Note: A drabble of 449 words (hopefully it's allowed) of the after-events of chapter 46 in the manga
Disclaimer: Vampire Knight and its characters belongs rightfully to the wonderful Hino-sensei and her publisher.
The Heart's Desire
When he watches the sky turn into shades of brilliant purple, pink and blue – coloring the horizons with all of earth's magical wonders, his thoughts immediately thinks of her. The evening wind caresses his pale cheeks and tugs at his shoulder-length dark curls, whipping them against the contrasting whiteness of his skin. His thin lips, sometimes as red as crimson, purses themselves close as his blood-red orbs gaze at the sky above him. He wonders if she thinks of him as he does of her. Her gentle spirit and heart, unyielding and unfailing, always amazing him in ways he could never describe. From the moment he first saw her and reached for her – he knew his heart had been, undeniably and irrevocably, captured by the girl before him.
"Oniisama."
He turns and the sight before him captivates him as he watches the setting orange glow, giving in to the call of twilight, casts a warm, affectionate light on her. 'Almost angelic,' he muses. A benign smile spills forth from her features as his gaze befalls on her.
His unharmed hand reaches out to her. Her crimson orbs shift their gaze onto it before shifting to the heavens above them. The sky is now colored in darker shades of navy blue, grey and streaks of pale light crossing occasionally. She smiles at the sight. His hand waits patiently. She looks at him again. He says nothing but the look on his features showed that he knows and understands.
The sun sets fully behind her, closing in the light for the day and allowing the stars to take over its task as the glow in the great, vast sky. He takes in the enthrallment of seeing her with such beauty. In his mind's eye, he captures that very image of her and stores it with his many memories of her.
"You are beautiful." The words sound like the chiming of church bells, enchanting and delightful to her ears. She feels mesmerized by his unwavering gaze, certain and bold with warmth of affection. Her hand reaches out instinctively, responsively, willingly, to touch his.
The sweet, enticing scent of him – and his blood, assaults her senses and desire overwhelms her for a brief second. He smiles knowingly. He grasps her fingers in a smooth move before tugging her close to him.
"I belong to you," the soft voice of his floats to her ears before it lowers into a deeper, alluring tone, "as you for me."
"Oniisama," she whispers as he buries his face in the smooth expanse of skin between her neck and shoulder. Her hand reaches to his dark curls and lovingly touches them with tenderness. "I have returned."
"Welcome back."