Disclaimer: Haruka and Juuri Kuran are the creations of Matsuri Hino. Her work, Vampire Knight, does not belong to me, and I make no claims to it. This piece of fanfiction is meant entirely for entertainment, not profit.
Chapter One : An Embrace At Dawn
When he holds me, he clutches me so tightly that I forget where he ends and I begin. His arms encircle my waist, and my fingers get lost in the loose curls of his dark hair. My own hair, the same warm, dark brown of his, falls over us both like a curtain, concealing our shame. But, when his lips touch mine, it doesn't feel shameful at all—in fact, nothing has ever felt more right to me before.
He's much taller than me, and I stand on tiptoe to reach his lips, straining to do so because I never want that kiss to stop—I never want to have to release him. He cups my face in his large, strong hands, and I've never felt safer. My feet are bare against the wet pavement. I'm well aware that the thin chiffon of my dress will soon be soaked through, revealing everything to him. I don't mind—I belong to him, now.
How could I have ever put this off? That time, when he wasn't dear to me, seems like an eternity ago, now. At this moment, the only thing in the world that matters to me is keeping the feel of him against my body. I'm sure that, if I release him, the fragile strings holding me together will rip apart, and I'll unfold at the seams, destroyed utterly. Surely, he knows this? That I'll die without him? That must be why he holds me so tightly, so desperately, kissing me with the same need that is currently coursing through my veins like lightning.
The new day is just beginning to dawn upon us. The sun rises slowly but steadily in the distance, dyeing us in beautiful hues of amber and peach, crimson and gold. The light shines in his eyes, and the gentle whisper of the morning wind floats past us, toying at the stands of my hair. When we finally allow our lips to part, he smiles softly at me, that gentle, knowing smile.
He is my brother, the blood of my blood. And yet the way he holds me is not the way a boy should hug his sister. It is a lovers' embrace, more intimate, more tangible, than anything I've ever known. I reach out a hand, gingerly, to touch the pale skin of his cheek. His smile depends, at that, and he covers my hand with his own, holding it in place. We stand like that, for a moment, letting the world pass us by, the only thing that matters to us is one another.
"Ju-Juuri?" Her voice is harsh and cacophonous. Immediately, I hate her, whoever she is, for ruining this most perfect moment. Then I turn, and I see her—she's wearing the uniform from my school. "Wh-what are you doing?"
She looks disgusted, and is rightly so, I suppose. No human woman has ever felt what I feel for this man, right here, right now. In response to her question, I reach up and kiss Haruka lightly on the lips. The girl gasps aloud—as I expected. The great farce has come to an end, now, and I know it. There's no way I'll be able to continue living here, now. Still, when I look into his eyes and feel the touch of his skin, I know that it's worth it.