Yuki is a sweet girl.
It's impossible to find her compare, either mortal or vampire, Kaname thinks as he pretends not to watch her from the vaulted dorm window. She's like one white bloom in a sea of red; a snowy-white dove in a flock of crows. Where else on this earth can he find a girl so surrounded by darkness and yet unconsumed by it?
Shadows flick across the walls, scattering the light from the distant yellow lamps outside through the branches of the trees. There's no moon tonight, and the stars glimmer weakly above in the blue-black sky.
"Are you thinking we'll have rain, Kaname-sama?" It's Ichijou at his back, as always lately.
"Mm." Kaname watches Yuki sprint out of sight, lost among the shivering leaves of the campus trees. "Perhaps later, after midnight."
He can hear Ichijou's smile when he speaks. "After all good little girls are in bed?"
Kaname doesn't smile, or turn around. "One can hope."
The wind is fitful; perhaps there will be rain, after all. Kaname silently urges Yuki to finish her rounds quickly and get home, because nights like tonight--
"Ah," Ichijou sighs out a long breath. "This wind makes me restless. Even I want to be out, you know?"
"Mm." Kaname leans one shoulder against the cool window-glass. "And the others?"
Ichijou half-laughs. "Just as restless. Aido in particular-- you know how the night gets his blood up."
Kaname can just picture Aido pacing his room, bright-eyed, impatient as a hungry cat. He'll be difficult to deal with tonight, filled with that ice-sharp energy that always precludes his hunger.
"If anyone leaves the dorms--" Kaname begins.
"Yes, yes." Kaname can picture Ichijou's hands-up gesture of placation. "We'll face your wrath, of course. Even Aido isn't stupid enough to go out, no matter how much he wants to. No matter how much we all want to." The 'all' is apparently emphasized for his benefit.
Kaname doesn't reply. The wind rattles at the windowpanes, singing a bright, lonely song. Come to me it whispers, seductive. Come to me and hunt. The night is yours, Kaname.
Somewhere out there, Yuki is enjoying the brush of the wind. Kaname can picture it tugging at her clothes, lifting her hair, leaving her soft pale neck exposed...
"Go," hisses Kaname, suddenly. "I want to be alone."
He hears the door click shut almost before his words are done.
Outside, the trees rustle and sigh. Come out, Kaname. Come out, come out. The sky is an endless stain of ink, dark and velvet-soft.
Yuki is a sweet girl, Kaname thinks, without compare, either mortal or vampire.
It is for her sake that he closes the drapes and stays inside.