Disclaimer: I am not Hino-sensei, therefore I do not own "Vampire Knight" or anything related to this manga, game and anime.
Author's Note: I just can't help myself from publishing another fic! ^^' My sincere apologies! But, I shall finish everything I started. :DD
"Picture Perfect"
-Prologue-
In one dark, snowy night, a girl with long, wavy, auburn hair and a pair of burgundy-coloured eyes stared out from the window of their mansion. She had a solemn expression, wanting to go out and play in the snow. She thought to herself, 'I wonder if it's cold like my brother told me. Or, maybe, it's soft and fluffy like the way it looks?'
Sighing, she glanced over her shoulder to see their dimly-lit sitting room full of antiques and furnishings, which seemed to be rather expensive, in her opinion.
Kuran Juuri was expecting that her whole family should be awake by now. She was a 'morning person' (waking up a few hours before dusk) and was quite different from the rest of the vampire race. Juuri was a lot like her mother; cheerful and lively. The two of them were seen as different since they did not possess the same mysterious aura as the others.
Still, Juuri thought, it's a lot better than having a depressing aura surround you, most of the time.
Just then, footsteps rang in the spacious room, causing Juuri to snap out of her reverie. She fully turned around and smiled brightly as the person she'd been looking forward to see widely awake approached her.
"Onii-sama!" Juuri enthusiastically called out, jumping into her brother's loving arms and hugging him tightly.
Kuran Haruka softly kissed the crown of her head and buried his head in Juuri's neck, inhaling her scent. He gently smiled upon her, putting her down on the ground and patting her head affectionately. "How is our little princess doing?" he chuckled at Juuri's pouting face, pulling her to sit with him in one of the mansion's many couches.
"I'm not 'little', Onii-sama!" Juuri exclaimed, looking away from her beloved brother and off to space. She couldn't stay angry at him for long, though, as Haruka tickled her in the most sensitive place in her body.
"Okay, okay; you're not 'little'!" Haruka laughed as both of them ended up on the floor, breathing hard.
Juuri coughed, a smile plastered on her cute face as she crawled back up to the couch and lay there. She grinned widely at Haruka before launching herself at him. Poor Haruka stumbled back down as he tried to stand up earlier, but was rather greeted by a blur of auburn.
They chased each other around the room until an amused cough caught their attention.
There, on top of the steps stood one Kuran Kaname with Kuran Yuuki by his side. They smiled at their children warmly, descending from the elegant steps and enveloping them in a comfortable embrace.
Yuuki carried their five-year-old daughter, Juuri, whilst Kaname had their seven-year-old son, Haruka.
Mother and children gathered around the coffee table, an elegant chess board laid out in front of them, while Kaname opened the lights and joined them, later on.
Everything was joyful and peaceful, but both husband and wife had the feeling that it would be disturbed real soon . . .