There are sorrows so painful
They should pulsate
Only one time.
Requiem I
"Kiryuu. I'm just Kiryuu to you."
The weight of these words buried my heart since that time. The part of my heart that wanted to cry and scream for a long time, this part cried and wept that day.
My heart wasn't hesitating. The conscience of the role that I assumed was gradually becoming clearer. The participation in the meeting between vampires and hunters made me realize the character that I had assumed: the bride of pure blood. I went to the reunion with that conviction: I was determined to be Kuran Yuuki, a pureblood able to protect those I loved and who wanted to maintain peace. I thought I wasn't weaker. I thought there was no more Yuuki Cross. But those words revealed what I was hiding.
The reunion was scheduled some time ago. The disappearance of Kaname was a fact that had spread wildly. Vampires who kept their fangs away from human necks realized that this was the time to get fresh blood. The chaos is imminent. The need to abandon fear and distrust was crucial. Vampires and hunters had to align their spirits under one ideal. It was necessary to pierce the veil of suspicion. The fragile bond that coexistence was constructed upon was very close to being broken. For that reason I called some night class students. This was a message to the opportunistic vampires and at the same time, it was a sign of cooperation with the hunters. But when I walked into the room I felt a dense atmosphere. Vampires and hunters were positioned so polarized. This clearly showed that there were two distinct sides. It wasn't a unit.
"It was not what Mom wanted."
- We can already begin. Kiryuu-kun will come soon.
Fear.
Sadness.
Thirst.
All those feelings come to life with the sound of that name. All those sensations have only one name.
- It's a little delicate, Director. It's hard to be confident when you have a vampire like Kiryuu. Few vampires have that thirst for blood. His greed impresses the most sanguinary among us. Kiryuu's reputation worries us.
- Yes, we heard a rumor that he doesn't discard any piece.
"...he doesn´t discard any piece..."
Zero's gobbling people up to the limit.
A sense of terror was creating consistency in my stomach. A man who despised his own lust for blood, a man who became what he hated the most…
Zero, who has always hated vampires,
Zero, who never wanted to hurt anyone.
Zero should feel disgusted with himself…
It was what I thought.
- In fact, an aberration. If he were one of us, we would kill him before he became a Level-E. But he's an Association's dog.
An old vampire said those words and they seemed to talk about something so distant, so hidden, so unrealistic.
A freak.
Kill.
Level-E.
- Gentlemen, we know he will not live forever. So we should not rush things. Let us avoid animosities.
I don't know who said it. I don't remember because at that time my fears were my masters. Forever. He will not live forever.
No.
A dense and bitter tear fell from my face, and it announced to myself that the storm that I had repressed had finally come.
