sight was rather breathtaking but he had no eyes now for the brightly shining stars, his mind was somewhere else entirely.

Balling his fists, the young Noble swore for the hundredth time this night to kill the culprits for their dilemma slowly!

It wasn't the boy's fault, as Touma Ryutaka thought it to be, it was entirely another persons. And Hanabusa would move heaven and earth to find those assholes who had done this to them and the child Pure Blood in their care. But first he had to get the child and the badly hurt and freshly turned Yori to that blasted house around here somewhere to keep them out of more trouble so that both could sleep off the shock.

In Yori's case, more so even, that she could finish her turning in peace and heal up.

For a moment there he had feared to loose her…

Rubbing his hurting face, Hanabusa helped both up again and urged them on.

Finally an half hour later, he spotted the holiday house of that Touma Kun had spoken about. It was a rather small in cottage fashion build house that lay cleverly concealed inside the woods and from the looks of it, it had an own generator and even internet connection. Hanabusa heaved a grunt of relive. Finally he could alert the Touma clan of the state of their Pure Blood Prince and of what had happened. Not to mention his family. Together they would figure something out concerning Yori Chan and her family then hopefully, he was confident.

For the now she was safer here as anywhere else.

An hour later the sloppily cleaned up girl lay fast asleep in an bed upstairs with an equally scrappily washed up Ryutaka right next to her. The boy had refused to leave her alone in his childish fears of still loosing her. He had insisted to make her feed on his blood again, Hanabusa growled. The child still didn't fully believe him that she would survive. Somehow he could understand the boy, it was a wonder that she managed to take on the turning just in time to prevent her otherwise definite dead!

That she even made it so far with an intact mind until here was beyond a miracle even.

For all Hanabusa knew, she could have, no should have slipped into level E instead to turn so graceful into a lower C level! And she wasn't finished with her change from what he could tell, he shook his head and went to the bathroom to clean himself up a little too. Washing his hands his mind run a mile a minute. From what he recalled, Touma Kun had given her now three times a rather big amount of his sacred blood, means she would turn out more powerful as it was normal or done anymore. He clearly was attached to his rescuer. And that was what Yori was, she had nearly sacrificed her live for that of the boys without a second thought.

Washing his bruised face Hanabusa guessed that he had done the same thing in a way, or he would not look like he did now. His eyes meet the mirror images inside of the looking glass hanging over the ceramic sink. Groaning he turned off the water and toweled himself dry carefully to not aggravate his injuries too much again into smarting.

He grind his teeth dangerously, whoever was responsible and than had fled, would pay dearly!

Hobbling down the staircase was pure agony for Hanabusa but he managed it. When reaching the house and practically breaking inside to reach safety, he had hurt his arm a little. Now his elbow sported a new bruise that throbbed along with the others but he didn't care. He had spotted the computer right away and had it up running in under a minute before he went to patch them all up and lay the two to sleep.

He had even send a message to the Aido estate and the Touma clan elders. As well as the council elders and Yuuki Sama and her former stepfather Cross san in between doing this all.

To alert them of the debacle and make it clear that all three were alive, albeit a little messed up and injured. Now he wanted to check on the responses. He found six messages in the box. One was from the Touma Elders, he clicked that one first. A live stream video conversation box popped open. On the other end, a man looking as in his mid forties looked back at Hanabusa with horror widening eyes when he saw the state that the young Noble was in.

Hanabusa identified him as the elder of the clan that served the main Pure Blood family of the Touma Pure Blood clan.

"By Enma! What happened to you exactly, boy? How is my young Master, is he well?" Hanabusa nodded cut short once. "Yes, Master Touma Ryutaka Sama is fine, don't worry. The girl I spoke about in my message before managed to rescue him and me, Sire. She nearly sacrificed her own live in the endeavor. He had to turn her and as it looks she survived that undamaged and took on a full turn even, what is a marvel in itself! Considering how badly injured she got in the catastrophe!

Yori took the full hit damage from us… by all means, she should be dead.

Thanks to her we aren't as we should have been and I could manage it to grab the young Master just in time. Yori san knocked him and me out of the way and both of us fell down the slope on the side of the street but she got fully hit and flew quite a few meters through the air before she did land badly on the asphalt and rolled against a tree from the force behind the hit that she took for us. She is upstairs now, with the young master who did refuse to leave her side."

He gave the man a apprehensive look filled with worry that made the other gulp down a comment and nod instead.

He was observably paler now as before.

