A/N: This story has been on my computer for months. But I'm still working my other stories. The title was inspired by Coldplay and the writing style is a bit different from what I normally do. I hope it's okay:)
Warnings: Yaoi/KxZ/Un-Beta'd-spelling and grammar mistakes
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight. This lofty piece of work belongs to Matsuri Hino. Nor do I own Swallowed in the Sea, it's Coldplay's.
Chapter 1: *~* On Impact *~*
That feeling you get when you meet someone and felt like you've met them before?
Well that's exactly the sensation that impounded me when I ran into him. I was in a rush, already late to my meeting and didn't notice the other figure until we were both sprawled on the floor.
A scowl was set firmly on his face and he looked quite displeased to say the least. If the frown wasn't there I would have to say he had quite an agreeable face, almost pleasant. But the frown was there so I didn't say.
"Sorry." I got up bowing apologetically. I offered him my hand but he refused which, to be honest, I thought he would. He had that stubborn look in his eyes.
"Just watch where you're going next time." The boy with silver hair and lavender eyes said. He looked familiar. Where… but where?
The figure turned, but I caught on to his shoulder before his feet could meet the ground, the action surprised both of us. Surprised me, for I was never this impulsive, surprised him, because well, I was stranger, and was growing even more strange by the second. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Have we met before?"
He only looked at me a second, an unreadable expression marring his features, before he shrugged my hand of his shoulder and walked past me.
Well that was…rude.
But I ignored it, and it was probably best to forget this whole encounter.
I looked down at my watch. I was definitely late now.
I hated meetings.
I least the ones that involved a lot of kissing up. I heard loud sucking noises from every corner of the room. I wasn't an idiot; Asato Ichijo was trying to pull a fast one on me. Trying to get me to agree to a new contract that would give him half of the company, and that silvered haired boy was still on my mind. Damn it.
"So how do you feel about it Kuran-San?" A false smile was placed on his face which, to me, was the face of the devil. I felt like throttling him, that's what I felt like. But saying so wouldn't help any, so instead I said "I'll put it in consideration."
And everyone in the room knew that's my way of saying drop dead, that's how I said no, never. The look on Asato's face could make the most stoic man die of laughter. He looked enough to kill, and enough to cry. I just smiled in response.
"But…" he started, "At least sleep on it. It's a great proposition for this corporation." Me and Takuma exchanged glances then, "Fine." A made a gesture and the paper was handed to me.
"Fine," I repeated "I'll sleep on it. What else do want me to sleep on, but make sure its soft I have back problems." The whole room was laughing, except Asato. Now he looked enough to kill. His eyes said "one day I'll get you." I just smiled at him. So the meeting wasn't that awful.
Business ran later than usual, and I clocked in at twelve in the morning. I had compunctions about returning home late. My sister had currently taken residence in my house because I was closer to her school. So she lived with me during the week and with our parents on the weekends.
I didn't mind, I liked having her around. She was all smiles, and didn't kiss up to me. Not that she had to.
Yuki, you're still up?" I locked the door and heard the TV, adding to the drum of background noise.
"Uh-huh"
"Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Nu-uh"
"Yuki?"
The brunette turned off the TV and gave that look she always gave me. It was the look that tipped you off she was about to sass you. I tipped off everyone, even random strangers in the street.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" She came over to me wagging her fingers. "I was so worried, you were out so late. I hope you're not in bad crowd." The dramatics where humorous and she put her hands to heart like a worried mother.
"I am in bad crowd." I told her grinning slightly. "Didn't I say Asato is the worst crowd yet."
"Mmmmhmm." She nodded agreeing and then out of nowhere. "I have a friend coming over tomorrow."
It wasn't a statement, it was a hidden question.
"School?"
"No, no school tomorrow. Student holiday."
"Have I met this friend before?" I sat down on my chair and began opening my laptop.
"I don't think so, we just became friends." She was smiling wide now. That sweet smile that tipped you off that she was excited.
"It isn't another hobo is it?"
"How dare you?" She said in mocked hurt. "Kiryu Zero isn't another hobo."
And at the name something stirred inside me, but I didn't know what. That name was familiar, but I didn't know why.
"No boys in house Yuki."
She puffed out her cheeks. "Zero's not a boy, he's an old grouch. He's even stuffier than you."
