N: Hey y'all, it's Necro again!
T: MY GOD, NOT AGAIN! *hides under covers* I DON'T WANNA BE RAPED!
Z: Psh, that's actually become the norm for me...
K: Well, with that lovely thought, the reason the pairings for this fic is so vague is because Necro's planning on having some serious suspence in here. Until she actually reveals who's screwing whom, the pairings will remain top secret!
N: *pets Kaname* Good boy. Zero, do the disclaimer.
Z: ... Necro does not own Vampire Knight in any way, shape, form or fashion. The only thing she owns is the blue moon concept and the OC she created, Ryou. Please see below for information on the little bastard.
R: *pops up out of nowhere* HEY!
N: Because I'm bored and I already have it typed up, I decided to put up the actual first chapter of this story, in which there is lovely hot man sex! I recommend you read this chapter first, but I won't protest if you skip right to the yaoi (you horny fangirls/boys you!). Reviews are appriciated for this chapter, but the begging is further ahead!
Note before reading: Ryou has three meanings based on kanji: "cool, refreshing", "distant", or "reality". In this case, the last definition is used, which directly contradicts the surname, Ayumu. Ayu means "walk" and mu "dream, vision". In other notes about Ryou, his nickname, Choushinsei-sama, is in the style of Kuruisaki-hime (Shizuka Hiou's nickname; the Madly-blooming Princess) and is comprised of the word for "supernova" and then the honorific sama.
Prologue: America's Charm
The blue moon is a phenomenon regarded with awe no matter which species is regarding it. For humans, it is a full moon that defies expectation, an extra moon if you will, and generally considered bad in a small hangover from ancient times. For vampires, it is a magical time, the night during which consummated blood bonds are stronger than normal and the two bondmates forever faithful. However, what most people don't know is exactly why a blue moon is so revered. During a blue moon, the powers of a pureblood vampire increase exponentially in strength, and if they are lucky enough to have met their soulmate, they enter a stage frightfully similar to an animal's heat, making and consummating a blood bond with their new mate. There are only two people in the entire world who know of the properties of a blue moon, but the catch is, neither of them know the entire story.
The first person is Kaname Kuran, and he only knows about the second part. The second person is a young American pureblood named Ryou Ayumu, his family exiled from Japan centuries ago because his ancestor fell in love with a vampire hunter (how the Ayumu family is still indisputably pureblood is still a mystery to everyone); he is aware of the first part but not the second. There is a name for Ryou, one that was given to him without his knowledge, Choushinsei-sama, or the Supernova Prince, based on the purity of his dark amber eyes and the jet-black hair that so resembled a black hole that resulted from a star that goes supernova.
Ryou and Kaname have known each other for years (ever since Ryou, six months younger in vampire age, was seven), as to be expected for such prominent figures in their societies, Kaname as the Kuran Prince, the most influential individual in the Japanese Class system and Ryou as the sole surviving member of the hunter massacre that took his parents from him, the Ayumu family having basically brought the class systems over to the Americas, which had previously been a lawless organization of covens of Level Ds and emerging Level Es and a scattering of Level Cs and maybe a few Level Bs; prior to the arrival of the Ayumus, the concept of a pureblood in America, even in the United States, was utterly unthinkable. And now, after spending the majority of his teenage years (thirteen to sixteen to be exact) in England, Ryou was saying to hell with diplomacy and his duties-notoriously fewer than those of his friend Kaname, but still a pain-in-the-ass for the decorum-hating vampire-in order to attend Cross Academy with his dear friend Kaname, provided the damn Kuran would let another pureblood onto the campus, that is.
"It's good to see you again, Ryou," Kaname murmured softly, greeting the black-haired man as he stepped from the plane and waved off the various vampires who attempted to spring forward to grab his luggage from him.
"As it is you, Kaname." The shorter pureblood stretched his shoulders quietly underneath his shirt, ignoring the way the brunette was staring his clothes. Most purebloods did not wear such casual "human" clothes around, though considering that he had never had any respect for procedure beforehand and likely had spent at least half his time in London and the US wandering among the human cities while avoiding his handlers and bodyguards, it was almost to be expected. The reason for Kaname's staring was that he had never before seen a vampire wearing a gray skin-tight tee (the word Stardust written on it in a light yellow cursive), black zippered hoodie tied around his waist, black and gray braziers around his wrists with some fancy Norse script written in navy blue and Gallic in deep green, long navy blue cargo pants hanging low on his hips with the weight of the silver chain snaking around the waist as a belt (though it was highly susceptible that the only use of said chain was to deliberately make the material appear as so), and dark military green combat boots with black laces. "Kaname, if my choice in fashion fascinates you so much, I would be happy to give you a makeover myself, or at the very least supply you with a picture since it will last longer than my permission to let you stare will."
