Title: The Enemy
Character/Pairing: Zero, Zero/Yuuki
Warning: Spoilers on the last few chapters.
A/N: I don't quite like this one, only I felt like I had to say something about his side, which is the reason for number two on stories inspired by the last few chapters. Also, Zero is being a stubborn old goat and the sentences are like this on purpose: to show his confusion and irritation. I might have failed at it.
Summary: He hates her, even after a year, especially after a year. It is not love.
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He doesn't love her. Not anymore. It's something of the past, something that he had a year to get over. A year of twisted dreams and broken passages to remind him that he is alone again.
(And it is all because of her.)
His apartment feels too big sometimes, void of the smells of cooking and sounds of homework that used to hit him every day. Walking into the kitchen, he stares at the empty cabinets, the useless refrigerator. He should probably get rid of those. He doesn't eat as much anymore, can barely hold down the food. The tablets fill his meals.
Now in his bedroom--he doesn't head for the bathroom, avoids it like the plague--he lets himself think of it more carefully. A momentary weakness, a lapse of judgement. That's all it was.
That's all it has to have been. She is the enemy.
His fingers feel warm still and he blames it on the weather. A fever, perhaps. He hasn't had one in years but you never know.
Closing his eyes, he can see her face swimming in front of him. She looked...confident. Sure of herself. Not as lost as she did when she came to him asking for help, wondering who she was and where she came from.
(She doesn't need him for strength anymore.)
If anything, he guesses she must have been happy. Of course she was--she had Kaname. It's always been about him and he didn't expect that to change when she disappeared.
Angrily, he opens his eyes and gets up. It's going to be one of those nights, the ones where he can't sleep and has to go hunting. Need s to go hunting. He pulls out the list, ignoring the names on the top as he searches for a name, any name.
Her eyes stare at him from the page, wide and young and innocent.
She's the enemy, he repeats. It doesn't sound as true anymore.
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