A/N: Aye, my people. I have been meaning to write this story for a while now. It's a bit sad that the VK fandom on this site is full of angsty/gloomy stories (which I like, no doubt), but some fluff/romance here and there makes the heart surgeon go away, haha. (●´ω｀●)
Anyways, without further ado, enjoy the story!
Co-author: Zerovk (It has been a pleasure to work with you, dear. (^▽^) I wish there was an option to tag you as the co-author... ಥ_ಥ).
Disclaimer: Do not own Vampire Knight (or my beautiful boys).
Magnetic Love: Chapter 1
In the haze of the afternoon, Kaname's shirt clung to his back uncomfortably. Heat poured into his veins, and the simple task of walking on the side-walk proved to be as difficult as climbing a mountain in the middle of a barren desert. It was September, and yet, the scorching heat of the sun had not lessened in the slightest.
It was worsening his already spoiled mood.
Kaname sighed, massaging his temples in extreme exasperation. He was returning from his summer break, and the idea of dealing with, putting it nicely, a bunch of idiots frustrated him beyond belief.
If he had the power to purge the entire populace of the world (except for himself, of course), Kaname would have used it without a second thought.
Unfortunately for him, his ability was far less superior and equally infuriating.
"Oh darling, I love you so much!" A woman, blonde, petite, and dressed in white, exclaimed, shooting her companion a fond smile, and then leaning her head on his shoulder. While, her companion chuckled, looking at her with the same love that was mirrored in her eyes; squeezing her hand reassuringly, "Same here, my love. You are my world."
Disgusting.
Kaname took the sight in front of him, scoffing slightly as he resumed his walk, determined to get to out here as soon as possible. The couple seemed to be head over heels for one another, simply inseparable; but what they did not know, and he did, was that they were not gonna last. Why? Their threads of fate – red, thin, and wrapped around their ring fingers – were connected to other individuals instead of each other, leading to a conclusion that they were definitely not one another's entire 'world'.
Too bad. Kaname chuckled, taking in delight over the inevitable breakup that was destined to happen in the future.
Someone might wonder, how in the world did he know that? The answer was complicated and not resolved since Kaname himself was trying to find out why was he the only one to possess this obnoxiously intriguing ability.
There had to be a reason, right?
He pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes down on another overly, touchy couple that passed by him; oblivious to his disgruntled gaze. It was one more relationship that had no future. Why did people bother? It must be nice to feel hurt, he presumed.
From a young age, Kaname had the ability to see something that was invisible to the naked eye. His eyes were capable of detecting red strings that linked people to their soulmates. Every person had a different time of being connected to someone. But, when these strings of fate were attached, they lasted for eternity. It did not matter how much a person loved another. If their string was not attached to the person they 'presumably' liked, such love would only suffer a brutal end.
If he had not known better, Kaname would have considered these 'conditions' as nonsensical bullshit. However, he had his own personal experience – very close to home.
A sigh escaped his lips at that. He shot a polite nod towards the guard, entering the gates that led to the famous Cross Academy.
Until this day, Kaname blamed himself for his parents' divorce. He should not have opened his mouth, but as the naive and overly ignorant kid he had been, he had voiced out the brutal truth – and the consequences had been dire. Kaname knew very well that the marriage of his parents would be over sooner or later; and he should not be accusing himself of something that was bound to happen, but maybe, just maybe, if he had not mentioned the fact that his father's string was chained to another woman (rather than his mother), his parents would have been with each other for a longer period of time. He would have grown up in a loving and supportive environment. A normal one, like anybody else.
Kaname gave the passing students a small smile in greeting, placing his unshatterable mask of gentleness, something he would rather not do but, at the same time, had to. If people knew his true self, nobody would want to get close to him, which he did not really mind – at least, most of the times. Still, it was better to pretend; to live a lifestyle were people praised and liked him – in comparison to being an outcast and receiving tauntings and beatings for simply existing.
Memories, painful and ingrained, flashed right before his eyes, and Kaname tightened his hold on his bag, a frown instantly marring his features.
After his 'outburst', his father had divorced his mother, moved in with that other woman, and discarded them as if they were nothing to him.
