Author's Note: My first story ever on FanFic. I hope it's good and everyone likes it! (It's about ShikixRima)
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight or any characters being used.
Chapter One: Sleeping Beauty
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Rima sat with her head perched on her knuckles, elbows resting on the desk below. She sighed in a bored manner and her half-lidded eyes seemed so dull as Sensei droned on. Her cobalt orbs lowered to the notebook on the other side of her, slightly to her left.
The strawberry-blonde vampire slipped her fingers over it quickly and retracted her arm as quickly as she could as not to be seen by anyone, I mean, she is a vampire with inhuman speed, agility, endurance, and strength. Not to mention her incredible healing ability and powers.
Smirking ever so slightly, the ends of her lips curled up. Pencil in hand, Rima started to jot something down:
How long until this torture ends?
She, silently as she could (which wasn't as quiet as she had wanted), Rima ripped the paper from the ridges and gingerly folded it in a neat square before passing it under the table and placing it lightly on the boy beside her's knee.
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Shiki had been nearly dozing, lids already three fourths of the way down until he felt a light stirring and then something set on his knee as gentle as possible.
Eyes now fully open he glanced to his side where, not only his room mate, but best friend Rima sat quietly with a pencil in her hand.
Shiki smiled leisurely to himself and grabbed the pencil from her small hands as he read her note. Her small slanted letters were easily recognizable. In turn, Senri wrote out his reply:
I don't know… Hey got any pocky on you?
Passing the note, along with her pencil, underneath the table he placed it on her knee like they both always did when passing notes during class. Rima immediately snatched it up in her hands and read it.
She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his. Rima's eyes told him that she had pocky with her. Rima always did. It was their favorite snack, besides blood. They had always shared it with eachother, even in the 'wee days' of childhood.
Shiki smiled with a puppy-dog face that he knew Rima loved. Giving her a pleading look until she finally broke and handed the pocky over. Shiki smiled and tore into it quickly, the strawberry flavor burst one his tongue. It was so delicious and subsided his hunger for a while.
Before he knew it, the small folded square of paper was on his knee again. Balancing perfectly and so gingerly that it looked like it could fall even if Shiki didn't move a single inch or breathe a single breath.
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Are you also so hungry, Shiki?
Why yes, I am always hungry. It's a good thing you know me so well.
Hmph.
What's wrong, Rimmmmaaaaa?
Last piece of pocky…
They both knew that the last piece of pocky meant trouble because neither knew who should get it and they always ended up in a light battle 'to the death' as they like to call it.
Mine. I claim it first!
But Shiki! It's my pocky!
Get your own, I called it.
I just said it was mine!
And that's supposed to mean what exactly..?
That I bought it! So it is rightfully mine.
You always say that, but truly its rightfully mine because I claimed IT!
Senri Shiki, it is mine and that's final!
Soon they both wrapped their hands around the box in a death grip, determined not to let go, give up and let the other win. That would be downright embarrassing.
"Mineeeeee…" Rima hissed as they had an all out tug-o-war. "Over my dead body." Shiki retorted and tugged it back closer to him, causing Rima and her chair to skoot closer with a slight screech.
All heads looked up and stared at the scene. Rima and Shiki battling over a box of Pocky, which was sure to have the last piece in it. Rima bent over trying to keep her grip on the box as Shiki had it pulled closer to him.
Sensei cleared his throat, "Are you two back there quite finished? I'd like to go on." The old and gray man spat. Half-moon spectacles resting just below the bridge of his pointed straight nose.
Rima's face flushed ever so slightly with red from embarrassment, she definitely did not like all eyes on her. She never was one for attention.
Shiki on the other hand let go of the box and it slipped out of both of their grasp, his face falling back into a bored mask as he rubbed the back of his neck with one of his large hands.
And once again clearing his throat, Sensei continued on with the class. But Kaname-sama stared at the two curiously and incrediously before turning back to the novel he was so immersed in.
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Once all eyes were back to facing the front, the two farthest from the front frantically started passing notes again.
Mine.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Ugh, fine. Can we just split it?
Hmph…. Fine, but I want the bigger piece.
Whatever.
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Rima had indeed broken the pocky in two but she never held the promise that HE would have the bigger piece.
Sticking out her tongue, the strawberry-blonde female daintily bit into her much, much larger piece as Shiki watched her with a look of mock disgust. His piece was not much bigger than an inch.
As Rima indulged in the delicious flavor, Shiki looked at her with soft, pleading eyes. "Please?" he whimpered quietly. Her heart melted as the redheaded vampire looked at her once again with that soft look of his. Sighing in defeat, she held out the pocky and Shiki smiled, leaned forward and took a nice big bite out of it, leaving a small fraction of what had once been there for Rima.
She stared at him with glaring daggers shooting from her, now hard, blue eyes. Shiki winced and apologized quietly. But Rima just folded her arms across her chest and turned forward, towards the front and pretended to be paying attention to the lecture even though everyone here knew this lesson forwards and backwards.
Shiki sighed and leaned back in his chair, draping an arm around the back of hers casually. He saw her glance his way as she hissed, "I hate you."
"Love ya, too." Shiki replied nonchalantly as his eyes once again became passive.
