This story idea doesn't belong to me, it belongs to fallenangel9413, prompt found here: .net/s/6087183/7/Ideas (Great idea by the way, thank you so much for allowing me to write this * bows* and for allowing me to change the pairings * bows *)
Warnings: Yaoi (Thrill pairing), possible future blood/gore scenes, and technically this isn't a warning but this is POT in the setting of Vampire Knight
Longer Summary: Ryoma Echizen has always lived in the mountains training under his father, ex-vampire slayer Nanjiro Echizen while his mother, Rinko, and sister, Sakuno Echizen, lived in the city. Ryoma and his father move back to the city and Ryoma attends the boarding school Cross Academy where there is a Day-a class of humans- and Night Class-a class made up of vampires. Within the Night Class a certain vampire catches his eye- Fuji Syusuke, resident sadist. Meanwhile little Sakuno seems to have her first crush...and on the Night Class Dorm Leader! This can't go well...can it?
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Takeshi Konomi, Vampire Knight belongs to Matsuri Hino, Story Idea belongs to fallenangel9413
A twelve-years-old boy tugged on the sleeves of his dark navy blue school uniform. He sighed and flicked a lock of his dark green-black hair out of his golden eyes. Staring at the mirror in front of him, the boy observed the person standing in front of him.
It was none other than the reflection of Ryoma Echizen.
Ryoma sighed and rubbed his eyes. He much rather still be sleeping up in the mountains where he grew up than being stuck down here in the bustling, smog-ridden city filled with annoying people.
"Home…" The word seemed foreign on his tongue and distant. No matter how times Ryoma read the definition to the word, he could never grasp him and Ryoma always wonder- should that make him sad?
Whether here or up in the mountains something always seemed off.
Except for when you were with that kid…
Ryoma immediately squashed the thought and glared at his reflection but he couldn't help but ponder the strange incident that had happened five years ago… Those strange eyes…the strange smile…and especially those strange words he had spoken.
Flashback
"Tou-san! Tou-san!" the small black haired boy chanted. He raced across the meadow plain to his father who was sleeping. The man was sleeping on a pile of giant rocks. A weird magazine with some girls on it (that seemed to be giggling up at him) covered his face and gentle fluttered whenever his dad snored.
"Tou-san!" the boy yelled louder and shook his father hard. He accidentally, or maybe not so accidentally, pushed too hard and man fell straight of the rocks.
"OW! RYOMA!" Nanjiro yelled and got up while rubbing his sore back. "What do you need kid?" Ryoma pouted cutely and held out his racket.
"Hurry up and play a game with me!" the boy called out. Nanjiro groaned and settled back down on top of the rocks.
"Go explore or something," Nanjiro muttered and soon feel back asleep. Ryoma sighed and turned to stomp off.
He crossed his arms and glared at the ground and then the sky. He wanted badly to play tennis (Ryoma quickly had gotten addicted to it when his father showed him how to play) but he needed good opponents for the game to actually be fun.
Ryoma tossed the green ball in his hand. His 7 year-olds mind began to churn up things he could do.
One: Bother Tou-san more
Two: Go explore
Three: Burn Tou-san's magazines
Four: Train
Ryoma groaned and flopped back down. Was there nothing else to do up in the mountains? He grumbled and got up and began walking through the forest.
The sun had already started to set and usually Nanjiro didn't allow Ryoma to go out at night. But he was still asleep so nothing could stop Ryoma today.
The familiar dusty road seemed to grow longer and more ominous as night continued to fall. Ryoma shivered slightly in the evening wind and hugged himself to try and save his warmth.
Glancing around Ryoma quickly gathered his location, about half a kilometer from the meadow, and then another kilometer from his cabin house. Ryoma pondered for a minute before deciding to continue walking forward.
Seconds turned into minutes and soon those minutes added up to two hours. Ryoma paused and glanced around again. He could easily turn around and walk back home but he wasn't looking forward to discussing where he was with his baka Tou-san. He sighed and settled down at the base of a tree and stretched his neck.
Ryoma sighed and gazed up at the sky.
"Are you lost, little boy?"
Ryoma jumped up and glanced to the side. A man stood there wearing a trench coat and a scarf and he seemed innocent enough… to the eye. Ryoma almost choke on the vile aura surrounding the man.
"If that's the case, then can I drink your blood?"
Ryoma's eyes widened and he stumbled back. He had suddenly glimpsed fangs prodding out of the man's mouth when he spoke!
Within a millisecond the man had grasped Ryoma by the shoulders and harshly pulled his head to gain access to Ryoma's neck.
"Sto…!" Ryoma stuttered out in a fearful cry.
