Prolouge
Inazuma opened her big, round purple eyes and blinked. Her cheeks were flushed, and her light purple hair was whipped around her face. Her hands were shaking, and her teeth chattered. It was cold out, snowy almost. She blinked once more, then looked up at the door that lay in front of her. Even though she tried hard, she could not remember anything.
The door swung open, and another woman looked out at Inazuma. She had similar purple hair, and it hung in waves down her shoulders. "Inazuma Rin! My little girl!" she exclaimed, reaching down and easily picking up the young girl. She smiled warmly.
Inazuma felt some sort of warmth from the woman, so she leaned in and gasped, finally taking in what had happened. She had no memories at all. She began to sob a little, and the woman noticed and rubbed her head. "You don't remember, do you?" she asked, rubbing Inazuma's cheek. "I'm your mother, Naomi Rin, alright?"
Naomi walked in with Inazuma, and pointed to the silver couch another man was sitting on. He had the same purple hair, and it only eye that showed was the same purple too. He smiled. "Inazuma...how are you?" When the little girl looked at him for a long time, he chuckled. "I see."
Naomi sat Inazuma down in a little chair, and Inazuma looked down at it, then smiled a little. Naomi rubbed Inazuma's nose. "Do you know why your so confused?" Inazuma shook her little head. "Because you fell from those stairs." She pointed to the elegant staircase. "You're only 5 too." She laughed.
The man, who Inazuma assumed was Naomi's husband, smiled, gettiing up as well. "And do you know who I am?" Once again, he was answered by a shake of the young girl's head. "I'm Haru, your father. Haru Rin." He seemed proud.
Inazuma blinked, opening her pale purple eyes and reaching out a tiny hand to her father. He took it and squeezed it. "I hope your okay," he said, grinning at her. Inazuma nodded. A cold blast of air hit them in the face, and she took her hand away, looking around.
A young teen, about 15, came out from the door. He had pale black hair, and a red choker on. "I heard Inazuma was back," he choked out, and he seemed to be choking on the snow. "Where is she?" When Naomi sighed and pointed to Inazuma, he rushed over, envoloping her in a big hug. He squeezed her back. "Are you alright? I missed you so much!"
Inazuma let out a puzzled sigh. Naomi poked the teen's cheek. "She doesn't know who you are yet, silly." The boy smiled and laugh, taking Inazuma's hand. "I'm Clyde Rin...your brother. And your fiance." Inazuma tilted her head a little.
"I'm going to marry you when we're older," Clyde explained, sitting next to her on the couch. Haru seemed to be chuckling, and Naomi was glaring daggers at Clyde. Inazuma flushed, and snuggled into Clyde's shoulder, who smiled, putting an arm around her.
"She just got here Clyde," Naomi stated, pushing him a little out of the way. "Don't hog her." Clyde got up, wrapping his scarf tighter around his skinny neck.
"I have to go anyways," he said, and turned to give Inazuma a little kiss on the forehead. "I have work to do. Goodbye, Naomi, Haru. Goodbye Inazuma-chan." And he left, leaning the door open and little snowflakes flying in.
Inazuma stared at the door, and turned to her mother. She let out a little sigh and sat down again. The young girl had had enough for the day. Naomi smiled, telling her it was alright to go to bed.
And she closed her eyes.
It's horrible, I know. XD
I just wanted a little story.
NOTE: Just so you know, this plot is waaaay off from the real Vampire Knight. Don't kill me, it just is. I wanted something different, you know?