Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight, or any of its characters, other than Sakura Yakuza.
In this story, one of my personal favorites of my own, Yuuki Cross has followed a path with Kaname Sama, and has chosen to become a vampire. She is now a vampire, and in the Night Class. She and Kaname Sama are a pair now. Keep these facts in mind, as they will be a vital part of the story.
The door shut quietly behind me, and I stepped out into the moonless night. A frigid, chilly breeze swept by me, bringing back the icy memories of my past. I shook them off, and focused on the present. I took a step forward, my boots soundlessly moving across the pavement. As I looked into the deep, evergreen woods, I couldn't help but think that the evening seemed almost as dark as my future. The only light that I could see was coming from the elaborate, almost so overly intricate that it was eerie. It reminded me of the ghost stories that my mother used to tell me when I was little. She would sit at the foot of my bed, turn off all of the lights, and scare me out of the sheets. Every time somebody entered the house. Every time somebody died.
I forced those dark, foreboding thoughts away, storing them in my sub-consciousness, and took long, determined strides that made me look a whole lot braver than I really felt. In the distance, I could hear the wheels of the car bouncing along the pavement, leaving me to walk into my doom all by myself. The mansion was getting closer, making it seem so large I would have to bend backwards to see the top. I felt disconnected from my feet, so it was almost as if the house was walking to me, rather than vice-versa.
The more that I thought about it, the more I wanted to go back. By the time that I reached the front door, I was so close to turning around and running away, had the door not swung open and a boy stepped out. He held the door open with his left arm, and looked me up and down, as if I was a disgusting little rat on the floor. I shied away from him bashfully, wondering if I'd made his 'I approve' list. I hadn't. He had spoken to me in a disgusted tone, obviously not impressed with my clothing. "You're new." Terse, to the point, and very obvious.
"Yes." I replied. His face was beautiful, flawless, and his eyes spellbinding and hypnotic. I feel as though I might have fallen into them had I not regained footing.
He rolled his eyes at me, and ordered me to follow him. "Headmaster Cross is itching to meet you." He told me, his voice unconvincing. "What's your name?" He asked, not even bothering to turn to look at my face.
"S-Sakura." I stuttered. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He's out of your league, idiot! I didn't like him, but he was intimidating.
"What happened to the last name?" He demanded. Now I really wanted to run.
My last name was never a topic I was comfortable discussing. "Yakuza." I had said, a little bit stronger now. My father used to play a card game in which any number below twenty was good. Though the numbers 8-9-3 seemed to add to a large sum, it added up to twenty, which meant you got yakuza.
To be yakuza means to be worthless.
I shuddered at the thought of being worthless. When I lived with my master, I was forced to work hard. Whenever I screwed up, Master would curse under his breath and called me a worthless little twit. Since I had never known my parents, I didn't know my last name, so after a while, he began to call me Yakuza.
He snorted. "Nice last name, worthless." I cringed at the words, and let a single tear slide down my face. He must have saw me crying, so he quickly said, "I'm sorry. My name's Aidou. I'm sorry for being so rude. I had to skip class for this." Though uncertain and still upset, I nodded slowly, and wiped the tear away with the back of my hand. Classes at night? How cool was that?!
We approached an ornate door, carved to perfection. Aidou knocked on the door gently, and we waited. Nothing. He knocked again, a little harder now. Once again, there was no answerer. This time, he was pounding on the door with all of his might. "Headmaster Cross!" He shouted. "Wake up! Someone wishes to meet you!" I could hear feet hit the floor, and then reluctantly trudge across it to the door.
The door opened a crack, and I caught a glimpse of a man with glasses. He, too, scrutinized me, but this time, I did not feel nervous. As soon as he had gotten a good look at me, he seemed to have come to life. The door swung open, smacking Aidou in the face. The man grabbed my hand and began to shake it up and down vigorously. "And you must be Sakura…Yakuza." Even headmaster Cross had trouble saying it. He looked at me pitifully, and said, "Come inside. Let's figure out that schedule of yours."
He let go of my hand and I followed him into the dark room. He turned on the lamp, and there before me was and office, with a desk and a round carpet. There was an open door to the right, and beyond it there was a bedroom, the bedspread ruffled slightly. Headmaster Cross shut the door behind me, and took a seat in his desk. I gazed around the room once; it was neat, as if a tidiness storm had blown through, and the only trace of messiness was a piece of paper on the floor. My eyes then settled on him. He was middle-aged, with gray hair that was once a fair, blonde color, I could tell. He was still in his nightclothes, wearing a stupid, pointy hat that you only see in Manga books. His hair was tied up in a casual ponytail, and his glasses were the tiniest bit crooked.
"So, I didn't quite catch it. You are Sakura Yakuza, yes?" He asked, taking a stack of papers on the right side of his desk and briefly flipping through them. I gave him a quick nod. "Wonderful!" He began frantically searching for something. "Oh, where did I put it?" He mumbled.
"Hmm?" I asked, not quite hearing.