Thwack!
Bam!
Ryoma felt dizzy and light-headed but he quickly grasped the fact that he was free from the horrid man's clutches. He was kneeling down on the ground and then Ryoma slowly got up and gazed forward.
A boy… with brown hair and sharp red glowing eyes…
"You're a disgrace to all vampires." The strong, clear, sharp voice echoed in Ryoma's ears.
Ryoma blinked and he was able to focus on the image before him. The boy was holding the man by his neck… no… his hand was right through the man's neck just like a sword! Crimson blood flowed out in rivers and a scream filled with agony that would haunt Ryoma's coming dreams echoed out into the distilled air.
The small kid could only stare blankly with wide eyes. Something strange crawled through his body. Was it fear or perhaps something else…?
The boy retracted his hand and the man fell to the ground in a pitiful pile. But the man quickly collected himself and hurriedly dashed away. The older boy turned to face Ryoma.
The older boy had his hand rise, licking the remaining blood that stained his hand away.
"Are you okay?" the soft voice asked. Sharp fangs glean underneath the moonlight.
The boy lowered his hand and gracefully strode over to Ryoma. He raised his other hand and gently brushed a lock of Ryoma's hair away.
"Y-y-yes," Ryoma stuttered. He inwardly cursed. Why was he acting like such a coward? And there was something about this boy… half of him was saying to run and the other half of Ryoma was saying to hang on to him.
"That's good." The taller boy closed his eyes and slid his face into a wide smile. "You should be careful where you wander at night, Ryoma Echizen." Ryoma's eyes went wide.
"How did you know…?" The other boy gently pushed his finger against Ryoma's lips, silencing him.
"That's a conversation for another time Ryoma-chan. Go home for the night isn't your domain nor is the darkness your land."
A suddenly wave of dizziness crashed over Ryoma and his eyes fluttered closed. His knees wobbled and gave way and he fell straight into the stranger's strong arms.
~End Flashback~
Ryoma shook his head and rid himself of the memories. He didn't need all of these lingering attachments to slow him down. Ryoma sighed and ran a hand through his silky hair.
"Ryoma! Hurry or you'll be late!" his mother called up to him.
"Hai!" Ryoma shouted back. Swinging his book bag over his shoulder, Ryoma exited his room and shut the doro firmly behind him. He quickly jumped down the stairs and landed with a small thump at the bottom.
"Eek…!" Sakuno jumped back and Ryoma gave her a bored glance. The girl immediately blush a deep tomato red and hides behind her mother.
"Ryoma!" his mother scolded. Ryoma rolled his eyes and began to mentally block his mother who continued to berate him on 'causing loud noises' and 'scaring his soft-hearted sister'. Doesn't she realize that Sakuno was right behind her?
"Yeah, yeah…" Ryoma muttered. His mother humphed and turned around to give one last adjustment on Sakuno's school uniform.
"Today is you two's first day of the school year. I want it to run smoothly," Rinko stated. "And that means I don't want any trouble and that means I better not seen any reports or any complaints. Especially you Ryoma since you're a prefect…"
I didn't even want to be a guardian, Ryoma muttered darkly in his head.
Fidgeting, Sakuno whispered, "Um…We're going to…um…be late for school." Rinko blinked and glanced at the clock and gasped.
"You two hurry and start walking! You'll be late!"
And with that Rinko rushed out a flustered Sakuno and a disgruntled Ryoma. Nothing could go wrong right? After all, it was just school…
Sitting in the headmistress's office with a bunch of knucklehead guardians was not Ryoma's idea of 'fun'. He rather be sleeping in class right now- strike that, he much rather be sleeping in general. Not to mention the fact that one of the other guardians was lecturing everyone on their behavior and anyone could fall asleep just by listening to his boring voice.
"Quiet!" Immediately all the guardians snapped to attention to the headmistress, or Ryuzaki Sumire. Excluding Ryoma, they were five guardians-one sophomore, two junior, and two seniors. Ryoma yawned and mindlessly listened to Ryuzaki give her speech to the guardians.
"There is a special note I want to make to all of you." A pointed glance/glare was directed to Ryoma who lazily cocked an eyebrow in replied. "The Council of Slayers has demanded the Night Class to be watched. Though, the slayer will be incognito for the most part, the slayer will still be watching. I stress to all of you to make sure that this year goes extra smoothly since we all understand the concept of an one-time accident, but the Council doesn't."
"We understand Ryuzaki-sensei. But all of us have one question…" one of the senior guardians said. "About a freshman joining…After all isn't the rule that only sophomore and up can be a guardian?"