His mother's sobs and accusations haunted him every night and he was more than glad to finally move out of an environment as toxic as that and live in his own place – alone and free.
Only when no one was around, he could be his true self. No pretending. No feigning to be nice. There was no one to judge him. No one to know who he was. It was a pleasant feeling, truly it was, but from time to time, the unconscious desire of sharing these sentiments with someone; the thought of being himself around a person that accepted and loved him for who he was crossed his mind from time to time.
It would be pleasant–
Kaname shook his head, almost too quickly, and heaved another sigh. Nope. Love was overrated, and he was more than happy leading a single life without unnecessary complications. The feelings of jealousy, betrayal, and sadness followed 'love' almost all the time, and Kaname had no energy, time or even the desire to deal with them. He wanted to study, be a successful man, and a good citizen. If love happened to find him, it would be on his conditions, his terms, and not because fate decided to match him with a stranger that shared no similar interests as him.
It was a rebellious attitude towards something ungovernable, Kaname knew that without a doubt, but when his life was concerned, he gave no damn about factual information. He believed that he had this ability for a reason, and until he found a reasonable explanation for it, he would just use this power to its full potential for his own benefits.
Very selfish of him, wasn't it? He scowled, exasperated with himself.
However, if he had no luck with love, it definitely would not bother him.
He would just adopt a puppy. And be happy with it.
"Kaname-senpai! Good-evening!"
Thoughts of ridiculing love flew right out of the window. Mahogany orbs settled on the petite form of Sayori Wakaba and just like that, his heart began thumping wildly with excitement, forgetting all about his earlier thoughts and discontent as if they never existed in the first place.
Truly, his heart and mind were not in harmony with one another in the slightest. Quite humorous, ha?
"Good evening to you too, Wakaba-san."
Sayori was majoring in Chemistry and twenty years of age (only one year younger than him). Her soft, honey-colored hair made him want to run his fingers through her silky strands and her beautiful amber eyes - oh, man - rendered him flustered and speechless. She was a person of many words, and her voice seemed to melt the hearts of everyone, him included especially.
Unfortunately for him, Sayori Wakaba was the same person that made his heart race ten thousand times faster and question his overview of destined partnership.
Was it love? Or a simple crush? Whatever it was, he would not mind if it was her.
"It's nice seeing you again! Would you like to have coffee with me after classes, Kaname-senpai?"
His eyes widened, and he nodded as quickly as possible. "Of course, Wakaba-san." He hoped against all odds that his desperation was not that obvious.
"It's Sayori, Kaname-senpai." Sayori pursed her lips in a pout, looking at him dejectedly, "I think you have known me long enough to call me by my first name."
Kaname sweated, and then with an awkward cough, gave the woman a charming smile as an apology, "Yes, of course, Sayori-san. My apologies."
Sayori looked away from him, blushing to the tips of her ears. Kaname found himself falling deeper into her charm, shooting a fond smile towards the embarrassed student.
Wakaba Sayori was an endearing specimen, indeed.
"No worries, silly!" Sayori managed to look him in the eyes a moment later, a dust of pink still decorating her plump cheeks, "I will see you after classes then! Don't be late!" She beamed happily, and with that said, she quickly turned around on her heels, running inside the building.
"Hey, when do your classes end?!" Kaname exclaimed, stretching his arm out to grab her left hand with the intentions of stopping her, but it was to no use. Sayori was too fast and in a hurry to even hear him.
Kaname sighed, feeling the frustration building up in him. Was he the only one excited for this 'little' rendezvous?
However, not a second later, his eyes strayed over to his hand and his heave of exasperation turned into a gasp of surprise.
The red thread was visible around his finger.
That meant...
His gaze immediately followed the path of the red string, and his anticipation increased when he realized that it led to the same building that Sayori had gone through.
Fate was definitely on his side, wasn't it?
Without wasting another precious moment, Kaname chased the path of the string, his heartbeat becoming faster as soon as Sayori started to come into his line of vision.
If it was her, being tied for eternity would not be so bad.
"Sayori-san, I-"
His words fell short. Kaname took a longer inspection of her hand and disappointment spiraled through him immediately. It was not her. His string was not attached to her. How was this possible? He had been so certain.
