A/N: I've recently been obsessed with Vampire Knight and couldn't resist starting my own AU spinoff, because the story is just rattling around in my head and I figured, why not just write it out? It is my first VK fic, so um *gulp* I hope it do it justice. The setting will be AU in a sense, because the pairings will be as followed, KanamexZero(M/M) and YukixYori (F/F) and take place before Kaname has defeated Rido.

Summary: Yuki accidentally brings to life a binding spell linking Zero and Kaname to each other in a way the two never imagined, much less desired. The spell causes new disruptions in her already confusing life as Yuki struggles with the fact of whether she can love Zero, if she loves Kaname...and why her heart aches at the very sight of her best friend, Yori.

WARNING: CONTAINS YAOI/YURI, meaning girlxgirl and boyxboy. Rated M for later chapters and such themes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight, nor it's characters, it is solely the creation of the wonderfully talented Masturi Hino. I only lay claim to my original characters and plot bunnies.

Title: Spell of a BlueBlood

Chapter 1

"Zero?" Yuki called softly, tip-toing into the living room, in search of the silver-haired boy. She'd stayed up with the Chairman, coaxing him to drink the ginger tea she'd made to help with his cold. He'd been more interested in gushing over her talent, the china cup containing the tea and anything else but actually drinking the home-brewed concoction.

As she made her way towards the front door, intending to retreat to her room in the Day dorms, Yuki finally saw him. A faint feeling of warmth curled through her chest as she realized he'd fallen asleep on one of the sofa's, stacks of books around him, one cracked open and hugged to his chest, rising and falling with his slow, shallow breaths.

The warmth registered with a sudden pang of pain and a twinge of guilt, prompting the kind-hearted girl to move forward, moving as quietly as she could, to approach his sleeping form. Snagging the quilted throw from the opposite sofa, Yuki carefully draped it over the sleeping form. She stilled as he twitched, faintly, as if registering her presence, then relaxing, sensing no danger from her.

The action drew a sorrowful expression to paint her tired face as Yuki's gaze flickered to the book clutched tightly to his chest. The pointed edge was jammed up beneath his throat in a way that she thought would surely be painful, but he slept on as if oblivious to his own discomfort. Her lips pursed in thought as she arranged the blanket around the book and then gently tried to pull it free from his sleepy-clutches.

At first, it was as if his hands were welded to the book in question and Yuki's pursed lips quickly turned to an annoyed grimace. Zero could be endearing at times, but first and foremost he could always be so incredibly irritating. It took some effort to wrestle it away from him and she wasn't the least bit surprised that he remained asleep throughout the entire thing. She huffed, jerking the edges of the quilt to cover his chest and the empty space the book had occupied a moment before.

He clutched a handful of the soft cloth, as if to make up for the sudden loss of the book, but didn't stir any further than that. Yuki stood over him, watching, cradling the book carefully in her arms, hugging the open volume to her chest. She'd kept his page marked and now as she searched for a spot to put the book down, she realized that there were various stacks of books littering the floor and coffee table.

Zero must've been doing some sort of research, she mused, glancing at the titles that either had something to do with hunter history or charm lore. Her mind flickered back to the image of his hunter master, Toga Yagari. That drew a decided scowl, she still wasn't sure what to think of the man that seemed to think of Zero as nothing more than a lost case. Her chest heaved, locking in a breath that seemed to stubborn to escape and Yuki gave herself a deliberate shake.

Now wasn't the kind of time for this. She needed to get back to the Day dorms and grab a few hours of snatched sleep before the Night class made their usual appearance and she'd be forced to play the perfect prefect again. With a sigh, she released her hold on the book, allowing it to fall back into her hands as she found herself staring at faintly glowing, cream-colored pages.

Tendrils of curiosity snaked through her as she found her eyes drawn to silvery-light blue words scripted on the page in a lovely writing that was simply too beautiful to ignore. The stubborn breath in her throat finally escaped and she found herself staring at the pages with something like awe and amazement mingled together as she reverently cradled the volume in one hand, allowing the other hand to tentatively trail across the scripted words.

Whatever kind of research he was doing, Yuki was absolutely sure she'd never seen this sort of book before—and when she held it up, checking for a title, there was none. A wave of panic washed over her as the book began to glow brighter as if in protest of her nearly closing it in her haste to see if it was something she really ought to be holding onto at all.

The brighter glow brought along a new sensation, a tingling warmth that spread through her as she found her gaze unexplainably drawn to the beginning of the scripted paragraphs on the top of the right page. It was titled as "The Test of Two Lovers" and Yuki nearly died when she realized it was a love poem.

What on earth had Zero been doing reading love poems at this hour?

That of course, brought a fierce blush to the forefront and Yuki struggled to push those embarrassing thoughts and feelings away. She didn't want to think of those kinds of things yet—at least not with Zero, he was too much like a brother to her in some ways and too much like something else that her heart wasn't ready for.

Thinking in such directions only brought another face to mind and this time the blush stayed as Yuki remembered pale light of morning dancing across Kaname's face the day before. Sometimes it felt as if she lived for the rare, simple moments like those, where she would see him in all his proud glory, practiced gentleness on display for her eyes alone as he would smile and whisper a greeting, regardless of their audience.

The painful pang in her chest, registered again for the second time as she felt the tinge of guilt darken by a few degrees. She'd had a crush on him, good grief, it'd been so much more than just an ordinary schoolgirl crush. He'd been perfect as far as she was concerned—too perfect at times, almost.

