Disclaimer: I am not Matsuri Hino; if I was I would be writing and drawing more awesome manga, rather than writing my own Fanfictions! I simply don't own Vampire Knight. :'( Sad, isn't it?
About: A little one-shot about Senri and Rima at six-years-old. Every day, our junior Shiki plays with his Rima's hair. It's cutesy and fluffy… but I simply refer to it as adorableness :D But you know, that;s just me. I'm Senri/Rima obsessed.

He brushed her golden-orange hair back softly.

"You always wear your hair loose," he whispered.

She looked up. She was about six years old, with wide-eyes, bright and cerulean-blue, eyes that hypnotised him. He was six years old as well, with ice-blue eyes and blood-red hair that he never focused on brushing; he paid more attention to hers.

Every day he would brush her burnt sienna locks back, and play with it. "There's so much you can do with your hair."

Originally she would swat his hand away. "Stop playing with my hair!" she would scold him, but as the little vampire kept playing with her hair, she got used to it.

He continued to play hairdressers with her for five days.

On the first day, he pinned it back into a ballerina bun. "It looks cute," she said, giggling. "Thank you, Senri."

He smiled wryly. "Now when we go playing outside it won't get in your eyes."

On the second day, he braided it carefully. She laughed sweetly. "That's how I'd like my hair if I got married," she said, pondering the idea of marrying Senri. She chuckled again. "Thank you, Senri."

He smiled hopefully. "Whoever marries your is very lucky."

On the third day, he spent hours curling it. She grinned at him. "It makes me look like a model!" she gushed. "Thank you, Senri."

He smiled, embarrassed. "I think you would be a very beautiful model."

On the fourth day, he tied it into two low ponytails. "I look like a little girl!" she gasped. "Thankyou, Senri."

He smiled and whispered: "You are still a little girl!"

She responded: "You know what I mean!"

Today is the fifth day. He delicately takes it into his hand and the topaz-orange slips through his fingers like sand. He carefully brushes her fringe out of her eyes and takes a pair of scissors.

She gasps and wriggles away. "Senri! What are you doing?"

He blinks at her. "I'm cutting it," he replies.

"You can't cut my hair!" her eyes are wide.

"Just your fringe?"

She shakes her head.

"Please? I'll be careful!" he promises her.

She nods because she trusts him. "Okay."

He takes the scissors and carefully cuts her long fringe so that it stops in uneven lengths just before her bright cobalt blue eyes. Leaving a bit at the sides out, he ties her hair into two even, high ponytails. He uses black ribbon to hold them up.

He hands her a mirror.

"Do you like it?" he asks shyly.

"I love it!" she smiles. "It makes me look beautiful!"

He blushes. "You look beautiful anyway."

She hugs him tight.

"Thank you, Senri."