"I know, but Echizen here has special training. You can trust him, as do I," Ryuzaki simply stated. "All of you, except Echizen, are dismissed. Go to class, the teachers have already been notified that I was holding the prefects and guardians for a while." They nodded and left. Ryoma gazed straight into Ryuzaki's stern eyes.
"What is it?" Ryoma asked. Sliding over some papers, Ryuzaki explained quickly.
"As you know, the Night Class is quite special. They are entirely composed of vampires. Here are the profiles of all them, and a few you'll need to keep a look-out for. The two are Kikumaru Eiji and Fuji Shusuke, the first being more prone to losing control of his bloodlust and the latter being rather…troublemaking."
Ryoma scanned over the files quickly. He flipped through the file of the dorm head (a strict no nonsense person named Tezuka Kunimitsu), two sophomores named Momoshiro Takeshi and Kaidoh Kaoru (Ryoma's first impression was that he looked like a snake), an apparently kind vice-dorm head named Oishi Shuichiro, a bipolar Kawamura Takashi (seems to changes personality when going into a 'fighting mode' whether for sports or something else), Inui Sadaharu the creepy scientist, Kikumaru Eiji the overly hyper, and finally…
A choking sound came out of the young guardian's mouth. The smiling face below him looked just like the vampire boy he met all those years ago! Ryoma shook his head at Ryuzaki's questioning gaze and quickly composed himself. Taking a deep breath, Ryoma set the files down.
"Anything else?" Ryoma asked emotionlessly.
Ryuzaki sighed, "As you know I asked a slayer to do the 'observations' for the council."
"Don't tell me…" Ryoma muttered underneath his breath.
"I asked your father to do it. Even though he is in retirement, the council still holds his judgment as quite valuable since he was rather strong. There is one last thing I would like for you to note, the prefects that I set out earlier…they are not guardians. Cross Academy is rather large, bigger than originally anticipated so we added on extra prefects to help the guardians do the normal jobs so that they could do their real duties. And keep your position as a prefect to the minimum."
"Does that mean I don't have to wear the stupid badge all the time?" Ryoma asked. Ryuzaki's forehead popped a vein.
She, with gritted teeth, answered, "Sure, whatever. Now get back to class!" Ryoma rolled his eyes and strode out of the class-making sure to rip the badge of his sleeve right in front of the headmistress's eyes. Then he quickly shut the door behind him.
Thwack!
Ryoma smirked as he heard the sound of a pen hitting the door which would've made a direct hit to his forehead had he not shut the door in time. He cracked his neck and strode on down to his first class. Knowing that he was half an hour late, Ryoma briefly considered sneaking away to take a nap but decided against it.
His mother can get amazing mad and amazing scary when provoked correctly and getting a detention for playing hooky was one way of provoking her…greatly.
"Excuse me," Ryoma slid the door open. The teacher paused in her lecture and briefly nodded at Ryoma.
"Ah yes, Echizen-kun. Your seat is behind your sister. She'll help you find the passage we are on. Continuing…"
Ryoma silently slid into his seat. Sakuno blushed slightly at the prods from her classmates but never the less, helped Ryoma find the correct passage in the book. Ryoma, in turn, slid over the notes he had previously borrowed from her (to keep up in class he was home schooled by his dad and studied the notes Sakuno had taken in class). Sakuno gave a small smile before twisting back around to face front once again.
Ryoma mentally groaned when he saw the easy passage on English. Up in the mountains, his father also spoke in English half the time and instructed Ryoma to do the same so his English was quite up to date. Sadly, the same couldn't be said for the rest of his class who were evidently failing at every sentence.
Deciding that it was worth the risk, Ryoma put his head down and fell asleep. The bell would wake him up, or Sakuno would since she already knew of his tendency to sleep at every chance. They were siblings.
The first thing to penetrate is Ryoma's ears were the sharp trill shrieking of fangirls, not just any fangirls-rabid, entirely insane fangirls. A small string of sympathy shot out from Ryoma's heart to the Night Class but just for a moment. He knew how it felt to be the target since just a while ago he had the misfortune to attract quite a few due to his debut during the tennis club. Ryoma snorted when he remembered the tennis club's first meeting. The idiot upperclassman was just asking to be smacked down.
"Make sure that the Night Class doesn't come in contact with any of the Day Class," a senior guardian muttered to Ryoma before walking off. The freshman guardian just blinked and slid off into the crowd.
The sun was sinking lower in the sky. It dipped down and the very edge of it touched the horizon. The tall gates that guarded the Night Class Dorm clanged opened and they walked over.