I'm not really stuffy. Not really.
"Fine. But go to bed."
She clapped her hands together and yelled, "Thanks nii-san." kissed me on my cheek and ran upstairs. She never told me the time
After about an hour I decided to head to bed. I made my way up the stairs and into my dark room.
There was no need to turn the switch I'm just going to head bed. I put down the proposition Asato had handed me. I lied; I wasn't going to sleep on it. I wasn't going to sleep on it, or near it or above it. I'll let this damned thing sleep in the trash. The trash can sleep on it. And one day Asato could sleep in the trash as well.
I undid my tie and lay on my bed, still dressed in business, because I was always in business and I will be in the business of meeting Yuki's new friend.
I lay the blanket on top of me. Waiting for my fitful sleep. Waiting for my dreams about my enemies. The Enemies. But it never came. Instead I dreamed of silver hair, lavender eyes, a firm scowl, and a boy named Kiryu Zero.
I woke up to the chirping of birds. To their incessant tweets and whistles. I wasn't really morning person.
I made my way down stairs surprised to see Yuki up and bustling about, stumbling over herself.
"This is new." She turned at my remark, I meant to keep it in my head but it just slipped out, the same way soap slips out of the hand. Like I said, not a morning person.
"What's new? What?" Her cheeks were puffed out and she was red, not of anger, because Yuki never got angry really. But, most likely, of embarrassment
"You're cleaning." I commented.
"And you're still in your work attire."
She had said attire that was new too. "Brushing up for Zero. I can see your working on your vocabulary."
And this time her face did turn red with anger, but she ignored the comment.
"What time?" She never told me the time.
"Oh. Noonish" Yuki said and repeated, "Noonish exactly at noon."
"That's pretty sharp coming from your tongue." And she stuck that same sharp tongue at me.
I sat in the kitchen, and watched the brewer slowly make a cup of coffee. I looked at Yuki's direction again.
"What about lunch." I surveyed the pristine kitchen. How could Yuki invite someone over and not expect to feed them. You don't do that. It's not polite.
"Oh." She waved her hand about still clutching the duster, which had seen better dusting days. "Oh," she repeated "That's covered.
"Really?"
"Yah." She began to dust the couch, and I had to raise an eyebrow at my sister's quirks. "Zero said he can cook lunch." I almost choked on my coffee. And if I did I would be dead, and Asato would have the company and throw a real row about that. So I made sure I almost choked on my coffee.
"No Yuki." I made a deal about walking over to her. I had to show her I was serious. and look her straight in the eye. "Yuki listen. You can't-" I coughed a little. "You can't invite someone over to your home and cook for them. "And"- I ran my hand through my hair "And especially if it's a man. You can't have man cook for you in your home. It's not decent nor is it hospitable."
She sat down and placed the duster on her lap, clutching it with her small hands. "But it's Zero and-and he likes to cook and I can't cook for him, I'd kill him." She ended pretty breathless.
I sat next to her and patted her knee." Right you can't. You would kill him and then his parents would sue you, but can't because you're a minor and would sue me instead."
Yuki didn't say anything but I noticed that she stiffened at the words parents and she did what she always did when she was nervous about something, she laughed.
"Can you go out and buy something." She began dusting again and decided to dust me along with the couch.
"Yes, I may." I moved the duster out of my face but the feathery fiend kept coming back. "What does Kiryu, the not hobo, like to eat?"
Yuki crossed her arms and her brows furrowed. "He's picky "she decided," but he likes soup.'
Hmm. I thought. Pretty normal, not hobo like. "Okay I'll buy soup before noonish."
She turned and gave me a hug, that duster still ticking my head. "Thanks Kaname."
I had done it. I had bought soup for Yuki's picky, non-hobo friend. And I bought the good stuff too. I placed it on the counter and opened my laptop.
I really hated this thing. It was the bane of my existence, every time I opened it, it meant I had work. And I never, not had work, so I never was not opening it.
As I began typing away I heard The doorbell ring.
"Oh!" Yuki sprinted down the stairs in such a flurry I was surprised a tornado hadn't swooned right behind her. She could have taking the mahogany color right of the stairs with that speed. Even join the Olympics.
"He's here Kaname." she giggled, and opened the door.
And I was met with lavender eyes, silver hair and, a scowl.
*~*End*~*
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