A shiver ran through her and Yuki's thoughts short-circuited appropriately as she realized the book in her hands was growing warmer by the second. She swallowed hard, her attention once more drawn to the elegant script and she suddenly found herself whispering the words aloud as she read them with quiet awe.

They were beautiful, lovely words, speaking of unbridled loyalty, understanding love, unlimited trust and a connection so deep, it was etched into the very souls of each lover.

"Betwix them, love is desperately more than life, it is never a master, never a slave, solely a whispered echo of another's heart. Time shall test them, eternity shall try them and in the sheltered hallows of their souls—forever is until the dawn of time."

Solitary tears trickled down her face as Yuki whispered the last line aloud. She blinked, uncomprehendingly, unable to understand the strange wave of grief and finding her mind too muddled to full appreciate the beautiful words speaking of a trusted bond so precious she yearned for it. Hurriedly wiping her face with the back of one hand, she struggled to hold the book, it was mysteriously heavier than before she'd started.

Zero stirred faintly on the sofa and Yuki swallowed hard, smacking the tears away from her face. The last thing she needed was for Zero to see her crying, he'd jump to the kind of conclusion that would only lead to more awkwardness between them and she simply couldn't have that right now. She just couldn't.

"…Yuki?" Zero's sleepy voice rang out in the silence of the darkened living room.

Yuki squeezed her eyes shut as two more tears trickled out. She couldn't help it at all. "Zero?" She breathed, forcing her voice to try and sound more normal. To sound like anything but the way she was feeling right now.

"Yuki?" The worry drove the sleep from his raspy voice as the young hunter struggled to sit upright with weary-laden limbs that seemed bent on refusing him. "Yuki, what's wrong? What's going on?" Sleep still held him, but Zero was making a valiant effort to rouse himself. He'd smelled the scent of salt and water, his mind making the connection before his heart did. Someone was crying and that someone was Yuki. A knife of pain stabbed through his chest and he coughed, softly, muffling the sound in the sleeve of his uniform jacket.

She still hadn't answered him.

There was a quiet knock somewhere else in the house and both heads snapped up.

Zero grabbed his head with one hand, already knowing the answer to that unspoken question. There was a faint growl in the back of his throat. He didn't want to deal with that now. He really didn't want to deal with it now. "Ignore it, Yuki." He muttered. "It can wait."

Yuki opened her mouth to answer and instead, a quiet sob escaped.

The knocking stopped.

Something dashed through the room, blurring to stop in front of the crying girl.

Zero growled, louder and more audibly this time.

Yuki gave a muffled gasp as the something turned out to be a someone that caught her up in a crushing hug. For one delicious moment, she absolutely could not breathe and then the familiar scent filled her senses and she felt her body begin to relax without hesitation. "Kaname-senpai?" She whispered, unable to believe that he was really there and really holding her.

She knew her mind was not playing tricks on her though, because Zero was suddenly there, one hand on each of their shoulders, as if to separate them and she suddenly found her voice. "Zero! Kaname-senpai…Zero, Kaname-!" The book in her arms flared a brilliant, bright yellow and Yuki felt the very breath sucked out of her body as Kaname's arms fell away from her, Zero's hand on her shoulder peeled away as the book continued to burn fiercely with the bright, warm light, illuminating the room, three surprised faces in various stages of horror, terror and worry.

As she held it in her arms, the pages with the lovely blue-silver script suddenly merged into a swirling mass of silvery-blueness and with warning, it leapt from the page in the form of pale, silken ribbons, one streaking out towards Zero and the other towards Kaname. Latching onto their left hands, the ribbon slithered beneath the shirtsleeves, disappearing from sight, but drawing quite vocal reactions from both vampires.

A tempered hiss, a muffled grunt and nearly identical snorts as both boys glared at each other.

The book in her hands seemed to grow heavier as the golden glow bled to a brilliantly vivid blue so clear that it hurt to look at it. Yuki squinted through the glaring light, her gaze drawn to the only things remaining on the pages. The elegantly scripted words had all vanished, there was only as strange blue symbol formed in its entirety by spilling over onto the other page, half on each side. As she watched, small, cursive letters appeared beneath the completed symbol and the guilty twinge burned deeper into her chest.

"…with these words, I bind these two as lovers with the sky and the earth bearing witness. Let no one break apart, that which love has taken to heart."

Two identical exclamations of surprise caught her ears and Yuki's head jerked upright to see Kaname and Zero both scrabbling with their left arms, trying to scratch at something that wasn't there.

Something that shouldn't have been there.

On Zero's smooth, creamy skin, thin, blue lines seemed tattooed onto his arm, in a twisting mass of some complicated pattern, ending just as it reached his wrist. On Kaname's pale, lovely skin, the blue lines seemed to burn even more vividly, an identical replica of the same intricate pattern displayed on Zero's body, also stopping just short of his wrist.

"You-!" Zero began, his eyes blazing with hatred. "How-" A choked sound came out instead and he clutched his stomach, an expression of intense pain immediately overwriting whatever he'd been about to say or do.

Kaname eyed him with something akin to disdain, when a peculiar wince flickered across his normally impassive features. One hand went to his mouth, hiding the lower half of his face from view as his eyes skittered to Yuki.

For a moment, she was frozen, the expression of such incredible pain left her feeling helpless and weak-kneed, a sensation that melted away when she realized that he wasn't looking at her—but rather the book in her hand. For the first time, she could read horror in his face.

For the second time that night, she couldn't breathe.

~*~*~ Whew. That turned out longer than I expected, but thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you feel so inclined, I'd love to know what you think.~*~*~ ^_^