The elder blushed slightly. "You're just as disrespectful as you always were, Ryou. I don't know whether to be ashamed or proud."
Ryou smirked, gracefully leaping his elegant form over the car door into the driver's seat the shiny new red convertible (a Luxury Red 2011 Chevrolet Camaro Convertible) he'd asked Kaname to acquire for his personal use while he stayed in Japan. "You just taught me how to shake off the guards, Kaname," he replied, flashing his friend a smirk as he put his pair of beat-up tinted aviator's goggles over his eyes. Kaname, eying him cautiously as while desperately trying to recall the casualty list sent over from the maniac amber-eyed vampire over the years (... That particular count would have to be 29 squirrels, 18 lampposts, 54 assorted saplings, 4 mailboxes, and 3 other cars. There were no deaths from the human or vampire categories, though the list of near-death-encounters would have to be defined as countless by this point), reluctantly got into the passenger's seat, settling himself in comfortably and smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles from his black overcoat. "The little human shits I hung around with did all the rest." With that statement barely fading from the air, the brunette reached for his seat belt.
Ryou expertly pulled the car into the garage, moved the stick-shift into the Park position, turned the ignition off, and then moved his attention to his pureblood passenger. "Do I need to get you a paper bag to breathe in?" he teasingly asked the panting brunette.
Kaname glared at him as fiercely as he could without using his powers to flay the younger vampire alive, the effect somewhat ruined by his shaky exit from the car. "Remind me never to let you drive again."
"Hey, I didn't hit the old lady!" the black-haired male protested, a childish pout on his face as he pulled his goggles off and put them on the directional.
"..."
"That came out wrong, didn't it?"
Kaname nodded. "As most sentences would when they involve references to a car and an old lady."
Ryou snorted, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, but didn't say anything else on the matter. In fact, he even sobered up a little as he tipped his head back so that his amber eyes could meet the moon. "A full moon's coming," he said quietly. "The third in a season long enough for four."
"A blue moon."
"Exactly. Promise me you'll be careful, Kaname."
"When am I not?"
"Everyone," Kaname announced to the gathered vampires curious about the presence of the other pureblood they had sensed, "this is my old friend, Ryou Ayumu. Treat him with the same respect you would me." He turned to Ryou then, giving the slightest smile he could with a twinkle of sheepishness in his wine-red eyes. "I would show you around myself, but I have reports to finish that were supposed to be in to the Senate yesterday."
"I understand, Kaname," he replied quietly, his mouth quirking to the side as he impishly added, "I mean, if you were in my place, you'd have a heart attack from knowing my work is dated about a month earlier than it's actually due because of my remarkable ability to procrastinate beyond that anyone I've ever seen." Both pureblood chuckled at that, Kaname walking away with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Takuma bounded forward in the brunette's absence, not batting an eye at the strange appearance of the black-haired male. "Welcome to the Moon Dorm, Ryou! I'm Takuma Ichijo, and this is Hanabusa Aido and Akatsuki Kain, they're together-"
"TAKUMA!" the blue-eyed blond boy protested, blushing fiercely and trying vainly to hide it in the collar of the boy with the golden hair.
"-Senri Shiki and Rima Toya, they're models, and Ruka Souen."
Ryou bowed from the waist, well-aware from his years with Kaname that it was a traditional way to greet people. "It is a pleasure to meet you all."
The other vampires murmured generic replies, though Ruka's eyes, a burnt gold rather than a pure amber like Ryou's, gleamed as she said, "Well met indeed, Choushinsei-sama."
Hanabusa's pupils dilated as he sputtered, "You... you're the Supernova Prince?"
Ryou shrugged. "Some people call me that. Other names also include Ryou-sama, Ayumu-sama, Descendant of the Western Sire, the Prince of the West, Prince of the States, the Eagle's Prince, and drop-dead sexy. I've also been called an asshole, a self-centered asshole, hedonistic, a fucking asshole, a bitchy cunt, a damn asshole, a son of a bastard's cur, and an asshole, but something tells me no one was really looking for those terms."
Rima's blue eyes were mildly amused when she murmured, "That last handful was a rather colorful list, Ryou-sama."
"Well, most of them were given to me by humans or jaded women who just found out I wasn't interested in them, so it's to be expected."
