A/N: I feel like screaming "somebody stop me before I start another fic!" LOL. Actually, this is the other VK idea I had swirling around in my head for the past few weeks. It's probably pure crack at the moment, I wouldn't have a clue, but I've some ridiculous urge to dump poor Zero in this twisted world of mine and see how he fares. All the characters are mixed up and pretty much everyone from VK will make an appearance in some way or another. I can't explain my insanity beyond-read the summary and warnings.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any Vampire Knight anything, that genius belongs to Matsuri Hino. I only lay claim to my original characters and plot bunnies.

SUMMARY: Zero and Ichiru are adopted twins to the current reigning Pureblood King and Queen. Lately, Zero's royal life has turned upside down in ways he can't even keep together. Especially when he finds himself married to a handsome pureblood! Have his silver spoon years finally come to an end?

WARNING: Will eventually be Yaoi or boyxboy. If you don't like it, then you don't have to read it.

Prince Zero stared at the empty velvet case before him. He stood and stared because there was precious little else he could do at the moment. The swordmaster, Togua Yagari, stood at the center of the training room, his arm held stiffly at the side, waiting for his apprentice to return. Zero swallowed hard, his hands clenching into fists as his head bowed. The case was empty—obviously—and as far as he could tell, the twin swords were nowhere in sight.

Surely, his twin did not hate him this much.

He winced.

Okay, perhaps he did.

Zero hadn't quite meant to let slip some of Ichiru's personal tidbits at the last family dinner banquet—a weekly happening in the royal household—but he'd been drunk on blood wine and quite a few other things at the time and it had simply come out. Of course, they were both healthy young men with a mischievous streak only worsened by their inherited position of power and status—especially when in competition of each other.

The royal couple hadn't had a clue what they were getting into when they adopted the silver-haired twins well over a decade ago. Zero felt he could've warned them. Ichiru had been like this as far as he could recall and just because of his fragile appearance and sometimes troublesome health—no one would ever believe such a devious mind lurked behind such an innocent face.

"Zero?" Yagari's gravelly voice interrupted the young prince's thoughts. "You might have all the time in the world to-"

The prince turned, his expression contrite, clear lavender eyes shimmering faintly as his hands hung at his sides, perhaps cuteness could work in his favor for once. It always seemed to get Ichiru out of a tight spot. "I'm sorry, Master Yagari, but it seems that I have…misplaced, my swords. If I could have a minute to retrieve them, I will-"

The dignified swordsmaster snorted derisively, avoiding the prince's eyes. "Don't give me that flowery excuse. You mean your empty-headed twit of a brother hid them from you again?"

Prince Zero flushed a royal shade of pink from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. Apparently, cuteness only worked for Ichiru, not him. "I-it's not like that!" He protested, but the words sounded weak to his own ears.

"You're excused." The swordsmaster said, curtly. "And if you are not serious about your training then do not waste my time. The King can order his army to stand at the ready, but they won't lift a finger until I say so." Dark eyes narrowed meaningfully. "When you have straightened your priorities and decided on a course of action, I'll be where I belong—in the courtyard barracks." The armored figure left the room in a sweeping chill.

The silver-haired prince stood in the middle of the empty practice room for several long, silent minutes before he finally turned and stomped his way to the door. He cast one glance back at the empty case on the weapons cleaning table and then slammed the door shut with a darkened scowl. There were guards outside the room of course, but neither of them commented on the prince's darkened disposition as he stalked down the richly furnished hallways.

"Ichiru!" He growled the name out, intending to find his trouble-making twin and pound the living daylights out of him—regardless of sickness or health. The entire week had been some sort of living hell. Granted, he didn't even remember exactly what he'd said or done to have his twin so furious with him, but the idiot hadn't even given him a chance to apologize or explain himself.

Sure, they'd had prank wars before and sometimes had held grudges for longer than was really necessary, but this was getting to be pretty bad. All week long it had been one thing after another, the pranks ranging from silly to spiteful and childish to elaborate. His clothes tailored to the wrong length for the upcoming official wedding ceremony, exploding experiments when he assisted their tutor with the science lesson, disintegrating underwear, sneezing powder in his breakfast and finally—Zero rounded the corner in a hurry and slammed into a serving girl scuttling down the hallway.

He recognized her and the intention, but grabbed for her a moment too late and she flew back several feet, landing with something between a wail and a shriek of surprise, the single silver platter in her hand went flying—along with the crystal goblet and metal tin of blood tablets. The goblet shattered at once on the ornate stone floor and the clear liquid splashed over her and the hem of a beautifully embroidered gown belonging to one of the two newcomers on the scene.

"Oowww." The girl wailed.

Zero picked himself up off the floor with a grunt, catching sight of Ichiru and his wife, Sara. The young royal couple paused, their original expressions mirroring each other before Sara's turned to one of extreme distaste and contempt while Ichiru's morphed into something of a smirk. "Still hate the tablets, Zero?" He teased, watching as the horrified serving girl scrambled to get to her feet. Sara turned away to study a tapestry hanging on the wall.

Zero didn't answer the taunt, as he resisted the urge to tackle said twin on the spot and reacquaint him with the fists that hung at his side. His attention and anger was momentarily diverted when he realized the embarrassed serving girl was reacting in the usual manner as most royal servants did—with extreme skittishness and profuse apologies. "Don't touch those!" Zero snapped.

But his warning was late and the girl already had. She jumped at the barked command and teetered forward, throwing out her trembling hands to steady herself. One hand slammed down on a shard of glass and bright streaks of crimson flowed at once from the wound. Zero backed away, feeling familiar, unwanted shivers running through his body. His eyes fluxed red and a spasm in his stomach drew a gasp to his lips.

~*~*~*Thanks for reading!~*~*~

A/N: And to clarify the running count: There is King Rido, Queen Shizuka, Princes Zero and Ichiru and the Princess Sara (by relation of marriage to Ichiru.) I'm putting Zero and Ichiru around about 19 years old at the moment. I hope you enjoyed the read, apologies for the short chapter! *^_^*