Hooray! This is my first fanfiction ever! Huzzah! But it isn't the first time I've posted it on this site :o when I originaly wrote this chapter, I had no word program on my laptop. So I wrote it on notepad, but notepad doesn't have spell check so there were sooooo many mistakes I found it hard to read. This is a very edited re-post and I hope you enjoy!
THE INCEST IN FOLLOWING CHAPTERS IS STILL RATED T!! Nothing overly nasty will go on...other than the fact that no matter what it's still incest. AKA do not try this at home ;)
Thanks to georgisakura, Rima4Shiki and shikixxrima for reviewing this before I deleted, edited and reposted.
P.S: Italics are thoughts, unless they're used somewhere inside quotations, in which case they're emfisizing a word.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Knight or any of it's characters, all rights go to Matsuri Hino.
"Ahhhh!! Rima, your HOME!!" Mother squealed in the doorway just as I stepped out of the car.
"Hey, M-" She didn't let me have a chance to speak before she ensnared me in a tight embrace.
"Oh, Honey, I'm so glad you're home!!" Her sparkling deep blue eyes, my eyes, glistened with excitement. "Oh, Rima...you're so thin! Don't they feed you at school?"
"Yes, Mother." I grumbled. "Can you just let me in the house? It's 2 in the afternoon and it's really sunny. I'm going to bed."
Mother sighed "Alright. I'll have the maids leave your luggage outside your door, then, as to not disturb you."
"Whatever." I muttered and pushed past her.
Through the grand hallway, before the staircase, there was and opening to the mud room, where Father usually rested after business meetings for his company; I don't even know what it makes or what it does, just that it makes tones of money.
I peeked through the entrance. Hmmm, he's not there. I was sure someone told me he took today off to see me come home from school. Oh well, not that I care. It's just school, not a big deal.
I trudged up the wide marble staircase to the second floor, where all of the bedrooms and most of the bathrooms were. My room was at the end of the long stretch of doors in the upstairs hall, which normally I thought was great because it made my room nearly the biggest room in out whole house, but right now it was FREAKING ANNOYING because it meant I had to walk even FARTHER before I could finally go to sleep.
When I opened the door to my room, I found it the same as I'd left it. Framed photos cluttered my dresser, half of my bed was covered in stuffed animals, the hook on my closet door still draped my silver silk, short kimono styled night robe, and my long dark curtains were still drawn to keep out the sunshine.
But I really didn't care about any of that. I. Wanted. To. Sleep.
I quickly locked the door and striped down from my clothes. I tore open the pajama drawer of my dresser and dug around for the least covering article of clothing. It was soooo hot today, I ended up wearing a teeny tiny little plaid nightgown.
Oh well, it's not like anyone's gonna see me.
I drug myself to my huge 4 poster bed and flopped down on the covers. Ug, too warm for blankets. I just sleep like this.
Tap, tap, tap.
Ahhh! You've got to be kidding me! I just lied down!! Stupid maids. I paused. Wait...that sound didn't come from the door, it came from the...window?
Growling, of course, I lurched off my bed and stomped over to the window beside my armoire (yes, I have a dresser, closet and armoire, I have loads of clothes, okay?). I pulled back the curtain, blinding me momentarily, and opened the window.
Outside of my windows ( there are 2 in my room) is a small peek of a roof, like the cover of a veranda. Crawling up, over and around the peek were ivy vines, not covering my windows, though. And sitting on that peek, covered in ivy, was a beautiful young man with rich auburn hair and enchanting silver eyes.
"...Shiki? What are you doing here?" I questioned, surprised to find a man outside of my window.
"Mother...is having an episode." He breathed, running a hand through his spikey hair and looking straight out into the yard. "She lost it on one of the maids and locked me out of the house." His cool, melodic voiced chimed in my ears, singing a sweet song inside of me.
Shit, Rima, pay attention!
"Oh." I murmured, coming back into reality. "Well, you know you're always welcome here." I pulled myself back into my room and walked to my dresser while he came through. "I think I have a something for you in here," I shuffled through the bottom drawer and pulled out a pair soft cotton, blue striped men's p.j. pants, then handed them to him.
"Rima, how is it that you always have something of mine on hand?" He chuckled as I unlocked my door.
"Ha! I know you have some of my crap, too."
He shrugged. Shiki basically has his own room in my house - Not that he stays the night a lot (we go to boarding school so we're not home that much). It's a large guest room right next to my room and it's kinda dark, most of the textiles are either charcoal, pewter or emerald. My parents know never to let a guest stay there when I'm home, just incase Shiki comes over.
I sauntered out into the hallway. It took all of 4 steps to get to the his door. I twisted the handle to let myself inside.
Nothing happened. I tried again.
What? It's...locked? "Kiko!" I shouted. Instantly, the young, spectakled maid popped around the corner.
"Y-Yes, Ms. Rima?"
