Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight or any of its characters.

Author's notes: I couldn't forget that chapter where Ichiru stayed with Shizuka until her final moments. That chapter was very emotional. So many questions were finally answered. Shizuka's and Ichiru's relationship has intrigued me so much that I decided to make a short story about them. I hope you will like it.

I stared blankly at the dull, gray sky. How I loathed the day. There was simply nothing that could satisfy my need for peace. Was there even one at the very beginning?

There really was nothing for me. I was empty. I was a broken doll. What was I living for?

I couldn't stand it. To be always the shadow did not make me as happy as I thought I would be. In fact, it was the opposite. To tell such lies about us being one made my stomach churn. One? I laughed. Were we even one at the very beginning? I laughed hard at the idea. I listened to my laughter and I began to weep. My amusing laugh turned into a disturbing cry for self pity.

My sobbing gave me a creeping feeling. No... not a creeping feeling. It felt more like I was fading. Yes! I was fading. My existence was a hindrance. I felt the earth shake as I realized how pathetic I really was. I was disappearing.

I cried my rage out. I cried my frustration out. I poured everything out. But it was simply not enough. Nothing was going to change. I was still a shadow. I was still a nobody.

The scent of the cherry blossoms was hypnotizing. It eased me a little. I gazed at the cherry blossoms as they fluttered away with the soft breeze. My tears wouldn't stop. I watched as two petals danced around before landing on the soft ground.

"Little boy, why are you crying?"

I trembled. She was sitting on a branch of the cherry blossom tree. I saw her eyes that said nothing for they were empty. For some reason, I was not afraid of her. I actually felt a connection with her. I stared at her eyes. "You. Why are you crying?" I returned her question. I knew, just by looking at her, that she was a "beast". I was taught that these "beasts" only wear human's skin just to conceal their true ugliness. But then, looking through those sad eyes made me think otherwise.

Her eyes flickered for a moment. She automatically knew that I was not afraid of her. She jumped off the branch and, like a cat, she landed as if gravity had no effect on her. The wind blew again making the cherry blossoms dance and bow down.

She stared at me for a while and I did the same to her. We didn't move a muscle. There was just something about this silence we had. It was if the world came to a full stop just for us to have that moment of stillness.

The short time of stillness finally ended. She turned to her left and walked away. Just as she moved, I smelled the scent of cherry blossoms. I looked back at the tree and tried to get a hold of its scent. The cherry blossoms, I realized, had no scent at all. I quickly directed my gaze at that mysterious woman. My eyes widened. She stood there and smiled quietly. She held out a hand and I quickly followed her.

As I was nearing her I could smell that sweet scent of the cherry blossoms. That tantalizing scent mesmerized me. I took hold of her hand, never wanting to let it go. It didn't cross my mind on how warm she actually was or how fragile she could be. I gazed up at her.

"What's your name?" she asked as she caressed my cheek with her warm hand.

She hypnotized me with her scent. She instantly knew that I was finally intoxicated with her aroma. I stood there treasuring the moment. "Ichiru." I answered.

Her smile widened a couple of centimeters up. She gathered me in her arms. I felt weak. For some reason, my eyes began to feel heavy. It wasn't unusual though. I just felt so warm and secure in her arms. It was as if I finally found my true self in her. I let my body absorb her delicate heat. I found tranquility for the very first time.

END of Chapter One

I hope you have enjoyed this chapter as much as I do. And please do excuse me of my vocabulary. I'm still trying to learn more words for I am still young (I'm sixteen if you're asking how old I really am).