"Your schedule, where did I put your schedule?" He checked in every one of the six desk-drawers and lifted up his books to see if it was beneath them. I took another quick glance around the room and spotted the lone sheet of paper, cold and by itself on the floor. I slid out of my seat and picked it up. "Ah!" He said as I handed it to him. "Here it is." He removed his glasses and picked up a pair of wire reading glasses. As he adjusted them into place, he set the paper on the desk in front of him.
"Ok, so here it is. Your dorm number is 115. Here's a map." He peeled a paper off the stack, circled my dorm and then handed it to me. I took a look at it and a bell went off in my head.
"I think you got it wrong. I shouldn't be in this dorm." I said. The dormitory he had circled had been the Moon Dormitory, which was where the night class stayed. I did not belong to the night class.
"Oh, no. I believe I got it right." He smiled at me.
"But…aren't there special requirements you have to meet to be in the night class?" I asked. I knew the answer.
He looked shocked for a few moments, then shook his head and said, "Do you know what the requirements are?" I shrugged. He sighed and murmured under his breath, "How do I explain this?" Then, raising his voice, "Well…My records say that you have been…er…bitten, by a certainsomethingthatyoumayormaynotremember." I tried to work his words through my mind.
"Um…" The lingering dark memories from earlier brightened, and flashed before my eyes. A scream in the night, blood on my parents, their cold, still bodies. And then, teeth. Those awful, gleaming white, dagger-sharp teeth. A voice, It will be over soon. Pain, and lots of it. Oblivion. The color was drained from my face. I gulped loudly, and nodded sharply. Cobwebs were caught in my throat, so no voice came out. The words rang clear as a bell in my mind, Yes, I remember, but they were caught in the web.
He caught my blank, pale expression, and hustled forward, "Oh, that's good. It was a pureblood, yes?" I tried to make sense out of these words, as well, but it was of no use. I had never heard the term before. I shrugged a second time. "I think it was. You are in the Night Class. It may be difficult at first…they tend to…lose control at times." That didn't sound too good. He quickly added, "But don't worry, Kaname Sama and Yuuki Cross will do their best to make sure nobody's hurt."
I glared at him. I did not like the situation I was in. I did not want to be in a dorm with vam-va-them. Just humans would do. I shook my head. "I can't be with the Night Class. It's either that I'm in the Day Class, or I'm outta here, and I'm telling everyone I know not to come here either." That was harsh, but I figured he deserved it.
He laughed. He laughed. Of all the things to do, he laughed at me. "Ha! Alright. I'll see what I can do." He picked up the pile of papers and flipped through them again. "Hmm…" He said every once in a while. It was making me nervous. I began to fiddle with my thumbs, and I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he yelled, almost so loud I fell out of my seat, "Ah ha!" I looked at him expectantly. "It seems I have just remembered that Yuuki Cross is no longer in the Day Class! I'm so dumb. I'll tell you what." He said, and I nodded wisely. "I'll give you her old room and put you in the Day Class…if you promise to behave, and join the Disciplinary Committee."
I was far too eager to accept. "Of course! Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!" I practically knocked him over in an attempt to hug him.
He sighed, adjusting his glasses again, and said, "Here's your uniform." He handed me a white shirt, a black jacket, a black skirt, and black socks. "Shoes are of your choice, must be black or white, yaddayaddayadda." He said. "It looks as though you are off the hook. Here is your new dorm." He circled the other building on the map. "And your room number is 115, same as if you were still in the Moon dormitory. Your roommate will help you around tomorrow, I'll see to that, and the disciplinary committee duties begin after your classes. You will meet up with Zero Kiryu after school, the other disciplinary committee member, and he will give you the proper instructions. Got it all?"
I was too excited to answer. I was free!—almost. But no more slave work around the estate for Master, just kicking back, doing school work, and having fun. I made a mental note in my head about that Zero Kiryu guy. "Thank you, Headmaster Cross, for everything." I collected my bags, and my uniform, and slipped out of the room, passing through the hallways.
Those beasts lurked in the shadows, and I saw them in the classrooms. I heard a teacher explaining the Vampire class system, and so I stood on my tiptoes and peeked through the window. I saw all of those students, beautiful and perfect, just like that guy Aidou. There was only one girl who stood out from the rest—imperfect, slightly flawed, messy, and just plain different. She was more beautiful than any human, and yet more rugged than any of them. Behind her sat a tall, devastatingly handsome guy, his hand on her shoulder, his lips so close to the bare skin on the nape of her neck. I felt a pang of jealousy. Someone so average, so normal, got him. Somebody like me.
Suddenly, the teacher looked my way and pointed to the door, and the boy stood, taking long, graceful strides towards me. Closer, closer, closer. Why aren't you running? The voice in my mind commanded. I was afraid, I didn't know what to do. The knob slowly turned, and he pushed the door open. For an agonizingly painful, yet beautiful moment, our eyes met, and I felt as though I would melt. I was a deer, caught in the headlights of a truck speeding down the highway. He said a million things without saying anything. I could feel my breath become ragged; we were the only two on the planet.
The deer bolted.
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