Ryoma glanced over his shoulder towards their direction. The Night Class was wearing their school uniform which was basically the same as the Day Class except for it was white lined with black. He honestly had to admit they were good-looking and he could understand why girls (or guys) would have a crush on them. But for it to escalate this high…Now that was beyond him. Don't these people have a smidge of pride or feel shame at all?
"TEZUKA-SAMA!"
"EIJI-SAMA, PLEASE LOOK AT ME!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
Ryoma quickly turned back the crowd and held out his arms and tried to push the massive crowd back. The fans were going crazy trying to get closer to their idol/idols. His stress and anger were sky-rocketing; he had heard that Sakuno had been persuaded to come along.
"Saa…what a lovely group we have here," a familiar voice asked. Managing to see out of the corner his eyes, Ryoma spotted Fuji Shusuke. Looking closer know, Ryoma could definitely see that the boy he saw all those years ago and this one could be the same person. Heck, even their voices sound the same! Not to mention that infuriating smile…
A red-haired boy (Ryoma recalled his name being Eiji or something like that…) bounced up and gave a wide grin to the fans. As soon as he waved, the crowd went even more hysterical and tried to push forward.
Ryoma gave his most lethal glare and thankfully some of the fans knew that they would lose a limb if they tried his patience. Unfortunately quite a few of the fans were oblivious to the danger and continued moving forward. Ryoma pushed hard and tried to get the crowd to go back again.
Ryoma sighed in relief when he noticed that none of the other class members tried to do anything. Two troublemakers were better than a full class of them. Annoyance shot up again when Fuji walked up towards the fan; a wider grin spread across his face.
A few of the fans pushed harder and Ryoma stumbled back a pace before managing to regain his footing.
"Eek..!" Ryoma's head automatically snapped into the direction of his sister's voice. They had never been that close, Ryoma only occasionally saw her when he and his father visited them during the holidays, but one of the reasons he actually took this stupid job was because of the fact Sakuno was rather timid. And her friend, Tomo-something, was a huge fan of the entire Night Class. Oh, there was Sakuno's friend, waving some sign that read something like "I love you" or whatever. And, not that he'll ever admit it, Ryoma felt a bit guilty for never being a good brother though that didn't mean he was some protective one.
Ryoma's glare turned from lethal to hell-freezing when he spotted one of the Night Class members turning around and helping Sakuno up.
Sakuno had already turned a bright cheery red as the Dorm Head helped her stand and quietly asked her if she was alright. Before she could stammer out a reply, the Vice Dorm Head had tapped on Tezuka's shoulder and gestured for them to hurry up. Tezuka nodded and gave one final glance at Sakuno before leaving her behind breathless and with her heart fluttering.
A vein popped out of Ryoma's head and he gritted his teeth. Not only was this stunt a direct violation against protocol but it had caused the fan girls to go even more cuckoo and they were pushing hard to gain the attention of one of the members-just like how Sakuno did. Ryoma's hate of fan girls grew even higher, especially now that, even though they weren't his fan girls, they were all over him. In addition, Ryoma thought that Tezuka held onto his sister's hand a little longer than necessary.
The door of the building that hosts their classrooms slammed shut as the Night Class safely made into it without any major incidents. All of the guardians sighed in relief, all the prefects sighed wistfully but were still a bit relieved and all the fangirls sighed in complete disappoint (except for Sakuno who was staring at her hand, completely dumbfounded).
Ryoma let his hair slip over his eyes and he turned and slipped out of the crowded area. He wasn't quite that used to being in such a large crowd.
Two, sharp, azure eyes watched the guardian walked away to complete his first day of patrolling. A wide grin that revealed sharp pointed teeth crossed the teen's face.
Now this is interesting…
The slender boy's head suddenly shot around and his muscles tensed. Ryoma suddenly felt a presence watching his back and he didn't like it one bit. His eyes quickly scanned the area but he didn't see any threats. Ryoma pursed his lips and slowly slid back into a regular pose and out of the battle stance.
His left hand twitched briefly over his belt where his weapon-Artemis-hung. Artemis was a long metal rod that was made to be anti-vampire though it wasn't that strong, especially against powerful vampires. It could snap into a smaller shape instead of its normal long form which made it easier to carry.
Ryoma scanned the area once more before turning and continuing walking to finish his round around the school grounds to make sure that no fans were sneaking around. At the thought of fans, Ryoma internally groaned as he wondered if every day would be just as bad.
Time continued rotating and life moved on from the first day. Ryoma simply followed its flow and didn't think much on it. The tennis club did support a few people who had strong enough skills to keep Ryoma from getting bored and quitting the club. The only thing he absolutely hated about the club was the fact that there were always fangirls surrounding the courts spouting some nonsense to one of the members-including him.