"Why is this door locked?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Rima. The bath that's pipes run under these 3 rooms-" She pointed to the 3 guest rooms in my house - Shiki's, and the ones next to and across from his. "- Has a leak. The carpets in all 3 rooms are soaked. We're trying to dry them out."
"Oh, great." I complained. "Thanks." I waved a hand at her. She curtsied and scurried off.
I entered my room again to find the gorgeous teen lying on his side on the floor, wearing only the pajama pants I gave him, belly up, his hands under his head, totally relaxed.
No, wait, he was asleep.
Well, I guess there's no point in telling him about his room, but still...he could have slept in my bed with me. I sighed. Maybe next time.
As he slept, my mind wandered into a blissful daydream. Seeing him there, totally at peace in all his radiance, handsomeness and partial nudity(^^); it boiled my blood, sent shivers down my spine, made my toes tingle with warmth. This was my epitome of an angel, of desire in all forms, lust, want, love, need.
I grabbed a huge pillow off my bed and gently slide it under his head. He didn't stir.
I lowered and sat cross legged beside him on the floor and continued reminiscing. Unable to resist the urge to touch his brilliant, pale skin, I brushed a lock of hair out of his face and tucked it smoothly behind his ear. Then, quite selfishly, I ran a finger down his chest, going over the bumps of his lightly defined abs.
I smiled. Heh. He sleeps the same as when he was younger.
I remember when I first met Senri. You know when you were little, I mean really little; not even in school yet? That's how old we were.
It was the age where your parents would try and force you to meet other children, but you'd get too shy to even mutter Hello. You'd turn around, and hug your mother's leg, trying as best you could to hide your face from the other child. Your parents would make some cute comment like "Awww, she's just shy,' or 'We're learning how to meet new people'. That's basically how it went down every time with me, but with Shiki, it was a little different. In an awkward way, at first (in my opinion).
It was a warm, sticky day in August. My mother told me that she would take me to the beach to cool off, and so I could meet the son of a friend whom was around my age. The though of cool water intrigued me, but meeting someone new? Not so much. I wasn't much of a sand person, either. This would be fun.
She forced me to go anyways, and it was okay; I mean, even though I was very intelligent, I still wasn't even 4, everything is fun at that age.
But then my mother called me to come back to her towel. She said we were going to move our blankets and umbrella and go meet this friend of hers...and her son. Of course, I stomped around brattily, complained about having to pick everything up and whined that I didn't need a friend, but Mother ignored me graciously and pulled me along the beach.
That's where I met him. Mother spotted them further down the coast and drug me to them. But this time, there was no introduction. There was no force. She and his mother simply turned and walked together to set up again, deep in friendly conversation. Without even a "play nicely' or 'don't go out in the water too far'.
We just stared at each other, me and the auburn boy. He was just the same as he is now, just smaller. Handsome, taller than me, even his hair was the same messy, tousled mop, the same deep red-brown color, too.
Suddenly, there was a sharp wind. The ocean breeze untied the ribbon of my ponytail (back then I only sported one) and it began to flutter away.
I gasped as the boy caught it out of the air.
He held his hand out to me. I stared at it nervously. "Don't you want it?" He piped up.
"Oh," I slid out a hand and touched my ribbon in his hand. "Arigatou." I murmured. I kept my little fingers rested in his palm. Eventually, he closed his hand.
The rest is history. We saw each other practically every day. Even now, I feel empty without him near me. The first day we met, something must have clicked between us, like I wrapped my little hands around his warm heart, and his to mine.
I've often wondered if our relationship should turn even closer, you know, that way. Actually, that's all I've thought about for the past...year? And it's definitely gone through my mind a lot before that, too. I know it would...I don't know, complete my life should it happen, and I assume the same for Senri. But I worry about the stupid little things that could happen to ruin it, and I am afraid of losing him. Perhaps his feelings are similar, and that's why we've stayed like this; very, very closer-than-close friends.
Well, not anymore. I am going to bridge the gap and make my heart complete! I will finish the puzzle with his piece!
Later. First, I've GOT to get some shut-eye.
But before I finally gave up on being awake, I turned and picked up an intricately carved wooded picture frame from my dresser. It was a photo of Shiki and I taken only a week or two after we first met. It was still summer in the photo, near noon one day, we were both asleep in a field of tall grass behind his house. I was cuddled into his chest and his arm was draped around me, our shoes were no where in sight. At the bottom of the photo in permanent marker, it says : Senri + Rima, Cute Together Cute Forever! ...I can never look at that picture and not smile.
I sat the frame on my bedside table as I laid down on the floor beside Senri. I mimicked the position in the photograph, curling up close to him and lightly laying his arm over me.
Right now was like that day, too. It was summer, it was hot, and it was in the middle of the day. Sure, now we were on a carpet instead of grass, maybe we're about 12 years older, but it's still me and him, like innocent children without a care in the world except each other. Together.
As my eyelids fluttered, too heavy to stay open. I lay in his arms, completely content...and momentarily unaware that he was still awake, and sharing my pleasure.
Before I finally drifted into slumber, I know I saw him smile.