This is my first story I hope I don't do too bad, enjoy!

Warning: Yaoi in later chapters, Dark Fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own VK

The Portrait

He lay on the floor looking up at the person he thought he knew. The person he loved more than anything, the person who betrayed him. So many questions ran through his mind "why?" he whispered. "This was the plan all along. It's what I was sent here to do." Those cold words hurt him far more than the wound on his body. It was all an act, every word of love, every caress. It didn't mean anything to the man standing in front of him, how could he had been so stupid, love only brought pain and he knew that very well yet he let himself fall helplessly and because of that he was in this situation. "My job is done" Zero took one more look at Kaname and walked away. Kaname laid there filled with betrayal and anger slowly the love he once felt for the silver haired man turned to hatred "One day Zero, I'll make you feel this pain and much more, you will pay for what you have done" with that promise Kaname took his last breath.

Chapter 1

Zero walked down the crowded streets dying to arrive to his small apartment and go to sleep, today work was extra busy, and all he could think about was lying on his warm bed.

He put his hands in his jacket pockets to keep them warm from the bitter cold air, he hated walking home in the after-work rush hour, and the shortest way to his apartment was always the busiest. Not paying attention where he was walking he collided into a petite girl "are you ok" he quickly asked helping her up, the blond girl stared at zero with her big blue eyes for an instant before apologizing and letting him know she was fine, by the looks of it she seemed to be in a hurry because she quickly picked up the papers that had fallen from her hand and bid her farewell.

Zero noticed the blonde girl left a piece of paper behind, picking it up he turned around to give it back but there was no sign of her, he looked down at the paper, it was a flayer for an antique shop, apparently, they were going out of business and wanted to get rid of the merchandise they had "maybe I'll check it out tomorrow" he thought he made his way through the ocean of people until he finally got to his apartment, opening the door he threw his stuff next to the couch and walked straight to his room all he wanted right now more than anything was to rest.

The irritating sound of his alarm clock awoke him. Groaning he got out of his bed and made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and let the water run down his body awaking him fully. Once he finished cleaning himself he got out the shower and got dressed to start the new day. He still had an hour left before he left for work so he walked to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He sat down on the kitchen table with his coffee when he spotted the flayer that lay on the table "there is no harm in stopping by and looking around after work" he said to himself. When he finished his coffee he grabbed his jacket and left. He arrived at the coffee shop he worked in, although it was morning, the shop was filled with people waiting for their coffee to start their day, he groaned and walked to the cash register greeting the costumers and taking their orders. After a long day at work, Zero was more than ready to leave. As the employers greeted each other farewell, Zero was the one left to close the shop.

Instead of heading straight home, Zero decided to stop by the antique shop. Zero opened the doors to the small shop and was greeted by a small old lady. Zero looked around the store he didn't find anything that caught his attention, when he was about to give up and leave he saw something through the corner of his eyes, there on a shelf were all different kinds of paintings in display, he wasn't an artist but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate a good painting, there were all different kinds. The one that stood out from all the others was a beautiful painting of a young man; the portrait seemed to be missing the other half. As Zero studied it closely, he noticed the man's beautiful crimson eyes, he had chocolate brown locks that fell to his shoulders, Zero was mesmerized by his beauty. The man was holding his hand out to someone but that's where the portrait ended. "I wonder who you're looking at with such gentle eyes" Zero whispered to himself lost in the man's gaze "Can I help you young man" Zero was caught off guard and jumped at the sudden voice, he looked back and the old lady was standing behind him, he took a second to compose himself. "Yes… Do you know what happened to the other half of this painting?" Zero asked. The woman looked at the painting and the looked back at Zero with a gentle smile "I'm afraid not young man. The painting simply came like that." Zero examined the painting for a minute before grabbing it and turning back to the old lady "I'd like to purchase it." Zero walked out of the antique shop with his new portrait. He hanged the painting on the wall and looked at it, he couldn't shake the weird feeling he got, every time he looked into those crimson eyes he felt as if he had seen them before, maybe in a dream within a dream.

Zero's phone rang breaking his daydream. "Hello?"

"Zeroo, it's me, daddy" Zero recognized that voice. It was his beloved adoptive father. "Kaien, what do you want" he asked in a very annoyed voice. "Why are you so mean" Kaien whined "When are you coming to visit, Yuuki is in town and she wants to see you." This caught Zero's attention, he hasn't seen Yuuki for years, he remembered they used to play together all the time when they were younger. "I'll stop by tonight to say hi" he replied. "Great! I will prepare dinner then" Kaien said cheerfully.

Zero hanged up the phone and went to take a shower and get ready. He wore casual blue faded jeans with a black button up shirt leaving a few of the buttons undone leaving his neck tattoo exposed. When he finally got to Kaien's house he was greeted by the petite brow haired girl "Zero! It's been so long" She exclaimed happily leading him inside. Zero smiled at her excitement "It has, you've grown quite a lot since the last time I've seen you" "You have too" she smiled at him.

When the three of them were finally seated at the table eating their dinner, Yuuki went on about her job as an author; Zero recalled how she would always write stories about a charming prince who fell in love with a young man. Zero would always roll his eyes every time she shared them with him. She would always say how her grandmother would tell her stories about the prince that led her to come up with her own stories. Yuuki was a BL author. That didn't bother Zero much because he has always been interested in boys himself, but that didn't mean he appreciated the lovey dovey concepts of them. He himself didn't exactly believe in that type of love.