"When love is not madness, it is not love."
What was it about her that made him lose his mind?
It was something, in her looks, in her voice, her eyes, the way she bubbled so enthusiastically about "humans and vampires... Coexisting!" of all things!, something that ensnared his attention, and his heart, and turned the great "vampire without fangs" into a doting Chairman who could ramble for hours about pacifism while his sweet children, the hunter boy and the daughter of the very woman he loved, looked on in exasperation.
It was mad, what love could do...
He mentally slapped himself, being caught once again daydreaming of a petite, energetic, pureblood-turned-human-turned-pureblood he claimed to hate. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the memories of her out of his head. The most recent flashback, brought on during Calculus still playing in his head, of her adorably flustered face as Wakaba-san woke her during lessons so many months ago was still haunting his thoughts.
And here he claimed to hate her...
It was madness, love was, and he almost- almost- preferred the vampire madness over this.
He wondered if it was her who was mad, or he. Pondering on this further, he determined that they both must be, each fallen for one who would never love them back. Her the charming and charismatic pureblooded leader, the one who was in love with his sister, couldn't she see?! And him, the graceful, beautiful, hot-tempered and fiery vampire beauty who would always favor her pureblood prince over him.
It was hopeless... Ah, he mentally rephrased, he was hopeless.
Was love always this mad?
A/N: Can you guess who the three not-quite-couples are? I know, it's terribly hard. ;)
Oh! By the way, this was written for vk_guardians. They have weekly prompts, and you can post/read stories there. It's at community (dot) livejournal (dot) com (slash) vk_guardians. :)
As usual, review please!
~Aly