They had nothing to say to each other. It had all been laid out quite simply just a moment ago; Zero had plainly stated that he wanted nothing more to do with Kaname and Kaname had accepted it. Well, he had tried to accept it.
He wondered to himself how Zero would cope without his blood keeping him from descending into level E. And, he wondered if he would go back to Yuki for blood.
For some reason, his heart clenched at the thought and he fought back a sudden wave of anger towards the petite girl.
Why did he suddenly care so much about Zero? Why was he angry towards Yuki of all people, when he should be worried for her safety?
He shook his head; he didn't care. Not in the least.
But…He couldn't deny inside, that he found Zero attractive. It had taken a while for him to comprehend, but now he understood that he was slowly falling in love with the hunter.
As he watched the silver haired male stalk out of his room angrily, after having threatened to shoot him if he tried to keep him there, he felt his heart clench again. This time with a deep sadness that shook him to the core.
He wasn't falling in love. He was already in it.
How sad a thing is unrequited love; to know that your heart beats only for that one person and have them not feel the same way.
It causes a bone deep sadness. They say that time heals all wounds; but those are only the physical ones. If the heart is wounded, there is no hope for recovery…only more pain as time drags on.
And even then, what is someone with an endless amount of time at their disposal to do?
Kaname had never thought of such a thing before he met Zero, and now, he knew what those silly love struck girls went through every day.
He wondered when things had changed so drastically. Wondered when he had started to feel so towards Zero.
Why Zero?
He'd always loved Yuki…but as time went on, that love started to become more like brotherly affection and less like romantic love.
He hit his fist against the wall in his room, glaring out the window of his room. Zero was long gone by now, and yet…his scent lingered.
His eyes softened and he sat back on his bed, breathing deeply. He loathed feeling so needy. And yet, it was the only thing that kept him wanting to live.
Sure, he may not have Zero's love, but being able to see him was enough for now. At some point he wondered if he would ever tell the silver haired male how he felt. But as he remembered the threat and the gun that had been pointed so easily at the center of his head, he smiled sadly, realizing that, no, he wouldn't tell Zero.
His unrequited love would have to stay that way.