A/N Crack!pairings. I'm not sorry, hehe. Pre-Rido.
Disclaimer: Simply put, I do not own VK.
Cruel
Chapter One: Kaname
Why don't you love me, Sayori Wakaba?
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Time seemed to be going extra slow tonight for Kaname Kuran. He banged his head against the wooden table, pinching his legs hard with his long fingers. The pain made him alive.
He didn't want to see Yuuki tonight. Yuuki Cross, the infatuated girl with no real awareness of what was going on. Kaname smiled at the thought of the girl. She was his younger sister and supposed-wife. He himself had personally disagreed on the idea of incest, but what can he do? He was only a pureblood, after all; bound to the strict rules of society.
Everyone thought that he cared for her deeply. Everyone thought that he was in love with Yuuki Cross.
How wrong they were.
He only met her friend once on accident – she and Yuuki were next to the lake, talking. He approached them, without thinking about the consequences he would experience. He miscalculated, he was fool. He was fooling himself for thinking that he hated Yuuki's friend.
She was chillingly breathtaking, so cold and cruel. Complete opposite of Yuuki.
Her honey-blonde hair framed perfectly around her beautiful face, her slender figure was flattered by the dark uniform. But he didn't care about her appearance, she could look like the ugliest creature in the world and he would still love her. He was not attracted to her unreachable beauty, he simply loved her for her.
Kaname knew that she worried greatly about Yuuki, and knew that she was afraid of the Night Class students. She had left when she saw him at the lake, leaving him with the excited and stuttering Yuuki. He frowned at the thought. She didn't like him, he knew that. But he couldn't help himself.
Yuuki didn't know a thing. She was happy as always, occasionally thinking about her happily-ever-after with her prince charming, Kaname Kuran. He hated himself for manipulating his own sister. He hated himself for lying to Yuuki and loving a human-being.
"Why?" he asked himself, but he was answered by the silence of his room. He stared at the full moon outside his window; he had always thought that the moon was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He could disagree now. Why is he like this? Why does he feel this way?
Why don't you love me, Sayori Wakaba?
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