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Back at their dorm, Rima lay on her side of the king sized bed she was forced to share with a boy.
Her eyebrows knit cutely as if contemplating something and deep in thought about it to. She had long since removed the black ribbons from her hair and her long strawberry-blonde locks fell in a wave. A waterfall of shining, silk smooth hair lay in a halo around her porcelain head.
Shiki, who had been playing the grand piano that lay in the corner of the room suddenly stopped (not that the vampire girl had noticed) and stood. Her back facing him, Rima didn't even notice the moving male behind her.
But the next thing she new, something large had flopped beside her and caused the large bed to quake grandly and it took a whole minute before anything would stop its motion. During the jump Shiki had made, Rima had squealed loudly and her hands gripped very tightly to the silk blankets that cover her small, seemingly fragile body.
"Rima! RimaRimaRimaRima!" he said in a quick, almost chant. Once she had stopped bouncing continuously, Rima had stared at the ceiling, chest heaving from her previous fright before turning, daggers a'blaze, at Shiki. His lips curled up at its edges in a cute, crooked smile.
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After a few minutes of staring at eachother, angered girl versus happy boy, Rima turned, her back once again facing him. And she visibly rubbed her temples as soon as she had settled back.
"Rima?" Shiki started.
"No." Came the reply.
"But why?"
"No."
"Are you still made about the pocky?"
"No."
"Are you made I scared you just now?" (At this, Shiki couldn't help but smirk lightly.)
"No."
"Are you ok?"
"No."
"What's wrong?"
"No."
"Is that all you're going to say?"
"Yes."
Shiki rolled over top of her playfully like he always did when he was overly happy. His back resting on her side. There was a muffled, "Oof." And suddenly a short line of curses as Rima suddenly realized she fell for his little, meaningless though it was, trap.
All she did was glance at him before she reached up for a big pillow and slapped him on the face with it gently before laying it over her own head.
"Arghh! What was that for?" he demanded.
Silence.
"Are you ignoring me?"
Silence.
With a sigh Shiki went on, "You know I hate it when you do this. And when I have to resort to this…"
And before Rima would even so much as lift a finger, Shiki had attacked her sides, neck, feet, and stomach with a rage of tickling.
Rima squeaked in light protest before more laughter than anyone would hear from her, erupted from her throat. She rolled over, trying to prevent him from getting at her more. But to no avail. He was still dead set on tickling her mad.
Rima buried her head into the soft plush of a pillow and laughing and screaming into it as she kicked about. Shiki chuckled over her as his own light blue eyes lit up in satisfaction, but no way was he letting her get away so easily.
He could hear her gasping for breath but he just kept at it for a few more minutes. Rima lifted her head and cackled loudly , she rolled over again and sat up, eyes bright with joy and merriment from her laughing but one could see she was trying to control herself from the depths but she could not. Senri had control, for right now anyway.
Shiki had no idea what she was doing, all he knew was that she had sat up but the next thing he knew, Rima was tackling him and had pinned him down with ease. All laughter gone, only a ghost of the huge smile lingered.
A mischevious glint caught Senri's eyes as he stared daringly into the girl's. Her hands slipped away quickly and she darted in for the kill, tickling back rapidly as he had. Loud, thunderous chuckles emanated from him as she did. "S-sto-stop!" he would exclaim between fits of laughter, "H-have mer-mercy!"
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The two lay on the bed, both gasping for breath and perspiration beaded their forheads. At times, laughters and chuckles would ripple from their throats.
Then Shiki turned, propping his head up on the palm of his hand and stared at Rima with a brilliant white smile gracing his lips.
Rima turned and delicately lifted a brow in a curious and questioning way. "What are you staring at…?"
"You." He replied, and then blinked his eyes once before he reached out and tugged on her now knotted and tangled hair. "Look what I did." He frowned. Shiki always loved messing with Rima's luscious blonde locks but he never ever messed it up. In fear she would be very angry and frustrated or that he would ruin it. So of course, he felt he should fix it.
He turned over and grabbed a small silver hairbrush from the mahogany nightstand beside the 4-poster king sized bed.
"Sit up." He commanded her. Rima frowned, "Why? Do I have to."
"Because I said so and yes you have to." Shiki said and sat up himself. Huffing, Rima reluctantly obeyed. And soon enough, a small tugging sensation reach the roots of her shoulder length hair. "What're you-? Why're you-?" she started but was hushed as Shiki replied with a shrug and a "What do you mean? I always mess with your hair."
"Shiki, you always used to mess with my hair."
Silence. Then came a:
"I don't see the difference."
Rima sighed as he gently and carefully pulled through knots. Shiki's hands were skilled, both of them were world-famous models and had a knack for things such as cosmetics and hairdoos.
The way Shiki did it so gently and kindly, it made her grateful to have a best friend like him and it also made her sleepy at the same time. Rima, unconsciously leaned backwards, still sitting, only propped up by his broad shoulders.
"Rima, I can't—…" Shiki began but as he looked down he noticed that the girl's eyes had already drifted closed and her breathing became slow and even as she settled into sleep.
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End Note: So what do you guys think? R&R! I hope it wasn't a TOTAL fail….