Up till now Ryoma didn't interact with any of the members of the Night Class, preferring to keep to himself and not involve himself with them any more than necessary. Truthfully he didn't care about them or this whole program about showing the world vampires and humans can live together in peace.
Ryoma internally rolled his eyes. He will admit to the fact that the program seemed to be one of the programs that go towards the whole 'greater good' what not junk. But it still doesn't have much to do with him. Ryoma was mostly bribed into being a guardian; he was offered two boxes of Ponta and his father did point at the fact that Sakuno seemed pretty involved with them.
Currently, Ryoma was inside his dorm room (to be able to do his job as a guardian/prefect Ryoma had decided to live at the school but he still went home on the weekends). He winced as he carefully wrapped a bandage around his arm which was still rather purple and yellow. The other day he and his dad managed to find time to have a quick spar and Nanjiro got a lucky hit in.
"Oi Echizen, aren't you on patrol today?" Ryoma's loud-mouthed idiot roommate Horio asked. Ryoma sometimes wanted to strangle him but usually Ryoma just ignored him.
"…"
"Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Ryoma gave him a blank-eyed stare that stated one thing- "you aren't worth my time".
Horio humphed and stumped off to bed while nursing his slightly wounded pride (he always did have to much ego).
Ryoma tightened the bandage around his throbbing bruise and slid Artemis back into its holster. He shrugged on his school jacket and then slipped out to do his patrols.
The moon had already risen above Ryoma's head. Small flashing specks that were stars glean brightly among the smooth black of the night sky. Ryoma was standing on top of a balcony to watch the grounds below. Suddenly he spotted two figures. Ryoma sighed and jumped down and walked over towards them.
His mouth was open to tell them to leave when he noticed Sakuno (the two were Sakuno and her friend) on the ground with her leg bleeding. Ryoma's left hand immediately went to Artemis.
"You two need to leave, now!" Ryoma order quickly. Tomoka (he finally remembered her name) glared and was about to start protesting when Ryoma whirled around and took out Artemis. He quickly slid into a defensive stance.
A red-eyed Eiji grinned at all three of them. He was standing with one hand in his pocket and the other arm hanging loosely at his side. Tomoka squealed and her hands flew to her mouth. His grin grew wider and then Eiji quickly charged at them.
Ryoma swung Artemis and blocked Eiji while managing to push him back. He twirled Artemis and tightened his grip on it. Tomoka began shrieking something about not hurting "Eiji-senpai" but Ryoma ignored her. Eiji growled and crouched down a bit to attack again when he suddenly froze.
The ever mysterious Fuji has arrived. An alluring grin played on his lips as he observed the scene before him. Tomoka immediately squealed as hearts twirled in her eyes.
Ryoma's eyes slightly narrowed as he stared at both of them, daring them to try and attack again. The tension in the air grew thicker and heavy that they could just taste it on the tip of their tongues.
"What is going on here?" The stern, sharp voice caused both Eiji and Fuji to snap their heads up. Standing a little ways away was Tezuka and Oishi, both with disapproving frowns on their face.
"T-T-Tezuka," Eiji stuttered since he knew that his dorm head was quite powerful, he was a pureblood. The purebloods could be considered vampires among vampires. They were vampires who could trace their lineage without finding any tainted by human blood. Purebloods also hold the most power out of all of the vampires, even the Vampire Council.
"Fuji, take Eiji back to the dorm, immediately," Tezuka ordered. His dark brown eyes flashed dangerously and Fuji complied without glancing at Ryoma again.
Ryoma still stood in his tense stance but shifted aside to let Oishi look at Sakuno's bleeding leg. He had read that Oishi had an outstanding record of blood tolerance and also had a 'mother hen' complex that caused him to worry over the smallest thing. He also continued standing in his stance because it enabled him to respond quickly to any attacks.
"The wound doesn't seem deep at all so I wouldn't worry too much about it," Oishi said. "But you really should get it checked soon to make sure nothing happens." Sakuno nodded and blushed deeply. Tomoka helped Sakuno up after Oishi used Sakuno's handkerchief to create a temporary bandage for the wound.
Wordlessly, Ryoma supported Sakuno on the other side and the three quickly made their way to the infirmary. Ryoma shivered as he had that creepy feeling from before, like they were eyes watching his every last move, daring him to do something.
The boy shook his head and then helped his sister the rest of the way to the infirmary deciding not think about it again.
Next Chapter will be up maybe tomorrow or when I finish the third chapter. Thank you for reading!