His gaze strayed over to string, silently accusing it of betraying him, but after a moment, with slight curiosity, he looked at the hand that his thread was connected to, frowning deeply when he realized that it belonged to the individual standing beside her; a person who was paler and less feminine in comparison.
What in the world?
Reluctantly, burgundy orbs traveled upwards to the arm of the length, towards the pale neck, and then towards the flawless face, and Kaname's breath hitched in his throat when his eyes met head-on with a pair of deep amethyst orbs, looking at him intensely.
This feeling...Why was it so powerful?
"Kaname-senpai!" Sayori turned around immediately and greeted her upperclassmen with a smile, "Come here!" She insisted, but Kaname made no action to comply with her wishes.
The man looked as if he had seen a ghost. And it made Sayori a bit frustrated. She did not appreciate being ignored – under any circumstances.
Moments passed, her patience ran thin, and yet, Kaname still had to move an inch (or provide her with a verbal response). Sighing heavily, Sayori took the initiative, unable to keep her patience in check. She grabbed his arm, dragging him to the mysterious guy watching them silently and profoundly.
The silent treatment was worse than murder.
"Let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Zero Kiryuu!"
Boyfriend? Kaname could not have heard that right. His ears were playing tricks on him. This was too absurd, even for him.
"Zero, darling, this is my senpai, Kaname Kuran. Be nice to each other, okay?"
Betrayed was what Kaname felt by the universe. He was trying his best not to murder someone for this sheer absurdity. What was it with this irony? How could he be destined for his crush's boyfriend? This had to be a mistake. A serious error that needed immediate mending.
And until the repairment occurred, playing nice with this man was not on his flourishing to-do list.
His eyes narrowed, anger brimming within the depths of them, and he opened his mouth, an insult dancing on the tip of his tongue. However, as his eyes took in the beautiful smile of his beloved Sayori, the retort died on his lips and Kaname reluctantly composed himself, offering his hand for a shake, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kiryuu-kun."
He had to be nice for Sayori. Kaname could not let her see this side of his. She would surely hate him for it.
"I wish I could say the same." Amethyst orbs held even more intensity than before, a feeling that made Kaname uncomfortable in his own skin. But soon enough, his uneasiness faded into chagrin when his hand got swatted away with so much animosity that it startled him. The man shot him a heated glare before walking past him, hands in pockets; tossing him an insult that Kaname would never forget.
"I don't have time to deal with two-faced people. Let's go, Sayori. I am hungry."
It was the first time Kaname lacked words to counterattack the offensive remark, a fact that managed to increase his feelings of distress. Why now, of all times, did he have to be tongue-tied?
Sayori exchanged concerned glances between the two males; and then with an apologetic smile and bow, followed her boyfriend immediately. Deep worry was what she felt for Zero. After all, it had been quite a while since he had been rude to someone that he had just met. Kaname was nothing but nice to him. So, what was the problem?
She had a feeling that something was going on here that had not reached her awareness (yet), and to not know about it, made her feel queasy and unworthy of her relationship with Zero – as well as to her friendship with Kaname.
Maybe, it had not been a good idea to introduce Zero to her upperclassman, but what was done was done. She was determined to make it right. After all, what kind of person would she be if she refused to give it a try?
A half-assed person for certain. Sayori pursed her lips, quickening her pace to catch up with Zero.
On the other hand, Kaname stood there, eyes widened and mouth agape, as he stared down at his trembling hand incredulously.
Everything was too much to take in.
His soulmate was not Sayori, not even another woman, but a man. And to top it all, his destined partner already had someone and found him double-faced?
How was it possible that this man, Kiryuu Zero, was someone he was bound to fall in love with?
This was utter and absolute bullshit. Kaname scoffed under his breath, walking towards the opposite direction.
He would not allow a foolish thread of fate to dictate his life. He would find love, and it certainly would not be Kiryuu Zero.
A/N: Tada, the first chapter finished! I don't think I have seen this particular idea being written before, so it was a pleasure to write something new to the fandom. ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ We dearly hope you enjoyed reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. c:
Reviews/Feeback are always welcome~! (◠﹏◠✿)
Take care, and have an awesome day/night!
–Love332 & Zerovk.