AN: This trails off of Chapter 50 in the manga. I don't own vampire knight…obviously
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Beginning
"So what are my new orders?*" Zero asked, his voice flat and emotionless as always. It had been a year since the Rido incident and he was beginning to get used to his new life; school by day and hunting vampires by night. He kept himself busy, because if he didn't 'she' would cross his mind and spread into every corner of it like a disease. Reopening the hole he's tried to keep stitched shut.
Kein Cross looked at his adopted son, worried. He was all to aware of Yuuki's affect on Zero. It was quite obvious actually and it broke his heart somewhat that the pale eyed boy could never have her. Cross sighed in sympathy. "Well actually, the President of the Hunter's Association would like to tell you herself."
"There's a new President!? Why wasn't I told this?" Zero looked up in shock and irritation.
"She was appointed only a couple of hours ago." Cross said hands raised, flinching at the young man's biting tone.
Zero looked at the moon. 'A new President huh?' He thought while his eyes traced the inner curve of the crescent moon. "Well, where is she?"
A flash of uncertainty crossed the Headmaster's face. Than as if on cue there was a knock on Zero's door.
"May I come in?" A bell-like voice asked. Though it was muffled by the door, Zero's vampire ears heard her clearly. He knew that voice, it was Wakaba Sayori his and Yuuki's friend. The door opened and her head popped into the room to look around. Soon after she was fully in the room walking towards a shocked Zero and expressionless Cross.
"You're the new President Yori-san? But how? You only learned about vampires a year ago." He looked at the brown eyed girl, shock evident in his voice.
Yori smiled. It was true, she only had learned about vampires a little over a year ago when a level E tried to attack her. She then found out her friends and the entire night class were vampires too. Shortly after she wished to be of some kind of help to her friends and the innocent. So Yori pestered Headmaster Cross to teach her how to defeat such creatures. In all truth she did not have any intention to become a Vampire Hunter at all, but the Association had already noticed her.
"I guess you could say I'm a fast learner." Then, after seeing the silver haired boys unsatisfied expression, added, "I'll tell you all about it later." Zero nodded slowly letting everything sink in. Yori looked at him and waited.
"So," he said distantly, "What are my new orders Wakaba-sama?"
"My first order is that you never call me that again. I am Yori and always will be. Secondly, I want you to be my second in command and thirdly I need you to this meeting with the vampire world."
"Alright, Yori-san. When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow. Oh, and one more-"
The girl was cut off when Cross blurted, "This is so exciting! My son and student going to make peace with the vampires. My dream of pacifism might come true this time!!!" Yori gave the exuberant Headmaster a kind smile while Zero gave him a dirty look.
"Um, Cross-sama could you give Zero-kun and I a minute please?"
"Oh well of course! I'll be outside if you need me." He all but sang on his way out. Zero and Yori sighed as he left.
"Anyway, I need you to drink this." Yori pulled a can from out of her pack. It looked like a soda can only without a label. Zero sniffed. There was no scent radiating from it either.
"What's in there?" He asked pointing at the silver can. There was a short pause as Yori thought for a while. If Zero didn't know any better he would've thought she was trying to come up with a lie. But no, Yori had never been dishonest before and Zero didn't believe she was being so now.
He was right too, the short haired girl was simply weighing how much she should tell him.
"It's blood," she said at last. Zero raised and eyebrow. "It isn't my blood. You see my Mother was a doctor and she told me once that after a certain number of days they have to throw out donated blood. So I convinced some hospitals to give that blood to the Association. I need you to take one before and during our trip." She gave him an apologetic smile. "I don't want you to bear the guilt of sucking my blood." Zero nodded taking the can.
"Well I'll see you bright and early tomorrow. Good night Zero-kun."
"Good night."
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Zero was on the path towards the school gates, musing over the blood he had drunken last night. It had tasted fresh and the scent of it was only present when he broke the seal on the can. Never had he thought of drinking blood being thrown away by medical personnel. 'Leave it to Yori-san to find an obvious and harmless solution to the whole blood drinking thing.' Zero thought smirking to himself.
The pale eyed boy was about 20 feet from the entrance and could see a table and someone laying on top of it. It was a singular sight and he hastened his step to make sure he wasn't be coming delusional. Zero came to a two foot proximity to the table. He wasn't seeing things. The person laying on top of the table was Yori.
"Um, what are you ding?" Yori opened and eye and looked at Zero.
"You took along time getting here so I figured I'd try something out."
"And that would be…?"
"Well I figured vampires that are turned over remember their humanity and human traditions. So if I, something filled with blood- which is their dietary need- lay on a table it would be screaming 'breakfast!' So I guess this is me trying a new way to bait unruly vampires." Yori explained jumping off of the table.
Then Zero did something hadn't done in a long while, he laughed. He laughed because Yori's idea was so bizarre and yet made so much sense. While Yori looked at him with he usual blank expression (she was in fact quite shocked) and then frowned.
"Are you laughing at me Zero-kun?"
"You left out the variable that vampires are nocturnal." Zero said after his laughing fit subsided, choosing not to answer her question. He was still shaking a little though.
"I see." She turned making her way toward their destination. Zero followed closely behind.
* line from the manga
AN: This is my first fan fiction so please be gentle. Though constructive (not destructive) criticism is welcome.
