Preface: Unconditional
"Is that really all you want, Kaname? No ulterior motive at all?" Kanako crossed her legs, narrowed her eyes, and smiled sweetly.
"Yes," Kaname replied. "That is all. What else would I get from this?"
"You would never drink pure blood again without me." She turned her head and smirked. "So what is it, Kaname? My blood or my body? My looks or my taste?" She faced him again.
"Both," he replied simply with nothing but seriousness in his voice. Kanako was teasing him, but he would have nothing of it. "Your blood is unlike anything I've ever tasted, but you give me a visual treat, I guess. Why would you need to know? To you it's just… affection. Does it matter where it comes from?"
"Of course it matters!" Her smirk was replaced with defensiveness and she sat up in her seat. "That's why I'm not with Hanabusa any—" She stopped herself, but it was too late. Shoot, she thought to herself. She watched in regret as his expression changed from seriousness and between several emotions before stopping at the one she feared the most—disbelief and shock.
"What are you talking about? Aidou? When were you ever with him?"
Kanako swallowed and paused before explaining. "Last year. We were together in secret for most of the year."
"Why were you together so long? I thought you hated him." Now Kaname was just confused. Shock had worn off, in his face, anyway.
"Well, Kaname, since you must know and because I know you won't spread it around, I'm kind of still with him." She looked away, prepared for the worst.
"But why?" was his only reaction besides slightly widened eyes and… a faster heartbeat.
"Well, it's only 'cause I slept with him," she said as if it was nothing. Which it totally wasn't. She thought of his blood. Aidou's sweet blood was like no other… she could taste his emotions and he could hide nothing from her. But that wasn't the point Kaname had seen. Kaname Kuran only saw the blatant obvious: Kanako Kurenai had slept with Hanabusa Aidou and there was nothing Kaname could do about it.
"…"