Author's note: To avoid any confusion or plot gaps, I recommend my readers to have at least read chapter 64 in the Vampire Knight manga series. I really adore the story behind Kaname and The Hooded Woman, and would like to work with the original plot to make a story of my own. The following chapter is just a short opening to the story, so expect a longer and rather lengthy update for the next chapter. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
"You're a good boy, Kaname," she breathed against his lips in the faintest of tones, her violet eyes half lidded under a fan of long flaxen eyelashes; much like the wise eyes of a doe. She held a mixture of comfort and dim gloom within her gentle gaze as her fingers feathered against his cheek, her other hand grasping at the horn of her horses saddle to keep herself securely mounted while she leaned down to his eyelevel. "You'll work well, even when I'm not around you," the woman spoke in hushed whispers, her words remaining only for his ears.
"I intended it to be myself," he responded in a firm voice, and suddenly, their surroundings seemed to fade away into nothingness, as if a final gust of wind had pushed away the pigment and lines that made up their setting. Even the image of the steed seemed to blur harshly when his eyes tried to focus on the creature. "The least of my desires was to have you take that place," he spoke, his maroon eyes, as well as his voice, hid any sense of emotion he had well as he reached a hand forward and brushed his fingertips against the side of her face, his eyes narrowing slightly to shield his pupils from the harsh white light that emitted from behind her. She didn't seem to reply to him, however. Instead, his only response from her was a gentle smile, the light beginning to rapidly intensifying until the white rays eventually consumed her whole image.
He closed his eyes tight for a moment as an attempt to block the harsh beams, but opened them to the unexpected image of an elaborate crimson bed canopy. Without much hesitation, Kaname sat up and found himself to have woken up in the middle of his bed, the sound of his clock ticking, and unnecessary shouting from Aidou down the hall signaling to him that it was time to get up and prepare himself to go to class. He allowed his lids to drift shut for another moment as long slender fingers began to drag through locks of his fine chestnut hair, pushing the tresses back only to have them fall back into their original place.
He was quietly reminding himself why he rarely slept.
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