Hello There! I know that I should be working on my other stories, but I couldn't resist. I was reading all of the complete Fan fiction on the wonderful men and I couldn't resist. I also wanted to incorporate some of my own to the deprived Yagari and Zero writings… Plus Kaname and his ass-hat-ness makes everything BETTER! (For Me, not Zero or anyone else.) Anyhow, please enjoy~


It was the average day for the silver haired boy, and one that he actually thought to be mundane. He hadn't slept the night before, was going to class without eating anything, felt like he was about to be sick, and to boot he was now starring at the gate to the night class dormitory; just the night before he had been inside standing on the top of trees and even the building itself, stopping the stalker light girls from getting in.

The thing that now made the mood for his day was the one sight he didn't want first thing in the morning. Kaname Kuran stood in the first window to the right, and he was looking right in the young hunter's direction. Zero scowled at the window itself, and turned without another thought. He was now having another bad day. He was now considered scary during class when he was awake, and he was now going to scowl almost all day.

Walking into class, the room fell silent. Not only was he there in time for homeroom, but he was there and he wasn't sleep walking to his desk. All the students could tell he was already in a foul mood. He glanced over to the class, and looked over to the clock, then back again. Like trained mice they all scurried to their seats and planted their unruly asses. He walked up to the far side of the room to the row where hardly anyone sat, and planted his own ass there. The only other person in the row rushed up and to a different seat almost on cue. He looked around, and gave the majority of the room a silent curse. With that he put his head down.

By now most teachers knew he would sleep regardless of their efforts to keep him awake, but the fact that he was even in the class was good enough for them. Kiryu plopped his head down on the desk, and within moment fell into a light nap. There was no way he could consider this sleeping; after all, he could still hear everything. A pencil dropped in the front row; two girls are whispering gossip in the third row one.

How much time passed was unknown, but everyone seemed to burst into a whisper after the bell rang. Then as he could hear the door open the room fell silent. This was the sign that it was time to get up, for everyone always whispered about the hottest teacher they had since middle school or some bull shit like that. It was now time for Toga Yagari's ethics class. Zero raised his head form his desk, and sat up for class. Crossing his arms and leaning against the back of his seat.

He had finally become used to seeing this man that he called Shishou. Finally he no longer had to sneak out of the room before his class, and hope that he didn't run into him on his way out. He could just stare and listen to him now, not take notes or write anything down, but listen and retain all of it. This was the one thing he would awaken for.

He starred at his lips while he spoke, watching as the cool skin moved and repositions for every word. Zero had always watched these lips even when he was a child. At first he didn't know why he always looked at these lips when he spoke, but after time passed and he became older he got a thought. He thought he loved those lips that spoke the words coming from his mouth. He loved the raven hair that grew from his head, and he even loved the eye that he could no longer see, along with the one that he could. He loved everything. Though he wanted his Shishou never to know this fact, since he was afraid of weather he loved him back or not.

He couldn't help looking at his neck though. It was the one thing that he always tried to avoid, because for some reason it made him want him more. The beautiful way his neck was designed just made Zero want to do so many things. It made him want to hold him, touch him, and even commit sin with him. The only thing that was scarring him today, right now, was that he hadn't fed in at least two months. Something he considered an accomplishment for him, something he was a bit proud of, but something that wasn't good for him. Tablets no longer worked for him; no matter how many he took it was just like popping sugar pills to cure a cancer. Now, looking at his neck, his eyes locked on it; he wanted to bite it. He was getting that urge to feed on his beloved Shishou yet again, as he had many a time before since he came back and began working here.

At first Zero couldn't even handle it, so he would avoid the entire thing, but now he was used to the sight. His only problem right now was his lust and hunger combined. From what he had heard it was common for vampires to bite and feed on one another during such actions, but dammit Yagari wasn't something he could feed on. He wasn't something he could do those sorts of things with either. In fact he loved him to the point that he would be almost ashamed to tell him how long he has gone without blood. If he told him it would be like a child running home with a gold star to show their parents that expected that to begin with. Telling him something like that would be pointless. That neck…

No more. He couldn't take it. He could feel his own eyes turn crimson this time, and he could feel his fangs grow and become ready to feed. He put his head down and rushed to his feet; some of the room turning to him. Before anyone could even say anything, he dashed to the door closest to him and swung it open. "Kiryu!" A familiar and deep voice snapped out. It was too late; he was gone from that room.

The dashing teacher let out a deep sigh. "Class over. Get out." He said bluntly, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He could tell. He saw the way he covered his face and held his gut as he ran out. He was in need of blood again. Luckily he knew where Zero would go. Cross told him exactly where he would go if he ran off. The class sat there a moment, dumbfounded. "I said…" The teacher pulled out his pack of cigarettes and popped it open, biting down on one of the filters and pulling the little death stick out. He shut the box and returned it to his jacket pocket, and pulled out a lighter instead. The blue fire burst out, and he puffed in and lit his cancer stick. Then returned the lighter to his pocket. He took a decent puff of his newly lit cigarette and looked to the idiot bunch of things that he had to call students. "GET OUT!" He burst the words out in an angered tone. The class rose up in a flurry and rushed from the room, Yuki included.

He let out another sigh and took another puff, then exited the class and locked up. With that he began to walk in the same direction…


OK! This chapter is complete! I will do my best to actually pump out the next chapter and not leave you hanging! My next chapter will hopefully be even better! Please R&R (Rate and Review) and I will try to pump it out of my fingers and brain even faster! But please R&R regardless =P

Now that I look this chapter seems really short DX I will try to make the next one longer for you all~! 3