Sincerely, Your Hopeless Romantic
Prologue: Keeping Our Distance
Exquisite oblivion within the darkness,
Hearing nothing but wanton moans,
Feeling nothing but heated touches,
The way tonight felt so wrong it was torment,
But the wrong was too perfect to regret,
For this will all be over as tomorrow comes,
As one belongs to reign over the Night,
The other to Hunt those of the Lost,
Just as the sun rises… both will forget,
This fleeting pleasure of lust without love…
Three bitter years inevitably passed since the prefects' High School graduation from Cross Academy. The silverette was immediately taken to the Hunters' Association for training without much as a goodbye to the school, on the other hand, the Pureblood siblings lingered in school as the Moon and Sun Dormitory heads. The hunter's agenda seemed unquestionably hectic that he not once showed his face nor even phoned anyone within the Academy…
The certain female brunette was downright upset at the Hunter, she'd occasionally visit the Association's Headquarters when she had time to spare yet the silverette was incessantly out on Missions almost as much as her brother was away on business trips. And it was surely frustrating since the two appeared so important to the world as it is now while she doesn't and couldn't do anything especially with her brother's constant security and her father's overprotection…
But that seemed to all pay off today…
Eyes unwaveringly gazed at the ocean azure sky, eyeing in a bit further; you could see the auburn rays peering out within the darkness mixing in the sea of blue. He leaned back against the leather car seat, inaudibly counting the moments as the gates of Cross Academy came into sight. Listlessly anticipating it to be the same apart from a few renovations here and there but he was completely mistaken, the Academy has improved a lot… Three years had certainly got the best of him…
A sharp intake of breath fled his pale lips right after a lump emerged in his throat… He, to be honest, was cynical of what he was to do. For the prior years, he did almost everything he could to avoid the Academy alongside with his memories in relation to it—for him—was… well… unnecessary. The feelings and emotions that he gravely suffered… they were of the past that he sought to forget. The past that ought to be veiled someplace no one can find, not even he himself could. But no matter what he did, they were there. The memories etched imperfectly within his body and soul akin to vivid scars that did beyond than just defile…
Shutting his eyes, he breathed heavily… In all his life, that was the lone place he earnestly deemed as home, everything he knew and understood was in there, his life detained within the Academy premises for as long as he could recall. The notion that if he happened to return then he may possibly never leave… It was somehow… distressing. Distressing to the truth that he feared something that he couldn't perceive, but the coiling numbness that enclosed around his throat as the car passed through the Academy's gate cast his wits screaming him to leave… But his appearance said nothing to his insurgence.
Delicate droplets began pelting the tinted windows of the vehicle, he clenched his fists as the vehicle came to a stop seconds after. Placing his perfect façade, he turns forward and started straightening out his scarlet silk tie with unseen shaky hands; the rain's light noise somehow appeased him in a way that it rendered his breath levelled. The door was opened by the chauffeur with an open umbrella, amethyst eyes gazed up as him as the chauffeur bowed lightly, "Kiryu-sama," he noted as the silverette got out the jet black car.
The hunter nodded slightly with muttered thanks as he moved on ignoring the driver, the chauffeur hurried to the silverette's side covering him with the umbrella. But the hunter shifted ahead as he unlocked the trunk to get his luggage and quickly went towards the Main Building earning the shade from the concrete ceiling. With a weighty sigh, he lashed his duffle bag around himself as he fixed his uniform underneath his denim jacket…
He looked about and glanced at his watch, he needed to walk towards the Headmaster's residence from here on forth—the day class students appear to be asleep at this time and there were no night class students either… Well, it is a Sunday… he snubbed that thought away and opted to start walking since the rain won't likely stop at this time.
With inhuman pace, the said hunter dashed thru using the forest route. He scarcely felt the soil's slickness beneath his shoes as he wildly darted through altering everything around him into a world of distortion; unyielding branches and twigs scathed his skin lightly, beads of crimson surfaced adeptly against his pale skin staining it like ink… but every cut mended in the succeeding second deserting the rubicund dye that was swept off by the rain.
Zero came to a halt when he perceived a certain vampire's presence, his eyes shot through the darkness—