"I see… he properly will not give her away again if I am correct here in my musings. The Kuran Lady and her Lord Brother were here already, wanting to know what happened to her best friend. Oh what a mess!" Hanabusa could only nod to that. He had already thought as much. "Any clues to the perpetrator of this attack on you and my Master?"

This time Hanabusa shook his head.

"I wanted to give a letter from Yuuki Sama to Yori san on behalf of my Lady's wishes, that's why I was there at that buss stop. I was just talking with her when it all happened out of the blue. We were meeting by chance, my Lord. He was walking down the roadside when I spotted him, independently I might add. Then out of nowhere that blasted vehicle came and the rest happened… where were Master Touma's three times cursed Guards!"

The man on the screen cringed at Hanabusa's hotly expressed inquiry visibly. "We currently research that too, but at this time I can only assume that he wandered off alone again. He does that sometimes when he is feed up with us watching him all the time. Normally nothing happens, since he is who he is, naturally. This time it did. Are you certain that it wasn't an attack on you or him?"

Here Hanabusa nodded.

"I am very certain. It was an misfortune, due the wet highway and the use of too much speed, I am positive of that. Whoever sat behind that limousine's steering wheel, was in a hurry, not very skilled a driver or drunk and they did not even step out to look after the road kill they managed to make! The car just stopped a moment and then drove on as if nothing happened, those bastards… sorry for the cussing, Sire. But I memorized the brand and a part of the number screen while I was hit, I currently check that out. I will tell you when I find something out as you will hopefully do the same. The young Master wishes no one to interferer just to find them! He wants to punish them himself and as I know Lord Kuran Sama, he will help him out this time too. Although he is normally not known for such violence, I am deadly certain that he will this time be more than angry and make an exception. Since this concerns Wakaba Sayori sama. His honored sister practically loves her like an adopted sister.

Not to mention that I want a piece of them too!"

Here the man grinned maliciously back at the incensed looking Hanabusa, whose now red eyes currently shot icy bolds of unholy fury at the screen. The other knew, the wrath wasn't directed at him but at the ones who were guilty for the matter at hand and didn't take it personally.

"Alright, I will see to it that I too find out something, you mailed me your knowledge… it shouldn't be too hard to find them with these details known. We will talk to Lord Kuran in this matter. Please take care of my Master for us. I know he can be…taxing, but please look over it, Aido san. He is the lone survivor of his Line and the head of the sub clan and a still child, no matter what he believes."

With that the connection was severed.

Another hour later, Hanabusa rubbed wearily his face and yawned wildly.

It took him a while to make it clear to Yuuki Chan that, no, she could not come and get Yori from here, period. This was Touma land, he needed to give his ok first, no matter how much that vexed her and Kaname Sama, the latter knew this too.

His Lord would take care of her now, Hanabusa opened the next message.

It was from his mother and father who both had send three already before that he all read and had answered meanwhile he talked via mails with the Kuran's. He was told that his research after the culprits had born some fruits in the meanwhile and his father currently checked out a lead together with Sayori's father, who had been informed from Nakamichi san himself. He did know the consul personally, what had surprised Hanabusa.

Luckily, the man knew about Vampires enough to understand the delicate situation. Hanabusa felt a relieve that he rarely had done so in the past and a mountain seemed to fall from his shoulders at the news.

At least the human would not interferer, but he wanted a piece of the guilty party too as it looked. He could understand that all too well himself, Hanabusa opened finally the last of the messages. It was, again, from the Touma family and told him that they had send guards to the cottage and that the supplies would soon be stocked up. Also, a doctor was dispatched and see to them later in the following day. As well that they had informed the council on the matters at hand and that they to had joined the search.

The Hunter council too had been informed and wasn't happy about the events either.

A servant would bring them new wear and needed groceries and toilette articles very soon. He lived constantly in the Forrest area for that purpose and was trustful from what Hanabusa was told.

For now all parties agreed that they should better stay there until all was cleared out, even Cross san did say so.

Hanabusa called it a night and hobbled slowly like an old human back upstairs to look after his charges. Halfway up the staircase a servant entered through the damaged door. He had a cooler with him. Letting him bring Hanabusa a blood pack after heading it up, the Noble woke up the Pure Blood for a short while to force it down the boy's throat. Ryutaka fell almost instantly asleep again afterwards. Yori did not fully wake up either, she made less fuzz thought as the boy before and gulped down two of the brought packs actually before she fell into a deep healing sleep again.

Tiredly Hanabusa consumed a third and fourth before he fell asleep in the chair he had sat in. The servant, looking after him later put him into a blanket and lay his legs onto an ottoman then he left all three alone again.

2012 by Suryallee