"Looks like you bat for Hanabusa and Akatuski's team then, Ryou-sama," Senri remarked blandly.
Ryou's smirk could have swallowed a small child. "Unequivocally."
Akatsuki, noticing the way the pureblood hadn't snapped at their rather vulgar conversation with them, added in, "My question, then, is why weren't you checking out Kaname-sama's ass as he walked away? Doesn't he know you're not exactly straight?"
Ryou chuckled darkly. "Actually, when we were younger, I was engaged to be his husband, but to be perfectly honest, brunettes aren't my type. I prefer the exotic colors, like silver, though I have been known to make exceptions for an exceptionally sexy ass. In all seriousness though, Kaname broke it off when I was thirteen, just before I left for England. We both liked each other perfectly fine, but we're both a little too different for any romantic relationship to properly thrive, no matter how good either of us might have been in bed."
Takuma, blushing bright red, said, "Trust me, I don't think you're missing out on all too much."
There was a collective "TAKUMA!" from all the noble vampires with a few screams of "MY INNOCENSE!" and "I DID NOT NEED THOSE KIND OF IMAGES IN MY BRAIN!" mixed in, even as Ryou was laughing his head off.
"Nice. I'm guessing you were the friend Kaname said he stayed with after the murder of his parents?" At the confirming nod, he continued, "I understand perfectly. Kaname's sense of timing for his masturbating was... iffy at best."
The screams increased in volume, along with the addition of "MY CHILDHOOD INNOCENCE, GONE!" from Hanabusa.
Ryou cocked an eyebrow at the younger blond male. "Who said you had any childhood innocence left for me to take?" he deadpanned, striding away to go attempt to find Kaname's room amid the maze of the Moon Dorm, a task made easier by the strong scent trail of his friend. He wanted to go bum a few blood tablets while he still could; tomorrow, he would not be consuming blood until after he had reawoken from the unconsciousness brought on by the sudden absence of the power that wasn't his to have in the first place.
"Ryou," Kaname murmured softly at the click of the door signaling the entrance of someone, the brunette only distinguishing identity with the slight scent wafted to him with the closing door, despite the fact that his attention was seemingly riveted on the paperwork on the desk in front of him and the light scratching of the elegant gold-and-onyx fountain pen that was a gift from the other pureblood for his thirteenth birthday, the one where Kaname had officially decided to take over the Kuran estate, "was it really necessary for you to discuss my sex habits and your own sexual preferences with the others?"
"Why? Are you scared they might rape or molest you in your sleep, Kaname?" the black-haired male teased, his amber eyes gleaming in amusement.
"No. They have perverted enough minds as it is, without you adding fuel to that fire. The only difference is that now their imaginings are going to be interspersed with two purebloods instead of each other and random prostitutes."
"Well, as long as the dreams are bloody hot, in both meanings of the word, and I look drop-dead sexy, I'm okay with that, to be honest, which how could either of those criteria be missed when I'm involved?"
Kaname sighed. "Nice to know your modesty has no boundaries."
Ryou shrugged. "I don't have a mate, so it doesn't need any. Hey, do you have any blood tablets I can borrow?"
"In the little cabinet in the cupboard over the sink in the bathroom. Seriously though, aren't you even a little concerned about the blue moon?"
"No." To be honest, Kaname, I plan on experimenting with it...
Kaname tightened the vampire hunter cuffs he'd stolen from Zero's room around his wrists until they nearly cut into his skin and drew blood. He didn't want to hurt his precious Yuki by mating with her; if he lost control for even a second, he could end up awakening her true nature, and then all his years of work would be wasted for a mere moon's satisfaction. There would always be other blue moons for him to mate with his wife. As moon-high came, the pureblood threw back his head and howled in agony, the brown in his normally-mahogany eyes being replaced by a fierce crimson. The beast inside Kaname had come out, and it would not be contained tonight, not when it was finally close to the one person who was Kaname's true love.
Ryou's eyes glowed bright crimson rather than their usual amber, made that way by the seven glasses of blood he'd drunk, the bitter aftertaste of the tablets still hanging in his mouth. Moon-high was almost upon him, and his gaze focused abruptly on the glasses in the room he was staying in, the slightest narrowing of the orbs instantly shattering the glass to such a fine powder that he could only see the fragments with his further-enhanced gaze. A predatory smile lit up his face, and he stood, his eyes losing that slight ring of amber that signified his sanity. Ryou's beast had caught the scent of its mate, and it had decided that now was as good a time as any to take what it saw as Ryou's.
R: ... Just read the next chapter...
I'll also show you a sweet dream next night.