Disclaimer: Ownership? Me? Absurd! In other words…I don't own Vampire Knight.
Prologue
Statistics don't lie.
Social intermingling had to be the most laborious task to ever bless the school grounds, and cataclysmic hormones were to blame.
I can safely say that the Day Class of females is the most undermined social group in the entire student body. It's sad really, since the XX chromosome makes up for more than half of the brains in the entire system. I can only recite one word that accurately describes the level of Night Class worship. And that would be, phantasmagoric.
I must be missing something. But whatever I'm missing, my curiosity isn't so cataclysmic that I wish to hop on the fangirl train… would you be surprised to know that there is a conductor to said train? After all, such a locomotive must have a conductor.
And her name is Yuuki Cross. Now perhaps she isn't as gung-ho over the elite class as the rest of the girls are, but I see the way she looks at Kaname Kuran with those cutthroat eyes…
Yes, I'm exaggerating a bit…but that's just in my nature.
But anyway, while she's busy gawking over the Night Class as if every one of them are composed of diamond fibers, Zero's in the corner looking extravagantly surly. I honestly don't know what goes on between those two, but there is obviously something. If not, why would Kiryuu have a look on his face that can only be described as hideous?
They were the two worst prefects on planet earth. It was imperative that personal issues did not get in the way of duty, dissolving the thin line of order and sanity. That is why I'm turning in my prefect signup sheet tomorrow morning, and I won't be rejected.