SUMMARY: The kiss lasted only for several seconds. It was not for romance, or for reconciliation.
DISCLAIMER: Vampire Knight is Matsuri Hino's.
A/N: I normally write at night, but I woke up from a four-hour sleep this morning with these thoughts in my head. Inspired by chapter 46. Best viewed in ½.
"Zero! Are you okay?"
The pain was nowhere near anything he had felt before.
It was nothing like enduring his own presence while the woman he loved had adored his immortal enemy; nothing like the fiery madness he ardently contained while he had pointed his gun at her through his door; nothing like the inevitable loss of his sanity when it had been revealed in front of his glowing eyes that she was a Pureblood too.
Now they were standing only a few feet from each other, but he knew the world separated them.
The cold, cruel wind swept past the two, bringing her hair into the air with her scent wafting towards him. Despite himself, he minutely thought of how he liked her tresses shorter, because when it was only down to her shoulders, she was still the girl he had known—his friend, his home, his love. Things were now different, circumstances had changed and her locks were past her waist for the blood of the enemy was inside her.
While the suffering was almost unbearable, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into an embrace. He asked if the girl he knew was still inside of that bloodthirsty body. She said yes, but added that girl from before and the creature now were one and the same.
His chest twisted at the truth.
A rapid, burning hunger sped past his control. At the back of his mind, he wondered if this was just a dream. He wished it were, for if he were a truly asleep, he wouldn't have to undergo this torment—the confusion, the guilt, the hatred.
At this moment, it was about her blood. By god how he desired her blood, for he was one of them, too, whatever their differences at levels may have been. He was disgusted at himself for such greed, yet he allowed his fangs to bury deep into her neck and savor what would be her last remnant in him.
His soul trembled with rage.
After he took his breath and her taste, there was nothing left but the parting of their ways—harrowing, unavoidable, necessary. She would be with his rival, whom she could spend the eternity with; while he would live on pursuing his objectives as the Hunter he had meant to be.
But then, as time permitted, the trice was all about him and him alone. He cupped her delicate face with his slender and skilled hands, and brought his lips down onto hers. He was gentle and she was unresponsive. She stood still like a flightless being, merely waiting for the incident to end.
His heart refused to keep beating.
The kiss lasted only for several seconds. It was not for romance, or for reconciliation. It was just his little selfish indulgence before everything in his world crumbled thoroughly—a memento, a final declaration, a closure. It was undeniable, however, that when their lips had met, his life with her had come back to him in blinding flashes. He had endured the kiss, his temporary death.
"The next time we meet, I will kill you, Yuuki."
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